#Watched this video that made everyone scream and I'm like “that was faked”

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

Shit That I Wrote As A Kid That Was Objectively Horrifying And Should Not Have Been Written By A Child #1:

A story where every four generations on the same land sixteen girls are murdered brutally in close succession due to a girl named Felicity being cursed two thousand years ago. Felicity Burrows is reborn every four generations and made to live out the same fate, watching her friends die around her, inevitably failing to warn the next generation, and being slaughtered. Her best friend Megan looks on in horror, knowing what's happening but powerless to stop it.

I was ten.

[bbystark]

♡ simon is a bad stalker part 3 ♡

badstalker!simon x reader

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summary: you take the risk and meet up with your stalker. briefly features soap. mdni

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long to get out! and thank you to everyone who requested a part 3, you guys keep me motivated. got bit by the productivity bug so expect more fics soon. :) ( @identity2212 )

you're still reeling days after your talk with your stalker. ghost, you think to yourself. a fake name or nickname, no doubt, but at least you have something to call him. a name to put to the silhouette.

he hasn't reached out since the video call, but you know he's most likely still around, whether he's making it known or not.

you're miffed, and starting to think the man has avoidance issues. it's probably one of the tamer things wrong with him.

then one night you're on your porch, lounging with a cup of tea, minding your own business when a black suv rolls up, much like the one that had picked you up the night you were stranded.

you stand when a man steps out of the car, mohawk emphasizing the height and overall largeness of him.

you watch him warily; he walks up to the fence and rests his palms on the edge. you half expect him to open the gate and waltz right up, confidence oozing from him.

but he stays there, giving you a small smile. "you still wanna meet 'im lass?"

of course it was one of his people. you numbly wondered how he knew the biggest men you've ever seen in your life. you know ghost can't be small himself, you'd put that much together seeing how his shoulders were almost bulked out of frame on the video call.

"you're with him?" you hesitate a little, clutching your mug closer to your chest, "with ghost?" he nods.

you're silent, and he lets you be. lord knows he's not planning on taking you kicking and screaming, sure you were a pretty little thing but he about backhanded simon when he found out about you. of course the big idiot was "accidentally" stalking a much too curious woman. he really knew how to pick 'em.

you weigh your options. you know the man is here to take you to ghost, you could infer that much. it's a dumb idea to go, but it was a dumb time last time and it turned out fine. you could tell him to fuck off, send him on his way. he'd probably listen.

you're not ready to admit to yourself that you'd grown use to ghost's presence, and that part of you would miss it if one day he decided to wise up and leave you alone.

you make a decision before you can really realize it. "can I grab my purse?"

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

he opens the door of the car for you, and it makes your head spin, you're about to meet your stalker and here you are being treated with the utmost respect. it made no sense. you clutch to your keys, fingers seeking out the self-defense items in the pockets of your purse, trying to ease your anxiety.

he hasn't hurt you yet, not really. you remind yourself. violated an insane number of boundaries, yes, but if anything, you're the safest you've ever been. you even take walks at night now, knowing deep down he's somewhere close keeping you safe from everything. everything but him.

your lost in thought as soap watches you from the rearview. he's starting to see why ghost was so fond of you, you're brave and a little naive. like a kitten against a pitbull. headstrong no doubt, probably a downright brat at times. the thought stirs something in him, and he briefly wonders if simon would be up to sharing one day.

he parks the car and you realize in your anxious thoughts you didn't pay any attention to where you were going, too overwhelmed. and you were already here. your entire body flashes cold, sweat prickling the back of your neck. you cannot fucking believe what you had gotten yourself into.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

ghost had been pacing for the past 20 minutes, fighting the urge to tuck tail and run. he shouldn't be nervous, he was grown man with hundreds of kills under his belt, he shouldn't be shaken at the prospect of meeting some girl.

but you weren't some girl, you were his woman, he was sure of it. something deep in his bones and at the forefront of his brain just knew.

he goes still when he recognizes the sound of the suv rolling down the driveway. he had chosen some random abandoned building, not ready to let you into his own apartment in case things went wrong.

he forcefully exhales, pulling his mask down and taking a deep breath in. it was now or never.

you step out of the car shakily. an abandoned property. nothing serial killer about that. your heart drums in your ears as you follow soap up the steps, avoiding the jagged pieces of wood that stuck up in every which way.

he gets to the door, glancing back at you, offering you one more out. you meet his gaze and hold it, and he figures that's answer enough. he pushes the door open, stepping to the side to let you in.

your first steps inside you don't see him, eyes adjusting to the low light. and then you see a figure in the corner, still as a statue. he's fucking huge, is the only thought that pushes through the panic rising in your chest. you didn't know when you had started shaking. you can see his eyes, carefully watching you.

soap awkwardly clears his throat after almost a minute long staring competition between you and ghost. a kitten and a pitbull indeed. it almost makes him smirk. "right then, i'll be in the car." he promptly shuts the door, wood scraping against wood making you wince.

ghost speaks first, finding himself almost wheezing the words out. "'ello luv." you just stare at him. you seem shellshocked, almost as still as he is, save your chest rapidly rising and falling. he cautiously crosses the room, not wanting to spook you. not when he was this close.

he's standing right in front of you, and your neck aches as you peer up at him. you still can't find the words. something primal in you screaming to run, hide, punch kick, anything. you shake even harder. simon raises his hands to your cheek, effectively smooshing your face between them. its clumsy and he's borderline using too much pressure, but it's grounding for some reason. "breathe." it's said like an order.

you take a deep breath. "this is fucking insane. you're fucking insane." he lets out a puff of air. "i know. i could say the same about you, showin' up 'ere." you give him a look. "i guess you got me there." you catch yourself blinking when you realize he has long, blonde lashes and blue eyes.

he's staring back, eyes roaming your features. it's the first time he's touched you while you were awake, first time he's been able to see your eyes up close. he finds warmth spreading through him, and it's almost too much. he drops his hands and takes a step back, instinctively crossing his arms.

you hate that you miss the heaviness of his hands on your face, and blame the warmness in your cheeks on lingering warmth from his gloved hands.

"i don't know what to say." you really don't. you had a million questions, practiced how you would chew him out and interrogate him. it's all lost now. he shifts on his feet a little. "i feel responsible for you.'" he blurts.

you stay silent, hoping he elaborates. after a few moments he does. "there's not many good people left in the world. i've seen the worst of 'em, downright evil 'n selfish." you can see his jaw clench through the mask. "you're not like 'em. you're kind, pure. go out of your way to be a good person. only right i show you what it's like to be taken care of fer once."

you stare at him, and you know he's telling you the truth. this truly was his fucked-up way of courting you. you scoff a little, not able to contain yourself. "you know there are other ways to be in someone's life, right? without breaking dozens of laws in the process?" he shrugs.

you swallow the lump in your throat, widening your stance subconsciously. simon finds it adorable. "you can't keep doing this. it's wrong." you hate that your voice is shaking and hate even more that the words feel wrong as soon as they come out.

his eyes darken, and he's on you before you can blink. one of his hands is on the nape of your neck, applying slight pressure, scruffing you like a cat. he brings his mask covered lips to your ear.

"you're mine, you hear that? i'm here to help you, to make sure you don't ever have to struggle again. you have my word i'll never hurt you, but you gotta understand that i'll do everything to stay close to you until my dying breath. i'm 'ere to stay luv."

your mind is reeling at the low growl in his voice, dangerous and way too attractive given the situation. he could wrap his hands around your neck easily, choke you until the vessels in your eyes pop and your lungs ignite. but he doesn't, he's just demonstrating the pure control he has over the situation. he's telling you that he cares for you, keep you safe, but that it's at the price of being at his mercy. part of you doesn't mind the idea. you've been at his mercy for almost 6 months anyway, you really only had the illusion of control. would it be that bad to submit to him?

you're sick, you have to be. but can anyone blame you? in almost all your relationships, romantic or not, you were the caregiver. constantly bending over backwards and people pleasing until your heart ached. give give give. it was the story of your life. and here he was, offering you to take for once, only asking you to be receptive in return. it's so fucking tempting.

"take me on a date first at least." you say airily, afraid he can hear your heart thumping against your rib cage.

he leans away from you slightly, looking into your eyes. he keeps his hand tangled in your hair, fingers twitching when he sees the silent challenge in them mixed with a healthy speck of fear. he wants to throw his head back and groan. this was guarded acceptance of the circumstances he had put you in, the last thing he thought he would get from you.

"alright." you blink at him. "what?"

"i said alright luv. we'll go onna date."

you can't believe your ears. nervousness scratches at your chest, you almost regret your offer. maybe leaving him in the shadows would've been for the best, you had no idea what gate you had opened by showing up here in the first place. your mouth is agape, only capable of staring incredulously at him. he takes a step back, two fingers gripping your chin and closing your mouth. "you'll catch flies."

you glare at his little jab. he rubs a finger over your bottom lip, eyes lingering there for a second. "i'll giv' you more answers then too. promise."

"okay." you say timidly. you're at a loss for words. you suppose there's not much to say.

"soap'll take you 'ome. i'll let you be for the night, gather your thoughts." he puts a gentle hand on your back, guiding you to the door. you shiver at how well he read you. he must know you well. you know almost nothing of him.

he opens the door, sending a nod to soap as he starts the car up. your back is to ghost, feeling dazed and stupid. so so stupid. ghost leans down once more, hand sliding to rest on your lower back. whispering. "we'll talk soon. get 'ome safe."

when you don't move, he has the audacity to give your ass a little tap to get you going. and you have the audacity to almost like it.

[serxinns]

Yandere Older class 1a x Deadpool reader

You were a goofy sarcastic playful hero who always made jokes while brutally punching villains in the face while doing wacky and wild stuff saying the most unhinged stuff with a smile on your face and your Fans and Most pro heroes love that about you

Iida was always with you not because you were dead gorgeous and your fighting skills were amazing but because he's worried about you! You pulling these dangerous stunts makes him have a heart attack whenever he peacefully wants to see the news he sees you teasing and taunting a very dangerous and very deadly villian riling them up to the point where they just slash at anything to get you to stop your yapping, next thing you know he's grabbing his hero suit and running over there right now he always scold you for being u safe while you just either laugh it off do those cringey "I'm sowwy🥺" look iida pretends to be cringe out about but deep down he thinks your pouty face and puppy eyes are cute,

Bonus: both you and Iida's fans agree that Iida was the Dad friend and make those complications video of him being one

Bakugo wants you to depend on him and look up to him he always wants you to be by his side whenever you work with him, but you being a little shit makes his job way harder, you always making fun little jokes and uncanny comedic lines while the two of you are literally in a life and death situation while you're just singing nursery rhymes, He always yells at you to be serious and all you did was say "uh oh cranky pants need a sippy cup?" He chased you around that day and seeing that cute little cheeky face of yours made him blush he always acts like he doesn't wanna work with you but in truth, he stalks your schedule and demands his agency to work close to yours but he won't admit that even the fans kinda see that he cares for you and loved you and himself dynamic

Momo is the worried mother if you ever get hurt by a nasty villain she's beating that villain to a pulp heck even making the dude see the clouds, she always is very protective of you like a mother hen making sure you eat, sleep brush your teeth she always tell you to while you whined like a child, if you didn't bring your lunch don't worry she brought a little bento box for you!, whenever your merch comes out or before she's always the 1st one to get it. She even has a room dedicated to it (just like Izuku but we'll get to him) literally she and Izuku would have a battle about who got the rarest merch and expensive merch

Ochako is like your number 1 biggest fan she always knows your schedule as well so she can either watch you from afar and if you needed any help she'll be there to kick their asses!, she's like Pucca (if you know the childhood show congrats) she always watching you dreamily eyes fluttering but strong and dangerous if anyone messes with you, she's is always in her dream world imagining carrying you like a little princess and she's the knight although she's also ok with you holding her like that as well both ways make her blush and giggles and kicking her feet while floating up, she makes fanfiction of you x reader or her under a fake username ofc so she can write down all her fantasies (some of your classmates would follow that page secretly) she keeps an oversized merch t-shirt that you wrote an autograph

While Izuku may be all Might's number one fan who said he can't be yours as well? Like this dude knows it all has 4-6 pages of you, your quirk, your weapons, your personality, your likes and dislikes, your family, your address-, you name it! He doesn't even need to write down your schedule since he remembers it so easily dude has a great memory there's no denying it, whenever his fans scream all over him wondering what's his favorite hero everyone is so surprised when he mutters out you heck he's shy whenever he talks to you your his idol his darling his sweetie standing in front of him happily making jokes and laughing along or badass shooting and slashing any bad guys, as mentioned in mom's headcanon this boy got a WHOLE ROOM dedicated to you heck one time you jokingly put a dick shape drawing when he asked to Have a autograph he bought a photo case for that and put it on display like he's PROUD

Sero and Denki were your go-to when wanting to cause trouble and Crack some jokes heck all even flirt with each other trying to see who gets the most flustered denki craves whatever attention you give him whether trying to annoy him or not he loves it when you eyes are on him he may act like a carefree person who jokes with you but he's a possessive dude he glares at your fangirls from afar when they're squealing all over you trying to get a autograph calling you hot that made his blood boil that he had to intervene by saying there's a villain waving goodbye at the girls while their squealing got louder seeing Denki but Denki glared at them Sero is the calmer one but is Obsessive he loves everything about you whenever your close to him on the outside he as cool as a cat but inside he's dying screaming on the inside just wanting to hold you close he always ask for any sort of physical interaction like high fives, hugs, he even remembered you patting him on the back praising him for wrapping up the villains luckily someone recorded it and now he saves that in his phone watching it repeatedly over and over again also he keeps those spiderman x Deadpool comics

Jirou and Kiri are like Sero but she acts more like a soft tsundere while Kiri acts like a love-sick puppy following you around and worshipping you head to toe. She acts cool and tough around you but if you compliment her she turns red and hits you to shut up just like Izuku she's too shy to speak to you and always lets you do the talking while she doesn't pay attention just hearing your voice makes her trapped in a dazed smiling dreamily she just couldn't help it You were so adorable even under that mask she wants to cup her hands on your cheeks and give you the biggest kisses leaving you a hot flushed mess kiri on the other hand worships you like a God, he always rants to his friend teru about you and even works together with bakugo at times talking to him about you the two of them will rant on about how cool you are (mostly Him and bakugo just listens) he will invite you to spar with him and if he ever accidentally hurts you he feels so bad and apologies to you even tho you didn't even show any anger or sadness but he thinks you do but all you did was laugh saying how strong he was making the number 4 hero blush and crumble right there he always used to complimenting you on your skills body and even your muscles but you complimenting him!? It's like a kid getting a gold star for their behavior! After sparing he always buys you his favorite drink which you teased him about while he looked annoyed with your teasing he actually likes it and when you promise to stop he mentally whines wanting you to do more!

[iateyourparents]

hickey prank | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

summary: you make a hickey prank on your boyfriend.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(I'm sorry but english is not my first language), suggestion of cheating(?), wasn't proofread

an: it's my first ever post here so pls don't judge me too much 😭🙏🏻

pictures are from pinterest:)

"Hi everyone!" you waved to the camera "Today, I'm with Kat" Katrina smiled at the camera saying hello "And we will be pranking my boyfriend!"

"Yay!" Katrina shouted. "If you're watching this Colby, I'm not sorry." she winked.

You laughed and started explaining to your viewers what exactly you have planned. "So I will be doing hickeys prank on Colby and at first I wanted to just fake them with make up but my incredible friend here" you pointed at Katrina who just smiled widely "Said it's too boring, so guess what! She will be making my hickeys!"

"Yes! So let's get to work."

You both sat at your bed and you were telling your viewers a story about how you thought about this prank while Katrina was sucking on your neck, sometimes stopping to add something to your story.

"Okay, oh my god, Katrina!" you screamed with wide eyes looking at the mirror. She did a good job. Maybe too good.

Your neck now had three big, red hickeys.

"I'm not sure if Colby will be the only one jealous." you laughed "Sorry Sam" you winked at the camera and Kat laughed.

"So now all we have to do is wait for boys to come home from a meeting." Kat said and clicked the camera off.

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"Honey we're home!" you heard Sam screaming and then the door being shut.

You and Katrina exchanged looks and she quickly ran to your room to turn on hidden there camera while you turned on the one that was in living room.

"Hi boys" you smiled at them when they entered the room and you went to Colby to kiss him while Sam went to his and Katrina room after a quick hello.

Colby hugged you and peppered your face with kisses and then said "Are you hungry? We got lunch from this small Italian restaurant."

"No, I already ate, but thanks babe" you kissed his cheek and sat on the couch again.

"Okay, I will go change."

You stood up and went after him while smiling discreetly to the hidden camera.

In your shared room Colby immediately went to the closet while you sat on your bed waiting for him to be done.

You also adjusted your(Colby's) shirt so your collarbone and neck were more showing.

You scrolled through your phone when Colby finally sat next to you in new clothes and in silence he looked at your neck.

You bite back your smile knowing he noticed hickeys.

Before you knew his hand was on your neck trying to smear the hickey.

"What's that?" he asked quietly with narrowed brows.

"Hickeys." you smiled at him putting your phone on the bedside table "You made them, don't you remember?"

"I'm pretty sure I would remember marking you like that." his voice was low and you knew he definitely wasn't happy. "Who did that? Is this some kind of prank?"

"What? No, Colby. I can't believe you don't remember making them." you faked scoff.

"Y/n..." he sighed "Who did that?"

You were close to laughing at his face but thankfully you stopped yourself.

Then when you looked at him again you felt bad because you noticed the hurt and insecurity on his face.

"Oh I'm sorry, Colby" you took his hand and squeezed when he wanted to take it back "It's a prank, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't want to make you upset. Katrina made those hickeys."

Colby just silently looked at you trying to analyze your words and you just stoop up and took the camera out of its hiding spot.

"Sorry guys, it's kinda fail but I feel too bad to continue this prank." you pouted explaining it to your viewers. "Look at this pouty, I couldn't do this to him." you pointed at the camera at Colby and he just shook his head with a small relieved smile.

"Does Sam know his girlfriend made hickeys on you?" Colby asked and you laughed.

"Nope, if Kat won't tell him herself, he will get to know when the video is out!"

You said your goodbyes to the camera and stopped recording. Then you put the camera on a desk and you went to Colby and straddled his waist while he laid on his back on the bed.

"I'm so sorry" you said again hugging him.

"It's okay, I'm so happy it's just prank but I'm not sure if I shouldn't be jealous because I don't remember the last time I left any marks on you." he moved his brows suggestively and you laughed.

"Maybe we should change it then."

[violetganache42]

Highlights from a swashbuckling, futuristic watch party on this fine 6th anniversary of "The Shadow War!":

"No Sail"

The sail deactivating every ten seconds after despositing a nickel

"Warning: Never. Drink. Sea water! Tempting as it is, it'll just make you thirstier."

Mine!

Goofy pulling up a fake shark fin while Donald gets a real shark

Return of the Perfect Cast!

"Duck to the Future"

Godfrey and I DREADING this episode

Not Doofus Drake! ><

WriteBackAtYa: "Who doesn’t want lemonade made by 87 Doofus Drake’s feet?"

(No! Bad Will!)

Magica appearance?!

This episode predicting Scrooge being Doctor Who

$500 BUS FAIR?! DAMN INFLATION!

HDL's "adult" designs (It's not fucking hard to make them look like actual adult ducks!)

Old Man Gyro

Me: "Where's Time Baby when you need him?" Godfrey: "Again, same brain"

Take a shot every time WriteBackAtYa says "It gets worse"

Us HATING Future Webby's design (Her outfit is fine, but everything else? Bless me bagpipes, it's bad!)

Pay no attention to the witch behind the curtain!

Future Doofus being an absolute dick (Webby deserves someone better, and that someone is Lena!)

puffywuffy8904 and Alex: *pointing out how Drake is dead* WriteBackAtYa: "The orange traffic cone above his grave should be stolen by now"

Johnny Quest ass shot

Future Louie riding shotgun

Even in the original series, Dewey crashes a plane

Suddenly, THE HINDENBURG DISASTER

Scrooge disrupting the timeline with Webby saying she's not into Doofus (Thank you for setting the course for a good future, Scrooge. This episode was… UGH… Never again! ><)

"Sky Pirates…in the Sky!"

Dewey wanting to tell his family how he got his hat

"Hey feet off the merchandise!"

Us singing the Sky Pirate song!

Scrooge's golden reaction after the song finished and the treasure was stolen

puffywuffy8904: "even though it was SHIT"

Any: "Busted" Me:

Webby casually gaslighting Louie into believing the Sapphire of Souls is real

Louie being the Gollum of the family

Don Karnage being a bad actor

puffywuffy8904: "you know who ELSE is a botanist" Me: "MY MOM"

Cater-chiller

Godfrey and Kaito stealing my thunder

Discord dunking on Dewey by freezing the stream during his Sky Pirate reprise

Even LAUNCHPAD was mad at Dewey for what he did! LAUNCHPAD OF ALL PEOPLE! That's how you know you and your ego trip fucked up!

Magica having a better disguise than Don Karnage

Sky pirates: "A Duel!" Godfrey: "(cue duel of the fates)"

The way Scrooge boards the Sunchaser with his hat full of treasure. XD

Webby revealing to Louie she tricked him: GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

Marshmello x DuckTales - Fly (Music Video)

Scrooge and the kids embodying the element of sassy

Puffy panicking about the family being out in space

"MARSHMELLO IS A DUCKTALES FAN"

This song being in a Fortnite event apparently

Treasure Planet

Everyone realizing Missy hadn't joined yet (The lack of "smash" was noticable.)

Me sharing Treasure Planet Lorcana cards

The offended "Ewww"

melcat33: "family clearly having a huge crisis" "MY JUICE" Tokuvivor: "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen drinking… juice."

puffywuffy8904: "HEY COOL A DEAD GUY"

Alex pointing out how the dying guys always have to give a vague warning

Jim: "Treasure Planet." Me: "Roll credits."

Delbert immediately being on board to tag along with Jim

The meta in "character-building months"

The TRANSITION from the Hawkins' residence to the Spaceport!

Captain Amelia appearance!

CYBORG…

John Silver 🤝 Hugh Neutron Calling Jim and Jimmy "Jimbo"

MORPH APPEARANCE

Learning the original Treasure Planet novel popularized a lot of pirate tropes

Everyone praising how it is a fun yet underrated movie

puffywuffy8904: "wait are they gonna kiss eww" Me: "Outside. Now!"

Subtitles dying as John Silver was berating the crew

"I'm Still Here" screaming 2000s-core

Subtitles near the end of the montage:

Star Wars doing the "Your father is the true villain" shtick first

TransedMyGender: "You know what's worse than a supernova?" Alex: "see your father leave"

Scroop killing Arrow!

puffywuffy8904: "there ain't gonna be a treasure planet 2 for us to worry about" melcat33: "don't you dare jinx us"

"oh shit, guess i have a kid now"

Morph messing with Jim

Missy FINALLY joining the watch party!

Morph custody fight

Everyone saying who they consider the best duck waifu (Morph can be a duck if he wants to. lol)

Suddenly, ROBOT

Learning that Jim was voiced by Joseph Gordin Levitt (NGL, he sounded a lot like Ben Schwartz at various instances)

The violins playing

"We're not a couple" Delbert and Amelia LITERALLY having a shipping moment immediately after

puffywuffy8904: "this guy stinks" Me and WriteBackAtYa's first thoughts:

THE MEME

"Woof."

Delayed subtitles

🎵Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!🎵

The WONDERFUL meshing of 2D animation and CGI

Us @ Scroop's death:

Me: "BITE OF 87" WriteBackAtYa: "87 like ducktales?"

BATHROOM BREAK SPEEDRUN

puffywuffy8904: "hey you know what ELSE has robots and supernovas" Alex: "not Jimbo's dad"

Suddenly, HUEBERRYSHORTCAKE APPEARANCE!

This movie being TaleSpin in Space

Family is the greatest treasure of all!

WriteBackAtYa: "His mom is cool" Me: "She did her very best." WriteBackAtYa: "Like no one ever was"

SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON

Delbert and Amelia already having quatriplets quadruplets

DuckLooneyHistoria bringing up the 1988 Russian Treasure Island movie

[pxperplxnets]

meetings and blushes

summary: amelie goes to visit arthur in prema and meets a handsome boy named kimi.

pairing: kimi antonelli x amelie leclerc

kimi and amelie character descriptions

word count: 595

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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everytime amelie had the chance to go to one of her brother's races, she was the happiest person ever. she rarely got to go because of school or different issues, but now that she was on summer break, she would be stuck to the hip of whichever one of her brothers was willing to take her with him.

 this weekend, the lucky guy was none other than arthur leclerc. she packed her stuff and took a plane to italy, where she would be staying for a while.

  after a very emotive airport pick up -note the sarcasm- , arthur notified her that they would be going to prema to spend the day, as it was media day and he had to be there “because if not the video wouldn't be funny.” 

when they arrived at prema, everyone greeted her rather enthusiastically, except this one particular boy who she had never met before.

 he was handsome, almost dreamy. he had very smooth, pale skin and messy brown hair. he wasn't tall, but she was pretty short so he was fairly taller than her.  

“uhm, hi, im kimi antonelli'' he introduced himself shyly, and she thought she was going to melt in the spot at the sound of his italian accent. “amelie leclerc, nice to meet you” she smiled brightly, trying to get him to loosen up a little. of course, the moment had to be ruined by arthur, who loudly awed and basically screamed “look at the children having crushes” before running away from a very embarrassed amelie.

  later that day, amelie found herself in a random room, watching the guys -and hamda- record what seemed to be a truth or dare challenge. arthur had already filmed his part but decided to leave her there while he went to do some “grown up thing” that she knew was calling his girlfriend for his free hour. 

kimi and paul were answering questions and fulfilling dares, and she didn't miss the way kimi would look at her every time he had to do something embarrassing. 

“truth or dare?” paul asked the younger boy “truth” he answered “who in this room would you kiss and why?” kimi looked like he had just been asked the worst question in the universe “no, another one” he was looking everywhere but amelie and was red as a tomato “mate, you have to answer” paul was enjoying that way too much. 

“uhm, i- i don't know, there is only one girl my age” kimis voice was barely audible, so paul made him repeat it “sorry? i didn't hear you” kimi rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and decided to show confidence, even if it was fake. “amelie, because she is very pretty.” and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how amelie marie elizabeth leclerc died.

  they continued the challenge as if nothing had happened, because nothing had really happened. 

at the end of the challenge, kimi went straight over to amelie “i'm sorry if that was weird” he apologised, and it sounded so sincere amelie almost hugged him “hey, that's all right, i would have said the same thing” that took the boy completely by surprise, as his cheeks went bright red “oh, okay” she chuckled before hearing her brother calling her name “seems like i have to go, i really hope to see you around, kimi” she pecked his cheek before walking away, leaving avery flustered kimi who was most of all surprised at how good his name sounded when she said it.

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authors note:

i love kimi sm, the amount of fanfiction for him is none existent.

also i feel like this is very short, but i didnt know what else to write im sorryyyy.

REUPLOAD

[wirewitchviolet]

You know there's more to culture war BS than just shouting on the internet, right?

I had a longer version of this, but lost it to a browser crash, so forgive me if this is a bit terse. I constantly see people doing this thing where they look at reactionary propaganda accounts ranting and raving about how a movie having a black woman in it means America is dying or whatever the hell, noting what an absurd thing that is to say, and then ruining it by adding "and then you have people on the other side saying stuff that's just as extreme! Like 'nazis like this guy need to be shot' or whatever!" I used to always be baffled at how people could manage to "both sides" this sort of thing, but it suddenly dawned on me that the sort of people I'm describing might actually think the propaganda accounts are JUST shouty creeps on social media and there's nothing more to it than that.

There was a similar angle I kept seeing back when mainstream media started paying enough attention to Gamergate to start talking about it and referencing it in shows and such. Everyone was hyperfixated on all the messages targets who got media attention got on twitter or whatever, just horrible hateful shouting and verbal abuse and all. Like... that stuff EXISTS, and yeah, that alone would be pretty awful, but it's important to understand that these monsters are also actually murdering people. A lot of people. And this is still happening.

If you're just the average person on the sidelines, you're going to see the people throwing temper tantrums about movies, because that stuff exists as a recruitment and retention tactic. The people who produce the 4 hour long videos about how they're making a new version of Snow White and this time Doc is gonna be played by Lucy Liu (this is not a real example) or whatever don't actually care about children's cartoons at all, or the integrity of dwarves, or whatever other stupid thing they're going on about. And their regular viewers don't care about any of that either. They haven't watched it, they aren't planning to watch it, there's good odds they never watched the original. What they're doing is keeping the fires going. There is this whole huge scene of bigots and grifters and delusional bloodthirsty wanna-be feudal lords, and their whole thing depends on keeping this pile of howling frothing little rage monsters they rely on both as a crowd to direct and a source of income scared and angry at all times, and they can't ever let then calm down and think straight or they'll realize they've been wasting their time obsessing about ridiculous fantasies.

The followers they have now all got recruited in with some variation on the idea that there is some sort of all-powerful evil cabal with an evil agenda to ruin something they used to like "with diversity" and they're going to do it to everything else next. So now that lie has to be kept up or they'll leave, and the people benefiting from it HAVE TO keep finding things to hold up as "further evidence" that no, really, look, they're gonna make a new X-Men with Giancarlo Esposito as Professor X! (I don't THINK this is a real example, but he'd be great for that.) We're not just making this up!

The real Rosetta Stone for this was these people freaking out about TMNT Mutant Mayhem. For something like two months after this absolutely fantastic movie came out (for real, go see it if you haven't, any given frame of it would make a fantastic blacklight poster), if you searched for anything related to it, you'd see a bunch of youtube thumbnails of performatively angry losers screaming about how "THEY MADE SPLINTER GAY!?"

And yeah, same garbage content in these about the evils of diversity and destroying your childhood and the legacy of characters and bla bla bla... But the thing is, they uh... didn't make Splinter gay. He's actually straighter than he's ever been, in fact. It's central to a lot of really solid jokes. There's no fake out about him being gay, no misleading trailer where you'd maybe get that impression. It's all a big telephone game thing where some creep overheard someone laughing about a scene where he's hitting it off with another character, and didn't realize that she was a girl. Because, and I cannot stress this enough. Not one single person freaking out about this had actually watched the movie, knew anyone who had, or did even the most basic research before making their propaganda videos about this. They really lost out too, because not only is it, as I said, a great movie, but they could have gotten fodder for like half a dozen more videos about how those evil diversiteers made several characters women whose toys from the 90s didn't have giant boobs! And they didn't even give them giant boobs for the movie! Can you even tell which of these are women without hearing their voice actresses!?

But yeah. Months of shouting about this non-existent gay Splinter in a movie they never watched, and never being called out on it by their audience who also didn't watch it. Because they're not there to review movies. They're there to keep nazis stirred up about how SOMEONE is ruining movies and insist how people need to do something about it. People who actually buy into that stick around, they watch a bunch of other videos like this, maybe follow the people making them on social media, and eventually, they get fed a list of names of people and organizations who they claim are the ones doing all this ruining, and where those people live, and where people are getting organized to deal with people like this, and eventually this genuinely leads to people taking bags of guns to public spaces and killing a bunch of people and letting poison gas loose in convention centers and overloading the phone lines of hospitals and such.

So yeah, if you see other people getting a bit heated about stuff like this, it uh... may in fact be that you're looking at some of the people who are dealing with terrorists trying to kill them or having actually killed people they care about, and not just people being overly heated about people saying the stupidest things you've ever heard about movies or games or whatever.

[todouswife]

Guardians of Serendipity- pt 4

Well, I think this is at least decent. but for the ppl who are interested in this story, it is deff gonna pick up and turn into more of an action/thriller romance story it's just starting off a little slow. sorry about that. I hope everyone enjoys!!!

Over the next couple of days, Yasmine made it a part of her routine to grab a cup of coffee with her new friends. They always made time in the morning to stop by and see Yasmine. She appreciated this even if it was short, it was nice. Yasmine was currently sitting on her bed scrolling through TikTok. She had been ignoring the calls and texts from her boyfriend for the past four days. She didn't know how to bring up what she knew. Her so-called best friend hadn't checked up on her since she saw her with her boyfriend. She was watching a video when she got a Facetime call from Shelby, her best friend, she debated on answering the call. Yasmine didn't really want to see or speak to her but figured it would be okay to answer the phone, maybe she would tell on herself and that would be the end of it.

As Yasmine answered the phone she heard Shelby speak, "Hey you haven't texted me in a while, are you okay?" she said, Yasmine sighed trying to figure out how she wanted to go about the conversation. She didn't know if she should bring up her boyfriend to see if Shelby had a reaction. After a brief pause, she decided to keep things cordial for now, not wanting to be too obvious about what she knew.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Yasmine replied with a forced smile. "I've just been dealing with some stuff lately. I haven't wanted to talk to anyone." Shelby seemed to accept the vague answer, but there was an underlying tension in the air. Yasmine couldn't help but feel betrayed and disappointed in her friend, who chose her boyfriend over their friendship.

"I understand, if you ever need to talk or hang out, I'm here for you," Shelby offered, though her words felt fake to Yasmine.

"I know I just haven't felt like doing much," Yasmine replied, masking her true feelings behind politeness.

Yasmine looked at Shelby through the phone screen. Shelby looked so natural while being so insincere to her. Yasmine felt a mixture of rage and sadness swirl within her. She wanted to yell and scream at Shelby through the phone but wanted to see how this would play out. Shelby hums to herself while biting her lip.

"Anyway, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," Shelby said hesitantly, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between them.

Yasmine's heart raced as she anticipated what Shelby might say. Was this it? Was she actually going to tell on herself? How did Yasmine want to react to it if it was?

"What is it?" Yasmine asked, trying to appear casual while her mind was racing.

Shelby took a deep breath, "I've been hanging out with Mekhi a lot lately, and I didn't want you to hear it from someone else, but..."

Yasmine braced herself for what was coming, her pulse quickening as she wondered if Shelby was actually going to tell her.

"But Mekhi and I are just friends," Shelby continued, the words coming out in a rush. "I know it might seem weird, but we've just been keeping each other company because we've both been feeling lonely."

Yasmine felt a mix of emotions at Shelby's explanation. Yasmine let her face scrunch up at the explanation. She lied but her lie wasn't any better than the truth. Shelby's heart began to race at Yasmine's facial reaction.

"So because y'all have been lonely, y'all have been hanging out enough for people to possibly be suspicious and come back and tell me? That shit is weird." Yasmine says mugging the girl on the other end of the phone.

Shelby's eyes widened, "No, it's not like that. We're just friends, really."

Yasmine couldn't believe the audacity of her to play it off so casually. Anger boiled in her, threatening to spill over. She decided to press further, wanting to see how far Shelby would go with her lies.

"Just friends, huh?" Yasmine replied clearly annoyed and angry. "Funny how you conveniently started hanging out with him right around the time that we started fighting."

Shelby hesitated, her eyes darting away from the camera for a moment. "Look, I didn't mean to neglect our friendship. It's just, Mekhi and I found comfort in each other during a tough time."

Yasmine scoffed, "Comfort? Is that what you call it? You found comfort in my boyfriend while I was dealing with my own problems?"

Shelby bit her lip nervously, realizing she was losing the upper hand in this conversation. "Yasmine, I swear, it's not what you think. We're just friends, and I didn't want to burden you with my own struggles."

Yasmine felt a surge of anger and betrayal. The person she thought she could rely on had betrayed her trust. "I'm not stupid Shelby, I know it was you with him at that cafe. Y'all were hugged up on each other. That's not something friends do. Besides don't you think it's better to put your problems on me rather than act booed up with my man?"

Shelby let out an aggravated sigh, "Yas, I was not booed up with him. You need to calm down, you are working yourself up over nothing." Yasmine decided she didn't want to listen to any more of her lies.

"No, I don't want to hear that shit. I already know that you are sleeping together, you can have him. Fuck you and him have a nice night." Yasmine hung up the phone and blocked Shelby and her ex.

The room was tense as Yasmine sat on her bed, her phone buzzing incessantly with messages from Shelby and Mekhi, probably from social media. She wanted to read them but she knew that it would just upset her more than she already was. Yasmine felt like she needed to talk with someone. Normally her go-to is her roommate and friend Jaleah but she was at work and Yasmine knew she shouldn't disturb her at work. With a deep breath, she dialed Roman's number.

Roman's voice came through the line, "Hey, Yasmine. Everything okay?"

Yasmine hesitated for a moment, her voice cracking some as the anger turned into sadness, "I need someone to talk to. Can you guys come over?"There was a pause, and Yasmine could almost hear the silent conversation among Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Solo.

Finally, Roman replied, "Of course. We'll be there in a bit."

"Thank you," Yasmine said with tears rolling down her face. Roman gave her a short response before hanging up the phone. Yasmine texted him her address and threw her phone to the side and then buried her face in her knees. It was so frustrating. Why did she have to be the one to go through this? While she had already come to terms with what was going on it didn't make it hurt any less. All the years worth of memories with the both of them were tainted. she spent so long and the two people she trusted the most hurt her in the worst way possible. 

After about 20 long minutes there was a knock on the door. Yasmine drug herself out of bed, she stumbled a bit as she got up, her sight still blurred with tears. Yasmine reached the front door and looked through the peephole. She saw exactly who she was expecting so she opened the door to find Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Solo standing there, they all looked worried. Yasmine steps to the side and lets them in the apartment. They silently walked in.

"Uh, make yourself comfortable," Yasmine weakly says with a sniffle.

Everyone settled in the living room, Roman, Solo, and Jimmy smooshed on a couch while Jey and Yasmine got comfortable on cushioned chairs.

"Yas were here for you. You just gotta tell us what's up." Jey says in a reassuring tone while looking at Yasmine. Yasmine sighs and looks at the floor as she begins to tell them everything. From what she found on her boyfriend's iPad to the Facetime call with Shelby and everything in between. Yasmine let it all out she needed it. She yelled, cried, and screamed. She felt so vulnerable.

Roman's face showed empathy for her, "I'm sorry you're going through this, Yasmine. I know it's not easy."Yasmine nodded, her eyes welling with tears once again, "Do you need a hug?" he said with his arms extended. Yasmine nodded, and they both got up to hug. Yasmine buried her face into Roman's chest and wrapped her arms around his torso, still slightly crying. Roman stroked her hair while having his other arm wrapped around her shoulders. 

Jey trying to lighten up the mood gets up and wraps his arms around Yasmine's shoulders. "Let me get in on this." Yasmine giggles and pulls out of Romans's chest whipping her eyes.

"I'm actually so glad I ran into you guys," she sniffles again.

Jimmy smiles, "Yeah, and we're not going anywhere. You're stuck with us now." while following his brother's actions. Yasmine couldn't help but let out a small chuckle and hug the brothers back. 

"Solo you gotta get in this hug now." Yasmine laughs, Solo smiles lightly and gets up to join the group hug. Yasmine smiles feeling comforted knowing she at least had a support system to help her. Soon they all separated and sat back down.

"Do you want to get some food and ice cream?" Jimmy asks

Yasmine's eyes brightened at Jimmy's suggestion. She quickly nodded her head yes. Roman chuckled, "Food and ice cream sound like a plan," He said, a reassuring smile on his face. The group quickly decided on a nearby diner known for its comfort food.

As they walked to the diner, the guys continued to crack jokes and share lighthearted banter. Yasmine found herself constantly laughing at the others.

The diner, with its cozy booths and familiar aroma of comfort food, provided a welcoming atmosphere. They ordered a variety of dishes, indulging in a collective feast that somehow made everything feel a little better.

Between bites, Jey asked, "So, what's the plan now, Yas? How do you want to handle all of this?"

Yasmine thought about the question for a second. She never actually got that far. "Honestly, I just want to move on. I don't think it's worth the heartache. I don't need that drama in my life. I think I mourned the relationship a while ago I just needed the push to say something."

Jimmy, with a playful grin, added, "If you need any revenge ideas, just let us know. We got you."

Yasmine chuckled, "No revenge needed. I wanna focus on myself and get myself right. I can't do that if I'm focused on getting my get back."

After the meal, they decided to cap off the night with a visit to an ice cream parlor. As they ate the sweet treats, Yasmine couldn't help but feel grateful for the turn in her day.

Later after Yasmine felt better the men took her back to her apartment and soon left after. On their car ride home they talked amongst themselves, Yasmine was so sweet. She was way too good for her ex, and while she didn't have the energy to do anything to make them as sad as her, that didn't go for her new friends. They were upset that someone had the nerve to do that let alone someone they had grown fond of. The four of them had connections and lots of them, and while they wouldn't let Shelby and Makhi be hurt physically they would be hit where it hurt for sure. They would make sure of it.

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Solo sat in the backseat of the car as they drove through the city. The night had taken a turn, and he found himself feeling a mix of anger on behalf of Yasmine. He listened to the conversation in the car, his mind already formulating a plan. Yasmine may not have wanted to do anything but he and everyone in the car did.

Roman, driving the car, glanced at Solo through the rearview mirror. "Solo, you been quiet. What's on your mind?"

Solo leaned forward, his expression serious. "Yasmine didn't deserve any of this shit. It pisses me off they did that. I wanna do something to make them feel the same way."

Jimmy, turned around from the front passenger seat and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we can't let them think they can mess with one of ours and get away with it."

Jey chimed in, "But we gotta be smart about it. We can't risk bringing unnecessary attention."

Roman listened to the input from the twins and Solo, "I agree. We need to hit them where it hurts without causing more problems for ourselves."

As they continued to discuss their plan, Solo's thoughts were focused on the best way to deliver a message that would make Shelby and Mekhi regret their actions. He knew they had connections, and he intended to use them strategically.

Finally, Solo spoke up, "Let me handle this. I know some people who can make their lives a living hell without us getting directly involved."

Roman raised an eyebrow, "You sure about this, Solo? We don't want any unnecessary trouble."

Solo nodded, his jaw clenched. "I got it under control. They messed with one of ours, and they need to pay."

The car fell into a determined silence as they headed back to their usual meeting spot. Solo's mind was already working out the details of the plan. He knew how to navigate the underground, and he had connections that could make things very uncomfortable for Shelby and Mekhi.

As they pulled up to their destination, Solo looked at the brothers and Roman. "Trust me on this. I'll make sure they regret messing with Yasmine."

The twins exchanged glances before Jimmy grinned, "Do your thing, Solo. We got your back."

Solo stepped out of the car, his mind focused on the task at hand. Revenge wasn't always the answer, but in this case, he couldn't let the betrayal go unanswered. 

As he disappeared into the night, the brothers and Roman exchanged a glance. They trusted Solo to handle things. 

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they ain't gonna be physically harmed but their reputation may as well be dead as well as their social life but that's if I actually include this in the lore of the story lol :P

[lolkitkatbar]

Ranking all the murder drones episodes so far because I can

#6: Pilot (ep.1)

The pilot has to be my least favorite episode of the whole series. Lot's of the jokes didn't really land with me. This is also the episode that Introduced me to murder drones so the classic MD critisism kept nagging me in the back of my mind: "Does this series want me to take it seriously or just turn off my brain and laugh. Do I care that these murder robots are murdering everyone or should I not give a crap" and to an extant this episode specifical still triggers those thoughts. I guess this episode did a bad job balancing the funny and the spoopy with each other.

#5: cabin fever (ep.4)

This episode also suffers from "Does this series want to take it seriously or not" Syndrome, but it's a little bit better because the humor was better. This is also the episode that threw me for a loop and really confused me. I mean, most MD episodes confuse me if I don't get a little help but if it wasn't for MD analyses/theory videos I would have stayed completely clueless. The bad pacing doesn't help either. That being said I do appreciate this episode for really showing these characters having character development. N stands up for himself more, V is shown to be more then cold murder machine, and Uzi is allowed to be more vulnerable. Plus I LOVE the scene where Uzi and N are falling from the sky and N is comforting Uzi. It doesn't matter how you view them, friends, siblings, lovers, that's darn cute! One thing that I'm kind of disappointed about is how V and Izzy's relationship didn't develop much after this episode. I really think it it would be cute if the popular WD diva that is Izzy softens that cold heart of V's and shows her ✨the magic of friendship✨or whatever but, alas, it was not meant to be.

#4: The Promening (ep.3)

Unlike most of these episodes, I don't really have much to say about The promening. To be honest it's on the same level as heartbeat but I just put it lower because I think because we get more info on Doll (And we get cool action scenes). This episode is also nice to look back on because this is the episode that made me a NUzi shipper.

#3: Heartbreak (ep.2)

Man these thumbnail captures are in horrible quality. Episode 2 is pretty good. I liked the scenes where the projections actually dupes the audience, like the murder scene one where everyone and everything was fake except that one girl or the one with N, those still gives me chills and was the first scene in the series that me do it. I mean, jeez, after that I have constant paranoia and worry if everything around me is fake. Also Thad was there so that's nice, kind of wish we had seen more of him after this but he plays a really small role after this episode. Also is it just me or do Uzi and N show know signs that they like their "crushes" after episode 1, like, they act completely normal in front of them and act as if they never had crushes on them in the first place, which kinda makes me feel like it was more so puppy love then anything tbh. I also found Doll to be very interesting in this episode and I wanted to know more about her. Which is great because the next episode dives into her a little bit more. But yea this is only above "The Promening" because I would rather watch this episode just a little bit more.

#2: Home (ep.5)

Definently one of the best murder drones episodes to date. I mean, we get to learn more of the disassembly drones past and more about cyn. Lil butler N is driving me crazy to this day tho, HE'S TOO CUTE! I'm also not the biggest eNVy fan but you have to admit their interactions in this episode were cute. Oh yea, Tessa was cool too. She really loves her drones more then anything (Even if she still sees them as below her in some ways). Also NUzi scenes are in here, even if their one sided, and it makes me scream everytime. Definently a banger of an episode.

#1: Dead End (Ep. 6)

These past two episodes have been absolute bangers, but this one hits like a truck! And no, I'm not saying that just because it's the newest episode, IT'S ACTUALLY SO GOOD! Cyn is taking over Uzi, undenounced to poor ol Uzi. Now N has to make a decision, take Tessa's advice and kill Uzi to save the universe or leave Uzi be and have the possibility of the universe. This shouldn't really be that difficult but once he realizes what he will have to do and as Uzi is hugging him tightly he realizes how much he loves uzi. She was the first person to believe in him. The first person to treat him as an equal. the first person to teach him to stick up for himself. He can't just throw her away now, not after all she's done for him. I really like V's character development in this series. She wen't from a heartless phyco to someone who actually cares for Uzi and N and would do what's best for the both of them, even if it means sacrificing herself. And the song at the end was so beautiful, man this series has an AMAZING SCORE!

Alright so that's my ranking for now, bye!

[moonillfated]

✩░▒▓▆ 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ▆▓▒░✩

"'Cause I'm losing what's left of my dignity, a small price I'll pay to see that you're happy. Forget all the disappointments you have faced, open up your worried world and let me in." 🚬

Or; Two rockstars talk about constellations, trash polka, and sparklers that smell of fake IDs & leftover cereal.

☆ Merry X-Mas @raggedy-dxctor

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There's a buzzing stuck under Corin's skin, electric and charged. Somehow, he thinks while his blood rushes with glitter missiles, it never gets old to feel this whizzing rush after a performance. Sharp, tangy citrus clings to his hair - pomelo soda whose sparkling bubbles wet his hazel locks, excitement forces you to spill a whole juice can at the final vocal pitch of Puppy Love. Somehow, even though sour acid of tonic makes his eyes burn, he blinks evenly against the flashing spotlights. Mirth, sequins- there's leopard print beneath that makes his knees buckle, his nose twitch. Dressed in primary colors and geometric spangles, 'you look like a fruitloop' says a cocky voice, slight smokers rasp. For a hot minute he's in on a different stage, between nicotine, blueberry rum rinsed leather - standing like a gunslinger or gargoyle with razor lyrics.

More neon beams onto his sweaty face as he closes his eyes, simply bathing in whatever syrupy vapor decides to float his way. All sorts of gifts are thrown at him, flowers and clothing articles - the cheers of the crowd fade into a low hum, like fireflies or the static of a boombox. And he can't help but grin, alive and lungs full of candid fog that creeps put of the machine. Tounge stained with mandarin cough drops, Corin blows a playful kiss at his audience and waves. He smells the acetone of his neatly applied nail polish on his curled fist around the microphone. Lights drop like molten gold from the ceiling of the backdrop, cheap, popsicle wrapper tattoos line his arms - rhinestone stickers, he's pretty sure specks of a glowstick are jumbled with his freckles, like the briolette, kandi bracelets wrapped around his wrists.

"Thank you everyone, for coming tonight!" Corin shouts, beaming at the loud screaming he gets in return. A flamingo platform with a number - like watching surfing videos. Transparent ballyhoos hug and wrench him to remain longer, pleading for encores or just a little chat. It warms his heart that so many individuals love his gigs, how lionized and feted he felt upon stepping up that familiar vinyl. He skips down the steps, grinning softly when his managers and team shove a bottle of fresh water into his sweaty palms. He poured his soul into every single note, made sure to swallow melodies like cinnamon whiskey. There's a hand on his shoulder, a pat from his drummer and member compliments, air clinging heavy to tunes, reluctant to let them dwindle into oblivion. He peeks behind the curtains at the swaying sea of bodies still raw, full of energy, faces blurred into flushed cheeks and mascara striped tears. Corin snickers, perks his sticky lips, and dissappears behind the seashell curved amphitheater before his supervisors can even realize he's gone.

He has never snuck out as a teenager before, but Milo described the thrill of breaking patterns, busted knuckles, and scatterbrained limericks he wrote on license plates. He rummages through his messy suitcase and pulls out the patched, shearling aviator bomber. He steps over setlists, ginger ale cans, tinsel - nearly trips and breaks his nose. It feels tipsy to tip-toe across the dressing room, still high on cologne and adrenaline, helium miasma, sonic bubbles. He just needs to manage to slip past unseen, a little shadow in denim and disco, guided by nothing but the distant flicker of an exit sign.

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It's rare their schedules mix, allign. Scuffed, road-worn converse tap along the cool pavement. He curses, pulls his jacket a bit tighter, and hisses through his teeth. Thankfully, Corin didn't have any unfortunate run-ins with fans that yanked at the chainlink fences behind the vents. He did see all the posters with out of pocket messages, camera clicks from paparazzi. Slowly, the moon winks at him behind the tattered clouds, twinkles of metal halides, traffic poles - he allows himself the freedom to pick up a penny. The spot they agreed to meet up at is not far away from his concert location, down the alley and up the main subway road. Tyres reek of blistering rubber, he hears them before he notices the black Trans Am pull up beside him - bronze firebird bastard.

He stops, crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. The driver of the old timer brings his vehicle to a low, gravelly bellow. Once he comes to a halt, rolling down his tinted window, the ebony haired male at the wheel lulls his head to the rim. "Get in." He instructs, scratchy, husky - eyes zipping to his rear view mirror. And he does, all too comfortable and familiar. The seats are cold, worn surfaces that have him scooting further inside until he settles snugly into the passanger spot. It smells of remote Septembers, tobacco, parrafin paint, and horror movie nights. All of a sudden, he is ten and in New Jersey, there's a boy with a bruise on his jaw and he is the only person who approaches the snaggle-toothed delinquent. Now he sits with the same man, looking at his inked limbs that he remembers patching up one too many times, gauze, bandaids.

"Did anyone see ya'?" And there's playfulness to the question, eager and bone crushing. He rolls his brown eyes, going to turn up the radio as Milo hurries up the roaring car. It swerves almost lazily. "I wouldn't be here if someone did, idiot." Corin flops his head against the rest and glances at his friend waggish, pure - of course the younger male refuses to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his stare, drifting his icy orbs, illuminating diodes. There's no riposte, no jab or snarky comment. Even though he was fully expecting one back, it's surprisingly nice to bathe in silence that will never feel awkward. Jumping out of his skin, the spikes of the tallers cufflinks graze his bare knees through the rips, holes of his baggy jeans. A few creative vulgar phrases later and fidgeting with the glove box, he slams the compartment hard until it pops open. Puzzled, he observes the cluttered drawer, not bothering to catch the fallen zippo or dice keychain.

"Grab that shit for me, would ya'?" He doesn't get what first, but one tattooed finger points at a cardboard container. He reaches and takes it - Blockbuster Sparklers, he steals a bounty bar too. Comics, epipen and cellophane, altoid mints and cash. It's all so chaotic but neat at the same time, Corin scoffs at the british branded hinge-lid packs of burning cancer on top of a guitar chip pouch, Woodbine. "This?" He holds it up, dangling the white case to make sure he didn't mix it up with a cigarette receptacle. Milo nods curtly, abrubtly cutting a serrated corner to escape the bustling gridlock so they get out of the city hub faster. He shuffles a bit to regain his position and shoots an offended glare at the pale bassist. "Still can't believe you're legally allowed to drive." To prove the point, he veers his beloved vintage car more promptly down a busy boulevard.

"I will file a lawsuit, in case you forgot we're both kind of famous." Milo gives him a look, annoyed and snide. Corin huffs as he peels open his chocolate and bites a mouth full of creamy coconut. It's only ten minutes more until he parks by an abandoned warehouse, always the same, empty lot by the toyons, where the meter maids never check. It's impressive how well he knew the Los-Angeles streets, every lane, crescent. Ceasing their bickering for later, the lead vocalist and shredder both leave Milo's ride to tackle the vacant depot. Vandalized graffiti masonry, ivy shrouded walls that coil all the way up towards the flat roof. He fiddles with the keys and locks the car with a dramatic jingle, confident, arrogant even. Fishnet sleeves, biker jersey with random pins he most likely pocketed off of his devotees, Corin follows the flashy M sewed onto his lanky back - not being able to resist shoving him.

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If there's one thing Corin never expected to do, it's to associate torrid smoke with home, to make his toes curl. It clings in the late night, summer breeze and roves, tangles with the scent of rotten heat. He takes a sip of his capri sun, plops a fourth haribo sour worm, and inches just a tad closer to the slates to watch all the town's flickering lustre. "Deneb is such a fuckin' diva." He hears Milo grumble, puffing out a cloud of toxins.

"Deneb?" He asks, chewing the pink and yellow gummy. His friend drones, taking a deep drag. He raises his pointer, chipped black. "That guy." Following his directions to see a cluster of stars that spiral like a bird, wings spread and twinkling. "A real show stopper." Apparently he was an astrologer too, not just a lavish strummer. Corin never payed attention to constellations much, nor did he openly research their names and shapes. This one however was exactly like Milo said, a peacock amongst the vast midnight blue. "Takes one to know one." He nudges his side light-heartedly, laughing, alive and full of holograms, singapore sling with too much pineapple. It glistens just as he gets a punch delivered to his shoulder, exactly with the clenched hand decorated in trash polka designs - some crimson, obsidian calligraphy and ravens.

"Shut the fuck up and hand me the firecrackers." He pops another candy into his mouth and hands him the dangerous toys. Milo rubs out his coffin nail onto the bricks, it sizzles and dissolves into a pile of rutilant ashes. Corin holds his one out and waits till the other lights it, gasoline and blaze, until it crackles wickedly against the thin skin of his hands like popping kerosene. He's twelve again, for the second time after his tiring show, in prep school - on the creaking laminate of their gym. A boy with a grumpy sneer, bleeding nose, another kid with granola bars and Alcott's novel clutched firmly. A few years later, those same fingers hold a bowl of leftover cheerios, fake IDs, switchblades and rosaries. But right now, even with all the hectic work their lifestyles include, it's just two people breathing something rich, voltaic.

[mrs-monaghan]

We don't talk enough about JK's reaction on James Corden during BTS last trip to LA, when James was all over JM in that interview. Not to mention James all over JM during the crosswalk. The way JK interrupted & started rubbing James, when James was rubbing JM's shoulders and all BTS joined in to make it not so obvious why JK stepped in.

Also, During the sit down interview You can see JK's discomfort set in quick when James put full attention on JM. Look at JK's reaction when James says I want to talk about my baby Mochi. JK's lip bite sarcastic giggle when James said it. Him Watching James rubbing on JM's arms with Tae drooling over JM's thighs & bringing attention them, with RM over there touching all over JM, literally gripping his thighs saying OH YEAH. And Some man screaming Yeah in the audience when JM's flexing. Everyone with all eyes on JM and only one person sitting there in silence the whole time, is JK. That awkward smile & look JK gave the audience when they started screaming for JM. Not to mention the way he sat blank faced as James went to touch JM's thighs. Just Look at JK's eyes, going from James back to Jimin's thigh while James is touching JM's thigh. He couldn't believe he was having to sit through that. Then when he did smile at the end & clapped, he still had his eyes on JM. This was an annoyed boyfriend who had to watch his boyfriend being put on display by everyone. He was done with his boyfriend being felt up in his face and drooled on.

So Why wasn't JK as enthusiastic & teasing as the rest? Why did he stare James down? Why did he fake a smile? And The way everyone noticed but made excuses for JK's behavior. Saying, well he smiled at the end or he wasn't in a playful mood or he just didn't care. The excuses even from JKK cause they didn't like the JK is jealous narrative. NO, just no. I don't blame JK. If that's my partner, I'm JK in that situation. Hell no, I'm not gonna cheer on people rubbing on my man. It's not jealousy, its about boundaries. Also JM's reaction after it was all over and RM asking if he was alright. Its clear JM felt put on the spot & JK also didn't appreciate it. Not even a tiny bit.

Hey Anon 👋🏽 I always reply. U really don't need to send an ask twice 😁

Okay, here is a video I like that puts all together

If I'm being honest I don't think JK is bothered here. Like at all. What I see is JK checking out his man if anything.

This part here. Eyes on jib🍑ty JK agrees his man looks good

Anon, I can give you the RM part. Joon squeezes Jimin's thigh and maybe JK stops smiling. Stops moving even.

So that one maybe. But as for the rest you have to remember the context of this whole segment. James had messed up and RM called him out. Its clear even BTS don't really like this guy. So that could be what you're seeing. JK just not feeling James in general. But imo I dont think he was bothered by James appreciating Jimin's hot bod.

Thanks for the ask 😘😘

[supercriminalbean]

Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 6:

The way Garcia runs out of the room to check the video link and Rossi is so close on her tail has my heart pounding.

I'm scared.

JJ alive yay I mean we knew that but still.

Oh come on, Garcia is so in love with Luke I just know it, taking back every teasing comment she's made oh please.

I don't know but the Wheels up scene felt so cringe I'm sorry. I like wheels up but I dunno no.

The jet looks weird I don't like it. I miss the old one

LUKE SHE FOUND LUKE! YAY.

The unsub is right there that fucker!

I like Elias I think he's a really nice change of unsub, I like it.

I feel bad for him, his inner child needs healing.

Like I'm glad JJ & Luke are good but like we wanted so long just for them to be mildly brusied seriously.

Or is it going to be like they faint or collapse later on sue to injuries?

JJ is pissed, ahhh I wanna hug her.

No one even bothered to comfort her like bitch she almost die show her something

Emily she use to be your best friend why you just hugging Luke ugh.

The way Tara and Rossi both reached for JJ as soon as she started walking 😭🥰

Even tho JJ kinda reached for Dave first annoyed me just putting that there, no one looks out for her because she looks out for everyone this season.

I really want a Will phone call.

Oh no Benjamin dead. Lol.

I hope Elias killed the guy who hurt him.

Aww poor Tyler.

Garcia and Tyler scare me

I do not like the jet! I want the old one back!

Tyler and Penelope looks and smes at each other make me feel uncomfortable. Like if Luke didn't exist. Enemies to lovers 😍

But Luke exist and I want my babies to date. GARVEZ!

Okay but Garcia hugging the hell outta Luke and JJ. YESSS

JJ face when she could relax in her hug warmed me so much.

Even Luke should be rephased as especially Luke, by the way Penelope.

If something happened to Will and JJ I don't think I will be albe to handle it.

I love JJ so much.

Garcia. NO. Do not bring him to your place.

Tyler Green is such a cute drunk.

Thoes two could be honstely the best of best friends. They remind me of me and my friend.

Rebecca and Tara I can not handle this. 💔💔💔😭😭

Garcia wanting gossip is so me.

Tara is also me.

Tara talking is making me 😍🥺🥺

Also the look Emily gave her VS the look Luke gave her when they heard a nosie.

ARE YOU KINDING ME SHE NAME HER CAT THE BLACK QUEEN!?!

Luke teasing her.

Tyler brought her tea aww.

What did she say about his face. So similar to when she insult Luke's face in the past just sayingggg.

Tyler opening up is so cuteee aww Garcia yesss therpy with you two is. Noo my heart is liking this Nope no no.

WHAT THE FUCK THEY ALMOST KISS.

YES GARCIA YOU USED YOUR BRAIN AND STOPPED IT GOOD.

MAYBE YOU WILL USE IT AND REALZIE YOU LOVE LUKE!?!

Kill him baby KILL HIM!

NO don't stop😭

Wait are we gonna kill him now?

WHAT THE FUCK!

Yes I screamed yes I scared my cat yes I got in trouble. No I'm not sorry.

I am kinda proud of Garcia tho her smile is cute but fuck off you bitch.

Tyler Green was so shock and omg his little face.

My heart is breaking breaking for Luke.

Rossi I blame you, you dick face.

Tara and Rebecca please don't break up please don't I can not handle that right now.

Please tell me they will get back together...please.

Oh Emily good news doesn't exist around here.

Why does Luke look happy when she says she was on a walk with someone, oh its fake happniess.. Hey JJ has that oh so knowing look on her face.

Luke just seem like he didn't want to listen to her and um that kinda hurts me.

It's okay Rossi to her side yay thank you papa pasta.

Father by day serial killer by night. Hottest thing ever. I will not apologize for my issues.

Son of a bitch 😍 thank you Dave I needed that after Garcia hurt me.

Ugh he's alive. Gross.

I hope the uncle dies painfully.

Wait..how did his parents die I wonder?

The uncle better be scared son of a bitch.

I hope it hurts,it might not but I hope it does.

Family is definitely what gets you killed.

I low-key hope Elias family never finds out it would hurt them. Poor babies.

[daddy-ul]

So, uh. I've seen a post in which an anon discussed how they didn't like Lars for his attitude towards James in SKOM.

Absolutely, totally understandable/valid/not my business. Everyone has their opinion, so I'm making my own post abt a thing, that isn't about liking one Lars Ulrich or not.

>>>>>>>> this post is about how SKOM is a documentary, but not the truth. Or not the whole truth.

At the end of the day, the directors chose a narrative, as one does. And they chose what to cut, HOW to cut it; what to keep and what to dismiss.

Do I pretend to know the truth, the whole truth about those years? Of course not, what i do know -based on the book and the commentaries by the directors- it's that they had a specific narrative in mind from one point forward. And they themselves acknowledged that sometimes they cut things in ways that did not reflect what went down in the studio (i.e. Kirk and the decision abt the solos in the album).

No, I'm not accusing the directors of muddling the waters or hiding the truth sjsjsjsj of course not! All the members watched and had their say on all the documentary. They have approved it, time and time again, during different stages. And they also acknowledge that there IS a narrative, like at one point Phil the therapist seems like a bad guy-- if you read the book, he is not. There was a misunderstanding and Lars talked in some post movie screening interview about how he was uncomfortable that some ppl took Phil for "the bad guy" at the end, bc he was not, and Lars kept him as his personal therapist for a while longer than the documentary implies. But all this is not there... Because a documentary is not reality. You only have this much time to send a message, even about real life stuff.

All of this to say: you want to hate Lars Ulrich? Please, do.

You want to judge him from a moral high ground based on a scene from a 3 hour therapy session that was cut for the exact dramatic purpose to feel like the final scream down between two band members? .... Ehhh. Maybe remember those cuts. I know that the scream was in fact asked by James and that after Lars screamed in his face, Lars made a joke and everyone in the room (INCLUDING JAMES) laughed, and it helped break the tension. I know this bc it was in the book. It's no one fault that someone didn't read the book or didn't know that there was even a book. So it was not the maximum point of tension between J and L, it was a long and difficult session that had highs and lows. Like for example, James saying that he didn't trust Lars anymore, for x and x reasons. That isn't in the documentary either, for running time problems and for narrative problems. As a MOVIE, the doc needed a dramatic high between them, so they chose that moment to be it even if it wasn't as dramatic in the reality of the everyday lives of the real ppl in the room.

LONG STORY SHORT: of course a documentary is more real than a movie, but it still got bias and all that (even dictionaries and history books have those!!), so keep in mind that there isn't only one truth or one narrative. It's not that during the jits videos the guys were fake laughing with each other, they did have fun, even during those difficult months. But of course not everything is on camera. Have your opinion, just keep that in mind, and keep on hating sjsjsjsjs even if it's just a question of "i don't like his face" sjsjsjsjsj totally respect that.

>>>>>>>>> TO THE OG ANON, I don't think you'll end up reading this, but in that instance, i hope it's clear that this is not an attack or me judging you. Your ask just reminded me of a attitude that some tallica fans have and I've seen time and time again, so I thought it was finally timet to write this post that I've wanted to write for some time. Nothing personal.

[transfennecbuddy]

Mmmmm, I've just listened to Eternity Ward by Madotspooki. And man is it creepy. And I don't mean the video (although that is VERY unnerving too). Gosh, the lyrics surprised and scared me to first time I heard it.

First of all, whatever I was prepared for, I did not get that. When I first saw the trigger warnings, I was very worried, but then the video started up and it was cute and pretty! That alone threw me off, but then it got to the line "Break a bone or a few or a hundred and two" and I firmly knew this would be a creepy, weird song. And it was! It surprised me and unsettled me more and more as I listened, but I kinda like it! It's just so creepy and strange that it's cool in a different way, and I love it! I'm glad I listened to the lyrics because I would've missed half the charm if I hadn't, too! I really like the story and the vampire girl (I'm stuck between wanting to meet her and wanting to run far far away to protect my organs). Also the voice was so high-pitched that it gave off a fake-happy vibe, like everything's happy and positive (even though the synthetic quality of the voice made it just obvious enough that it was fake, the lyrics were so happily delievered that I couldn't tell what the actual vibe was supposed to be [which made me even more nervous and uncomfortable]), even though a girl is literally stealing folks' organs! Oooooo, all of it made it so creepy and unnerving and gosh I love how well everything worked together to do that!

And the visuals! At first I thought it was just strange because it was supposed to be a hospital setting, but my god when I heard more of the song and listened to more of the lyrics, I realized it perfectly matched the vibe going on. The art at the beginning was deceptively cute, so much so that the glitching pictures in the chorus felt like it didn't match, and it all did its job cause I was comfy enough to be properly scared later on!

I think one of my favorite parts of the song is after the first chorus (can you call it a chorus? There's no words, just music. Is it a bridge then?). It just starts off with "Just as imagined, some wings to call my own. I'm an angel, I'm watching over you" and like... I love the angel imagery, I always love angel imagery, but my god, if I didn't think it would get creepy before, I certainly would've known then! It's just an awesome combination of unsettling me and something I can't describe better than it literally shining and attracting me like a bird to a shiny rock or a kid to the sun. And then it immediately says "Beautiful organs all in disarray" like UM YOU JUST MADE ME FALL IN LOVE AND THEN YOU SCARE ME AGAIN?! And the ART in that moment is mmm gorgeous! And then right after, it starts decaying again, but at this point I'm way too invested to ever leave before it's done. (Also the captions at this point scared me. I'm kinda flattered but I also don't want Momotan to love me.)

And it only got more unsettling after that, with her chest opening up and having teeth to the lyrics screaming about you bleeding out and your neck being on wrong and having your guts spilled on the wall. And like. I love this song. So very much. But I can't listen to this over and over again without either almost dying on the inside or concerning everyone in my vicinity by singing about spilling someone's guts on the wall. (Actually, now that I think of it, that'd be a good way to worry my friends, hehehe.) Plus the video hurts my eyes and gives me a headache. So no matter how much I'm glad I got this suggestion (cause I would never have found this without a little push) or how quickly this is going on my Vocaloid playlist, this song is not joining the loop-while-working club for my own sake. But I will save it so that I can listen to it for a lil while, forget about it, and refind it again and be super happy and excited, repeat cycle.

Thanks so much @/viscaeriic for giving me this recommendation, and now I shall go try to emotionally recover (/lighthearted).

[xneens]

side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

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Hi I'm back I have 2 ideas similar but with 1 boy and 1 girl (Zoe) I'll send the boy later. Zoe is told about Lila but when Lila comes to her she is genuinely kind to her she doesn't call Lila out do to her experience but goes out of her way to be friendly which throw Lila off this is a two part so I'll send that next

Rest of the prompt : Part 2 Lila is thrown off by Zoe's kindness and it sickens her she believes it's a ploy (because of a bad experience with a fake friend) and tries to get her in trouble but it doesn't work and Lila is exposed when Zoe forgives her Lila snaps gets akumatized goes to jail or something and that's it

Thanks for being patient, here you go.

Zoe was excited to start at Dupont. She had heard wonderful things about the school and all its students. She got her class assignment, Mrs. Bustier's class and met with the class rep, Marinette. Marinette looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, but still smiled brightly at Zoe. She showed Zoe all around the school and made sure she knew where everything is. Before they left the empty art room to go to their class, Marinette stopped Zoe. "I just want to warn you about one of the girls in class. Lila. She is a liar, lies about knowing all these major celebrities and will promise you a meeting with them or help with a goal or something. But she won't follow through. I just don't want you to get hurt by her and be aware of her. But try not to call her out, or she will torment you." Zoe was a little shocked and agreed to be careful around Lila.

While she would be careful around Lila, that didn't mean that Zoe would be mean to her. After she was introduced to Mrs. Bustier's class, she was sat in the front row, next to Lila. "Just until I'm sure you are all caught up Zoe, then you can sit where you like." Mrs. Bustier told her. Lila was fuming, since Adrien had to move away from Lila. After all, Adrien was the only reason she wanted this seat in the first place.

This was only made worse when Zoe sat down and was immediately nice to Lila. Lila hadn't even plied her with promises of celebrities and dreams coming true. Zoe was just kind to her for no reason, and that didn't sit right with Lila. No one was nice for nothing. Everyone always wanted something for their friendship. Lila wouldn't fall for this again.

The last time she had believed that someone was just genuinely nice, she payed the price for it. Lila didn't have many friends back in Italy. As a matter of fact, she was teased a lot. So when someone new joined the class, a girl named Alysse, and was nice to her as soon as they met, Lila hoped that she would finally have a real friend. They hung out all the time and Lila shared a lot of secrets with Alysse. She really thought they were best friends.

But the truth eventually came out. Alysse only talked to her, because she knew her mom worked at the embassy. Alysse wanted to work in a similar profession when she grew up and hoped that being friends with Lila would give her a leg up in achieving that goal. Maybe there was an internship program that Lila's mom knew about and could help her get in. The only reason Alysse had ever even spoke to Lila was to use her as a stepping stone to reach her goals. When Lila found out, she told Alysse that being her friend wouldn't give her any kind of benefit in achieving her dreams, but that she would support Alysse in her dreams and wanted to still be friends. But when Alysse heard this and realized Lila couldn't help her, she immediately ditched Lila and never spoke to her again, leaving Lila alone once more.

This pattern would continue at every school Lila attended. She would be an outcast and teased. Then someone would think that Lila could help them with some kind of goal, and try to get close to her. But once they found out it wouldn't help, they would immediately ditch her. Lila eventually became very jaded about friendship and was sure the only way anyone would ever like her is if she could help them with their goals. In her mind, the only worth she could have is if she had connections to help her 'friends', even if those connections were as fake as her friends. So when she and her mother moved to Paris, she reinvented herself as a girl who lived an amazing life and had plenty of connections to help all her new 'friends'.

So the fact that Zoe was just being nice to her for no reason bothered Lila deeply. This had to be an act, it couldn't be real. It was never real before. Lila decided to strike first, before Zoe could try anything herself. Lila tried to frame Zoe for stealing her earrings, and reported her to Mr. Damocles. She was sure that once she did that, Zoe would get the message and leave her alone, quitting this fake friend routine. But the plan didn't work at all.

Mr. Damocles pulled Zoe into his office, where Lila sat crying about how her earrings were missing and she was sure that Zoe had stolen them. "She was admiring them yesterday, and after school I left them in the classroom on my desk while I ran back to the locker room to get something. When I came back, they were gone! The only person in the classroom at the time was Zoe, it had to be her! I just don't understand why she took them! I just want them back." Zoe was surprised by the accusation, and immediately offered to open her locker and bag. Lila smirked, knowing the earrings were in there, since she slipped them in her book bag today when no one was looking. But the smirk dropped from her face when Mr. Damocles said, "That won't be necessary Zoe. After what happened between Marinette and Lila, I made sure to repair all the cameras in the school. There are several cameras in the classroom. We can see exactly what happened." Lila watched in horror as he pulled up a video that showed Lila leaving the classroom yesterday with her earrings on.

"Lila, you left the classroom with your earrings in. You must be mistaken about where you left them. I will keep looking through the cameras for you, but at the least, this clears Zoe, since you had the earrings when you two went your separate ways. You may both return to class now." Lila was upset that her plan failed, but relieved that Mr. Damocles hadn't continued the video and seen Lila slip the earrings in Zoe's bag. As they exited Mr. Damocles' office, the rest of Mrs. Bustier's class left the class room for lunch. Before Lila could rejoin her friends and try to come up with a new way to rid herself of Zoe, Zoe stopped her. "Lila, I know you probably won't say sorry for what just happened. But I wanted to say I forgive you. Mistakes happen and I'm sure you didn't mean to falsely accuse me. Just please be sure next time, before you go to Mr. Damocles. You could really hurt someone if you accuse them without proof and they get in trouble."

The class heard everything and asked Zoe what had happened. As Zoe told them everything, Lila felt her anger grow. Then she heard someone scream "Akuma!" As everyone ducked for cover, Lila turned and looked. Sure enough, a dark butterfly was floating nearby. Lila turned back to Zoe, with a smirk on her face, completely forgetting about the class being there. "I'll show you. You won't make a fool of me. You are going to regret ever trying to trick me!" Lila raced and grabbed the dark butterfly, fusing it with her necklace. Hawkmoth droned on and on about her powers she would receive and Ladybug's and Chat Noir's miraculous. Just as she agreed and could feel the dark energy envelop her, she felt it fade away.

In front of her was Ladybug, holding Lila's necklace. Well, the remains of Lila's necklace. She broke the necklace and purified the akuma before Lila had a chance to even transform, let alone cause any damage. Lila was furious, and tried to attack Ladybug, Zoe, anyone she could get her hands on really. But she was quickly and forcefully restrained. Sabrina had called her dad the second she saw the akuma, and he had been in the area and arrived quickly. So quickly, that he saw the Lila grab the akuma and try to attack Ladybug. Lila was arrested and taken to a juvenile detention center outside of the city limits, so it would be harder for Hawkmoth to reach her. She was deported back to Italy after this, and sentenced to a juvenile detention center for the attempted of assault of Ladybug, and Zoe. All because she couldn't accept that Zoe was just a genuinely kind person.