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anonymousewrites · 8 months ago

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Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter One

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter One: Welcome to the Hotel

Summary: (Y/N) falls to Hell and has to figure out how to live their afterlife.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened. The sun was gone. A red sky loomed over them. The rosebush they had died in had disappeared, replaced by cold cement.

(Y/N) sat up and looked around themself. All they could see were buildings, a city made of red brick and strange billboards for drugs and sex and other things that (Y/N) was pretty damn sure didn’t exist back where they’d been alive.

It didn’t take a genius to know where they were: Hell.

(Y/N) had died and fallen to hell. Very well. Standing, they straightened their shoulders. They’d killed people. They’d very much earned a place in Hell, even if (Y/N) felt that they’d done it to protect themself.

That being said, (Y/N) couldn’t just stand there. They had died at seventeen and were new in Hell. They weren’t sure what Hell was like, but it did put (Y/N) in a position to get hurt in some way.

(Y/N) walked out of the alley and looked around themself. They were in front of a store selling TVs that were playing some sort of news channel. Before (Y/N)’s attention went to the show, their eyes landed on their reflection in the glass.

They no longer looked human. Their skin had greyed from their formal tone. Green tinged their hands. Instead of hair, roses of their past hair color mixed with red covered their head like intricate curls. In place of the bloody clothes they had died in, they wore a red shirt with black overalls stitched with scarlet roses.

(Y/N) disliked the irony—they died in a rosebush, and now their entire appearance was reminiscent of the briars.

They looked away from their appearance and to the TV show playing. A girl with blond hair and white skin was…singing? (Y/N) cocked their head and watched as she sang about a “Happy Hotel” to hopefully redeem sinners to get them into Heaven.

Now, (Y/N) wasn’t convinced that people could be redeemed—if they could, then (Y/N) wouldn’t be in the Hell. They wouldn’t have needed to kill to try to save themself. Still, the bubbly blonde seemed like a safer bet than wandering around Hell on their own, so (Y/N) looked at the address and squared their shoulders.

They could do this. They survived their life. They would survive their death.

(Y/N) stood in front of the two main doors and looked up at the towering hotel. It looked like it was going to fall apart at any moment, but (Y/N) wasn’t going to give up the possibility to having a safe(?) place to stay just by being judgmental.

They knocked on the door, and instantly, it was flung open.

“Hello?” said the excitable, cheery voice from the TV show.

“Uh, hi,” said (Y/N). “Is this the Happy Hotel?”

“It is!” The blond grinned happily. “Are you looking to stay here?”

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Oh my god! Welcome! I’m Charlie, and I run this hotel to redeem sinners!” said Charlie. She pulled (Y/N) inside. “That’s Vaggie, my girlfriend and the best helper ever—” she gestured to a grey-skinned woman with white hair over one eye with an “X” “And that’s Angel, our only other guest.” A tall man with spiderlike qualities waved with one of four arms. “What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N),” said the teenager, glancing at them a bit nervously.

“Don’t tell me you’re comin’ to stay here willingly,” said Angel.

“I don’t want to take my chances out there,” said (Y/N), gesturing back to Hell.

Vaggie frowned. “Are you…new to Hell?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I arrived earlier today.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow, and you already came to be redeemed?”

(Y/N) shrugged.

Charlie deflated. “Oh…”

“It’s nothing personal. But I killed a couple people. I don’t really know if that can be redeemed,” said (Y/N).

“You killed people? How old are you?” said Vaggie, furrowing her brow.

“Seventeen,” said (Y/N).

“Holy shit. Impressive, kid,” said Angel.

“Oookay,” said Charlie, laughing nervously. “But you’re here now! Do you want to be redeemed?”

(Y/N) considered. “Do I have to feel sorry for what I did?”

“No way,” said Angel.

“Well, it kind of goes along with the whole redemption thing,” said Charlie.

(Y/N) frowned.

“We’ll work on it,” said Charlie, smiling weakly. “At least we have a new guest!”

“That’s your biggest success today, toots!” said Angel.

“Thanks for the reminder, Angel,” snapped Vaggie.

Another knock sounded at the door. Charlie perked up.

“Another person!” she cheered, running to the door. She opened it.

“Hell—”

She shut the door. She processed who she’d seen. She opened it again.

“—O.”

Charlie shut the door. “Hey, Vaggie.”

“What?” said Vaggie.

“The Radio Demon is at the door,” said Charlie.

“The what now?” said (Y/N), frowning.

“What?!” cried Vaggie.

“Who?” asked Angel.

“What should I do?” asked Charlie nervously.

“Well, don’t let him in,” said Vaggie.

Charlie made the incredibly astute decision to open the door again. (Y/N) peeked around the corner and saw a tall, deerlike man standing in old-timey clothes with a giant grin.

“May I speak now?” said the “Radio Demon.”

“You may,” said Charlie, attempting to sound regal.

“Alastor!” greeted the Radio Demon, putting out his hand to shake Charlie’s. “A pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure.” He brushed past her inside. “Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on the picture show, and I just couldn’t resist! What a performance! Why I haven’t been that entertained since the Stock Market Crash of 1929.” He laughed. “So many orphans.”

Vaggie jumped in front of him before he could go any farther and pointed a spear at him. “Hold it right there!” She cursed in Spanish and glared. “I know your game, and I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone here you pompous, cheesy, talk-show shitlord!”

Alastor laughed and pushed her spear down. “Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here…” His grin froze, and his eyes turned to red dials. An ominous glow surrounded him. “I would have done so already.”

Everyone stared at him.

Alastor shook his head and smiled. “No, I’m here because I want to help!”

“Say what now?” said Charlie.

(Y/N) had to agree that sounded very doubtful after that display.

“Help!” repeated Alastor. He chuckled and tapped his cane-microphone. “Hello? Is this thing on? Testing, testing.”

“Well, I heard you loud and clear!” said the microphone.

“Uhm, you want to…help?” said Charlie, attempting a smile. “With…?”

Alastor disappeared into shadows and popped up next to Vaggie and Charlie, putting an arm around both of them. “This ridiculous thing you’re trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it!”

“Uhhhhh why?” asked Charlie.

“Why does anyone do anything?” said Alastor brightly. “Sheer, absolute boredom! I’ve lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking…focus…anguish! I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!”

“Does…getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment?” said Charlie.

I’d say it does, thought (Y/N).

Alastor laughed. “It’s the purest kind, my dear. Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment.”

“So…does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?” said Charlie hopefully.

Alastor laughed. “Of course not. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption? Oh, the nonexistent humanity! No, no, no, no, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such lonesome sinners.” He looked at Vaggie, Angel, and (Y/N). “The chance given was the life they lived before. The punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done.”

“So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” asked Charlie.

Alastor grinned. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself! I want to watch the scum of the Earth struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly fail and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure.”

Charlie stared. “Riiiight.”

“Yes, indeedy. I see big things coming your way, and who better to help you than I!” Alastor continued talking to Charlie as they went out of sight.

“Who was that?” asked (Y/N).

“Yeah, what’s the deal with Smiles?” asked Angel.

“You, I get, but seriously, you’ve never heard of him?” said Vaggie, looking at (Y/N) and then Angel. “The Radio Demon? One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?”

“Not big on politics,” said Angel, shrugging.

“Ugh.” Vaggie sighed and finally gave them their explanation. “Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell. Seemingly overnight, he began to topple Overlords that had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him the Radio Demon, as lazy as that is. Many have speculated: what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world’s most ancient, indestructible evils? But one thing’s for sure…he’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery and violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!”

“Ya done?” said Angel. He laughed. “He just looks like a Strawberry Pimp.”

“I wish I had that sort of power,” said (Y/N), staring wide-eyed at Alastor. Then no one would try to hurt them.

“I don’t trust him,” hissed Vaggie.

“Well, to be fair, do you trust any man?” said Angel with a smirk. “Any men? Men?”

Vaggie glared before getting up to talk to her girlfriend. “Charlie, listen to me. You can’t believe this creep. He isn’t just a happy face. He’s a dealmaker. He’s pure evil. He can’t be redeemed. And he’s most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do.”

“I…We don’t know that,” said Charlie. “Look, I know he’s bad, and he probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance, to have faith that things will be better. How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do, everything I believe in. Just…trust me. I can take care of myself.”

“Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him,” said Vaggie.

(Y/N) made a mental note of that.

“I’ve picked up one thing from my dad! ‘You don’t take shit from other demons,’ ” said Charlie.

“Who’s her dad?” asked (Y/N).

“Lucifer, King of Hell,” said Angel matter-of-factly.

“Oh, wow,” said (Y/N), blinking.

“Okay, so, Al…” Charlie smiled awkwardly and approached Alastor. “You’re sketchy as fuck, and you clearly see what I’m doing here as a joke. But I don’t. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better, so I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no…trickster…voodoo strings attached.”

Alastor swung his cane around. “So, it’s a deal, then?” He extended a hand, and a sickly green glow emanated from it.

“Nope!” Charlie, smartly, pushed it back, and the light stopped. “No shaking! No deals. I…As Princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order you that you help with this hotel for as long as you desire. Sound fair?”

Alastor considered. “Fair enough!”

Charlie let out a breath of relief. “Cool beans.”

Alastor looked around the hotel and grinned at Vaggie. “Smile, my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!” He looked at Charlie. “So where is your hotel staff?”

“Uh, well…” Charlie coughed and looked at Vaggie.

“Ohohoho, you’re going to need more than that,” said Alastor. He went to the two guests, smiling first at Angel. “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!” Angel grinned.

Alastor’s grin froze, and the sound of a broken microphone screeched across the air for a second. He recovered instantly. “Ha! No!”

“Your loss,” said Angel.

“And you, little sprout? What can you do?” said Alastor.

“No idea, I’m new,” said (Y/N). But I want to do whatever you can do.

“Well, this just won’t do!” said Alastor. “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.” He snapped his fingers, and the fireplace flared to life to reveal a small body within. Alastor picked them up, and a single eye opened before the soot shook off a small woman with a 50s poodle skirt and bug-qualities. “This little darling is Niffty!”

“Hi, I’m Niffty!” she said brightly. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends! Why are you all women? Are there any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude! Man, this place is filthy! It really needs a lady’s touch, which is weird because you’re all ladies, no offense. Oh my gosh, this is awful!” She immediately skittered around the room and pulled down cobwebs. “No, no, no!”

“Ha! Read ‘em and weep boys!” A new voice appeared, and Alastor grinned as everyone looked over to see half a bar planted into the side of the foyer. “The hell? The fuck is this?” The cat-owl demon growled as he saw Alastor. “You.”

“Ah, Husker, my good friend, glad you could make it!” said Alastor.

“Don’t you Husker me, you son of a bitch,” snapped Husker. “I was about to win the whole damn pot!”

“Good to see you, too,” said Alastor.

“The hell do you want with me this time?” said Husker.

“My friend, I’m doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services,” chirped Alastor. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Are you shitting me?!” demanded Husker.

“Hm? No, I don’t think so!” said Alastor.

“You thought it would be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere? You think I’m some kind of fucking clown?!” spat Husker.

“Maybe!” said Alastor.

“I ain’t doing no charity job,” said Husker.

“Well, I figured you’d be the perfect piece to man the front desk of this fine establishment!” Alastor gestured to the bar counter as the “front desk.” “With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you!” He strolled over to the bar. “Don’t worry my friend, I can make it more welcoming!” He waved his hand. “If you wish.” A bottle of booze appeared.

“What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” said Husker. He looked at Alastor. “Well, you can!” He took a long drink.

“Hey, hey, heyheyhey,” said Vaggie. “No, no bar! No alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of meth, brothel, mancave!”

“Shut up!” Angel tackled her. “Shut up! We are keeping this!” Three of his four hands pointed to Husker. He slid up to the bar. “Hey!”

“Go fuck yourself,” said Husker.

“Only if you watch me,” flirted Angel.

“I never got a chance to try alcohol,” said (Y/N), considering the bar.

“Absolutely not,” said Vaggie, and (Y/N)’s roses wilted.

“Oh my gosh!” Charlie ran up to Husker. “Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You’re going to love it here!”

“I lost the ability to love years ago,” said Husker.

“So, what do you think?” said Alastor, grinning.

“This is amazing!” said Charlie.

“It’s…okay,” said Vaggie.

“I like it!” said (Y/N). “Most fun I saw even during my life!”

“This is going to be very entertaining!” said Alastor, drawing them and Charlie into a hug. Then, music began, and a top hat appeared on his head.

(Alastor) “You have a dream, You wish to tell!”

Alastor began to sing, and Charlie and (Y/N)’s outfits became 1920s-themed.

(Alastor) “And it’s just laughable!” “But hey kid, what the hell?”

He tossed Charlie up and began to dance alongside her.

(Alastor) “’Cause you’re one of a kind, A charming demon belle, Now let’s give these burning fools, A place to dwell!”

He snapped his fingers, and everyone else got their themed outfits. Shadow demons popped up and began playing swing music. (Y/N) began tapping their feet and spun alongside the demons, even if the others weren’t dancing along. They had never gotten this sort of fun or energy when they were alive, so why not enjoy themself now?

(Alastor) “Inside of every demon is a lost cause! But we’ll dress them up for now with just a smile!” (Shadows) “Wicked smile!” (Alastor) “And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool, With some old redemption flair, And show these simpletons, Some proper class and style!” (Shadows) “Class and style!”

Alastor spun Charlie around, and she grinned excitedly despite his rude lyrics.

(Alastor) “Oh, here below the ground, I’m sure your plan is sound, They’ll spend a little time at the Hazbin Ho—”

Boom!

His singing was cut off as the wall behind him exploded, and the debris slammed into Niffty, sending her flying.

Everyone’s outfits returned, and they all peeked outside. A giant flying machine of black and yellow was floating above them, and a window in it opened to reveal a snake demon.

“Well, well, well!” he said. “Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!”

“Do I know you?” asked Alastor, grinning.

The snake’s smile dropped, but (Y/N) and Angel snickered.

“Oh, yes you do!” declared the snake, retreating to drive his machine. “And this time, I have the element of surprise!” A giant gun moved into position and ignited. “Ahaha! I’m so evil!”

Alastor snapped his fingers, and a giant portal of shadows appeared beneath the machine. They grabbed the gun and tossed it out of existence before piercing the ship itself. Shadows took over the entire ship while Alastor grinned and runes appeared around him. He closed his fist, and the shadows condensed. They smashed the ship, and he was left with an evil grin and a red glow.

Everyone’s eyes went to Alastor, slightly scared.

Alastor snapped back to his usual self. “Well, I’m starved! Who wants some jambalaya? My mother once showed me the most wonderful recipe for jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her! Hahaha! You could say the kick was right out of hell! Ohoho, I’m on a roll! Yes, sir, this is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set!”

(Y/N) watched him go. Oh, yeah, they wanted that type of power.

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ador3him · 3 months ago

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OMGGG, headcanons of the Dream team dating the highest paid super model ?? sfw and nsfw😭.

Also can i be 👻 anon?

pairing: dream team x supermodel!streamer

requested? Yes! By 👻 anon !

authors note: welcome 👻 anon!! I have never written smut before so BARE WITH ME (I cannot write smut omg it's so bad)

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DREAM

-he would be so supportive, but very secretive of your relationship

-only people in his personal life would know.

-but if someone ever mentioned you in his chat or comments he'd go silent.

-maybe it was a random comment on how you guys would be cute together or maybe it was an accusation because you guys were seen together.

-hed eventually tell his fans but be very strict about everything, telling his fans not to bombard her because your career was very important and he didn't want you getting hate.

-he would also never let you pay for anything, he'd buy dinners, flowers, chocolates, lingerie.

NSFW!!

-as a supermodel you were on the taller side and he was obsessed.

-hed be drooling and hard at the look of you in a dress with your long, smooth legs the centre of attention from your skimpy yet classy outfit.

-hed love to watch your runway shows on tv with one hand around his aching cock and his eyes glued to the screen.

-sometimes he'd fuck you before a shoot, burying his cum in your pussy and make you go to the shoot with his cum dripping from you.

SAPNAP

-to be honest he probably found you on Instagram and he cheesily slid into your DMs.

-he would def flaunt your relationship online with his Instagram and Twitter being a yn fan page.

-hed also promotes your runway shows and any magazines you're in like it's his job

"Chat look at my gorgeous, rich, sexy girlfriend. Stay mad,"

NSFW!!!

-cowgirl is def his fav, seeing you- a strong, feminine lady fall apart around his cock, whining about being tired and being forced to continue.

-because your rich he begged you to have sex in a pile of cash, yes it is kinda dirty but it made him groan at the look of you naked in all your money soaking wet for him.

GEORGE

-he probably ran into you at a store, he needed some food for the house and he wanted to find something healthy after the couple weeks of junk food, you guys reached for the same bag of apples.

-he first noticed your well manicured hands- a light blue.

-hes normally outgoing personality when he looked to you.

"I am so sorry- oh my god, you're yn?"

-he recognised you from a website he was on looking for clothes, he cyberstalked you afterwards.

"wow,"

-suprisingly he's very complimentary, showering you in praise. Peppering you in kisses.

-he sits front row in your runway shows and comes with you to photoshoots..

-at runway shows he has a poster with your face on it and screams out when you come down. (Yes he gets kicked out sometimes).

NSFW

-when he comes with you to photoshoots he likes to fuck you in your dressing room.

-he slids his hand around your throat, choking you to stifle any moans.

-he lifts you of the ground against the dressing room wall, your legs wrapped around his bare waist and heels digging into his back.

-his free hand holds your ass squeezing it when you make a peep.

-he also would love to cum in your panties and make you wear them.

"be a good girl and wear them, wanna see your reaction to my cum dripping down you, sweetheart,"

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bubblesxo · 7 months ago

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i dont know if you will see this but i am a big fan of your g!bruce meets the batfam!!!! I literally have tumblr just for this series (and now that I’ve tried it im beginning to love it ngl) . Annyywaayy ive just read the new chapter and it’s so good!?? Like i am really excited for the next chapter!!!

Oh and I haven’t watched gotham ( im planning too ) but i sometimes mix the twins????? Like your explanations are good dont get me wrong but yk when your reading and you need to check which ones which? Yeah … and like i want to fix that idk how .do i just like memorize the twins personalitys??

also in this au is theres 2 jokers??????? I saw you once mention Jerome(?) being revived or something

ps .im that great at English sorry .

oh wow wow wow thank you so so much!! i'm really glad that you're enjoying my story so much! it really means a lot to me. <33 i think your english is good! but if you need/want me to clarify anything i say here, just let me know and i'll try to rephrase it for you!

okay, so in the Gotham tv show (this has spoilers for all 5 seasons, so read on if you're okay with that) the way that they approached writing the joker was actually really up in the air in the beginning. this is because they didn't have the rights to use the name "joker," and so fox (the company that made the show) planned on making a bunch of smaller characters in the show as a kind of easter egg as people who could be the joker or who resemble him in some way.

this changed when cameron monaghan (the actor for both jerome and jeremiah) guest starred in s1e16 "the blind fortune teller." in it, the character of jerome is introduced as a 17/18 year old boy who travels with the circus with his mother, who is a snake dancer. he is meant to be one of the aforementioned joker-like characters in the show and wasn't actually supposed to be included again after that episode, if i am not mistaken.

however, the viewers LOVED his performance and jerome came back in season two as a member of the maniax, a group of arkham inmates who were broken out of the asylum. i won't go too into detail about the actual plot, but in seasons two, three, and four, jerome shows up in at least a few different episodes with very memorable storylines each time.

it isn't until season four of the show that jeremiah is even revealed at all! jeremiah and jerome are identical twin brothers, however, jeremiah has been in hiding for years under the fake name "xander wilde" in an attempt to escape jerome, who wants to get revenge on him for lying to their mother about what he (jerome) did when they were children. basically, jeremiah lied to their mother (lila, who jerome is revealed to have killed in 1x16) that jerome tried to kill him, causing jeremiah to be sent away and be adopted by rich people and get to go to a well-funded private school where he could live out his best life as a child prodigy (which was jeremiah's end goal to this), whereas jerome was left behind in the circus that they lived at (haly's circus, the same one that dick grayson later was raised in before being adopted by bruce). during this time, jerome was horrifically abused by his mother, his uncle, and his mother's many romantic partners. this eventually caused him to crack, which creates the character we see in the show.

here's an easy way to remember the difference in their personalities:

in the standard american deck of cards, there are two jokers: one that is black and white and one that is in color. in this analogy, jeremiah is the black and white joker and jerome is the one in color.

this is jerome:

he's got a *very* boisterous personality. he's outgoing and charismatic and, of course, severely messed up in the head. he *enjoys* the pain he causes people and does it with little to no reservations. he thinks things through less thoroughly than jeremiah but jerome always has a plan and is actually quite smart. i couldn't do him the disservice of calling him the dumb twin, despite some points about jeremiah that i'll get back to later.

anyway, jerome has a grand plan for all of gotham: he believes that, fundamentally, everyone in the world is like him and is also at least a bit crazy inside. he wants everyone to tap into their inner selves and let themselves run free / go crazy. he successfully ensnares huge hoards of gothamites with his persuasive way of speaking and interesting flare to his words. he amasses a large cult following, all of whom are very similar to him in the sense that they all demonstrate similar signs of instability.

here's some more gifs of him.

jerome kind of invented the iconic "HAHAHA" signature joker laugh in the gotham universe, even though he isn't the one who goes on to become "mr. j" (gotham's version of the joker) in the end (that's jeremiah, though i have a lot to say about that).

jerome's always smiling, a genuinely creepy smile that throws people off at first but can be really scary once you know what you're looking at. he single handedly turns gotham into a madhouse on multiple occasions and is the one who basically spread the "crazy" to the general population (for short: genpop).

he's a classic cult leader in the sense that he can mesmerize a whole room with his magnetic presence but also will ruthlessly cut down any of his followers if they so much as upset him (or even if they're just being annoying or could have a greater purpose, like when he stabbed a follower in the gut to take their blood to draw a frowney-face on bruce).

that reminds me, another important thing to know about jerome is that he has an iconic stapled-on face! this is because he died once (in season two, though he came back to life for season three onwards) and one of his followers tried to revive him using some insider medical knowledge from doctor hugo strange (who is just... a whole thing. ew.). he thinks that he failed at doing this and steals jerome's face so that he can wear it on television in an attempt to control jerome's followers (spoiler: this doesn't work).

however, it turns out that jerome *was* revived from this, and he's pretty upset that some dude stole his face! so he uses a staple gun to re-attach it after he gets it back (and kills the guy who did it). his face is later punched off by jim gordon but reattached more properly during his time at arkham afterward (the carnival scene happened in season 3 and jerome came back with a kind-of healed face in season 4).

here's some gifs with jerome's messed up face!

jerome is the colorful joker because he's very much expressive. he lets out every single emotion he feels---unless he's trying to deceive someone, at which point he is a phenomenal liar. (in season 1 when we are first introduced to him, he almost successfully gets away with the murder of his own mother.)

jerome is funny and laughs a lot and is *loud.* he's also absolutely insane and incredibly cruel, as well as impulsive, but he's able to curb his instincts if he feels like he can pull off a big plan.

jerome is a showman by nature. he's a product of the circus and it *shows.* everything he does is like an act, something that is acknowledged by many people in the show.

he's a funky lil dude. totally crazy, but kind of adorable at times.

he's also SEVERELY traumatized from his horrible past and has huge trust issues.

so, yeah. jerome is colors! remember that.

unfortunately, pookie died in season 4 and doesn't seem to have been revived this time </3

now, onto his twin brother jeremiah!

jeremiah is, at least at first, presented to be the complete opposite of jerome. he's calm, collected, and seemingly sane---at least at first. bruce trusts him at first and he even befriends him for a period of time before jeremiah betrays him.

jeremiah is a genius engineer, and, when looking into his past, we can assume that he was a child prodigy. he worked with thomas wayne before he died and designed the wayne plaza building under the aforementioned alias "xander wilde." he also locked himself in an underground maze for ~6 years (i believe?) and never went outside, instead sending his proxy (ecco) out to act in his place during business transactions.

as seen here, jeremiah seems to be the complete opposite of showboat jerome:

when we first meet jeremiah, we are told that he is totally sane, but we can later see that this is not the complete truth.

i'll use jeremiah's project as a metaphor for this. jeremiah was building a set of generators which could make energy harvesting and usage much less expensive and much more bio-friendly (if i remember correctly). bruce promised to fund his project and jeremiah accepts his offer quickly.

after jerome dies in season 4 after kidnapping bruce and jeremiah, he left behind a concoction of chemicals that seemingly make jeremiah go insane. this is a play on joker toxin / joker venom from the greater dc universe.

however, after jeremiah reveals his new self

he says that the spray did not actually change who he actually is, but just gave him an altered appearance. there are a lot of fan theories about this, but the general consensus is that the spray likely lowered his inhibitions, which gave him the kick needed to reveal his true self.

even his complexion resembles the joker he corresponds with: black and white. he is the black and white joker because he isn't as expressive, is way more calculated, and is more cruel and less happy. even his skin is paper white.

here's some gifs of what he looks like after those "slight cosmetic changes" :

that looks a lot more like the joker we know and love today, right? bleach-pale skin, red painted lips, green hair. he's instantly recognizable as the stereotypical joker now.

remember when i mentioned the generators? let's go back to them. the entire time that the generators have been around, they've also been perfectly functional as powerful bombs. their ability to be used as bombs does not undermine the fact that they can also be used as generators, and both of these things were true at the same time *for the entire time they have existed.*

it is in this way that jeremiah's paradoxical nature has always existed. jeremiah is crafty, cunning, and absolutely vicious. he has no care or concern for human life in general and will sacrifice most people in his life if it means that he will get what he wants in the end.

this is shown both before and after the joker toxin in how he lied about jerome when they were children (which caused jerome to be heavily abused) and in how jeremiah willingly killed one of his most devoted and beloved followers, who was being ransomed, just because someone put him on hold and it was personally easier for him to just kill him than sit on hold on the phone for a while. (he also has a vicious streak, though, because he immediately moved the demolition of the bombs up to immediately once he was out of the blast zone because those people inconvenienced him.)

something that's important to realize about jeremiah is that he has an issue with being called crazy. jerome does, too, but he eventually comes to accept the term, almost like he's reclaiming it, but jeremiah is *violently* against it. that's one of the things that set him off in the previously mentioned interaction.

both jeremiah and jerome are obsessed with bruce, though in different ways. jeremiah sees bruce first as his best friend and later as the "brother [he] could never have, that jerome could never be." jerome just sees bruce as a particularly entertaining and interesting kid who he enjoyed tormenting who he would eventually kill.

anyway, despite jeremiah being crazy (or, depending on who you ask, just less inhibited) he is still crazy smart and calculating. he thinks through everything before he does it and his master plans seem like they go on forever with 10000 parts to them and backups and contingencies galore.

the only time that jeremiah ever really seems to break out of this is when he's fighting with bruce. while he still does have a greater point to make or something he's trying to accomplish, he thinks through things less with him and shows his impulsive and rash side a bit more, which is interesting because jerome showed his thoughtful and contemplative side when faced with the obstacle that is bruce thomas wayne. i love parallels and contrasts, especially in these two characters! i just love writing about twins, they're always so interesting.

some important things about their relationship to one another:

even though jerome kidnapped jeremiah and seemingly strapped a bomb to his neck (after breaking into his house and telling him that he would kill him), jerome doesn't seem to actually want jeremiah to die. instead, as we later find out, he wants jeremiah to unleash his true self and carry on his legacy of chaos and cruelty in gotham for him after his death. this is why he left behind the laughing gas for him.

(the fact that jerome thought to do all of that shows that he really was a smart character and that he truly did understand the world around him well. he knew exactly what would happen in the event of his death, i.e. bruce offering to fund jeremiah's work and jeremiah accepting, as is shown when jerome has the joker venom in a present box which claims to be sent from wayne enterprises.)

jeremiah *hates* to be compared to jerome in any way, as he thinks of himself as "the face of true sanity." he actually has an entire notebook full of jerome's ideas, which he says he will outdo and perfect, thus defeating his brother in the end, which i don't know if i agree with, but whatever.

i think that it's because of the reputation that jerome got at the circus. jeremiah wanted people to think of him as better than jerome and as the perfect child, which he succeeded at. to him, jerome is synonymous with crazy, which i've already mentioned that he hates to be called.

okay, just one more part to talk about. the infamous, much anticipated Mr. J!!!

in the series finale, it is revealed that jeremiah, after falling into a vat of acid, is horribly disfigured and pretends to be in a vegetative state for the whole ten years that bruce is on his quest to improve himself before becoming batman. he does this as a way of waiting for bruce to come back to gotham so he can continue to be obsessed with him.

however, though this is jeremiah, it seems that he has actually gone through immense mental trauma sometime during this time (perhaps during his fall into a vat of chemicals), which has caused him to sort of lose his sense of self. he once says that there was "another me" [another him] once, which is, of course, referring to jerome. this implies that jeremiah sees jerome as an extension of himself, almost, and almost makes it seem as if mr. j is a whole different entity of his own.

hopefully this clears everything up a bit for you!! let me know if you have any questions or want to know anything specific about the characters and i will be glad to oblige!

thank you once again for being so kind as to leave this ask!! it really made my day. thank you for enjoying my fic, i hope it continues to live up to expectations. i have a lot of fun things planned (and i am very happy that you decided to look into these characters more, because they are actually extremely important to the plot as we get more into the actual story!). <33

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asgardianangel · 2 years ago

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Cherry Pie - (Saul Goodman X fem!Reader smut)

Summary: After spending a night with an older man you escaped hoping you would never see him again, but there's something about you that's left him begging for more

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (fem receiving), kinda obsessed! Saul, bad language, age gap, one night stand, unsure reader

One-night stands were unusual...at least for you.

It was so unexpected as you opened your eyes to find a man old enough to be your father sleeping next to you. At least that’s what you could tell as you hid in the sheets. What the fuck happened last night? You wondered head pounded and naked like the you were born. You looked around the room in shock assuming you spent the night in some expensive mansion like home just from the décor (you couldn’t deny how tacky the leopard print bed covers were though).

Life just couldn’t get any weirder. Carefully you made your move to slide out the covers but froze as the man shifted in his sleep. He still had his back turned from you as you slowly got up from the bed.

Your clothes were strewn across the floor you tip toed softly retrieving your dress and jacket from the night before. “shit” you cussed realising you were missing your underwear. You looked everywhere even crouching to search under the man’s bed.

All you wanted to do was leave and forget about it, so you did. Even how embarrassing it was. You silently left the bedroom and retreated downstairs trying the front door first. Locked. Of course.

You were in a rush to find an unlocked door even a window as you heard footsteps coming from upstairs. Finally, you found a backdoor unlocked leading to the pool. “Okay okay I can just walk around and leave” you murmured to yourself.

“Sweetheart?” you heard the man call. Panicking you escaped out the home and never looked back

A few days passed since that stressful morning it was totally out of character for you to hook up with anybody (especially an older man). All you remember was being at the local bar contemplating life and the relationship you had before.

You managed to push those things beside and set your mind on working at the idyllic bakery. Adoring the job so much and got to know some of the nice people in Alburquerque.

“Are the macarons done?” you asked your co-worker Lisa who was writing prices on the chalkboard.

“Almost. What’s been going on with you recently?” she questioned with concern. You looked down at the notes of customer orders thinking of what to say.

Like hey I may have hooked up with some random guy old enough to be my father you shake your head

“Umm I just have a lot on my mind” At least it was a bit of the truth.

Lisa taps you on the shoulder and you look at her “don’t tell me you got laid” she giggles. Shaking your head again you almost stutter “n-no I didn’t” you lie.

“Soo who is he?” she asks looking past the lie your mind was in such of a fumble “I don’t know” you simply say.

“Oh, c’mon he must have given you something other than you know what” she replies, and you sigh putting down your pen.

“The only thing he gave me was this massive hickey” you say unbuttoning your shirt showing her your neck.

“Wow the dude must think he has a possession over you because that’s one hell of a love bite” she gasps touching it

“I have loads I freaked out when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror when I got home” you explain, and Lisa wanted fire more question about the ‘mystery man’ all in time for customers to enter.

It was a quiet night and the perfect time to relax.

Getting cosy with pyjamas and cracking open a bottle wine you lay on your couch watching some trashy tv when all the sudden you heard a familiar voice.

“Hi, I’m Saul Goodman did you know you have rights?” you stare at the TV in utter shock. His voice echoed in your head ‘Sweetheart? Sweetheart?’

He was the man next to you. The man you hooked up with that night!

Switching the TV off you headed straight to bed. Saul, you had come to know stuck with you. His brown hair his bright blue eyes. How were you possibly going to get asleep now?

It was morning at the bakery like usual and you greeted customers with a smile preparing their orders. Almost in your own world. Until a voice made you freeze “hello sweetheart” the greeting almost made you drop a pastry to the floor

You looked at the man standing in front of you his deep blue eyes gleaming at you. “Hello, Sir, what can I get you?” you asked trying to put that brave professional face on.

Did he come here on purpose?

Saul licked his lips looking at what you had to offer “I’ll take a slice of that delicious cherry pie of yours please” he replied smoothly.

Like he was meaning something else

“Coming right up” you say and kneeled to the pies on display. You were such an awkward person in general but being in Saul’s presence made it worse. Carefully bagging the slice up, read out the price and he pulled out his wallet. “Keep the change sweetheart” he told you handing a twenty-dollar bill.

“Thank you, Sir,” reply politely and Saul sends you a wink “my pleasure Y/n” and with that he leaves allowing you to take a breather.

Am I attracted to him? you mentally ask yourself feeling the heat on your cheeks. You can’t be. Can you? He was certainly charming.

“What was all that about?” Lisa suddenly asked you turn to her “does he look familiar to you?” you ask her and Lisa smiles “of course he’s Saul Goodman the lawyer guy everybody knows him never actually seen him come in here though” she mused at the end.

Strange but you carried on your day.

Locking up the bakery you couldn’t wait to get home. But your mind was on Saul Goodman. As you turned to leave you heard his voice again “hello again sweetheart heading home?” he asked. You looked at him nervously “yeah I have things to do” you simply reply and started walking. Hoping to get rid of him.

But he stood in your way “your awfully quiet, aren’t you? You weren’t last time” Saul mused like he was remembering it. “What do you want from me?” you sternly asked, and Saul just smiles “how about a date?” he charmingly asks back.

You scoff lightly “sorry I’m not interested” and Saul chuckles “C’mon sweetheart I want to take care of you” what have you gotten yourself into?

“Look Mr Goodman-” you start but he interrupts “please call me Saul” he encourages.

“Listen Saul-” he interrupts again, and you sigh “see sounds so sexy when you say it” he purrs getting close to you.

Saul looks like he wants to eat you alive, but you remain cool “listen Saul I’m sure your great guy but I’m not interested in dating anyone at this moment. I’ve sort of had a bad breakup” you explain to him.

“I know sweetheart and don’t worry he would soon get what’s coming to him” he sternly promises leaving you confused. “What do you mean by that?” you questioned

Saul exhales softly and runs his hand up your arm to your neck uncovering your hickey by moving the collar of your shirt “beautiful” he compliments stroking his imprint.

“I’ll see you around sweet face”

The next day you drifted into thought about a certain someone as Lisa did her usual chit chat.

“Oh yeah Saul Goodman wants a delivery to his office” The mention of his name made you snap out of it. “What? Since when we did deliveries?” You asked confused.

Lisa clicks her pen “I wanted to do something nice for him since he got my cousin off that drug charge” she explains. Sighing you look around thinking of him and how the hell you ended up in bed with him that night. “He asked for you to do the delivery” Lisa spoke raising her brow.

Please don’t piece together the puzzle Lisa please.

You carefully grasped the pastry box in your hand and made your way to his office. His secretary looked bored as she scribbled away on her paperwork you faked a cough to get her attention but soon a door swinged open. Saul stood there with a delighted smile fixing up his orange tie.

“There she is! I’m absolutely starved sweetheart” his voice smoothly spoke you looked down at the carpet awkwardly. Let's get this over and done with. You walked over to hand him the box, but he beckoned you in his office in an instant “c’mon don’t be shy” he chuckled.

Stepping inside Saul takes the box out of your hand “you're an angel” he complimented placing it on his desk. Blushing a little you glanced around his office seeing books of law and written passages on wall behind his oak desk.

There was a moment of silence as Saul leaned on his desk by the look in his eyes, he was admiring you. “I-I better get back to the bakery” you blurt out upon noticing.

“Do you remember anything of the night we shared?”

An audible gasp almost escaped your lips he waited patiently for your response “not really” you quietly answered.

“We were very drunk but there was something about you that had more lasting effect on me then the drinking” Saul chuckled.

You couldn’t deny the curiosity withheld “what do you mean?” you asked. Saul pushes himself from the desk and steps towards you his hands held your face, and you gazed up at him “I want to take care of you. You cried so hard on my shoulder at the bar about how your asshole of a boyfriend cheated on you. He doesn’t deserve someone as precious as you” His thumb caressed your bottom lip.

“We spent the entire night together...I showed you what it's like to be touched by a man that truly cares about you” Each word he spoke was oozing with affection and you were still so unsure on what was happening as his hands moved from your heated face to your equally heated body.

“You tasted better than any freshly baked pie” His lips whispered in your ear as he kissed the nape of your neck. Quivering as he came in contact with the love bite (that still hasn’t faded away). Moaning as his other hand glided down to your thighs and up playing with the hem of your dress.

Memories then blossomed in your mind the way he lay you into bed and kissed you so fiery. Gasping like it was your first time as he delved between your shaking thighs and ate you like a man starved.

“I want you sweetheart...oh god I want you” he groaned in begging at your ear. No one had never made you feel like this and all you wanted to do was kiss the older man. You looked at Saul with pure lust and took your chance after he stopped sucking on your neck like a vampire.

Passion was alighted and he pulled you over to his desk with such domination. Saul lifted your body and your legs wrapped around his waist as you lay down on the wood Saul pushed his paperwork off the desk with the swipe of his arm. “Please...please” you gently whispered.

“don’t worry beautiful I have all the time in the world when it comes to you” He softly told you caressing your hair. Hands met your thighs once again and this time he separated them apart with ease. Smirking at your submission Saul then lowed his head down as his fingers grasped your panties pulling them down.

A chuckle erupts “you always get so wet sweet face. Is it just for me?” He shamelessly asked you gazed down at him blushing and shyly nodded.

“Are you going moan again for me angel?” Saul questioned as one of his long fingers met your heat. Starting off slowly he rubbed up on and down admiring how aroused you were for him. Sliding up his finger met your bundle of nerves, and he carefully caressed it in circles. Watching like a hawk as you moaned so innocently your expressions becoming that desperate.

This wasn’t like you at all lying on the older man’s desk as he played between your legs gathering up the wetness you couldn’t control. Then he suddenly pushed his finger inside you “there you go sweetheart let me in” he spoke with a hint of praise.

Your core ached as he would keep his finger inside you for a bit and then pull it out slowly “p-please Saul” whimpering his name and his lips curved up in a smirk “you are such a good girl beautiful” you were starting to become obsessed with the nicknames he gave you.

His lips started to peck your inner thigh leading to your pussy and then he licked so gently while his finger was buried deep. Slurping as he made a feast out of your quivering bud. Your legs shaked but he held you in place making you experience what he was doing to you.

You felt like a desperate slut moaning his name over and over but each time you did he would lick and sucked so intensely on your bud working his finger into you. Then he would replace it with his tongue. The knot in your tummy was forming and you quickly reached for his brown hair tugging it.

Saul whispered and groaned into your pussy as submitted to his pleasuring act more and more. “You taste soo good doll so good” he groaned.

Your body couldn’t take anymore this man was obsessed with pleasuring you even at his place of work. Your pussy ached and convulsed around him.

“I-I’m going-” you felt that familiar sensation ready to explode your legs shook. “Cum for me sweet girl just cum for me!” Saul encouraged slurping his blue eyes watching you. His words added to that orgasm you so desperately chased...and finally caught

Wetness escaped and ran down your thighs as your intense moaning rang louder in his heated office. Saul licked up all he could he didn’t care one bit of how loud you were.

He pulled away licking his lips at you with another smirk his eyes hazed in lust. You tried move but you were too exhausted and oversensitive to do so.

“Best pie I’ve ever tasted sweetheart”

You would have never noticed a certain file on his office floor the one that had your ex-boyfriend’s name written on the very top...

I'm back! Had a lot of personal problems going on but I wanna make it up to you with some good old Saul smut :)

#saul goodman x reader #better call saul fanfic #smut

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drlawrencegordonmd · 1 month ago

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One year SAWnniversary

One year ago today, I watched Saw for the first time. One year ago today my life changed forever.

There was a time in my life when I'd never EVER thought about checking out the Saw movies. I'd seen bits of trailers over the years and I swear I caught one of the movies on TV once, but it just never seemed like it was something I'd be interested in, so I never looked into it. I just moved on and never really thought about it until the Saw franchise would end up crossing my path again, so to speak, and the cycle would just repeat itself. I'd briefly acknowledge, 'oh yeah, that's a thing', and move on, never thinking about it beyond that.

But all that changed last year, around the time Saw X came out. I remember seeing trailers and TV spots for the movie and thinking, 'They're making another one, wow, how many is that now?'. I vaguely recall seeing trailers here and there over the years every time a new Saw movie came out, but like I said, it never seemed like something I'd be interested in, so I never gave it much thought.

Saw X, however, changed all that. By then I was curious, especially once I found out X was the tenth movie in the series, I can still recall the surprise I felt. Like, wow, I knew there were a bunch of Saw movies, but TEN?? That got me curious. For a franchise to go on this long, with that many movies in the series, there had to be something that kept people coming back, right?

So I decided, one year ago today, to watch the first Saw movie and see what all the fuss was about, to see if the hype was warrented.

That was a day that changed my life forever.

It might sound dramatic and even crazy to say that I fell in love with Saw, but I honestly can't think of another way to describe what that first viewing in particular made me feel. I just...fell in love. Not in a romantic way, of course, that WOULD be crazy. But I genuinely can't recall another time in my life when I felt such a deep emotional connection to a movie. And I'm a person who forges emotional connections with media pretty dang easily. Whether it be a TV show or movie as a whole or a particular character or two, I almost always feel an emotional connection in some way to whatever piece of media that currently has my attention.

But with Saw, it just felt different, deeper somehow. For reasons I still can't quite pinpoint to this day, the connection I felt to the first movie just hit different, in a way that nothing else has before or since. I quickly came to love the franchise as a whole with the first viewing of each sequel, I got more and more hooked with each one I watched, but it's the first movie that I have the deepest connection to and I think I always will.

I will forever remember the feeling of sitting right here at my desk as the final scenes played out, the best plot twist I've ever seen in my life happening before my eyes for the very first time. I will never forget my feelings in that moment.

And now here we are one year later and it feels like a whirlwind, the fact that it's already been one year since Saw came into my life.

The fact that I wasn't into the franchise for a whole month before I made this blog says something too. My favorite TV show of all time is The A-Team, it's the only other piece of media I can think of that I have a SUPER strong connection with, it's probably the only one that's even CLOSE to rivaling what I feel for Saw. I've loved that show for over 10 years. But do I have an entire blog dedicated to it? No, no I do not.

I started a blog dedicated to the Saw movies not even a month after getting into the fandom, but I don't have a blog dedicated to a show I've loved for the past 14 years. That's amazing to me. That alone shows me that the connection I have with Saw is different, beyond any connection I've felt with any other media I've ever been into in all my life.

Why that is I'm not sure. Saw is just special, it's become very important to me and I'm so glad I was able to make this blog dedicated to such a big part of my life.

I will forever be thankful that I decided to give Saw a chance, I wouldn't be writing this post right now, this blog wouldn't even exist if I hadn't decided one year ago today to make what turned out to be one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life.

So I guess I'll end this by saying that Saw will forever be super important to me and I will treasure my connection to this movie for the rest of my life.

#Julia's thoughts #Saw #Saw 2004 #SAWnniversary

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pop-pop-pop-popculture · 8 months ago

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I finished watching Quiet on the Set: The Dark Side of Kids TV around 12:30 AM, and I am absolutely speechless and mortified. The amount of sexual innuendo these minors were scripted to do under Dan Schneider's orders is beyond disgusting! Example: Ariana [Grande] was trying to squeeze a potato, which clearly looked sexual, and then lied upside down on a bed pouring water on herself while squealing and moaning. “Mmm, I’m thirsty!”, she said in a youthful yet slightly seductive tone. Another example: Jamie [Lynn Spears] had goo-like substance accidentally squirted on her face by her costar Alexa Nikolas (who's character, by the way, was heavily sexualized alongside Jamie and her character). Given how disgusting of a man Dan was, the substance intentionally looked like c*m. It was supposed to be a comical moment, but Spears clearly looked uncomfortable. Some other points:

The unsetting things the cast members from All That were put through, such as Bryan Hearne. He portrayed a rapper named Lil' Fetus. That alone is just racist. The costume and position he was forced to wear and be in... WOW. I have no words.

I vividly remember the kid version of 'Fear Factor' on Nickelodeon, but I never really watched it. Seeing some of the dares the kids had to do, such as put a live scorpion in your mouth or get peanut butter licked off your bare body by dogs, looked absolutely terrifying and, for some, traumatizing.

Drake [Bell]. WOW. Everything Brian [Peck] did to him at age 15...

"I was sleeping on the couch where I would usually sleep and I woke up to him, I opened my eyes, I woke up and he was sexually assaulting me, and I froze and in complete shock and had no idea what to do or how to react, and I had no idea how to get out of the situation. What? Am I going to call my mom and be like, ‘Hey, this just happened. Can you come pick me up? I’ll just sit here and wait.’ I had no car, I didn’t drive. I was 15 at this time."

There were 41 people that wrote their letter of support to Brian.

"His entire side of the courtroom was full. FULL. There were definitely some recognizable faces on that side of the room, and my side was, uh, me, my mom, and my brother. Brian had been convicted, but getting all this support from a lot of people in the industry and... yeah ... I was pretty shocked. My mom got up, she had a statement. I wasn't going to address Brian. There was no... no reason to.”

Brian pleaded no contest for two charges of child sexual abuse: "lewd or lascivious act" and "oral copulation" to a child under 16 years-old. 'No contest', man, seriously????

He literally only got sentenced 16 months in prison and had to register himself as a sex offender. That's it. What the fuck?! Oh, yeah, and then he ended up working on the Disney Channel show The Suite Life of Zack & Cody some time after his sentence was up. Again, what the actual fuck?!

A few of the petitioners that were stated are James Marsden (not Prince Edward from Enchanted!), Taran Killam (I only know him from SNL, but this still stunned me!), Alan Thicke, Thomas DeSanto, Ron Melendez, Rider Strong, and Will Friedle.

The amount of sexual references is ridiculous and, now, as an adult, uncomfortable to watch. I can't believe all of those [sexual references] went over my head as a kid! Dan said he knew kids watching these actions would find them funny, so that's why he made these minors do them.

The entire incident involving 12-year-old Brandi and former production assistant Jason Handy. Her mother, who was a legal assistant for Hollywood, said she didn't know if she should call the police or not after he emailed 12-year-old Brandi a nude picture (who, by the way, immediately ran to her room while screaming and then crying). She decided to not call the police because she didn't want to be seen as a "bad parent".

(previous bullet point continued) That is your DAUGHTER. I hope Brandi doesn't talk to her mother to this day.

Jason literally had a journal where he wrote about his feelings towards children, especially little girls. He admitted (in writing) that he wanted to go as far as to “r*pe” little girls too…

Penelope Taynt. I loved this character, and The Amanda Show! Please go research what a "taint" is...

Don't get me started on Amanda Bynes and everything that happened to her and her career, and what all happened between her and Dan. He got way too close to her...!

There's a lot more, but I'll end the bullet points here. I recommend watching this horrifying documentary. Dan was a misogynist, racist, egoistical, and disgusting man who had too much power. The more famous he became, the more powerful and rude he was to the cast (most all of who were minors) and crew.

🌷 March 20, 2024 🌷

#text #personal #2024 #pop culture #quiet on the set #quiet on set: the dark side of kids tv #hbo max #nickelodeon

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harlowtales · 1 year ago

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Jack makes your husband an offer he can’t refuse to have you for a night and a day💋

**Indecent Proposal Concept by Request**

It’s long so thank you for reading to the end and I’m not editing it so apologies in advance for typos 🙏🏾

18+ only ⚠️ Smut, Language, Adult Themes ⚠️ References to Addiction and Physical Abuse ⚠️

“Wow you look beautiful hunny.” Your husband Brad said as he twirled you around. You weren’t missing a beat in your clingy red dress and sparkling heels and jewelry. Knock out was an understatement, but you had to go all out. This was a special trip. You know your husband really was struggling to take you on a cruise but he promised it would be the time of your lives. Things had not been great the last few years and you were just getting that spark back for each other.

“After you princess.” He said as you left your cabin for the big ballroom on the ship. One of your favourite artists Jack Harlow was playing tonight with a full band and you were so excited. “Now hunny you know how you love Jack so behave tonight” your husband cautioned.

“Oh hunny Jack is sexy and all but look what I got tonight on my arm” you said looking at him lovingly. “By the way hunny, how did you afford this trip?” You had to know.

Brad shifted uncomfortably but eventually answered “Please don’t worry about that babes. Just enjoy every minute.”

You were a bit concerned due to Brad’s past issues with gambling that had almost torn you apart. You hoped it wasn’t something sketchy that enabled him to take you on such a lavish cruise.

The piano was softly playing as people filed in for the show later on in the evening. Jack was off to the side in his VIP area socializing. You immediately caught his eye when you elegantly crossed the dance floor to get to the balcony and catch the evening Caribbean breeze. Your husband hit the casino tables for a bit promising he wouldn’t go crazy. He had really cleaned up his act lately and you believed in him. You caught one of the free glasses of champagne being offered by the waiter walking by and stepped outside. Jack not seeing you with anyone was hot on your trail.

“It’s a nice breeze.” You heard a husky southern accent say behind you. You froze. It couldn’t be….

You slowly half turned and felt butterflies in your stomach. It WAS. It was Jack Harlow…talking directly to you. “Jack…wow nice to meet you. I can’t wait for the show!” You gushed but kept it classy as he took your hand and kissed it like a perfect gentleman. He looked amazing dressed in a black velvet designer tuxedo. His longer hair was styled more controlled than the usual wild mop of curls for the occasion. You loved it either way. He smelled incredible and his watch and diamond studded earrings gleamed in the moonlight to match his pearly white teeth and pink full lips. His crystal blue eyes danced like the jokes he always played as he introduced himself. You had never been this close to a more tall and gorgeous man in your life.

“Pleasure is all mine.” He smoothly drawled. You were just as surprised as he was that each other was alone…at the moment. “So do you always come on exotic cruises alone?” He asked raising one eyebrow as you’d seen him characteristically do many times on social media or tv.

“Umm I…” You stuttered. Shocked that he appeared to be flirting with you. “I am not alone. My husband is off at the tables for a bit before you go on.” You swallowed hard, not even aware you were speaking.

“Ah…husband.” He said looking you over subtly. You felt his eyes trail up and down your body and goosebumps formed on your bare arms. “How unfortunate.” He said with a mock sigh and a grin.

“Where’s your entourage? I’m surprised you’re alone.” You said trying desperately to change the subject. “I love Urban he’s very funny.” You giggled.

“Oh you like Urb huh?” He said quizzically

“No I like you for sure…I mean not in that way of course seeing as I’m older than you and very much married.” You said nervously smiling and fiddling with your ring on your finger.

“Yeah, about you being married…how married are you?” He asked calmly taking a sip of his non-alcoholic drink.

“Pardon?” You asked confused and starting to sweat for some reason. “Maybe it’s the champagne” you thought seeing in your nervousness you had already finished your drink. Jack motioned over to the circulating server to bring you another one.

“You heard me. How. Married. Are. You.” Jack said slowly

“Very. Just like I said.” You said defensively

“Ok, I was just checking, don’t get upset. Just judging by the way you’re turning the fuck out of your ring, I wasn’t sure if you were trying to take it off.” He smiled with dimples flashing. He was toying with you and you weren’t winning. “So if you know my bestie, you’re a real one.” He said handing you another drink.

“Oh yes, from the time an album comes out I know every word.” You blushed “Gets on hubby’s nerves.” You said taking an ambitious sip of your new drink.

“Is that something you enjoy doing?” He asked fishing for some hints with your relationship.

“Enjoy what?” You said a bit more relaxed on liquid courage

“Yuh know…does it bother your man that you’re such a big fan of mine?” He poked

“Of course it does.” You said matter of factly “He loves Taylor Swift and it annoys the fuck out of me.” You chuckled

This made Jack laugh. He was taken by you and even more surprised at himself that he was still talking to you. Normally he respected when someone was in a relationship, but any chance he had to find out more about you without your significant other around, he was taking it.

“So where are you from and what’s your name?” He asked

“My….my name?” You adorably stuttered. You had a few drinks now pretty fast and it was hitting you hard.

“Yeah you got a name or did you just hatch?” Jack giggled.

“My name is y/n, and I’m from Wisconsin.” You finally managed to say.

“Really?? Some good lil spots out that way.” Jack said whimsically not taking his eyes off you.

“Jackman” You said not realizing you called him by his full name which you often did to yourself at home as many real fans did. He loved this. “I’m not feeling great.” You said faintly. You never could hold liquor well.

“Come to my section and take a load off.” He offered kindly. “Not a big drinker I see.” As he helped you up the few steps to the area where him, his friends, and managers were. They were used to Jack disappearing to talk to girls or take meetings with other industry people. Everyone wanted something when they had an opportunity to talk to him.

After some time to relax and have water and some coffee you started to sober up a bit. It was almost time for Jack to go on and no sign of your husband. You were having a good time talking to Jack’s friends but were starting to worry. Jack was starting to think you made the whole husband thing up so men wouldn’t hit on you all the time. Suddenly your phone lit up and you went in a corner so you could hear Brad. Jack looked after you with a frown on his face. Whoever this husband was he was a damn fool he decided. Something was up between the two of you and he wanted to know what it was. He could see you were arguing and came over to make sure you were ok.

“Everything alright?” He asked concerned

“Um yeah, I think so.” You said unhappily “Brad just called, he said go ahead and enjoy the show and meet him in the casino afterwards. Once he gets at those tables it’s hard for him to pull himself away.” You said with a sadness that broke Jack’s heart.

“Hey can I give you a hug?” Jack said standing close to you now and towering over you

“Yeah….” you said starting to cry.

“Ah hey no none of that ok.” He said holding you “You’re on a cruise. Enjoy the fuck out of yourself. Ok?” He said tipping your chin up and looking into your eyes. “If you were mine, I’d know where you are at all times.” He said annoyed at your husband. He wiped your tears and sat you back down. “I have to go on. It’s only for 30 mins ok? Be right back. Stay here.” Jack said comfortingly and left to go onstage.

You appreciated all his attention but you were married and felt you should go. You said your goodbyes to his friends and made your exit.

PART 2

Brad stumbled into your room around 2AM drunk out of his mind. He barely made it to the bed, took off his shoes, loosened his tie and before his head hit the pillow he was loudly snoring. He flung an arm over you and you angrily pushed it off. Furious and not able to sleep you put on your sweats and wandered away to the deck for some fresh air. You spotted Jack at a distance talking to a few fans, laughing and taking selfies with them. He motioned over to you, excited he saw you again but you ducked back into your room. You weren’t happily married but you weren’t going to encourage some entertainer looking for a one night stand and ruin your whole life.

“What’s up bruh? You’re quiet this morning.” Copelan said to his friend who was super distracted.

“What do you when you’ve felt something you never felt before but the person is married?” Jack asked

“Ah, the lady last night.” Copelan correctly assumed “You was mad feeling her, but she’s more than taken bro.”

“She’s not being treated right. He basically stood her up last night to gamble. I don’t get it…” Jack said trailing off.

“Not your problem bro. Plus we got a week on this boat and there’s string bikinis everywhere.” Cope said ruffling his friend’s hair and cracking open a Modelo.

“Dafuq? It’s 10AM” Jack grimaced at his friend having a beer so early.

“Brad…BRAD hunny, I’m going for breakfast you coming?” You said nudging your husband. He swatted you away and shook his head no. You huffed in frustration and headed out with your bathing suit packed for after breakfast. You weren’t going back to the room for the day. Brad was hung over and that was his problem. Jack was right. You were going to have a blast and have a serious talk with your husband when you got home. He had to get help. With a lot on your mind you stood in front of the buffet not knowing what to choose.

“I hear the bacon is to die for.” Jack said in your ear making you jump and laugh.

“Jackman you scared me!” You said holding onto your plate for dear life. He made you so nervous.

“You uh took off the other night Cinderella. Where’s your prince?” Jack asked mockingly biting into a strawberry 🍓

“Prince or court jester?” You sneered

“Ouch!” Jack smiled at your displeasure in your man

“Brad has a hang over. A bad one.” You said as you scooped up some scrambled eggs and placed them aggressively on your plate.

“Easy tiger you’ll break the dish!” Jack exclaimed “Join us we’re sitting right over there.” He gestured over to his table full of people. They all smiled and waved at you, but you were in no mood for company.

“I’m sorry Jack. I know you’re trying to be nice to me but I have no business hanging out with you without my husband.” You said dutifully

“I’m not fucking trying to be nice. I’m trying to take you from your man.” He said boldly “I’ve been trying that since last night, and the I’m so dedicated to my husband shit is ridiculous. You aren’t happy. Anyone can see that.”

“And you would make me happy?” You challenged “You with your life, have room for me?” You rolled your eyes put your plate down and tried walking away but Jack stopped you.

“Listen I’ve been thinking about something and want to just see if you’re up for it.” He said still holding onto your arm. “Meet me in my room. You on that fan line?”

You nodded yes.

“Ok, text me your number on that. We have a way of seeing it. I’ll text you when to meet me. And fucking eat your breakfast.” He ordered and with that he took a wedge of toast off your plate shoved it in his mouth and went back to his table.

You took your plate out to the deck and nibbled on your food under a cabana utterly miserable. You texted Jack and within minutes he texted his room number and a link. When you opened the link it was an NDA. You signed it and gulped. It didn’t matter now you had really nothing to loose.

PART 3

You quietly knocked on the door and Jack opened it smiling. He let you pass by him and locked the door causing you to jump. “Calm down. Geezus.” He said “You’re a wreck, you know that? I hate seeing such a wonderful woman like this.” He said concerned. “Hug?”

“I would love one.” You said entering his open arms and resting in them for a moment.

“Hey I want to talk to you. Sit.” He said motioning to the couch.

You both sat in awkward silence for a minute. “Did you eat?” He asked

“Yup.” You said nervously smoothing out your skirt

“You look beautiful” Jack complimented

“Thank you. So do you, uh handsome I mean…” You said embarrassed

“I’ll take beautiful” Jack said with a smile

“Jack what is it?” You asked dying to know what all this was about but it clearly wasn’t about sex.

“I have a proposition for you. Well…and your husband actually.” Jack said rubbing his hands

“Jack we don’t do any kinky couples stuff.” You answered right away

“No it’s nothing like that.” He said trying to set you straight on what he wanted to say. “I want you. One night just you and me. I’ll pay. A lot actually. I have sources that say your husband lost a lot of money last night. I think it’s a win win, but I’ll pay you separately some more money so he can’t take it from you. Any time you need me you jump on a plane and come see me. What do you think?” He sat back to watch your reaction.

After some moments you got up from the couch. “I’m not a whore you pay for.” You said. You knew Jack didn’t think that but you had to put it out there.

“Yeah I know. I want to help you, but I really like you and I know I’m not supposed to which is making me want you more.” He said anxiously “I have never done this either. You know that movie Indecent Proposal? The guys were watching last night when we were winding down and it made me think of you.”

“Jack I….” You hesitated

“Don’t say no. This is all on the up and up. Your husband will consent to everything.” He said

“Who says he’ll agree to this? He’s very jealous.” You said

“He doesn’t even know where you are half the time and you don’t know where he is.” Jack quickly pointed out. “You guys have kids?”

“He has a couple from a previous marriage. We don’t have any together. I want us to be stable before I get pregnant.” You answered sadly

“Well by that time you’ll be onto something better…and bigger.” He said leaning in for a kiss.

You couldn’t deny him and kissed him passionately. His pillowy lips caressing yours as your lips parted. You played with the curls on the back of his neck. “I knew it. You are filled with passion and he doesn’t pay any attention to you.” Jack observed. Tonight, meet me for dinner. Both of you. By the end of the night you leave with me.”

“Oh god Jack, Idk about all this.” You said confused

“You signed an NDA. I could have you right now, but I want you to see by the end of our time together you’ll be signing divorce papers.” He said looking you deeply in your eyes.

“I’ll tell him we’re going to dinner with you tonight. He’ll think we won some contest or something” You said tired of your situation.

“That’s good. That’ll work” he said excitedly. “I can’t wait. I’ll book us something private so we can talk.” He said pulling you in for another kiss.

PART 4

You went for a swim and to soak up some sun. When you got back to the room to clean up for some more activities Brad was gone. Funny, he hadn’t texted or anything, but Jack had.

He texted: “Hey pretty girl. Meet me tonight on deck 3 at the Dolphin Lounge. The reservation is under Brad’s name so paparazzi or fans don’t bug us. Dress up and prepare a small bag of things you’ll need cuz you’re coming with me.”

You texted back: “Jack how do I pack for a night in an evening gown? I can’t take a whole backpack with me or a huge purse!”

Jack texted: “Shit you’re right. What’s your size? I’ll make sure you have everything you need and toothbrushes and stuff for our little sleepover and day together.”

You sent him the info of what bra, panty, and clothes sizes you were.

He texted back: 🫣😉😏😘

You texted back: 🙄

You hadn’t yet asked how much money was “a lot.” But you had got up the nerve to text him: “When you say a lot, what does that mean?”

He texted: “500k” basically what I made a few nights ago.”

You texted: “Excuse me?? You made 500k for 30mins in one night?”

He texted: “Yup”

You texted: “I don’t do super weird stuff and I’m not fucking your friends got it?”

He texted: “I already got you babes. It’s all in the contract we all sign it and we’re Gucci. Ok?”

You texted: “Contract? I just signed one.”

He texted: “Naw that was just for us to hang out. This I had drawn up for you, me, and Brad to sign.”

You texted: “You had an entire contract done up since I last saw you?”

He texted: “Uh huh, btw are you afraid to fly in small planes? Or deep sea dive?”

You texted: “Jack what? I haven’t done either one of those things. WTH are we going to be doing?”

Jack texted: “How are you texting me this much? Where’s Brady-Poo?”

You texted: 🤢 “Don’t call him that! Idk. I got back to the room and he’s gone.”

Jack texted: “Figures” 🙄

You were about to text back when Brad abruptly opened the door. “Hunny! You scared me.” You exclaimed

“Sorry babe I had to sober up. I went for a jog.” He said

You noticed he wasn’t sweaty or dressed for a run. “Probably was at the tables.” You thought but pretended you didn’t notice anything.

Brad had actually dipped out to get you an apology gift for standing you up at Jack’s show and coming in so late drunk. He was going to give it to you later on in the evening.

“What are we doing tonight pumpkin?” He said kissing you on the forehead.

“Well, I have some news.” You said starting to feel tense “We’re having dinner tonight with someone very special.”

“For real? Who?” Brad asked

“Jack Harlow.” You said and watched his reaction

“How the hell did that happen?” Brad said excited and skeptical

“Um well, at the show there was a draw for dinner with him and I won!” You exclaimed

“You never told me before. Seems something like this you’d text right away.” Brad said

“Oh shit he’s smells something is up.” You thought nervously and lying to him felt horrible.

“I confess hunny, I got pretty drunk that night too. The drinks were free and I was upset you weren’t there.” You said

“Hunny about that. I promised you my gambling or drinking wouldn’t be a problem ever again.” Brad said “I feel horrible so I ducked out this morning to get you something.” Brad produced a long box from behind his back. “I was going to give it to you tonight at dinner but seeing as plans have changed for tonight, I want you to have it now.”

You felt a knot in your stomach. “Hunny I…I can’t accept that.” You said tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why babe?” Brad said feeling scared

“I…can we talk?” You said twirling your ring on your finger subconsciously

“Sure baby.” Brad said concerned

You patted the spot next to you at the end of the bed and Brad slowly sat next to you. Some hammer was about to drop and he was anticipating the worst.

“Baby. This whole dinner with Jack…listen there’s something about it you need to know.”

Just then you saw Jack texting you. Three dots started moving. You put your phone away.

“Hunny….” You paused

“Baby what the fuck is going on?” Brad begged

“Jack has a proposition for us.” You said plainly because there was no other way to say it.

“Proposition? Hunny we don’t do weird sex stuff.” Brad said firmly “Wait…did you meet him too?”

“Yes.” You said looking down

“And you were drunk…” Brad said trying to put pieces together “Did you guys…”

“No! Absolutely not!” You exclaimed

“Whew!!” Brad said letting out the breath he was holding in waiting for your answer “so what’s going on?”

“We did get to talking….Apparently I made quite an impression on him and I wasn’t trying to hunny.” You explained. “He asked me to sleep with him and spend a day with him.” There was no other way to say this stuff that felt like you were in a movie and someone else wrote your lines.

“WHAT????” Brad said angrily and got up from the bed. He started pacing and yelling. “Is this what the fuck these rich mother fuckers do? They think people are just something they use like this? Does he know you’re married??”

“Yes of course!” You said defensively

“Wait…did you fucking AGREE to this?” Brad asked incredulously

“I didn’t exactly say no.” You said looking down “He offered us 500,000 dollars. I know we need the money.” There it was out. It was all out. The knot in your stomach was gone.

Brad hadn’t told you how much money he lost at the tables. It was half of everything you had saved for months working double shifts. He felt terrible and thought a necklace would make telling you easier. He sat back down beside you in silence.

“Well it’s not shocking another man found you so beautiful and captivating.” He said “I always knew you were out of my league.” Brad said sullenly

You didn’t know what to say. You leaned on his shoulder feeling a sense of relief at least you didn’t lie to your husband, and he was calming down.

“All I have to do is text Jack the deal is off hunny.” You said as you rubbed his back.

“I have one question.” Brad said hunched over and looking down at the floor “Do you want to sleep with him?”

You weren’t expecting him to ask you that. After a long pause Brad said “It’s ok, he’s your dream guy. I don’t know if I ever was.” He got up and walked out on the balcony looking out into the distance. You looked at the long jewelry box on the bed and opened it. It was a delicate gold chain with a single diamond like you said you always wanted. You started crying and noticed what Jack had texted.

You read the message: “Just emailed you the contracts. Are you still down?”

You looked out at your husband just staring off into the ocean and joined him on the balcony. You hugged him from behind. “I hate that you feel like you have to do this to save us.” He said quietly “It’s all my fault. Just a night and a day and you’re all mine again?”

“Just a night and a day doesn’t change how much I love you. We need this hunny.” You reasoned. Brad pulled away from you.

“We?” He scoffed and walked away. “I’m going to hit the shower and get ready for dinner.”

PART 5

You put on a slinky black dress with satin gloves, black strappy heels, a deep red lip, the necklace Brad bought you and your favourite perfume. When Brad saw you he said nothing about how you looked. “Ready?” He said flatly.

“No. But let’s go.” You said honestly. You took his arm and made your way to the lounge.

Jack was waiting by the entrance to the private dining room and nobody else was with him. He nodded respectfully to Brad and Brad just looked him up and down. It was then Jack realized you had told your husband everything.

“Brad.” Jack said as the door was closed to their private dining room.

“Jack.” Brad said without a hint of chill at all

“Y/n” Jack greeted you with not a hint of flirtation. It may as well have been a business dinner. This made Brad feel a bit better. Like he would be getting his wife back after her fling with Jack and they could move on with their lives.

Brad sat beside you and held your hand under the table. Jack sat on the other side of both of you, every bit the business man with an expensive fountain pen in his breast pocket and a manilla envelope on the table with the contract. The attraction you had for Jack was undeniable. You controlled yourself from making any appearance of taking to him the way you had.

“Brad I…” Jack started saying but Brad cut him off.

“Don’t. I don’t anything from you. Just bring my wife back after 24 hours.” Brad said bluntly.

“Did you get all dressed up to be rude to me?” Jack countered

“Ok guys this isn’t easy for anyone.” You said trying to bring peace. “Brad you’re agreeing to this too remember? Remind why I’m agreeing to it. To help us.” You said

“Well thank you hunny for your sacrifice.” Brad said sarcastically

“Hey easy on her, none of this is her fault at all.” Jack defended “You left the most stunning woman I have ever seen unattended to get drunk and piss money away.” Jack said firmly looking squarely at Brad. Jack stood at 6”3, with security and an entourage close by so Brad knew he better calm down. “Shall we do dinner?” Jack said more pleasantly

“I’m starving.” You said “Had a great swim today” You said trying to change the subject

“Not much of a swimmer, but I play soccer every week and basketball when I can.” Jack said with a smile

Brad didn’t attempt to contribute to the conversation. You felt that old anger towards him bubbling up and didn’t make an effort to include him.

Dinner was fabulous and you and Jack quipped in front of Brad and got to know each other a bit better. After some dessert and drinks Jack pulled out his pen. “Ok let’s get to why we’re here.” He said. “I sent you the contact did you look at it?” You both nodded yes. “Any questions?” You and Brad nodded no. “Ok let’s sign and me and y/n will be on our way Brad.”

Brad signed stone cold as if he was signing a cell phone contract. He didn’t bother to look at you or Jack and got up to leave. He glanced at your necklace and left the room without saying goodbye. You laid the pen down in silence. Jack could tell you were shaking as you signed. He had plans to make you as comfortable as possible. “Hey, you ok?” He said gently. You nodded yes. “Let’s get going. We’re just heading back to my suite. I won’t hurt you. At any time you can say you’re not doing this and we tear this piece of paper in two”

PART 6

You were silent on the way to Jack’s suite. You both walked with his security guard behind you and it actually made you feel so safe. Jack made you feel safe. Something Brad didn’t. You had to be the adult with Brad because of his addictions and it was so exhausting.

Jack’s suite was beautiful. He had prepared for you coming. There was a bottle of wine chilling and a huge bouquet of roses on the baby grand piano with a card that said. “To the night of your life”. You slipped off your heels and sank into the comfy sofa in front of the fireplace.

“A fireplace in summer.” You giggled. Jack was taking you all in. He watched as you looked around and could tell you had never seen a suite like that before. He poured you a glass of champagne and motioned to you to meet him where he was standing. He now had taken off his tie and had the few top buttons of his shirt undone.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said smoothly and took your hand.

The room was dimly lit and there were rose petals on the king sized bed, candles lit, and boxes stacked high in a corner of clothes and shoes for you to wear. A a french lace neglige was put out for you on the bed and Sade was playing.

“Why don’t you slip this on.” Jack said picking up the neglige and holding it up to your frame.

“Getting right to business I see.” You said as you put your glass down.

“I only have so much time with you before I have to give you back…IF I give you back.” Jack said drawing you close for a kiss.

“I’ll go freshen up and try this on.” You said with a smile.

When you entered the bedroom Jack was sitting up in bed under the covers on his phone. His broad shoulders, smooth alabaster skin, and muscular bare chest and arms was enough to drive you wild, but you kept in control of yourself.

Truth be told you felt more of a connection with Jack these past few days than you had with Brad in the last few years. Something about Jack just felt like home. You cautioned yourself on falling for him, but it was soon becoming a lost cause.

You cleared your throat and he looked up from his phone, his mouth hanging open. “Ah fuck Brad.” He said as he tossed his phone aside. “Come.” He said and you snuggled up to him.

“Was that him on the phone?” You asked.

“Yeah. He just sent me some fucking long shit about how you and him been through hell and back and one night’s not going to change anything.” Jack said mocking how Brad would have talked. “Regret giving him my number but I wanted him to feel ok about things.”

“I’m sorry. He’s probably drunk and getting a bit irrational.” You said

“Hey. I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with that.” Jack said looking into your eyes and petting your hair lovingly. “You know I’ve been all over the world and it’s so hard to find someone like you. Someone that can get through the tough shit without bailing.” He said. He clearly had a lot on his mind.

“You know what Jack? There’s no pressure. We can just stay like this.” You said softly trailing your finger through his chest hair.

“No I’m so sorry. Come, come lay on top of me I want to feel you.” He said

You obeyed and he just caressed you all over as you kissed and melted into the deep grey/blue abyss of his eyes. He was far more gentle and romantic than you imagined from his song lyrics. You felt him rising and he wriggled off his shorts. He fondled your nipples through your lingerie and you let out a soft moan. You could feel your space aching anticipating receiving all of him in. He took your panties off under the sheets and took hold of his manhood ready for inside you. He tempted your space with a few nudges of the head of his long shaft.

“Gottdamn baby girl. You are very ready.” He breathed and slowly opened up your space. You closed your eyes and held onto him like he would slip away. You started moving your hips in time with his and the synergy you felt was electric. “Ride me” he ordered “Give me everything”

You adjusted and sat on top of him moving up and down as your breasts danced and you threw your head back. “Oh god Jack!” You exclaimed.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He cried as he grabbed one of your breasts and cupped your ass to feel you grind on him even more. He wanted it harder and forced your ass back and forth grabbing you by the hips. His dick rubbed and hit your g-spot in just the right way.

“Uggh! Fuck!” You shouted. You let your whole self go. You felt freer than you ever have. Sweat dripped down between your breasts as you dismounted after gushing. Jack flipped you over and you felt him push gently into your fleshy walls so sensitive after exploding.

“So wet geezus” he heaved as he thrusted aggressively now causing you to bury your face into a pillow and scream. Jack slowed down pulling out, and putting it back in driving you crazy.

“Fuck me Jack. Fuck me so hard.” You begged. The pain was the greatest pleasure you had ever felt.

He obliged by ramming into you so deeply with so much force that you screamed his name and started to cry. He didn’t stop. You didn’t want him too. He was taking you to the outer edges of what you could handle and you craved it. “On your back” he directed with a hard smack of your ass.

“Oooh!” You cried out from the sting as you flipped over.

“Don’t look away. Focus on me.” He said as he pushed your legs back and angled himself to pump up and down like he was doing army pushups. You started to close your eyes and he ordered you to stay focused on him. Then he just held himself there slowly letting more of his body weight force himself into you as he looked into your soul. You shared one breath for a couple minutes as he gently rocked back and forth wanting to stay inside of you forever. His curls were wet and hanging down.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” He announced pulling out and motioning for you to wrap your mouth around him. You did as he wanted and felt him pulsating, his sweet hot cum hitting the back of your throat. You drank every drop and Jack caressed your head as he held it in place until he gasped and pulled away from the warmth of your mouth. Catching your breath you wiped your lips from his essence and fell back onto the bed.

He rested his head on your chest as you both tried to speak. “I…I can’t give you back.” Jack said between breaths as if he’d just come from a vigorous jog. He put an arm around you and hitched his leg up engulfing you with his long frame.

“Jack…please…please let’s not think about..” You said and Jack finished your sentence

“Brad?” Jack said “How can I not?” He got up to go to the bathroom. You admired his lean lengthy body and tight behind. He came back with a towel for you and started wiping all of his sweat off of you. “You’re mine now do you understand?” You didn’t know what to say. What could you say. You wanted desperately to really be his.

PART 7

“Wake up beautiful.” Jack said as he drew back the floor to ceiling curtains. You shielded your eyes from the sun beaming in. “Gotta get going if we’re going to make our flight.” He said bending down to kiss you. “Get up and go through these boxes. See what you want to wear.” Some muffins, fruit, and tea were waiting for you to nibble on as you packed a bag. Jack was already showered and ready to go.

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” You said groggily

“I know how stressed out you’ve been and wanted you to get enough rest.” He said as he put on his watch and made sure he had what items he needed to bring.

“Where are we going?” You asked him through a big yawn.

“A small private island.” He said off-handedly “Just for the day. Pack your bathing suit and flip flops.” He said. His phone was ringing off the hook as he buzzed around the suite preparing for the day and having last-minute conversations. You watched him in awe as you ate a muffin and sipped some coffee. Trying to wake up.

After a quick shower you and Jack ran out onto the noisy helipad and ducked under the blades of the helicopter to climb the small staircase to get inside. The view was stunning as you flew over several tiny islands and turquoise water. Jack held your hand the entire time grinning from ear to ear. You took a selfie and sent it to Urban who texted back “cute”

You had a flowing sundress over your bathing suit and looked every bit the fresh faced island girl with no makeup on. “My baby she a natural.” Jack rapped to you and you laughed.

“You really want to leave me?” He asked you as he held you on the beach of the intimacy island.

“Never.” Is all you said back

“Wow. I thought you were so committed.” Jack said in surprise

“I have taken a lot Jack. Let’s just say that.” You said and he didn’t say anymore. He wasn’t what you thought. He was so different from that smooth guy with all the right answers that first time you met. He was light hearted, goofy, and so much fun. You hadn’t laughed this much in a very long time. The ocean was warm and you went snorkelling bringing back a sea shell for a souvenir. A picnic lunch on the beach was all set up when you got out of the water.

“Y/n” Jack said with his mouth full as he inhaled a sandwich “Why dafuq does swimming make you so fucking hungry??”

“I don’t fucking know!” You giggled as you devoured your sandwich in an extremely unladylike way. You shared a kiss and set out to head back to the helicopter.

As you flew back Jack rested his curly head on your shoulder and dozed off. You nudged him awake as you landed. It was turning into evening now. Your time together was almost over. You were both silent back in Jack’s suite as reality hit both of you. Jack felt the loss of you so much his chest felt tight. “Well.” Be said looking up at you as his head was in your lap “I can’t let you go.” You bent down and kissed him. Your tongues locking. You couldn’t bear you would never taste him again in just a few more hours. The contract expired at midnight and he had a club appearance to make. You started to tear up. It seemed he had been wiping your tears since the moment you met. “What do you want y/n” Jack asked you.

“I want you. I want this. But I know your life isn’t a cruise in the Caribbean. It’s real. It’s hectic.” You said “You’ll forget all about me soon.”

“Are you kidding me?” He said sitting up now. “Don’t ever say that. I’ll protect you if you want to stay with me.” Jack said. “Has he ever hit you?”

You squirmed a little. “No but just kinda gets a bit rough if he drinks too much is all.” You reasoned twirling your ring.

“Take that fucking ring off.” Jack said holding out his hand for you to give it to him.

“Jack, what? Why?” You said in shock

“Stop making excuses for him.” He said angrily “Take it off.”

You removed your ring and handed it over to this man you just met. This man who saw into your soul like nobody ever could. Your head was swimming in confusion.

“Tonight stay here. I’ll go for your things.” He said. “Can you come to Louisville with me and be with me there after the boat docks in Miami in a couple days? He asked. He knew Brad had hit you before by the way you shifted when he asked the question and the thought of that made him beyond determined to keep you safe.

“Are you sure?” You asked in disbelief. Was all this really happening? You tried to leave Brad before but felt guilty and kept going back. After so many years you didn’t know anything else.

“I’m calling him right now.” Jack said

“Jack no!” You said trying to stop him.

“Y/n please sit down and calm down.” Jack said firmly. He had a way of talking that made you listen.

“Yo Brad, listen buddy I’m sending my bodyguard to get the rest of y/n’s shit.” Jack declared to Brad.

“Oh the fuck you are!” He slurred. He was so depressed he didn’t go to the tables. He was broke anyway. He just sat in his room and drank for a couple days. He tried picking up girls at the bar but they just walked away as he stank of alcohol. “Put y/n on the god damn phone! She’s getting it when I get a hold of her.”

Jack was so angry he had to pause and contain himself. His fist was in a ball. “As I said, he’ll be by soon. Have her stuff ready or it won’t end well.”

“I still get the money right?” Brad asked

You winced in pain as you heard him through the phone. You turned away and went outside for some air. He didn’t care about you more than money, drinking, and gambling. It was the gut punch you needed.

“Yeah. He’ll have the money, and you don’t contact y/n again.” Jack said. His heart hurt for you. You felt him come behind you and cradle you in his arms. He just kissed you repeatedly on your head. He couldn’t even imagine what you’d been through. “Baby I’m so sorry.” He said. “You’re safe now ok?”

You melted into a puddle of tears. You had fell out of love with Brad years ago, but you kept denying it. You always thought he loved you and that’s why you stayed with him. To hear him just toss you away was all the closure you needed.

“Jack?” You said “Is Kentucky nice?”

“Yeah baby it’s real nice. You’ll love it.” He said reassuringly.

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Hi, I’ve seen some gifs of that Thai show, but are those two actors together in real life too?

Hi lovely Nonnie!

Oh wow, I did not expect an ask about Kinnporsche The Series / Mileapo, but I probably should have since I went off a bit in the tags of that gifset reblog, didn't I? XD Please never take me too seriously whenever I claim two specific individuals have invented love, I'm just joking around. Unless I'm talking about David and Jonathan, because they totally did. ;p

But if I'm to try and answer seriously, I would say that officially, the last time either Mile or Apo have addressed the issue of their romantic status, they both said they're single (Mile in Aug 2022, Apo in July 2021 if I'm not mistaken). Of course, that's also the response I would expect from them if they were together. Because just like there are opposite sex couples who meet on the sets of movies and TV shows, and fall in love or just have an affair, there are same sex couples who go through the same thing. The difference is that society (and the entertainment business even more so) is still so homophobic, that these same sex couples often can't come out. I mean, if opposite sex couples sometimes feel they need to keep it to themselves, and we only find out about their romances decades later, like in the case of Jane Seymour and Christopher Reeve (if we find out about them at all), then imagine how much harder it is for same sex couples who fall in love as co-stars... (or even when there's a same sex celebrity couple, period)

Other than Mile, Apo and the people they trust, no one really knows if Mileapo actually are a couple and have to be closeted, or if they're just truly the best of friends who bonded so much as co-stars on the set of KPTS that their behavior is hard to distinguish from the way lovers act towards each other. We also have to take into account that they're from Thailand, and the cultural norms for how men are allowed to interact can be very different. Especially when we remember that they starred in a BL (gay themed show) together, and the norm for that is heavy fan service. I AM convinced that even then, their bond runs deeper than fan service, especially since the original production of KPTS was canceled, and the production company that was set up instead explicitly said it would not require fan service. Plus, this company was co-founded by Mile to save KPTS and give Apo his second chance to shine as an actor, after he had been previously bullied by homophobes into leaving the acting world. So yeah, I have every reason to believe their connection is real.

And the fact that this is a part of their unhinged story (that they met briefly as models 7 years before they auditioned for KPTS, that they obviously thought the other one is an attractive man and remembered each other all of these years, that Mile watched Apo's shows, that they re-connected at the auditions and seem to have been inseparable since, for over 2.5 years now, that they fought together for KPTS to be made and then gave us on screen an astounding love story, that they chose to go on working together on their next projects, including the upcoming queer film Man Suang, and continue to hang out even outside of their busy schedule together) brings us to what is most meaningful to me about them. Whether their bond is romantic or platonic, it's clearly so deep that I wouldn't hesitate to call them soulmates. They love and care for each other, support one another, and I think they healed each other in ways that make me feel soft and happy to know that such love exists in the world. So I'm going to continue rooting for them, and possibly joke about it like I know that they're a couple, because in a very profound sense of the word, even if it's not romantic, they are.

This was probably way too long, my apologies. Okay, have a Mileapo being in sync gif just to make it a bit better...

Have a good day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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velvet-helvetica · 7 months ago

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Hello world! I’ve dusted off this blog for some updates, including a new fic that I sorta accidentally published (what?!! it’s not that exciting, really. Read on if you must):

* First, a preface: Wow, that Fallout show is pretty neat! I’ve only watched the first episode but it gave me all the feels seeing the dystopia we know and love come to life. Pretty sure the rest of the fandom has already binged all 8 episodes. I’ll have to dodge the spoilers because it’s going to take me longer to get through the series with my busy schedule (although I’m determined to finish it before my Prime free trial ends).

* Perhaps because of the show, or the inevitability of people discovering how awesome the Fallout video games are, new readers have stumbled upon Good Blue Hunting. To my embarrassment, the fic has been sitting there “In Progress” since Feb. 2021. So I decided to finally do some AO3 clean-up and mark the darn thing as Completed. Hooray!

* In the process of getting GBH to completed status, I unexpectedly had to publish a new fic. Reason being that I had 3 chapters for an Epilogue sitting in draft form in GBH. I didn’t want to lose those chapters (even though they’re kind of meh and not fully completed), so I copied them over into a new fic called Tomorrow’s Headlines.

To be honest, I wasn’t ready to publish them, but after learning about AO3’s policy of deleting draft fics after a month, I didn’t want to lose them. So… yeah. There it is. I should be more enthusiastic, but I haven’t looked at those chapters in a while and am honestly scared of how dusty and unfinished they are.

Still I feel like I owe it to anyone who cares about F/F Nora/Piper Fallout fanfics to publish them, warts and all. It ties up some loose ends that truly bothered me in the main story. So far there are 2 chapters posted, with a 3rd one waiting in the wings. I have a 4th chapter on my computer…and then the material abruptly ends. Endings are hard!

* To summarize, yes I have a new fic, Tomorrow’s Headlines, epilogue to Good Blue Hunting. But don’t hold your breath for Tomorrow’s Headlines to be fully completed (but I never say never). Oh, and I made both as part of a series, which trumps up their self-importance. And no I haven’t finished the Fallout TV series yet, no spoilers please.

* Related news, I’ve already received one comment from a kind reader stating their belief that Tomorrow’s Headlines was written by ChatGPT (bwahahahahahaha!!!). I make no promises that this fic will get any better. In fact, letting ChatGPT have a go at it might improve it immensely 🤣.

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Mischa Barton: ‘The trauma doesn’t just go away overnight’

The OC made her one of the most famous stars of the Noughties. Now 37, and with a new role in Neighbours, she’s back — and this time it’s on her own terms.

There was a time, not so long ago — the Noughties — when we hunted young women until they went mad. A pack of men with cameras followed them, stalked them, waited outside their homes to take their photograph, so that people could devour their lives and their changing teenage bodies, and watch their rising panic as they cracked under the pressure we were putting them under.

“It was all very Hunger Games,” says Mischa Barton, 37, sitting in a hotel room in central London, hair blow-dried, coffee poured, legs crossed. The British-American actress was 17 when she was cast in the teenage TV drama The OC, catapulting her to worldwide fame and making her Karl Lagerfeld’s “face of a generation” — an It girl in an era of size-zero bodies, up-skirt shots and gossip blogs.

Barton was — reluctantly — a paparazzi favourite. She was beautiful, cool and sceney, with a trail of rock star boyfriends and wild child friends. She suffered as a consequence of rather than in spite of the fame. She was arrested for drink driving, spent time in rehab and was detained in a psychiatric hospital. In 2017 a video of her, incoherent, rambling and distressed, was sold to the gossip site TMZ, peddled as proof of her going off the rails. Her drink had actually been spiked with a date rape drug. That same year an ex-boyfriend tried to sell a video — filmed without her knowledge — of her having sex and being naked in her own home.

“You can go to therapy every day for the rest of your life,” she says, “but there’s just a certain amount of trauma [from] all that I went through, particularly in my early twenties, that just doesn’t go away overnight.”

Today her life is a little quieter — the paparazzi don’t yet know where her new home is in Los Angeles (though the sound of cameras can trigger a panic attack, part of her enduring post-traumatic stress disorder). The OC is coming up to its 20th anniversary, with a new generation of Gen Z fans going wild for the Y2K vibe. She has had a stint on Dancing with the Stars and the reality TV show The Hills: New Beginnings, as well as parts in horror films, indie films and now the resurrected teatime soap Neighbours.

Barton was, and still is, a valuable commodity. “They first wanted me to do an arc on Neighbours when I was in my twenties,” she says, dressed smartly in a blazer, A-line dress and preppy jacquard pumps. I’ve just finished watching the new season, I tell her. “Oh wow,” she says in her mid-Atlantic drawl, “have you actually been watching it?” Sure, I continue, it was nostalgic. “Oh wow,” she says again, flatly. “Yeah. I haven’t seen any of it.” Barton still has the cool-girl energy that drew so many people in: arch, a little judgmental, but fun. She is the popular girl at the party.

The “final” episode of Neighbours was broadcast on Channel 5 last July, after 37 years and 8,903 episodes featuring alumni including Kylie Minogue, Jason Donovan and Margot Robbie. A group of heartbroken fans campaigned for its return and four months later Amazon Prime signed a deal with the production company. The reboot features old favourites Susan, Carl and Harold, as well Barton’s new character, Reece Sinclair, the expensively dressed American hotel proprietor who is having an affair with the bellboy.

Barton spent two months filming in Melbourne, cramming lines for 5am call times. “They work crazy hard [on soaps],” she says. “Really, it was gruelling. You’re lucky to get a second take.” She did, however, rewrite some of her script. “They don’t let everybody change their lines” — she lowers her voice — “trust me. The other kids were like, oh, can I do that? And [the writers] were like, no.” She cackles. “Say your lines as scripted!”

The actress will always be known for The OC, in which she played Marissa Cooper, a rich, blonde Californian who was troubled and glamorous — and who every teenage girl was desperate to be. The first series, which aired in 2003, pulled in an average of 9.7 million viewers per episode in America and was a hit on Channel 4, and she won two Teen Choice awards.

“I don’t think I was fully prepared for that level of fame,” she says. “Because it has never been something that I have sought out. I really would much rather be anonymous.”

Still a teenager, Barton was lauded for her looks and treated, she says, as much older than her years. “You do look back and you were 18 dating 34-year-olds,” she continues. “With hindsight you’re like, yeah, that was weird.” An interview with Harpers & Queen has recently resurfaced in which Barton, 19 at the time, says she was told by her publicist to sleep with Leonardo DiCaprio, who was 30, “for the sake of your career”.

She left The OC after three series — she says she was bullied on set and exhausted by 18-hour days for each 24-episode series — asking the writers to kill off Marissa as brutally as they could. She died lying in the road, dripping in fake blood, her crashed car up in flames.

In the following years Barton became a familiar face on the LA nightlife scene, all smoky eyeliner and faded band T-shirts, photographed with Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan and Amy Winehouse, while dating the Kooks’ frontman Luke Pritchard, the American rocker Cisco Adler and the Roughs’ guitarist Taylor Locke. “I definitely got to tour with some cool bands,” she says, still a little thrilled by the whole thing. “I mean, I was obsessed. But I don’t know if I could date a guy in a band any more. It just sounds exhausting and dirty.” The paparazzi attention was certainly not “healthy” for romantic relationships. “Everything is just so heightened,” she says. “You depend on the person so much more, you think you’re that much more in love because they’re your grip on some sort of normalcy.”

In the gossip blogs she was considered fair game. She was criticised for losing a stone in a year, then criticised for being “bloated Barton”, with the celebrity blogger Perez Hilton often the leader of the pack. “Nothing I did was good enough,” she says today. “It was the peak of cruelty about young women’s bodies. It was wild.”

Could she leave the house without being followed by photographers? “No,” she says immediately. “I couldn’t. [The paparazzi] were doing all kinds of crazy stuff to me.” She says they tracked her car, tried to climb over the walls of her house, paid off restaurants and bought mobile phones for homeless people so they could tip them off. “I was stalked,” she says. “I did go a little bit nuts at [one] point. I just felt really helpless.”

Then there was an arrest (2007, driving under the influence, without a valid licence and possessing cannabis), rehab (court ordered) and psychiatric hospital. She said she was “depressed and overworked”, and then, she claims, pumped full of prescription drugs by her “team” to keep her working. People have got kinder about mental health, though, she says. “That’s one of the better things about society these days — people are more willing to talk about having had depression or anxiety, or it’s not so taboo.”

But it was her legal battle against her ex-boyfriend that was “one of the worst and most gruelling experiences of my life”, she says. In 2017 Jon Zacharias tried to auction off illicit videos of her to the internet’s highest bidder.

After a years-long legal battle she won the case to prevent him from doing so. “It’s shocking to realise that there is that type of darkness in the world,” she says. “And you wonder what you’ve done to attract it.”

Mischa Anne Barton was born in Hammersmith in west London, the middle of three girls, her mother a producer and photographer, her father a foreign exchange broker. She went to St Paul’s Girls’ Preparatory School before the family moved to New York when Barton was six.

She was a bookish, shy child who found respite in acting. She had her first modelling job at eight and her first professional stage role the same year. By 11 she was in Italian Vogue. By 13 she was the lead in the movie Lawn Dogs, which had dark undertones of child molestation, followed by Pups, a crime drama. “Even from a young age I was sexualised,” she wrote in Harper’s Bazaar in 2021.

After her big break in The OC she starred as the “hot girl” in various music videos (Noel Gallagher, James Blunt, Enrique Iglesias) and became the face of Chanel, Calvin Klein, Monsoon Accessorise, Neutrogena, Herbal Essences and Keds.

“I was definitely told ‘sign here’ many, many times over,” she says. “I’ve gotten a lot better with legalese. Now I will read a contract front to back.”

Do people think she made more money than she has? “Oh, I know they do.” Today you can watch The OC on Amazon Prime, Hulu and ITV. “But I say to my friends, ‘Oh cool, I just got a direct deposit for $1.50.’ And they’re like, ‘What’s that?’ And I’m like, ‘Residuals.’ ”

She pushed herself into indie films and cerebral plays, which she loved, and then appeared on the rebooted reality show The Hills, which “wasn’t for me”, she says. “It’s the fame-chasing and the posing stuff that I don’t like. I found them to be very alieny.” She says the producers tried to make out that the original cast of The Hills had hung out with the cast of The OC in the Noughties, “but that was not the case. I never saw them around. I mean, it was a completely different world, a different type of celebrity.” She looks up from pouring herself another coffee. “You know what I mean.”

Today Barton lives between New York and LA. She is steady and grown-up, but still with a streak of flightiness. Her spontaneity “is a problem”, she says. She travelled around Indonesia alone over the summer, then France, then the UK, where she has been staying with her older sister, a barrister, in Kensington.

“I’m happy being single at the moment,” she says. “Because it comes up, the whole thing of ‘Do you wanna settle down and have kids?’ I am a weirdly traditional, conventional person when it comes to stuff like that, more so than people think. But it really depends on the person you’re with.”

In the past few years there has certainly been a collective reckoning regarding our behaviour towards young, famous women of that era. But does that regret mean anything to the women who suffered through it?

Recently the FBI knocked on Barton’s door, saying they were “working on a case” and wanted to play her a series of tapes. She listened to her conversations with people from years ago, which were recorded covertly. “Who knows who was doing it?” she says. “But I was almost grateful to know that they [the FBI] were going to such lengths, otherwise you feel crazy and paranoid.”

She has also had direct apologies. In 2019 Perez Hilton told her, on The Hills: “If I could go back in time and do things differently, I would.” Barton was largely unmoved. “This bullying you did for so long to so many young girls, I find it hard to let go,” she replied. “I can’t really accept the apology entirely.”

I bring up Hilton today and she rolls her eyes. “I don’t listen to anything he says because he’s so crazy,” she says. “You can see how sorry people feel for what they did to people like Britney [Spears] then. Everyone now is like, ‘I can’t believe we did that to those poor women.’” She pauses. “People feel so entitled to you and your body and your image. It’s a strange feeling. It’s strange.”

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