#gwen's red dress...i DREAM about that dress

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speaking of dresses that didn't have to go so hard...no one does it like merlin

[verstappen-cult]

LOVE STORY, M. VERSTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader.

SUMMARY — Going out on dates with Max means taking a lot of pictures to share them on Instagram. Max has never complained, in fact, he's more than happy to show the world just how much he enjoys every single one of those dates.

GWEN'S RADIO MESSAGE. requested by @amoosarte "reader and max go out a ton dates during winter break, with max posing awkwardly while reader is taking picture every second if they go on a date, so max switched it around and take a bunch of photos of her and it's just so adorable and he's so whipped?" i had so much fun looking for max and his gf's pictures because he's literally the 🧍‍♂️emoji in every single one of their pics. so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i hope you like it!

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yourusername Hello, Paris! Winter break has started and what a better way to celebrate than with a first date in the city of love with this handsome man. 💋​🤍​

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user01 relationship goals

user02 forever grateful with for giving us max content

landonorris thanks for not taking your child with you.

yourusername what don't you understand about romantic holiday? we don't want u here ⤷ landonorris wait did you hear that? it was my heart breaking. completely shattered. 😞​ maxverstappen1 you're welcome! 😁​👊​ ⤷ landonorris i always knew you never wanted me

user03 the pov girlies of tiktok are gonna have a feast

user04 MY PARENTS

francisca.cgomes come and visit, i miss you!

yourusername just let me get rid of max first and i'll come to you, baby maxverstappen1 stop trying to steal my gf from me ⤷ francisca.cgomes she wants me

user05 the second pic is so pinterest coded

user06 max not wearing red bull merch? am i dreaming?

user07 the girlfriend effect is real

maxverstappen1 everyone needs to know that we walked around paris for hours trying to find that coffee place you wanted to try. i feet still hurt!

yourusername you love me ⤷ maxverstappen1 shut up

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yourusername Everything's better if I'm with you.

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user08 omg im gonna cry they look so cute

user09 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

user10 sleeping on the highway sounds like a good idea

danielricciardo disgusting

yourusername you're just jealous

charles_leclerc went on holiday without me? :(

landonorris they left me too ⤷ yourusername OH SHUT UP ⤷ landonorris NEVER.

maxverstappen1 you can join us in st. tropez ⤷ landonorris can i join too? danielricciardo already packing pierregasly count me in oscarpiastri @/danielricciardo pick me up maxverstappen1 I WAS TALKING TO CHARLES

user11 sick and tired of not having my own max verstappen

user12 obsessed with max "heart eyes" verstappen

user13 HE LOVES HER SM

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yourusername We had a reservation at a fancy restaurant today but instead of dressing up, we chose to stay home and build a flower bouquet out of Legos. 🥺​🤍

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user14 they 😭​ stayed home 😭​ instead

georgerussell63 donuts are not on his diet.

maxverstappen1 SHUT UP GEORGE yourusername it's winter break ge, he's allowed ⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah baby defend me

user15 why is no one talking about MAX'S CHEST ON DISPLAY?????

user16 oh she knows what she's doing ⤷ yourusername no idea what you're talking about. 🤭​

user17 i am BEGGING you to stop i'm too single for this

user18 MY OH MY

user19 yn's comment section always delivers

user20 happy for them and not at all jealous

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yourusername 🖤​🖤​🖤​

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user21 kill me now please i can't leave knowing i'll never find someone who loves me as much as max loves y/n

user22 THE WAY HE'S GRABBING HER LEG?

user23 MR. VERSTAPPEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

alex_albon where did you two go

yourusername you've reached y/n's voicemail please speak after after the tone

oscarpiastri please remember i'm sharing a wall with you

charles_leclerc good luck mate yukitsunoda0511 i have earplugs if you need some ⤷ maxverstappen1 WTF YUKI

user24 WHAT IS GOING ON AAAA

user25 i can't keep lying to myself. i want a relationship like the one max and y/n have like you can clearly see how much they love each other

user26 OBSESSED WITH THIS DATE SAGA PLS DON'T STOP

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maxverstappen1 I just couldn't leave you without showing you my POV.

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user27 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYD SJDJHSDJKN

user28 all men should be like max verstappen

yourusername i didn't even notice you taking half of these. words cannot express how much i love you.

user29 "my pov" MY PARENTS

landonorris you actually made her look pretty

yourusername i'll cut the brakes of your car ⤷ landonorris THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER

user30 they're so adorable its disgusting

user31 i'm 100% sure their friends are so sick of them

charles_leclerc yes pierregasly you're right landonorris i throw up every time i see them georgerussell63 finally someone understands

user32 STOP THIS MADNESS

user33 oh she has him wrapped around her finger

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[tainted-liquor]

Grande Jeté⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

Hobie Brown x BlackFem!Ballerina!Reader Tws: BADDDD British, light swearing, Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! (fluff) W/C:950 A/N: Heyyy! pls forgive me bro I know 0 Londoners, n I have no idea how to write their accent lol. BEAARRR WITH ME😭

Hobie never expected in his life that he would be in this predicament. Here he was, sitting alongside Gwen as she eagerly ranted to him about her 'older sister' being in this dance. She spent about two days convincing Hobie to go with her, saying that he would be supporting an aspiring artist. "It's about to start!" Gwen cheered silently, clapping her hands quickly before pointing to the red curtains ascending upwards. "There she is!" Gwen whispered as she pointed towards your flexed form, spine curving upward as your back leg extended out behind you as your arms create a sleek invisible line between the tips of your fingers and the bottom of your toes.

He was absolutely enchanted. He had never seen someone make ballet look so sacred in his eyes, brushing off the silly dance as a bunch of jumps and turns. He watched as you slowly began to break free from your frozen stance, moving with such calculated precision and absolute elegance. It was like he was watching the performance through a tunnel, eyes glued on you and you only as you pirouetted with such grace it put every princess in the world to absolute shame. He had heard from Gwen first-hand just how painful it was to do ballet, but watching you twist and turn on the very tips of your toes put everything into perspective. In his mind, you were a precious dove ghosting the surface of the water with your pretty pink pointe shoes.

"Gwendy, you said this's one of your mates, right?" He asked, eyes still absolutely glued to you. Gwen gave him an overjoyed nod, clearly biting back the loudest scream of approval she's ever given. "Introduce me later, yea?" He mumbled as he watched you shoot Gwen a rather smooth wave, disguising it within your movements to not stray from your routine...Man, you were good. You looked absolutely bewitching as your melanated skin shone under the spotlight, your movements remaining soft and delicate whilst carrying yourself with such poise. If Gwen would've told Hobie about you earlier he would've bought the damn tickets himself.

When up on that stage, you always felt free and liberated. You spent all of your life in a studio, accepting every drop of boiling-hot criticism with cupped palms, watching as it burned and seared your skin and leave its metaphorical mark that manifested in the form of experience. You incorporated the elegant style of dance into your everyday life, weaving the very threads of its history into your personality and wearing it like a proud necklace. For you, dancing was your very being. You spent countless nights banging shoes on your walls, patching up your battered and bruised legs countless times until only a ghost of feeling remained in the tips of your toes. You've learned to crawl, then stumble, then walk, run, and finally jump all in the span of over 10+ years.

You followed the inaudible signals in the ever-so-soothing piano, utilizing the cues that you had ingrained into the back of your mind as you assumed each and every position and pose. You were in a fuck ton of pain, and you were out of breath, but what's a little bit of hurt compared to a dream 10 years in the making? When the curtains finally closed after everyone took their final bow, the roaring applause made everything worth every single twinge of pain. You eagerly ran off the stage, enveloping Gwen in a tight hug as she introduced you to the incredibly tall and lanky man next to her. The clash between the two of you was starkly obvious, with you being dressed in shades of pink, ivory, and soft beiges that complimented every aspect of your outfit.

"'Ey there, I'm 'Obie" he stated as he gave me a small smile, extending his hand towards me gently, to which I gladly accept. Truth be told, I didn't understand half of a fuck of what he just said. I pulled a smile and nod and used context clues to fill in the gaps. "That's a nice accent...where you from?" you asked with a warm smile. He gives a light chuckle before answering with a small "East London. You were really great out there, by the way. Kick n' prance queen!"

"Thank you! You should drop by my studio sometime, you can watch me and Gwen practice for future shows or just for funsies!" I exclaim with a light giggle. I scanned over Hobie, making a mental note of his rough and sharp look that contrasted with my very being. He reminded me of a black swan, gorgeous and elegant in his own way, but almost twice as intimidating. I wouldn't be lying if I said I truly loved the difference in our aesthetics.

"I tried, but he says that he doesn't-" Gwen begins, with Hobie quickly silencing her by just straight up grabbing her mouth. "Yea, I'd like that. I'll see you la'er then!" He grins as he slowly drags Gwen away, giving you a small wave and a goofy grin as I disappear backstage to change into some normal clothes and deconstruct my makeup.

"You didn't tell me that was the gyaldem you ran wif" Hobie chuckled as he shot Gwen a playful glare. "Well, I TRIED. But you started going on about how you," She dropped her voice an octave, linking a synthetic British accent to her every word. "Don't believe in paying to watch performances!" She teased. Hobie only rolled his eyes, pretending to brush off the matter. But in reality, he couldn't wait to see you again and watch you dance in all your glory.

"So...when's she dancing again?"

[queen-haq]

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 3)

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 3)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Part 3

You removed your glasses and started massaging the knot in your temple that seemed to have lodged inside your head permanently. Exhaling a heavy sigh, you laid your head down on the table. It wouldn’t be easy, you always knew that, but a part of you hadn’t realized how much work would be needed to actually build a clinic in the neighbourhood you grew up in. And this assessment was only the first step! After you completed this, that’s when the real work would begin.

Your phone vibrated and you reached out to grab it. It was the alarm you set to start getting ready for the dinner tonight. Fuck. Alistair was hosting a dinner for you and Billy, but you knew it was an excuse to check up on the two of you. You were already dreading it, imagining how stifling it would be. The last time you had met his family was at the wedding, and they had all looked at you like you were something to be afraid of. To them, you were the other – not rich, not white, not thin, and definitely not someone who was a part of the elite and affluent community they were a part of. And you would never be any of those things, so there was no point in trying to adjust your personality to fit in. Which was why you decided to go with a red jumpsuit to this dinner.

An hour later you were applying finishes touches to your makeup when you heard Billy’s voice in the kitchen. He was talking to Anita, the woman who came to clean the apartment every day. You went to the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Gwen’s not gonna be around anymore, Anita,” he explained.

His voice was gentle, lacking the heavy condescension that was usually directed at you.

“Good, I don’t like her.” The elder lady retorted. “She was very rude!”

He chuckled.

“And it’s not right, you still bringing your girlfriends here when you’re married now. What about your wife?”

“Who gives a fuck?”

Ah, there it was. The biting edge in his tone whenever you were mentioned. You headed out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen.

“She’s a nice lady!” Anita chastised.

“She’s a goddamn bitch.”

“Talking about me again, sweetie?” You sauntered into the kitchen, wearing an amused smile.  

Anita immediately looked embarrassed at being caught but not Billy. Dressed in a perfectly tailored light grey suit, the colour making his pitch black eyes appear even more prominent, he stared back at you with a smug expression. “Speak of the devil and she doth appear.”

“Hush now, Billy,” Anita admonished him.

“First a bitch, now the devil. What’s next?”

“I’ve got some real sweet ones lined up. Just you wait.” He quirked up his eyebrow, eyes regarding your outfit carefully. “It’s black and white dress code.”

You shrugged. “It’s dinner with your family, not the fucking President.”

Billy shook his head. “So hellbent on being a total fucking embarrassment.”

“Billy, stop!” Anita turned to you, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. “I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine, Anita. Not your fault. This is just how he likes to sweet-talk me.”

He snickered. “In your fucking dreams.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Anita said, giving you a warm smile. “Red really suits you.”

“Thank you.” While you walked over to the fridge to grab water, you sensed Billy watching you. When you turned around, his gaze shifted from you right away. If he didn’t make his dislike of you so obvious, you would have wondered if he was checking you out. Maybe he was one of those assholes that put down thick women but had a secret fetish for them. Not that you found the notion remotely flattering, it was insulting really.

“The old man doesn’t like being disobeyed,” Billy finally spoke.

You sneered. “You worried about me?”

“I don’t want your stupidity to blow back on me.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle assholes.” Your head dipped to the side, you gave him a beaming smile. “I married you, didn’t I?”

A gasp escaped Anita, she appeared to be scandalized by your words. Seeing the shock on the older woman’s face, you started laughing. As did Billy, much to your surprise. Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in his smile. Damn. He really was fucking gorgeous.

Such a shame that kind of hotness was wasted on a jerk like him.

Suddenly his gaze met yours, the smile on his face fading. He stared at you, stoic and intense, like he was trying to suck the life out of you through the sheer force of his eyes. You turned away, refusing to indulge in this kind of powerplay with him. “Anita, I’m having some people come over on Friday. Think we can stock up on some drinks?”

“Yes, of course,” Anita said, smiling.  “I can prepare some  menus if you like, give you a few options. I’ll hire some waitstaff-”

“God, no. Don’t bother. It’s nothing important.”

“But what about food? What will your guests eat?” Anita asked.

“I’ll order in some stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

The concern on Anita’s face made you chuckle. “Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down at the text message notification.

“In town soon. Wanna meet?”

“See you later, Anita.”

You walked out of the kitchen, already texting back. “How long you around?”

Calvin was a friend you met in college, someone who you hooked up with occasionally. While the two of you always had fun, it was never serious and that’s how you both preferred it.

“Think you own this place?” Billy’s voice captured your attention away from the phone. He sauntered past you, his strut confident, hands tucked into his pockets, before he took a seat on the couch. Arrogance rolled off him in waves, he exuded rich privilege from head to toe as his onyx eyes regarded you with scorn.

“I live here,” you replied, eyebrow cocked.

“For now.”

You smirked. “Aw, you pissed I didn’t ask for your permission?”

“I don’t want your golddigging friends infesting this place.”

His cockiness made you laugh, and you felt that oh-so-familiar need to taunt him further. You sashayed forward, your sexiest walk on full display because you knew how much it would irritate him. Already you saw his jaw clench, noted how his eyes burned with contempt as you took a seat on the arm of the couch he was on. Leaning over him, you gave him your sexiest smirk. “You sure that’s all it is?” You lowered your head, so close you felt his breath hum against your skin. “Maybe what you’re really worried about is flexing for my friends. Maybe you know they’re not gonna be impressed by you.”

Billy’s pitch-black eyes remained glued to yours, inhaling you in. “A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of sheep.”

You reached out to grip his jaw, the action taking him by surprise if the arced eyebrow was any indication. God, he had a beautiful jawline, his facial hair perfectly trimmed, his skin smooth. “Is that what you think you are, Billy? A lion?” You tightened your grip. “Because all I see is a fucking snake when I look at you.”

It happened quickly, so quickly that you barely had time to register what he was doing when he clutched the back of your head. He fisted your hair so tightly that it almost hurt, pulling you close against him. You were crushed against his chest, whatever advantage you had now gone.

“Don’t. Ever. Touch me again.”

His voice was quiet, which made his words even more dangerous. He didn’t need to scream or yell to get his point across. Seeing his reaction, you instantly regretted your actions. Maybe he was someone who was triggered by physical contact, it was common enough in people and you had dealt with it a few times when caring for patients. You released your grip on him, but he didn’t follow suit, still holding you securely in place.

In your experience, people who didn’t like being touched were also careful to respect others’ boundaries. That didn’t seem to be the case with Billy, recalling the night of your wedding when he’d threatened you. “You put your hands on my throat and choked me,” you reminded him.

“But you liked that, golddigger. You were begging for it.”

God, his fucking cockiness was infuriating! You shoved him hard, forcing him to loosen his hold immediately and you jumped back to distance yourself. There you were trying to be nice, and he just completely stomped all over your compassionate gesture. “Asshole!”

He grinned, crossing his legs and looking so smug and pleased with himself you wanted to throw something at him.

Everything – everything – about him annoyed the fuck out of you. “Fuck off and die, Billy!”

He laughed, eyes shining with wicked delight.

“And stay out of my way on Friday! I don’t want my guests dealing with you!” you huffed before stomping out of the room.

The nerve of him! You were so pissed you could barely even think straight, but you needed to conserve your energy for tonight. Taking a deep breath, you returned to your room to finish getting ready.

***

The atmosphere was strained, the tension in the room palpable. Alistair sat at the head of the table, commanding everyone’s attention, while the rest of the family appeared downright miserable. One by one he’d gone around the table, picking apart each person under the guise of doling out helpful advice with everyone dreading the spotlight when it fell upon them. Alistair was very practiced with his criticism; he didn’t resort to yelling or screaming. Instead his words were laced with poison and deliberately targeted one’s most vulnerable spots. A part of you felt sorry for them, which was funny considering how rich they were and that you grew up in the ghetto. But at least you were brought up in a loving home, unlike these people.

You surveyed the room, taking in Billy’s family. Along with Alistair, his parents were present and some of Billy’s cousins. As an outsider, you had a chance to observe the family dynamic and it didn’t surprise you that the camaraderie they put on display was just a show. As you eavesdropped on their conversation, you could hear them talking shit and selling each other out. Underneath the polite exterior, they were all snakes – just like Alistair. The only exception, surprisingly, was Billy.

He kept to himself for most of the night, simply examining the family from the sidelines. Just like you. Occasionally your gaze would land on him and you found him staring back at you intently each time, but you weren’t in a mood to fuck with him. You were still annoyed from earlier, and it didn’t help that the family was obviously gossiping about you.

Both Billy and you had chosen to ignore the dress code, which probably seemed like it was intentionally planned but definitely wasn’t. His light grey suit stood out in the sea of black and white, just like your red jumpsuit, but his outfit didn’t elicit as many looks as yours did. But, whatever. You had purposely chosen this outfit. If you were going to be the subject of gossip anyway, you might as well give them something to talk about.

It was Alistair’s voice that brought you out of your reverie. Your stomach clenched with nervous anxiety as Alistair’s attention slowly approached your side of the table. Half of the family looked obliterated, the other half drunk. Billy was seated next to you, and a part of you wondered what was going through his head. Was he used to this? Did he even realize how fucked up his whole family was?

“It’s unfortunate you didn’t choose to meet Howard for lunch yesterday, Billy.”

You cast a quick glance at Billy. Unlike the rest of his family, he didn’t seem bothered or nervous by Alistair’s cutting tone.

“Is it?” Billy replied, taking a sip of his wine.

“He’s a very busy man and he agreed to meet you as a favour to me.”

“Maybe you should check before you make plans for me,” Billy responded.

Oh, Alistair didn’t like that.

“Do you know how humiliating it was for me to ask someone like Howard for his assistance? He’s a gnat, he’s nothing. Yet I had to reach out to him so he could guide you-”

“And how many times have I said I’m not interested in joining politics, Grandfather? I have no fucking interest in it, I don’t give a shit about it.”

Alistair slammed his hand down on the table. A silent hush fell over the room. “You will do as I say! I will not let you be another loser in this family. I will not accept that! You’re destined to be more than just some foot soldier. This family’s full of idiots, everyone has been a goddamn disappointment! But not you, you’re better than that. You’re my legacy and I will not let your stupidity and stubbornness get in the way of making something of yourself. You will not waste-”

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked, interrupting the old man’s tirade. “A foot soldier? He’s a marine! He’s gone out on three tours and risked his life over and over again to keep this country safe. He’s probably saved countless lives and done more for people than anyone around this table. What have you done? What have you accomplished other than being borne into a rich family?” Fired up, your blood was boiling with rage. “And you’re criticizing him for wasting his life? Why? Because he doesn’t want to be a slimy politician? Your fucking puppet?”

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Alistair roared.

“How dare you? You think I’m just gonna sit here and listen while you yell at my husband?” You scanned the people around the table, noticing their stunned gazes, the fear and shock in their eyes as they glared at you. “Maybe everyone here is scared shitless of you because you hold the purse strings but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate others’ lives. Billy’s an adult. He’s made his own choices, good choices. Just because you don’t agree with them doesn’t make them bad decisions.” You glanced down, shaking your head with irritation. It was then you noticed Billy’s hand covering your right thigh under the table, slowly caressing your skin as if he was trying to soothe your nerves. During your outburst you hadn’t noticed when his hand slid over but now it was all you could feel, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of your clothes.

Alistair’s face was flushed red with anger. “The only reason you’re a part of this family, why you’re at this table, is because I allowed you to be here.”

What the hell were you doing? You had better things to do than take part in Russo family problems. This was not your circus, not your monkeys. If they wanted to eat each other alive, so be it. “And that’s my cue to leave. I’ve had enough of you guys for today.”

Easing Billy’s hand from your thigh, you stood up. Your glass was half-full and you didn’t see the point in wasting the excellent wine. You chugged it in one gulp, clinked your glass in an imaginary cheer to the room before placing it back on the table, and then walked out.

As soon as you exited the space, you felt your stomach uncoil. All that nervous anxiety left your body in one big whoosh, you took a deep breath. Holy shit. You were never more grateful for your own family as you were at that moment.

***

Half an hour later you entered your high-rise building, greeting the doorman as you made your way to the elevator. When the doors opened you slid in and scanned the key card that gave you access to the penthouse. The elevator doors were closing when all of a sudden someone waved their hand halfway in, forcing the doors to open again. You looked up to see Billy walking in, dark eyes holding you hostage. You averted his gaze, pressing the close button again.

As soon as the elevator started moving, he marched towards you. You watched him confusedly as he closed the distance, forcing you to retreat until you were backed into a corner, his body encroaching every inch of your personal space.

You swallowed audibly, returning his hostile stare.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” His voice was raspy, somehow soft and yet menacing. “I can stand up for myself.”

You sneered. “You think I did it for you?” You jut your chin out defiantly. “I don’t like bullies and your grandfather is a fucking bully. It had nothing to do with you. I would’ve stood up for anyone, it just happened to be you.”

The molten darkness of his gaze trailed down to your lips, as if following every micro change in your expression. Like he was trying to consume you, understand you. “Except you didn’t stand up for the rest of my family. Only me.”

He had a point, but you weren’t going to admit that. “Step back, Billy.”

Billy didn’t withdraw, he continued to hold firm. Your eyes lingered from his face, taking in his firm jaw, the graceful length of his neck, noting how the top button of his collared shirt was undone. A soft breath escaped your lips when his hands slid up the sides of your legs, your waist, trailing up languidly.

You pressed your hand against his chest, intending to push him off.

When his hand covered your own in a surprising gesture, his skin felt hot against your touch. You didn’t understand what he was doing, why he wouldn’t move. Maybe it was a ploy to get you to break but there was something else in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. A kind of vulnerability that left you breathless. Not something you wanted to deal with. “I said move back.”

“This isn’t gonna happen, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Not golddigger. Sweetheart. It was meant to be sarcastic, you were sure of it, but instead the word was pure seduction on his lips, intoxicating. And oddly tender.

“You’re not going to claw your way inside my head. I won’t let you.” It was a warning, a threat, temptation wrapped in danger.

“That’s the last thing I want,” you said, surprised at how resolute you sounded and not at all the quivering mess you felt inside.

He didn’t say anything in response. There was no sarcasm, no scorn, no signs of anger or derision even. Just stark seriousness.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

He turned around and walked out, leaving you perplexed. You hadn’t realized the elevator reached your floor, all of your senses overwhelmed by Billy’s close proximity. The subtle notes of his cologne still lingered in the air and you took a few seconds to calm your nerves. Not until you heard the door slam to your penthouse did you exit the elevator and head inside.

A/N - Hope you guys are enjoying the fic! Would love to hear your thoughts if you have the time. Comments are loved and cherished :)

[chamberedbeauty]

@lamentingwclf continued from x

That stupid yellow piece of paper plagued her thoughts from the moment James pulled it out of his pocket. It plagued everyone they knew. His sisters were terrified, but tried their best to keep a brave face for their brother and mother- who was sick with fear and grief already was distraught and filled with tears only a mother could weep. Steve- well she wasn't quite sure how Steve was feeling other than a failure- that he should be with him.... which Gwen could nearly deck him for, but it was his feelings, nonetheless.

And as for her...all she could do now was pray for this war to end- and think of escape routes for the new soldier.

The week flew by and before everyone knew it, James would be sent off for basic training in the morning. 7am sharp. His sisters wanted to make this night special and begged him to go dancing- which of course he agreed to, even if it wasn't what he wanted.

Even more than that he'd been hesitant around her, and not just after the card came. No, this had been going on for a few months now. Nothing rude or blatant to the naked eye, but she knew him, she knew their relationship, and something was just off. He'd been avoiding her presence solely the whole night. Any time his sisters would be off dancing and Steve finding some quiet in the back, Bucky would suddenly need a drink and excuse himself. Finally, she stood, her hand outstretched to him, asking him to accompany her to the dance floor- a large grin coming to her red painted lips as he guides her out.

As the band slows their song, Gwen can't help but feel her chest tighten with disappointment, figuring he'd dismiss the dance, but instead, he pulls her to him. Not close like Harry would, or like he had before, but enough, and once more it causes her to smile. Her hand holds onto his as they begin to sway, her other softly resting on the back of his neck and she's about to speak before he asks his question- one that surprisingly brings the smallest bit of discouragement.

"Try my mother," Gwen replies with a small laugh. "Daddy's excited, but my mother, she's been dreaming of this moment ever since I was a little girl. But despite her pleading, I haven't even tried on any dresses yet. We have a few things planned out. What we'd like as the venue, the church, who will stand with us- just little things like that but um...it is a little difficult planning the wedding through letters."

Brown eyes look up to find his, resisting the urge to squeeze his hand. "I'm happy Steve came with us. I know he wasn't feeling well earlier this week, but I am glad he is trying." She laughs, a true and genuine laugh. "I will have to give him some lessons however. He stepped on my toes a few times and I'm pretty sure even though he only weighs ninety some pounds, June's toes will be black and blue in the morning."

This time she gives in and gives his hand a light squeeze. ".... Bucky, are you doing alright?" She feels the worry creeping onto her features, and she doesn't want that. He has enough to worry about without feeling the need to take care of her. So, she lightens it- as quickly as she can. "Because even though I'm a girl, I can still do some damage. We could break your ankle- oh! or your knee. You'd get out of service, and you'd get to walk like a pirate. Or maybe we should try for a rib. If we do any damage to your legs, it could affect your dancing abilities, and the women of New York City would weep. So, what shall it be?"

[kingpreciouswrld]

Red

Pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Celebrity!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I started writing this for myself but some people actually wanted this so...here ;-; it's pretty self-indulgent for me. Idk what this is either and I'm rusty on the writing fics thing so please go easy on me 🙏🏽

*gif not mine*

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“Y/n! Over here!”

A blinding smile.

An even more blinding flash.

Red carpet events took a toll on you at times but they were necessary.

Your movie premiere was one of your firsts as an up and coming actor. You anticipated the lights but you never knew how hot the lights were until you were under them.

It took you a while to get to where you were now and you were proud of yourself. With someone as unique as yourself, you dealt with many hardships, many rejections but that never stopped you from pursuing your dreams of acting. Having trustworthy staff behind your back helped you as well. Their reassurances and their support helped you through the toughest of times and you couldn’t be more thankful.

A gentle hand was placed on the small of your back, your assistant, guiding you to your first interview of the night.

Sending a few more smiles toward the press, you walked up to the interviewer and gave them air kisses as they gushed over you, “Y/n! How are you tonight?”

You smiled and nodded, “I’m doing just fine! I'm really excited to be here really, how are you?”

“I’m doing great, thank you! What are some things you’re feeling right now? I know, I know you’re still fairly new to these outings. How are you dealing with everything? Do you feel any pressure on you at all?”

You paused a bit, thinking of your answer before you shrugged, “I mean…honestly? I’d rather be at home,” you laughed, “but I’m doing great, I have an amazing team with me tonight, I have amazing co-stars who are like family to me that are here, and I’m excited to meet new people. I don’t feel a lot of pressure on me to be honest, I’m just here to have fun and see our amazing film.”

The interviewer smiled, “That’s wonderful Y/n. Speaking of the film, who was your favorite person to work with on set? Now, I know you’ve worked with Florence the most so you can’t say her,” the reporter laughed.

Laughing, you put on a charming face for the camera, “Can’t I just say all of them?”

“Touché…and who is the person you are most looking forward to meeting tonight?”

Little did you know, one of your idols (and one of your celebrity crushes) had made their way onto the red carpet.

Gwendoline Christie. 

In all her glory, she made her way to the interviewers where she started to talk about the film you were in and how she was excited to see the finished product.

Essentially, Gwen was in the film with you but her part was smaller than yours and so you never saw each other on set. You knew she was a part of the cast and you’ve always been nervous to see her around so it was a bummer when you arrived to set one day to hear that she had just finished up her own filming. She filmed her part before heading out to take part in a few fashion shows and that was the last you heard of her recently.

“So Gwen, who was your favorite co-star to work with?”

The blonde answered immediately, “Now I haven’t worked with them directly but I was absolutely honored to be on the same cast as Y/n L/n. I’ve watched their works from the beginning and I’m in awe of their acting skills truly.”

“Well don’t look now but they’re just right over there.” The interviewer pointed out.

Just as Gwendoline looked towards you, you turned your head and looked towards her as well.

You gasped and grasped the hand of your assistant. To say you were nervous was an understatement. The woman in front of you towered you in her heels. She looked ethereal. The way her red dress contrasted against her alabaster skin. Her blonde locks were swept to the side and her makeup was regal.

Gwen saw how nervous you were and thought that you were just adorable. Even more so in person than what she saw in previous interviews.

The blonde reached her hand out and stepped towards you, “Hi lovely! I. Am. A. Huge. Fan. It’s such an honor to finally meet you!”

You took her hand and shook it, noticing how firm her grip was on yours.

“Thank you so much but I am the huge fan. I was close to seeing you on set once but you left before I arrived! It’s so amazing to meet you too! And where I’m from we do hugs,” you pulled her hand closer to you before you knew it, you were engulfed in a huge hug.

Warmth.

Safety.

That’s what you felt when you hugged Gwen. The blonde didn’t help your crush when she squeezed you a little tighter before letting go and wrapping an arm around your back.

Gwen turned to the reporter and made a shocked face while covering her mouth as if she couldn't believe she was with you. You saw her actions and laughed at how adorably cute she could be when she was playful.

You both answered some questions together all the while her arm was wrapped around your back. What you didn’t notice was that you unintentionally leaned into her but Gwen did and she held you a bit tighter.

“Alright well thank you, you two! It was an honor to meet you Gwen, and you as well Y/n! We can’t wait to see the film!”

With that being said, Gwendoline had gently guided you towards the back row to walk into the theater. The blonde moved her hand from around your back to holding your hand. 

“I’m so excited to be with you y/n, you have no idea! I’m in awe of you darling, really,” Gwen said as she squeezed your hand.

You had to lean your head up a bit to hear what she was saying, the crowd of press and paparazzi making it hard to hear. You squeezed her hand back and placed your other hand on top of hers, “I mean I can’t believe I finally got to meet you! I’ve loved your works and,” you stopped in front of her, looking up into ocean eyes, “watching you on the screen helped me realize that I want to act so, really, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

The blonde tsked and brought you in for another hug, “You are just the sweetest and most adorable little thing aren’t you? Thank you darling, I appreciate that,” she kissed the top of your head. 

After your little embrace, you felt taps on your shoulder, totally forgetting that you had your assistant with you.

“I’m happy for you y/n/n but we really need to get you to your other interviews before the movie starts,” your assistant said in your ear.

Gwen nodded in acknowledgment and pet your head, smoothing your hair down, “It’s alright darling, I’ll see you inside alright? You go and have some fun.” She said before sending you a blinding smile.

You watched in awe as you watched her and her assistant walk into the building, leaving you to walk in after her, heading towards your other press appearances for the night.

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A/N: Uhhhh yeah that's where I left it. I dunno, it took me a bit to finish it but I'm not that happy with this as a whole but I definitely want to write for Gwen more.

[melandrops]

Hi Melan!! :D I wanted to know if you could make a little goldenpunk drabble about Hobie and Pav about to go on a date and that hobie instead of showing up with his usual clothes shows up with a dress or skirt, it can be styled however you see fit. It's okay if you don't have time to do it, but thanks if you get to read the idea <3

Geat!! Of course :) This one kinda strayed from the prompt but it still features Hobie in a dress so I hope that is enough for you.

“Do you think we’re boring?”

The question comes out of nowhere. Hobie lounges on the bed while Pavitr sits at his desk, reviewing some paperwork he’d had to take home with him. Hobie plucks idly at his guitar, and Pavitr has long since grown used to the sound of it as background noise.

“Probably,” Pavitr replies absentmindedly, shifting his attention to a different set of forms.

Hobie grunts, and it doesn’t sound happy. Pavitr turns his attention to his boyfriend, who scowls into the bedsheets. The sight is enough to make him smile. “Why? Are you missing the glory days? When we would swing nonstop through the city and get in constant near death scrapes?”

Hobie makes a face that doesn’t entirely refute Pavitr’s assumptions. “I guess? Just seems a bit weird that I’m officially boring, now.”

“Well, we aren’t seventeen anymore. No need to be rushing off after the slightest taste of danger.”

30 hadn’t been a year either of them had really seen coming. But the new year had prompted conversations in the half dark, confessing to the desire for a future. The ensuing plans for what they wanted their lives to look like, keeping in mind that actually growing old together was a possibility that stopped seeming like a pipe dream.

“Yeah, but I mean, we could have fun without being idiots.”

Pavitr shrugs. “Did you have something in mind?”

At this, Hobie’s eyes light up. “I bet I could work something out. We could go on a date. A proper date.”

“A proper date, huh?”

“Yeah. I’ll get it all arranged. Don’t worry about it.”

Anticipation starts to make its way into Pavitr’s pulse, something he hasn’t felt in a good while. He grins and returns to his paperwork.

***

Where Hobie’s plans are concerned, Gwen and Miles often end up being dragged into it. Such is the way of life. Some things never change. So Gwen is the one to blindfold him and lead him through the city, insisting that he’s going to like the surprise. Miles is apparently helping Hobie set it up, which could be either incredibly romantic or the most disastrous thing Pavitr has seen since the Noodle Incident of five years ago. Who’s to say?

“You ready?” Gwen asks, her hand clasped in his. Pavitr nods, trepidation and eagerness alike sparking through his veins.

She whisks the blindfold off and the sight is enough to have Pavitr floored.

A picnic laid out on the rooftop. Gingham blankets and nice cheeses and a single red rose in a vase. It’s picturesque.

The view pales in comparison to the sight of Hobie. He wears a beautiful green dress, offsetting his skin tone in a way that feels nothing short of remarkable. The dress hugs his hips and waist but flares out at the base. All of a sudden Pavitr is 27 again, watching Hobie come out of the changing rooms in that dress shop a few weeks before Miles and Gwen’s wedding.

“Like it?” Hobie asks with a grin as he saunters over. The way the dress flutters around his thighs is enough to make any man weak in the knees.

“God,” Pavitr sighs, leaning in to kiss Hobie. He lets the kiss deepen, flicking his tongue out against his boyfriend’s. “You’re perfect.”

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Hobie replies with a raised eyebrow, and that teasing confidence has never changed in all their years. Pavitr kisses Hobie again.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Hobie chuckles. “Love you too, flower.”

[scarisd3ad]

The grabbed | vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter six

Warnings - mention of suicide, violence kidnappings, murder, pedophilia

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Gwen shot up in bed, panting. The number 7741 was racing through her thoughts. She had finally had another dream. It was a house, red, had a fence surrounding it, and had a tree in front. The number on the house was as 7741. This was the house she knew it. But she had to make sure it was actually the house. She had to make sure it was real.

"Gwenny it's time to wake up." Her father said knocking on her door. Gwen pealed her sheets off of her body and turned her body so that her feet were dangling off her bed. The only thing in her way was going to school. So she decided that she was going to go straight to looking for that house after school. She was determined to find out who the hell was taking all these kids.

Gwen got out of bed and picked out her clothes and got dressed before walking out and into the kitchen. Her brother Finney was already at the table eating a bowl of cereal rather loudly. "You think you could slurp that a little louder? I don't think they can hear you up In boulder" their father said as he peaked behind his news paper. This was a daily accorance for Finney, it seemed like he could never just remember not to slurp. Gwen wanted to reduce the chance of her getting shouted at so she decided on so she decided on a piece of toast.

The entire walk to school both Finney and Gwen were as quite as mice, until they stopped at both y/n and Vance's missing posters taped to a fence side by side. "Have you had any of those dreams Gwen?" Finn asked staring at the missing posters. "Yeah" she mumbled, "they're gonna find her" Finn reassured himself. "They're going to find her." He repeated before he began to continued the walk. Gwen hadn't known how much Finney had liked y/n until a few weeks ago when he started talking about her a lot. It confused Gwen because the two only really talked between class periods, maybe Finn was just too shy and flustered to talk to the girl.

"Are you alright Finney?" Gwen asked as she caught up to her brother. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I?" He said. "You know with y/n" she said quietly, "I'm fine Gwen don't worry about me"

"But finne-"

"I'm FINE" Finney replied as he sped up his walking. Gwen sighed as she followed after her brother towards school. She knew her brother hadn't been okay, his friend had gone missing. A friend he just happened to really liked.

"Finney wait up!"

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Bruce was in a similar situation as Finney. Grief over took his life, his thoughts were about y/n and nothing else. He didn't know if she had died but he knew it was very likely that she had. He tried his best to keep his spirits up, he really did. He put up missing posters, and looked everywhere with his mother and father. No one had seen her. His parents tried to help him, he was starting to become depressed, and anxiety ridden.

"Bruce hun you've gotta go" Mrs. Yamada said as she sat down next to her half asleep son. "I don't want to" Bruce mumbled into his pillow. "I know it's hard for you honey but you have to, we can go out...and look some more after school if you want." She offered. Bruce nodded and turned around, "can you maybe pick me up early?" Normally his mom wouldn't. The yamadas really prioritized education, like every family but she knew what her son was going through so she allowed it. "Yeah, that's fine..just hurry up and get ready you sister doesn't want to be late" Bruce nodded and muttered "mhm" into the pillow. Mrs yamada rubbed Bruce's arm lightly before getting up and leaving the room. Once Bruce had heard the door close he groaned and sat up. He stood up and walked over to his dresser. He stared into the mirror that sat over the dresser. He had large dark circles and tear stained cheeks. His normally smoothed out and styled hair was a mess. He looked miserable because he was. He was miserable without his best friend. He didn't think he'd ever be able to live without y/n. If they ever found out that y/n died bruce had told himself he'd kill himself. He knew y/n would disagree with his decision, y/n would tell him he was stupid and she'd be fine, she be fine without him. He be fine without her, that he needed to stay, for Amy, for his mom and dad. But he didn't think he could, he wouldn't be fine without her.

he wouldn't he just wouldn't.

How could he even be able to, he'd never even spent more than a couple days without y/n. What would he do without her, who would he go to the movies with, or the park. who would sit and watch his baseball games when no one else could make it. Who would throw the ball so he could practice his batting. Who would be there for him.

Yeah he had other friends, but none of them were like y/n. None of them. They were all popular and cared more their popularity than anything else. But y/n she was just her, and that was enough for him. She didn't have to pretend to like his stupid friends, or pretend to tolerate his sister. She just had to be her stubborn beautiful self and he'd always love her. Platonically of course, but Bruce had even starting to rethink the platonic part about their relationship until y/n had go missing.

Bruce groaned as he buried his face into his hands. Why did he have to be going through this, why did she have to go missing. Why her, why not him! Why couldn't the grabber take him instead of her. Bruce groaned as tears rolled down his cheeks, before he wiped them. He took a deep breath in before exhaling shakily. He then slowly dragged open his top drawer and picked out something to wear.

Once Bruce and Amy were ready and down stairs their mother drove them to school. Most parents weren't happy to add another thing to the list of things they had to do before work, but it was better than your child going missing right?

Bruce sat in the front his cheek pressed against the glass. The glass cold against his cheek. It was early October so it was just starting to get cold. "Did you bring those missing posters?" Mrs yamada asked Bruce. He nodded his cheek dragging against the glass. It seemed like the yamadas cared more about finding y/n than the shaws. Max cared yeah but he was drowning himself in endless heaps of coke and vodka. Dawn cared too, she stayed with max and Albert for the week, she put up missing posters from time to time, and helped look, but she had a job, her husband and 2 year old up and Durango as well. while albert didn't care, at all. The yamadas were constantly involved in the search for y/n, as well as constantly putting up missing posters, when a certain somebody took them down.

"I'll pick you up at 12:30."

"What?!" Amy shrieked from the back seat, "you're picking him up early?!" She griped. "The police are conducting another search bruce is going to help" Mrs yamada replied softly. Amy huffed "I wanna help, y/n was my friend too!" Amy didn't understand she was just too young to help. "She’s my best friend, and You're not old enough" Bruce muttered back in response. "I'm 11" Amy muttered before dropping it.

Mrs yamada pulled up to the schools drop off without anymore bickering from her children. "I'll see you two later, I love you!" Mrs yamada called out as both children got out of the car. "Love you!" Amy replied as she sprinted towards the front door.

Bruce walked slowly up to the door, "hey bro!" One of Bruce's baseball friends Ryan said as he walked up next to bruce. "Hey" bruce said quietly, "you're finally back! We've missed you!" Bruce nodded but continued walking towards the door. "How've you been?" Bruce shrugged "fine...I guess" Ryan nodded. "How can we get your spirits up huh? We want normal bruce back" Ryan said patting Bruce's back. "I don't kno-"

"Hey bruce! Bruce yamada!" Bruce quickly turned around to see Gwen blake standing near the end of the sidewalk. "I'll see you later ry" bruce muttered before walking towards the young girl. "What?" Bruce asked as he made it over to Gwen. "I think I know where y/n is" Bruce furrowed his eyebrows together "what?"

"I think I know the house y/n's in i just need to make sure it's right. Do you want to come with me?"

"What do you mean?" He asked his head cocked to the side. "I have dreams and sometimes they're real..now do you want to come or what?"

"Yes, yes of course" Bruce replied. Gwen rolled her eyes and said "okay then meet me at my house after school" before pushing past him and walking towards the school. Bruce sighed softly before turning back around and also walking back towards school.

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The search had been a fail yet again. The police were already starting to think she was dead. They were looking for a body rather than a live person. Now bruce has begun to ride his bicycle through the light October rain towards the Blake's house. He didn't really believe Gwen about her dreams, but if this was going to helped them find her he was in.

He pulled up to the small house to see Gwen stood outside, with a yellow rain coat on, and her bike parked next to her. "You ready?" She asked, Bruce nodded as the girl dragged her bike over towards Bruce before hopping in. "What was the house number?" Bruce asked.

"7741 it's red with a tree in front"

Bruce had recognized that number and house description, but he didn't know where from. Bruce nodded and both kids began their hunt through the streets of their Denver suburb. They counted the house numbers out loud sometimes pointing out houses that were similar but all didn't have the number until one. One on cherry street across the street from the shaws house.

Both kids came to a slow stop in front of the house, "is that it?" Bruce asked Gwen as she stared at the house. Gwen nodded slowly, "yeah."

Bruce turned his head towards the house across the street, sat in the driveway was alberts black van. "Is that a black van?" Gwen asked, Bruce turned back towards the girl and nodded "yeah why? that's just her uncles."

"My dreams...I saw a black van."

"Bruce? What're you doing out in this rain?"

Bruce quickly snapped around to see a very wet Albert Shaw, it was as if he had been standing out here for hours. "I- we were just riding our bikes" Bruce whispered. "Ah" Albert muttered, "I- I um didn't see you at the search." Albert nodded and carded his fingers through his hair.

"It's just too depressing, you know. Miss her so much, I'd just go into another spiral if I did" Bruce's gut told him albert was lying. Just something, he didn't seem genuine at all, he had a tiny smirk on his lips. If you'd blink you'd miss it, but it was there. "Ye-yeah I know how you feel. Barely been able to get out of bed" Bruce chuckled akwardly.

"How bout you two come inside, I'll drive you guys home." Bruce shook his head, "we're alright, our parents would get pissed if we did you know with the missing children."

Albert rolled his eyes, "yeah but your mom knows me bruce, and I know you're father Gwendolyn I work with him. They wouldn't be mad."

Gwen shook her head "we're fine!" She said harshly. "Let's go Bruce" she said as she hopped back on her bike properly and started to peddle away. Bruce followed still looking back at Albert with his sneaky, sadistic grin on his face.

"It's him" Bruce whispered, "what?" Gwen asked her brows furrowing together. "The grabber, he's the grabber. I just know it."

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Both kids showed back up at the blake house sopping wet. water dripped off of both of them and onto the kitchen tial as Gwen stood next to the telephone. Phone in hand as she listened to the phone ring. After a few rings the secretary at the police station picked up.

"Hello Denver police department, this is Barbara how may I help you?" The lady on the other end said in a stereotypical costumer service voice. "Um hi I just wanted to talk to detective wright or detective walker?" The lady on the other end sighed as Gwen fiddled with the cord. "I'm sorry ma'am but neither are here currently, and they aren't gonna be back till around 8 tomorrow morning" Gwen groaned "okay fine can you just tell them this is Gwendolyn blake and it's an emergency" before she slammed the phone back onto the receiver.

"What'd they say?" Bruce asked, from his seat at the dinning table. "They're not there we're gonna have to wait till the morning" Gwen sighed as she sat across from Bruce. Bruce groaned "we can't wait till the morning he could kill her in that time!" Bruce whispered.

"Bruce?"

Both Gwen and Bruce turned to face Finney who stood in the hallway. "What are you doing here?"

"We were just riding bikes Finn" Finney furrowed his eyebrows together, questioning why someone his age was hanging out with his 11 year old sister but decided to shrug and walk back towards his room. "So tomorrow come here first, we'll call and then go towards the house. K?"

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"What do you even keep down there Al?" Dawn asked. Both Albert, and dawn sat at the dining table talking. It was about 8 o'clock at night, and the next day dawn had to go back home, so why not try and catch up with your ex brother-in-law. "Nothing..nothing that should interest you" Albert said as he took a sip of his beer. Dawn furrowed her eyebrows, "how are you doing, you know with y/n" albert asked changing the subject. "I don't...I guess I'm just kind of numb. Didn't think he'd let that happen to her" she whispered. "I know max can be a bit of a Jackass sometimes. I've been trying to get him quit and stuff but he just won't" Albert whispered back as he leaned back in his chair. Dawn nodded slowly, "if they find her, I'm thinking of going for full custody"

They weren't going to find her, Albert was sure of it. He was going to kill her, and they'd give up on the search. But he still had to pretend. "You-you'd still let her see me right?" Albert stuttered out. Dawn chuckled lightly "of course she adores you." Albert grinned "I'm her favorite uncle."

"You're her only uncle Al" she laughed.

"I still wanna know what you keep down there Al." Dawn pried "you don't" Al whispered. Dawn furrowed her eyebrows together "I'm going to bed" Albert quickly said before getting up and walking towards. Dawn furrowed her eyebrows together as her eyes followed albert down the hall. Albert had been acting rather strange and well suspicious during the time dawn had been here.

Once she heard alberts bedroom door close she stood up and slowly began to walk towards the stairwell. She stood at the top of the steps and gazed down at the large metal door at the bottom. She sighed before she started down the step. Once she was at the middle of the stairwell she fell a sharp pain in her back. She tried to turn around but she couldn't. "I really liked you dawn" she heard before the person behind her pushed her causing her to tumble down the stairs. She hissed as she landed on her back now seeing Albert above her. A knife in hand, and a mask covering his face. "But you're too nosy" he said as he began to stalk towards her. "Al-albert?" She stuttered out.

Albert chuckled as he kneeled down next to the whimpering woman. "I'm sorry" he whispered before raising the knife over his head "please don't do this al" dawn cried out before he plunged the knife down into her chest causing her to let out a loud scream. Albert was grateful max was out with his friends because she was being obnoxiously loud. "Shut the hell up she's gonna hear you" Albert whispered as he continued to drive the knife into her until she was no longer screaming, or moving. He groaned as he stood up discarding the knife onto the floor. The knife clattering as it hit the floor. "God dammit" he muttered as he looked down at his now blood soaked clothing.

He bent over and picked up dawns now lifeless body and walking back up the stairs. He lied her down onto the dinning table before walking out to his back yard to grab his rolling garbage can that he normally transported his dead victims from this house to the one he buried them in. He quickly stuffed the body into the can and cleaned all the blood off of him he could before dragging the can over to the other house.

He dug the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door before dragging the can inside and closing the door back. He opened the can back up and picked her body back up before quickly walking towards the basement. He hurriedly buried her before getting out of there. He couldn't risk being seen.

-

Y/N's pov

Vance and I sat on the mattress when we heard a loud thud outside the door. Vance was half asleep but he quickly jolted awake. "What was that?" Vance whispered. I shrugged "dunno" I secretly hoped it was someone to help us. I wasn't confident I was able to kill him. Then I heard it a shrill scream. Someone screaming bloody murder outside the door. If it was someone to help them they weren't going to help anymore. I flinched and scooter closer towards Vance. It was a woman I could tell from the high pitched screams

I buried my head into Vance's shoulder trying to block out the noise. Then suddenly it stopped. Silence. For about 20 minutes before we heard the metal door open.

"Who was screaming?" I asked as Albert stepped into the room. His hair damp so he had obviously tooken a shower. "What screaming?" He asked I could hear the smirk through his voice. "I heard someone screaming. Who was it?" Albert began to walk towards Vance and I. He kneeled down "none of your business" he whispered in my ear. His breath was hot against my ear dispite his mask blocking some of his mouth.

Vance tensed up next to me. I stuttered as albert pulled away from me. "Did you kill them?" I whispered hesitantly. He chuckled but didn't answer the question, he just brought his hand up to my cheek. He caressed my cheek softly with he thumb before whispering "you're so pretty when you're scared" I screwed my eyes shut trying to throw away the nausea and unconsciousness I felt. "Are you gonna kill us?" I asked impulsively. He laughed again. "You?maybe. him? Definitely."

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wildest dreams

peter parker x fem!readed

tags: angst, not rlly that sad it’s just a little blurb i thought of ig

your relationship with peter was rocky to say the least. you both loved each other so much, but when you loved someone you loved them fully. that was something that always scared peter because he was never used to someone sticking around after everything that he had gone through. his trauma with losing his uncle ben gave him some pretty nasty scars so he always assumed at some point it would become too much and you’d leave.

your relationship was something you’d always cherish. you both had dreams about leaving brooklyn and building a house somewhere in the country, children of your own and peace and quiet.

some part of you held hope that he’d come back to you even after everything but you knew his choice to cheat on you with gwen still held a bitter taste on your tongue and you’d never be able to look at him the same way again.

for peter, even after trying to make gwen and his relationship work all he could think about was you, the way your eyes would crinkle when you laughed and when you smiled your eyes seemed to sparkle.

his thoughts were plagued by you, his every thought was about you and he couldn’t find himself to hate it. he missed you and he couldn’t deny it but he knew he had fucked everything up beyond belief.

his fondest memory was when he had taken you on date to the park where you had worn a beautiful pink dress, you two had spent the afternoon talking, cuddling and talking about your futures. you had worn this magnificent red lipstick that stained his lips for days after your date.

his heart felt full around you and that moment, looking into your eyes as you laid on the blanket, the sun gleaming on your face he knew that you were his future.

you had moved on, after school you had moved away from brooklyn choosing to start your life somewhere new, memories of peter were everywhere in your everyday life so you chose to make new ones in the country.

you had indeed built the life you and peter had always talked about but this one excluded him. you were content with your life in texas.

somewhere on a skyscraper in brooklyn, new york spider-man stood looking out into the sunset reminiscent of what could’ve been.

[unreadpoppy]

Wash My Dreams Away - Chapter 4

Raphael x Tav (Gwen)

Read on AO3

Chapter 3

A/N: another chapter of idk what the F i'm doing with this fic but fuck it, we ball. Also I feel like....like I might slowly turn this into a halsin fic...

edit: I changed the name of the fic from Brown Eyes to Wash My Dreams Away

Gwen didn’t know what to do.

She stood there, alone in the docks, brows furrowed. Deep down, she had expected that the conversation would lead to that - that her dreams meant nothing and she shouldn’t be so worried about it.

But Gwen was upset. Walking towards the edge of the pier, she sat down, her feet dangling above the water. She looked out and began thinking: why did these dreams bother her this much?

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.

“There you are.” She heard Halsin. The druid sat down next to her, crossing his legs. “People were starting to wonder where you’ve been.”

“I’ve been here.” She shrugged. “Just…looking at the water.”

The elf examined her for a moment. “Are you quite alright?”

Gwen sighed. “Yes. No. I…I don’t know.” She looked at him, frowning. “Can I trust you with something?”

“Of course.”

The tiefling took a deep breath. “I spoke with Raphael. He said he knew nothing and that dreams were meaningless.” She rubbed her face. “And sure, he’s probably right but I just…” She groaned, frustrated. “These dreams, they bother me. They make me feel things and I don’t know what to do about it.” Gwen looked at the elf. “I feel so confused.” He noticed how her eyes had begun to fill with tears.

Halsin placed a warm hand on her shoulder. “Gwen. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Try to clear your head.” He said.

She closed her eyes, sighed, and then sat up straighter, breathing deeply and then exhaling. Gwen repeated that a couple more times and then opened her eyes again.

“Good.” The druid smiled softly. “Maybe it would help if you started from the beginning. The first night you had one of these, what were your thoughts, your feelings about it?” He paused, momentarily. “From there, we could try to figure out what the root of the matter is.”

“Alright.” She took another deep breath. “In that first dream, I remember feeling…inadequate, out of place. I was in this unknown room, wearing my dirty clothes and everyone else was just…looking and snickering at me.” Her brows furrowed. “Although I know now that it was a dream… then, it felt real, Halsin. I felt like I was really there, so much so that I woke up tired.”

“I believe you.” He said in a comforting tone.

She nodded. “After that, I felt suffocated. As if the people would swallow me whole.” Gwen shook her head. “In a way, I think that’s a bit how I feel in real life.”

Halsin looked at her confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…when I lived with my mother, my whole life was our house and her. And then I left everything behind to go explore the world but I didn’t really connect with anyone.” The tiefling sighed. “I grew up in the woods, so when I got to the city, I felt like an outsider. There was always something I never heard of, something that I said that wasn’t appropriate. I traveled with some people for a time but we don’t even keep in touch anymore.” She raised her hands. “Hells, sometimes I think the only thing that keeps our little group together are these tadpoles.”

He nodded along to what she said, allowing the sorcerer to figure things out on her own. “For the most part, I felt alone in the world. Sometimes I’d feel even worse, when I remembered I essentially abandoned the only person that had ever cared for me.” Gwen looked at him.

“I guess that blended with the dream. That feeling of not knowing what to do, of being judged for what I didn’t know.” She looked down, playing with her long nails. “I wished there was someone to come rescue me, a knight in shining armor or a prince, like the ones I used to read and fantasize about as a child.” Gwen paused, taking a deep breath. “And he did appear, dressed elegantly in red and with a fox mask. He made everyone else go away and held my hand and danced with me.”

Before she continued, she asked “Do you promise not to judge me for what I’ll say next.”

Halsin raised a brow. “You shouldn’t be worried about judgment when we have such a queer group of people in our camp.” They both chuckled. “But I promise. You may continue in peace.”

“Thank you.” She looked down. “When I was young, by biggest dream was to be courted like the princesses in the stories. And I think…that’s what I felt, in my dreams. I felt…beautiful, desired. And maybe I should be ashamed about it, because he is a devil but it felt good.”

Gwen raised her head, her eyes meeting Halsin’s. She placed a hand over her chest. “It felt good to be desired by this, at first, mysterious man, whose attention was solely on me. Who made me feel beautiful like I never had before. I was feeling…attracted to him.” She paused, the realization of everything coming to her. “And I think that’s what scares me. That I’m falling for this ridiculous devil, whom I barely know because of some silly dreams.”

She leaned forwards and took Halsin’s hands. “But tell me, Halsin. What do you do if the dreams are meaningless but the feelings are real?”

The druid looked at her, deep in her eyes. “To be quite honest with you, this is a very…new situation to me. What I can say is - you cannot control your feelings, and that shouldn’t be a source of shame to you. What matters is how we act upon them, and as far as I know, you were not…throwing yourself into the arms of this devil.” She chuckled at that remark. “You are a remarkable woman, Gwendolyn Gray. Should these dreams bother you again, I hope you’ll feel safe enough to share them with me. I’ll keep my promise.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Full name, huh?” It was his turn to chuckle. Gwen smiled and shook her head. “Thank you, Halsin.” Not knowing how to further express her gratitude, she leaned forwards and hugged him as tight as she could.

When they returned to camp, Gwen felt lighter, as if a weight had been removed from her shoulder. When she went to sleep that night, she sighed contentedly. That peace of mind she was feeling, however, would not last long.

[angelynmoon]

Morgana wakes up screaming, she doesn't often wake like this, not anymore but the Dream was so devistating she can't help it.

Leon burst into the room, her guard most of the time, switching off with Percival, his partner, usually Elyan, has likely gone to fetch Merlin, Arthur, and Gwen.

Leon wraps his arms around her, she's shaking, Morgana realizes as he pets her hair and wipes her tears. She can't stop them, not after what she just Saw.

Part of her knows it won't come to pass, Morgause is dead, she was cut down by a Dragonfire Blade and then they burned and scattered her ashes, she'd be the last sorcerer without a grave.

But the Dream was so Real that Morgana knows, she knows that in another life, filled with different choices, this Dream came to pass.

"Morgana?" Arthur calls as he and Gwen enter the room, dressed in their nightcloths and dressing gowns.

Morgana looks at them, reaching for Gwen, wanting the comfort she always offered after such a Dream.

Gwen takes Leon's place, pulling her close as Leon goes to speak with Arthur, he will not leave the room, even after Morgana goes back to sleep, he never does and she finds it comforting in a different way than Gwen's presence.

Merlin and Lancelot both arrive, in a similar state of undress, though both have trousers on and Merlin is wearing Lancelot's shirt while Lancelot isn't wearing one.

"Morgana?" Merlin asks, going straight to her, sitting next to her, "Are you alright?"

Morgana nods, she is, it was just terrifying to see what she could have done if Merlin had never Knighted Lancelot, she knows that that is the main difference.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Merlin." Morgana says and she reaches for him in a way she hasn't since he poisoned her.

Merlin pulls her into his arms and rocks her a little, like he sometimes does for Ellie and Effie, like she's his child amd Morgana likes it, Uthur never held her like this, not when it mattered and she can't recall Goloris or her Mother doing so either.

"It's okay, I'm here, you're safe, Morgana." Merlin whispers into her hair and Morgana knows it, can feel Merlin's Magic engulfing her in protection, even with her own still locked away.

"Merlin, we need to know what she Dreamed." Lancelot says gently as he sits opposite Merlin on the bed, one hand pressing against Merlin's back while the other pets her hair.

Morgana shakes her head, "It doesn't happen, not here." She tells them.

Morgana doesn't get Dreams from other worlds often, most of her Dreams are from this life, the one she can shape with her own actions, but sometimes, sometimes the Dreams of other lives leak through, ones she can See but cannot do anything about.

She has learned how to tell these Dreams from the others, it's simple enough once she knew of the possibilities, it's always something little that marks the difference, like Arthur having red hair, or Merlin being an actual Girl, (Merlin's always in love with Lancelot though, that never changes,) or Morgause being alive.

Like in this Dream.

"We still need to know, it may not happen the same way, but it could be a variation." Merlin told her gently.

Arthur made a curious noise and Merlin looked at him.

"Morgana doesn't always Dream of this timeline, sometime she sees the results of different choices." Merlin explained.

"I killed Lancelot." Morgana whispered and clung to Merlin, "I'm sorry, it was supposed to be Arthur, it was supposed to be Emrys. I'm sorry."

"Oh." Lancelot said, blinked and then looked at Merlin.

"Oh?" Merlin questioned.

Lancelot placed his hand on Merlin's cheek, "There is no life where I would allow you to die before me." Lancelot looked down at Morgana, "I sacrificed myself for him, didn't I?"

Morgana nodded, "Such a noble knight, I ruined you. I brought you back and I ruined you."

Morgana began to sob again.

Merlin began rocking her again humming softly.

Distantly Morgana heard Lancelot tell Arthur that they'd find out more at a proper hour and she felt Merlin shift them around so he could lean against her headboard, Lancelot settling beside him, pressing his hand to her hair again, petting it gently while Gwen made herself comfortable on her other side.

Quiet chirps announced the arrival of Efgie and Ellie and they settled at their feet after Merlin rumbled at them.

For the first time since she'd dmstarted having Dreams, Morgana felt safe in their aftermath, it made her wonder just what it would have been like to have a Father like Lancelot, like Merlin

--

A/n: so um, yeah, Morgana dreams of the Darkest hour episodes and the Shade!Lancelot episode because this needed angst so we could have Morgana getting some cuddles.

A small part of me wants de-aged Morgana because she deserves a real do-over and Merlin and Lancelot deserve to raise a kid but also my brain wants Ellie and Effie to see Merlin going back and forth between Dragon and Human and going, "yeah, lets do that too" and Merlin and Lancelot get twins, although thinking about it doing both would be funny... but alas, we'll see.

[verstappen-cult]

Hi Gwen, I really like your story. Can I ask for a lestappen x reader where they are going out together (shopping or date). Then when Max and Charles leave them for a bit, someone tries to hit on the reader but she's oblivious about it? Thank you!

“You think this would fit me?” You ask Charles, blue dress in hand. “But I want it in green.” Your boyfriend didn’t even have a chance to answer before you turned around, looking for something else. 

“I like how blue looks on you.” Max says, sitting next to an annoyed Charles. 

You’ve been shopping for the upcoming trip you’ve planned for summer break. They were excited to come with you at first, even though you insisted on going alone, so now they have a choice but to follow you around until you find everything you need. 

“That’s just because blue it’s your team color.” Charles huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “She looks prettier in Ferrari red.”

“Can you stop being so whiny?” Charles sticks his tongue out, leaning against Max. 

“Why don’t we go for something to drink, uh?” Your boyfriend says, wrapping an arm around the Monégasque’s shoulders. “Will you be okay?” 

“Can you get me an Iced Latte, please?” You look at him beneath your lashes as he stands up, dragging Charles with him. 

You decide to try on the blue dress just because Max likes it when you wear blue clothes. On your way to the changing room you spot a red strapless top and you grab it too. Making them happy is that easy. 

In the end, you like both items and there’s no doubt you’ll buy them, but you still want the dress in green. As you get out of the changing room, wanting to ask a saleslady if they have it in other colors, you bump into a young man which causes you to drop the clothes onto the floor. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” You’re quick to apologize. The stranger looks up from his cellphone, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. However, once he sees you, his expression relaxes and a smirk appears on his face. 

“Don’t worry. It was my fault, I was looking at my phone.” He crouches down in front of you, picking up the clothes. He scans the items very carefully before giving them back to you. “Good choice.”

“Thank you, I really like them.” You say, happy that someone thinks they’re pretty. Maybe he’ll buy them for his girlfriend too. 

“I’m sure you’ll look hot in that dress.”

You don’t know what to say or how to react. Most times you ignore what men say to you, other times you thank them when they have good intentions or you know they're fans that respect you. But this man doesn't give you good vibes, not with the way he’s smiling at you with his eyes running over every curve in your body. 

He takes a step closer, and you want to throw up. What kind of perfume is he using? 

“You can use it on our date.” He says it with so much confidence you want to laugh in his face, but you don’t do it because that wouldn’t be very wise of you. However, you still hear someone laughing behind you. 

You don’t have to turn around to see who it is, you can recognize that laugh anywhere. 

“Who told you she wants to go out with you?” You feel Max’s warm body behind you, his hand finding your waist in a very possessive way.

Charles keeps laughing, which is drawing the attention of everyone in the shop. 

“I’m sorry,” He says, wiping imaginary tears as he stands next to Max. “Does that really work out for you? Because it’s awful, mate.”

“You should really think about changing the way you approach women.” Max’s voice is dripping with venom, and you instinctively lean closer. 

“Waiting for them outside the changing room, really? Pretending to not see her?” Charles is not laughing anymore, he looks pissed. “She’s taken, by the way.”

The stranger looks between Charles and Max, recognition crossing his features. 

“I’m so sorry!” He apologizes, his whole attitude changing in a minute. “I wouldn’t dream of hitting on your girlfriend. Never.”

Max laughs, but ignores him. “Are you done, schatje?” 

“Yes, but I was trying to ask someone if they have it in green when… well.”

“Let’s go see, then.” Max gives you a pat on your ass, making you giggle and walk away from the still very shocked guy. 

“Oh,” Charles says, making you and Max turn around to see what’s happening. He’s a few feet away from the stranger, walking in your direction but looking at the man standing right where you left him. “Think about changing your perfume too. You stink.”

[moonshysims]

Sims 4 Next Top Model - Episode 1 | Red Carpet

Hello everyone and welcome to the episode 1 of Sims 4 Next Top Model! The last episode we met our 13 contestants and our Jury, but this week the competetion begins, and today we will say goodbye to one of our contestants.

but first of all, we have a new contestant! Let’s meet her

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Marigold Jackson

Marigold resided in the rural, southern town of Fairhope, Alabama. Living with her grandmother, she always had a quiet life. However, she has craved the expression and dramatics of fashion that she saw every once in a while on her TV since she was little. Now twenty-three and her grandma having just passed away, she was left a will of great money and a note telling to achieve anything she wanted. Determined to reach her own goals and the wish of her grandmother, Marigold then departed her small town and headed onward to the “City of Dreams”— New York City. A model is what she aims to become, and she will give it her all.

Now, let’s i will show you the photoshoot the contestants did forthe first week with the theme “Red Carpet

Crystal

Destiny

Fawn Evergreen

Gemini Walker

Gwen Stone

Jude Kiraz

Mariana Tancini

Marigold Jackson

Maximous

Medina

Nadja Ivanov

Sohee Jang

Sophia Solano

Victoria Seacrest

And that’s all the contestants, all of them were great! it will be very sad to say goodbye to one of them :((

Now, adding the ranks of all the judges I will say the final ranking of the first round!

The first one is...

Mariana!

That means, the only two who haven’t been called yet are Sohee and Victoria, sadly one of them will leave us today...

The last one in being called is...

Victoria!

That means sadly, Sohee is the first eliminated of Sims 4 Next Top Model.

Sohee, Thank you so much for having participate, we will miss u 💖

And congratulations to Mariana for being first place this round!

Now, i will announce the next theme! the theme will be...

“Modern Fairy tale” You will have to dress as a fairy tale character but in a modern way. The deadline will be the saturday, june 4.

 If you have any questions about the theme, don’t doubt asking me :))

This has been all for the Episode one of SIms 4 Next Top Model! See you next week!

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

IMMACULATE (2024)

This stars Sydney Sweeney, who is also in “Madame Web” (2024)!  A few weeks ago someone posted a picture of her cleavage and said “THIS WILL DESTROY WOKEISM AARRGHH RRAAARGHH YAAARGH!”  Conservatives, reactionaries, and trolls loved it, because they don’t know what “woke” means. 

So, yes, Sydney Sweeney is Sister Cecilia.  But before we get to her we have Sister Mary.  At some time in the past, she tries to sneak out of her convent, but the nuns capture her and break her leg.  They bury her alive.  We hear her scream as the title card rolls.

Finally, Sister Cecilia arrives in Italy to join the same convent!  Naturlich, she hasn’t bothered to learn Italian.  I mean, if I knew I were going to live for an extended time in a foreign country I would be using Duolingo, Babbel, and Rosetta Stone, but she’s an American so she can’t be bothered.  The convent is in a beautiful old villa built over catacombs, and the sisters there care for older, retired sisters living out their final years.  Cecilia meets Isabelle, who is a bit of a dick toward her, and Isabella tells her that’s it’d be ok to leave: “God will forgive you.”  Cecilia is determined to stay.  She also meets Sister Gwen.  Also, we have Father Sal, who invited her to join the convent in the first place. 

Cecilia takes her vows and kisses the cardinal’s ring.  Afterwards, she wanders into the chapel where she finds a nun with a red cloth pulled tightly across her face, like a mask.  Mother Superior finds Cecilia and shows her the convent’s relic, a holy nail that was used to crucify Jesus.  (Strange how there’s a bunch of these nails all across Europe!)  Cecilia touches the nail and passes out, most likely in a religious fervor.  Soon after, she has a freaky dream, of being stabbed by the nuns, and she then experiences a training montage of performing her nun-ly duties at the convent.

Cecilia is bathing in her dress with the other nuns and vomits!  She goes to the doctor, who takes a urine sample.  Next thing she knows, she’s being bustled to the cardinal and Father Sal and the mother superior, and they’re asking if she’s ever had sex with a man.  She insists no!  They perform a vaginal ultrasound and confirm that Cecilia is pregnant.  Instead of reasonably assuming that she’s just a filthy liar who fucks, everyone accepts her conception as a miracle of god.  They drape her in beautiful robe and a headdress of flowers and everyone is amazed.

We jump forward a bit and Cecilia is still suffering from morning sickness, but she also spits out a tooth!  Soon after, Sister Isabelle, she who was mean to Cecilia, tries to drown her in the tub!  “It should have been me!” Isabelle shouts, which isn’t strange at all.  The convent doctor looks Cecilia over afterwards, and Cecilia wants to go to a real hospital, but Father Sal and the doctor put her off, which still isn’t strange.  A little bit later, Cecilia is walking through the courtyard when Sister Isabelle throws herself off the roof and lands on her face.  They roll the body toward us and we can see mostly pulp.  On the way to bury the body, Sister Gwen freaks out and yells at the other nuns, and they drag her away.  Cecilia wanders about that night and finds a file they have about her, with news clippings and a picture of her chromosomes.  She goes outside to peek into a shed, where the nuns cut off Gwen’s tongue! 

A scene later, Cecilia is screaming in bed with blood around her hips and pelvis.  Father Sal has to take her to the hospital at that point, but the mother superior is crying over the bloody sheets when she discovers  a dead chicken!  Cecilia faked the emergency.  The mother superior calls Father Sal, who stops the car.  Cecilia tries to run away, but they catch her.  Back at the convent, Father Sal wheelchairs Cecilia down to his lab.  He explains that has some genetic material on the Holy Nail , and they’ve been trying to create a clone of Jesus, using the the nuns as surrogates.  He shows her deformed fetuses in jars, but he’s sure that the fetus within Cecilia will be fine.  He then brands a cross on each of her feet.

Cecilia is basically locked up after that.  As her due date approaches, the doctor and the mother superior are performing another ultrasound, and the doctor leaves them alone.  Cecilia bashes in the mother superior’s face with a cross and escape the room, but then her water breaks!  She next finds and kills the cardinal by throttling him with some rosary beads.  She then steals the Holy Nail and goes down to Father Sal’s lab.  She pours about some flammable liquid, but he catches her.  She manages to escape and sort of sets the lab on fire, but he escapes the conflagration and chases Cecilia into the catacombs! 

In a decent chase scene, Cecilia manages to evade the father in the dark maze.  She finds Gwen’s dead body, and then sees a hole leading outside.  But then Father Sal grabs her.  He drags her back and begins to cut the fetus out of her, but Cecilia stabs him in the neck with the Holy Nail (bet Jesus never expected that!) and kills him.  She crawls outside, but then she gives birth, plopping the child out on the ground.  We don’t see it, as the camera stays right on her bloody face, and she severs the umbilical with her own teeth.  We hear the child wheezing and…growling at her feet.  She then grabs a rock and bashes it to death.  That’s how the movie ends, with Sydney Sweeney performing a post-birth abortion.  This is the world liberals want, people!

“Immaculate” joins a long line of “nunsploitation” movies.  Most of these are…salacious in nature, but a few are a horror movies.  The last one I saw was “The Nun” (2018), which I barely remember at all, it made such a slight impression on me.  We also have “The First Omen” (2024), another nun horror movie, but I haven’t seen that yet.  All of these movies are, of course, placed in their own context.  This movie, “Immaculate,” features a woman who loses her bodily autonomy to an organization with its own designs.  Our context is a country where women’s autonomy is subservient to an actually small segment of the population who believe that these uppity females should just shut up and do as they’re told.  Sydney Sweeney plays confusion pretty well, so that would be an understandable reaction, both to the plot and the world at large, but perhaps the rage at the climax would be more suitable.

[metalandmagi]

Can someone please explain to me why everyone seems to hate this movie (apart from the fact that it's an Amazon original)? Because I've watched it twice now, and I think it's tons of fun. I'm not really a Camilla Cabello fan, but I'll watch this movie a hundred times over the live action Disney one from 2015 that everyone else seems to like for some reason.

It's got humor and camp that feels like it came out of the early 2000s (in a fun way).

Cinderella knows it's ridiculous that she talks to the mice. This movie knows what it is, and I bet everyone had fun making it.

"They made Cinderella into a girl boss!" Shut the fuck up. I'm putting the phrase "girl boss" on the high shelf. Giving Cinderella hobbies and a dream/goal for her future doesn't make her a "girl boss." It makes her more of a real person with an actual personality. She's not just "nice" or "kind" or "sweet." She wants to sell clothes and not be abused by her family. That's all.

Speaking of personalities, I love that the characters actually have personalities that subvert the original story. Even the step sisters! I love that the step mother wants Cinderella to marry the prince when she finds out it was her at the ball, because duh! Why wouldn't she want to have her whole family live in luxury? And I love that the step mother has a backstory that makes us understand more about why she is the way she is without necessarily forgiving her. There's a lot more humanity to her under the bitchiness.

I'm just gonna say it, I like this actor more as Robert than as Henry in the Red White And Royal Blue movie.

I like that Cinderella and Robert actually have fun and meaningful conversations instead of just "they dance at a ball and then get married." This has them act more like a regular couple, and I like that the end goal for them isn't getting married but getting to know each other better.

I like that Robert helps her leave the ball when he sees something is wrong and she's upset.

The songs are fun enough for the most part. We get Idina Menzel singing "Material Girl" and I love the "What A Man/7 Nation Army" mashup at the ball. And I actually listen to the cast version of "Am I wrong" all the time, unironically.

Love Minnie Driver in anything. She's so fucking funny in this movie (I crack up every time I see her measuring the thrones, I will not apologize).

Love Gwen. End of story.

Love the costume design for the other girls at the ball and the variety of styles for their hair and dresses.

Is this movie perfect? God no. Does it have parts I think are silly or dumb (*cough* the mice *cough*)? Yeah, but it's one of the more fun Cinderella adaptations I've seen. Again, it's got that early 2000s feel, so I guess if that's not your jam, I understand. But again, this has so much more energy and personality than the hundreds of Disney live action remakes coming down the pipeline. So seriously, why do people shit on this movie so much?

[nityarawal]

11/4/2023

Favorite Prototype

Morning Songs

Happy Saturday

Thankyou Anyway

A Week Of Cray Cray

We Wouldn't Wish

It On Anyone

Estrangement Sin

We Keep Saying

Avert The Danger

Don't You Hear

4 Billion Moms Screaming

Put The Prude

Back In Pride

Avert The Danger

Don't You Hear

#4BillionMothersStrong 

"Avert The Danger,"

Maharishi Said:

"That Has Not Yet Come,"

Prudent Moms

9/11 Was A Red Flag

911 Number 

Emergency Services

Even Worse

Jihad Smears

From Courts

A Curse

On Any

Mixed American

Other

Or A Brown Mom

Unwanted

But For AI

Confusion

Taunted

For AI Dolls Like Us

#FreeBritney Delusions

Brands

For Poisons

Courts Don't Call 

Back

We Know About

Rats

King Henry

Didn't Matter That

Princess Diana Procured 

2 Perfect Son's

She Was Still

Killed By

The Monarchy

So We Scare 

For Starter Wives

Apartheid

Who Wouldn't 

Want To Be A

Disney Princess

Sing Your Boys Home

Pull The Plug On

Fighting

Wars

Dance With #FreeBritney 

Spears

Yellow Snake

Kardashian

Belly Dancing

From The Sandiego 

Zoo

Let Him Free

Just For A Few Minutes

With You And Me

Dancing

Shiva's Leopard

Cobra

Dancing Free

He Must Be

Grateful

Dreams

Of

Henna Tattooing

Private Parties

Only Women

Like Middle Eastern

Sacred Sisters'

Nights

Dancing Free

Mystical

Bringing Mitraism

Back

How Many Ways

To Be A Man

And Clap

For A Dancer Graciously

Kvon Prince Will Tell You

In Comedy Clubs

Clap

Tip

For The Women

For The Comedians Cry

Often No Alibis

At Misunderstandings

To Sufi Tribes

On Courts Bribes

Persian Men Clap

Dance Like Elvis

Eyes Sparkle

"Baraye,"

Twinkling Something

Transcendental

"Peace Love Liberty,"

Sufis Of The Middle

East

What Is That Unknown

Flicker

Knowingness

Please

Prince Cousins

Royalty

Tell Us

Please

Merci

Mitraism Lucky Ones

Remembering

Mystical Songs

Dancing Jigs

Hustling From Morning

Till Dawn

Jiggling lt

Skiing Writing Jokes

Swimming

Near Olympic Athletes

Models

Hiking 

Cleaning

Out

Cleansing

Teaching

Preaching

If You're One Of The Lucky

Ones

Free For A Moment

Here Today

Now

In Your Dressing Trailer

Too

Send A "Tootsie," Photo

To Me

#FreeJosh

I'm Sorry What

Israel Did To Thee

In Your Dressing Room

If You're Really

#Free

Send Your Favorite

Most Beautiful

#FreeBritney Photo

Remember Me

Lightly

Sophia Loren

Gwyneth Paltrow

Gwen Stefani

Lady Saw

Gwen Stefani 

Lady Gaga

Beauties

Claudia Schiffer

Brigitte Bardot

Guess Ads

If You Got A Little

Legally Blonde Light

For You

Let Her Out 

Please

Legally Blonde

Legally Brunette

Full Disclosure

I Know You Danced

In My Shoes Once

The Odds

Are Strong

Dance Me A River

Dance Me To Freedom

Dance With Me

Forgive Me

Polarity A Blessing

Men Are For Mars

That's Why You

Tell Us

Calmly

Freedom Of Speech

Is A Good Light

And You Bought It

What About China

What About The Middle 

East

What About Apartheid

America

What About Me

What About The Microcosm

The Little Mom

In Every Family

What About My Sisters

Crying In Their Pillows

Because It's Illegal

For Them You See

Mamma Lost Her 3

Baes

She Told Me Yesterday

At First She Coached

Them Full Disclosue

Then Tell Them

Not

Scared

Stopping Foster

Wars

Sexual Assaults

Not Dad

He's Innocenr

Officer Aikens 

Stole Her Car

Like Enoch The Pig Stole

Mine

Her Home

Her Husband

It's Been A Month

3 Babies Trafficked Too

CPS Promising

Re-Unification

Not Showing Up

Raped

Middle Man

Got Mammas Worried

4 Billion Strong

She Looked Like My

Best Friend Under

Her Stressed Mom

Exterior

She Looked Like My

Best Friend

A Mothers Heart

Freckles

Worn

Maybe Native

Once

She Looked Like My

Best Friend

Big Lips

Near Cahuilla

Why'd These Officers

Ever Think

They Had Carte

Blanche To Kidnap

Her Kids

Or Mine

They're Not #FreeBritney

Intelligence

To Barter

Who Was Your Favorite

Prototype

Of BBVA Then

PNC

Displayed

Wells Fargo

Fidelity

Blue Cross

IEHP

How Many Banks

Oxford

Silencing.org

Cambridge Analytica

Insurance Companies

Nurses

Dr's 

Pleas

BBC

Scams On

#Nitya4Eternity 

Or Was It Teen

Paris Hilton

Reality Winner

Winona Ryder

Alicia Silverstone

Jessica Alba

Who Was The Favorite

Robot

Cybergal

Madonna

Cindy Lauper

Taylor Swift

Which Singer

Wooed You All

The Prudent Firm

Nanny

That Put A Stop

To The AI

Usurping Protocall

Peace

All

Peace,

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