say my name (and everything just stops)
| alessia russo x reader
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“What do you think?”
Doing a little spin, Alessia modelled her dress for you.
Eyes widening at the sight before you, you let your gaze trace over the striker, loving the way the black cloth fit.
You knew your girlfriend could make anything look gorgeous, but this? This took the win by a landslide- easily being one of your most favourite outfits of hers.
You were about to tell Alessia as much, mouth opening to speak right as she spoke.
“I bought it because I thought it would look great on your bedroom floor…”
Taking a second to comprehend what Alessia had just said, you blushed at the words.
Head turning to the side in a vain effort to not get flustered, your tongue pushed into your cheek as an impressed look crossed your face.
You forgot what you were about to say moments earlier, just barely collecting yourself to look back over at Alessia, a small shrug and raised eyebrows your only response.
An amused smile shone on the blonde’s face, the Gunner deciding to tease you a bit more, obsessed with the rosy hue that always coated your cheeks at even the slightest flirtations
“I mean, if you’re having doubts, we can always test it out and see how you like it…”
At this point you didn’t know what to say, too flabbergasted with your girlfriend’s forwardness.
Biting her own lip to hide a smile, Alessia eyed you carefully, heart melting as your blush reddened, head ducking, eyes downcast as you dug your toe into the floor.
Deciding to take it a step further, she stepped forward to where you stood, taking your slightly shaky hands in her own, placing them on her shoulders as hers promptly went to your waist.
If your brain had been glitching before, it was definitely short-circuiting now.
Mouth opening and closing a few times, you willed words to come out but there was nothing but pure silence, silent pining and anticipation thrumming in your veins.
It was at your fourth impression of a fish out of water that Alessia decided to put you out of your misery- or into more misery if you were asked.
Whispering your name into the space between you, the footballer tugged you closer to her, closing the gap between your bodies.
All you could feel now was Alessia. Her hair slightly tickling your ear. Her strawberry perfume overwhelming you in the best way possible. Her slight exhales against your own. All you knew was Alessia, Alessia, Alessia- the rest of the world fading away in that moment.
Only a fraction of a hair of space between you both, your bodies pressed together in the dim room, you could feel your heartbeat start to race even faster.
“Less…” Your exhale was quiet, only heard because the blonde was as near as she was.
You got a hum in response, the girl in question only bringing your faces closer.
“Did you know I absolutely love the way my name falls from your lips? I can even think of a few circumstances where I’d absolutely die for it…preferably when a bed’s involved…”
By now your brain was mush- complete and utter mush.
Closing your eyes, you willed yourself to keep it together, nervous for where this could go.
Swallowing hard, you let your forehead fall against the hers.
“God…”
“Not my name but I guess I don’t mind being called that for a night…”
You let out a quiet huff, mind frenzied in the most pleasant way.
“Please…” You couldn’t help the plea that fell from your lips, your body completely surrendering without even so much as thinking of anything past this point.
“Please what?”
Taking a deep breath in, you considered backing out now, stepping away, pretending none of this happened, saving your dignity before you nearly started begging.
Your decision, however, was made for you, the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly- the gentle pressure heady.
“Please just kiss me…” Your lips were nearly brushing hers as you spoke.
“Yeah? Or what?”
You groaned in response, before not able to handle the flirting and now the teasing.
“Lessi…please…”
You were at the point beyond recovery, too far gone in the intoxicating presence of Alessia around you, the feel of her, her touch, her closeness, to care now.
You tried again…the first ask futile.
“Alessia…”
“Or what?”
You could feel the smile on your blonde’s face, the grin growing with each second.
Mind barely snapping out of it, you managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence, more words than what you had strung out in the past few minutes.
“Fuck around and find out then…” The teasing threat was clear as your hold on her strengthened.
“Let’s just fuck around, yeah?”
Feeling the striker close the gap, you let yourself be consumed by the following kiss, being gently pulled towards your shared bed, trusting Alessia as she guided you.
Glad that your best friend was that and everything more, you followed her blindly, letting the electricity in the room charge you, patience and anticipation of the night to come exciting you.
Yeah, this was definitely your most favourite dress of hers.
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Hollywood seems Determined™️ to give us everything adjacent to a WinterWidow movie without actually giving us a WinterWidow movie.
Here! After waiting 10 years, have a Black Widow movie that elaborates on her history with the Red Room and the people she met there! (But that doesn't mention Bucky at all and erases any hope of WW having an MCU canon past)
Here! Have a spy thriller with Sebastian Stan playing opposite his redheaded love interest where a key plot point is him betraying her! (But the redhead isn't Scarlett and the betrayal is real because he's actually evil and not just brainwashed)
Here! Have a spy rom-com with Chris and Sebastian and ALMOST Scarlett that's wacky and exciting and morbidly funny! (But it's not Scarlett, and she would have been playing opposite Chris anyway)
HERE! Have a spy thriller romance where the protagonists LOSE THEIR MEMORY but REMEMBER EACH OTHER and go on a MISSION TOGETHER to get REVENGE on the EVIL ORGANIZATION THAT SCREWED THEM OVER! DIRECTED BY JOE AND ANTHONY RUSSO.
BUT IT'S NOT
FRICKEN
WINTERWIDOW.
Unbelievable.
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WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : JANUARY 1996
Remember the Name… and You Will… GOLDUST
By Vince Russo
If you’ve ever been to the corner of Hollywood and Vine, you know exactly what I’m talking about. As darkness blankets the sky and the warm glow of the moon filters the earth below, they all crawl out from under the marble stars. Who they are, or WHAT they are, I have no idea! Hollywood’s children–I guess. Green hair, purple hair, HIGH, STIFF hair, kabuki makeup, black lipstick and pierced EVERYTHING! They claim to be the “real” stars of Hollywood. Not the fictitious celluloid legends that are born and eventually die on the big screen, but the living, breathing souls who inhabit that sacred boulevards of Tinseltown. They’re the unknown stars of the street that literally “live to be seen.”
Goldust. Hollywood. In his mind, he is unquestionably the greatest star that the world has ever known. He has seen all the “so-called” legends come and go, but none–NONE–even come close to the glamor, the glitz, the grace of… SSSSSSSSSSSSS, GOLDUST. Fact or Fiction? You have to make the call yourself–but not until this editor throws his two movie stubs in!
Will Goldust be successful in bringing his legend to the World Wrestling Federation, or will he simply be a box-office bust? That is the question that both moviegoers and Federation fans across the country are asking. However, in order to come up with the ending of this movie, you first need to see–AND UNDERSTAND–all of the scenes that precede it.
Act 1–In the opening, you must first understand that Goldust is indeed a MAN. Not a man wanting to be his Aunt Edna, but a real, true, bona fide MAN! Based strictly on his appearance, many of you reading this column have called him many things–from a Liberace wannabe (who chooses to have long, golden hair rather than the stiff, hairsprayed pompadour look) to the president of the “To Wrong-Fu, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar, Fan Club!” Do you understand what it is that I’m trying to say? I mean, I’m saying it in the nicest way that I know how! Goldust is neither of those things. He IS a MAN! A 100 percent male Caucasian!
Act 2–So then, if he is a man, then what type of man is he? Good question. I like to explain it by saying that Goldust simply has a SEVERE case of “Hollywood on the Brain.” If you understand that, then you will have a much better hold on his outrageous personality. Granted, on the surface it appears that he may be a few stars short of Hollywood Boulevard, but according to him, not only does he have it all together but that star-studded street isn’t even big enough to carry his precious star! So, now if you understand the first two acts–MAN with HOLLYWOOD ON BRAIN–we should be able to go on. If not, go back and study the lines!
Act 3–OK, so now we know he is a MAN with HOLLYWOOD ON BRAIN–BUT the mystery remains: Can he wrestle? Well, based on his In Your House premiere where he slew the “villain” Marty Jannetty and his “Battle of the Legends” match where he edited out Savio Vega, I would have to say that I give his wrestling ability rave reviews! The MAN with HOLLYWOOD ON BRAIN can PERFORM! Don’t be fooled by the golden locks, Mr. DeMille. Once Goldust rips off that bleached blond hairpiece, he becomes a ruthless, vicious actor–or wrestler. He’s menacing, evil–what every big-screen bad guy WANTS to be! He punishes his opponents in much the same way that Siskel and Ebert punish B-rated films! He literally TAKES NO PRISONERS. In my opinion, the Survivor Series will be no different. Bam Bam Bigelow may simply serve as just one of the “projects” on the 14K road that leads to the inevitable Goldust BLOCKBUSTER!
Conclusion–I’m one who hates to give away endings, but in this case I will. In the opinion of this editor, Goldust will soon be wearing yet even more gold! He may not have yet reached “leading man” status here in the World Wrestling Federation, but the Intercontinental Championship may be only a few scenes away.
Lights, camera, action–remember the name–AND YOU WILL–GOLDUST!
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I love Loki so much but his stans are exhausting. They convinced themselves that Marvel hates Loki personally for being popular and taking the spotlight from the heroes (as if they care about what about the franchise gets popular as long as it keeps viewers) and are giving him bad storylines on purpose to punish his fans. I've seen them unironically use the word misandry twice when talking about Marvel's treatment of him, one of which even said that the MCU has a "bias against white males". You can't make that shit up.
They make it so embarrasing to be a Loki stan, which I am. I know exactly which Tumblr user you're referring to. I refer to them as salty, and you can tell from their speech patterns they're the ones always sending anons complaining about the Loki series in anti Sylki blogs.I want to yell at them that misandry isn't real and that white men are not oppressed.
And I say this as someone that holds a grudge towards most or maybe all of the directors in anything MCU!Loki related. As I've said before, I only watch MCU stuff for Loki. I especially loathe Joss Whedon for the Germany scene in A1 cus yea, let's compare the formerly queer-coded and now canonically queer character to N*zis, and second are the Russos for killing Loki off like that and being annoying about it in interviews, and their cringey gay Russo bs. I don't like other directors either, but my dislike is not as bad as those I've mentioned.
Also, Joss Whedon is a racist that fucked over Ray Fisher and a creep. So may he rot in hell.
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