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Promotion - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic

You’ll do anything to get Gojo to recommend you for a promotion to grade one!

Written for @kuroov in exchange for making the lovely graphics for my welcome post. I hope you like it!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. (Professional) Power Imbalance. Spit kink. Oral sex. Slight size kink. Divider by @benkeibear!

The cursed spirit in front of you writhes on the ground as it dies, remnants of your technique still glowing from its body. You whirl around to look at the man who accompanied you on today’s mission.

“See? I did good, right?”

Gojo Satoru smiles and nods, his eyes hidden behind his blindfold. “Yeah, you did good. I didn’t have to lift a finger.”

You walk over to stand closer to him, tilting your head up to see his face. With your eyes shining, you ask, “Don’t you think I’m ready to be grade one?”

You’ve been gunning for this promotion for months now, and so far Gojo is still holding out on you. He can easily nominate you anytime he wants, and with a recommendation from someone as influential as him, that promotion would be in the bag.

“Hmmm, I’m not so sure,” he says, his tone somewhat playful. “I need to see you in action a few more times, I think.”

You want to shout that he’s seen you “in action” plenty of times already, but you hold your tongue. You certainly don’t want to offend him at this point. “Okay. Will you come with me tomorrow then?”

“Sure, anything for my cute little kouhai,” he says, patting your head.

You blush and look away. You’ve been trying hard to keep your relationship with Gojo purely professional, but he makes it difficult. He’s incredibly good looking, and he knows it. And he’s so flirty with practically everyone, it’s easy to see why so many of your fellow sorcerers are nursing crushes on him.

In all honesty, you’ve got a bit of a crush yourself.

“Let’s grab something to eat before we head back,” he suggests, casually wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You don’t think anything of it. You’ve seen him do this to plenty of other people and it seems to mean nothing to him. He’s just being friendly.

“Okay,” you say, eager to keep his favor. You’re actually pretty tired and would like to go straight home to your apartment and go to sleep. But you desperately want this promotion, and that involves keeping Gojo happy with you.

The two of you stop at a crepe shop on the way home and he buys treats for both of you, but has them wrapped and boxed. “We’ll eat them at my place,” he says, and you blink up at him in surprise.

“Your place?”

He grins. “You’ve been there before. My little side apartment near the school. It’s close by so we’ll stop there to eat.”

“Oh… okay.”

You have been there before, three months ago. But you went with a few other sorcerers. Gojo was hosting a small welcome party for a new co-worker who transferred in from the Hokkaido branch. You’ve never been there alone with him, and you’re not sure how you feel about doing it now. You feel nervous, uneasy, but you also feel excited and flattered.

Above all, you want to keep him happy.

When you reach his apartment, he unlocks the door and stands back, gesturing for you to go inside first. You step into the darkened room, and he steps in after you, flipping on the light switch and then closing the door behind you. The sound of it nearly makes you jump. You get the strange feeling that you’re caged in here with a predator, but it’s just Gojo, standing there slipping his blindfold off. You don’t think you’d mind being his prey.

Instead of going to the small kitchen table to eat the crepes, he walks over to his sofa in the living room and sits down, then pats the cushion beside him. “Have a seat,” he says, opening the box in his lap and pulling out the two crepes wrapped in colorful paper.

You do as he says, sitting down on the sofa to his left and maintaining what you feel is an appropriate distance from him. But you can’t help being extremely aware of how close the two of you actually are, how alone the two of you are in his apartment.

He reaches you one of the crepes and opens his own. You carefully peel back the paper, not wanting to make a mess in his surprisingly neat living room. You’ve heard this is just a secondary residence he uses to be close to the school, but it appears to be well maintained.

You glance over at Gojo as he takes a bite of his crepe. There’s something oddly sensual about the way his mouth opens, the way his lips encase the sweet treat. Is he doing it on purpose? After that first bite, he notices some cream filling on his fingers, and proceeds to lick them clean as you watch, transfixed. His eyes shift to your face and he asks, “Aren’t you going to eat yours?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you say, feeling flustered as you take your first bite of your own crepe. You barely taste the thing, your mind so preoccupied with the positively lurid show Gojo is currently putting on beside you. He licks the crepe as if he’s making out with it, and his tongue flicks at the soft crust.

He catches you watching him and smiles at you. “Wanna try mine?”

“Huh?”

He holds his out toward your mouth. “Go ahead.”

You stare at the offered crepe, at the mound of cream filling where Gojo’s tongue has just been buried. Would he be offended if you refused? Do you even want to refuse?

“Okay, thanks,” you say, leaning forward and taking a small bite. You chew it slowly, savoring the taste. Is this what Gojo’s mouth tastes like?

“Like it?”

You nod. “Y-yeah, it’s delicious.”

He grins at you, like he’s amused by something you’re not aware of. You go back to eating your crepe as he finishes his own, at one point getting the cream all over his fingers again. He’s such a messy eater. He puts the two cream covered fingers in his mouth, licking them as he stares at you. He coats them thoroughly in his saliva, then slowly pulls them out. They’re glistening, practically dripping.

And then, he reaches his hand toward you, looking at you expectantly. Your heart races as you realize what he wants you to do. This is highly inappropriate, but you want to make him like you. You want to please him. So you open your mouth obediently, and his wet fingers slide in.

He plays with your tongue as your lips reflexively close around the digits. You can taste him so clearly, you feel a fluttering in your stomach.

“Good girl,” he says as you begin sucking his fingers, the sweet taste of the crepe lingering on his skin. He gently moves them in and out, seemingly enjoying the way your head moves forward to follow them when he pulls them back.

“Such a cute mouth. I bet you’d like to suck something else too, wouldn’t you?” he asks, those gorgeous blue eyes watching you.

This is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this with your superior. This is not the way you wanted to get that promotion to grade one. But how can you refuse him? He could make or break your career. And besides… you’ve always wondered what his cock tastes like. You’ve thought about sucking him off too many times to count.

You’re tired. You’re horny. And the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life is spreading his thighs apart on the couch beside you, unbuckling his belt. So you let him gently tug you off the couch and to your knees in front of him. When you look up, his cock is already out, inches from your face. It’s fucking huge, though you can’t say you’re surprised by that. Sitting here so low before him, his tall frame towers over you even though he’s sitting.

With one hand, you reach up and lightly grip his shaft, then you lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip, your tongue flicking over it. You press your face forward, taking more of him into your mouth, quickly coating it in your spit before it hits the back of your throat. Then your head is bobbing back and forth, your lips and tongue gliding over him as his cock is effectively shoved into your throat and then almost back out, over and over. You gag slightly, but try to suppress it.

Glancing up at his face, you find him staring at you, wearing a pleased expression. His skin is slightly flushed, but otherwise he seems surprisingly calm for a guy getting deep throated. But his cock doesn’t lie, and it’s twitching in your mouth as you continue taking him as deep as you can without choking.

At some point one of his hands moves to rest on your head, fingers softly curling into your hair. His breathing gets a little faster, and you know he’s close. You pull back, letting him pop out of your mouth, then your eyes meet his. “You can cum in my mouth,” you offer, opening your lips and extending your tongue like a good girl.

His grip on your hair tightens just a little, holding your head still, and then his hot cum is shooting directly into your mouth, covering your tongue. You keep your lips parted for a few seconds, letting him watch his cum sliding around before you swallow it all.

He rubs your head, like you’re a puppy, and grins down at you. “I knew you’d be good at this.”

You’re just catching your breath when you gaze up at him and say, “Thank you.”

He looks at you like he doesn’t know what you’re thanking him for. Honestly, you don’t really know either. Your mind has been a little fuzzy since this all started. But he laughs as if he’s amused before he pulls you up by your arms and starts pulling your clothes off. You let him, having no desire to stop this now. You’ve already sucked his dick, why not go further?

Soon, he has you face down on the couch, his strong hands holding your hips in the air as he fucks into you from behind. His body is heavy as it leans against yours, making you feel totally powerless and trapped, but it’s a feeling that thrills you more than scares you.

Your face is pressed into the cushions, your hands gripping the plush fabric. You can hear his breaths, fast and heavy, and you can feel a satisfying stretch as his cock shoves all the way in with each thrust.

A few minutes in, he slows his pace and bends down until his face is close to your ear. “Hey, you okay?”

You turn your head to the side to look at him. “Yeah…”

“You’re so quiet. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t… want you to stop,” you breathe out, your voice nearly a whisper. Whatever this is between the two of you, it’s way too late to back out now. So you might as well enjoy it.

He must notice your flushed face, your glazed eyes, because he goes back to fucking you as hard as before, one hand sliding around in front of you to find your clit. You jerk from the sudden pleasure, clamping your mouth shut to keep from moaning. You hear Gojo laugh. “There we go,” he says, his finger stroking you in a rhythm that matches his thrusts.

You bury your face in the cushion to muffle any embarrassing sounds you might make as you climax, shuddering beneath him. Minutes later, he suddenly pulls out, and you feel something warm and wet hit your bare back.

Later, you end up falling asleep on Gojo’s couch. You wake up the next morning with a blanket draped over you. Gojo steps out of the small kitchen and hands you a cup of coffee before sitting down on the other end of the couch.

“Good morning,” he says cheerily. You don’t know where he gets the energy.

You sip the coffee and look at the nearby end table. Your clothes are neatly folded in a stack.

“Do you need to go home and change before the job today?” he asks casually.

“Yeah, I guess,” you say, still trying to get yourself completely woken up.

“I’ll take you home,” he says. “Then we’ll meet up later.”

You look over at him. “You’re coming with me again?”

“Didn’t I say that yesterday? I still have to decide if you’re ready to be promoted.”

You’re wide awake now. “You’re still not sure? But… I thought…”

He looks surprised. “What? You thought I would recommend you for grade one if you slept with me?”

You feel your face burning. “I don’t know what I thought.”

He laughs and sits his cup on a table. “Look, if I was ranking your cock sucking skills, you’d be a special grade! But that has nothing to do with this. Grade ones get sent out alone, on very dangerous missions. I don’t want you to get ripped to shreds because I recommended you without being absolutely sure you’re ready.”

You sigh and stand up to retrieve your clothes. “I understand.”

He had a point. You didn’t want to end up dead either because you were prematurely promoted. But you were surprised he cared so much. Maybe he wasn’t the egotistical asshole everyone said he was.

Maybe you’ll let him treat you to crepes again soon.

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yelena-bellova · 11 months

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Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Christmas for Two

Plot: Away from their families, Jamie and Y/n attempt to do Christmas together.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: f!reader, language, talk of alcoholism, child abuse/neglect

A/N: A little Christmas in July/Phil Dunster Emmy nomination gift for you all! I have no clue what the timeline on s3 is, but this felt like a good place to put a Christmas chapter. I also did my best to combine English and American Christmas traditions/vernacular, hopefully did okay. Hope you enjoy!! 🎄❤️

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The coach’s office was a mess of ribbons and wrapping paper.

Ted gasped as he opened the box sat in his lap, “You are kiddin’ me.”

Stood in a corner of the room, Y/n beamed.

“C’mon now,” Ted pulled out the bottle of American barbecue sauce, “Where’d you find this?”

“Specialty store in Chiswick,” Y/n replied, “I was there seeing if Britain had finally caved and brought over Ben and Jerry’s. Spoiler alert: they have not.”

Ted was grinning ear to ear, “Man, this is special. Thank you, Y/n.”

On their traditional half-day of work on Christmas, the AFC Richmond staff were holding their party. Gifts were exchanged and treats were eaten. One room over, the Greyhounds were having their own celebration.

“Yes, I think you’ve got us all beat for gifts,” Rebecca said from her corner, sniffing one of the tea bags in the collection Y/n had gifted her.

“Not true,” Y/n held up a finger before holding up the spa certificate Rebecca had just handed her. “I just know the power of American barbecue.”

“And yet,” Beard held out his hands in expectation, “None for me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing how happy he actually was with the philosophy book she’d found him.

“So,” Ted drummed his hands on his desk, “What’s everybody’s plans for today?”

“The Higgins’ door will be open and ready to receive any and all weary travelers,” Higgins volunteered, “I believe most of the boys are coming.”

“I’ve got dinner with Nora and Sassy,” Rebecca said.

“Fun,” Ted said, looking over across the room, “What about you, Roy?”

“Phoebe’s got a pageant at school,” the coach replied, “Fuck knows why it wasn’t last night.”

“Nice,” Ted smiled, “Y/n?”

Y/n exhaled, “Well, my sister couldn’t come over this year, so it’ll just be dinner with a friend.”

“What about your folks?” Ted asked.

“Yeah, uh,” Y/n tried to put on a smile, “They couldn’t make it either.”

“Too bad,” Higgins empathized, “Well, if you and your friend don’t feel like cooking, there’s always room at our table.”

Y/n nodded, “Thanks.”

Things lasted another half hour or so before people began to trickle out, off to their respective plans. Y/n stayed behind, having volunteered to clean up since everyone else’s day was time sensitive. She was just tying the trash bag of wrapping paper when there was a knock.

Jamie hung on the frame that separated the coach’s offices, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Y/n set the bag in the corner of Roy’s office, “That’ll be Monday’s problem.”

Grabbing her bag of gifts and switching off the lights, Y/n glided past Jamie, who followed behind. They ducked out into the hall, some of the last people in the building.

Christmas was an off holiday for both of them. With the match against Crystal Palace that weekend, Jamie couldn’t get away to Manchester to visit his mom. And Y/n hadn’t lied when she said her sister couldn’t travel to spend the day with her, but she had lied about her parents. They had every opportunity to phone and ask her to come home, or to visit. They just chose not to.

So, with nowhere else to go, Jamie and Y/n had decided to spend the holiday together.

“Are there even any markets open on Christmas Day?” Y/n asked once they were in the parking lot.

“Yeah, I think there’s one near here,” Jamie unlocked his car door. They’d carpooled in the interest of the shopping they had planned after the party.

“I hope you thought right,” Y/n said as she climbed in the passenger seat, “Or else it’s going to be a pretty funky dinner.”

Jamie had, indeed, guessed right. There was one market open for half a day in Richmond for the cooks who’d forgotten that one ingredient. Y/n and Jamie, however, were starting completely from scratch.

“Okay,” Jamie tugged on one of the shopping trolleys and swung it around, “What do we need?”

“Everything,” Y/n stated, “You ever cooked a Christmas dinner?”

“Uh, no,” he replied, “You? We’re fucked if you say no.”

Y/n scanned the rows of aisles, unsure of where to start. “No, I have. It’s just been a while. Like, not-since-America while.”

Jamie puffed out his cheeks, “Right.”

“Okay,” Y/n clapped her hands together, “Turkey. Main attraction. Let’s start there.”

Down the aisle where the entrees should have been, there was an empty case. A few lonesome birds were still chilling, but it was clear all the good ones had been chosen long ago.

“So we’ve either got a fuckin’ Goliath,” Jamie held up a massive turkey in one arm, then the smallest in his other, “Or its baby.”

Y/n crinkled her nose at the colorful description. “I mean, that one’s meant for way more than two people,” she pointed to the first option, “It’s not like we need leftovers.“

Jamie nodded, that was true. Roy had allowed him one cheat day for the holidays, the free pass ended at 12AM, December 26th. But be was determined to enjoy the one meal.

“So the baby?” Jamie held up the small bird.

“If you stop calling it that,” Y/n grabbed the cart, “Yes.”

Jamie laughed cheekily, setting the turkey in the basket. “Right, what else?”

“Stuffing, potatoes, something for dessert,” Y/n listed items off her mental menu. She glanced over at Jamie, “Really hope we can cook.”

They went around the rest of the store, picking leftovers off the barren shelves. Unfortunately, that left either the specialty items or the nearly expired dishes, which was how they ended up with the most expensive potatoes, gluten free stuffing mix and a pudding that was on its sell-by date.

“Who was your secret Santa?” Y/n asked as they passed the wine aisle.

��Dani,” Jamie answered, “Why?”

Y/n stopped and backtracked her steps, reaching for the first bottle of red wine she saw. She’d stopped by the locker room on occasions where the Greyhounds won and had caught a whiff of the strong Mexican liquor Dani favored. A world didn’t exist where she felt like subjecting her stomach to that.

“Smart,” Jamie agreed as she popped the drink in the trolley.

They managed to get in and out quick enough that the only person who recognized Jamie was the cashier, who didn’t do more than wish him luck on the upcoming match. Y/n wasn’t used to worrying about being photographed, but she knew that any time she stepped out with Jamie, there was a chance of it.

As they loaded the bags into the boot of Jamie’s car, Y/n caught one lone present, wrapped and tied with a ribbon, pushed to the side.

“Did you forget someone today?”

“Huh?” Jamie hummed. Y/n pointed to the box. “Ah, no,” he shut the boot before she could get a better look and smirked, “That’s for later.”

Y/n pursed her lips a little, smiling as Jamie walked the cart back to its station.

“Alright,” he said as they got back in the car, “We doin’ this at my place or yours?”

Y/n thought for a second, “Do you even know how to use your kitchen?”

“Course I do,” Jamie paused a second, “I mean…pretty sure.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/n chuckled, “My place it is. That, or we ask Sam for the keys to the restaurant.”

Jamie backed the car out of its spot, “Think we need to have a bit more confidence for that.”

Y/n agreed silently, before her thoughts fell to the inevitable. A few weeks prior, during the whole Twitter fiasco, Sam’s restaurant had been broken into and destroyed. The night of the Arsenal match, the boys had all gone over to repair it, surprising Sam. Y/n had yet to see it in its restored glory.

“I feel like we got a pretty good handle, though,” Jamie interrupted her thoughts, “We got the meal, the crackers, place’ll be all decorated…”

Hoping his eyes were more focused on the road then her, Y/n grimaced.

“Yeah,” she said, “That’s, uh…”

“What?” Jamie asked.

“I’m not…totally decorated,” Y/n struggled to get out.

“You’ve got a tree at least, yeah?” Jamie replied.

Silence.

Fate bestowed him a red light, and Jamie turned to Y/n with widened eyes. “You haven’t got a tree? The fuck’s wrong with you?”

“I’ve been busy,” Y/n defended the decision, “I’ve barely been home between the away games and working late. There wasn’t much of a point in getting one.”

Jamie let his hand smack against the steering wheel, “Unbelievable.”

“Wha- you don’t have one either,” Y/n argued. There’d been a stunning lack of Christmas cheer in Jamie’s house the last week when he’d been appointed to host the monthly team dinner.

“That’s different,” Jamie put his foot to the gas as the car behind him honked.

“How?” Y/n laughed.

Jamie shrugged, “I dunno. You’re you. Figured you’d be one of those people who’s decoratin’ the day after Halloween.”

In another life, that was her. Y/n had been all over Christmas in her younger years. Every holiday was a speed bump in getting to December 24th and 25th. But once she’d graduated and started her corporate life, it became less and less of a big deal. If it was a year Caylee came to visit, she’d dust off decorations and make a show of it, but it just seemed sad to do it all on her own.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint,” Y/n smiled, ignoring the particular bit of backstory she didn’t feel like sharing.

“You’re not,” Jamie replied as he signaled to get into the next lane, “‘Cause we’re fixin’ this.”

Y/n looked out the window, the turn that would’ve been theirs was drifting further and further away. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Ten minutes later, Jamie was pulling the car into a Christmas tree lot. Or rather, what once was a Christmas tree lot.

“Can’t believe these places are even open today,” Y/n commented as they walked up to the shop.

“They’re here for the sad sacks who wait till the last minute,” Jamie remarked smugly, nudging Y/n’s elbow with his.

Like the market, the lot was sparse. The only trees left were either the type that shed its needles if you breathed on it or the ones that were already turning brown.

“I’m not overwhelmed by our options,” Y/n said, scanning the rows over again.

“Hang on,” Jamie climbed behind one of the half-dead ones, having spotted a flash of green as he’d passed. He pulled out a miniature one that barely went up to his waist.

“It truly is a Charlie Brown Christmas,” Y/n remarked, smiling at the juxtaposition between Jamie’s size and the tree.

“I mean, it is going in the bin tomorrow, innit?” Jamie picked up the glorified shrub and brought it to the poor worker stuck there on Christmas Day. “We’ll take this one.”

“And we’ll just stick it in the car,” Y/n added, catching Jamie’s confusion and whispering, “We are not making him go to the trouble of tying a houseplant to the roof.”

As Y/n handed the worker a few bills, Jamie spotted a small stack of ornaments and stands for sale as well. He grabbed one of each and pulled a few pounds out his wallet, adding to the total.

“Thank you,” Y/n said to the man, “Merry Christmas.”

Jamie looked proud as they walked back to the car, “Now it’s Christmas.”

Y/n couldn’t argue with him.

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Once they got back to Y/n’s place, Jamie took over unpacking the groceries, while Y/n dug through the hall closet to find some lights for the tree.

“Oi,” Jamie called down the hallway, holding the box of stuffing, “We can still cook this normal, yeah? We don’t have to do anything different.”

“I would think,” Y/n yelled back, waist deep in old boxes, “It’s just bread.”

Jamie went back to the kitchen, he remembered his way around from when they’d unpacked it months ago. The only thing that had changed was the light fixture.

“That’s new,” he said, hearing Y/n’s footsteps approaching.

“Oh, yeah,” she replied, setting an old strand of multicolored lights on the counter, “Ted helped me install it last week. Couple shocks…mostly Ted, but we got it up.”

Jamie chuckled.

“Okay,” Y/n looked to the pile of food beside the stove, “I’ll do the turkey, you start on sides?”

Giving a little salute, Jamie went about grabbing bowls and spoons. Y/n pre-heated the oven and took the turkey out of its wrapping.

“Ugh,” she groaned, peeking inside the bird, “I forgot how disgusting this part is.”

Jamie glanced over and scoffed, “Nope.”

Y/n shut her eyes as she reached in and pulled out the giblets, nearly gagging as she did.

“Carry on with that,” Jamie teased, making a show of pouring in the very dry stuffing mix, “I’ll stay doing this.”

Annoyed, and slightly jealous, Y/n cupped the unmentionable parts of the turkey in her hands and approached Jamie.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he held up a wooden spoon as if it were a shield, “Get away. There’s probably, like, four different bird diseases in there.”

“Yep,” Y/n continued walking towards him, “Don’t get smug in my kitchen, or you’ll be benched with three of them.”

Jamie held up his hands in defeat, “Truce.”

The two of them snorted and snickered before carrying on with their tasks.

It all flowed rather well. Even though they were lacking in skill, Y/n and Jamie felt good about how well everything seemed to be going. In between mixing and flipping, they managed to get the tree in its stand and start decorating. As Jamie was finishing with the ornaments, Y/n popped over to check the turkey, surprised by what she found.

“Shit,” she exclaimed, reaching for the oven mitts.

“What?” Jamie called.

Hurriedly, she opened the oven door and pulled the bird out. The outer layer was far beyond well done, looking tough and chewy.

Jamie entered then, puzzled, but chuckling. “Thought you said you knew how to cook a dinner.”

“I do,” Y/n replied, her voice jumping an octave, “With a much bigger bird. This is a pigeon!”

Jamie was full on laughing by then, covering his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, Padma Lakshmi,” Y/n retorted with a smirk, “Smell that?”

The air was thick with the scent of something burning, and it wasn’t the meat. Jamie pushed past Y/n to get to the stuffing and potatoes he’d put on. Determining the stuffing was the cause of the scent, he switched the burner off and attempted to scoop it out of the pot.

What came out was one giant clump, burnt to a crisp on the bottom and around the edges.

Y/n snorted as she set the turkey on the counter, hand on her hip as she watched Jamie work up a reply. When he came up with nothing, holding the burnt blob on an oversized fork, the two of them fell into a fit of laughter.

In the spirit of Christmas magic, they were able to salvage the dinner. They scooped out the good stuffing, trimmed the chewy parts of the turkey off, and agreed the potatoes were the only dish that looked semi-normal.

After, with their paper crowns on their heads, Jamie and Y/n sat on opposite ends of the couch, still amused at their efforts.

“I think we did pretty good,” Jamie gestured to his chest.

Y/n made a doubtful noise, “We’re a ways away from opening our own Ola’s.”

“We’re keeping takeaways in business,” Jamie replied, “Think about it that way.”

“Oh, that we are,” Y/n smiled, taking a sip of wine, “That we are. And hey, you got to eat.”

Jamie slapped a hand over his sated stomach, “Don’t know if my body’s knows what to do with it.”

Y/n laughed before Jamie smacked his hands together. “Right, time for gifts.”

Y/n stayed in her spot, “That’s assuming I got you anything.”

Jamie looked back from the front door, shooting her a quirked eyebrow. Y/n smiled and got up, like there was a chance in hell she’d have neglected to get him something.

They each went to retrieve the gifts, meeting back on the couch. Jamie was holding the mystery box he’d had stashed in his trunk.

“You first,” he said as they swapped packages.

Y/n unwrapped the square, nearly holding her breath as she took off the box’s lid. Peeling back the tissue paper revealed-

“Oh, good Lord.”

Jamie was somewhere between a grin and a smirk. Whatever it was, he wore it proudly.

Y/n held up the #9 ‘Tartt’ jersey and smirked at Jamie. “Really?”

“You’re gonna work at a football club, you gotta have a kit,” Jamie shrugged.

“And it had to be #9, huh?” Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “Couldn’t have been Colin or Sam’s?”

Jamie scoffed, “They ain’t your favorite.”

Y/n let out a single laugh, “What makes you think you are?”

“Don’t see either of them sittin’ here on Christmas with ya,” Jamie replied, “In a flat they found for ya, eatin’ a dinner they cooked with ya.”

It was hard not to laugh at Jamie’s cockiness. Behind the raging over-confidence, there was something sweet behind the gesture that Y/n could appreciate.

“Well,” Y/n set the jersey back in the box, “I’m not wearing it to matches.”

“Oh, why not?” Jamie asked unseriously.

“Because I’m there for all of you,” Y/n smirked, “And if I’m wearing anyone’s shirt, it’ll be Roy’s.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Jamie moaned. Roy and Y/n had bonded on the mornings she joined them for training. The two of them took such joy in torturing Jamie.

Y/n set the Tartt box to the side and handed Jamie his gift. He went about unwrapping it, a little speechless when he removed the last of the paper.

“This from last week’s match?” He asked.

“Mm-hm,” Y/n hummed, hugging her legs to her chest.

In a thick silver frame was a picture of the Greyhounds on the pitch at Nelson Road. Sam, Jamie and Isaac were the most prominently featured. Sam had just scored a goal and a heap of the players were celebrating. It was a perfect representation of the brotherhood they carried with them on and off the field.

“One of the photographers snapped it and I asked him to send it to me,” Y/n explained, “I noticed you didn’t have any pictures up at your place, thought this could be the first one.”

Jamie’s home decor was less than personal. His first few years in the Premier League hadn’t come with many close relationships, his own fault. Most of his family pictures were tainted with memories of something that had happened the days they were taken involving his dad. That didn’t leave him many options.

But this, Jamie thought as he weighed the frame in his hand, this was special. Not only was it his team, his mates, his place in the world, but Y/n had seen the value of it all.

Jamie looked up at her, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, “I love it.”

Y/n grinned, shopping for everyone had been stressful. It had been a long time since she’d had to choose personal gifts, and there’d been a part of her that wanted to throw away the whole gesture. But she’d pushed past her instincts, choosing to give into sentiment. One look at how touched Jamie and the others had been told her it had been worth it.

“Well,” Jamie set the frame on the coffee table, next to his kit, “We can call this a win, yeah?”

“For sure,” Y/n said, reaching out to clink her wine glass against Jamie’s, “Best makeshift Christmas ever.”

“Yeah,” Jamie cackled.

“Best Christmas you’ve ever had?” Y/n asked, “Go.”

Jamie blew out a breath, thinking back. The last few holidays had been spent either in Manchester with his mum or on his own. Two years before, when he was back at Man City, he’d ended up with his dad for part of the day, which left him miserable. If he was being honest, the last Christmas Jamie had truly enjoyed was the one he was currently celebrating.

“Eh, probably when I were a kid,” he answered, “Forget how old I was, but it was the first year I remember being really into football. Me mum got me my first kit.”

Y/n looked over her wineglass, “Was it Roy’s?”

Jamie sighed, glaring softly at her, “Not the point.”

Y/n chortled.

“It was one year me dad was too drunk to remember what day it were,” Jamie went on, his eyes falling on the wall as the memories hit, “Spent the whole day worried he was gonna show up, but…never did. By dinner, I think even mum knew he weren’t coming ‘round, and everything just sorta…relaxed, y’know? Didn’t feel like Christmas till then.”

Jamie’s blue eyes melted into some sort of sad resignation. It was a piece of his history that still hurt, but enough time had passed to see the silver lining, if there was one to be found. He wouldn’t have told the story to anyone else, but this was Y/n. She understood.

Y/n smiled softly, feeling the melancholia. “And you went to bed wearing your little Roy Kent jersey?”

Jamie’s smile came back, thankful for the change in tone. “Fuck you,” he replied, downing the last of his wine, “Right, what’s yours?”

Y/n sighed, like Jamie, there weren’t many to pick from. “Probably when I was eleven. My parents were hosting some party and they pawned me and my sister off on our grandparents. I think they could see that they had zero interest in being with us or giving us a good Christmas, so they went overboard. My grandma got me and Caylee in the kitchen cooking with her,” Y/n glanced at the kitchen where the remnants of dinner sat, “Clearly none of the skills stuck with me. My grandpa had all the movies playing, he tried to keep us laughing as much as he could.”

Taking a breath, Y/n continued, “I remember Caylee and I wrote this Christmas play before dinner. There was a lot of dancing and a lot of off-key singing,” she laughed, Jamie snorted, “But…damn it if our grandparents weren’t up on their feet clapping as if we’d just done Hamlet.”

Though shitty parents came as no surprise to Jamie, he was still a bit shocked. His voice was soft as he asked, “They really just left you?”

Y/n nodded, hugging herself, “Most years.”

The two of them sat in silence, their mutual history sitting in the gap between their bodies. The holidays amplified the best in the world, goodwill and generosity, but for those already hurting, the ever-present loneliness only intensified.

“Don’t know why people have kids if they don’t want ‘em,” Jamie mused, his eyes flitting to Y/n.

She shrugged, her hand curled against her lips. “I’ve been asking myself that since I was old enough to. Haven’t found an answer yet.”

In the moment their eyes met, Y/n and Jamie were struck by just how similar they really were. They’d known it already, it was one of the reasons they got along so well, but it felt like there was a different reality to it. Another layer peeled back, another piece of themselves they were entrusting to the other. And, above all other things, it was safe.

Y/n sniffled, wiping a stray tear away, “This is getting depressing. It’s Christmas.”

“Yeah,” Jamie cleared his throat.

Climbing off the sofa, Y/n went over to the kitchen bar and grabbed her Bluetooth speaker. She connected her phone and pulled up her Christmas playlist.

Jamie watched from his spot on the couch as she slid over to him, hand extended. “What are we doing?”

“We’re going to dance,” Y/n replied, “And we’re going to celebrate the fact that it’s Christmas and we’re somewhere better than we’ve been.”

If it were another day, Jamie wouldn’t have hesitated to make some joke of what Y/n had said. How of course it was better, because he was there. But all he really wanted to do, and what he did do, was take her hand, anchor them together and dance to whatever overly cheery song was playing.

All over Richmond, the uplifting mood was hitting its peak. Ted was on the phone with Henry, sharing his dinner and his son’s lunch, talking about what Santa had brought. Rebecca was giggling with Nora and Sassy at a five star restaurant. Keeley was seated at a full family table at her mother’s. Roy was with his sister, applauding Phoebe as her and her classmates took their bows. Beard was helping Leslie carve a massive turkey as Sam, Dani, Jan, and the rest of the Greyhounds sat around foldout tables. Y/n and Jamie were giggling uncontrollably as he picked her up and spun her around, the sounds of Nat King Cole filling the flat.

For all of them, it was Christmas to remember.

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crabbunch · 1 year

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“Scar!” Cub rushes into the room. Scar gasps loudly and falls backwards off of the balcony, dying on impact. “Oh. My bad, dude.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Scar says, getting up from a nearby bed. “It’s not the first time that’s happened today.”

“Yeah. Anyways, did you vote for me?” Cub asks.

“Vote for you- oh! For the tumblr sexy-ma-doodle thing!” Scar says, gathering up his stuff. “Not yet! I’ll get on that right now.”

“It’s really close right now,” Cub says. “I think I can pull ahead, but it won’t be easy.”

“I don’t know what the masses are thinking!” Scar complains. “I mean, I know I’m sexy, but can’t they see your appeal? Don’t they know the power of the Convex?”

“You should make a calendar with both of us on it,” Cub suggests.

“Shirtless?” Scar checks.

“Shirtless,” Cub confirms.

“Yeah, okay,” Scar grins. “Hot Guy… Cute Guy… you can be Sexy Guy, I guess.”

“Sexy Man,” Cub corrects. “Tumblr Sexyman.”

“That doesn’t roll off the tongue at all!” Scar complained.

“It’s what I’m going for,” Cub smirks. “How quickly do you think you can get that calendar printed.”

Scar pulls off his shirt and out a camera. “You had me at ‘you should make a calendar with both of us on it.’”

- - -

“ETHO!” Bdubs shouts, landing face-first into the luscious, green, beautiful jungle grass. “WE’RE IN A TUMBLRMAN SEXY- AH- A TUMBLR SEXYMAN COMPETETION!!!”

“Oh snappers,” Etho murmurs, closing his shulker box and turning to look at Bdubs. “Wait, what-?”

“I voted for you, of course,” Bdubs says, holding up his phone to show Etho the bracket. “You’re winning by a landslide.”

“A tumblr sexyman competition?” Etho repeats, eyes darting between Bdubs and the bracket. “Like- a tumblr competition?”

“Yeah,” Bdubs grinned. “They love us.”

“That’s the place- is that where the- you made a tumblr account?” Etho asks, sitting on the shulker.

“Well, of course!” Bdubs brags. “I had to vote for us! Cleo, too, she’s doing good. She’s the one who told me about this in the first place, actually.”

“Oh,” Etho says. “Oh.”

“You’re winning,” Bdubs says again. “I voted for you.”

“I’m not making a tumblr account,” Etho folds his arms.

“Aw- come on, man! I voted for you, it’s only fair that you vote for me!” Bdubs whines.

“Nope,” Etho repeats. “Not on your life, Bdouble0.”

“Fine,” Bdubs says, pulling his phone out again. “I’m gonna rally the troops, though. I’m gonna make sure you win.”

“Wait, no, don’t-” Etho begged, but it was too late. Bdubs was flying off to who-knows-where to convince the masses to vote for Etho.

- - -

“Tango,” Zedaph says, frowning at his phone. “Are you-”

“Yeah,” Tango smirks. “I’m sweeping.”

“Oh, come on!” Zedaph whined. “Impulse-”

“I’m beating Fwip,” Impulse says.

“Jeez!” Zedaph throws his hands in the air. “Is it not enough to wear a catmaid outfit? Is it not enough to put catmaid pillows in my merch shop? It’s not my fault none of my fans made me a How Bad Can I Be animatic.”

“What’re you even upset about?” Tango teases. “Aren’t you crushing Schlatt?”

“I was,” Zedaph pouts. “The people rallied against me. Did you know Schlatt wears a suit? I should have worn a suit. I should have…”

“Oh, look at this!” Impulse pulls up the poll on his own phone. “You’re not loosing that badly.”

“I’m not sweeping,” Zedaph complains. “I’m not even winning! This is disgraceful.”

“To be fair, Schlatt is a pretty typical sexyman,” Tango says. “I’m surprised he didn’t get more nominations.”

“Fwip’s sexy!” Zedaph points at Impulse accusingly. “He’s a vampire, and Impulse is still obliterating him!”

Impulse shrugs. “No one’s campaigning for him.”

“Why’d they have to campaign against me,” Zedaph wails. “I’m sexy! I’m hot! I deserve this!”

“...there, there,” Tango reaches over to pat him on the back. “This is more of a popularity contest than anything.”

“That's not better!” Zedaph groaned. “The hermit fans practically rule the polls, and I’m loosing to SCHLATT?”

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“I can’t believe this!” Iskal complained. “I’m loosing to this- this upstart! This young ‘un! Why’s he favorite to win?”

“You’re not even a man,” Stress giggles. “I don’t think-”

“I’m a man sometimes! And besides, I was their first example for a good sexyman!” Iskall whines. “I can’t believe this! I can’t believe it!”

“Oh, quiet your trap,” Stress laughs. “You’re perfectly sexy.”

“I know!” Iskall says. “I just need the masses to realize it…”

“You could try campaigning?” Stress suggests. “Everyone who’s talked about it or posted about it has been pretty successful.”

“Naw,” Iskall sighs. “I wanna win fair and square. Campaigning’s cheating in my book.”

“Everyone’s doing it, love,” Stress points out.

“It’s the principle of the matter,” Iskall shakes her head. “I can’t believe this.”

- - -

“Joe,” Cleo says, looking down at her phone. “Do you think we’re going to meet each other in the bracket?”

“Well,” Joe peeks over their shoulder to look at the bracket. “I’d say there’s a good possibility of it.”

“I won’t be voting for you,” Cleo says immediately. “I mean, sorry, but. Well. You know how it is.”

“I do,” Joe agrees.

“I’m doing a violence already,” Cleo giggles. “I’m destroying Zloy.”

“Oh, really?” Joe asks. “By how much?”

“Ninety percent,” Cleo brags.

“Oh, darn, me too,” Joe sighs. “I was going to rub it in your face if mine was higher, and conveniently forget to mention mine if it was lower.”

“I wouldn’t have let you do that,” Cleo says fondly.

“Yeah, but I would have tried,” Joe smiles back.

“I’m gonna beat you into the ground,” Cleo smirks.

“I don’t know about that,” Joe hums. “I’ve got a good campaign going. There’s a lot of users saying that you’re ‘too traditionally sexy.’”

Cleo scoffs. “This is a glorified popularity contest. It has nothing to do with actual sexyman merit.”

“Well, maybe I’m more popular than you,” Joe sticks his tongue out at her. “I’ve been campaigning.”

“We’ll see,” Cleo says. “We’ll see.”

- - -

“Come on…” Grian mutteres, watching the percent of votes between Mumbo and Grumbot wiggle back and forth.

“Father,” Grumbot beeps. “Please let me make an account. I need to vote for Better Dad.”

“No,” Grian snaps. “You’re not 13 yet.”

“No one will know!” Grumbot protests. “We can lie!”

“It’s about the principle of the matter!” Grian scowls. “We can’t commit voter fraud. It won’t be a real victory then.”

“I would commit voter fraud for Mumbo,” Grumbot mutters.

“I know, Grumbot.”

“I would kill to let Mumbo win,” Grumbot says.

“I know, Grumbot.”

“I could kill Scar,” Grumbot muses. “Everyone says he’s favorite to win.”

“He’ll still win if he’s dead.” Grian points out. “There’s a few- not everyone on here is alive. Or even real. Schlatt died years ago and he’s putting up a good fight. Mumbo’s doing fine. He’s beating you.”

“Good,” Grumbot beeps. “I’ll kill anyone who votes for me.”

Grian pauses. “Now there’s an idea. We’d have to kill them before they voted, of course, but that one’s got some real merit to it…”

- - -

“Jimmy,” Scott sings. “They love me.”

Jimmy looks up at him, eyeliner smudged. “They pity me.”

“I’m gonna wiiin,” Scott brags.

“They called me a wet paper bag!” Jimmy cries. “I’m winning, but not because they think I’m sexy! They just- they just-”

“...” Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, they think I’m a little sexy,” Jimmy admits. “But only because I’m pathetic. That doesn’t count!”

“Take what you can get, Jimmy,” Scott says. “It won’t last long.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimmy sighs and pulls out his phone. “I just- Scott, what’s this job you’ve done on the tags? It’s kind of cringe.”

“That’s one of my tactics,” Scott grins. “They love pathetic men on tumblr. I’m totally going to sweep you.”

- - -

“Oooh, Lizzie, I can’t wait to get curbstomped by you next round,” Joel says, lounging on a cat bed.

“I can’t wait to curbstomp you next round!” Lizzie crows. “Oooh, I’m a fish-cat-lady, and I’m so sexy!”

“No, that’s kind of my thing,” Joel sniffs. “...people are saying I’m trying too hard.”

“Well, you are,” Lizzie points out. “No one’s going to take you seriously if you go around announcing how sexy and tall and lore you are.”

“Oh, but it works,” Joel says. “I’m super tall now and everyone loves me.”

“I’m still going to sweep,” Lizzie smiles.

“Oh, yeah, absolutely,” Joel agrees.

- - -

“You know,” Connor says, sipping a bottle of vanilla. “The syndicate’s doing pretty good in the tumblr sexyman competition.”

“What are you talking about,” Techno replies, biting into a potato.

“Me and Niki might drop out this round,” Connor continues. “But you and Ranboo and Phil… you’ll keep going, I think.”

“What?” Niki wrinkles her nose. “What do you mean?”

“No, no, I get it,” Techno nods slowly. “I wouldn’t have known, I’m not on tumblr.”

“What’s tumblr?” Ranboo whispers to Phil.

“Mate, you have an account, you of all people should be in on this,” Phil whispers back. “You need to start campaigning, you’re barely beating Xornorth.”

“What,” Ranboo says.

- - -

“Aw sick I’m starting to beat Iskal in the tumblr sexyman bracket,” Quackity says, and doesn’t say anything else because he is annihilated by a nuclear bomb.

#mcytblr sexyman #i guess #idk where this came from but you're welcome. i think #i am not tagging everyone here #hermitcraft #empires #dsmp #yeah thats good

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matan4il · 4 months

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Update post:

The Washington Post reports that Israel has been giving time for a diplomatic solution to be found for the Hezbollah attacks and murder of people in Israel's north since Oct 7, but it has now set the end of January as a deadline, after which it will escalate its activity against the Iran-funded terrorist organization in southern Lebanon. Israel says it did not set a hard deadline, but I can say I heard many Israeli officials interviewed, who were very pessimistic about the chance of finding a diplomatic solution.

The parents of young Israelis murdered at the Nova music festival had a special event today, where they planted trees at the scene of the murder as part of Tu Bishvat, the Jewish holiday of celebrating the birthday of trees, which is due in a couple of days.

Israel has confiscated 15 million dollars in cash found in Hamas members' homes in Gaza. This money was found as Israeli soldiers are going house to house, and terror tunnel to terror tunnel, in search of the hostages. They've now uncovered a booby trapped terror tunnel in which 20 hostages were held over time, with actual cages in it. The presence of the hostages there was corroberated by DNA findings, as well as the finding of drawings made by 5 years old Emilia Aloni, who was released in the hostage deal.

An American Grammy nominated artist of Slovak descent has released a song criticizing the atrocities of Oct 7, and the rise in antisemitism following it. It's called OK (with the main lyrics being "We are not okay") by Five for Fighting. This is being an ally to Jews everywhere, done right.

This is 24 years old Karin Giorno.

She had a ticket to the Nova music festival, but sold it, because a few days earlier she broke her leg, and her parents asked her not to go to the party. However, friends convinced her to go with them after all, so she bought a new ticket, and went. For 11 days, she was missing. Her parents asked for info, but their number was passed around on Arab social media, and they got flooded by hate calls from people (phoning from all sorts of Arab countries such as Tunisia and Egypt), telling the family that they had Karin, and would rape and murder her. Eventually, Karin's body was identified. She was murdered on Oct 7, at the scene of the music festival. Karin worked at Pizzeria Italianos, which has been making food for Israeli soldiers for free since the start of the war. When Dvir, the owner of the pizzeria chain, got the news of Karin's murder, he was devastated. "She proved to me how capable women were under pressure, she became like family and I admired her," he said. He decided to do something in her memory. Shortly before the massacre, Karin had sent him a recipe for cinnabon. Now, this dish is a regular part of their menu, under the name "Bon Giorno," incorporating Karin's last name.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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goldsainz · 2 years

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masterlist.

a/n: this was going to be longer, but i just couldn’t get myself to do such a long piece. honestly, there’s not a lot of harry mentioning, but it’s still a fun piece, i’m just giving you crumbs. this isn’t the peak of my writing, especially since this is my first time doing second person POV, tumblr is making me try things id never thought i’d do!!

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Y/N Y/LN Keeps A Straight Face While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones

The interview begins with you sat across Sean Evans, the line up of sauces making your heart beat a little faster, not sure how much spice you were actually able to bear.

“Hey everybody! Today we are joined by Y/N Y/L/N, who you may recognise from too many movies and shows to name! She is an Oscar nominated actress, Emmy Award Winner, and an overall talented person. Her most recent project, Don’t Worry Darling which comes out this September 23rd, is coming in no time, so don’t forget to buy your tickets.” Sean introduces you, a stifled laugh leaving your lips. “Y/N welcome to the show!”

“Thank you very much! I’m quite nervous right now, my manager said this could get spicy really quick, but I’m not sure what she meant by that.” You grinned, that signature, award winning smile plastered on your face.

“That depends on how good you are with spicy food, do you have a high tolerance?”

“I think so? It’s not something that scares me while ordering food, but I’m not actively seeking it. But seeing all of these hot sauces is making me sweat just a tad bit much right now.”

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“I’ve actually watched a couple of the Hot Ones interviews.” You confess, making Sean look impressed that you watched that sort of content.

“Now I have to know more, this is one of the best compliments I’ll get in a lifetime.” He then mutters something you didn’t quite get, but it seemed like a praise towards you.

“Well yeah, I sometimes scroll through Youtube, see it pop up, and someone I like is on the cover and I just click it. I used to go ‘Wow, thank god my manager would never make me go on that, don’t think my spice tolerance is that good’, but now I’m here so it seems like the tables have turned for me!”

“I guess I don’t have to tell you how this works, or which sauces go first then.”

“I’ve taken some work off your hands!” You say with a laugh.

“Let’s take a bite then, shall we?” Sean asks, while you nod your head and grab the first wing.

You take a bite, realising it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all, there was a hint of spice but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Okay so how are we feeling with wing number one?”

“Pretty good, my confidence level is on a solid 8 for now.” You just knew you would take your words back a couple of wings later, but maybe if you lied to yourself a little it wouldn’t be that hard.

“You said in an interview a while back that you enjoyed cooking, especially spicy food because it was funny seeing how some people crumbled when eating certain dishes. Who would you say had the funniest reaction?”

“I once cooked for Taylor Swift, she’s a good friend of mine who I’ve learnt doesn’t take spice as well as she says she does.” You admit, and if anyone wasn’t watching the interview and just hearing it, they’d almost be able to hear your smile. “I made a dish, I might’ve messed up the amount of chillies I put on it, and I didn’t realise it was that bad until she had tears in her eyes, I felt horrible about it!”

“Did she tell you it was too spicy?”

“She was trying to be nice about it, she was full on coughing, and her words were of comfort because she didn’t want me to feel bad!” Everyone in the room lets out a laugh at your words, nobody was really surprised to know that Taylor was just that sweet.

“Would you say Taylor is one of your closest friends in the industry?” It was a tough question, because being a close friend was such a different question for someone like you, someone who did what you did.

“She’s been through a lot with me, I’ve been through a lot with her. Sometimes we don’t talk as often as we would like, but when we do it’s like we had talked everyday.”

“You met all the way back in 2014, right?”

“At the Met Gala, it was my first one, it wasn’t hers though. We sat at the same table, we talked all throughout it, and the rest is history.”

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The second wing had proven to still be bearable. You weren’t quite sure when you would get hit with all the heat, but you were enjoying your time so far.

“Don’t Worry Darling was a process that took a while to make because of Covid. In fact, filming had to stop because a crew member tested positive, making you have to go through a quarantining process. What was it like filming with such heavy health regulations?”

“It was hard, nothing was really like it used to be. Filming was still fun, but there were many things I hadn’t actually taken notice of until Covid started.” Your brows furrowed, a crease on your forehead present. “Kissing scenes were different, probably the ones we had to be the most precise while filming. They had us take a disinfectant mouthwash, which was very minty, at least it ensured your partner wouldn’t have bad breath!” You joked, lightening the mood of a heavy question.

“Was there a limit for the amount of times you could film such scenes?”

“For sure, we tried to make them work each time, there really wasn’t a lot of goofing around because it was a health risk just to film them. You couldn’t just improvise a kiss, you would have to consult with your partner if they were comfortable with the possibility of you doing that. Harry was always very respectful of boundaries, he never tried to do anything that crossed a line or could just be awkward in general.”

“Would you say that there had to be a lot of trust involved, more than the usual amount?”

“Of course! Before Covid if you didn’t really like your partner you’d just film the scenes, talk with your intimacy coordinator about what crossed a boundary, what didn’t, and then you would just go on with your day. Now, you need to build a certain trust, like the one you’d have with a friend just to make the experience of filming a good one, and not have to shoot a million times because you can’t get the right look of love, or whatever you’re supposed to convey.”

“That seems like a very exhausting process.” Sean says, and you just nod at his words, knowing that it was exhausting but also made you get to know the love of your life a lot sooner in the process.

“I’m eyeing the third wing very hard right now, I didn’t eat a lot today so this is kind of my lunch.”

“Let’s dig in then!” And that you do.

“Oh! This one hits you instantly, I wasn't really expecting it.” He laughs at your comment, but mostly at the straight face you had while eating your wing.

“It just keeps on hitting from now on!” You just throw your head back with a laugh, a groan slipping from your lips.

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“I’m gonna ask you a question, is that okay?” Many interviewers didn’t take it very well when you asked them questions, they felt as though you were taking up their job. So you had learnt it was better to ask and be turned down, than asking right away and having someone be mad backstage.

“Go for it!”

“If at some point I drink some milk, is that a sign of me starting to give up?”

“No, definitely not. Most people drink milk to cleanse their palate, we are not gonna shame you on how well you are doing based on if you drink something or not.”

“Alright, I’m not gonna drink anything yet, but good to know.”

“If you don’t drink anything, then I won’t either.” He decided, making you laugh in response, you probably hadn’t laughed so much in an interview in a very long time.

“You are a very private person, do you find it difficult to manage your public life, your work life, from the private one?”

“I’ve gotten better over the years, when I didn’t have the exposure I had now, I didn’t worry about paparazzi catching moments I wanted to keep for myself.”

“Are relationships the hardest part?” There it was, the relationship question, at least it wasn’t a speculation over who it was. That much was appreciated.

“Maybe? If your partner is famous then it probably is, you don’t only have to balance the image you give for yourself but theirs too. If they’re not famous, then people will start spreading rumours over who they are, what they are doing with someone famous, it can become overwhelming very quickly.”

“But you don’t hide your relationships like some do, you just keep them private, is that correct?”

“Yeah, being someone’s secret isn’t nice. I keep the first months private just because you’re still getting to know each other, and having those moments ruined by the public is not what I want.”

“I’m sure that what you do want is this fourth wing!” You were grateful for Sean’s ability to make his guests comfortable, to make the awkwardness not so overbearing.

“I sure do, Sean!”

You both take a bite, the flavours are good and you remain with a straight face, even when the heat does creep up.

“I’m loving the composure you’re maintaining.” You giggle at his words, making him laugh along with you.

“I’ve done years of acting, some things I’ve taken with me.”

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“Are your eyes glossy?” Sean asks, his voice holding a shocked tone.

“What? No!” You respond, your hand over your mouth as you still had food in it.

“Just wondering if the heat is catching up to you, that’s all.”

“I promise, the fifth wing has not gotten to me.”

“You are known to never take things personally, even when asked rude questions you are never rude in return. Does it get tiring to maintain your composure at times?”

“There definitely have been times in which I want to snap at someone, mainly because they’re being rude, but I feel that if you don’t give them the attention they seek they won’t continue their behavior. I mean, most of them catch the hint, some of them are persistent though.”

“That’s a very interesting thought process, is there someone who taught you to do that?”

“Nope! That’s just been me learning over the years, the industry will make you learn things you never thought you’d need to know.” You say with a sigh, looking at the backstage of the set, not at anyone in particular.

“Talking of the industry, what has been the best piece of advice a celebrity has given you?”

“Do not search your name on social media unless your manager says so.” You confess, the tightness in your voice evident.

“Wow, that’s powerful, can you tell us why?”

“Because people are mean, and I know that they say with fame comes hate, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I sometimes have the urge to go on twitter, see what people are saying about me at the moment, yet you never know what you might see.”

“I can understand that. I can definitely say I’ve looked up my own name, not much has come up as I’d imagine it would for someone with your influence.” Sean praises, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“You never know what to expect from the internet. After I did the reading thirst tweets interview, I for sure won’t look up my name.” An uncomfortable laugh is let out, and he just joins in.

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You were just two wings away from finishing the interview. Your cheeks were definitely a redder than they were at the start, sweat was evident on the top of your brows, but you were still taking the challenge like a champ. Or as best as you could, the heat definitely wasn’t really helping with your perception of things.

“You said your confidence level was 8 at the start, what are you at now?”

“Maybe five, five’s good, I feel like sipping some milk but I can still do this.” You say with slight raspiness to your voice.

“You always say fashion is your passion, and with your collaborations over the years with different brands, what was your overall favourite outfit in ‘Don’t Worry Darling’?”

“Tough question, there are many answers, but I’d have to say the fuchsia dress was one of my favourites. It was so beautiful I wanted to take it home with me, but I couldn’t!”

“They wouldn’t let Y/N Y/L/N take a dress?”

“No, they didn’t! Genuinely can’t be mad though, they take time to make, so I completely understand not wanting to ruin a piece someone could’ve spent weeks working on.”

“Did you ever take anything from the set at any point?”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” You tease him, which just makes him laugh while shaking his head, “I did take something, yes. Can’t really confess what, but there is one person who knows what it was, and it’s just because they were my partner in crime.”

“So that secret is going right to the grave of two people?”

“That it will!”

“You only have two wings left, so let’s make it one!”

“This sounds so rude, but I cannot wait for this to be over. I’m loving everything about this, but the spice? Fuck no.”

You grab your wing and make a cheering motion, and just take a bite out of it. Maybe you should’ve gone a bit softer on the bite, because the heat kicks you instantly. It feels like a volcano eruption, which makes you feel uneasy about how the last wing will truly be.

“It’s kicking in, isn’t it?” Sean asks

“It is! I don’t know why you’re eating this so willingly, you do this every other day, mate! You don’t have to prove anything to me, I promise.”

“I know I don’t, this is just my job at this point, eating hot wings for a living!”

“You could not pay me enough to do that. Mad respect, truly, if anyone needs a pat in the back, it’s you!” Your voice is nasally, and you’re sure you have a somewhat runny nose by now.

“You seem like a very sweet person, being respectful to those around you is something not all celebrities engage in. Is that something that can become hard to leave behind when filming scenes for characters which aren’t nice at all?”

“It can get hard sometimes. I don’t particularly engage with the whole ‘Method Acting’ thing many people seem to do, I find it to be unnecessary, and it doesn’t look like a fun experience.” You were trying your hardest to not start any drama with your words, but you could just see the headlines twisting your words.

“So you’d say that filming should be fun?”

“Maybe not so much the filming, but the portraying a character. I’ve seen it firsthand when an actor loses who they are because they went too far with the creative process of being a character. We’re all free to do what we please, but if it harms you or others? I draw the line there.”

“Has there ever been a moment where being a character took a toll on you?”

“There have been quite a few, it’s not the nicest experience to be honest. I couldn’t go to work because I just couldn’t bear being called my character’s name. I obviously got over it fairly quickly because there’s not much time for tears when you’re more than halfway into a project.” You gulp, your eyes become glossy all of a sudden, evidently not because of any wing. “This got very emotional quickly, don’t know how that happened.”

This time when you looked backstage, there was a certain someone with his thumbs up looking right at you. A small smile, a fond one, formed right on your lips.

“It’s okay, heavy questions have heavy answers.”

“Something that’s looking quite heavy is this last wing.” Sean laughs at your comment, making the small smile overtake your face in a split second.

“Now you don’t have to do this, but I sometimes add more sauce on the last wing to end it with a bang. Are you willing to join in?”

“I’m gonna regret saying yes, but why not, can’t let you do it alone now.”

The moment you say that he opens the bottle in front of him, and pours some sauce on it. You eye your bottle skeptically, the overwhelming smell of it hitting your nostrils in a split second. You don’t drench your wing like he does, just place a drop of it.

“Cheers!”

You are more cautious with your bite this time, you don't jump in for such a big bite. You're sure it looks like a bird is biting the wing, but you're not about to risk your tongue being burnt off.

Your face is still stoic, and honestly, youre just doing it so your pride is not as hurt when your friends and family watch the interview. You’re sure Harry will be the first one to tease you about something, yet you can’t wait to hear everything he says, especially since he’s getting every single bit of it.

“Your face is not saying much, so how are you?” You can only respond with a cough, which makes Sean laugh.

“Not good over here! I think I’m gonna have to cave in, and drink some milk.” You’re not quite sure why your voice is so hoarse, but it’s a little funny to hear.

“Go for it!”

You gulp the glass of coconut milk, grateful that it’s not cow milk. You never liked the taste of cow milk by itself.

“Fuck’s sake, that’s lovely, best feeling ever!” You breathe out through a quiet laugh, the slightest drops of milk dripping down your face. Someone off-camera gives you a couple of tissues, and you thank them.

“Everything better now?”

“I’m not sure!”

“The good thing is this is over!”

“No more wings?”

“No more wings.”

“I genuinely can’t believe I made it through this, especially after the 8th wing.” You say with a shudder, remembering how it burnt

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“We are finally done!” Sean says, making you know that there’s practically only the credits left.

“Woo!” You cheer, pumping your fists in their air.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’ve conquered this challenge! Anything left you have to say?”

“But your tickets for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ because it’s a great movie, and I’m so excited for all of you to see it!”

“That’s it for today, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having me.” You say, blowing some kisses to the cameras around you.

The interview ends with a couple of claps, and one of the biggest smiles on your face as you try to hide your face to dissolve the attention from you.

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username1: she’s my fave celebrity, if anyone asks why, i’m sending them this video

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username2: she kept looking at someone behind the scenes, i have the biggest feeling it’s harry

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username3: SAME

username2: especially since they’ve both been spotted a lot together recently…

username4: props to her for being able to conceal her emotions so well, i could never tbh

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username5: the way sean didn’t even have to introduce her as much because she’s such a big household name

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username6: Her outfit looks so good, Rebecca is definitely one of the best stylist’s she’s ever had

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username7: literally so true

username8: top 3 hot ones interviews for sure

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username9: whoever she was looking at, is lucky fr, she looked at them like they were holding the entire world in their hands

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scoonsalicious · 1 month

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Pocket MCU - Iron Man 1/?

In Which Pocket and Tony Have a Video Call.

Word Count: 979

Scene In-Movie @ 10:30

So, I decided to re-watch Iron Man tonight, and I started thinking about how Pocket would fit into existing MCU narratives. So, here's a little bonus, taking place during the first Iron Man movie. This might turn into something, it might not. For now, just a little fun thing I did, mostly so I could write more Pocket/Tony (even though she hasn't been given the nickname 'Pocket' yet). Enjoy!

“Only you would fuck a girl who called you a war profiteer,” you told Tony over the video call from your office in New York. “She still upstairs?”

“Miss Potts should be taking care of her right now,” Tony said as he fiddled with the engine of his 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster in his Malibu garage.

“How’s that working out, anyway?” you asked, your interest piqued. “She’s lasted loads longer than any of your other personal assistants.”

“She’s good,” Tony said, taking a piece of the car’s engine out and putting it aside. “Very efficient.”

“I like her,” you told him. “I think she’s been good for you.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t need her if you just moved out here permanently,” he told you.

“And just leave the New York office to Obadiah Stane? I don’t think so,” you said.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, Kiddo,” Tony said, turning his focus away from the car and fully onto you.

“He’s the one who hates me,” you clarified. “I’m just matching his energy.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it. He’s a little wary of you, that’s all.”

“He hates that you nominated me for Chief Technical Officer,” you said. “He officially opposed the nomination in front of the board.”

Tony frowned. “When the fuck did that happen? Why wasn’t I informed of it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent a little less time shooting craps and fucking Vanity Fair reporters, and actually attended a board meeting every once in a while,” you said.

“I’ll talk to him,” Tony assured you.

“No, don’t,” you protested. “It’s bad enough he thinks I’m just another one of your fangirls. The last thing I need is for you to make a demand on him for my sake.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked you. “This job is yours– it should be yours. You’ve earned it.”

You sighed. “And I appreciate you saying that. Thing is, I’m not going to prove that by having you tell people. Only way it’s going to happen is if they see what I’m capable of, and if I leave New York for Malibu, they never will.”

“Did I ever tell you you’re very annoying when you make a valid point that goes against what I want?” Tony asked you.

“Frequently. All the time. Why do you think I enjoy doing it so much?”

“You know, I think I liked you better when you were just a stripper,” he said.

You stuck your tongue out at him through the video feed. “Yeah, well, whose fault is it that I’m not anymore?”

“You could always join my flight crew, if you ever wanted back on the pole,” he teased.

“Please,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “You call them dancers? They should be ashamed of themselves.”

“Hey now, what they lack in rhythm, they make up for in other… areas,” Tony smirked.

“Do you ever get tired of being a giant slut?” you asked affectionately.

“Not yet, but if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Maybe second,” you told him.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I don’t know– maybe you should tell Miss Potts first,” you grinned. You looked behind him to see the woman in question coming down the stairs through the glass door behind him. “Speaking of which, it’s her birthday today, so be nice.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “How the hell do you know that?” he asked you.

“I pay fucking attention, dumbass,” you said.

Pepper Potts entered the basement, talking on the phone. “You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now,” she said to Tony as she tapped something on her tablet.

“Hey, Pepper,” you called.

“(Y/N), hi,” the other woman said. “How’s the nomination going?”

You shrugged. “Oh, you know, just roadblocks from the patriarchy. No big deal.”

Pepper nodded understandingly at that.

“How’d she take it?” Tony asked Pepper, interrupting your conversation.

“Like a champ,” Pepper offered.

“Which translates to ‘like an obnoxious bitch,” you chuckled. Pepper winked at you over Tony’s shoulder. “You owe her a raise, Boss,” you told Tony.

“You give a raise,” Tony said. He directed his next words to Pepper: “Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?”

“Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago,” she told him.

“That’s funny,” Tony said as he continued to play with the engine of the Roadster. “I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there.”

“This is the flight to Afghanistan?” you asked, and Pepper nodded at you.

“I mean,” Tony spoke over you, “doesn’t it defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?”

“Ignore him, Pepper,” you said, turning to face your computer monitor. “Tony, if you don’t get your ass to the airport right now, I’m going to hack into JARVIS’s system right now and swap all your playlists from metal to nineties bubblegum pop.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tony said, standing up and wiping his hands on a towel.

“Don’t test me, Boss,” you threatened. “This is a huge-ass contract.”

Inside Tony’s garage, the opening notes of Hanson’s MMMBop began to play.

“Fine, enough! You win, you tiny monster!’ Tony grunted, throwing his towel down.

You immediately cut the music. “Get on that plane,” you warned him. “I’ll know if you don’t.” You gave him a Look. “And Pepper, tell him to stop pulling your pigtails, okay?”

Pepper blushed, but she just nodded.

“Give Rhodey a hug for me,” you told Tony, “and let me know when you land, you absolute dipshit.” You disconnected the call.

“You know,” said Tony, turning back to Pepper, “sometimes I regret ever meeting that kid.”

Pepper smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Tony grinned at her. “No, no I don’t. Not even for a second. Now, about that Jackson Pollock painting…”

#Pocket MCU #Unwanted prequel

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360degreesasthecrowflies · 10 months

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Right sorry but I don't understand why some people, even people that seem otherwise reasonable, seem to have absolutely internalised corporate capitalism talk to the extent that it completely subsumes their own personality and (class) interests???

At work today we had what's supposed to be an evaluation where as a department we, about 40 people, talked about things that have been difficult this year and what we'd hope will improve next year.

So I talked about how this year I have worked a lot of cover, including for managers (2 pay bands above me) and for multiple colleagues at once who have been off, essentially doubling and at some times even tripling my workload - for extra stress and no extra money. I said (using corporate language to hint) that I wasn't always good at asking for help, meaning, undertone, none of you offered to help me out and just expected me to sit and take it because I need my existing salary.

So this was in small groups, in which the focus was firstly giving feedback, and secondly remembering to praise each other for our achievements.

Well the nominated speaker for our group comes on and immediately my story of struggling to do a large amount of extra tasks that are essentially literally taking advantage of someone in a position of little power, actively causing stress to myself at work, for no extra money or any kind of reward but 'helping out the team' is told to the group as "sometimes we had to take on extra responsibilities but that was good because it let us learn about our inner strength and learn more about the business, increasing our skills for the future".

Excuse me! That was not AT ALL what I was talking about!

I already work a valuable job in healthcare. I ALREADY have skills - HENCE I was able to cover for senior team members and keep everything running and going literally at the cost of my social life, mental and physical health. And you aren't even going to say thanks or well done?! In the meeting where that is meant to be the focus?? In fact you're actually going to remove my agency and reframe the story of my own struggle and sacrifice to help out that I told you into some kind of heartwarming Disney ending where the servant felt that the work was its own reward?!

No sorry, get to fuck with that.

Ironically as a result of the teambuilding, feedback, evaluation and celebrating success meeting, I've come out feeling absolutely disheartened. They were like robots. I wasn't the only one that's made sacrifices like this this year, but I was the only one who didn't try and reframe it into a positive, with a neat learning experience and lesson for the group at the end of it.

This is the same workplace that asked us what we would like to add to the workplace to improve our own wellbeing (I reiterate, working in a stressful healthcare provider) and then shot down everything we suggested, even those things that wouldn't involve paying us more or giving us more time off. We were told that we could work longer hours in order to be able to 'earn' a team 'lunch out' during the work day (that of course we would also pay for), or that we could do a 'wellbeing walk' while also having a meeting, so... not exactly an opportunity to de-stress during the work day!

Honestly, I don't understand why these people don't pick up that they are becoming the architects of their own misery, constructing cages of their own making around themselves - and me! We don't have to play the game and turn everything into a positive. That isn't good for mental health OR morale overall either - it's just, ironically for the health background, putting a sticking plaster over a bigger wound. We need to grow up and actually address the issues we have as adults otherwise experienced and valuable staff are just going to end up burning out - which then increases the workload on everyone else and risks bringing the whole system back to square 1.

#nhs #uk nhs #nhs staff #healthcare #capitalism #work #antiwork #mental health #text post #business speak #2023 #real life #cost of living crisis

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martynsimp69 · 1 year

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HEY! as the second round of the mcytblr sexyman bracket settles in i wanted to take the time to thank everyone that turned out for #saintsweep in the first round. genuinely don’t know how any of this happened, but i was rly touched by the outpouring of support and positivity and enthusiasm from everyone who was willing to commit to the bit. (33%!!! 33!!!! A WHOLE THIRD!!!! 2206 PEOPLE!!!)

i wanna thank specifically zloy and the bracket team for being good sports about the whole thing -- the nomination started as a joke, but it was from a place of genuine excitement and goodwill, and i’m glad we all got to have fun with it. sorry for not actually fitting the “yt” part of the mcyt sexyman tournament LOL.

but, speaking of. i’d joked about making a minecraft video if i won when i first saw the nominations, but after everything that happened here in round one i’m probably gonna do it even tho i lost. i feel like i owe it to everyone who turned out and got really invested and also really confused about who this gay little tv was and why they couldn’t find him anywhere (SORRY ABOUT THAT).

SO!!! one of the things i wanted to do with the potential video was possibly a bit of a q&a; about me/saint, darkwoods smp, the bracket, lore, builds, whatever, idk!! but i figured, y’know, if anyone has questions they wanna ask feel free to send em my way, either in replies to this post or just straight in my askbox, anon or otherwise.

anyways!! thank you all again for everything -- i appreciate being allowed to take this whole thing and run with it as much as i have. it was surreal and hilarious and overwhelming and i am going to be riding the high for weeks. the bragging rights i got from this are insane. im putting official mcytblr sexyman nominee on my resume. godbless.

here is a little saint i doodled at work today while i watched the percentages on the poll tick up. love u guys forever 📺

#saintsweep #saintstarling #mcytblr sexyman #darkwoods smp #sorry if this is weird i am so tired it has been a long day my brain fried<3 #gay little tv what loves u #thank u redacted server and specifically fuzzy for getting me this far i couldn't have done it without u guys #this past ?? year and many months knowing u guys has been wonderful. ppl weren'tkidding when we said it feels like home in there #thank u to confetti for the propaganda videos and posts and everything #thank u to all the ppl who pushed for saintsweep #thank u zloy for recapping the me #ya. ya. i need to sleep now <3.#also itlwsweep everyone vote martyn or im exploding this website to the ground

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footballfanficwriter · 8 months

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Award show

A/n: I know I haven't been posting but writers block is a real thing fr, also requests are open

Summary:where the reader is Kylian's plus 1 to the football awards

I'm nervous, because although Kylian is my Husband we've never actually made a public appearance and people don't know we're married

Which has taken a strain on our marriage because I feel like he's ashamed to be seen with me in public and he says he wants to protect me

As if he can sense my nervousness he walks into the room and wraps his hand around me.

"You smell good" he say planting kisses on my neck

"Thank you"

"You also look very gorgeous"

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself, seems like I'm gonna be fighting a lot of women tonight"

He laughs and I smile at his laughter

"You don't have to worry about them, I'm all yours"

I smile and he pecks my lips

"C'mon let's go we don't wanna be late"

We walk out the door and into the car where our driver was waiting on us

The ride to the event was very nerve wrecking and my leg keeps bouncing

Kylian must have noticed because he places his hand on my thigh

"Hey don't worry,I'm right here and I'm not leaving your side side at all ok?"

"Ok"

We arrive and the driver opens the door for Kylian to get out and he reaches for my hand and steps out the car

As soon as we step out we're met with flashing lights and cameras

We make our way to the red carpet where we get interviewed by a blonde lady who looks very gorgeous

"Monsieur Kylian, ça va?"

"Merci et toi"

"Bien, I see you have brought a plus one today, who is this stunning lady?" She asks referring to me

"She's a very close friend of mine and I decided to bring her along today, cause I thought why not"

I look at Kylian in almost disbelief, but quickly cover up the face and put a smile on

"Yeah Kylian and I have known eachother for a long time now"

"Oh ok that's very nice and so sweet, so Kylian how are you feeling about tonight?" The interviewer asks putting her had on Kylian's Bicep

He pulls away and answers "really nervous but all I hope for is a smooth evening as well as a relaxed one"

"Well you heard it here folks Kylian is hoping for a smooth and relaxed night"

We walk away from the interviewer and make our way to our seats

I let go of him and he turns to me and asks "are you ok?"

"I don't wanna talk to you"

"Babe, I'm sorry"

"For what? Not claiming me in front of that interviewer or for letting her touch you like that"

"You look so hot when you're Jealous you know that"

"stop, this is very serious Kylian let go of me" I let go of his arm and the award ceremony starts

After a few awards are handed out the category Kylian is nominated for comes up

"Now for the youngest football player award"

The nominees are called out and Kylian grabs my hand

Just because I'm upset with him doesn't mean I don't care

"And the winner is ... Kylian Mbappe"

My heart drops with excitement, and he turns to me and hugs me and walks to the stage to collect his award

"Wow, thank you very much for the award it really means a lot to me, firstly I would like to thank my family for all the support they have given me through out my life, then l'd like to thank my fans all over the world, and thank you for being my support , and lastly, My Wife Y/n, thank you for always being my emotional and physical support, no matter how many times I wanted to give up, you were always pushing me and encouraging me to continue on this path even though it got tough, it was better because you were by my side cheering me on, thank you and I love you je t'aime mon amour"

He walks of the stage and comes back to his seat, he sits next to me again and I kiss him not caring we're in public, I've been wanting to do this ever since we started dating

"I love you too"

After the ceremony, I go online and see people freaking out about the news about Kylian and I's Marriage

When we got home Kylian couldn't stop smiling at me and neither could I

"Thank you for that" I said

"Don't thank me it was something I should have done a long time ago, and I'm sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you, if anything I'm actually very proud to call you my wife and I want the whole world to know that" he says

I smile at him and start kissing him very passionately

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a-strange-familiar · 2 years

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HIS MEMORIES - HS

A/n : Oh my god! This is the first time I'm ever writhing. I always enjoyed writhing. I used write journals and small stuff but never posted because of my insecurities. But today I wanted to throw all of them aside and do it.

Please forgive me if there are any mistakes, this is my first time. Please feel free to send your feed back and It would be sooo great of you reblog.

Warnings : lil swearing, angst , mention of sexual intimacy.

Pairing: Actress!Y/n and Harry

Summary: you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other . And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

(*The paragraphs in between in italics are flashbacks *)

part 2. part 3

HOPE YOU ENJOY . <3

You released a sigh and took another sip from your drink.

Industry parties can be fun, at the same time they can be a exhausting and overwhelming, especially for a introvert person like you. You came to the party like an hour ago. First fourty minutes you tried to socialize and stuff. But that's your limit. Your social battery drained and you have no more energy to socialize, but still you have to. Till date you wonder how the hell did you ended up here with your introvert personality. But that's what fate is.

You have been in the industry for a good three years and you did amazing job to prove your self. You got few awards and got nominated to few prestigious awards , amazing following on social media and a good reputation in industry. But still you feel like a new comer when it came to these kinds of situations. You feel so intimidated by all the famous actors, singers and other industry members. You feel so little while comparing to everyone. That's one of the thing that your manager Taylor don't like. She always tells you be confident and believe that you deserve everything you have now and don't belittle yourself.

That's one of things you like in Taylor. She is really confident, and you want atleast ten percent of that.

" Y/N !" your thoughts are immediately got cut by hearing your name from a familiar voice.

You turn and see the person who called you. And you spot none other than of one of your close friends in the industry, Gemma Chan. You smile at her and she gave you big grin back and gave you a big bear hug.

Gemma is one of your first friends in the industry, you did a film with her 2 years back when your new and from then she is your friend and a big sister.

"Look at you girl, you look amazing " she said by giving a once over and looking at your black sheer drees your wearing which have a slit on left which is showing your entire leg perfectly .

You giggled " Thank you, but look at you Babe. You look stunning" She is really stunning, she is wearing a beatifull tight pink bodycon dress.

"So Y/n , how are you? "

"I'm good, I'm amazing actually. "

"I hope I can believe you." She said In a sad tone.

You released a sigh "Gemma , I'm really good. Look at me I'm fine , totally. "

She looks at you in disbelieve but didn't prolong it." If you say so."

"Soo, you ready? I thought you wouldn't be comfortable for this yet . But here you are ."

You had no clue what she is talking about. You chuckled. "Gemma , what are you talking about,? Am I ready for what? "

Her eyes went wide . She opened her mouth to say something but closed again. After few seconds she asked " You didn't know? Shit ! " It was more like she is saying to her self.

" Didn't know what? " you asked in confusion.

"He is going to be his tonight. He will be here by any minute from now."

And with that everything around you came to a halt. All the memories you kept buried in the back of my mind for 6 months hit you back like a flood.

He is going to be here? Of course he will be here . After all he is HARRY FREAKING STYLES. It's your dumbness for thinking that he won't be here. He is one of the biggest and famous singers in the world, obviously HE WILL be in a big party like this.

You look back at Gemma " um... I- I didn't know that"

"Obviously you don't know, or why you'll be here? So now what are you gonna do ?"

"What will I do ? I'm not gonna run from the party because of him ."

" No , not like that . Are you gonna talk to him?"

" I don't know Gem , I genuinely don't know. This is so... fucked up."

She kept her hand on your shoulder "I know Babe. It'll be fine . Don't do anything that you'll regret later . Just do what your heart says"

You looked down at your feet "yeah" you said in a defeated tone.

Then you heard a loud voice calling Gemma . You both turned your head and looked at a guy who is one of Gemma's friends.

She looked back at you and said " Look, I'll be back . Or you can come with me near my friends .I don't want to leave you alone in the corner. "

You shook your head "No ,no it's fine . You go, I'll be fine. I'll come after a bit."

"You sure?" she asked in disbelief.

You just nod.

She just nod back. Give you a small peck on your cheek and left.

With that your alone again with your own thoughts. But this time your more dreadful.

You are going to see the person whom you loved with your entire soul. Your boyfriend for 1year 3 months. A person whom you thought you will spend your entire life with. A person who you still love , and maybe you will love forever.

You are going to see your ex boyfriend whom you still love , after 6 months for the first time after you broke up.

You and Harry met each other for the first time in a premier party of one of your very first films. He was the guest. That's where you met him. You had an undeniable crush on that man for so long. You are a big fan of him . That's one of the reasons why he was there at party that night. Your director know that you love him , so he thought it would be nice gift for you if Harry came.

And it was amazing . Harry is an amazing person not only on stage and infront of camera but also in real life. That night you saw him entering into the party , while giving everyone his signature dimple smile. And it was hard for you to not to fall on your knees at the sight.

You were looking at Harry who is walking into the party. There are many other celebrities around but still he stood out. He is just spreading his charm around. And you feel all the eyes around are on him . I mean can you blame them ?And just like that he was in front of you .

Your director Christopher Nolan. Introduced you to him . Harry worked with him too in past. They were so close and that the reason why Harry came to the party without a second thought.

Once you were introduced to Harry your eyes immediately met with his beautiful jade green eyes . People were right, he has some kind of magnetic attraction in his eyes. He extended his hand towards yours , you hesitantly gave yours. You both shake your hands and instead of leaving your hand he bought your hand to his lips and kissed the back. And all this happened while he is intensely burning his graze on you.

" Nice to meet you Y/n , I saw the trailer and it's fantastic " he said with a smile.

You blushed like an idiot and you mumbled a thank you.

And you both are having a small talk and people around you are also joining in between .

At one point in between the conversation he leaned in near your ear and his soft, delicate, pink lips are almost touching your ear and he said " you look so beautiful, you really are so pretty and I love your drees. " and he leaned back with a smirk plasterd on his lips.

You stood there all stunned trying to hide your blush and shock.

And after your first meeting you both kept in touch and both liked each other. And after a month you both went on your first Date. He came to your place and you both cooked dinner together, danced in the kitchen, and watched a film. In simple words you had a best date ever.

After 2 more dates you were both a couple . He asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes in a heartbeat. And from then everything is a fairytale until it's not. You both kept your relationship in private, and it's a mutual decision. You were new to the industry and you are doing soo good with everything and breaking this news will give a big unnecessary attention. You both didn't want it . You wanted to be known for your work , not for being someone's girlfriend. So you both thought it would be good to keep it private for now and later after few days you can make it public. And only yours and his family members along with some of the close friends know about you both.

You both were madly in love. He said 'l love you ' into the 5th month of your relation. And you said it back immediately because you wanted to say those words for a long time but you thought you will freak him out. So you kept to yourself.

And suddenly you came out of your thoughts . And you realised that your drink is empty. And you want to refill it.

You just started to look around seeing everyone socializing and having fun . And you smile to yourself while looking around.

And then your entire world stopped. You met with those pair of beautiful green orbes that you were love in with once . You still are in love with.

He was looking at you. He is not just looking at you, he is looking into you. Like he is looking into your soul. His expression is unreadable. You can't figure out what he was thinking.

How long has he been here ? Is he looking at you for so long? Are you that lost in your thoughts that you didn't even see him.?

Whatever it is, now he is here. Standing a few feet distance from you looking at you while having a conversation with someone.

You can't take this any more. You just can't.

While looking at him all the memories came back. All His memories came back.

You remember the days when you both made love . When he was deep inside you , his lips to your ear breathing heavily and wishpering sweet nothings into your ear.

You remember the days when you both used to cook together and dance in the kitchen.

You remember the lazy Sunday mornings when you both were lazy to get up early. He used to refuse to get up and you both ended being in bed till noon.

You remember taking showers together, and baths. You remember him massaging your scalp with your favorite shampoo.

You remember when he said 'I love you' for the first time.

You remember the times when he used to sleep on you chest and your hand tangled in his curls gently massaging it. And the way he used to whine and complain when you stopped.

You remember the the way he used to sleep on your chest and suck at your nipples even when your not having sex. It helped him to sleep better.

You remember the way you both used miss each other because you were far from each other at the other end of the world for work.

You remember your late night talking in the balcony, because he knew exactly how much you love it.

You remember breaking up with him , both of you crying and bawling. You asking him to not to leave you. Begging him to be with you.

You remember you first kiss and your last one. And all the once in between. You remember each and everything you did together.

You remember everything, because you didn't forget anything.

Fuck . Seeing him now you can't take it anymore. All those memories are coming back.

You waited for him. You know why he broke up with you . He thought he did what's best for you, but that's not his decision to make. You waited for him all these months , you thought he will come back and take you back to him . But that never happened.

Actually you still are waiting.

You tried to move on but couldn't. How are you supposed to move on when a piece of your heart will always beat for him , no matter what ?

All the pain and sadness turned into anger. You can't take it anymore. But there is one question in your mind .

'If he come and apologise now and asked you to come back , will you? '

And you can't be here, you made your way to the balcony, which is your spot at any party. If anyone wants to find you they should first come to the balcony.

Once you entered into the balcony cold winter air hit your face. And you stand there admiring the nature. While you stand there you can't help but think about him.

You and Harry are sleeping on his bed. You are sleeping on your back and his head on your chest just the way you both like. His hands are wrapped around your waist and your hands are in his beautiful chocolate brown curls , massaging .

You both are in comfortable silence, you can hear nothing other than your soft breathings. The room is dimly lit , but you can still see his features very well.

"Baby? " He was the first one to break the silence.

You hummed back in answer.

He lifted his head so that your eyes are meeting , you give him a small smile.

"I want to tell you something, but you can't freak out" He looked nervous.

And you were nervous too , you don't know what he was about to tell you.

"What is it baby? You can tell me what's wrong "

He looks soo nervous, like he is about to break down. But he took a long breath and said those three words which you are dreading to say for soo long and wanted to hear for so long.

"I love you , Y/n"

You were so shocked to hear him say that. Tears are already building in your eyes. He got more nervous by the lack of your reply . He quickly got up and tried to loosen the situation.

"You don't have to say it back , I just wanted to say you because I mean it .I wanted to say this for so long but didn't have enough courage. But you don't have say it back. Take your time. I'll wait, I'm right here. I-"

You cut his rambling by slaming your lips to his , your action caught him off guard but quickly he reciprocated with same amount of passion. You both kissed for so long and you both were out of breath. You rested your forehead against his . You both are looking into each other's eyes and breathing heavily.

"I love you too , Harry . I love soo much. " You confesed out of breath.

"You do ?" He asked you in disbelief.

You just nod and pecked his lips.

He grins ear to ear " say it again, please baby I want to hear it again "

You smile so wide "I love you Harry , I love you soo fucking much"

He closed his eyes let a deep sigh in content. "I can't get enough of you , I love you, baby"

Your thoughts are abundantly stopped by the sound of a pair of foot steps. You don't even have to look back to see it's him. You know it's him. And by every step he takes his familiar perfume is hitting your nose. And you swallow the lump in your throat.

You are going to do this . You are not weak. You can face him and talk.

And when the foot steps came to a halt. You can feel a presence behind you . You took a long breath and turned around to see your Harry. Maybe not yours.

You met with his beautiful face and magnetic green eyes. Again you can't read his expression. It's not cold , but its not warm too.

He opened his mouth and it felt like heaven to hear his voice for the first time in 6 months .

" Hey Y/n".

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A/n : I felt it here as an open ending, you can imagine what ever you want or if you want a part 2 please let me know . I have idea but don't know if you guys want to read or not.

Thank you for reading this. It meant a lot for taking your time and reading it. Please don't mind my mistakes. This is my first time writing. Feel free to send feed back. It means a lot for me if you hit reblog.

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Please like and reblog. It will give me motivation to me to write more.

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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My Night

AN: I decided to split the Oscars and Grammys bc 🤭🤭🤭

Requested? No

Warnings: trashnitta and ANGST (Jackman needa to get it together lmao)

Word County: 3.5k words

Miriam knew she was being petty, but she was pissed at Jack. He should have known better than to let someone who he's not dating sit on his lap and take pictures, consequently posting them, when his actual girlfriend was in another continent working her ass off so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of Beyoncé at the Oscars. The only reasonable thing Miriam could do was post a video of her sparring with Beto. She captioned the video with ‘pre-Oscars workout <3’. Actually, if she really wanted to be petty she would have captioned it ‘when I see my man and the bitch that thinks she can dry hump him’ like Claudia suggested when they were at Mede's house celebrating Sebas's second birthday but she didn’t.

Truthfully, Miriam was more upset at the fact that Anitta was always nice to her online and decided to pull that shit on her. She reposted the tiktok Claudia and she did the Envolver challenge with a bunch of heart emojis and keyboard smashes. Her parents were in Brazil to celebrate their friend’s birthday and brought Jack along because they knew he was a fan of Ronaldinho. Isabela facetimed Miriam so she could say hi to Ronaldinho. Anitta kindly asked her if she could say hi to her.

Miriam fangirled of course, Kisses was one of her favorite albums back in 2019 and ‘Get to Know Me’ was in almost every playlist she had. They briefly talked and promised each other to hang out in Vegas because she was also attending the Grammys. Now she wasn’t even sure she wanted to be in the same city as her.

“I think they’re dry now.” Mede said, tapping Miriam’s nails. “I’m gonna see if Soni has your dress ready.”

“Okay,” Miriam nodded.

She already got her hair and makeup done, in addition to her nails. All she needed to do was get dressed. Miriam got up and checked her phone. She read over the comments on her post, giggling at Aleena and Claudia’s comments both basically saying that they would thank her if she roundhouse kicked them like she did to Beto. She scrolled through more, a bunch of people were commenting that she was just being unnecessarily petty over the picture of Jack and Anitta, so she decided to delete the reel.

Today was a big day for her and she wanted to put all her focus on the good. ‘In the Heights’ was nominated for Best Picture and Best Soundtrack, so the Academy requested that they perform for the show. The cast was performing the opening number. The choreographers added moving set props so the audience can get all the angles that were similar to the movie version. So while they were singing and dancing, they would have to be moving the set.

Miriam was beyond nervous, not only because Beyonce was gonna be in attendance, and she had to sing in front of her, but because she felt like she had something to prove. After people found out she was essentially a nepotism baby, she was critiqued a lot for getting the role. To them it should have gone to someone who didn’t have any connections in the industry.

In her defense the role kinda fell on her lap. It’s not her fault Lin Manuel Miranda happened to be attending the one theater she was performing at. Technically speaking she was just some college student volunteering. No one even knew about her until last year.

“You okay mija?” Soni asked her.

“Yeah, I just zoned out.” Miriam reassured her.

“I have the dress ready.” she said, unzipping the garment bag.

Miriam was going to wear a Herve Leger dress from the archives. It was the black floor length dress Ines Rivero wore for the Fall 1997 fashion show. Originally she wasn’t going to wear that. She was going to get a custom dress, but the designer that was supposed to dress her fell through, leaving her without a dress. Luckily, Soni has connections and was able to get the Herve Leger dress for her at the last minute. For the Vanity Fair after party she was going to wear a Soni original, which she is excited for because her tits look really good. Next week she was also going to wear another custom look from her.

Soni helped her get dressed and checked if she needed to do any last minute adjustments, but she didn’t. The dress fit her perfectly. Miriam at the last minute decided to wear the chain Jack got her when ‘In the Heights’ came out along with the ring her parents gave her. Lastly slipped on her tall red bottoms and exited the bedroom of the suite.

“BITCH!” Mede exclaimed when she saw her.

“Stop!” Miriam covered her face in embarrassment.

“I didn’t even say anything!” she said defensively.

“Ya te conozco.” she pointed a finger at her friend.

“Fine, I’ll keep my opinions to myself.” Mede fake sniffled.

“Thank you.” Miriam smiled softly, smoothing out her dress.

“Okay, well we gotta get going. Your parents, Joseph, and Kata already left.” she said as she gathered all the things they would need.

“They ditched me?” she asked, frowning.

“Girl were you not paying attention. Kata said they were all leaving early, so they wouldn’t overshadow you when everyone got there. This is your night, and no one is going to ruin that.”

Jack stared down at his phone. When he landed, he went straight to the studio. They were taking a lunch break, so he was watching the Oscars red carpet live stream on Youtube, waiting for Miriam to walk the red carpet. He would have joined her, but he didn’t want to ruin her day and have people be more focused on them. People were still adjusting to the fact that they were dating.

Some were confused at how Jack was able to 'bag' Miriam because she's Miriam Dominguez. Others had predicted that they were an item and posted threads of the couple at events together, pointing out that they were under their noses. A few were also to connect that the random girl Jack was spotted with in New York of last year im the Berkeley hat was actually Miriam because a few days ago she posted a selfie of herself in said hat. Then there were 'antis'. These people either claimed that Jack and Miriam were in a PR relationship because days later Jack's Rolling Stone's cover was revealed as well as the teaser for Miriam's movie with Oscar Isaac OR they just couldn’t fathom that the couple was together. Those usually followed with some rude comments that Jack can do better because according to them Miriam was plain and ugly. Jack had to delete Twitter off his phone because he was ready to argue with anyone who said something bad about Miriam.

“Remind me why you’re not there?” Urban asked him.

“It’s her day. If I show up, it’s gonna cause a thing. I am meeting her at the after party though.” Jack explained.

“Oh, I thought you were avoiding her because of what Anitta posted and deleted.” his best friend shrugged before lighting up a blunt.

“What did Anitta post?” he asked, confused.

“Are you serious?” Urban asked him. Jack nodded. He held his finger up and pulled out his phone, looking through his bookmarks for the screenshot. He handed Jack his phone. He took a hit and said, “and your girl posted a video of her kickboxing with her bodyguard not even ten minutes after Anitta posted that.”

Jack cursed. He was caught off guard when the picture was taken. He was talking to Urban when she sat on his lap. He was trying to process that someone who wasn't Miriam was on top of him then he saw a flash. As quickly as she sat on him, Anitta walked away. He didn't think she was gonna post it, so he decided not to warn Miriam about it.

“Here we have Miriam Dominguez.” one of the interviews said, making room for her.

Jack handed Urban his phone back and looked down at his.

“Hi!” she beamed.

Miriam looked beautiful as always, but Jack could tell she was nervous. Her shoulders were up to her ears. She played with her yellow gold emerald cut diamond band that her parents gave her when she graduated from UC Berkeley, waiting for the interviewers to ask their questions.

“Is the boyfriend here? Or is he in the dog house for taking pictures with Anitta.” a woman asked in a teasing tone that was usually reserved for friends.

“They did not just ask her that.” Urban said in disbelief.

They watched Miriam tilt her head and smile sweetly at the interviewers before saying, “Thank you for asking me something that has nothing to do with why I’m at the Academy Awards. If you actually read the note card that was provided, you would have read that I requested that questions about me and my partner were not to be asked. So thank you for wasting my time and yours.”

With that she turned around and Mede ushered her to the next interview station.

The interviewers looked at each other with their mouths open in shock. “Uh, we’re going to go to a commercial break.”

A Mercedes car commercial played, so Jack exited out of the app.

“She’s fucking pissed.” He said, leaning back into his chair, and pushed back his curls.

“Why don’t you just go? I’m pretty sure her friends can sneak you in through the back or something.” Urban suggested.

“But what–”

“Bro, just fucking go. We’re not doing much here.”

Neelam walked over to them. “Jack, when you have a second, Metta wants to go through some of your options for the Grammys.”

“I’m free right now,” he told her. He looked over to his producers. “Can we work on this tomorrow? I think we all need some rest.”

Everyone agreed and started packing their things. Jack grabbed his phone and texted Mede if she could get him in. She replied Kermit the Frog doing the middle finger, but then replied that he had an hour before Miriam had to be on stage. She also sent him directions and a QR code that he needs to get in through the back where all the trailers were parked.

“Okay so here are–”

“Metta, you think you can get a suit ready for me right now?” he asked, cutting her off.

“Of course. Give me ten minutes and I'll have something ready.”

In less than half an hour, he was on his way to the Dolby Theater, dressed in a black slim fit YSL suit with black matte boots. He wore a black turtleneck under and his KY necklace. He arrived soon after and spotted Mede waiting for him by the entrance.

“You really decided to show your face after the shit you pulled.” She greeted him.

Jack scratched the back of his neck. “I know–”

“We don’t have time for this, c’mon.” She cut him off.

Jack followed her towards the theater. All the way to where Miriam’s family was. He was nervous to sit with them. They have obviously seen the picture.

“Is there somewhere else that I can sit?” he asked Mede.

“Probably, but you have to put on your big boy pants and sit with them.” she said calmly. Mede walked up to her family and motioned him to sit. “Les traje el sinverguenza.”

“Hi.” Jack awkwardly waved at them.

Miriam’s family all gave him an unenthusiastic greeting. He took a seat in one of the three empty seats and pulled out his phone to check in with Chris. While he was at it, he ordered several floral and rose arrangements for Miriam to be delivered to her parents’ house by tomorrow afternoon. He put his phone away, not wanting to be one of those people that get caught on their phones during the Oscars and become a meme, and listened to Regina Hall and Wanda Sykes.

They were talking from the audience while the set crew set up the stage. He spotted the back of Miriam’s head all the way in the front row, in the small table where Beyonce and Jay Z sat.

The white lady, who’s name Jack was forgetting, who was hosting alongside Regina Hall and Wanda Sykes approached them and made an unfunny joke.

She made a face at the lack of reaction to her joke, but quickly composed herself and announced, “Here to perform ‘In the Heights’ please welcome the cast of ‘In the Heights’ and everyone's favorite nepotism daughter, Maria Dominguez.”

Miriam’s family and Jack all turned to look at each other.

“Did she say…” Jack trailed off.

“Why are people suddenly calling Miriam, Maria?" Joseph asked.

“Because they're racist bitches.” Katalina mumbled as she pulled out her phone to record her little sister.

Jack turned to the stage and watched the performance. He had the song pretty much memorized because he jokingly told Miriam that he was going to watch the movie everyday until it was off HBOMAX. She didn’t believe him, so to prove it to her, he’d send her videos of himself singing along to random parts of the musicals.

He knew Miriam’s solo was coming up when Corey Hawkins entered the stage and did his part with Anthony Ramos and the actor who played Sonny. They mentioned Miriam’s character and the lights went to her. She started singing her part from Beyonce and Jay Z’s table. Two of the background dancers lifted her up onto the stage and she made her way to Anthony Ramos and Corey Hawkins. She finished her part and took a prop coffee cup, walking to the back of the stage.

Jack was mesmerized by how the dress looked on her as he watched Miriam sing and dance the big group dance in the song. It was similar to the green dress her character wore in the scene when there was a blackout in the salsa club.

When they finished their performance, everyone in the audience stood up and gave them a standing ovation. Jack heard sniffling and turned to the side and found Miriam’s mom crying out of happiness. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a kleenex pack, handing her the packet. He looked back on the stage as Miriam’s eyes landed on him. She smiled brightly at him before turning her attention to the stage.

After they walked off the stage, the white lady came back and tried to save face for calling Miriam ‘Maria’. She only made it worse, claiming that it wasn’t her fault that Isabela and Mateo named Miriam with a name close to another one, and that if they didn’t want people confusing her name, they should have named her something else. Regina Hall stepped in and said that they were going on commercial break.

Jack got a tweet notification from Miriam. He unlocked his phone and read it. ‘If you’re gonna single me out, the least you can do is get my name right lmao.’

Jack was in an SUV en route to the Vanity Fair party. He and Miriam discussed and agreed that they didn’t feel comfortable walking the red carpet as a couple yet. So they’re going to walk in separately.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, but the cast of ‘In the Heights’ did win their Oscar for ‘Best Soundtrack.’ When Lin Manuel Miranda went up to the stage to accept the Oscar, he called the cast members present and shared his award with them.

The red carpet wasn’t as hectic as Jack anticipated. He was nervous that people were going to ask about Miriam or that picture that was going around. The interviewers mostly asked about the Grammys and if he was excited to perform with Lil Nas X. He was also asked about when he was in Turks and Caicos with Drake. He slipped inside to wait for Miriam.

Jack ran into Timothee Chalamet. He was relieved to run into someone he knew because he didn’t want to be awkwardly walking around until Miriam got there. Kid Cudi went up to them and they all hung out with Jaden Smith and his family. A while later Miriam texted him telling him that she went in. He replied that he was with Timothee. A few moments later, he felt someone reach for his arm.

“Hi.” she said, giving him a side hug.

Miriam pulled away and went around to greet the group. Jack took a second to take her in her outfit change. She looked good as fuck in a tangerine asymmetrical full length sheer gown with a ruffle train and a slit down her left leg. She was practically naked, save for the nude thong she wore under. It was off the shoulder so the ruffles in the sleeve and neckline covered her nipples.

She danced with her statuette as Timothee hyped her up and Jordyn Woods recorded her. She took pictures with the group.

That’s what the night mostly consisted of. People would go up to Miriam, congratulate her and take a picture with her. Her and Jack barely had a moment to themselves. Not that he minded. He was extremely proud of Miriam. The movie deserved that win and so did she. He just wished they would have a moment alone to talk about the last twenty-four hours.

At some point Jack lost track of Miriam. He scanned the venue and he instantly found her in the bar area. He frowned seeing her with Shawn Mendes. They were posing for a picture. Thankfully there was some distance between them or else Jack would have to be held back.

It was obvious that she was getting back at him for the Anitta picture. Why else would she be posing with her old fuck buddy? And it’s not like Shawn didn’t know Jack and Miriam. In fact he’s known since the VMAs when he was trying to talk her up because they were presenting Jack and Lil Nas X for their performance.

As if knowing Jack was looking at her, Miriam excused herself and walked over to him.

“Hey!” she said. “Do you wanna get going? I have the house to myself. The twins are going to another after party after this and then my parents are staying at the hotel they were at when we were all getting ready.”

“Sure,” he mumbled.

They grabbed their things and left the venue. Jack shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Miriam’s shoulders as they made their way to his car. He opened the door for her and got in after her. She set her statuette down in the seat between her and Jack and let out a shaky breath.

Tonight was such an overwhelming night for her. She was bouncing all over the place mingling and networking with everyone that she didn’t have any time to enjoy having Jack at her side. They took a few pictures, but one of the things she loved doing was being in crowded rooms with him and somehow existing in their own little world.

“Hey I know tonight was chaotic and I wanted to apologize for–”

“Did you take that picture with Shawn to get back at me for the Anitta shit?” Jack asked, cutting her off.

“What picture?” Miriam asked, confused. The only picture she took with Shawn was a group picture with Eugenio Debrez, Sebastian Yatra, and Diego Boneta and that was because Sebastian Yatra asked him to join. She wouldn’t go out of her way to take a picture with him.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about? I saw you earlier before you asked me if I wanted to go home.” he snapped at her.

“It was a group picture.” she said, trying to contain her frustration.

“But he was still in it.”

“And? I didn’t ask him to be in it. Did you want me to tell Sebastian Yatra, ‘hey I don’t want Shawn to be in the picture. I used to let him hit it raw about four years ago and it’s awkward.’ like?” she said sarcastically. Before he could respond, she continued. “You have some fucking nerve to be even start an argument with me. You fucking let Anitta sit on your fucking lap and she fucking posted that shit like you were a fucking couple.”

“If you let me explain.” he said, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Okay, explain then.”

Jack got quiet. There isn’t a good explanation, no matter how he spun it. At the end of the day, Anitta sat on his lap to take a picture.

Miriam looked behind her, relieved to see Beto tailing Jack’s driver. “Pull over.” she said to the driver.

“Miriam–”

“Please pull over.” She repeated herself to the driver. The SUV parked in front of a ‘no parking’ sign. She turned to Jack, wiping tears off her cheeks. “Do not talk to me until you figure out your shit. I don’t want to pursue a relationship where we’re always second guessing each other. As much as I love you, respect myself enough to know that this isn’t what I want.”

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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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What do you think about Namjoon not being nominated in even one category for MAMAs?

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I wasn't expecting him to get nominated in any category, so nothing's changed for me between yesterday and today. The only people who I suppose are disappointed are those who were unaware what his streams, views, and sales look like relative to other members. The same goes for Seokjin.

I understand the disappointment though. Many Namjoon biases note how he's often the target and subject of hate more than other members (I've noted Jimin gets more graphic forms of hate but Joon as the face of the group deals with more), how he serves as the sonic/lyrical foundation of BTS, replicated and improved on all of that in Indigo; and yet the fandom gravitates towards supporting the more conventionally attractive members in the group which are the maknae-line (and who also happen to have the most competitive akgaes), or compared to members who have diversified their appeal outside the fandom through dancing and producing for other people the way SOPE have done. It's just the reality of how most fandoms work in general.

But at the same time, I don't feel bad for him. Lol. Maybe it's just me, but I'm not trying to gas him up when I say I recognize he has a reputation that's solid beyond k-pop awards and that outpaces k-pop trends. The people asking to borrow his personal art collection for national exhibitions aren't keeping up with how many MAMA awards he (or any BTS member) has, neither are the artists the world over who are eager to work with him as equals. I've talked about this on my blog before, but during the pandemic I managed a music blog with my friends who are musicians (as their day job). A couple months ago they joined me for a listening session of all BTS solo albums. They loved Namjoon's Indigo the most and went on to share his music within their circle of musicians. Whether or not he gets k-pop awards, his reputation and artistic merit is rock solid.

The reasons I love and respect Namjoon aren't unique to me.

One could say the point is not about his reputation but about how the fandom supports him, but I don't expect equal treatment from the fandom because no fandom works like that. As unpopular an opinion as this is, I think ARMYs actually show more equitable treatment between the members than any other fandom, and this is seen by the achievements, streams, and sales Namjoon does have compared to other k-pop solo artists and even Western rappers. People forget that the 'worst' performers in BTS are still extremely and objectively successful by every single metric. I'm looking forward to his next project and will support it if I like it, regardless of what the fandom does or doesn't do.

#namjoon #bts #bts chapter 2 #kpop

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treat my boy like a fancy little princess - platonic izzy x reader, focus on izzy x frenchie, post s2

You’d hardly know Frenchie is the captain of this vessel, with the way he asks Izzy about nearly any decision he makes and brings him coffee and treats and literally sits at the man’s feet. Foot. It’s endearing as hell, obviously, both to Izzy and to everyone else on board, but it does make the chain of command feel a little…wobbly.

No one’s quite sure how to navigate it, so the protocol that’s evolved is that you ask Frenchie something first, you get told to ask Izzy, you ask Izzy, and you confirm the answer is in accord with Frenchie’s vision as a captain. Quick decision-making is not an option.

Luckily, on the rare occasion there’s an actual raid instead of some kind of scam or extended fuckery, Izzy is indisputably in charge.

Frenchie can fight, sure, at least kind of. He had to learn during the Kraken’s reign. But his weird sharp claws and feral instincts don’t hold a candle to Izzy’s highly-polished swordplay and insane level of tactical knowledge. So you look to Izzy when you’re in a raid, and to Frenchie, nominally anyway, the rest of the time. It works, more or less.

“When are they going to fuck?” Zheng asks you one afternoon, looking at Izzy sitting on the ladder by the captain’s cabin with Frenchie at his feet, rapt at whatever it is Izzy is saying.

“I don’t know if it’s like that,” you say. “Don’t you get a kind of father-son vibe?”

Zheng snorts.

“I get a daddy vibe,” she says, which is kind of impressive because she wasn’t even on board when Izzy embarrassed himself with that one.

“Look,” you say, “just because your boyfriend has a partner who has a girlfriend or whatever doesn’t mean you’re the relationship expert all of the sudden.”

“You’re way behind,” she says. “My boyfriend has a partner and a girlfriend who are my partner and girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you say, “well, congratulations, but still. Frenchie and Izzy are just doing their thing. Their heavily-informed-by-shared-trauma thing. I think we should leave them alone.”

Zheng tosses her head in a way that makes one of her pigtails go out of alignment, and she fixes it with an annoyed look on her face.

“It’s not just me,” she says. “Ask anyone. We’re all waiting.”

You have to go help Roach in the galley, so you just shrug and walk away.

“Hey, friend,” Roach says, cheerful today. “Do you know whether the little man is in love with our captain?”

You groan.

“Not you too,” you say. “Zheng was on this just a minute ago.”

“I keep an eye on my beautiful Frenchie,” Roach says, tapping below one eye. “And on our weird little first mate, too.”

“I don’t even know if they’re like that,” you say, pointlessly.

“They are,” Roach says. “Obviously. I need a way to tell Izzy that if he hurts my Frenchie there’ll be hell to pay, but also that I welcome him to start a relationship with Frenchie and treat him as he should be treated. Like a lady.”

“Probably not a lady,” you say.

“You know what I mean,” Roach says, and you do. “Like a fancy person. Izzy needs to treat him like he’s very, very fancy.”

“Mm,” you say, picking up a knife and potato and getting to chopping. “Very fancy, yeah.”

Roach has exhausted his chattiness for the moment and just mixes spices as you chop vegetables. It’s nice. Very companionable.

And then you hear Izzy’s gait coming down into the galley, and you sigh, praying for strength. Not him too.

“Uh,” Izzy starts, brilliantly. “Roach, I wondered, uh. If I could talk to you.”

Roach smiles like a shark.

“Izzy! Of course! I’ll just have my helper leave us –”

“No,” Izzy says, “they’re fine.” He smiles slightly at you, clearly grateful you’re here.

“What did you want to talk about?” Roach asks much too brightly.

“You know how me and Frenchie, we, you know, we’re close?” Izzy asks.

“Yeah,” Roach says. As if anyone could have missed that.

“That all right with you?”

“Depends,” Roach says. “You going to treat my boy like a fancy little princess?”

Izzy’s taken off guard by that one.

“Uh,” he says, “if that’s what he wants, then, well, yeah,” he finally says.

Roach nods once, decisively.

“If you hurt him,” he says, smiling the while, “I will butcher you.”

“I’d expect no less,” Izzy says.

“Have you talked to Frenchie about this yet?” you ask, dying of curiosity.

“I haven’t,” Izzy says. “I don’t – I don’t know how.”

Roach’s grin practically gleams.

“And that’s why you’ve come to me.”

#izzy hands x frenchie #x reader fanfiction #our flag means death #x reader #izzy hands #roach ofmd #zheng ofmd #zheng yi sao #reader #izzy hands x reader #but you're bff

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SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO CONT.

DAY 4 • October 20, 2023 • Third Vote, bye bye Jordan

< Previous (Day 3 Oops No Vote)

HOOO BOY MY DUDES.

So for some reason they planned this vote at 10am (cause they hate the west coasters??? Oh. Oh wait yeah, they probably wanted to make it more inconvenient so people want to get it done.)

Also C-Span hecked up??? And didn’t come on till a bit into ten and while the ALTERNATE CHAPLIN WAS ALREADY PRAYING.

This guy is NOT NICE CHILL LADY CHAPLIN. He sounds chill, but he said shit about "We need more of you (God)," and "[Lord] Lead us in your will." which again AGAIN. SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. AT LEAST nice Lady Chaplin asks god to lead us for what is best for the people. WHERE IS OUR NICE LADY CHAPLIN.

They do the pledge and then do their "Call of the House" (head count buzz in to make sure they have a Quorum/majority of the reps). This also serves to find out what the total number is to base the needed votes for a majority. This is why they let the timer lapse around as long as it was going, to make sure they have all the votes possible for better chances at getting majority.

C-Span actually had journalist/reporters going today??? Which they hadn't all week. But good info was had that I'll add in the takeaways. Made me jump tho during roll call rofl.

We hear that one Republican is out on a """Fact Finding Mission to Israel""" and he is one that votes Jordan so, not great for that. Apparently NORMALLY there are 435 seats for a majority of 218 votes needed, but there's been 2 vacancies so that's why it's been 433. 2 Democrat Representatives are out (V. Gonzales and Payne, no word why but not really an issue). Roll ends with 427 Present (Which would mean 214 to have a majortiy but by final vote it was 429 votes, so really only 4 ppl MIA instead of 6 and 215 needed)

SPEECHES

lolol So McCarthy gave this nomination speech for Jordan and like, I know they don't hate each other but I hope that hurt.

Says, contrary to Dem talking points, Jordoran is an effective legislator (WHICH GETS FUCKING LAUGHTER, AMAZING)

Continues that the Speakership is about compromise and working long hours to get it done (implying Jordan can and has done these things) GETTING MORE LAUGHTER AND CHATTER and McHenry even fucking calls us to order about it lol

"Democrats are attacking Jim" because they don't want secure borders (my dude it is YOUR PARTY not electing him)

Called Jordan selfless (DOUBTFUL)

Quotes people who worked with or under him (stupid and ofc only the good ones)

Goes into an example of Jordan and like, man I hate the way McCarthy speaks/tells stories/way he talks. Grates on my nerves

We've got a job to do (yeah, yet you seem incapable so far)

Does more Jabs at democrats cuase he's exhausting and desperate to blame anyone but his party

BLessedly not the longest but still annoying

Clark, Rep of Massachussets is here to give us a speech (OOOooo she's new to me)

Blah blah 212 consistently, we rock and are united

Republicans are disconnected from the people

Pointed out Jordan voted against healthcare for Mothers, chlidren, elderly and Veterans (haha which got angry dissent noises, sucks to suck)

Also notes he voted against lowering the cost of insulin multiple times

That he's a reproductive healthcare extremist

Reminds us Jordan's an election denier, misinformation spreader, and a threat to our democracy

American people want us to work for them and re-open the house, but the republicans keep fighting each other instead

blissfully short and with a good pace and snappy delivery, I like you Clark

The fucking dems started chanting Jeffries name again and this time McHenry tried to gavel them back to order but tHEY STARTED CHANTING LOUDER FASTER TILL THEY DEVOLVED INTO CHEERING. and Honestly, go off since you have to keep coming back to this bs

VOTING COMMENCES 429 Present • 215 To win •

Jordan can only lose 3 votes

NOTABLE VOTES (key: *change in voing, + same as last vote)

Bacon - McHenry * (Voted for McCarthy last vote, AND WE'RE OFF)

Bilirakis - Jordan +

Bost - MIA/Votes Jordan on recall

Buchannon - Donalds + (-2 votes)

Buck - Emmer + (-3 Jordan can't lose any more votes)

Chavez-DeRemer - McHenry* (-4 murmuring from crowd cause Jordan has lost)

Cohen - "For the 18th time Jeffries" (gets laughter about it)

Conolly - Did his long sentence for Jeffries

D'Esposito - Zelden + (someone tried to clap about it rofl)

Diaz-Balart - Scalise +

Elllsey - Mike Garcia +

Ferguson - Scalise +

Fitzpatrick - McHenry* (NEW DEFECTOR WEE WOO WEE WOO)

Fox - MIA/Votes for Jordan on recall

Garbarino - Zelden +

Gimenez -McCarthy + (loll one of the few that doesn't switch to McHenry)

Gonzales (T) - McCarthy +

Gonzales (V) - MIA/does not vote on recall

Granger - Scalise +

Hunt - MIA/does not vote on recall

Isa - Votes for Jordan but is standing in the democrat side, so the house is temporarily confused at a vote for jordan coming from there, laughter ensues)

James - Donalds* (Voted for Candace Miller of MI last time)

Hearty cheers when Jeffries votes for himself, lack luster cheers and polite clapping when Jordan votes for himself

Kean NJ - McCarthy (NEW DEFECTOR WEE WOO WEE-)

Kelly PA - Scalise* (Oh we decided against Boehner this time???)

Kiggans - McHenry* (haha i'm loving all these people dropping McCarthy for his bud)

Kilde - gets claps for voting Jeffries, unsure why

LaLota - Zelden +

LaMalfa - Jordan + (sticking to it)

Lawler - McHenry* (voted for Granger last time)

MccCarthy - Jordan (gets none attention haha)

Miller-Meeks - McHenry* (Voted Granger last time)

Molinaro - Zelden* (NEW DEFECTOR WEE W-)

Payne - MIA/does not vote on recall

Pelosi gets claps for voting but they're not crazy

Rutherford - Scalise +

Scalise - Jordan +

Spartz - Jordan +

Stauber - Westerman +

VanOrden - MIA/Does not vote on recall (out)

Vargas - yells Jeffries and gets laughter for it

Womack - Scalise +

Recall happens and McHenry does the normal, talk to vote talliers if you missed voting or need to change ur vote.

429 Voted • 215 to win

Jordan - 194 votes (HE LOST 3 MORE PEOPLE)

Jeffries - 210 votes (2 dems missing)

Scalise - 8 votes

McHenry - 6 votes (McHenry laughs as he gets cheers for it and does gently call for order)

Zelden - 4

Donalds - 2 votes

McCarthy - 2 votes

Emmer - 1 vote

Garcia (M) - 1 vote

Westerman - 1 vote

NO MAJORITY, NO SPEAKER CHOSEN McHenry immediately calls recess

TAKEAWAYS AND NEWS

The thursday closed meeting was 4 HOURS and Jordan had a SECONDARY MEETING with the holdouts for 2 MORE HOURS after that. DURING that meeting Jordan was REPORTEDLY told "He'd never be speaker."

Spartz had said that she'd back Jordan one more time, but if he lost again she would vote for someone else.

Jordan supporters said something to the effect of, It's not Jordan's fault Republicans who don't vote for him are getting death threats, it's their fault for not voting for Jordan. (AND LIKE HELLO???) Another Republican lady was like, I get death threats all the time, and I'm sorry for them but suck it up, so .. a lot of sypmathy.

Gaetz and the other 8 repubs that voted to ouster McCarthy (sealing his fates as none of the dems would vote for him) have come forwar offering themselves if that's what it takes to get Jordan nominated. Offering that they'd take sanctions and removal from the conference (basically getting kicked out of the party though they're saying they'd still be repubs??? and it would kick them off of their committee seats... so could we do it anyway??? llol). Gaetz says that he thinks this BS is actually GOOD GOVERNING (sure Jan) and tHEN ASKS, What else do they want, except a pound of our flesh?" (Which like... they want NOT FUCKING J JORDAN AS THE SPEAKER)

Jeffries did a Press conference and offers bipartisan stuff but like, man am I sicsik of that being kinda empty cause the Repubs will never and the Dems wont sacrifice human rights, so it's a moot point.

A lot of Republicans were defending this BS by pointing out how may times McCarthy had to run the vote but like THAT WAS ALSO BAD AND A SHIT SHOW

It was PROJECTED that Jordan would lose 5-8, 10max, voters, he only lost three but still

THE LAST TIME SOMEONE GOT THIS LOW OF VOTES WAS 1923, FINNIS GARRET GOT 195 VOTES. JORDAN SURPASSED HIM... MAKING HISTORY....

Brian Tyler Cohen made a interesting correlation of Jordan being an election denier making sense as he was refusing to accept his losses.

AFTERMATH

The Republicans held another closed door meeting (THEY'VE BEEN CALLING THEM ""FAMILY MEETINGS"") where they held an anonymous vote as to whether or not Jordan should continue as the nominee. HE FUCKING LOST in his OWN PARTY'S MEETING.

HE HAS removed himself as a nominee. We are back to square one.

McHenry announced that they were taking a 72/weekend break and would be back on monday to do a candidate forum (to some dissent, and many lawmakers just WANT THIS DONE WITH)

The repubs that have offered themselves as tribute

(With the assumption that they are boilerplate Repubs. over LGBTQ+, Abortion, Taxes, Immigration, etc etc. *Election denier means they have made statements, did not support the ratifying of the electoral college votes, voted against impeachment and investigations.)

Tom Emmer - not an election denier at minimum, current GOP Whip (assistant leader)

Kevin Hern - Already tried before Scalise got nominated and dropped out (election denier)

Austin Scott - Was close to Jordan in numbers for the repub speaker nominee (didn't argue electoral college shit and has said USA voting is solid, but didn't go after Jan 6/trump)

Byron Donalds - the dude the Fuckaround 8 kiiinda backed against McCarthy in JAN. (election denier)

Jack Bergman - apparently wanted to challenge Jordan but didn't, JUMPED when jordan was out (election denier)

Jodey Arrington - only said he was considering, but apparently others have brought him up as an option (election denier)

Mike Johnson - has been calling around to see if ppl support him as speaker (election denier)

Pete Sessions - ALSO jumped when jordan was out (election denier)

FINAL THOUGHTS

So ends our sordid tale of Jim Jordan. May he feel stupid about this for the rest of time.

No Republican speaker is going to be good but jfc can we not have literal government destroyers????

I guess the pass on the budget was for 45 days, we have spent 18 (to be 20) of them on this bs.

SHOULD I KEEP NAMING THESE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO since it is still technically the 2nd speaker vote of this congress, or should I name it something else now that Jordan is out?

Next (Starting Over) >

#speaker of the house vote #disaster boogaloo #us politics #us congress #118th congress #mel does political reports now????

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