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In chapter 13 of I Knew It All Along, James decides the best way to distract the press from… other things is to dye his hair blonde, which prolific gossip magazine In The Tea Leaves absolutely fall for, they publish several articles and in this chapter we see them invite their readers to ‘see page 8 for our countdown of all the best James Potter hair looks’ and I simply couldn’t resist writing that article and commissioning @yendts to illustrate with her wonderful James! This is the result, I love it a lot. Thank you so much Sydney, it was great working with you and I’m obsesseddd with the outcome!

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Puddlemere star Chaser (and all-round Keeper of our hearts) James Potter has never been one to shy away from changing up his look; from his colour-changing robes at the 2029 International Quidditch Awards to the ever-updated number of earrings he sports when off the pitch, James loves to experiment with his personal style.

His favourite thing to change up is his hair. We’ve seen it all from James, and it was about time somebody collated all that auburn-haired, Potter yumminess into one handy countdown! Do not fear, In The Tea Leaves has your back, and we present the definitive countdown of all the BEST James Potter hair looks*

*rankings based on a quick survey passed around the ITTL staff room, v scientific!

In at number five… admit it, you cried yourself to sleep mourning the loss of James’ hair the first time you saw this pic! We did too, but when we heard all of the Puddlemere lads buzzed their heads together to raise awareness and funds for Cerebrumous Spattergroit Research (after their dear friend and teammate Bradley Bell was sadly diagnosed in 2027) our hearts simply melted. Talk about a team effort! On his new hairstyle, James said on Owlstagram “I’ve never fully appreciated the exact shape of my skull before now - we love you Bradders!” He must have really liked it because James stuck with the ‘do for longer than most of his teammates - we think he most definitely pulls it off!

The boys raised a whopping 5000 galleons for the charity and were over the moon to learn that Bradley was set to make a full recovery.

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Up at number four is the infamous mullet which really split our office down the middle - there were lots of votes for it to take the top spot. James graduated from Hogwarts with this trendy ‘do and carried on rocking it when he first joined the Puddlemere development squad (awww baby James!) No doubt if trendsetter James did this now, it would immediately be known as a Jullet! (we would indeed take full responsibility for starting this) James, if you’re reading this, we think it’s time to bring this one back!

In the middle of our countdown is this sweet, curly look - doesn’t it make you want to ruffle James’ hair and tell him how gosh-darn cute he is! On Owlstagram, James said he was inspired by the Chudley Cannons’ unofficial mascot, his cousin Freddie’s labradoodle (his name is Gravy and we are all kinds of obsessed - see page 17 for pics!) which makes sense - they’re both absolutely adorable! To achieve this look at home, we recommend Fleamont’s hair-curling potion: it’s a splurge at 18 sickles a bottle but we tested five brands and it was by far the best quality!

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In second place on our countdown is this cool, classic look that James returns to time and time again, his quintessential style. We’ve seen him score match-winning goals with this hairstyle, grace the cover of Wizard’s Health, enjoy the occasional night out with his teammates and blow us all away on the red carpet at the Harpies charity ball. There’s something about the way the wind rushes through his fringe as he flies that has James going back to this hairstyle and all we can say is we agree! It’s a low-maintenance and cool choice for the wizard in your life - just ask for ‘The James Potter’!

And taking the top spot, to the surprise of pretty much no one, is the look that had us all brushing up on our blowdry charms! The middle parting, the sweeping fringe, that dreamy smile; this look secured James a spot on everyone’s bedroom wall (see page 12 for a pull out poster of this pic) including ours at ITTL!

Overall, we think it’s safe to say James Potter really can pull off anything and we can’t wait to see what he surprises us with next!

#ccsquad #james sirius potter #hp next gen #scorbus #shab #logo series #writing in ITTL’s trashy style is so fun #highly recommend if you’re in a writing rut to throw yourself into something fun and silly like this #and can we TALK about Sydney’s James art here???#he is so perfect in every single one #the little details Sydney added inspired a lot of what I ended up writing #and we had so much fun choosing the hairstyles together!#also can I just say the tumblr alt text function is shocking #it hardly lets you have any characters #makes it v difficult to give a good alt text description for these images but I did my best

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Rupaul’s DragRace season 13 is almost here and I want to give my opinion on the queens based only on the promos and meet the queens. (Everything I am about to say is just my opinion and doesn’t have to be taken seriously. For no reason I want to discredit the work of any queen because all of them are fierce entertainers that have to be respected by all the public that watches the show). Normally my opinion of the queens based on the promos is not so far from what ends up happening in the show.(I want to apologize if my English is not that good, it is my second language and many times I don't know how to transmit my ideas very well).

I want to start with my top 4. Last season three of the four queens in my top ended up being the final three, only leaving Sakura out of the top. This season my top 4 are:

GottMik, Symone, Utica and Rosé.

I want to start with GottMik and Symone. From my top 4 (if I had to cut it to a top 2) they would be my front runners.

GottMik

GottMik's aesthetic in the promo stands out (which is something that almost all the winners have) she is very high couture mix with fantasy and sci-fi cinematography, his personality is interesting and somewhat enigmatic, his makeup is 100/10 the best in the promo and he is the first trans man to compete (it is important highlight the visibility of our trans brothers and sisters in the LGBT+ community).

Symone

Symone's aesthetic stands out a lot from the other participants (As Nina Bonina Brown said: Symone is serving us black girl high fashion couture). Her personality (in the promos) is one of the brightest among all personalities. With Symone it happens to me (and I don't know if it happens to you when you see someone) that I see her and it is one of those people that I immediately say: This person is a star, she was born to shine. And we also always have to remember the incredible visibility of poc in the LGBT+ community that queens like Symone bring.

Utica Queen

From Utica I also want to highlight her aesthetic (that outfit with the 3 hats gives me life). Her personality (based on the promos) is like a ray of sunshine that illuminates everyone's day. It is seen that she is an interesting and alternative queen with a very strong creative spirit. And always in all seasons these “kooky/weirdos” queens have a special place in my heart.

Rosé

I don't have much to say about Rosé, she gives me this vibe of a new york queen like Bianca Del Rio, Bob The Drag Queen and Aquaria (what I mean is that she gives me a vibe of a queen that is very talented in many areas) and her look is very blondie meets Barbie and the rockers, which is a concept that I am always here for.

Now I want to talk about the queens that are not in my top 4 for some reason but I am sure that they may surprise me and that I think they can do well in the competition, which are:

Tina Burner, Kandy Muse, Tamisha Iman, Lala Ri, Denali and Olivia Lux.

Tina Burner

Tina Burner looks like she's a talented queen, but something doesn't quite convince me. She reminds me a lot of Nina West but I don't feel that warmth and sweetness that Nina exudes. Her look is not one of my favorites (but hey, she said in the meet the queens that her taste is questionable, and I liked that). I think she's going to do very well in the snatch game and in the acting challenges, and also, she have a great personality. I hope to be surprised by Tina this season.

Kandy Muse

One of the hardest things about competing in DragRace is being part of a family that has already participated in the show. Aja (Kandy's mother) is one of the queens with a strong personality that has participated in the most recent seasons. Dahlia (kandy's sister), although she was the first eliminated, appeared in all episodes of the season. Kandy's look is very good, and although I think the judges are going to demand a lot of personality from her (comparing her to Aja) I'm sure that Kandy has personality to spare, I also think that it is very possible that she is part of the top 4 this season. The reason I didn't put her in my top is merely personal taste, normally queens who describe themselves as "loud" are not my personal liking (like Eureka or Silky). But I am sure that Kandy is going to be one of the strongest competitors this season.

Tamisha Iman

The main reason why I didn't put Tamisha in my top is her personality, and don't get me wrong, her promo attitude (a very serious and straightforward personality) I like a lot, I'm sure the narrative that the producers are going to give her it isn’t going to be very flattering. Her outfit looks like a typical pageant queen look (well executed but has nothing that stands out). And above all this, I'm sure the producers are going to put her in the bottom two with Lala Ri to give us this dramatic and heartbreaking mother vs daughter lipsync.

Lala Ri

Lala Ri (judging from the promo) looks like she has a very striking personality, which always helps a lot in the competition. Her promo look, which is a bodysuit (her signature outfit), isn't very strong. And we all know Michelle's opinion of the queens who wear too many bodysuits in the competition. As a second point, something that scares me is that Lala Ri said in meet the queens (I don't fully remember how she said it so I'm going to paraphrase): "I didn't get to this competition to leave because of hot glue" Putting that together with the fact that she said she doesn't know how to sew, gives me to understand that she is going to be eliminated in a design challenge. Another point is, like what is going to happen with Tamisha, is that the producers are going to putting her in the bottom two to give us the mother vs daughter lipsync.

Denali

Denali is one of the queens with one of the most striking and different outfit among all the competitors, which is very good. From everything that she said she seems very talented, and the fact that she is an ice skater is a skill that hardly any queen possesses. A personal point for me here (of why I support her) is her Mexican heritage (and as a queer Mexican person myself, I am proud to see a queen who can give that representation on the show). The main reason I didn't put her in my top 4 is: her personality. Her personality It doesn’t look as flashy as other queens and that always ends up eliminating talented queens who cannot steal the spotlight compared to other contestants (such as Jan in season 12 or Max in season 7).

Olivia Lux

In the case of Olivia I debated a lot if I should put her in this category or in the next category (queens that are going to be eliminated first). In the end I decided to put her in this category because (from what she said) she has a strong personality and I think that can help her a lot in the competition. Her outfit from the promo looks good (but she has nothing that makes her stand out like other queens). Her hairstyle is one of my favorites, the combination of afro with that color between mahogany and carrot, I really loved it. And that's it, I don't have much to say, I just hope Olivia surprises me this season.

And the last category in which I separate the queens is: contestants that I think are going to be eliminated first.

Kahmora Hall, Joey Jay and Elliott with 2TS.

Kahmora Hall

One of the things I always enjoy seeing on DragRace is: representation. I'm glad we have another Asian queen to join the DragRace family. The look Kahmora is using in the promo is very polished and the wig with crystals looks perfect (Did you stone that wig?). Having said that, I really don't think Kahmora will last long in the competition. Her drag daughter Soju (who was one of my favorite queens even before she entered the show) is incredible, but I think the mother is going to repeat the same situation as the daughter and be one of the first to leave. I think the main reason is that her personality can't get across the screen. When queens have trouble to transmit their personality across the screen they also tend to have the problem of not being able to transmit their personality to the judges and end up getting eliminated at first. But I hope that Kahmora manages to excel and advance in the competition. Sidebar: I am very upset that the face mask that Kahmora had planned to use had not ended up appearing in the promo because of the message it transmitted. My boyfriend is Asian and he has suffered a lot of harassment for the issue of the pandemic, where ignorant people accuse him of being the carrier of the virus. It was a very strong message that Kahmora had planned with the face mask and it should have been shown to the public.

Joey Jay

Something very strange happened to me with Joey, although she has an aesthetic that I really enjoy (very punk rock and edgy style) I feel that she does not stand out among all the queens. Her personality looks nice but also very difficult to decipher, something doesn't quite convince me with Joey. And I'm sure Michelle is going to criticize the fact that Joey doesn't normally wear wigs (even from the first episode as Michelle also criticized Crystal's makeup in season 12 or Dusty in season 10) and when Joey decides to change it she runs the risk of being eliminated in that episode (like Max in season 7 or Derrick in season 8). I don't know what it is yet, but something actually tells me that Joey is going to be one of the first eliminated contestants.

Elliott With 2TS

And finally we have Elliott. When I see Elliott’s promo I can only think of James Mansfield from season 9. His personality doesn't stand out much compared to the other queens. Elliott looks like she's nice but I don't feel like she commands attention like other participants. And the two negative points for me are: her name and her outfit. Her name just doesn't resonate in a nice way to say it (like Dax exclamation point from season 8) and her outfit, what do I say? Her outfit was the weakest of the entire promo. But I really hope Elliott can surprise me and advance in the competition.

That's it, just judging by the promo and the meet the queens this are my opinions of how the queens are going to do in the competition. But this is only the beginning, many things can change during the competition. And I want to emphasize again that this is ONLY my opinion, and should not be taken seriously in any way, all participants are talented and deserve to win just for the fact of being selected to participate. I am very excited for this new season of Rupaul's DragRace.

Gentlemen, start your engines, and may the best woman WIN!

#rupaul's drag race #rpdr #rpdr season 13 #meet the queens #promo looks #gottmik #Symone #utica queen #rosé #tina burner #kandy muse #tamisha iman #lala ri #denali #olivia lux #kahmora hall #joey jay #elliott with 2 ts

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People, January 4, 2021

Cover: HGTV’s Ben and Erin Napier

Page 3: Chatter -- Taylor Swift on teasing information about her life in her music, Carrie Underwood on the holiday gift from her husband Mike Fisher, Viola Davis on her 10-year-old daughter asking for an iPhone and camera for Christmas, Amal Clooney joking about how her writing a book affected her relationship with husband George Clooney, Halle Berry on refusing to go out with a friend’s past romantic partner, Tina Fey advising people not to go kayaking in the New York/New Jersey river

Page 4: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Prince Harry and Meghan Markle start podcasts, Lily James and Sebastian Stan will play Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, Rick Astley is never gonna give up his snacks, LeAnn Rimes wins The Masked Singer, a Whitney Houston biopic finds its diva

Page 6: Contents

Page 8: StarTracks -- following tradition members of the royal family have released their annual holiday cards and Prince William and Princess Kate’s three kids Prince George and Prince Louis and Princess Charlotte stole the show this year with the family posed on a bale of hay and matched in cozy sweaters for the shot which was taken in the fall at the family’s country home in Norfolk, England

Page 9: For their card Prince Charles and Duchess Camilla picked a colorful shot taken in the lush garden on Birkhall which is the prince’s Scottish home

Page 10: Carter Rubin won season 19 of The Voice marking Gwen Stefani’s first victory as a coach, First Look at Denzel Washington and Rami Malek and Jared Leto in The Little Things

Page 11: Kate Hudson filmed a scene for Truth Be Told, Rachael Leigh Cook reprising her role as Laney Boggs in He’s All That with Addison Rae playing her daughter, Princess Charlotte of Monaco debuted a half-hawk hairstyle at the Monaco Palace’s traditional Christmas tree ceremony, Nick Cannon helped the Hollywood Food Coalition hand out 2000 meal boxes to people in need

Page 12: Stars’ Furry & Feathered Friends -- Yolanda Hadid with some goats and a deer, Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra Jonas cuddled up by their Christmas tree with their dog Diana, Harrison Ford walking a dog in Los Angeles, Salma Hayek and her pet owl Kering

Page 17: Scoop: Why Tom Cruise lost his cool

Page 18: Little People Big World’s Jacob Roloff says he was sexually abused as a child by a former producer who worked on his family’s TLC series

Page 20: Heart Monitor -- Tyler Perry and Gelila Bekele it’s over, Katie Holmes and Emilio Vitolo getting serious, Lana Del Rey and Clayton Johnson engaged, Gillian Anderson and Peter Morgan split

Page 21: Felicity Jones on making a space epic while pregnant

Page 22: Ryan Seacrest counts down to 2021

* Lizzo gets real about her body

Page 25: America Ferrera’s laid-back holiday

* How Sandra Lee is moving on

Page 27: Passages, Why I Care -- Rainn Wilson wants people to know how global warming is affecting the Arctic and the world

Page 28: Stories to make you smile -- a stroll back through history with cats, bringing holiday cheer to U.S. troops stationed abroad

Page 31: People Picks -- Wonder Woman 1984

Page 32: Dickinson, Wolfwalkers

Page 33: Safety, Paul McCartney -- McCartney III, Q&A -- Questlove

Page 34: On Pointe, Greenland

Page 35: Promising Young Woman

Page 37: The year’s best books for kids

Page 38: Cover Story -- HGTV’s Ben and Erin Napier -- family means everything to us -- they never aspired to be famous but now they’re HGTV’s biggest stars; how the Home Town couple stay grounded despite the spotlight

Page 44: 25 Years Later -- Princess Diana’s Panorama Interview Web of Deceit -- forged documents and manipulation and paranoia: inside the stunning new inquiry into Diana’s famous TV sit-down

Page 48: The COVID-19 Vaccines -- what you need to know -- the long-awaited vaccines are finally here; will they return our lives to normal?

Page 50: Richie Sambora -- a rock star’s second act -- the Bon Jovi guitarist opens up about his really unpopular decision to leave the band and how he finally found joy in the love of his daughter Ava

Page 54: Mystery and Heartbreak at a Texas U.S. Army Post -- Death at Fort Hood -- in 2020 dozens of soldiers at the nation’s largest active-duty armored military installation died by homicide, accident, suicide or unknown causes -- officials and grieving families wants answers

Page 60: Isla Fisher -- my funny fairy-tale life -- the Godmothered star talks about movies, motherhood and how laughter keeps her marriage to Sacha Baron Cohen strong

Page 63: Sabrina Bryan -- my baby girl is a warrior -- the former Cheetah Girls star opens up about her daughter’s terrifying battle with meningitis

Page 66: Double Talk -- Kristen Wiig and Gal Gadot -- Wonder Women -- now playing super-rivals in Wonder Woman 1984, the stars chat about parenting during the pandemic and what they love about the 1990s

Page 71: Paul Hogan -- Crocodile Dundee’s Wild Ride -- his hit 1986 movie made him a global sensation and now 81 the rugged Aussie looks back on the stardom he never expected

Page 75: Winter TV Preview -- Elizabeth Olsen on WandaVision

Page 76: Gina Torres on 9-1-1: Lone Star

Page 77: Freddie Prinze Jr. on Punky Brewster

Page 78: Ted Danson on Mr. Mayor

Page 81: Beauty -- Feel-Good Beauty Finds -- start the new year on a high note with these pick-me-ups

Page 87: Second Look -- hosts Julianne Hough and Tituss Burgess on Disney Parks Magical Christmas Celebration

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Jon Hamm

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Differences

pairing: Sam x Bucky

words: 3.5k (how did I write this ?, I don’t know)

Warning; pinning, fluff, a smidge of smut, cursing (a little), alcohol consumption and 2 idiots in love, slow burn

A look of Sam and Bucky in New Orleans, A party, and maybe feelings being resolved. A conclusion (I guess) of No Plan and Going Back.

I was listening to Differences by Ginuwine and the tracks that follow on Youtube and I got inspired.

A special THANK YOU to @avintagekiss24 and @siancore. Your comments, suggestions are gold to me. I am so grateful.

@siancore @xbuchananbarnes @avintagekiss24 @helahades @euh-say-what-now @here-for-your-bullshit @rasberrylemon @blackmissfrizzle @sapphirescrolls @babiiface95 @27dis @captainsamwlsn

Face claim for new characters:

Nelsan Ellis- Lafayette

Rutina Wesley-Leyla

Miroslava Morales-Miriam

Mood board for the party:

The humidity and the temperature were unbearable. Today is his no-shirt- shorts on-day. It is so hot, that his insecurities about his scars are taking a day off.

It is so peaceful, he does not want to think about the mission they just had. Missions are always blocked from his mind. They are a heat in the moment thing. He thanks his mind for blocking them, otherwise he will be a nervous wreck.

This heat reminds him of Wakanda. That paradise on earth. He goes through his bag and takes a colorful notebook with patterns. His photo album.

Looking at the polaroid pictures of him in Wakanda. Shuri had some vintage items. She loves polaroid’s pictures so she gifted him a Polaroid camera.

One of him and Shuri in the lab.

One of him with the village kids and the goats.

G’cobisa, Tabo, Tinashe, Buhle, Khanyiswa, Kholiwe, M’tobheli, Anathi, Bonghani, Fikile Gugulethu. Those children are angels on Earth. Bucky ‘s not religious but whoever is up there, be it Bast or Jesus, he will ask them this:

“Please take care of those children, the people of Wakanda, allow them to be happy and let nothing bad happen to them”

Sam, I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel, I really love you and I want you so bad, he thought while remembering last night's dream. He bites his lip and sighs.

Last night dream and his early-morning wood were: Sam giving him a show, having the best sex ever all while he takes pictures of him with the polaroid. Him going down on Sam, while Sam records him.

“FUUUUCK !!” Sam groaned.

“Keep goin’ like that, you’re so good at that, look at me baby boy”, he said out of breath in between moans, grabbing his hair with one hand. He looks up to him, teary eyed. Sam was recording him.

He shakes those thoughts away with a chill on his spine. He does not want to go to eat with a tent on his pants so he focuses on the other pictures.

One of the rivers and one of Birnin Zana. The Royal Palace. The market. Him eating at the market. Him drinking a gallon of milk cause his mouth was on fire due to the hot sauce on his food. That hot sauce is a torture device.

One of him in all white fur, when he was in Jabari Tribe land as Shuri and T’challa’s bodyguard.

When the days were like this pure sun and barely wind, he just bathed in the river for hours. He stayed under the trees and the kids playing with his hair. He was the children's favorite pastime. Asked him all types of questions. Used him as a biology example, for the older children, when they needed to take their biology exams about genetics. As a doll, the village children and teenagers were always experimenting on his hair. They quickly realized that his hair could not withstand some of their hair-dos. He looks at the picture of him with Bantu knots and the other with braids in rows. He guffawed with tears in his eyes.

He remembers the Bantu knots fiasco. How hard the kid’s moms needed to detangle his hair with all types of combs and products, because the children literally caked his hair so that the knots stayed intact. He stayed with the knots because it was refreshing not having his hair loose during that heat wave until wash time arrived. It became a nightmare. Their moms taught them that Bucky’s hair is not apt for African hairstyles. The kids learned their lesson and did hairstyles that were suitable for his hair.

He was looking through the pictures until he saw his old pictures of him in the 40s. Those pictures were always weird to see . He fixated on those pictures till they became a little blurry. He closes the album

He wanted the confidence of James Buchanan Barnes. The Barnes that would steal girl’s and guy’s breath away. The same Barnes that rocked Steve’s world after they left that bar but he knew he and Steve could never be. He chose Peggy. He does not blame him in the slightest. It was the best way. What they were was a crime back then. He and Steve could’ve end up in a psych ward or with sodomy and indecency charges and dishonorably discharged from the military. He probably would’ve settled with a woman he loved too. Living satisfied but within a lie. Hiding half of himself. Would that have been a better life than the Hydra ordeal he went through? Who knows?

One thing he is sure of is that he will be proud and loud to be Sam’s man. He will live his truth. He got a second chance so he will not waste it. Anyone who does not like it, can get fucked.

He went out of his room and went to the dining room.

“Morning”, he said.

“Morning”, Sam and Sarah answered in unison.

Sam and Sarah were busy in the kitchen.

Bucky inhales the various smells coming from the kitchen, his mouth waters.

“How did you sleep?”, Sam asked

“Like a baby”, Bucky answered him with a smile.

Sam looked at him impressed and responded: “that’s wonderful, nightmares are appearing less”.

“Yeah, they are appearing less'',Bucky answered trying not to wander to last night’s dream.“Hey guys, can I help with preparing the food?”, Bucky asked. He always wants to be of service.

“Buck, no offence, but you are a white man raised in the Depression era, I don’t trust you with the kitchen but you can set the table though”, Sam answered. Bucky rolled his eyes at that.

Sarah was pressing her lips together to stifle a laugh.

He lifted his hands in surrender and answered: “Alright, I set the table”.

Sam pointed where the kitchenware and plates were. Bucky began to set the table.

Sarah looked at Sam with wide eyes and they both looked at Bucky up and down discreetly. Bucky was shirtless and with shorts. His shorts hang low. His v-line was showing. His abs all out and that vibranium arm shining a little.

Breakfast was a quiet thing, with Bucky’s story here and there about Depression era food and how they used to boil everything. Sam & Sarah gagged at the thought of boiling everything. Bucky laughed at them.

Bucky offered to wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, Bucky said he was going to meditate and do breathing exercises outside.

After they checked that Bucky was far enough that he could not hear their conversation.

Sarah exclaimed: “WHEW, CHILE!!”

“pipe the fuck down”, Sam whisper yelled. “He is a super soldier, he has enhanced hearing!”, Sam whispered with worry

“No wonder why you got the hots for him, shiiiiiiit if you don’t tap that ass, I will ‘cause HOT Damn,” Sarah answered in a lower voice. “He might be the first white man to get this work”.

Sam glared at her and frowned at her with a faux offence.

“Were you not with Ricardo, Ricardo was white?” Sam inquires

Sarah scoffs. “Boy Ricardo was Latino. I mean he white. But not WHITE, you know what I mean”.

Sam shoved her gently and said, “Not you, wanting my future man. Get your own shit why you riding mine”. They both snickered and had Cheshire cat grins.

“Hey, but seriously, when are you going to tell him how you feel?” Sarah asked softly, putting her hand on top of Sam’s.

Sam sucked in a breath and exhaled, dropping his head down. Sarah’s heart softens, looking at her brother.

“It is hard Sarah; I want to but what if he is repulsed by that. I know Steve and him used to be something. But there is the chance, he does not like Black guys for that. He is still a 40s guy, so I am weary.”, Sam answered. Sarah cocked her head and nodded in understanding.

“The guy was literally tortured and brainwashed for decades. He is now getting to live his second chance at a normal life. I don’t want to put more weight on him because I really, really like him a whole fucking lot.” Sam continued with a defeated tone.

“Sammy, wake your ass up, that man looks at your ugly ass mug like you hung the moon”, Sarah said with confidence. “He likes you too and a lot, just explore that feeling and let it be one step at the time”. Sarah offered. “You don’t have to marry his ass. Just give him support, like you are doing but extend that support more on the physical side of it. God knows when was the last time, you and that man were laid”. Sarah laughed and ran away from the kitchen before Sam pushed her.

Sam chuckled in disbelief at what Sarah said.

It could all be so simple, then why is it so difficult.

He has always had this predicament when it came to liking men. He is who he is. After years of hiding his sexuality in the military, it cost him to shake that state of being. He sighs and thinks of what getting with Bucky can mean to him as a man but also as Captain America.

Since the Accords fiasco, the Captain America mantle depends a whole lot about public perception.

He can hear Fox News, already. #handtheshieldback. That was a real hashtag and it could be revived this time by him being more openly Bi. Second, not only just being with a man, but THEE world’s deadliest ex-assassin and longest POW in US history. Bucky will get outed. Then Bucky will get dragged. Though Bucky has always said he doesn’t care about the views of the people, they can all get fucked (Bucky’s words). He saves lives and calls it a day.

As a man, he would be over the moon to have Bucky as his man, however he is still weary. Interracial relationships are hard. Imagine it now with a person from the Silent Generation, whew.

“Chile, I can hear the gears grinding from across the room”, Gideon disrupts his thoughts as he sits next to him on the couch.

“You thinking about the white boy, aren’t you?”, Gideon asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“UGHHH STOP IT”, Sam exclaimed, putting his hand on his face. “Where he at?”, Sam asked, scared that Bucky might hear.

“Chill, he outside with Sarah, Miriam and the kids”, Gideon responded. “You know what you need? A nice party with the fam and friends, some BBQ, some booze and music”.

“Hell no, I am in no party mood”, Sam responded exasperated while laying on the couch.

“Well too late, Sarah, Miriam and I have already made the list and we are going to go shopping, food, snacks and booze for normal folks”, Gideon responded with a Cheshire grin. “Don’t worry, I got our homeboy covered, aged Absinthe, special brewed Moonshine, Asgardian mead, y’ know, some liquid courage so that he can finally tell you how he feels and put you out of your misery”, Gideon said while rubbing his hands together.

Sam rolled his eyes and kicked Gideon. Gideon laughed at that.

Gideon stood up from the couch and went to the table, where there was a box on top. “I’m serious, I already went to the Asgardian shop for some Asgardian unleaded and some booze”. Gideon shows him the box with fancy bottles filled with an Amber liquid, fluorescent green liquid, and the other with a clear liquid.

“Asgardian shop? Asgardians in Nola?”, Sam questioned.

“Yeah, he met Aaliyah, married her, came to live here, and put an Asgardian liquor store, ain’t that some shit”, Gideon responded. Sam's eyes blinked in surprise at knowing Aaliyah is married, not only that but with an Asgardian. Aaliyah was Gideon’s high school sweetheart and Gideon’s heaviest heartbreak when they split because they went to different colleges.

“See? You are thinking too hard. If ol’ girl is married with literally an alien and they fine what about you with the metal armed white boy, ya’ll gonna be okay, ai’ght”, Gideon pats Sam’s shoulder with force.

Sam smiles at his brother, “you’re right, if he will not tell me how he feels, I will.”

“That’s what the fuck I’m talkin ’bout, my brother ain’t no punk”.

It turns out that Gideon was right. What he needed was a party.

He was greeting everyone; he was the life of the party. He was dapping everyone, hugging everyone.

Sam was feeling himself with his white tank top and yellow open up shirt with white shorts. Cuban cigar on his lips and Hennessey on his hand. He took the cigar off his lips and began to sing out loud;” It’s getting’ hot in here (So hot) so take off all your clothes, I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off”. He was dancing with a woman in a suggestive manner. The woman was grinding her ass against his crotch to the rhythm of the music. They were gyrating their hips in sync with each other and the music. Sam turned the woman around and talked to her ear. He was smiling. They look at each other briefly. Bucky lifts his drink up at him with a forced smile. Sam and Leyla decided to dance like this, since he saw Bucky getting cozy with Lafayette after playing domino, when Bucky won a couple of times. Needless to say, Sam’s mood sours after seeing that so he asks Leyla to dance with him to make Bucky jealous, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Bucky was wearing tight black jeans and a blue Henley, hair in a half up and half down hair do, feeling uneasy to say the least, nursing a shot of aged absinthe.

He was feeling a myriad of emotions. He did not know if he wanted to be the girl so he can cop a feel of Sam or be Sam so that he can cop a feel of a woman. Either way it has been so long since he felt someone’s skin against his. He thinks about having Sam that close in the privacy of his room. Moving into him like he is moving with that woman. There was a feeling eating him piece by piece. If it was a man, he'd definitely use his Winter Soldier face to scare him off. He realizes it is jealousy, he is jealous. He just stares at the tree next to them till it blurs along with the image of Sam and the woman he is dancing with. He feels his heart tight against his chest.

“You think is working?”, Sam whispered to Leyla, his high school friend

“Oh, yes, it is, the man a wreck, he was boring holes into us”, Leyla laughed and put her arms around his neck. “Believe me, you will have him in your hand, he needs to get a preview of what he is missing, otherwise he will never tell you how he feels.’ Leyla turned around and put her hands on his knees. They were about to give Bucky a heart attack with the next song.

Bucky got up and went to the table with all the liquor, wanting more absinthe.

He saw everybody rushed to the center of the makeshift dance space, as violins began to play. Bucky was confused and he concluded that the song must be quite popular.

Gideon was the DJ, he screamed: “Cash Money Records, taking over for the 99 and the 2000!!!”

Everyone either cheered or repeated that sentence in response, Bucky turned to see Sam and his eyes could not believe what he was seeing.

The woman was bent over wiggling her ass rapidly against Sam to the beat of the music. Sarah was doing the same to a guy.

He did not understand the dance or the music. He asks the Kimoyo beads to tell him what this music and this dancing are about. The beads started explaining what twerking was: “ twerking is a type of dance that came out of the bounce music scene of New Orleans. It originated in the 1980s. Individually-performed, chiefly but not exclusively by women, dancers move by throwing or thrusting their hips back or shaking their buttocks, often in a low squatting stance. Twerking is part of a larger set of characteristic moves that were unique to the New Orleans style of hip-hop known as "bounce". This dance move has roots in African culture and has spread to all scenes of hip-hop, current popular music and in Latin American music such as reggaetón. This is what you are seeing and hearing, Bucky”.

“God, I am such an old man”, he contemplated in defeat.

He could never be this jovial, he feels like he would hold Sam down. In order to drown his jealousy, he began to drink that Asgardian mead, mixed with the absinthe like it was water.

He was feeling a little better with the alcohol in his system. It is refreshing to have the buzz of alcohol in him for the first time in 70 years.

He started to sway to the rhythm of the music too not knowing how to dance but he likes the music. The violins and piano remind him a little of the music back then.

“I like this song”, “What is the name of the song and the genre?” he said to the beads.

“You don’t need to ask the beads”, he hears Sam’s voice.

Bucky stopped the bead’s explanation. Bucky chuckled at the sound of Sam’s voice and turned around.

“Who was I supposed to ask? You practically ditched me after dominos and spades” Bucky responded.

“Well, you could’ve asked your lil’ new friend Lafayette”. Where he at by the way?” Sam asked with a taunting tone looking around.

“You were pretty boo’d up with him”, Sam responded with a mean glint in his eyes.

Bucky smirked at him and said; “Ditch me too after I told him, I was interested in someone else”, looking at him while drinking the special brewed Moonshine.

“But turns out the person I like has someone to be “cozy “with, I guess.” Bucky said, while getting into Sam’s space and tracing his finger on Sam's shirt. “He even got a dance on him called ``twerk'', by the way I had to ask the beads what that was.”, Bucky responded a little hurt.

Sam’s breath hitched, feeling Bucky that close.

“So, I think, I need to mingle more, see you around Sam”, Bucky said while stepping out of Sam's space.

He needs to act, and fast.

Before Bucky could go, Sam grabbed Bucky’s forearm harshly and brought Bucky up to him. They look at each other with defiance for what seem ages. He then tilted his head and his lips were ghosting over Bucky.

You make the first move, I won’t, Bucky thought with Sam’s lips ghosting over his.

Sam gives him a bruising kiss.

Bucky was not prepared for that; he found support by putting his hands on his forearms. He matched Sam’s pace and brought Sam closer.

He feels so good, his lips feel so nice, Bucky thought while kissing Sam with force, all tongue.

After that kiss, they both needed to take a breath. He can see Sam not looking at him.

“Hey, let’s not”, Bucky said sternly while tilting Sam’s face up with delicacy. “If you want to regret something do it in the morning, not tonight, please”. Bucky whispered.

“I regret nothing”, Sam stated.

“That’s the spirit”, Bucky said, caressing Sam’s face, smiling and blushing.

“Ayee, this is one of my favorites, dance with me”, Sam said, taking Bucky’s hand in his and began walking with him to the dance space.

They saw Gideon and his wife, Miriam kissing and dancing to the song. Sarah and the guy she was twerking on earlier, also swayed with the song.

The song was pretty, light. They did not need to talk cause the song was doing all the talking.

“My whole life has changed

Since you came in, I knew back then

You were that special one

I'm so in love, so deep in love

You made my life complete

You are so sweet, no one competes

Glad you came into my life

You blind me with your love

With you I have no sight”, boomed through to speakers.

Sam and Bucky swayed to the rhythm, pressed against each other, Sam’s head resting against Bucky’s shoulder, both of their eyes closed savoring the moment.

They were surrounded by other couples dancing.

But no one else matters, only them exist.

Bucky’s eyes open for a moment. He saw Leyla and Lafayette lifting their glasses at him and smiling, nodding in support, then clicking their glasses together. He smiles at them back and closes his eyes continuing to savor the moment.

“They have a lot to go through if they want a relationship, but he will learn and go through it cause it is not only about him, it is about Sam and him.” Bucky contemplated. That does not matter right now, he feels fulfilled, at peace hugging Sam like this.

Sam is still weary about how they can bond. They are such different people with different experiences, but that does not matter right now. He feels loved and protected with the way Bucky’s warmth is enveloping him.

#sambucky #Differences #milliwritesnowiguess #conclusionmaybe?

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swishy-imagines · 4 years

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“yeah but what if there was a BAND” Doodle feat some of the aforementioned OCs! This is from An Ambiguous Number Of Years Ago because I didn’t feel like drawing all of Piers’ hair. All of them look mostly the same except maybe bottom right might have facial hair now I haven’t decided and Piers’ eyebags have worsened exponentially.

More info under the cut but tldr: punk rock band who manages a boys and girls club on the side, the names are Clarence (toothpick), Simon (roxie shirt), and Jim (bug-eyes). (And Piers is here too.)

The backstory got too long so I’m going to add it in a second post, probably coming tomorrow. For now here’s the characters.

Top-Right: Good ol’ Piers. Writes the words, does 99% of the vocals, and behind-the-scenes, he’s also the keyboardist but he doesn’t do that live because he thinks it’s awkward and lame. Used to be the token ‘I’m only in this deadbeat town because I have to be’ guy, but gained a new appreciation for his city through working with the band. Don’t ask him to talk about politics unless you want to be there for five hours. Somehow became the face of the band after several local kids started copying his hairdo. (Thomas Brown from down the street dying his hair half-white directly led to Piers’ gym leader career. Life is weird.)

Top-Left: Clarence. The guitarist. Smarmy showoff with resting cat-face. Refuses to add spikes to his outfit or to cover one of his eyes just because everyone else did. If you make fun of the toothpick he’ll stab you with it. Has haircare commercial hair. Various degrees of an asshole depending on what version of the universe we’re in. (Yes I make aus for my aus. There’s the door) Shockingly good listener given how much he talks. Blasts the Beach Boys to annoy the other band members. You can’t see most of the best parts of his face due to the chibi style but he’s. pretty

Bottom-Left: Simon. The drummer. Primary ‘music tech’ dude- in charge of the recording, mastering, et cetera. Why does he wear soda tab earrings? Because I was bored. Please be grateful I gave the widows peak to Clarence instead of him, he used to look like a shitty vampire. I don’t have much to say about him, I’d forgotten his name until five minutes ago. I should give him more thought. If anyone has input let me know. Was a straight-a student in grade school, so he’s got connections to lots of teachers, which is important for what they do.

Bottom-Right: Jim. The bassist. Real name James (no relation to the anime character), but he saw the opportunity for a punny stage name and seized it. The band’s social media manager, marketing dude, and PR person. Don’t talk about his eyes or he’ll cry. The shirt he has on right now is meant to evoke a zigzagoon-colored charlie brown, but I don’t remember why. Possibly to remind myself that their outfits now aren’t final or current. Opens every social media video with ‘Hey guys, it’s Spikemuth Jim from Spikemuth Gym’. Doesn’t let the other guys design album covers anymore.

Simon and Jim’s designs are definitely not final but their hairstyles pretty much are. Clarence has a ref but it’s got lots of empty space on it so I need to fill that before I post it. Piers is Piers.

They all have a couple of Pokemon, but Piers is the only one who’s anywhere near serious about it, so they’re all objectively pushovers, but in battle, each would have their own weird gimmick to make it at least a bit more interesting, like Piers (more on that later). No clue what they are, though. (Tempted to have Jim’s battle strategy be “have my pokemon grab and throw things” but that might be too comical and/or too fighting-type.) They also each have one pokemon along the Galarian Whismur-Loudred-Exploud line, even Piers because COME ON IT WAS SO OBVIOUS.

#pokemon #oc #ocs #pokemon oc #pokemon ocs #piers pokemon #pokemon piers #spikemuth #spikemuth gym #oc clarence #oc simon #oc jim #trishyverse #you haven't even seen their Final Forms yet #art #doodle #sketch #blue and white #goofy haircuts

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oscar-piastri · 5 years

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the wrong groom [ben hardy x reader]

title: the wrong groom

pairing: ben hardy x reader

summary: what if you’re getting married to the wrong person?

words: around 2.2k

notes: this has been dying in my drafts for about 3 months :/

taglist: @borhapparker

What if you were getting married to the wrong person?

This was the question you kept asking yourself as you were getting ready, for what is supposed to be: the best day of your life. Your mother was helping you get dressed, she was excited about this event, and if you looked at her, you could see happy tears in her eyes, but you weren’t feeling any of those feelings, you couldn’t really realise what was going on, as your mind got lost in your thoughts.

Until a week ago, the only thing you could think of what this wedding, but after a surprise encounter with a ghost from your past, you were starting to doubt every single decision in your life, especially this wedding.

“James is such a lucky man” Your mother starting sobbing, placing her hands on your shoulder, right after she had just finished fixing your hair. You looked at yourself through the mirror, wearing a robe until you were ready to wear the dress, a perfect hairstyle and a beautiful make up, but none emotions. You still faked a smile as you rested your right hands on your mother’s hands to show her some comfort.

“A lucky man” you repeated in your head a few times, doubting this sentence the more you way saying it. Your mother wasn’t thinking that before, when you told her you were engaged to him, she was suspicious about this engagement, and she had every right to be: you got engaged only 5 months after you started dating. When you met him, you had just suffered from a painful breakup, and he was here to pick up the pieces, he lifted you up and you felt like marrying him was the right thing. Until a week ago, when you saw your ex-boyfriend Ben, for the first time in months; that’s when it all changed.

Waiting in line to get your morning coffee, you looked around the shop as you always did, trying to guess people’s jobs based on random things. Your eyes stopped on a familiar figure, you weren’t sure it was him but when he looked around, his eyes met yours and you knew it was Ben. It was completely impossible for you to forget those green eyes and blond hair. You gave him a weak smile, that he returned, before walking to the barista to get your order.

Your coffee in hand, you awkwardly stood up, not knowing if you should say hi to Ben or just leave. Ben seemed to have noticed you were hesitating, as he waved at you to come.

As you were approaching, Ben cleared the table of his stuff so you could sit with him. You placed your coffee on the table as you sat in front of Ben.

“Y/N, how are you doing?” Ben casually asked, as you were just two old friends. But you weren’t. You dated for five years until your broke up after a stupid fight. Bit as of today, you were a new woman, ready to embrace life again, and enjoy the life with your loved ones.

“I’m good! I’ve been in a though places but I’m doing better” you answered smiling, your fingers anxiously touching your engagement ring, trying to remind you that you were over Ben.

Ben seemed to have noticed the ring, as his eyes widened. “Is that a..”

“It is” you cut him off. “The wedding is next week” you announced, feeling a pinch in your heart. Ben and yourself often talked about marriage when you were together but it never happened, and seeing you ready to be married was leaving Ben quite confused and hurt.

“Looks like you moved on pretty fast” he grumbled and his attitude made your blood boil.

“I get to move on! I’m not the one who stormed out” You barked, holding your coffee cup with a stronger grip to contain your upcoming anger. Ben’s comment was so irritating you decided to leave before you started yelling.

Ben hurried to follow your steps and he grabbed your arm before you could cross the street. “I regret it, trust me” He said, but stopped when he looked at the ring again. “But I see that you clearly don’t feel anything for me anymore, am I right?” He questioned, walking closer so your face were only a few inches away.

But you couldn’t answer. You felt his breath on your face, on your neck, and months ago, you would have dropped everything to kiss him. But today was a different time, you were getting married and he was your ex.

“This isn’t you” He muttered, placing a hand in his hair “You can’t tell me you brushed off 5 years, just to marry someone after 5 months of relationship! I won’t believe this crap” he groaned, spreading his arms wide open like he could let all his frustration out.

“Stop it!” You half yelled, trying to contain yourself. It really wasn’t the moment or the place to make a scene. “He… He was kind to me when I needed someone, he was my rock when you left me. And I will… Marry him…” You explained, not even believing what you were saying.

“Alright. Just live your life” Ben breathed out before leaving.

Since Ben left you outside the shop, you started second guessing everything, and you eventually ended up having the worst revelation; you weren’t ready to marry James, hell, it wasn’t a question of being ready or not, you simply didn’t want to marry someone you couldn’t truly love.

But you were running out of time, your bridesmaid had told you that every guest had arrived and the ceremony was about to start, the only missing piece was you. Your father was on the other side of the door, waiting to walk you down the aisle.

“Honey, are you ready?” Your father asked from the other side of the door. You could tell by his voice that he was getting annoyed; he hated to be late and you were making him late.

“I’ll be right here” you lied, walking to the door to lock it. Your father heard the noise and try to open it. “Can you get James, please?” You shyly asked, feeling tears in your eyes.

The waiting felt like hours, but you eventually heard James’ voice. You got to the door as fast as you could, knowing that your heavy dress was making it a little bit hard. You opened the door, too ashamed to look at your fiancé.

“A part of my brain is telling me that you’re just anxious but the other one is telling me that you’re dumping me” He quietly said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry…” You apologized, sitting on the little sofa in the room.

“Why?” Of course he’d ask that.

“James, let’s be serious! This…” You said pointing to the two of you “Isn’t love! We are just two adults, soon to be 30, who were scared to end up alone so we decided to get married. But let’s face it, there is no love in our relationship.”

“Why would you say that?” He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. He crossed his arms and walked to the sofa, you try to make him some room but your dress was taking the whole space, so he sat down on the edges.

“I mean, I see you flirting with other women, and I’m not even bothered by it, I’m not jealous, I’m actually happy that you want someone else. Getting married? That would be a mistake, because deep down, we don’t want that.” You explained, feeling like you’ve been relieved from a heavy burden. “James, we were living a lie”

James was listening to your points, once you were finished, he took some minutes to think, before speaking. “The weird thing is, that I think you’re actually right.” He pointed out, making you turn your face to see him. He could read the surprise on your face. “When I met you, we were both in a bad place, you were a mess and I was leaving in the fear of dying alone. I guess we just needed to lie to ourselves, telling that this wedding was the right thing to do, so we could heal” He pointed out

“But it wasn’t…” You continued, agreeing to what he just said “I should have realised that sooner, it would have avoided our families to spend money on this soon ‘not-wedding’”

James chuckled before talking “We burnt some steps”

You smiled, and he moved next to you, not bothering to sit on your dress; mostly because this dress was gonna be useless.

“You still love him, right?” He asked and you just nodded, of course you knew who he was referring to. As soon as you saw Ben the other day, you told James about it; not wanting to lie to your fiancé. “I didn’t know him, but I always said he was dumb to leave you, but I guess I was the dumbest one, blinded by what I thought was love”

“Hey, I think we do love each other, not like lovers, but more like friends. We take care of each other, we are kind towards the other, and we do anything to keep the other one happy” You pointed out, carefully putting your hands on top of his.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Friends” he said smiling. “Go, go see him” He said moving his head towards the door

“You mean Ben? Are you sure?” You asked, your eyes wide opened, completely surprised by what he said

He nodded. “You still have a shot. And before you go, do you think I could have the number of your cousin? She seems nice” He laughed as you threw him a bouquet that was on a table near you. “Hey we’re not getting married, but I’m still scared of being alone, let me have some company”

“Thank you.” You sincerely said before hugging him

“Invite me to your next wedding!” He joked before walking to the door. James left the room, he went back inside the church as you were changing clothes. You heard him mentioning that the wedding was cancelled and that he was actually really happy about it. You smile when you heard him, and hurried to leave the room, before your parents went banging on the door, asking for explanations. Before leaving, James left his car keys so you could use his car to drive to Ben’s house. You left the church, in a complete contrast, you hair was still in the same hairstyle, your makeup was still on but you were wearing a leggings and a hoodie.

After driving for long minutes, you stopped the car in front of Ben’s house. You had the time to think while you were driving, but you knew that what you were about to do was risky, but the adrenaline made you want to risk everything for Ben, because you still loved him. You took a giant breath in your car, and once you were finally ready, you got outside to knock on Ben’s door. Biting your nails, you were waiting for him to open, but after knocking for a few minutes, you just assumed he wasn’t home yet.

You refused to get home after that, so you sat on the door steps, looking out for Ben’s car. Your phone kept ringing and that’s when the emotions kicked in. You started crying and sobbing to let out all the stress you had contained over the last few days. You wiped away your tears before turning off your phone and hiding your head in your arms. You stayed like that for God knows how long, until you finally heard someone

“Aren’t you supposed to be at your own wedding?” Ben asked, making you raise your head to face him. You weakly smiled at him before he sat down next to you.

“I cancelled the wedding” You spoke, perfectly knowing that Ben already assumed that information. Ben opened his mouth to say something but you beat him “You were right. Getting married was gonna be a giant mistake. James and I came to the conclusion that we were just friends” You explained and Ben placed one arm around your shoulder to bring you closer.

“That sucks” He replied, trying to hide his smile but he wasn’t the best at it because you could clearly see him contain his smile, you couldn’t be mad because you loved his smile.

“James wasn’t you, I couldn’t see myself marrying someone that wasn’t you” You said softly, perfectly knowing that Ben could still hear you

“Could you repeat?” He asked, teasing you.

“Urgh, you heard me very clearly! It’s just… Seeing you last week changed everything and somehow, it brought back every feelings I thought I had buried deep” You confessed, making your cheeks turn into a strong shade of red.

“I really am sorry for storming out, like last week and when we broke up. It was very dumb of me and I paid the price when I lost you”

“I still love you” You blurred out in the middle of Ben’s speech. You couldn’t hold that thought for any longer and you just had to let it out. Ben smiled and brought his face closer to yours

“May I kiss the former bride?” He asked with a smirk and you kissed him as an answer

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy one shots #ben hardy one shot #w*#*

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June Haver (born June Stovenour, June 10, 1926 – July 4, 2005) was an American film actress, singer, and dancer. Once groomed by 20th Century Fox to be "the next Betty Grable", Haver appeared in a string of musicals, but she never achieved Grable's popularity. Haver's second husband was the actor Fred MacMurray, whom she married after she retired from show business.

Born June Stovenour, June Haver was born in Rock Island, Illinois. She later took the last name of her stepfather Bert Haver. After the family moved to Ohio, seven-year-old Haver entered and won a contest of the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music. At age 10, she moved back to Rock Island, where she began performing for Rudy Vallée. Her mother being an actress and her father being a musician, Haver often doubted who she (careerwise) wanted to follow. At age eight, she won a film test by imitating famous actresses including Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn, and Helen Hayes. Haver's mother, however, prohibited her daughter from becoming a child actress in the film industry, feeling she was too young.

Working regularly as a band singer by her teens, she performed with the Ted Fio Rito Orchestra for $75 a week. Other bandleaders for whom she worked were Dick Jurgens and Freddy Martin. Furthermore, she became a well-known child star on the radio.

In the summer of 1942, Haver moved to Hollywood, where she finished high school. She acted in plays in her spare time, and during a performance as a southern belle, she was discovered by a scout from 20th Century Fox. In 1943, Haver signed a $3,500-a-week contract with the studio and made her film debut playing an uncredited role as a hat-check girl in The Gang's All Here. She was dropped shortly after, because the studio executives felt that she looked too young, but was later resigned, after her costume and hairstyle were changed.

20th Century Fox had plans to mold Haver as a glamour girl stand-in for the studio's two biggest stars, Alice Faye and Betty Grable. She debuted on screen in a supporting role as Cri-Cri in Home in Indiana (1944). According to the actress, she had just turned 17 years old when her scenes were filmed. Even before Home in Indiana was released, she was assigned to replace Alice Faye in the Technicolor-musical, Irish Eyes Are Smiling. Later that year, she co-starred with her future husband, Fred MacMurray, in Where Do We Go From Here?, which was the only time the pair appeared together in a film.

During her career at Fox, Haver was originally groomed to be the next Betty Grable (standing a diminutive 5'2", 1.57 metres, she was known as "Pocket Grable"). She even co-starred with Grable in the 1945 film, The Dolly Sisters, for which she had to put on weight. While filming, rumors about a possible clash between the two actresses arose, mostly because of their frequent comparison, but Haver refuted this with: "Betty is a big star and I'm just starting. I try to be nice to her, and she reciprocated by being just as nice to me. It's silly to think two girls can't work together without quarreling. You see, I've two sisters. I'm the ham between the bread and butter — the middle sister — and I understand girls pretty well. Betty likes to talk about her baby, so we talk about her baby."

In 1946, she starred and received first-billing in Wake Up and Dream and Three Little Girls in Blue, both of which were well received and brought moderate success. The following year, the role of Katie was written into the film I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now just for Haver.

Possibly best known for her roles in optimistic musicals, Haver's comedy star-turn in 1948's Scudda Hoo! Scudda Hay! was a major success. The same year, she starred as Marilyn Miller in the musical Look for the Silver Lining (1949). To resemble the actress as much as possible, Haver had to drive to the studio an hour earlier for make-up.

The following year, she starred in The Daughter of Rosie O'Grady and I'll Get By. In 1951, Haver was teamed with Fox's newest asset, Marilyn Monroe, and previous co-star William Lundigan (her co-star from I'll Get By), in the low-budget comedy, Love Nest. Though Haver was the lead and received top billing, most of the film's publicity centered on Monroe, who had a minor role and garnered under-the-title billing. Love Nest was June Haver's only full-length film in black and white. Her other 15 releases between 1943 and 1953 were shot in three-strip Technicolor, something of a record for a Hollywood Golden Age actress.

Following her marriage to Fred MacMurray in 1954, Haver remained largely retired from acting (her last appearances were as herself on The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour in 1958 and Disneyland '59). June Haver's final film appearance was in 1953's The Girl Next Door. Haver and MacMurray adopted two daughters and remained together until MacMurray's death in 1991.

At the urging of friends Ann Miller and Ann Rutherford, Haver finally joined the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences at the age of 75. For her contribution to the motion picture industry, June Haver has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1777 Vine Street.

Haver insisted she had always been very close with her family. Her sisters followed her to Hollywood and served as her stand-ins, while her mother was Haver's personal secretary.

On March 9, 1947, Haver married trumpet player James Zito. She met him at age 15, while touring with Ted Fio Rito's orchestra. They initially lost contact after Haver moved from Illinois to Beverly Hills, but started dating when Haver made a short visit to her home town when she was already a film actress. Haver filed for divorce less than a year after eloping with Zito, winning interlocutory decree on March 25, 1948. She admitted to the press the marriage was a failure from the beginning, saying: "I want to forget as soon as possible. We hadn't been married hours before I realized I had never really known Jimmy. He was a stranger. He was either down in the dumps or up high. I never knew from one moment to the next how he would be." Because she was a devout Catholic, Haver tried to make the marriage work, turning to the church to forget her unhappiness.

After her divorce from Zito, Haver started dating Dr. John L. Duzik, whom she had dated before her marriage to Zito; they planned on marrying, but Duzik died on October 31, 1949, following surgery complications. While taking care of him in his final days, she started attending church more often. According to friends, she was inspired to become a nun during this period. Following Duzik's death, Haver reportedly became tired of Hollywood, and never was really in love with the men she dated afterward. In February 1953, Haver became a postulant nun with the Sisters of Charity of Leavenworth, an organization based in Leavenworth, Kansas, and she stayed until October, saying she left because of "poor health".

Around this time, Haver met Fred MacMurray, one of the wealthier and more conservative men in Hollywood, and a romantic relationship developed. (When she was 18, she had worked on a film with him, but he was married at the time.) On June 28, 1954, they were married. She told the press: "When I married Fred, he was terribly set in his ways. He was a fuss-budget. He hadn't quite progressed to being a lint picker, but he was already an ash-tray emptier, and that's just about as set in his ways as a man can get." Haver insisted on adopting a girl, but MacMurray, 18 years her senior, initially refused, explaining he already had been a father. Shortly after, he agreed on adopting a child, and with the help of a doctor, they were able to take in twin daughters. He died in 1991.

Haver died from respiratory failure on July 4, 2005 in Brentwood, California at the age of 79.[9] She was buried with MacMurray at Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City, California.

Haver was a Republican and supported Dwight Eisenhower during the 1952 presidential election.

#june haver #1940s hollywood #classic hollywood #classic movie stars

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born : feb 02 1948 castle view, ME died : nov 16, 2024 boston, MA AQUARIUS ( most compatible with aries, gemini, libra, & sagittarius )

traits : intellectual, impatient, independent, opinionated

parents : julien & sylvie pelletier siblings : james robert pelletier ( older brother ), phillipa ‘ pippa ’ pelletier ( older sister )

born in castle view in castle county, maine on february second, 1948, rosemary was the youngest of three, & by far the most spoilt. she grew up with a love for pretty things, readily accepting pippa’s hand-me-downs when need be, but also developing a deep interest in shopping, & the procuring of new things. when rosie wanted something, it often meant she would get it.

often dressed as a young child in soft pastels & hairstyles made for accentuating her natural curls, rosie’s style as she grew never changed much. she leaned towards the pretty, the soft : peter pans collared dresses, & saddle shoes with white socks were her go-to outfit of choice, & her teen years often found her with a cardigan on, dress collar sitting neatly atop the outerwear.

she was warm, bright, & - by virtue of being the youngest - allowed more freedom than her sister had been afforded at her age. yet there were still restrictions imposed on the youngest pelletier girl, & - like most everyone in castle view & castle rock - the most important one was don’t engage yourself with the chamberses.

unfortunately for the pelletiers, a life of being coddled & spoilt by her parents had also made rosie bored. life was nice, but it wasn’t particularly exciting, & a lot of her shopping was done to stave off boredom ( material goods often filled that hole for a few days, & then she was suffocating in boredom again ). when one is afforded almost everything one wants, they tend to want things they cannot have.

& for rosie pelletier, that came in 1962 at the beginning of high school, in the shape of chris chambers.

at fourteen - almost fifteen - chris was everything her parents had warned her to stay away from. he was a leather-jacket-wearing, duck-tail haired, engineer-booted capital t Trouble in the shape of a not-unattractive young boy. she knew all the facts, of course ( everyone did ) : eldest brother in jail, older one headed the same way, the kids nothing more than punching bags for their father, & a mother who would rather leave her two year old in that house than admit she needed help. then there were the rumors : thieves, liars, no-good-nicks, the boys rapists & abusers-to-be. everyone knew why frank was in prison, & from the outside looking in his younger brothers didn’t seem like they were any different.

yet there was something about chris that struck rosie as different. maybe it was the fact that he didn’t seem to have any friends outside of gordon lachance ; maybe it was the fact that he came to school constantly exhausted, as if he’d only gotten a couple of hours sleep - at most ; maybe it was the fact that he was even in the college courses at all. nobody wanted him there aside from gordon, & no one seemed to try too hard to hide that fact.

regardless of what it was, chris was something rosie decided she wanted --- & she was very used to getting what she wanted. chris symbolised danger ( but not personal danger ), rule-breaking, & a sharp-left turn from the path of boredom her life was heading down. he was far from the clean-cut, dress-shirt-tucked-in boys she knew her parents would approve of, & she liked that.

still, it took rosie almost a year to work up the courage to ask chris out. a year of being partnered up with gordon lachance when in reality she wanted to be partnered with chris ; a year of dinner-table talk being interrupted with you don’t talk to that chambers boy, do you ? ; a year of watching him struggle & almost drop out a half-dozen times ( she’d never ask him out if he took woodshop ). because rosie knew it would have to be up to her. chris was too focused on school, too focused on trying to keep up with classmates who had been raised on blake & williams & shakespeare ( ‘ dootchbags ’ chris had once referred to them as ).

she spent a good part of her time partnered up with gordon trying to elicit information on chris ----- but it didn’t prove particularly helpful. gordon remained rather tight-lipped on the subject, & there were only so many ways rosie could ask a question before it looked like she was interested in chris. still, in early june of 1963, she took the plunge. she hovered by the class door as everyone emptied out, & asked him if he’d like to walk her to her locker. a look of absolute surprise & a momentary pause later, & he was doing just that -- along with carrying her heaviest book. it didn’t take many more trips in that vein before the two began ‘ seeing each other ’, & just before summer began, they’d evolved to ‘ going steady ’. her parents hated it, of course, but rosie was stubborn & couldn’t be persuaded otherwise. they tried taking away her things, confining her to the house, stopping her from seeing her friends - but it all just seemed to make her more determined. & so, for almost three months, rosie pelletier was happy being chris chambers’ first girlfriend. she taught him some basic french, & in turn he taught her how to climb a tree & use a pea shooter.

but high school is a trying time, particularly for those with clean reputations, & when school started back late-1963, rosie found that she cared more about how other people perceived her than she’d thought. she still had her friends, but they didn’t gossip with her as much as they had the year prior. conversations would grind to a halt at the appearance of chris, & rosie found that people’s prying haze hurts when it’s less curious & more judgmental in nature. rebelling against her parents was fun ; rebelling against her friends ? not so much.

rosie broke up with chris january eighth, 1964. she would have done it sooner, she’d said, but she didn’t want to ruin his holiday period. when he asked why she was breaking up with him, she shrugged & said you kind of have a reputation.

they didn’t speak again until the following year, when their classmates had finally accepted chris as one of their own, & the looks had stopped. rosie apologized for her behavior their previous conversation, & asked if maybe he wanted to grab a milkshake at nan’s ------------ but chris had a steady girlfriend now, & politely declined the offer.

rosie was newly-married & living in chamberlain ( as mrs. john miller ) when she read in the paper that chris had been killed. she let herself wax nostalgically for a moment before she remarked to her husband that she’d gone to school with him. i’d always known there was something good about him, she said. he seemed nice. she didn’t mention they’d dated, & when her sister - visiting from castle view - mentioned the death, rosie quickly shut it down & changed the topic.

she’d almost completely forgot about him by the time gordie’s book came out, & it was john who’d bought a copy of the book. you went to school with the author, right ? rosie read it once, wondered - not for the first time - how different her life might have been had she caved a little less to perceived peer pressure, felt validated in her belief that he hadn’t been like the rest of his family, & promptly donated it to a charity shop. it’s a horrible memory, she explained when john queried about it. the brower boy ----- & then the chambers boy, too ? i’d just rather not have my childhood memories tainted with those deaths. it’s just --- icky. thirty-five years old, & she decided ‘ icky ’ as the appropriate adjective. that was the last time she ever mentioned chris chambers.

ROSEMARY EVELYN MILLER, NÉE PELLETIER, 1948 - 2024, died of natural causes in her massachusetts home of thirty years. rosemary, born in castle view, maine, was a loving mother & devoted wife, who taught night-time sewing classes for anyone who wished to learn, & who always had a taste for the finer things in life. she is survived by her daughter, jessica marie, 53, & her son lawrence christopher, 49.

#re. rosie #re. npc #it's 1300+ words but i needed it out i love ....... her tbh #i just think it's interesting that her middle name is the same as his aunt's name #and she named her kid after chris .......... I Just Think That's Interesting -

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A Favorite

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind I was. Lovers don’t just meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” - Rumi

A big candle is burning on the window ledge, right at the end of the living room. It’s not even late yet it’s dark outside. Winter hasn’t really come to an end yet. Winter here in California. Nothing but a mild breeze refreshing the mind. Rain coming down the sky ever since this morning. Thick clouds covering the sky, landing right on the roof of the patio and landing on the grass. Nourishing. Cleaning up the mind.

There’s bustle in the house, heels on the hardwood floor, sweet perfume in the air, two cats lounging around her massive living room armchairs and a smiling man leaning in the doorframe. He carefully witnesses every move she makes. Every sigh, every twitch of her eyes, every smile. Two assistants are whirling around, helping her close her dress and fix the curly pinned- up hairstyle.

“Baby?”

“Mhmm?”

“I have to head off. The car is here.” He says slowly, carefully makes his way over to her, always making sure he’s not tripping on her dress or bumping into one of her assistants that are crouching in front of her, helping her get into her heels.

She looks right up at him with big eyes, just nods a little distracted by maneuvering to get into her shoes and having someone else fix her hair at the same time. Joe gently smiles at her. That is giving him Taylor’s attention. He doesn’t move, just stands right in front of her and reaches for her hands.

“You look beautiful.”

A small smile appears on her lips. “No, you look beautiful” she gives back and smiles at the stubbly man in suit and tie. He looks so handsome. If she could, then she would send everyone away and spend her last minutes with him before his big night differently. With a little more body contact and a little less clothing.

“So handsome.” she then says and Joe, who is still holding both her hands gently steps closer, grinning, before gently placing his lips on hers. It’s a soft kiss. A familiar one.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” He mumbles and Taylor smiles also, stealing him another gentle kiss, “See you in a bit.” she whispers and Joe smiles. You’ll be okay. I’ll be there. Taylor takes a deep breath and smiles back at him before watching him leave through the door of the living room.

Taylor stands in the middle of the room, an ice cold whiskey on the rocks in her hand, holding smalltalk with three people she doesn’t know. Every now and then she slowly looks down, makes sure her dress is still where it’s supposed to be. The drink she got is stronger than she first thought, but just strong enough to help her relax. The last two hours have been an emotional rollercoaster for her. The excitement to see Joe on the big screen at the Oscars, the pride in her chest as well as the anxiety of stepping out into the public, into one of the most high profile events of the world, with a building full of people who don’t know her yet know exactly who she is. People who know why she’s here. For whom she is here. Joe’s and her relationship has become something that can stand the public’s attention yet she still doesn’t really like it. She doesn’t like people talking about them, speculating about them. But what she do likes is the handsome and tall guy with the stubble, the blonde hair, the blue eyes and the beautiful smile who just makes his way into the room. He shakes a man’s hand, obviously thrilled about this successful night for him and the entire cast. Taylor knows him so well, knows that he doesn’t need the attention. But at the same time, he is an exceptional talent and he deserves all the attention and all the applause in the world.

Taylor absentmindedly smiles as she watches him, sees that he discreetly scans the room to find her. It takes him a few seconds until he slowly makes his way to her table. When he approaches, he politely shakes everyone’s hands next to Taylor, introduces himself to the people who sit on their table as well.

Taylor knows that she can’t fall into a passionate kiss in front of everybody. But god, how much she would want to right now. Joe slowly grabs her hand, gives her a quick kiss and then pulls her into a warm hug. Taylor closes her eyes for a second, breaths in his scent. God, she is so proud of him.

“Congratulations, Mr. Favorite” she whispers into his ear, making him chuckle into her neck slightly. He then pulls back and smiles at her emotional face. He can see how proud she is. And it means the world to him. “Thank you miss Swift” he smiles, as Taylor slowly strokes his cheek. “Proud of you.” She just says, doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable in front of Olivia, Rachel and the other cast mates that are all standing around them, waiting to be seated while drinking champagne and holding small talk. “Thank you baby. Have you met Thomas and James?” Joe asks, sees how the two assisting directors of his latest movie make their way over to him. Taylor immediately turns around and smiles politely at the two men. “No I haven’t.” She smiles, and shakes hands. Taylor is more than advanced at this game. Shaking hands, smiling, small talk, standing next to Joe just to reassure him when he gets overwhelmed (she can sense that easily) and always making sure to crack a little joke here and there. It would be wrong to say that she’s faking anything, cause after all, she loves being here with Joe. It’s just her insecurities that always lead her to make a joke or start a conversation about the heat in LA or the rain in London as well as the current movie landscape. She just wants him to enjoy bringing her here. She wants him to feel like she fits into his world. That she can support him. That they’re together in this.

When they sit down at their table, Joe places his hand on her lap, right over her folded hands. She looks a little lost, immediately looks into his direction when she feels his hand reaching for hers.

“Hungry?” He asks, so quietly that he knows only she heard him. Taylor smiles and nods.

“Rachel said they had the most amazing dessert last year.” She smiles and Joe laughs. No matter if it’s their weekly going- to- Sainsbury’s- at 11pm- ritual or the Vanity Fair Oscar party - if there’s one thing Taylor can always get excited about, then its dessert or any form of sweets.

“You can have mine, too. I’m not that hungry.”

Taylor’s face immediately changes a bit. “Why? You need to eat after this exciting day.” She says, his hand still in hers, resting on her lap while she slowly caresses the back of his hand. Nobody can see that they’re holding hands and she knows that Joe is rattled up. She knows what it’s like to have your dreams come true. It’s magical but also very very scary and exhausting.

“I’ll try.”

Joe closes the door of the big black car, immediately looks at her to make sure she’s fine. He closes his seatbelt, then automatically reaches for Taylor’s hands. She takes a deep breath, was looking into her phone before taking it back into her purse and looking at him with a smile.

“Tired?” He asks, and she shakes her head. After all, it’s past 2 am.

“Are you tired?” She asks him and he shakes his head with her.

“Why are we going home then?”

“Cause you’re too fucking drunk” he says and makes her giggle. She punches him into the side, then pretends to be annoyed.

“I’m not drunk.” She says, looks back at him and giggles once more. He can’t help but laugh with her. He knows that she’s not drunk rather a bit tipsy and giggly. Taylor leans her head back, looks out of the window while still holding onto his big hand.

“You’re pissed.” He says and she just chuckles once more, way too fascinated by the palm trees in the dark that their car slowly passes.

“Maybe a little. They just constantly refilled my glass. Are you tipsy as well?” She asks him, then slowly moves her head to look at him. Joe just laughs at her and shakes his head, then sits upright again and also looks out of the window. LA has always had some magic to it. He can’t explain it.

“Do you wanna go to bed or do you want to do something?” She asks excitedly and receives a questioning look from him.

“I’m up to doing in bed whatever you want, love.” He teases, then receives a punch into his side from her. She can’t believe he said this in front of their driver. Taylor doesn’t say anything, just stares out of the window and shakes her head. Joe laughs, brings her hand closer to his lips and kisses it grinning.

“I’m just kidding.” He says grinning, “What do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know, maybe watch a movie?” She asks. She knows that they’re both way too rattled up from this day to be able to just go to bed and sleep. Joe smiles and nods.

“Sounds good.”

This is one of the things he loves most about her. Being at home with him, is her safe zone. Not any glamorous party or prestigious event. She’s a multimillionaire who craves nothing more than simplicity, and safety. He loves that side to her. He loves coming home. Music and movies, her cookies, their very secret world where nothing matters but them. Just what he needs after this day.

The car disappears in the driveway of the gated house. As it finally comes to a stop, Joe is the first one to open the door and step outside, then immediately opens her door to make sure she gets out of the car with her ball gown. As he opens the door he laughs. She hands him her heels, holds layers of fabric in her hands and leaves the car barefoot.

Brandon meanwhile opens the main entrance of the house for them and Taylor smiles.

“Thanks Brandon, have a good night” she answers and disappears in the house together with Joe. She turns on the light in the hallway, hears Joe disappear in the little bathroom right next to the door.

“Mer? Dibbles? We’re home.” She yells out of reflex, then slowly walks into the kitchen to turn o the lights.

“Let us fucking get some sleep, mummy” she hears Joe with a high- pitched voice yelling from the bathroom. She immediately has to laugh. The same idiotic humor as her. There’s a reason they’re together.

Still in her black gown and barefoot, Taylor opens the cupboard and grabs a glass to fill with water from the sink. She just stands in the kitchen, juggs down water. Joe slowly walks in, sees her leaning against the counter, drinking water.

“Are you okay?” He asks immediately, slowly walks up to her. She internally smiles, loves that he cares about her well- being at any given moment.

“Yeah, just thirsty. Do you want some water as well?”

“I’ll get it babe”

“No, I’m getting it” she interrupts him and reaches for another glass faster than he is. She quickly fills it with cold water as well, then turns around and gives it to him. Her back leans against the counter now, and Joe takes a step closer towards her while taking a sip.

“Thanks” he says, places the glass next to them on the counter.

“You’re welcome.” she says a little more quiet, loving his closeness. Joe places his hands on her hips and slowly leans in to kiss her. Differently, then before. A little longer, a little closer.

“You’re so cute.. with your water.” He mumbles against her lips.

Taylor looks at him for a second, then breaks into laughter. Her hands both around his neck.

“I do think you’re drunk.” She says. Joe in the meantime has placed his lips on her forehead, right over her bangs.

“Maybe a little.” He smirks. Taylor strokes his cheek.

“I have an idea.” She says, enjoys Joe just standing there with her - his tummy on hers, not moving away from her caressing him.

“How about we go upstairs, I make some tea, we take a bath, and I put on where we left off on Birdbox last night.” She suggests and Joe nods, lets his head fall into the crook of her neck.

“Sounds amazing.” He mumbles, obviously exhausted. She can literally feel the nervousness fall off of him. He needs relaxation now. He needs to come down. Just when Taylor was about to push him off, to move to boil some water, Joe stops her, holds her hand a little tighter.

“Tay?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for tonight.” He just says. She looks at him a little confused, but steps up closer again.

“What do you mean?”

“I could never see anyone else ever by my side for these things. You’re… incredible.”

“Oh, honey..” She just whispers, places her hand carefully on his stubble. She’s obviously touched by his words, slowly searches for more proximity.

“Thank you so much for saying that. But you know that I will…”

“Pssst.” He interrupts her with a grin.

“What?”

“I just wanted to say that I love you. Like ten times more than you think.”

Taylor smiles and giggles quietly. She just places another kiss on his lips, pulls him down to her so that his forehead is against hers.

“I love you too, baby.”

“Do you need help opening it?” He asks, sees her reaching behind to open her gown. She stands in the middle of the bathroom. Her hair already back to natural, hanging a little messed up down her shoulders. She has lit some of the candles that she has decorated the entire bathroom with. Candles and flowers. Some of the her favorite things. He knows that better than anyone. Joe in the meantime has already taken off his suit, turned on the flatscreen that’s hanging directly on the wall over the bathtub in the master bathroom of the house.

Taylor just nods, looks into the mirror to find Joe struggling to open it as well. She loves beautiful dresses and feeling like Cinderella for just a few hours. But the aftermath is the not so fun part. Standing in the bathroom, just wanting to get out of the uncomfortable dress and not being able to.

“There we go.” Joe mumbles, slowly opens the zipper on the side of the dress. Taylor immediately lets the dress fall down, suddenly stands in front of the mirror in nothing but a black thong and boob tape. He smiles and Taylor laughs, turns around to look at him. Now this is the worst part. She says a little frightened, reaches for the end of the boob tape that is on her chest.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, can only imagine how painful it must be to rip off some tape that is on one of the most sensible parts of the body.

“Yeah, you have to do it super slowly..” she mumbles, busy to slowly get rid of the tape.

“Should I help you?” He asks, wants to be supportive but also would take any chance to play with her incredible boobs at any given time. After all, he loves the woman in front of him. And her incredible body is part of that.

“Sure. But go slow, especially when you’re there.. like, almost over the nipple.” she mumbles, holds her left boob while watching Joe slowly move the tape from under her breast.

“s’ that hurt?” he murmurs in a thick accent, almost makes it hard for her to understand him.

“No it’s fine.” She says, then slowly hisses when he reaches her nipple.

“Sorry, did I…”

“No, no, just continue.” She says. After a minute, the tape is gone. She sighs.

“God, I hate it.” She says, looks down at Joe who immediately helps her with the tape on her left boob. It takes less than two minutes for him to remove the last parts. Taylor just thanks him with a kiss, then places her hands slowly over her nipples. She hates the skin irritation on this sensible part of skin every time she uses boob tape. The price of beauty is just so high nowadays.

“Does it hurt?” Joe asks, after having tossed the rest of the tape into the little bin next to the toilet.

“Yeah it’s red and sore.. I have to put some cream on it later.” She says. Joe looks at her breast and can clearly see how reddened her nipples are.

“I’m sorry..” He says, can only imagine how uncomfortable this probably is.

“I can already see in your face how badly you want to apply the cream later.” She mumbles, makes him laugh.

“I mean… we both know that I’m extremely good at that stuff.” He says, makes her laugh a little. Taylor turns round, looks into the mirror in front of her. She washes her hands quickly, then pulls down her panties. Joe in the meantime tries to put on Netflix on the flatscreen over the already filled tub.

“Joe?”

“Yes” he answers distracted.

“Would you mind if I pee real quick. Like.. is that gross?” He asks, currently removes her eye make up with some coconut oil that she rubs over her face. Joe just laughs and looks at her.

“Are we really at that stage of the relationship.”

“I’m sorry, I mean if you want to leave the…”

“It’s fine. Go ahead. If you poop I will sleep on the couch.” He says, makes her laugh loudly.

“Oh my god, can you imagine.” She mumbles, never had a problem to pee in front of her friends of mum. Maybe she’s too open when it comes to these things, or maybe she just gets too comfortable with the people she loves. But doing your business in front of your partner is an absolute no- go. That is for sure.

“I just have to pee so much whenever I have champagne..” She mumbles, “I know, trust me.” He gives back sarcastically. Taylor quickly disappears on the toilet at the end of the room and starts to giggle when Joe pulls down his underwear and covers both of his ears while stepping into the bathtub.

“I’m almost done.” She laughs, just hears Joe go “la la la, I can’t hear or see anything, la la la”. Taylor flushes, just laughs and shakes her head at him. When she gets into the bathtub as well, he takes his hands off his ears, grinning at her.

“Was that so bad?” She asks, shivers a little when she feels the warm water around her skin.

“Did you poop?”

“Oh my god, no!”

“It smells.”

“It doesn’t, you idiot.” She laughs with him, as Joe already grabs her hips, pulls her closer.

“Come here, turn around..” He mumbles, as Taylor realizes that her back faces the TV. She quickly stands up in the bathtub, reaches for the light switch that is right next to the towel dryer and dims the lights a little. Just enough, so that she can still see him. She then turns around and slowly sits down again, right between Joe’s legs. She leans back and Joe immediately wraps his arms around her torso, so close that he can kiss her cheek from behind. She laughs, feels Joe squeezing her.

“So cozy..” She mumbles, takes a deep breath and enjoys the moment. This is her absolute most favorite moment of the day. A great tv show, the warm bathtub and the two arms of the man she loves.

“I know, right..” Joe mumbles into her ear, encourages Taylor to lean her head back to be more comfortable. Taylor just lets her head fall back, feels even more happier as she realized that his shoulder can function perfectly as a real life pillow in the bathtub.

“I totally forgot where we left off..” She mumbles confused, both hands on Joe’s arms that hug her tightly from behind, while staring onto the flatscreen on the wall.

“He’s her ex husband. The one with the knee injury..”

“Oh, right. And who’s the girl in the black shirt?”

Joe laughs, “That’s the main character, granny”

Taylor laughs as well, always forgets about characters in tv shows too fast. She watches too much tv, then starts to confuse the characters with each other. That’s the only explanation she has.

“But that’s not Sandra Bullock.”

“Of course it is, are you mad” he continuous to laugh.

“She looks so different.” Taylor says.

“Okay, slowly I start to think that you’re the one who’s still drunk tonight. First you poop with me in the room, now you tell me that you can’t identify Sandra Bullock on a six feet big flatscreen?!”

Taylor giggles uncontrollably, moves her elbow to punch him into the side - once more.

“I didn’t poop and the tv is NOT six feet okay.” She laughs and turns around, finds Joe just laughing behind her as well.

“Okay okay, Ms. Swift, now lean back and relax please okay.” He mumbles and Taylor turns around again and leans back. This time, Joe’s hands land on her bare stomach.

“You’re so mean to me.” She whispers. Joe has to laugh quietly. He knows that his dark British humor is sometimes a little too much for her, but he also knows that she loves it. That she speaks the same language when it comes to humor.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just teasing you.” He whispers into her ear and holds her a little closer. HIs hand that is on her stomach caressing her gently.

“I know.” She mumbles, holds onto his arms tightly while watching tv. Joe moves his head to the side, kisses her hair a few times. After a while, Joe looks down to her, has noticed that she became suspiciously silent.

“Tay?”

No answer. Joe chuckles slightly. Of course she would doze off in the bathtub after ten minutes. Typically Taylor.

He doesn’t move, lets her rest peacefully in his arms while continuing to watch the tv show by himself. Suddenly Taylor moves, then moves a little irritated.

“What..”

“Babe.” He says, can notice clearly that she’s in a half sleep state and a little irritated as of where she is.

Suddenly she turns around, all startled, then starts laughing.

“What on earth…”

“I fell asleep and suddenly I felt the water and woke up cause I thought I was drowning.” she says, tries to laugh slightly. Joe immediately places his hand on her neck.

“You were all cuddled up in my arms. I make sure you don’t drown. Always.” He says gently and Taylor nods, then immediately cuddles up against his neck again. This time, she has rolled her legs together, lets him hold her while sitting in front of him like an embryo.

“Joe..”

“Mhm”

“Before I forget, did I tell you how proud I am of you.”

Joe smiles, his hand still around her bare back, stroking it gently.

“You did.” He smiles.

Taylor looks up at him, just stares smiling for a few seconds, then steals one kiss.

“The Favorite is truly my favorite, did you know that.”

She can feel him breath out, laughing.

“You’re truly my favorite, did you know that.”

Taylor leans back against his chest once more, surrounded by warm water, warm arms and one heartbeat.

“I do know that. Makes me very happy.” she mumbles, steals his wet chest a kiss or two.

“Me too.”

“Good.”

#taylor swift #joe alwyn #taylor swift fanfiction #joe and taylor #joe and taylor fanfiction

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Headcanon: Sirius Black and long hair

Sirius Black has always worn his hair past shoulder length. When he was a boy he had worn it brushed back neatly with a silver or black or green tie.

When he got to Hogwarts this tie was exchanged by a red one that he displayed proudly everywhere.

In the summer bevor the second year his mother ripped the tie out of his hair after hearing him tell Regulus how to avoid becoming a Gryffindor. On September 1st Sirius stepped into the Hogwarts Express with his hair lose, proudly whipping it back and ignoring all the laughter and saying that he looked like a girl. He refused the whole year to wear a tie.

In the summer before the third year Peter’s letters introduced him to punk rock and Bon Jovi, only fortifying his willingness to wear his hair open.

While visiting Remus in the heat of the summer before the fourth year Remus introduced him to the magnificent world of muggle elastic hair ties. That was the first time in years that Sirius agreed to wear his hair in a ponytail or a bun in years and only if it was really unbearably hot.

Fifth year was when his friendship to Lily began and he occasionally allowed her to braid his hair, trying out hairstyles for herself, always keeping her bright coloured hair ties around his wrist, leading to rumours about the girls he got them from. This lead to a lot of jealousy around Hogwarts while no one guessed that he got the ties from the crush of his best mate.

And that the love of his life was the one who was allowed to touch and cut the Sacred and Marvellous Hair of Sirius Black in sith year so that it was back to shoulder length. It was a shock for the whole school and Dumbledoore slipped five galleons to McGonagall because he could have sworn that he would cut it at the end of seventh year.

In seventh year Sirius went back to wearing his hair loose at least most of the time. The Iconic Prank Days of 1977 and 1978 were celebrated by the Marauders the last day before each holidays, on each holidays and on the first day after, with special dedication to Halloween, April 1st and the Very Last School Day of the Fantastic Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. During these days Sirius Black always wore his Gryffindor tie as hair tie. He did that only once again, when he stepped out of the Hogwarts Express for the very last day and walked over to the woman that had once been his mother telling her: “I wish we wouldn’t, but we are fighting in a war on opposite sites now. I still hope that you could see the truth, mother.” It was only rumoured afterwards but some bystanders claimed that Walburga Black answered: “You are no son of mine, you vile creature. And I hope that you get yourself killed soon enough so I don’t have to see you ever again.” And it is said that Mrs. Potter had to be held back forcefully by both her sons in order not to kill Walburga Black on the spot.

For James’ stag party the coloured his hair in Gryffindor colours to “revive the old spirit” as he called it. Reviving the old spirit once more he did the next day when he let Remus brush his hair back in old pureblood fashion and donned his best robes, fitting for the best man, but when the photo was taken he could laugh for the first line honestly dressed like this.

The very next day Sirius handed Remus a muggle razor and told him to cut his hair short so it wouldn’t be in the way in the waging war after a death eater had caught him by it once more. Remus smiled a sad smile and told him that he loved him and that the war would be over soon so he could regrow his hair.

On the morning of October 31st 1981 they repeated the procedure once more, vowing that they loved each other and that the war would be over soon.

Sirius Black didn’t cut his hair for the next thirteen years.

And when he did he handed the scissors to Remus, wearing an Gryffindor tie to hold it up and told him: “Just like it was, please.” And when Remus chopped his hair off just above his shoulders it almost was as if a younger man stood before them, the faint ghost of a smile glistening in his eyes.

When Voldemort returned, Sirius returned with a razor.

On June 18th 1996 Sirius shaved his own head because Remus had declined.

Sirius Black never cut his hair again.

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My alternative 91st Academy Awards

As always during 31 Days of Oscar, I partake in an annual fantasy. What would the Oscars look like if I stuffed the ballots - choosing every single nomination and choosing every single winner? It always would look a lot different. Fans of Black Panther and Bohemian Rhapsody and Vice? Come at me.

91st Academy Awards – February 24, 2019 Dolby Theatre – Hollywood, Los Angeles, California Host: None Broadcaster: ABC

Best Picture: ROMA

BlacKkKlansman, Sean McKittrick, Jason Blum, Raymond Mansfield, Jordan Peele, and Spike Lee (Focus)

Burning (KOR), Lee Joon-dong and Lee Chang-dong (Pinehouse Film/Now Film/NHK/CGV Arthouse/Well Go USA Entertainment)

Eighth Grade, Scott Rudin, Eli Bush, Lila Yacoub, and Christopher Storer (A24)

The Favourite, Ceci Dempsey, Ed Guiney, Lee Magiday, and Yorgos Lanthimos (Fox Searchlight)

Mission: Impossible – Fallout, J.J. Abrams, Tom Cruise, Christopher McQuarrie, and Jake Myers (Paramount)

Roma (MEX), Alfonso Cuarón, Gabriela Rodriguez, and Nicolas Celis (Netflix)

Shoplifters (JPN), Matsuzaki Kaoru, Yose Akihiko, and Taguchi Hijiri (AOI Promotion/Fuji TV/GAGA/Magnolia Pictures)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Avi Arad, Ami Pascal, Phil Lord, Christopher Miller, and Christina Steinberg (Columbia)

A Star Is Born, Bill Gerber, Jon Peters, Bradley Cooper, Todd Phillips, and Lynette Howell Taylor (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer/Warner Bros.)

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, Morgan Neville, Caryn Capotosto, and Nicholas Ma (Focus)

Wholesale changes in this category compared to real life. The best three films of 2018, to me, were Burning, Roma, and Shoplifters -- none of these were in the English language. Films I tossed for Best Picture were Black Panther, Bohemian Rhapsody, Green Book, and Vice. I don’t think any of those four films have any business being in this category. In their place are the likes of Eighth Grade, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, and one of the most technically marvelous action films in decades in Mission: Impossible -- Fallout. Yes, an M:I film (superb editing, setpieces, and audacious style that finally wakes the franchise up).

But I’m going for an unexciting pick according to some with Roma. To use an oxymoron, it is an intimate epic -- one crafted beautifully, daring to comment on relations between ethnicities and the sexes at a certain time in Mexico.

Best Director

Lee Chang-dong, Burning

Alfonso Cuarón, Roma

Hirokazu Koreeda, Shoplifters

Christopher McQuarrie, Mission: Impossible – Fallout

Paul Schrader, First Reformed

If you’re scratching your head, yes... Paul Schrader was nominated for Director in my ceremony, but First Reformed is nowhere to be found in Picture. I tend to do this for one Best Director nominee every year.

Best Actor

Christian Bale, Vice

Ryan Gosling, First Man

Ethan Hawke, First Reformed

Rami Malek, Bohemian Rhapsody

Yoo Ah-in, Burning

The real-life Best Actor category this year is the most dire slate in a while. So here is your palate cleanser.

Best Actress

Yalitza Aparicio, Roma

Glenn Close, The Wife

Olivia Colman, The Favourite

Elsie Fisher, Eighth Grade

Lady Gaga, A Star Is Born

It is not so much acting, as inhabiting. And, as a non-professional actress, Yalitza Aparicio has it. And I believe that, in my alternate Oscar universe (yes, I’ve drawn up and thought about it for many ceremonies past... I’ll reveal those some day), Aparicio would be the first indigenous woman to be awarded an acting Oscar.

Best Supporting Actor

Mahershala Ali, Green Book

Richard E. Grant, Can You Ever Forgive Me?

Josh Hamilton, Eighth Grade

Tim Blake Nelson, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs

Steven Yeun, Burning

Ali is good, don’t get me wrong. But, compared to the movie Moonlight and his performance in it, it looks like he is about to get a second Oscar for a far worse movie and a lesser role. Ali is fourth or fifth in this lineup for me. Grant is fantastic in Can You Ever Forgive Me?

Best Supporting Actress

Regina King, If Beale Street Could Talk

Emma Stone, The Favourite

Marina de Tavira, Roma

Rachel Weisz, The Favourite

Michelle Yeoh, Crazy Rich Asians

This comes down to the fact I couldn’t separate Stone and Weisz’s performances in their saucy movie. Nor could I find the argument to give de Tavira or Yeoh the Oscar. This is a bit of a default choice, I hate to say.

Best Adapted Screenplay

Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs

Charlie Wachtel, David Rabinowitz, Kevin Willmott, and Spike Lee, BlacKkKlansman

Nicole Holofcener and Jeff Whitty, Can You Ever Forgive Me?

Barry Jenkins, If Beale Street Could Talk

Debra Granik and Anne Rosellini, Leave No Trace

Spike Lee would have at least one or two Oscars in my alternative universe by this point! The difference between the screenplays for BlacKkKlansman and Can You Ever Forgive Me? is far slighter than you think.

Best Original Screenplay

Bo Burnham, Eighth Grade

Deborah Davis and Tony McNamara, The Favourite

Paul Schrader, First Reformed

Alfonso Cuarón, Roma

Hirokazu Koreeda, Shoplifters

Not even a contest if you asked me. This category is something else if I consider The Favourite and Roma bringing up the rear. But Koreeda’s drama about a found family that does what they can to survive is the culmination of what he has done in his career thus far. This is his Oscar.

Best Animated Feature

Incredibles 2 (Pixar/Walt Disney)

Night is Short, Walk On Girl, Japan (GKIDS/Toho Company)

Ruben Brandt, Collector, Hungary (Mozinet/Sony Pictures Classics)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (Columbia)

Tito and the Birds, Brazil (Bits Produções/Shout! Factory)

Longtime followers know that I have unorthodox opinions about animated features. The only Animated Feature Oscar I’ve handed to Pixar/Walt Disney Animation Studios since beginning this tradition in 2013 was for Inside Out. I thought Ralph Breaks the Internet was a painful addition to the Disney animated canon, so it is not here. Nor is Wes Anderson’s culturally insensitive Isle of Dogs or Mamoru Hosoda’s sloppy Mirai. At the end of the day? No boat-rocking this time, except in some of the other nominees.

Best Documentary Feature

Free Solo (National Geographic)

Hale County This Morning, This Evening (The Cinema Guild)

Minding the Gap (ITVS/Kartemquin Films/Hulu/Magnolia Pictures)

Three Identical Strangers (CNN/Channel 4/Neon)

Won’t You Be My Neighbor? (Focus)

Shoulda been nominated! Shoulda won! But in the spirit of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, these are all great documentaries. Minding the Gap is a close #2.

Best Foreign Language Film

Burning, South Korea

Capernaum, Lebanon

Cold War, Poland

Roma, Mexico

Shoplifters, Japan

Best Cinematography

Alfonso Cuarón, Roma

Caleb Deschanel, Never Look Away (GER)

Rob Hardy, Mission: Impossible – Fallout

Matthew Libatique, A Star Is Born

Łukasz Żal, Cold War

Best Film Editing

Barry Alexander Brown, BlacKkKlansman

Jay Cassidy, A Star Is Born

Tom Cross, First Man

Eddie Hamilton, Mission: Impossible – Fallout

Yorgos Mavropsaridis, The Favourite

Best Original Musical*

Julia Michels, A Star Is Born

Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, Mary Poppins Returns

Sia, Greg Kurstin, Scott Walker, and Margaret Yen, Vox Lux

*Best Original Musical – known previously as several other names – exists in the Academy’s rulebooks, but requires activation from the Academy’s music branch. To qualify, a film must have no fewer than five original songs. This category was last activated when Prince won for Purple Rain (1984).

Best Original Score

Michael Giacchino, Incredibles 2

Justin Hurwitz, First Man

John Powell, Solo

Alan Silvestri, Ready Player One

Brian Tyler, Crazy Rich Asians

The Star Wars universe is in good musical hands when John Williams leaves after Episode IX!

Best Original Song

“All the Stars”, music by Kendrick Lamar, Sounwave, and Anthony Tiffith, lyrics by Lamar, SZA, and Tiffith, Black Panther

“Nowhere to Go but Up”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Shaiman and Scott Wittman, Mary Poppins Returns

“The Place Where Lost Things Go”, music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Shaiman and Scott Wittman, Mary Poppins Returns

“Shallow”, music and lyrics by Lady Gaga, Mark Ronson, Anthony Rossomando, and Andrew Wyatt, A Star Is Born

“When a Cowboy Trades His Spurs for Wings”, music and lyrics by David Rawlings and Gillian Welch, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs

Best Costume Design

Alexander Byrne, Mary Queen of Scots

Ruth E. Carter, Black Panther

Sandy Powell, The Favourite

Sandy Powell, Mary Poppins Returns

Mary E. Vogt, Crazy Rich Asians

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

Cindy Harlow and Camille Friend, Black Panther

Göran Lundström and Pamela Goldammer, Border (SWE)

Jenny Shircore, Marc Pilcher, and Jessica Brooks, Mary Queen of Scots

Amanda Knight and Lisa Tomblin, Solo

Greg Cannom, Kate Biscoe, and Patricia Dehaney, Vice

Best Production Design

Hannah Beachler, Black Panther

Nelson Coates, Crazy Rich Asians

Fiona Crombie, The Favourite

Nathan Crowley, First Man

John Myhre, Mary Poppins Returns

Best Sound Editing

Benjamin A. Burt and Steve Boeddeker, Black Panther

Ai-Ling Lee and Mildred Iatrou Morgan, First Man

James Mather, Victoria Freund, and Nina Norek, Mission: Impossible – Fallout

Ethan Van der Ryn and Erik Aadahl, A Quiet Place

Richard Hymns, Gary Rydstrom, Cameron Barker, and Doug Winningham, Ready Player One

Best Sound Mixing

John Casali, Paul Massey, Tim Cavagin, and Niv Adiri, Bohemian Rhapsody

Jon Taylor, Frank A. Montaño, Ai-Ling Lee and Mary H. Ellis, First Man

Chris Munro, Paul Munro, Lloyd Dudley, and Mark Timms, Mission: Impossible – Fallout

Michael Barosky, Brandon Proctor, and Michael Barry, A Quiet Place

Tom Ozanich, Dean Zupancic, Jason Ruder and Steve Morrow, A Star Is Born

Best Visual Effects

Daniel DeLeeuw, Jen Underdahl, Kelly Port, Matt Aitken, Dan Sudick, Avengers: Infinity War

Christopher Lawrence, Michael Eames, Theo Jones, and Chris Corbould, Christopher Robin

Paul Lambert, Ian Hunter, Tristan Myles, and J. D. Schwalm, First Man

Roger Guyett, Grady Cofer, Matthew E. Butler, and David Shirk, Ready Player One

Rob Bredow, Patrick Tubach, Neal Scanlan, and Dominic Tuohy, Solo

Best Documentary Short

Black Sheep (Lightbox Entertainment/The Guardian)

End Game (Netflix)

Lifeboat (Spin Film/RYOT Films)

A Night at the Garden (Field of Vision)

Period. End of Sentence. (Guneet Monga)

My omnibus review of this year’s nominees is coming soon (check this space later).

Best Live Action Short

Detainment (Twelve Media)

Fauve, Canada (H264 Distribution)

Marguerite, Canada (H264 Distribution)

Mother, Spain (Apache Films/Caballo Films/Malvalanda)

Skin (New Native Pictures/Salaud Morisset)

My omnibus review of this year’s nominees is coming soon (check this space later).

Best Animated Short

Animal Behaviour (National Film Board of Canada)

Bao (Pixar/Walt Disney)

Late Afternoon (Cartoon Saloon)

One Small Step (Taiko Studios)

Weekends (Past Lives Productions)

My omnibus review of this year’s nominees can be read here.

Academy Honorary Awards: Cicely Tyson, Lalo Schifrin, and Marvin Levy

Irving G. Thalberg Memorial Award: Kathleen Kennedy and Frank Marshall

MULTIPLE NOMINEES (24) Eight: The Favourite; Roma Seven: First Man; A Star Is Born Six: Mission: Impossible – Fallout Five: Black Panther; Burning; Mary Poppins Returns Four: Crazy Rich Asians; Eighth Grade; Shoplifters Three: The Ballad of Buster Scruggs; BlacKkKlansman; First Reformed; Ready Player One, Solo Two: Bohemian Rhapsody; If Beale Street Could Talk; Incredibles 2; Mary Queen of Scots; A Quiet Place; Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse; Vice; Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

WINNERS 4 wins: Roma 2 wins: First Man; Mary Poppins Returns 1 win: BlacKkKlansman; Black Panther; Border; Can You Ever Forgive Me?; Cold War; Crazy Rich Asians; First Reformed; If Beale Street Could Talk; Marguerite; Mission: Impossible – Fallout; Shoplifters; Solo; Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse; A Star Is Born; Weekends; Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

19 winners from 25 categories. 39 feature-length films and 15 short films were represented.

#91st Academy Awards #Oscars #31 Days of Oscar

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Teasing

Request: ‘Hey! I wondered if I could request 47,42,60 with the song Express by Christina Aguilera’

Lyrics are in italics and so are the prompts

Genre: Fluff, Burlesque

WARNINGS: Dirty minded HYDRA agent, non descriptive pole dancing, Bucky being charming, Avengers out for the night, Reader being flawless (because you are)

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“Remind me again why we let our youngest Avenger do this?” Tony was heard through the com.

“Because I’m the only one who knows how to do it, Tin Man.” You responded while walking in the burlesque bar, wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a loose t-shirt. “And because I’ve been bored out of my mind without any missions.”

Walking a good twenty paces behind you were Steve and Bucky, dressed in fancy office wear clothing to blend in so they’d look like they were average customers. You flicked your hair back before discreetly pointing towards the bar so the two super soldiers would sit there and would be able to watch the target’s moves. The guy you were there to get information from, worked for HYDRA and hang out a lot at the place and his name was Victor Slakov. Slakov always took a ‘lucky’ stripper home and you were hoping you were the one tonight.

Tony and Clint were dressed up in a tuxedo each to match the dress code for the VIP zone, quietly scanning the club below for the target, and commenting on clientele patterns. Bruce was staying by the quinjet in case he couldn’t keep his cool.

“Remember why you weren’t allowed in a mission for so long?” Natasha spoke. She got the bartender job for the night along with Wanda since they both knew their way around a bar.

“Just because I was telling the truth he tried to shoot me. I don’t see how that was my fault.”

“You say that like you only corrected his times.” Wanda talked this time, making you roll your eyes as you were entering your dressing room. You said your hello to your boss and locked the door.

As you were changing Clint spoke up. “You know this is the most we’ve been told about that mission. What happened?”

You smirked as you shimmied off your sports bra and swapped it for the top half of the lingerie set. “I told the French President’s head of security that I wear heals bigger than his dick whilst we were under heavy fire.”

You changed your bottom half and looked at yourself in the mirror. The lingerie set complimented your body perfectly and to be honest you looked even more flawless than you already were. Nobody was used to seeing you like this, all dolled up. Of course they wouldn’t see you in your underwear only, but they almost never saw you with make up on or with a different hairstyle other than your basic stylish messy ponytail. It made them wonder how you could be so beautiful already, and what you’d look like all dressed up. Well, this was the night they’d find out.

“Y/N are you dead?” Clint said through the com, shaking you out of your trance.

“You wish.” You smiled at yourself in the mirror and you were certain he heard the smirk in your voice and his eye roll was audible.

“Not really.”

The song was rolling to a close which signified it was your turn to show up. You made your way to the dancefloor through the five second blackout and walked slowly over to the pole.

It’s a cold and crazy world, raging outside.

You swang yourself around on the pole to get a feel for it after being away from it for so long.

Well baby me and all my girls are bringing on the fire.

Turning your head to the left you saw Tony and Clint with a shocked look on their faces. Tony took off his FRIDAY moderated glasses and was struggling to keep his jaw from touching the floor, whilst Clint’s open mouth turned into a smirk.

Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest.

Natasha and Wanda were watching your hips swaying to the beat before you grinded back against pole, throwing a wink their way.

It’s a life, it’s a style, it’s a need, it’s Burlesque.

You glimpsed over to Steve and Bucky, as you climbed the pole and leant back removing your hands from the pole; their eyebrows raised and mouths turning up slightly in a smirk, boosting your confidence up to where it needed to be. You flipped and spun yourself around the pole, way up from the floor.

E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex

Ladies no regrets.

E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex

Ladies no regrets.

You gave a wink to the dancer to your right. Your focus was then on the guy you were originally here for, Victor Slakov. He was seated in the front, right in front of your pole and your big sultry eyes never left his tired and red ones.

Been holding back for quite some time and finally the moment’s right.

You danced to the music, doing your flips and aerobatics on the pole, silently praising yourself for taking those classes.

I love to make the people stare

“Guys are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Tony said, his mouth never really closing from the moment you showed up.

They know I’ve got that certain savour-faire

“Oh sweet Jesus. I’m about two and a half drinks away from being gay.” Natasha was the one to speak this time.

“I’m already gay for her.” Wanda whispered loud enough for the comms to broadcast it so everyone in the team could hear.

Fasten up

Can you imagine what would happen if I let you get close enough to touch.

“Come on t-team, we’re here f-for Slakov; no other r-reasons.” Steve stuttered.

Step into the fantasy

Tony snorted. “Speak for yourself, Captain.” He muttered into his glass.

You’ll never want to leave, baby that’s guaranteed

“My, my Y/N.” Bucky whispered.

Why?

Teasingly, you licked your lips and and made eye contact before winking at the soldier. Unfortunately, you couldn’t play around with the guys anymore since you were making your way down the dancefloor and over to Victor.

It’s a passion, and emotion, it’s a fashion, Burlesque

It’ll move you, goin’ through you, so do I what I do, Burlesque

All ladies, confident, flaunt it boys throw it up if you want it

You continued to strut your way, swinging your hips till you were seated in his lap.

Can you feel me, can you feel it? It’s Burlesque.

I tease them till they’re on the edge

You gave him an, explicit, lap dance until you were seated comfortably on Slakov’s lap facing forward.

You rolled your hips once more for good measure. You arched your back against him and wrapped a hand around his and brought your lips level to his.

“You know,” You snapped those hips slightly, feeling him hard beneath you. “These aren’t the only tricks I have.”

He smirked and responded in a gravelly voice. “There’s a room upstairs with my name on it; I would love to see any other tricks you have.” He punctuated his statement with a squeeze of your hips. You slipped languidly off his lap and he stood, taking your hands in his and climbing up the stairs.

You winked to Steve, making sure the team knew that you were successful. There were ‘fuck’ rooms on the floor above, for when a customer liked what they saw and the dancer did. Entering the room he had reserved, he spun you around and onto the bed. He trailed open mouthed kissed down your jawline. Deciding to get this over with, in the blink of an eye you flipped him over so you could straddle him and pulled the knife that had been in his blazer pocket out.

“You always carry this with you?” You asked in a playful voice, idley twirling It around your fingers.

“I keep it just in case of some… difficulties occuring.” He watched mesmerised as you switched hands.

“What sort of difficulties, sir?” You were going to be teasing the hell out if him until you got the information you and the team came for.

He smirked. “My job doesn’t come without risks, DC’s a dangerous place.”

You widened your eyes innocently. “DC? I know DC well; where about’s?”

“Palisades? Heard of it, kitten?” He gave you a dirty smirk and you refrained from shuddering in disgust.

“Yes, sir.”

He bucked his hips into yours involuntarily, causing you to smirk; you were good when you wanted to be and damn, did you know it.

“Potomac Avenue is where I was earlier, baby girl.”

“Thank you sir, for your help.” You purred with your voice low before rocking forwards and pressing the knife to his throat before pulling a cable tie for his wrists. “Now, sir, if you don’t mind.”

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The ride on your way to the tower was silent, as you had gotten rid of Slakov to the federal agents there for retrieval. There worst part of it all now was that you could feel all of your team mates’ eyes boring into you, and since you didn’t have time to change back to the clothes you arrived with, your were still wearing the lingerie with a short length silk gown which barely covered your behind because it was the only thing you could grab before storming out once you got all the info you needed.

“If you guys don’t get your eyes off me I’m going to be in with a serious chance of crashing the quinjet.” You chuckled slightly, uneasy at just how much attention they were giving you despite the silence.

“How did you do that?” Tony asked from the seat directly behind you, next to Natasha.

“Do what?” You questioned, looking back over your left shoulder to look at him. Bucky from beside you in the seat next to the pilot’s answered your question.

“He’s talking about the fact, Y/N, that you look so innocent around us, wearing Steve’s and mine sweaters and having your hair up but just magically turned into a sex bomb out there, dressed in lingerie with your hair down.”

You smirked whilst shrugging. “It’s just part of the package, Barnes.”

“Mind showing me the whole package in my room tonight, doll?” Bucky whispered so only you could hear.

“God, your charm just doesn’t stop does it?; that was smooth, James.” A sultry tone slid off your tongue without you thinking about it.

Bucky subtly crossed his legs at you tone. The men laughed at his predicament whilst you chuckled with Wanda and Natasha.

“Don’t you even for a second think I didn’t notice all of your guys’ boners.” All of the guys stopped immediately, too embarrassed to even move leaving the girls to be the only ones left laughing. “Or that I didn’t hear the conversation on the comms earlier.”

You were the only one left grinning to yourself as the tower came within sight.

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