#this scene had better win all the awards

[cagcd]

      Does Johnny have a favorite movie he's made?

      Well,   aside from Ninja Mime,   and his tendency for extravagance and to brag about every movie he was in,   Johnny personally,   and secretly,   prefers the movies that required authentic martial art styles and well choreographed fighting sequences,   some of those are :   Dragon Fist 1   &.   2,   Son of Dragon Fist,   Exiting the Dragon of Death,   7 Poisons,   Iron claw,   24 Karate Gold.   After all,   he was and still is a Martial artist before he is an actor,   and admittedly,   his first movies weren't a hit because of his acting,   he gained fame through showcasing his skills as a fighter.   Despite his poor performance in delivering lines when he began acting,   he was still highly requested in upcoming action movies because of what he could offer and the fact that he doesn't rely on stunt doubles to do the work,   it was all him and he makes a point of maintaining that work ethic to this day.   When he had gotten to love the profession,   [   provided that it was a combination of the two things he loved most,   cinema magic and action   ],   he took on acting lessons and starred in what some became award winning movies,   but the one that holds a special place for him is   sudden violence,   it was when he had began to truly enjoy acting,   the crew and cast were the amazing to work with,   he enjoyed the process through and though.   The movie got him the breakthrough he needed in his career   &.   his very first award,   he was still young and an entire horizon of possibilities had just opened for him,   he feels like he owes his success to that movie in particular.

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#anonymous #☆.⠀⠀⠀here's johnny⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀answered !⠀) #// oh wonderful question nonny ! that was so fun to write ! #A little extra bonus for you he starred as a villain in the award winning movie ' HWAAAAA!! ' alongside someone called: chany jack #// BOY I SURE WONDER WHO THAT MIGHT BE #// here's my take on his movie tho #// they're good #// when it comes to fighting scenes they're actually good #// his first movies were undoubtedly bad bc he had zero acting talent #// but that's the thing about martial artists in movies #// they all started bad #// they're acting was so akward and forced #// but when it came to showing skills ? that what brought their fame #// johnny got better in time and took on more serious roles #// there's so much I can name like aquatic assault / cage match / every dog has its day #// but those differ in fighting styles where it's more streets based and common #// but man to think about his career ! he starred with some big names and the number of awards he has is ridiciouls #// i love himmm

[nolita-fairytale]

j is for james beard... and for jealousy | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader

pairing: jealous boyfriend!carmy x female!reader 

word count: 7.4k

summary: after sydney takes home a big win at the james beard awards, you and your boyfriend carmy run into an old rival for a fiery, chaotic, and surprisingly sexy night. companion piece to 'make my heart surrender' but can be read as a standalone oneshot.

warnings: 18+ chapter, minors dni: lots of swearing, p*rn with a plot, smut, p in v unprotected sex (reader is using hormonal birth control in monogamous relationship), praise kink, rough jealousy sex

a/n: how dare I drag poor james beard into this hetero nonsense?! anywayssss surprise i'm back because i keep having ideas for these two. maybe one day i'll just write a carmy x reader piece that doesn't include this character but for now... please enjoy this literal porn with a plot. also: let's all agree that toxic jealousy is a red flag in relationships, however, i wanted to work with a scenario where carmy would perhaps be more sexually assertive.

“I look ridiculous,” Carmy had grumbled earlier that day, at his reflection in the mirror. 

He had never felt like himself while wearing a suit. Sure, he would spend time, effort, and money into finding the perfect vintage denim jacket, but a suit? He’d much rather be behind the scenes, in his chef whites, instead of this. 

“You look…” you’d countered him, emphasizing the word ‘look’. “...hot, Carmen.”

He’d given you somewhat of a half smile in response – flattered by your comment, and also unconvinced you hadn’t just said in an attempt to get him out of the house. 

Or out of obligation. 

Because he’s your boyfriend. Because you’ll say anything to get him out for Syd’s big night. Because you love him. 

Carmy had never gotten used to the whole celebrity aspect of the food world – especially his own. These award ceremonies were always an uncomfortable reminder that he never quite felt like he fit in. 

“Do you think Syd would kill me if-?” Carmy had asked, shifting uncomfortably. 

“Baby, Sydney is counting on us… and she and I will both kick your ass if you don’t get in the car,” you’d cut him off, because there was no way in hell he was getting out of this. With a scowl on his face, you’d dragged him down the stairs and into your Uber. 

And that’s how he ended up here, at the James Beard award ceremony on a Sunday night, as you all wait anxiously for the announcement. While the restaurant hadn’t been open long enough to be nominated and was actively in a state of ‘working out the kinks,’ Carmy’s celebrity in the food world had brought in a lot of press. Ever since Sydney and Carmy had become partners in the reopen, he had been more than happy to let her take center stage. When the nominations were announced, and Sydney was on the list, he was ecstatic for her. Truthfully, it was a relief that she seemed to do much better with all the stuff he wasn’t crazy about: press, interviews, the spotlight. 

“Wake me up when this snoozefest is over,” Richie mumbles trying his best to pretend he’s not having a good time. You snort, shooting Richie a look, because you know it’s one of the most exciting nights he’s had in a while. 

Besides Carmy, who wouldn’t want to get all dressed up to go to a fancy party and celebrate Sydney?

You’ve somehow managed to corral the core staff of The Bear here this evening. The entire restaurant had been abuzz when the nominations were announced, and talks of who would get stuck at the restaurant the night of the award ceremony had already begun. It was an easy decision to close the restaurant for that night, so that everyone who wanted to could attend. 

Your life here is better than you ever imagined it could be. Working your ass off in a kitchen that you love has been invigorating. It’s helping you fall in love with the process all over again. You suspect that your time in fine dining had, perhaps, run its course even before you quit your last job. Back then, here is what you’d longed for on the days you felt your most lost. You love being a teacher; you love mentoring Marcus. He’s got a desire to learn that never quits, and it inspires you day in and day out. But most importantly, you’re head over heels in love. You’re so deeply in love with Carmy that sometimes, you wonder what took the two of you so long to pull the trigger.

Tonight is no different. You’re surrounded by people you adore more than anything  – people you’ve been in the trenches with during a dinner service from hell, people you’ve laughed your ass off with after a round of drinks outside of the restaurant – and you’re all here to celebrate someone who’s become a close friend of yours. It’s just another reminder – another sign from the universe – that you made the right decision.

And you’re sure Sydney is going to win. 

You’re not sure how you know. 

You can just feel it. 

Sydney sits between Carmy and Marcus, and you’re seated in between Carmy and Richie. You notice Carmy’s leg is bouncing up and down impatiently as he anticipates the next category of awards. Even though you know these big social events put Carmy on edge, you know he’s really just nervous for her. 

“And the winner… for the James Beard Rising Star award of 2023…” the announcer, esteemed chef Mashama Bailey begins, grabbing the attention of the entire room. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and Carmy continues to fidget nervously. You reach across Carmy’s lap, grabbing Sydney’s hand and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. Sydney holds on to you, and while you’re sure she might cut off your circulation from squeezing so tightly, you don’t mind. You’re all on the edges of your seat. 

“Sydney Adamu of The Bear!”

You and Carmy are cheering as loudly as you can, while Richie jumps to his feet letting out a loud ‘whoop.’ A chorus of ‘that’s right,’ ‘she won!’ and ‘c’mon syd’ echoes through Tina, Gary, and Ebra and Manny, while Angel is already on his feet taking a video of the crowd. Everyone is cheering so boisterously you’re not sure it’ll ever stop. 

“You won, Syd!” you yell over the loud claps and cheers, giving her hand one more squeeze. She rises, letting go of your hand, you and Carmy both following to give her some space to walk through the aisle. 

“Let’s go, Syd! That’s right. That’s right,” Marcus calls out loudly, jumping to his feet with Richie and earning a few looks from the people sitting to the right and left. 

“Congratulations, chef,” Carmy whispers, as she passes him by. You watch as Marcus ushers her over to the aisle so that she can go up to the stage while Angel films the whole thing on his iPhone. Carmy has the proudest look on his face, the tip of his nose the lightest blush pink, and you’re beaming as you watch your friend make her way towards the stage of the opera house. 

“Remember when this was you?” you whisper to Carmy, catching his attention. 

“Tonight everything changes for her,” Carmy replies, grinning from ear to ear. 

“For the both of you,” you add. “For all of us.”

The night he won the rising star award put him on the map. While you hadn’t known Carmy at the time, you’d heard about him in those early days of both of your careers. Carmy had risen so quickly through the ranks that by the time you met him, he was only a few weeks away from his promotion to CDC at the old restaurant. Not only did this put Sydney on the map, but it was better press for The Bear than anyone could ask for. 

“Congratulations, baby,” you say, kissing him on the cheek. He just shoots you a look, the pride evident in his eyes, before wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. 

~

“I just wanna say,” Richie begins, having garnered the attention of your group. You’re all huddled in a circle at the reception, champagne flutes in everyone’s hands. 

“I know we don’t always see eye to eye…” Richie toasts, earning a few looks and side comments from your team. “And don’t forget about that time you stabbed me… but even if this brings a bunch of fuckin’ strokes to the restaurant, we’re so fuckin’ proud of you.” 

“To Sydney, who’s… what does Carmy say… changed the chemistry and who is the heart of this restaurant,” Ebra adds on. 

Tina smiles proudly, raising her glass to Sydney. It brings a smile to your face to see her all dressed up too. 

“Syd, I don’t know where the hell we’d be without you,” Carmy continues, raising his glass. 

“Cheers to you, Sydney!” you say, clinking champagne glasses, before taking your first celebratory drink as a team. 

It doesn’t take long for your group to break off into smaller ones – making comments about how out of place you all feel at this fancy of an event. Richie’s wrapping an arm around Carmy’s shoulder, ushering him to a side conversation – something about ‘lizards this’, and ‘the working class that.’ 

“So how do you feel?” you ask, turning towards Sydney, taking a moment to quietly congratulate your friend. 

“I think I’m still in shock,” she sighs in relief, earning a chuckle from you. 

“Well, I’ll cheers to that. You know. To calm the nerves,” you joke, raising your glass once more. 

“To liquid courage,” she agrees, clinking glasses with you again, as you both decide just to finish off your flutes of champagne. 

“Can I get you another drink?” you offer, placing your now empty champagne 

“Oooo can you get me one of those fancy themed cocktails I saw at the bar earlier?” Sydney replies, excitedly. 

“Anything for you,” you say back. 

“And when you’re back, I think I saw Carla Hall has a tasting table here so we should make our rounds,” Sydney mentions, because there’s no way either of you are missing out on the fact that the best chefs in the world are cooking in this room right now. 

You nod in agreement, heading to the bar to get both you and Sydney a new round of drinks. 

“What can I getcha?” the bartender asks. 

You glance at the menu, deciding on your go-to, a gin and tonic, and then one of the featured cocktails of the evening that Sydney mentioned, knowing she’s a tequila drinker. You wait at the bar for your drinks, knowing the fancy mezcal cocktail you just ordered for Sydney will take a little bit of a time to make. 

“I was wondering when I’d run into you,” you hear a voice say, grabbing your attention. It’s a familiar voice that you were really hoping you’d never have to hear again. 

“Funny, because I was hoping to avoid you,” you quip back, turning to the man who’s just joined you at the bar. His bravado alone is enough to earn an eye roll from you and you can feel your guard going up. 

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, unable to hide the disdain in your voice. 

“You haven’t heard?” he asks, a cocky smirk on his face that you just want to slap off of it. 

“I don’t make it my business to keep up with you, Walker,” you shoot back, using his last name as a formality, completely unamused by his question.

“God, I love it when you talk dirty,” he croons, a flirtatious low chuckle rumbling out of his chest. 

You ignore him, rolling your eyes for the second time in the last two minutes, as you thank the bartender who’s just come back with your gin and tonic. You raise the glass to your lips, getting a head start since now, you definitely need this drink. 

“Moved to LA. Took a CDC position out there. Besides, after you left… New York was… getting boring,” he explains, playing it cool. He drops the name of the well-respected LA restaurant that he’s running now in an attempt to impress you, which only seems to piss you off further. 

You scoff in response. If you weren’t waiting on Sydney’s drink, you’d be long gone by now, but as you watch the bartender burn a sugar cube, you wonder how damn long it takes for a fucking mezcal drink to be made. 

Maybe if I’ll just ignore him, he’ll fuck off, you think to yourself.

“You know, I was surprised to hear you moved to Chicago. Left without saying goodbye. Then again, should’ve known…” he provokes, continuing his very one sided conversation. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Nate?” you snap, turning your head to him, instantly regretting giving him the attention he’s so desperately seeking.

He raises an eyebrow, before nodding towards Carmy as a reply. Your gaze follows, and you can tell that Carmy’s noticed who you’re talking to at the bar. 

“It’s a small world. Word gets around. People talk.”

But you’re not listening to him, your eyes fixed on Carmy. Carmy sends a look of concern your way, but you nod back to him as if to say ‘all good.’ You can hold your own here. Nate watches carefully, noticing the look you share with Carmy across the room. He was always a detail oriented son of a bitch. 

“Classic golden boy,” Nate sighs, the envy in his voice giving him away. 

“Don’t you think your little one sided rivalry with Carmy is getting a little old?” you laugh dryly. 

“One sided?” Nate asks back, taking a step towards you. 

“Yeah, one sided,” you repeat, standing your ground. Now way in hell you’re going to let this asshole back you up. “Because if I recall correctly, he never indulged you in your silly little games.”

Nate laughs again, taking another step towards you that makes you increasingly more uncomfortable. 

“If that’s how you remember it.”

“Oh grow up.”

“Not when golden boy gets everything I want.”

“You’re so full of shit!” you exclaim, finally taking a step back. “Carmy’s had to work for everything he’s achieved. You and I both know that.”

“How do you think he’d feel,” Nate starts, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to sound seductive or intimidating – neither of which are working on you. “... if he knew about what happened between us? After he left New york? It was… what? A week, maybe two, before you jumped into bed with me?”

“Carmy knows I’m not a thing to be had, Nate,” you seethe, glaring at him. 

The bartender returns with your second drink finally. 

“You sure about that?” Nate smirks, reaching out to touch you. 

What a fucking asshole. 

“You’re disgusting,” you seethe, jerking your arm away from him. You take both of your drinks, and you can’t get out of there fast enough. 

“It was great catching up,” he calls after you, cockily. 

“Can’t say the same,” you say, not even turning to look back at him. 

You return to your group, holding in your fury. It’s Sydney’s big night and you’d much rather focus on that than the asshole of an old coworker you can’t fucking stand. You try to shake off the interaction, deciding it’s not even worth expending energy on. 

“What the hell was that all about?” Sydney asks, having witnessed your tenuous interaction with the man you called Nate. She thanks you as you hand her her new drink. 

“Absolute trashcan of a human. We used to work with him. In New York,” you said, letting out a puff of flustered air. 

“Okay but… that was weird right?” Sydney questions, seeing that this guy’s clearly gotten under your skin.

“Totally. He’s a piece of shit. He and Carmy always had this weird rivalry but it was mostly on his end. I… also may or may not have made the dumbest mistake ever once upon a time and slept with him… like… over a year ago,” you confess, feeling just a little bit guilty about it. 

“Noooo,” she replies, her eyes widening. “You slept with that guy?”

“Yeah,” you answer, regretfully. “Not one of my finest moments. Long story short: right after Carmy left New York to come back here, I got a little too drunk with some coworkers. I was really sad and it was stupid, and uh, he was… let’s just say more than happy to play the part of a good listener.”

“Can’t imagine that guy being good, or a listener, let alone both at once,” Sydney replies, seeing the negative effect he’s had on you in one conversation.

“Yeah, It was a stupid fucking mistake and I regretted it the next morning. If you can believe it, he got even more insufferable when he realized it would never happen again,” you tell her, shaking off the bad taste in your mouth the conversation left you with. 

“Yo,” Carmy says, hesitantly. He can tell that you’re pissed after your conversation at the bar. “Everything good?”

“Yeah,” you answer, honestly. “Just Nate Walker being a fuckin’ asshole. But what’s new?”

“Hey Syd! Let’s go grab a bite,” Marcus calls to her. 

“You guys mind?” she asks, looking from you to Carmy. 

You shake your heads ‘no’, and honestly, you’re glad it gives you a little time alone with your boyfriend. You watch as Sydney leaves with Marcus to make the rounds, leaving you and Carmy alone. 

“Haven’t heard that name in a while,” Carmy starts, bringing Nate up again. He can feel his face beginning to heat up as he asks you about it. 

“Yeah.”

“Biggest jackoff in New York City.”

“Well, apparently he’s LA’s problem now.”

“Fucko,” Carmy says, shaking his head at the memory of his pain in the ass sous. He can’t figure out why seeing Nate talk to you near-sent him into a blind rage, but you’d reassured him that you were good so, he let you hold your own. 

“Seems like he had a lot to say to you.”

“Yeah, lucky me,” you reply dryly. 

“After that I think I need a shower. Or a bath of bleach.”

Carmy lets out a small laugh, releasing some of the tension he, unknowingly, was holding in his body. 

“Listen, I don’t want to talk about Nate,” you say, changing the subject. 

It’s not that you feel weird about it – that you’d feel weird telling Carmy about what happened between the two of you – but it just feels so small and insignificant in the face of the love that you have with Carmy. 

“Good, me either,” Carmy exhales. 

Another release in pressure. 

He wonders if he’d been this tense all night, or if seeing you with Nate had managed to piss him off this much. 

“You wanna dance?” you ask him, a mischievous smile on his face. You offer a hand out to him. 

“Baby, you know I don’t dance,” he states, matter of factly. 

“I know. But I do,” you say, with a wiggle of your eyebrows. 

“One dance,” he warns, earning a triumphant smile from you.

He takes your hand, prompting you to put your drink down on the table where you’re all posted up at. Carmy shakes his head, surprised that you’ve coaxed him this far out of his comfort zone. As he pulls you into his arms, you giggle, wrapping yours around his neck and sway to the loud music in the background. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asks you with such genuine love in those beautiful blue eyes of his. 

He thinks you look like a goddess – could be the dress, but he’s pretty sure it’s you. Your hair is shorter now than it was a few months ago and lays in the softest, most gentle waves, parted perfectly down the middle. He hasn’t stopped staring at cherry red-painted lips all night, and every time he gets a peek of your legs through the high slit in the dress you’re wearing, he swears he short circuits. 

Not to mention the low neckline. He’d watched you tie the top of the dress into a plunging neckline, and had to hold back his ask for you to cover up. It’s not that he cared about what you wore. But if he hadn’t been going to therapy over the last few months, he might feel some kind of way about anyone else getting to see any part of your breasts – anyone but him. 

“A couple of times… but I won’t be mad about hearing it a few more, Bear,” you grin, leaning into him. 

He smiles at your use of his childhood nickname. Back in New York, he’d kept it from you. It was just a reminder of what he’d left behind: his psycho mom, a nightmare of pain from his psycho-fucked-up family, how much it hurt when Mikey cut him out. But now, he loves the way it sounds coming from your lips, your voice the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. While he knows it’s taken him a long time to let you in, he’s glad he has. Whether it be at the restaurant or at the home you share together, you’ve become one of the most consistent things in his life. 

The rest of the night is almost perfect. It’s filled with dancing, catching up with coworkers and friends in the culinary world, and most importantly, a celebration with your chosen family. That is, until you hear Sydney swear halfway across the room, catching the attention of you and Carmy both. 

Carmy’s looking past you to where Nate is towering over Sydney at the bar. If looks could kill, he’s pretty sure Nate would be dead by now. 

“Is that Nate again?” Carmy asks, his face pink as he feels a rush of blood flow throw him. 

You can see that Sydney is practically in the same place you were an hour ago. You watch as he steps in front of her, practically blocking her in between him and the bar. 

“I don’t like this. We should go over there,” you say with a sense of urgency. 

Carmy agrees, and Richie and Marcus, who you’re currently conversing with, follow close behind. 

“Okay. You need,” Sydney warns, her voice deliberate, like a rattlesnake giving one last warning before it strikes. “... to back… the fuck up.” 

His response is even worse, causing a fire to burn in your belly as you overhear what he says to Sydney. 

“Oh come on,” he coos, forcing himself closer to her. “I’m just trying to have a little fun.”

Sydney takes another step to the side, trying her best to escape him and holding her hands up as a barrier while you charge at him. Your sudden movement attracts his attention, giving Sydney the out that she needs. You put both of your hands on his chest, shoving him away from her as you shout. 

“She said ‘no.’ What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Nate’s got such a smug, satisfied smirk on his face that, if you weren’t in a room filled with the best chefs in the world, you’d actually punch it right off of him. Carmy follows you, protectively standing behind you. 

“Jealous?” he asks, amused. His eyes flicker over to Carmy, whose face is beginning to heat up, turning a brighter shade of red by the moment.  

“In your dreams, asshat,” you spit back. 

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” he says, completely satisfied as Carmy’s fist clenches. He’s clearly enjoying just how much he’s getting under his old boss’ skin. 

You feel Carmy step towards him, but you turn to him, placing a hand on his abdomen to stop him, “Bear, it’s not worth it.”

“Did you tell him?” Nate asks you, with the intention of stirring the pot. 

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, shaking your head in absolute disbelief. 

“Tell me what?” Carmy asks you softly. 

“How does it feel, golden boy? To know that the one thing you always wanted… I got to first,” Nate sneers, a threatening sound in his voice. He looks from you to Carmy, assessing the damage. 

Before Carmy can say anything, it’s you who lurches towards NAte, and Carmy’s wrapping his arms around you to hold you back. You can feel the tension in his arms as he holds you against his chest protectively. 

“Okay this motherfucker is just asking for it,” Richie seethes, charging towards Nate. 

“Richie, don’t!” Sydney shouts, shooting him a ‘please don’t make a scene’ look. 

It takes all of Richie’s self control to stop himself. He nods to her, holding up his hands as a surrender. He begins to take a few steps back as your uncomfortably public standoff continues. 

Sydney has retreated back so that she stands side by side with Marcus, while Carmy’s loosened his grip on your waist. 

By the look on Nate’s face, you can tell he thinks he’s gotten away with it all, as he looks around at all of you one last time. 

“You all have a goodnight,” he smirks, before taking his drink and slithering away. 

You could care less where to. You’re just glad he’s gone. 

You watch as he goes before checking in with Sydney, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, shaking her head. Marcus is by her side in an instant and you can see Carmy’s jaw twitching with anger. “Can’t believe you used to work with that guy. Fuck that guy.”

“Yeah, fuck that guy,” Richie agrees under his breath. 

“C’mon. Let’s just…” Marcus encourages quietly, nodding to your table. 

Richie, Marcus, and Sydney all make their way back to your group as you stay with Carmy. His face is red and you can see it on his face that he’s still processing what just happened – what Nate said. You can see the gears turning in his head, and he’s staring at the floor, his face still cherry tomato-red.

“Carmy,” you say, ripping him from his thoughts. 

He looks up at you, his face softening the minute you make eye contact. 

“Can we go somewhere? Talk?” he asks, trying not to look like he’s going to burn the fuckin’ place down. 

You agree with a nod, taking his hand and leading him elsewhere. 

The further away from the reception you go, the quieter the party gets, and the louder your thoughts get. Would he be mad? You were furious with Nate for trying to use what happened to get under Carmy’s skin, but you also wonder if he’s mad at you too. For sleeping with Nate? For not telling him? But was it something you were supposed to tell him? It’s not like you expected him to tell you about every person he’d ever slept with. 

Carmy finally stops, leading you into a quieter room, far away from the party. As you flick the lights on, it looks like a single dressing room for the plays performed here. The silence between the two of you is deafening, and it’s not just because it’s the first quiet moment you’ve had together since you arrived. 

“I’m not mad… about Nate… about what he said,” Carmy says, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

He’s trying his best to sound convincing, reassuring even, but he’s sure he’s doing a shit job. 

You’re surprised, so you just take him in, searching his face for any clue that he’s telling that truth. His face is red, and you can see a tightness running across his chest as he’s looking for the courage to ask:

“But why didn’t you tell me?” 

You sigh, unsure of what to say. 

“Because…” you begin, hoping that if you just start talking, you’ll find the right words to explain. “I-, I didn’t think I had to. It happened once and it was a stupid mistake with… a lot of tequila involved.”

“You had just left New York and I was lonely. I didn’t say anything because… it didn’t mean anything to me, Bear.”

He listens, taking your explanation in, his eyes fixed on the floor again. He’s not mad at you, but he can’t seem to shake this feeling of anger – this tension that has him wanting to punch a hole through the wall. 

“I don’t like what he fuckin’ said to you,” he finally blurts out. 

“That- that he thinks he can just say whatever the fuck he wants. That he forced himself on Syd like that, like he can-.”

Carmy looks down at the floor again, his words trailing off. 

He’s pissed. 

You can tell he’s pissed. 

But you have a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach that says something else is going on. 

Is Carmy… jealous?

“Carmy, I’m sorry you had to find out like this,” you apologize softly. “He shouldn’t have-, I mean he really is the worst fucking person to ever walk-.”

“I’m not upset about-,” he interrupts, firmly. He holds your gaze, trying to give you the most reassuring look he can. “I don’t care about-. I just… I don’t like the way he talked to you.”

You wait as he stews on his thoughts, his anger simmering as he sorts through his feelings. It’s like watching a hot pot of water come to a boil. 

“I didn’t like seeing him touch you earlier like-.”

Let it rip.

“Like he can just put his hands on anyone he-. On you! I–.”

And then finally he explodes with, “I just fuckin’ hate that guy!”

It’s as if the pressure valve has been released as he lets out a big puff of air. While you can see it’s given him some relief, you’re still not sure what you’re supposed to offer at this moment. 

“Carmy, what can I- hmmph?” you begin to ask, before being cut off by his lips on yours. 

Well this isn’t what you were expecting.

Your head is spinning as your boyfriend kisses you with such passion, fervor, and urgency. He’s crashing his lips against yours at a desperate pace, and it’s all tongues and teeth and his hands are grabbing the back of your head, tangling into your hair. You’re not sure how you’ve gone from trying your best to hold space for your boyfriend’s feelings, to him pressing you up against the dressing room counter.

You gasp as he hoists you up onto the counter, pushing his body into yours. 

“Carmy, are you-?” you ask, feeling the tent that’s already formed in his pants as you wrap your legs around him. 

There’s a confident assertiveness he moves with, and as much as you hate to admit it, this is all turning you on.

“Hate that fuckin’ guy,” Carmy murmurs into your skin, as he begins to leave kisses down your jawline. 

His mouth moves urgently down your neck, to your shoulders, to the exposed skin the plunging neckline of your dress reveals. His teeth leave light pink and purple marks in their wake, and you’re gasping, moaning, grabbing at any part of him you can hold on to. Little love bites begin to appear, but when he’s making you feel this good, you could care less. 

He’s confident in the way he sucks little marks into your skin, biting down then immediately soothing the pain with his tongue. As he works his mouth over you, he looks up at you, his eyes wide, pupils blown out in pure desire, and it takes your fucking breath away. 

Pain and pleasure.

Just to show the whole world that you’re his. 

 “Thinks he can fuckin’ look at you. Put his fuckin’ hands on you,” he mumbles against your skin. His mouth has reached the lowest point of your plunging neckline as he stands up, pushing himself against you between your legs. 

“Baby,” you breathe out. You make a mental note to unpack why his sudden possessiveness has you so hot and bothered with your therapist next week. 

“I really, really don’t want to talk about him right now.”

Carmy drops to his knees, stripping off his suit jacket and throwing it elsewhere. The sight has you absolutely drenched and you think you may cum just from looking at him. 

“You’re mine,” is all he says, eliciting another moan from you as he sinks his teeth into the soft supple skin of your calf. You slide a heel-covered foot over his shoulder, as his lips begin trail up your calf, to your knee, to your inner thighs…

“Yes. I’m yours,” you breathe out, exasperated by Carmy’s sudden forwardness. You lean back, your head hitting the mirror with a thud. “All yours.”

He works his way up your thighs, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs while his hands disappear underneath the skirt of your dress, frantically searching for your panties. 

“Carmy, I don’t know if we have time for-,” you gasp, as he pulls away for a moment. 

His curls are unruly from running your fingers through them, his lips swollen from the passionate makeout you started only moments ago. You feel his fingers hook underneath the top of your panties and he looks at you like he can see right through you. Holding your gaze, it’s impossible to not get lost into his ocean blue eyes you’ve fallen so deeply in love with. He takes his sweet time, teasing you, refusing to break eye contact, as he pulls your panties down your legs at an unbearable slow pace. 

You don’t look away. 

You don’t dare look away. 

Finally, finally, he breaks eye contact, sliding your panties over your feet, and putting them into his pocket as you brace yourself for what comes next. 

“We should-,” you start, your words ceasing instantly as he spreads your legs, licking a stripe up your dripping wet core. You cry out loudly, panicking almost instantly, because you don’t remember locking the damn door. 

We should stop. 

Do this elsewhere. 

Lock the door. 

Keep quiet. 

But you can’t seem to get the words out, as you let out another loud moan, and Carmy doesn’t have the heart to stop you. Something primal inside of him wants nothing more than for the whole party mere hallways away to hear you crying out his name. 

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue through your folds. “Already so wet for me and I’ve barely even put my mouth on you.”

He wonders if there’s an award for this. 

Lifetime Loser Award.

2023’s Most Jealous Boyfriend

Chef Most Likely to Fuck His Girlfriend During the James Beard Reception Because He’s a Sad, Jealous Fuck.

“Carmy, please,” you beg, scooting your hips off the counter and pulling him up from the ground. Your demand rips him from his own self deprecating thoughts. 

“I need you inside of me. Now.” 

You need him.

“Turn around,” is all he says. 

He’s not sure where he gets the confidence for such a demand and it has you clenching around nothing. 

You’re more than happy to oblige as you whisper out a ‘yes,’ and turn yourself around to face the mirror. You can hear the sound of him unzipping his pants, then he’s hiking up the skirt of your dress once more. He puts his hands on your hips to steady you – maybe even to steady himself – and you can feel the head of his cock running through your folds. 

Just when you think you may die if you don’t get what you want, you let out the loudest cry you think has ever come out of your mouth as he pushes inside of you. You gasp, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter as you feel him shudder against your back. Your head hangs low, just focusing on memorizing how every single inch of him feels inside of you.

Carmy’s thrusts are slow at first, deep and deliberate thrusts burying himself all the way to the hilt. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you is really testing his patience here as he thinks he may go insane. 

Back out. 

Then back in. 

“You’re so fuckin’ wet. So fuckin’ perfect for me. God, I love being inside of you,” he groans, enjoying his last few slow and deep thrusts. 

He’s got one hand on your hips and the other, wrapped around your waist. As he begins to speed up the pace of his thrusts, the hand around your waist goes to the counter too, to brace himself. 

“Carmen,” you moan his name, as he starts to go faster. “Yes. Perfect for you. Only you.”

Only you. 

Your words cause him to smirk, and the sounds you’re making only encourage him to keep fucking into you like he means it. 

“Look at yourself, baby,” he says, his words causing you to squeeze around him. He groans, his eyes rolling back, before he returns his gaze to the mirror. 

When you lock eyes, it’s like you’ve been set on fire. Your skin feels hot, and the prolonged eye contact has you squeezing around him as you start to grind against him. You feel lightheaded, breathless, purely at his mercy. 

Carmy holds your gaze through the mirror and you want to commit this photo to memory. You watch your reflections in the mirror, seeing your face change as he speeds up again. His hands are everywhere: in your hair, grabbing you breasts, tracing over the little marks he’s left all over your chest.

 “This how I make you feel? Tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel,” he asks, and you think this is the most vocal he’s been during sex.

“So good, Car,” you’re panting. He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head to the side so that he can kiss you. You manage to continue your praise in between wet, sloppy, and desperate kisses, and desperate thrusts between the both of you.

“So fuckin’ good. So high. Like I’ll never come back down.”

He’s satisfied with your answer, feeling more and more confident with each thrust. You can tell he likes it, so you decided, why the hell not?

“You feel incredible inside of me, baby,” you continue, wanting nothing more than to appease him. 

He’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues to fuck you, your pushing your ass back against him, your hands bracing against the mirror. You see stars as he hits that spot inside of you – the one that makes you let out a sob – and he’s bending you over the counter so that he can find that spot again and again. Carmy presses his forehead against your shoulder as his hands move underneath your skirt once again, rubbing fierce circles around your clit, trying to take you there with him. He knows he won’t last long when you’re moaning his name like that. He looks up for a moment, enjoying the reflection in the mirror a little too much, before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, feeling himself get closer… closer…

You can feel he’s close too, so you say something, something you know will bring him over the edge. 

“Want you to cum inside of me.”

“That what you want? Want me to fill you up? Have me dripping down your legs when any other fucko tries to talk to you tonight. Tries to even fuckin’ look at you…” he asks, his breath ragged and sentences becoming increasingly choppy. 

He's leaving little kisses and bite marks all over your upper back as he continues to fuck you.

“Yes,” you pant, moaning his full name once again. 

“Fffffffuck, baby. That’s so hot,” he stutters, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He grabs a handful of your ass, chasing his high with you. 

You’re squeezing your eyes shut so hard you see stars when he finds that spot again, and you remember that he wanted you to watch. You blink open your eyes, breathless as you take in the image of your boyfriend fucking you from behind. He’s got his forehead resting on your shoulder. You feel the delicious contradiction of pain and pleasure once again, as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder, in the same place from before.

So close. And you're already so tender.

“Carmen. Yes. Right there. Please, baby. Fuck. Don’t stop,” you’re crying out as you as your walls clamp down around him. It’s like an explosion erupts inside of you and you feel that you perhaps are on another fuckin’ plane of existence from the way he makes you feel. 

Your eyes close again as he fucks you through your orgasm, taking you higher and higher. The way your walls are squeezing around him have him on edge and he gives you one, two, and then a third thrust before painting your walls with his release too.

He stops, resting his head on your back again, still buried all the way inside of you.

Both of your heavy pants fill the room, before you interrupt the status quo with a laugh. 

“Holy shit, babe,” you finally say, exasperated and completely fucked out.

He pulls out of you, and you have to put a hand down on the counter he just bent you over, for balance as you stand up straight. You can hear Carmen pulling his pants back up and you’re adjusting your dress as you turn to look at him. His eyes are fixed on the button of his trouser pants, as you grab his face for another long, lust-filled kiss. 

“What do you say… to getting out of here? Maybe continuing this at home?” you propose, your voice hoarse from what you’ve just done. Your forehead is still pressed to his and you want nothing more for him to say ‘yes.’ 

“Fuck yes. Please,” he practically groans, wondering how it’s possible for him to be hard again already. 

“I’ll order a car,” you agree, reaching for where you left your phone on the dressing room counter. 

“Surge rates, babe” he sighs, the disappointment evident in his voice as he issues the little reminder.

You shoot him a look that says ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me?’

“I will pay all the surge rates in the world, if I get to have you again, as soon as possible,” you state, and he’s not sure he’s going to be able to wait till you get home.

You glance back down to your phone, your fingers moving quickly through the right buttons to get a car on the way. As soon as you see the confirmation, your swiping out of the app, and over to an unread message:

Sydney: So that was weird. Where did you guys go?

You: Out for some air. Sorry, we’ll be right back in. 

Sydney: Angel wants pizza and a few of us are gonna go. Wanna come with?

You: Think we’re gonna head home. Breakfast tomorrow? My treat. 

Sydney: 100%

You: Congratulations again, friend. Love you. 

“What’s going on?” Carmy asks, as he sees you fiercely texting away. 

“Nothin’,” you answer, seeing the Uber notification popping up on your phone. “Just telling everyone we’re gonna head home.”

You turn your back to the mirror to examine the damage, immediately spotting Carmy’s bite mark on your shoulder. 

“Carmen,” you sigh, fingertips running over the huge bite mark on your shoulder – the one he left when he made while cumming inside of you.

Carmy takes a look, a small smirk on his lips as he sees what you’re referring to. He has to admit that he’s almost… proud of himself as he leans over, leaving a soft kiss against one of the rapidly forming purple bite marks left on the back of your shoulder. 

As much as he’d like to show the entire culinary world that you’re his, he removes the suit jacket he just put back on, and hands it to you. 

“Here. You can wear this.”

You giggle, taking it and appreciating Carmen’s act of chivalry. 

“As much as I’d love to do a walk of shame through a room full of the world’s best chefs… think I’ll keep this one between me and the one that just fucked me,” you joke playfully, as you kiss him as a ‘thank you.’

You check your reflection in the mirror as you drape the coat strategically over your shoulders, making sure you both look somewhat presentable enough to flee the scene with dignity. 

“Carm?” you ask. 

“Before we leave. I just-, I want you to-,” you stammer, uncertain if you’re doing the right thing by telling him. You’d hate to play into Nate’s little game – even if you both won after what just happened. 

“Hmm?”

“Just… you know… for the sake of factual accuracy and not that we’re playing Nate’s game at all but... you and I hooked up first. Nate just doesn’t know that.”

He nods in response, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. 

But it certainly makes him feel better.

“Well, if we’re being factually accurate…” he offers up in response. “I know you always thought our whole rivalry thing was one sided… but it wasn’t.”

“No?”

“Rode that guy as hard as I could, every chance I got,” he confesses, in reference to your old, very toxic work environment. 

“Because he deserved it?” 

“Because I hated how much he flirted with you.”

You shake your head with a small smile. Your phone is buzzing in your hand, letting you know that your Uber has arrived. 

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, Bear.”

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #sydney adamu #make my heart surrender #carmy smut #carmy berzatto smut

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I’m not done with you yet….darling~

Alastor x Reader -Part 1- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, blood kink, bondage, slight S&M, Dom/Sub, rough rutting, mate marking, leash play/ownership, slight degradation, praise kink, body worship, ass worship, cock worship, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial

Other Tags: Fluff, Angst

Note: Reader will receive aftercare

I hope you guys like this!! I’m not the best writer, but I wanted to write something for y’all. Enjoy Part 1~😈 @starlightdreaming and everyone who voted 🥰

The sound of smooth jazz was playing softly through the dimly lit room. The fire place and a simple floor lamp being the only light source to help see through the darkness. Shadows danced around the room almost as if they are anxious to do more than outline the elaborate decor. In the corner of the room was a lush scene of a forest with tall trees and thick grass coating that part of the hard wood floor. In the middle of the forest scene sit an elegant little table and chair; resembling something you would see at a luxurious cafe. A ominous figure; sitting cross legged in that chair; humming the tune that was playing while tapping his foot that touch the grass floor. Setting his mug down on the table; flipping through the news paper. Alastor hums at the current topics being discussed; finding them amusing that such things would even make it into the papers. Proper entertainment was a thing of the past it seems. He wished he could drum up some chaos like old times, but he knew he couldn’t on account of Charlie and the others. Where’s Mimzy when you needed her to bring the fun around? Oh well~ there’s only so much he can do when he has other priorities to attend to. Soon enough he’ll be able to find some proper entertainment eventually, but of course right now, Charlie is currently hosting a group activity downstairs to welcome a new guest to the hotel. Better not disappoint and make a bad impression on the new arrival. Putting the paper down while fixing his bow tie; Alastor stands and makes his way towards the bedroom door; putting alittle pep in his step while folding his hands behind his back; holding his staff while putting on his signature awarding winning smile like always.

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

“A shot at redemption didn’t sound so bad. Maybe I should give it a chance before I make any rash decisions.” I thought as I approach the newly refurbished Hazbin Hotel. Funny name for a hotel, but I guess it fits. I didn’t even have a chance to knock on the door as it was yanked wide open. There stood in the doorway was Ms. Sunshine herself; Princess Charlie. She definitely was much taller in person that’s for sure. Her smile was definitely the brightest thing to ever grace hell with its radiance. Hard to believe someone as bubbly and sweet like this was born here in hell. “HEY THERE!!! WELCOME TO THE HAZBIN HOTEL!!!! I’m Charlie and I’m here to give personally give you a tour of this place!!!” She basically announced with so much excitement. I’ve never thought in a million years that there would be a chance to be redeemed after death. I mean if the angels could be killed, maybe redemption was possible too. Charlie takes me by the hand and leads me into the lobby where a little group demons were already gathered; sitting on the couches or on the floor. Almost like they’re having some sort of circle time. Charlie then leads me to the group and sits me down; facing the coffee table that’s sitting in the middle of the circle. “But before the tour, we had a planned group activity today where we all introduce ourselves. Since you’re right on time, did you want to go first new friend?” I shook my head “No I can go last…I don’t mind waiting to know everyone else first.” She gave me a reassuring smile and pats me on the back “Ok no problem!, you take all the time you need to prepare.” I sighed in relief. I’m not that great with introductions and being a little on the shy side was not easy either. I want to make friends, but sometimes I could never find the words to say. So often I tend to clam up if I’m too anxious. The intros started off with Charlie of course as she talked about her interests and what made her the most happy.

Then it went down the line with Vaggie; Charlie’s girlfriend; making her intro. Then it was Angel Dust after her; he definitely made me laugh with his sex jokes and constant flirting with this guy Husky? Turned out it was actually Husker; Husky was one of the many names Angel calls him to annoy the fuck out of him really. Then it was this cute little thing called Niffty. She reminded me of a doll from how tiny she was; just simply adorable. Then it was the emo punk like girl with a high ponytail; she called herself Cherri. I think I like her too just as much as Angel Dust. It seemed like they were already besties from how they interacted with each other. I hope they can consider me as a bestie too cause honestly they seem like they know how to have fun. It would probably help tremendously with this shyness of mine to get to know people better. Just then I felt a shift in my hears as if like on an airplane with the shift of pressure. Static like feelings was going up and down my body as if being shocked gently. In the corner of my eye I see this shadow rise from the ground to form a figure that looked to have deer like ears and two tiny antlers on top of the head along with a microphone like staff being held behind this figures back. The shadows finally disappeared to present the one and only Radio demon himself.

Dressed in his red pinstriped coat with black and red cuffed slacks to match his recently shined shoes. His black bow tie sat perfectly at the neck; making him look like the distinguished gentleman he made himself to be. His wide smile; unfaltering while it slightly glowed along with his ruby red eyes from him standing in the dimmer part of the lobby. Giving him an almost eerie appearance like a predator looking for its next meal. He approaches more into the light of the lobby now getting a better view of him in detail “Hello everyone! I do apologize for being a little late. I had some urgent errands to take care of, but now I’m finally here like I promised.” Charlie looks up at him and clasps her hands together “Oh perfect! We’re just going through the introductions now. Everyone pretty much just went through theirs except you and our new friend here.” She gestures to me with a cheery grin. That’s when his eyes finally locked on me. I looked at him back and instantly regret it. Once I locked eyes with him it seemed like his smile grew wider as his eyes darted down then back up. I looked down into my lap to hide my now flushed face. I swallowed hard from anxiety I felt at that moment. If he was the predator then he is definitely making me feel like the prey right now. It didn’t help he was also handsome to boot; making me all the more nervous. “Oh wonderful! Well the name’s Alastor my dear! A pleasure to be meeting you!” I look back up to him as to not be rude of course. When will I ever learn? He leans down in a bow staring straight into my soul with half lidded eyes; grin growing wider as he spoke in a lower almost sultry voice

“Quite the pleasure~”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

How curious? As soon as spoke my usual greeting, this new guest instantly turned red and buried her face into her hoodie. I could have sworn I also heard a faint high pitched whimper as well. Interesting~ Charlie then speaks up “Ok Alastor!, now tell our new guest what you like to do for fun, and what makes you the happiest!” The annoying one, Vaggatha, turned to her “Charlie I don’t he’s gonna admit anything like that to us.” For someone who is as irritating as her she’s actually right for once. “Indeed so!” I look towards the new guest again; the feeling curiosity took over again, but this time I wanted to push it just a little bit….further. “Cause that is for and only me to know….buuuut~” I lean down once again as she just peaked her head out again “if curiosity gets the better of you…then who am I to stop you if you have “a little death” wish~” WHAT. DID. I. JUST. SAY?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?! I WOULD NEVER SAY THIS!!!!! NOT TO ANYONE!!!! As soon as I said it, she let out another whimper this time; only it was a bit louder that everyone could hear it this time. She buried herself deeper into her hoodie realizing what she did. Looks like I’m not the only one embarrassing themselves at least. But seriously?!?! “a little death?!?!” I’ve never made innuendos like that?!?! I even shocked Angel for heaven’s sake?!?! Charlie then breaks the silence giggling nervously “Ahaha…ok how about this. New friend how about you just your name for now and we can go on that tour I promised earlier.”

She peeked one more time; nodding as she spoke with a voice almost like silk. “M-my name is (Y/N)….it’s nice to meet you all.” Charlie smiles at her “I love that name! It’s very pretty! It really suits you.” She approaches her and helps her off the floor “Ok everyone thank you for being apart of today’s activity today! We’ll see you all at dinner.” Everyone disarrayed from the circle and headed their own ways as I made quick haste into the shadows; transporting back into to my quarters. I start to pace the floor, running my fingers through my hair; trying to figure out why I made such a display in front of everyone no less. This was not like me at all, and I don’t understand why; which pisses me off the most!!!! Is it because I’m about to go into season?!?!? No it couldn’t be. I’ve always known how to maintain it really well. I’ve been around for a long time, and my seasons have never been an issue for me to control. Even when completely surrounded; still proved no issue. What is going on?!?! I take a deep breath and adjust my bow tie; dusting off my coat. I just need to keep my distance for a couple of weeks and maybe this will blow over when my season ends. Even if it isn’t, I’m still not taking any chances. No one will know about this…..not even her. I am the Radio Demon, feared by all and it should stay that way.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin smut #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor smut #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #18+ post #18+ content #18+ blog #18+ only #18+ account

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𖦹°｡⋆ nishinoya as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, growing up together, tiny angst, lmk if i miss anything

⟡ a/n: this could have been better but im just getting back into these so forgive me tee hee but omg karasuno is gonna be a doozey

⟡ best friend series: tanaka, asahi, daichi, suga, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata || masterlist

best friend nishinoya who you met in middle school during your first year after you shyly went to congratulate him for receiving an award for being a good libero (you really just wanted an opportunity to talk to him because you thought he was cool)

best friend nishinoya who you got closer to when he stumbled over is own foot trying to hug you for talking to him because he immediately thought you were cute.

best friend nishinoya who introduced you to his grandpa after a while and was embarrassed when he started telling you stories from when he was a baby.

best friend nishinoya who convinced you to go to karasuno with him so he wouldn't be lonely (he really just wanted to see you in the 'cute' uniform).

best friend nishinoya who told you about his cool new friends who were in your grade and introduced you to them at lunch and the proceeded to gush over kiyoko with tanaka, they showed you a picture of her and you got a girl crush real fast.

best friend nishinoya who in the second half of the year of was more excited for volleyball than the previous year because he had cool teammates and practically idolized one of the second years, asahi.

best friend nishinoya who stormed into your house after a match with date tech for a reason you didn't know about as you were unable to attend the game like usual.

best friend nishinoya who got more distant from not only you, but from everyone else for some odd reason so you decided to ask his teammates and they all avoided telling you because they were scared of stirring the pot.

best friend nishinoya who shocked you when he got suspended out of the blue after breaking a vase which totally wasn't like him.

best friend nishinoya who you checked on every day during his suspension and even after when he didn't come back to school the next year.

best friend nishinoya who you became a temporary team manager for since you were worried about his temper for when he rejoined the rest of the team.

best friend nishinoya who begged you to stay as manager even after yachi was introduced but learned to accept that this scene wasn't for you and that you would still support him.

best friend nishinoya who was so much happier this year than the last which ultimately made you happier as well.

best friend nishinoya who snuck into your house with tanaka one weekend after you told him that you invited yachi and kiyoko over for a sleepover.

best friend nishinoya who banged at your door when you kicked him out (you gave him a 'i win' look because you get to spend time with THEE kiyoko outside of school).

best friend nishinoya who made you tell him all the gossip from the sleepover for the price of a dozen cupcakes.

best friend nishinoya who you slapped a million times for his bad grades even though you tutored him every friday.

best friend nishinoya who always kept you updated with team/volleyball news as if you didn't go to almost every single one of his practice matches and all his games. you swear "rolling thunder!" is forever stained into your ear drums

best friend nishinoya who had a smooth time with the rest of his second year and third year even though he didn't win nationals, he was just happy to have played with everyone.

best friend nishinoya who after high school decided to travel the world with asahi after you rejected the idea because you wanted to go to university and he respected that.

best friend nishinoya who started sending you cryptic postcards every now and then only containing one word each time but wouldn't tell you what it meant even though you guys called as often as you could.

best friend nishinoya who came back after a year and a half with a small book with postcards that looked exactly the same as the ones you had received with the same words but in a different order.

best friend nishinoya who finally told you that the words on the postcards had a secret message and that he sent them out of order because he did't want you catching on too quickly.

best friend nishinoya who read the post cards out loud while sitting next to you so you can see what each one said.

best friend nishinoya who read out "i have had feelings for you for the last six years but never knew how to tell you in person" and then continued to say that he loves you and that he wants to be your boyfriend.

best friend nishinoya who yelled "OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH KIYOKO" when you said yes to being his girlfriend but then just gave you the biggest hug he could.

best friend nishinoya who is now boyfriend nishinoya who you only dated for a month before you decided to elope while visiting italy for your summer break.

#𖦹°｡⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu fluff #nishinoya x reader fluff #noya x reader #noya x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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Co-Stars pt.8

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: A bad joke is made about Y/n and Callum won't stand for it.

Warning: Joe Koy/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of being naked

Word count: 1.1k

Yn's outfit:

Award season was going well, she won an Emmy and now she was nominated for a Golden Globes for Best Performance by a Female Action in a Drama series. Unlike the Emmy’s, she was now nominated as if she was a main character, and it was amazing. The cast walked on the red carpet, again, getting yelled at by photographers. ‘’Good luck tonight, Y/n, I hope you win!’’ one yelled. It made the woman smile. ‘’Boys how does it feel to work with this amazing woman’’ without saying a word, they all start to kneel, to pay their respect to her. ‘’Oh my god’’ Y/n laughs. She takes a pose for the photographers and the boys get up. ‘’I love you guys’’ she says to her co-stars.

They didn’t know who the presenter was, so Y/n had to google him, but at the same time, Florence Pugh came to the table and asked for a photo with her. Her phone was towards the camera, her google research was exposed. But the ceremony started, Y/n was nervous, she was against really good actress, like Emma Stone and Bella Ramsey. ‘’Now Master of the Air was amazing! But I didn’t get why each time we saw Y/n on screen, we saw her naked, I mean, was the only purpose of her character, being naked? You’re playing in a series about WW2, not Sex Education’’ that was supposed to be a joke, but no one laughed. Y/n was looking at the presenter with a death stare before taking a sip of his drink. Joe nervously laughed. ‘’Sorry about that’’ he continued his speech but when he ‘apologized’ the camera went on Y/n and Callum. ‘’You better be sorry, asshole’’ Callum mumbled. He hid his mouth when he insulted him, but he didn’t understand why he thought making this joke was supposed to be fun. ‘’He clearly didn’t watch the hole show’’ Austin said to Y/n, which made her smile.

‘’And the winner is…’’ her heart was going to burst out of her chest. ‘’Y/n Y/l/n for her role in Master of the Air’’ She got up her chair, kissed Callum, hugged Austin and Antony, took off her shoes and made her way to the stage. She hugged Meryl Streep, she was presenting the award, when Y/n got to Joe, she didn’t hug him. She took the statue and came closer to the mic. ‘’Oh my god, wow, thank you so much. That’s amazing!’’ her voice cracked from the emotions. The crowd cheered for her. ‘’This series means so much to me, my wonderful co-stars, I love you so much. I don’t want to say the same thing as my other speech, because I did more than being naked in every scene, so I won awards, and people actually know who I am.’’ The crowd laughed at the comeback for the woman. Joe faked laugh and looked at the ground. ‘’To all the people out there, that are scared to pursue their dreams, don’t give up. You can do it, dreams come true! I got men kneeling for me, I won awards, and I got made fun of on national television! Thank you and good night!’’ she said, making the crowd laugh again. Callum was so proud of his girl; she stood up for herself and she did it the funniest way possible.

‘’The Golden Globe for the best drama Television Series goes to…’’ Drew Barrymore opened the envelope, the cast all held hands, silently praying. ‘’Master of the Air!’’ she exclaimed, stomping around in excitement. The cast got up, followed by Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg and Gary Goetzman. When they all got on stage, the trophy was handed to Gary. Callum and Y/n held hands; it was special to be on stage together. ‘’Wow! Thank you so much, this is amazing! This T.V show is, I think, really important to understand history and its darker parts. I’m going to stop talking or I’ll take all the time’’ Gary laughed. The mic was given to Tom Hanks. ‘’Like Gary said, this series is the third, we did Band of Brothers and The Pacific, but Master of the Air is the last and to see it getting so much recognition fills my heart with joy’’ he said, tears in his eyes. Steven stepped forward to talk. ‘’Thank you to everyone that made this project happen, to our beautiful cast, thank you for accepting to follow our crazy idea, love you all’’ he blew kiss to us. Austin stepped forward. ‘’Thank you so much. This type of series, uh, I think, needs to be done so the next generation can understand what really went down. Thank you so much!’’ Y/n smiled; Callum stepped forward. ‘’And finally, thank you to everyone that really watched the show and saw that Y/n wasn’t always naked!’’ that made the cast laugh. A Y/n face palmed, but she was happy to see that the joke wasn’t forgotten and that the guys didn’t like it. ‘’Yeah! Y/n is amazing!’’ Barry quickly said. The woman laughed as they all left stage. Backstage, they all hugged, even the directors joined in. ‘’I’m so proud of all of you.’’ Tom Hanks said.

‘’So, Y/n, a picture came out, can you explain what you were googling’’ the journalist asked, making the woman laugh. ‘’Uh, I didn’t know who Joe Koy was, so I looked him up’’ she simply said. ‘’About the joke he made, your co-stars became protective, what does it mean for you?’’ she was tired of this question, each interview station, they asked that question. ‘’Personally, I thought it was low, I mean, it wasn’t the fact that she was naked that made her win an Emmy and a Golden Globe, so yeah. But I think he learned his lesson’’ Callum answered. Y/n smiled and leaned her head against him. ‘’Thank you, good night’’ the journalist said. They could finally leave this place. Y/n has her statue in her hand, it was really beautiful. ‘’It’s going to fit perfectly beside my Emmy award’’ she said in the limousine. Making her co-star giggle. ‘’Like we told you before, we got your back, we weren’t going to let him disrespect you like that’’ Anthony said. Y/n thanked him as they made their way to the after party.

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[schlattsdoll]

Imagine going to the streamer awards with Schlatt (you’re not a streamer) and if he wins something then once you all get home he makes you cum as many times as he can as a celebration type thing

celebrate- jschlatt

minors dni

paring: schlatt x fem/afab! reader

warnings: smut {18+}, mentions of overstim, schlatt being a horny mf, overuse of pet names {im sorry}

to be quite honest with you, schlatt didn’t even want to go to the streamies. it wasn’t his scene and he was confident in the fact he wasn’t going to win. what sold him on it was seeing you in a tight dress. he took you shopping that morning, you two decided on wearing purple, the color of royalty as you told him. “makes sense, got my beautiful princess so that makes me a king.”

it was almost time to leave as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup. “doll, we gotta go.” schlatt held your hand as you slid on your heels and even fixed the buckles for you. the tight sequined dress hugged your curves perfectly, the purple complementing your complexion.

“absolutely stunning.” your boyfriend commented with a wolf whistle. “whaddya say we skip this thing? i could do that thing ya like with my tongue.” he smirked and kissed up your neck. “jay, no. this is a big night for you! we have to go, that’s that.” you pushed the larger man away from you and frantically tried to fix your hair.

the car ride to the venue was so exciting for you. having only been with schlatt a few months, you hadn’t been to a streamers event before. “this is gonna be so fun jay! we’re gonna take pictures and you’re nominated! i think you’re gonna win personally.”

he rolled his eyes at the thought of him winning. “‘m glad you’re excited toots. at least one of us is.” you knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of going out, much rather wanting to spend the night back home in austin with you and jambo instead of being in smoggy old la. “c’mon baby, you’ll have fun trust me.” “i think having you bent over the bed would be more fun but okay.” he muttered under his breath.

you were right of course, sitting at the table with his fellow nominees ted and charlie, he started to loosen up a bit. drinks were flowing, laughs were being had, and schlatt started to ease up. “the nominees for best new podcast are…” ethan nestor started reading out their category. “oooh baby listen up!”

schlatt felt his nerves jump back up, he didn’t care about winning honestly. you were just so excited for him and the guys, he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“and the winners of best new podcast are….” you held schlatts hand tightly with one hand while you bit your nails on the other. “chuckle sandwich!” a camera panned over to your table and the guys all got up to go on stage, right after kissing their dates.

“thank you all so much for this amazing award, i think i speak for all of us when i say we definitely didn’t expect to be nominated let alone win. thank you to the fans for tuning in every week and we hope you keep listening!” ted spoke eloquently, a perfect acceptance speech; short and sweet.

once back at the table, his hand made its way to your thigh. “hey doll, don’tcha think i deserve a winner’s reward when we get back to the hotel?” he whispered in your ear then kissed your neck. his hand rubbed your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core. you squeezed them closer together, attempting to block his hand from his target.

the rest of the event was quite draining. all you could focus on was what schlatt was going to do to you later that evening. finally you got to leave and instead of going to the after party, you faked being sick. “sorry guys, im not feeling so hot. i better sit this one out. jay, you don’t mind not going do you? i feel so bad.” you pleaded with the large man, who knew you were faking it. “yeah guys, let’s do a rain check for next chuckle week. gotta make sure my baby’s feelin’ alright.” schlatt wrapped his jacket around you, and walked you towards his car. “congratulations again guys!”

the drive home was an entirely different vibe, schlatts hand was ghosting against your center, teasing you through your underwear. “couldn’t even wait for me to celebrate with my friends? needed me that badly huh doll?” he smirked at you while his fingers grabbed a hold of your panties and pulled them to the side. “s’fuckin’ wet for me…”

his large digits found their way to your clit, rubbing soft slow circles. “that’s it. atta girl. you looked so pretty tonight sweetheart. wanted to take you into a bathroom and fuck the shit outta ya.” your back arched into the seat at his words. “oh you like that idea don’t you princess? me taking care of this sweet cunt wherever i want it, not caring who sees me with what’s mine.”

his fingers speed up, causing you to grip tighter on the center console, “fuck jay, don’t stop. ‘m gonna cum.” “that’s right, cum for daddy.”

the car stopped moving, pulling into the hotel’s lot where schlatt waited until your orgasm subsided to help you out and into the room. once there, he tossed you onto the bed. “i believe i was promised the thing i like?” you smirked up at him.

dropping down to his knees and taking the headband out of his hair, he pulled you closer to the edge. “i’m a man of my word doll. but i’m gonna make you cum so many times you’re gonna cry.”

and once again, schlatt was a man of his word.

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[alotofpockets]

The best | Mary Earps

Pairing: Mary Earps x Reader

Request: Where Mary gets her fifa best award

Woso masterlist | Words: 1K

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Today was a big day for your girlfriend, you were attending the FIFA Best Awards, where she was nominated for not one but two categories. Though before the award show started there she had a busy schedule, one you and her team followed along closely. 

This wasn’t your world at all, but you loved supporting Mary in everything she did. While you were admiring your girlfriend in her element, you were filming bits and pieces of behind the scenes footage. Mary loved creating TikTok’s out of events like this to show the world what it was like from her perspective, and you loved helping her film.

Currently you were at a photoshoot. Mary was repping her own brand, a white tee with her quote ‘Be unapologetically yourself.’ paired with a black suede tracksuit. The whole day the group of you moved around the large building, besides the event it was also a big media day. Interviews, games, photoshoots, anything you could imagine, it was a part of today.

In each interview, Mary spoke with so much passion. Her passion was one of the things you loved most about her. She had many interests, and stood for a lot of things. The way she used her platform for the better, speaking out about mental health, and inspiring people was always incredible to watch. 

After the final interviews were done, you all made it back to the hotel room where the stylist, and the hair and makeup crew were all waiting to glam both Mary and you up. You were getting dressed in the bathroom, while the team was working on getting Mary ready. 

Once you were in your outfit, you came back into the main room and were met with Mary. She was dressed in a beautiful dress that fit her body perfectly. You hadn’t realised you were staring with your mouth open until you heard Mary's smug voice saying, “Like what you see?” Her comment makes you snap out of it and chuckle. “Yes I do. You look stunning, baby.” You walk closer to admire the dress she was showing off. “You look pretty incredible yourself.” The stylist had picked your outfit to have a slight match with Mary’s dress, so red touches all throughout the fit. 

You took some pictures together before you headed to the final destination of the night, the award show. There were a lot of familiar faces in the audience, both players you had met through Mary, and ones you’ve idolised as a football fan yourself. The atmosphere was great, and everyone was incredibly supportive of the winners. 

When the Women’s World XI section of the night started, you were sitting on the edge of your seat. Mary reached for your hand and held it tight, as the announcement started, and she squeezed it even tighter when her name was called as the goalkeeper. She stood up with tears in her eyes, and hugged you first before making her way to the stage, as the rest of the winners were being named. 

The stage filled with the winning players, you watched proudly as your girlfriend admired the trophy in her hands. You knew how much this meant for her, and were so incredibly happy for her talent to be recognised by her fellow footballers.

Winning the goalkeeper position in the World XI made Mary think that she would not win the Best Women’s Goalkeeper award as well, because that would be too much. So, when her name was announced she was shocked. “You did it baby! I am so proud of you. Go, get up on that stage and accept the award.” She placed her hands on your cheeks and pressed a kiss onto your lips, before she made her way to the stage.

You watched your girlfriend accept her second award of the evening with a big smile on your face. In your eyes there was no one more deserving than her, of course you were biassed, but she has been playing incredibly well and deserved to be recognized for her hard work. 

Mary walked up the the microphone for her speech, and you already knew you weren’t going to be able to hear it without shedding a tear,

“I think I talk about a lot obviously that it’s not been the easiest journey to get here, so I would say that I definitely took the scenic route.” Mary chuckled to the crowd at her own joke. “I had to wait a long time for this kind of success, but I think looking back now, it all makes total sense. Everything that I went through, I mean, we’re all humans, we all have struggles, right?” She was met with hundreds of nodding faces in the crowd. “But it just made me feel so much more prepared for the challenges we face today. And to be able to enjoy these moments so much more and realise how pretty unbelievable they are and to never take a single day for granted. So, if you’re struggling and you’re going through hell, keep going. And it’s never too late to be exactly who you are.” 

Mary’s words, and the feelings behind them did indeed make you tear up. Your girlfriend’s journey hadn’t been easy, but she was paving the way for young girls aspiring to be just like her, as well as advocate for mental health. You couldn’t be more proud of her, to once again use her platform to talk about the tough moments, to let the world know it isn’t all just rose coloured.

After a long, and busy day you found yourself in the back of the car on the way back home. A sleeping Mary’s head laying on your shoulder, with two trophy cases laying in the trunk.  

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[oncomingnight]

Yandere! Film Director

"i couldn't have made this movie without you."

Hassan is an award winning film director, you'll see his movies in several pieces of media titled something along the lines of ; "The best Cinematography in Film" "Praise Worthy Film" "Critics' Favorite" "Standing Ovation for Hassan Samir" "Bustling Box Office".

He specializes in psychological horror movies, the genre has always been a remaining favorite of his since a child. He's always favored media that grabs you by the throat and asks you one important question by the end of the film. Seeing his major interest in such movies, he decided to take it upon himself and make his own. In screenwriting programs, the first task the students will have is to watch one of his movies and study it. He has come a long way with his work, some google him to see more of his work and are shocked by how young he js.

But, you cannot google Hassan Samir without seeing his beloved y/n l/n alongside him in the image section, it's bound to happen and he wouldn't have it any other way. The two of you are high school sweethearts and everyone finds that fact oh so endearing. You've supported him and his craft for so long, staying up with him writing up ideas, giving him advice on how to shoot a certain scene, assisting him in casting actors, deciding which songs to put into the soundtrack, emailing certain people. Your input is as valued to him as gold was to the workers in the California Gold rush.

Many people appreciate how he treats you when the two of you are behind the camera. He'll listen to every little thing you pitch and will actually put your ideas into action. This causes the scenes to turn out even better than they already were.

When he inevitably wins an absurd amount of awards, he will always take you with him on stage and insert you multiple times into his speech.

" I am incredibly fortunate to have this incredibly talented woman by my side. All of those films that you love so much, she has assured, assisted and advised me whilst they were in the making, I wouldn't be standing in front of all you if it wasn't for her. We're a two deal package. Y/n, you are the lifeline of these films, I will never quit thanking you for as long as I live. At times, I'll admit, I cry from the amount of love and affection I receive from her, it's overwhelming in the most blissful way possible. Obviously, I am thankful for everyone on my team but y/n will forever be my first priority. Thank you to everybody for coming out tonight."

His beautiful words made you rejoice and take pride within your work and who you chose to marry. You can only imagine the amount of envy yet adoration people all over the world had for your relationship.

While the two of you are at a public event with paparazzi present, he'll stand back and let you have your moment with the eager photographers. Don't mind him admiring the love of his wife. Oh, and don't mind his wandering eyes.

Hassan never fails in reminding you of the intense love he harbors for you. You're a haven for him after a long stressful day dealing with stubborn people, you're a place of warmth for him no matter the circumstance. If people knew how clingy and affectionate he was with you in private, well, I'm not gonna lie to you, they wouldn't be surprised. He nuzzles his head into your thighs and tummy, whispering and blabbering on about how much he missed you, how you should've seen the work day he had, how he's so glad he has someone like you waiting for him at home.

He's the type of romantic to kiss your hand after doing anything, focusing on the area where your wedding ring lies. Having cozy nights where the two of you are in cozy, fluffy robes after a warm bath together, he caresses your cheek before leaning in to kiss your forehead. It doesn't have to be a necessarily specific situation for him to spill his guts about the sinful things he'd do for you. About what he's done for you.

"You're too special to be tainted with the memory of that ابن الشرموطة, focus on me, on us. If only they knew what I've done for you, يا حياتي. But, don't worry, okay? They'll know soon. Very soon."

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[babybluebex]

BEX I HAVE A THOUGHT

so there’s this Photo from when dommy went to the sag awards this year:

and all i can think about is your blurb abt “the scene” and like

What If yall’s film was nominated for an award and y’all are on the carpet . the look he’d give you as he’s watching you get interviewed n stuff?.? like the proud smile AGH

anyways this is the thought from 1am my time gn <3

oh yes, i can see you guys being in a very steady and good relationship ever since your first night together, but not announcing your relationship to the public, and that's pretty much your "fault", you wanted to try to get people in the industry to take you seriously and not think you're just some little girl who falls in love with the first guy to look at you, and dom understands your reservations, so you two haven't announced anything

but that definitely doesn't mean that you escape suspicion, you're always spotted out at lunch or at pubs together, basically attached at the hip the whole time, and paps notice the way dom will play with your hair or your skirt, basically the way he can get handsy, and somehow the popular narrative becomes that you two are fwbs and not actually dating

but YES the movie starts to get a lot of critical acclaim, but most of it is pointed specifically at YOU, people LOVE your performance and say that it's the best performance they've seen in years, and you're getting nominated for a bunch of "best actress" awards at various shows and you start WINNING?? and you're always sitting next to dom, and he has to REALLY exercise control when you win, he wants to just grab you and kiss you but he knows you're not comfortable with that yet, so it's just a gentle hug and good-natured pat on the back

but he's pulling THAT exact face in the bg of you being interviewed about your historic run of wins, like he's not exactly in frame of the camera but people find another angle of the interview that shows him better and he's just cheesing up a storm

and oh my god, the night before the academy awards, you're nominated for best actress and dom is for best supporting actor, and the odds are looking in your favors, but you're crying on dom's chest, so terrified about what will happen if you win, you're scared that it means you've peaked and will never have anything like this again

and dom shushes you and kisses your teary cheeks, "shh, honey, it's ok... look, i got you a present, do you wanna see it? i wasn't gonna give it to you until tomorrow night, after we've both won, but i can give it to you now" and he rolls out of bed and pulls his pajama pants up his skinny hips as he goes to his luggage, and he grabs a small box from his suitcase and gives it to you, and you sniffle as you open it, and you first come across a flannel buttoned shirt, and you instantly recognize it "... this is the shirt you wore—" "to the bar our first night together," dom nods, "what was that... two years ago, i guess? but i hardly wear it because it used to smell like the perfume you wore that night... it doesn't so much anymore, but it's still sentimental to me. but i want you to have it" "oh, dom, i can't—" "yes you can" and he nods at the box "there's more in there, go on"

and you move back into the box and push aside the paper filling up the empty space, and you find a delicate box in the bottom, obviously a jewelry box, and your mouth goes dry, bc it's a small square box and you know what that means and you sorta whisper "dominic?" and his eyes are sparkling as he gently takes the ring box into his hand and opens it, and you gasp

the ring is beautiful, your dream ring, and you harken back to a few months before, when bella had asked you to help her pick out an engagement ring, and you had given opinions the whole day, but under the pretense of helping her, what cut you liked and what gemstone, and it suddenly clicks into place: bella, the absolute sneak, had colluded with dom to figure out what your perfect engagement ring was "oh my god, dommy, yes"

"i didn't even ask you anything" dom smiles with playfully narrowed eyes "but i know what you're gonna say, and fuck, yes" you sob and grab him tight and draw him into a hug, and he kisses you and fumbles blindly to put the ring on your finger

and the next night, you're all dressed up for the oscars, and vanity fair is there to make a video on dom getting ready, and they tell you that it'll come out after the awards show, and you and dom are free to be a cheesy annoying engaged couple because you've already decided exactly how and when you're going to announce it that night

and it comes time for the awards show, you're all sitting together, you and dom and your director (who was nominated for best director), and best supporting actor comes up first (not the first award, but out of the nominations y'all have, it comes first in the night), and your heart is in your throat as they flash up clips from the movies of each actor, and you notice the cheering is just a little louder when dom's clip is onscreen, and you think you actually pass out when the announcer calls out "dominic sessa!" but you're drawn right back to reality by dom grabbing you and hugging you, and your mouth is just gaping like a fish, unable to form words as you grab his face and tear up, and you want to kiss him, but you can't, not quite yet

he gets up to the stage, and he does his little gasping laugh "oh wow..." gazes lovingly at the oscar statue in his hand "this thing is heavier than i thought it would be..." and the whole audience laughs "but um, this is an honor... i sorta stumbled into this field— literally, actually, i stumbled, i fell and broke my leg and couldn't do sports, so i decided to try acting on a whim, and— whatever, but this was never the plan for me, but this award is... it means a lot..." and he takes a breath and squints in the stage lights to find you and he smiles "i think actors are defined by certain roles in their lifetimes... pacino as corleone, schwarzenegger as the terminator... and even though this role will always have a special place in my heart, the role i think most defines me... is the role of husband. and for that, i have to thank my beautiful wife, and by extension, our director and screenwriter and casting director, if you guys hadn't put her in my life, i wouldn't have her, and that role means more to my heart than anything else does... oh, shi— crap, they're telling me to wrap it up, haha. anyway, yeah, um, wife, director, crew, my other actors, the academy, and, um, is ryan gosling here this year? yeah, you're cool too"

and he gets offstage and comes to you, and you finally FINALLY get to kiss him, and you see the cameras starting to swarm you, and you take care to put your hand on his face, to let everyone see the ring

and now that the cat's out of the bag, you're not afraid to be loving and cute together, and your director wins her award, and you get a notification on your phone that your movie is trending online, associated with "SWEEP!!", and suddenly the pressure starts to gnaw at you and your stomach turns, but your fiancé is luckily very in tune with you, and he gets up and leaves for the bar in the back of the room and quickly returns with a small glass of ginger ale and rubs your back as he whispers "hey, you're gonna be ok, it's all gonna be fine" "dommy i don't wanna win" you whimper and he shushes you "well, honey, i'm gonna be honest here, i think you are gonna win" dom tells you "i don't think you have a choice, so what you're gonna do, when they call your name, all you gotta do is just go up there, and look at me. don't look at the cameras, don't look at margot robbie or anyone, just look at me" "what happens if i puke?" you whisper "i'll clean it up" dom says instantly, without a single thought "wh-what happens if i can't talk up there?" you ask, and you're certain dom's patience is wearing thin, but if it is, he's not letting it show even remotely "i'll talk for you" dom says, and gently urges you to sip your drink to calm your stomach "look, you are amazing, you deserve this award— if they gave my untalented ass a fucking oscar, then you are way more qualified to win than i am— and winning doesn't mean you've peaked. it means it's just beginning" and he shifts a little closer to you and pushes your hair behind your ear, and he whispers "tell you what— if you get on that stage and thank only the academy and then immediately leave, if that's all you do... i'll eat you out in the car on the way to the after party. deal?" and you sniffle and give a weak laugh, but you nod at him, and he grins "i mean, i'd do that anyway, but if that's the incentive you need..."

and the lights dim to signal the end of commercial break, and you feel sick the whole time as they're announcing the nominees for best actor, and you're so acutely aware of the big camera rig next to you, capturing your every reaction, and you go hot when they flash the clip of you and you notice the louder cheers, just like before

and you must have been too busy trying not to throw up that you didn't even hear your name announced, you just hear the cheering, and suddenly dom's got his hands on you, pulling you out of your seat and hugging you, and you just feel numb, but your feet work you up to the stage and you're handed the statue, and you look out past the lights and the audience full of industry giants, and you lock eyes with dom and you swallow thickly "... why is this so goddamn heavy..." you mumble and there's laughter "baby, you could've told me" and dom grins and shrugs "i just... really don't know what to say... um... thank you to the academy, who thought i'm worthy of this.... and my husband said that's all i gotta say, so i think i'm gonna go before i puke everywhere"

and you get back to your seat, and you feel a lot better now that it's over, and dom kisses you so sweetly, and you two goofs continue your goof streak and make your oscars kiss like barbie dolls

(and dom makes good on the promise he made hehe)

#bex answers #thekid-ofsteel #dominic sessa x reader

[dweemeister]

Instant reactions to the 96th Academy Awards

A rough night for me. But there have been rougher ones before. I imagine most of my comments put me in a very lonely minority, as has been apparent the last few months.

But here goes:

For all intents and purposes, yours truly was on the Killers of the Flower Moon train. An extraordinary crime epic from Scorsese, with astounding craftsmanship and fantastic performance from Lily Gladstone. More than what I previously believed possible, a major studio production went out of its way to make sure that its Indigenous American representation on-screen was as genuine as it could possibly be (still imperfect, as the film acknowledges, but what an effort). And yet, KOTFM goes 0/10. I've never had a favored Best Picture nominee be shut out in such a way before. And I'm not surprised at all by it. It was clear that non-American and non-Canadian audiences didn't get the context to the film (a criticism I understand, given the screenplay) and, in other quarters, folks thought it was too long (I admittedly have a higher tolerance for longer movies) and others have said something akin to the fact that they are getting tired over "racial guilt" movies from America. I'm not in the mood to respond to the last one. I think it deserved better tonight. I particularly think Lily Gladstone deserved better tonight.

Stat upheld: two non-white actresses have never won on the same night in Oscar history. History, in and of itself, was always against Gladstone.

Oppenheimer winning? Fine, I guess. It was my #4 choice of the ten Best Picture nominees. I guess Christopher Nolan was overdue, but I have always been a Nolan skeptic. The film certainly is his most humanistic, and I appreciate that. As for the narrative organization and editing trickery? It mostly serves to take me out of the movie. And I don't think Nolan truly understands what thematic film music can accomplish for his movies. I think RDJ should have had much more competition all season long, but he did not. Most people are gonna say this is the return of the Academy's favorite subgenre... the Great Man Biopic. But in composition and structure, Oppenheimer (and even Maestro) resembles very little of the past Great Man Biopics. It'll be interesting to see how history treats this movie.

I disliked Poor Things. I didn't care for its sense of humor, didn't agree with many folks' opinions that it was a magnum opus of female empowerment. I thought it was incredibly male gaze-y and troublingly sanitized its scenes of sex work. Jerskin Fendrix's score was unlistenable outside the context of the film and distracting within it. But it has four Academy Awards and people love this movie, so my opinion can go to heck?

Well done Da'Vine Joy Randolph for her win as Supporting Actress for The Holdovers. I truly hope this opens up a lot more new opportunities for her going for! Wonderful speech.

And speaking of wonderful speeches, both documentary winners got me very emotional. The Last Repair Shop is on YouTube for American and Canadian viewers, and it's simply wonderful. Perhaps the happiest I was all night long! And then came Mstyslav Chernov's speech after winning for 20 Days in Mariupol. Chernov had, arguably, the speech of the night. And I agree with him. I, too, wish he never had to make his film and that he never won this Oscar. But he did his job to document what happened in Mariupol. And for that he (and the Ukrainians suffering and dying in their war versus Russia) deserves our plaudits and support.

Once more, Hayao Miyazaki cannot be bothered to show up to an awards ceremony. It's hilarious! I would have voted Robot Dreams, but The Boy and the Heron is not a winner to sniff at. Spider-Verse will have one more shot.... whenever the third movie comes out?

Good lord, they selected the worst possible winner in Animated Short with War Is Over!. There's an unwritten rule that the Academy, among the fifteen nominated shorts, must select one which will piss me the hell off. And for the second straight year in Animated Short, they have done exactly that, choosing something akin to a soft drink commercial.

Billie Eilish and Finneas are now the youngest and second-youngest ever to win two Oscars, after Luise Rainer (Best Actress for 1936's The Great Ziegfeld and 1937's The Good Earth). That feels very, very weird. In both cases of this record.

The "I'm Just Ken" performance? Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (Like Ken)??? Busby Berkeley choreography? What do the kids say? Inject that straight into my veins? It was wonderful.

And speaking of nods to cinema history, I'm so glad they led off the stunt performers tribute with Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, and Harold Lloyd. :,)

And congratulations to Godzilla Minus One and its Best Visual Effects win! After seventy years, Godzilla is now an Oscar-winning franchise, and its win percentage is 100%! Simply wonderful!

I think the moral of the story is that the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS) has been gradually internationalizing over the last decade. And the results of that were very clear tonight. Does that mean I'm too provincial in my tastes? I don't know. But wins such as Emma Stone's, Anatomy of a Fall, The Boy and the Heron, and Godzilla are demonstrative of that.

I'm glad this season is over. I certainly hope that Killers of the Flower Moon will be looked upon more kindly by history and time, without the bells and whistles of awards campaigning and a fuller understanding of why it was made the way it was.

This month has been fun! But now it's time to see movies again without the lens of awards for a long, long while.

#Oscars #96th Academy Awards #Oppenheimer #Killers of the Flower Moon #Poor Things #The Holdovers #The Last Repair Shop #20 Days in Mariupol #Robot Dreams #The Boy and the Heron #War is Over! #Billie Eilish #Finneas #Godzilla Minus One #Christopher Nolan #Martin Scorsese #Yorgos Lanthimos #Emma Stone #Lily Gladstone #31 Days of Oscar

[sapphos-ode]

Better Than Gold

Larissa Weems bonus scene here

A great big thank you to @h-doodles for this post which inspired this monster of a fic, 6.7k words, I love ice skating and saw her little bit abt an ice skating au. And here we are! I hope you enjoy! For those of you who know skating, I apologise if I got any details wrong- I just grabbed all the info from google. ALSO I proofread this for once! Pls be proud of me

~

To say you were a prodigy was an understatement, it also undermined the countless hours of your life you dedicated to your sport. Discarding the blood, sweat, and tears it took from you. To say you were naturally gifted was a limited compliment - natural talent would only carry you so far. It had given you a running start but the rest was all you - your very soul was embedded into those silver blades. And it would always remain there in some way shape or form. Retiring at the age of 26 was a hard decision but as with many sports it took a toll on your body and to push yourself too far was just as bad as throwing in the towel when things didn’t go your way for the first time.

Your mother’s ever persistent insistence that you achieved nothing less than absolute perfection also influenced your career path - she wasn’t able to make it as a figure skater and in lieu of that was hell bent on achieving her dreams through you. Yet no matter how overbearing she could be, no matter how much she forced you to keep going when your lungs burnt, your muscles seized, and your mind numb, it couldn’t taint the love you held for the ice. Part of you truly believe you were made to skate. And that was true.

And so from as early as you can remember you had been skating. People often talked of a stuffed toy they’ve had since birth, or of a childhood friend that was more of a sibling to them - but you didn’t have that, you had ice skates. And sometimes you think you spent more of your life at the ice rink than you did at home. Occasionally you’ll grieve the life you could have had, the career you had wanted for yourself. But the ice will always call to you and you’ll remember your passion for it.

You had left the profession after finally winning - finally earning that gold medal. Years upon years of being awarded bronze, or silver, of falling short of that podium finally culminated in earning that golden disc. None of it was good enough for you - for your mother (need we mention she achieved silver once and only once) until you came out on top. That victory was cathartic and after competing in a few lower level events you had decided to leave with grace. You were not hungry for fame or success. You were happy with what you had accomplished and you thought it was high time to step down. Much to your mother’s disappointment, it’s a shame, you would think, you wouldn’t have been where you were now if it were not for her but at the same time you resented her. For carving your life for you before you could even walk, but at the same time you were in her debt. The ice was home for you. And only because she had pushed you to it all those years ago.

It was safe to say you were a celebrity within the skating world. Any World Champion would be. But in the grand scheme of things you were just you - often recognised by skating fans but if people weren’t into the sport then you were just another face in the crowd. And for that you were thankful.

You’re now 28, and after taking up many coaching gigs in those two years, you opted to move to a quaint town in Vermont. It was starkly different from the busy towns you were used to. But you enjoyed the quiet slow nature, it was a welcome breath of fresh air - and you even had a delightful job as a barista in a coffee shop. The town also had a local ice rink but that didn’t influence your decision to move there. Not at all, no. Absolutely not.

It was actually an old family friend who had suggested moving to Jericho, he was a fencing coach at a local boarding school - but was a skating fanatic and had a great well of knowledge on the sport too. He dabbled occasionally in skate coaching. He had gone to high school with your mother and they had kept in touch over the years. He was always fond of you. And you of him.

~

It was early Saturday Morning, the rink was empty save for a few people getting an extra coaching session in. You stand at the side, soaking in the environment - usually you abhorred fluorescent lighting but it was an old comfort in the arena. The cold bit at your cheeks but you were so accustomed to it that you’d be concerned if it affected you. Clad in simple clothes aimed for comfort you didn’t stand out. Part of you missed your competition outfits - they made you feel pretty. But they were part of your past now, you doubted you’d ever wear them again. With a sigh you step out into the ice and take to it like a duck takes to water.

You perform the sequence from the year you had won the Worlds. You could never forget it- not when it had earnt a very impressive combined score of 269.78, you had been given 91.42 in the free skate, and 178.36 in the long skate. In short you blew the competition out of the water. You had attempted the quadruple axel and you had almost done it successfully- you had fallen a fraction of a rotation short. But that didn’t take from your triumph. You still walked away from the competition with a gold medal to your name.

Back then it had to be perfect - but now it came to you much easier and you were able to enjoy it without the pressure of failure looming over you. You ignore the occasional stare from those training on the rink - no doubt they recognised you. You were lost in the rhythm coming from your earphones as you started another sequence, from your teen years that had you qualify for nationals. That seemed so long ago - the ecstatic feeling from getting through the qualifiers was no less powerful than winning the Worlds. To you each win was just as important.

Your music fades as you hold your pose for a second before aimlessly ambling back to the edge of the rink. A movement catches your eye and you look up to see an old friend, Elijah, clapping as he beams at you.

“Been a while,” he greets you with a lopsided grin as you pull an earphone out, letting it dangle across your chest.

Whilst you primarily competed in the women’s single category, you had entered a good handful of competitions in the pairs category with him. You were quite the duo. And he had just as many achievements under his belt as you.

“Indeed it has,” you’re a little out of breath and sweaty but you go to hug him tightly nonetheless.

Embracing him was grounding, you loved the new town and change of pace but the familiarity of him was welcome. You really had missed him.

“You’re a little rusty though,” he takes a verbal dig at you.

“Shut up, I could be in top form in seconds if I wanted to,” you step back and take him in.

He’d let his hair grow since you’d last seen him, a tousled black mess.

“I know you could,” his words are sincere, “how’ve you been?”

The pair of you head off to the lockers.

~

You find yourselves in the Weathervane, catching up on two years worth of life over damn good coffee.

“So you’re here for a local skate comp?”

“Yep, it’s no Olympics or Worlds, but sometimes it’s nice to enjoy the sport when it’s not high stakes, you know? I’m just gonna spectate,” he swirls his drink in the cup, “you should sign up though,”

“Nah, competitive skating isn’t for me anymore,” you wave him off as you watch the people milling around outside, and just then Vlad walks past, he catches your eye and waves with a smile which you return.

“No other reason then?” You eye Elijah with a knowing smirk. He definitely had seen the vampire walk past, and had clammed up. You let out a cackle at him, reveling in his awkwardness.

“Shut up, and I’m not here because he’s helping coach- oh shit, oh shit! He’s coming over, Atikah help, he’s so close- ”

“Atikah! And little Elijah, how nice to bump into you here,” his accent gave you the same comfort as hugging Elijah did.

“Likewise,” you purr, aware of Elijah’s face now beet red, stunned into silence. “You know, I heard there’s a local skate competition, you wouldn’t happen to be coaching?”

“Ah yes, you would be correct,” Vlad’s eyes seemed to light up at the mere mention, “yourselves?”

Just as you’re about to answer Larissa Weems sidles up to Vlad and now it’s your turn to blush furiously.

That damned woman had been on your mind as of late. She was breathtaking, with silky blonde locks always styled in an intricate updo and blue eyes that had you lost, swimming in them. Not to mention those tantalising red painted lips. You swear the colour red was created specifically for that woman because by god did it look amazing on her.

“Hello Atikah,” she cooed.

And her voice! It was soothing and delicate, and unbearably feminine yet commanding. Her English accent was the cherry on top. You could listen to her for hours on end without ever tiring of the sound. You must have been staring in silence for too long because Elijah nudged your leg under the table. Giving you an odd look.

You clear your throat, your cheeks feeling hot, “Larissa! It’s lovely to see you again,” you hope you masked the quiver in your voice.

The smile she gives you has you weak in the knees and you’re thankful for being seated, you simply adore the way her eyes crinkle at the corner and her laugh lines become more pronounced when she smiles. If the gods walked the earth then she was Aphrodite without a doubt.

“You two know each other!? Wonderful, I hate introducing people,” Vlad chimes in, looking between the two of you. Then at Elijah, “this is my boss, Principal Larissa Weems,”

The poor guy only manages to nod not looking at Larissa, his oak brown eyes trained on Vlad and Vlad only.

There’s a stilted silence now and you’re quick to break it.

“We were just talking about a local skating event, Vlad’s coaching and Elijah here is gonna volunteer too,”

“Skating!?” Larissa seems to perk up at the mention. You didn’t know she was interested in it, and now you’re even more intrigued by the woman.

“I was what now?” Elijah interjects, panic beginning to set in his face.

“I have the details, I’ll share them with you, let us grab drinks first. We’ll join you two,” Vlad replies, his tone chipper. “Your usual?” He looks to Larissa who nods before taking a seat next to you.

She slides into the booth stopping when she’s very close to you. Your heart is running wild in your chest.

“So, you like ice skating?” You attempt to make conversation as Vlad heads to the counter. Elijah is completely out of action, too busy watching the man’s retreating from.

Larissa hums out a yes as she shrugs off her coat. Part of a matching set with her dress, as usual she’s dressed to the nines effortlessly. Not that you mind.

You’ve been in Jericho for a few months now; and with Larissa being a regular you quickly became acquaintances and then your crush had formed. Hard and fast. How could it not when Larissa was this ethereal human, she was angelic. Her presence commanded the room’s attention without her having to speak a word. And the confidence she had was intoxicating. If she asked the oceans to part they would obey mindlessly.

A week into working at the Weathervane you had begun to exchange friendly banter, by the second week you’d time your breaks so you’d be able to spend them with her when she visited, the same time everyday. The third week you always seemed to be at the Weathervane, picking up something you’d forgot during your shift just as she would walk in, and she’d always invite you to join her, always choosing to sit next to you instead of across. You never once said no to her. You don’t think you could.

Your coworkers had caught onto your fancy before you had and they teased you relentlessly for it. You felt a chemistry between you but you wouldn’t allow yourself to really believe it. What on earth would an older woman like Larissa Weems see in you? Other than a friend.

That didn’t mean you didn’t notice when she’d place a hand on your arm when she’d laugh at a bad joke you'd made or how she manages to always be served by you. Or how she’d always have her first sip at the counter and sigh in pleasure, saying some variation of how you had made her drink perfectly with a wink. You also noticed how whenever you’d look over to her she’d always be looking at you. But she was just being friendly.

“How’s you and Nevermore?”

“Nevermore is doing just swell, and I’m not too bad myself,” she readjust herself in her seat and you swear she ends up sitting a little closer to you.

“So you know Vlad?” She asks, curious.

“Old family friend, he’s like an uncle to me,” you answer simply.

You engage in some light conversation until Vlad returns with a quad and a hot chocolate, he shimmies in next to Elijah who has now rejoined earth from whatever daydream revolving around the vampire he was having.

“Let’s get to it then,” he claps his hands and procures some papers from his jacket pocket. Elijah startles at this and then remembers how you had thrown him under the bus. He mutters something under his breath, no doubt cursing you, as he rummages for a pen in his pocket and busies himself filling out the coaching form.

“The comp’s a small one, there’s a month until qualifiers then two weeks until the main event!” He skims over the documents, “plenty of time for you to be in top form,” he looks at you with a wide smile.

“Oh, no, I’m not entering- ”

“You skate?” Larissa’s voice is tinged with a little bit of disbelief and dare you say excitement too? She’s looking at you with doe eyes, and childlike amazement.

“No- yes, but no- I- Well, I do. A little-” you begin to fall over your words. You were always humble- your mother would say too humble, where she was parading your achievements as if they were her own, you would graciously accept the congratulations and flowers sent your way.

“Nonsense!” Vlad puts you out of your misery, only to create a new one, “She’s only a worl- ”

“I competed here and there when I was younger,” you cut off the vampire and pray he keeps his mouth shut. He does but he now gives you a knowing look. You hate how he can read you like an open book. During this interaction Larissa looks between the two of you with rapt attention.

“I’ve always loved skating,” Larissa muses, a fond look in her eyes, “you should let me see you skate one day,” she tilts her head to the side a little and regards you through her lashes, leaning in a little. She was intoxicating, like fentanyl- and you’d happily become addicted if she let you.

“The competition would be perfect!”

“My competition days are behind me!” Your voice is a little louder than you had intended and it effectively silences everyone, “Just… I prefer to skate as a pastime,” you hope that takes away the unintentional edge to your statement.

“Sure they are little Attie,” Vlad chuckles, he looks like he’s plotting something. You bristle at the pet name, normally you would like it but Larissa was present and you didn’t want to be embarrassed.

“A shame,” Larissa pouts a little and now you feel bad. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

“I’ll think on it,” you say with your eyes trained on her, she seems to smile at this.

“Done!” Elijah, having been engrossed in the form, finally speaks. Seemingly missing the entire conversation.

Vlad tells him well done and Elijah seems to glow with pride.

“What days is the competition?” You ask quietly.

“Ehm, it’s the first Friday of December,” Vlad reads off of your friend’s form. Leaning in a little to do so, you’re certain he caught how Elijah’s breath caught in his throat. If the little smirk on the vampire's face is anything to go off of.

“Oh,” Larissa pops up ruefully, “I’m always busy in December,”

You absolutely despise the despondent tone in her voice.

Larissa had taken a sip of her drink and hummed in contentment, “as good as always, but I have to say you make it the best,” she shoots you a wink which has you flustered and averting your gaze as another blush creeps up onto your face.

From there the four of you talk about what’s happening in your current life, the inner workings of Jericho and whatever topics you can come up with.

~

Later on that day Larissa sat in her quarters, some nitty gritty detective series playing but she wasn’t paying it much attention. She was looking at her phone, your facebook profile had appeared in her ‘suggested’ (she’d gone onto Vlad’s profile and searched for you) and her finger hovered above the blue ‘add friend’ button.

As per usual you were in her mind rent free, despite your guarded stance she had gathered you were an athlete and had competed at a high level, she wanted to know more. In hindsight it made sense for you to be athletic, given by those very appealing toned legs, and those thighs of yours… Larissa caught herself before her thoughts took a spicy turn.

She decided not to send a friend request. That was too forward - she worried you’d think she was a stalker. Your only mutual friend was Vlad.

If Larissa had sent the request, you wouldn’t have ever seen it anyways. You never used Facebook, it was too boomer-ish. You were more of an Instagram girly.

~

“Meet me at Lake Jericho in 10,” you forgo saying hello to Elijah.

“What?”

“Bring your skates,” you carry on. Not waiting for him to compute what you’re saying.

“Babes, the hotels a 20 minute drive from the lake?”

“Be there in 10 minutes, a second later and I’ll skelp you,”

You hang up. Leaving static ringing in Elijah’s ear.

“That girl, I swear to god,” he starts muttering as he looks for his skates and car keys.

~

It had been just less than a month since you had met Vlad and Larissa at the Weathervane. The cafe had seen an influx of business however, so you hadn’t had any time to skate given you had worked extra to help out. But now you had a few days off and decided to make the most of it.

You hadn’t expected Elijah to actually make the drive in ten minutes yet he did. He was on time. You don’t dare ask how fast he was going on the roads.

“Girl, what the hell is this about?” He’s yelling from the small car park - it’s just a wider part of the road on the grass embankment filled with gravel. It can hold two cars.

“I’ve signed up for the comp,” you holler back at him. You don’t bother watching how he stops mid step, mouth agape and eyes wide.

You pick up a large rock and chuck it onto the frozen lake. You throw a few more all landing in different areas - satisfied with the noise they all make you deem the ice thick enough to skate on.

“I thought you weren’t competing?”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” you call over your shoulder as you take off the guards on your skates and fly onto the ice.

Elijah takes a few minutes to lace up his own skates before he slides up next to you, matching Your pace and tempo as you just glide across the lake’s surface.

“What changed your mind, or rather,” he gives you a pointed look, “who?”

You roll your eyes at him before taking a sharp turn. Leaving him in your proverbial dust.

“She told me she had cleared her schedule for the day of the comp,” you explain once he’s back by your side. You recall fondly how excited she was about being able to go.

“And you’re joining because…?”

You scoff. Must you really spell it out? You had hung out at your flat after your impromptu meeting with the Nevermore teachers, and given him the rundown on your crush.

“Given that I have literally negative rizz,” you look at him expecting him to disagree with you. But he just nods, “ouch. Well, I have no flirting game, and she makes me so nervous but!” You pause for dramatic effect.

“You’re killing me,” Elijah’s tone is flat as he gathers his hair into a stubby ponytail to keep it out his face.

“She’s gonna be there, so I could wow her with my skating! Really grab her attention,” you finish excitedly.

Elijah laughs.

“Whore,” you hiss at him.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” He holds his hands up, “I think it’s a brilliant idea! Obviously you don’t need to worry about the others, you’ll win the comp and her heart,”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you mutter dryly. Before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

You spend the day skating, not really practicing. More just enjoying yourselves and discussing strategies to win Larissa over. Occasionally performing old routines together. Part of you sings out for the thrill of the competition… you could still go back to professional skating. You miss it. Kind of.

The pair of you only stop dancing over the ice once the sun has set and it’s too dark to skate - also the pair of you were starting to get hangry.

You part ways at your cars.

~

You knock on the door of room number 219 and stand back. Waiting for Elijah to answer. You hear shuffling before the latch is undone and the door swings open. The qualifiers had happened earlier in the week and assignments for coaches and such was happening tomorrow. The results were just released.

In the week between your lake session with Elijah and now you’d dedicated yourself to skating and had cleaned your skills up. You weren’t at the level you were during your time competing but you had definitely sharpened up.

“Yo? Attie what’s up? It’s so early?” His voice is groggy and he’s clad in only his top and boxers.

“It’s 3pm, anyways!” You stand up straighter, excited, “I made it!”

“What?”

“The comp, you twat,” you roll your eyes, he was so slow sometimes.

Silence.

A little more silence.

“Oh? Oh!” He hugs you and you’re eager to return it. “Well done!!! But I mean, you qualifying was a given,”

“Some of the others were really good,”

“It’s a town competition, you’re literally a world champion, and you probbaly have the makings to go again for next year,”

“Still,” you hum, you look into his hotel room, the curtains are drawn and clothes are strewn on the floor. Your eyes trail up to the bed where Vlad is slowly beginning to stir.

“Elijah,” your voice is a harsh whisper.

You get a muffled grumble.

“Elijah!” Said more urgently this time.

“What?”

“Vlad.”

“Vlad?” He loosens his hold on you, “Vlad!”

You pull out the hug and hold his shoulders.

“You and Vlad? Are you?”

“…uhm… yes?”

“You lucky motherfucker! How the hell did you manage that?”

“Oh, ha… well uhm…”

At this point Vlad was fully awake and now looking at you. Like a deer in headlights before he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Atikah, goodmorning.” He gets out the bed, thank the gods he has boxers on, and moseys over to the pair of you.

“Good afternoon,” you speak slowly, letting go of Elijah and he shuffles up next to Vlad. “How long?”

“It’s recent, about a week or so,” Vlad answers.

You remain silent for a second before smiling and taking them both into a hug.

“About damn time,”

The three of you enjoy eachothers arms before Vlad plucks himself out of the tangle of limbs.

“What’s the goss?”

“Atikah’s planning on wooing your boss at the skating competition,” Elijah states it so calmly as if commenting on the weather.

You on the other hand feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

“Dude shut up- ”

“Ah! I knew it,” your eyes snap onto Vlad’s, “it’s clear as day you’ve got a thing for her, she’s a lovely woman. You have good taste,”

“You knew? Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,”

You press your lips into a thin line as you slip into your own mind. Did Larissa know?! Oh god. That’s it. You need to move town.

“Goodbye,” you turn tail and take a prompt exit. Leaving the two men sharing confused looks.

~

It’s Thursday, the day before the competition and you’re at the Weathervane pulling in a shift. Covering for a coworker who had taken ill, you knew the other competitors would be cram training but you were confident - and rightly so - in your skills.

You’re busy cleaning something when the bell rings signaling a customer, you don’t need to look up to know it’s Larissa, at her usual time as always.

“Hello again, Attie,” you flush at the nickname as you look up into her eyes. She’s wearing another of her stunning dresses with a complimenting jacket that reaches just above her knees. She has a scarf bundled around her neck and a pair of beige leather gloves shelter her hands from the cold outside.

She had begun using that nickname for you after she had heard Vlad using it. And you loved it, you didn’t have the confidence to do the same for her, but in your head you affectionately called her Rissa. You wonder if she liked nicknames.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Larissa,” you chirp. Already starting on making her hot chocolate. You liked to put an extra scoop of the powder in for her. It was your little secret.

“Am I not allowed to drop by to see my darling dearest?” She purrs.

You can’t fight the blush on your face, “I suppose you are,” you watch the milk as you steam it, “looking forward to tomorrow?”

“I can hardly wait,” the enthusiasm and eagerness thick in her voice. You smile at this, it was so sweet and endearing.

You pour the milk into a mug. “On the house.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to- ”

“I know, but I want to,”

You hold the mug out to her and she takes a moment, slowly pulling her gloves off to reveal slender fingers. Her hands brushing over your own as she takes the cup, your breath catches in your throat at the contact and Larissa notices. She sends you a sly smile as she lifts the cup to her mouth and takes a drink. Purring with satisfaction as she feels the warm liquid travel through her chest.

“Divine as always, Atikah,” she sends you a wink before taking her seat, your eyes never leaving her. You could swear she puts a little more sway into her hips.

“Lovesick,” you jump as you hear Tyler lean into your ear and whisper.

“I am not,” you grumble. Only earning a laugh in response.

You look back over to where Larissa has sat down and find her gazing at you already, her eyes intense with some sort of emotion you can’t quite place. You offer her a shy smile before you have to tear your gaze away to greet another customer who had just walked in. Larissa’s eyes don’t leave you.

~

No matter what level you were competing at, you were always riddled with nerves and some nausea before it commenced. You had turned up at the allocated time and started to warm up with the other competitors. Your mother had somehow caught wind of your participation - Vlad blabbed. And was standing down with the coaches in the benches.

You were wearing an old costume. It wasn't anything extravagant but it was eye-catching. And fitted very nicely to your figure. Although right now it hid under an oversized hoodie you’d stolen from Elijah many years ago.

You let yourself come to a natural stop as you watch your mother conversing with Vlad and Elijah. You hadn’t really talked to her much since you had retired. And to be honest you could do without talking to her. However, ignoring your mother wasn’t a smart move. Sooner or later you’d have to greet her.

Shaking your head lightly you start to skate again, being mindful of the others as you let your body make the decisions, performing any old jump or turn it felt like. In no time you were back in a state of calmness - the ice was your home at the end of the day.

An announcement is called over the tannoy and everyone slowly heads off the rink. Making their way over to their coaches for last minute advice. You scan the bleachers that have started to fill, looking for a certain blonde woman. In no time you find her, it’s hard to miss her towering stature. And suddenly you’re nervous for an entirely different reason. You pray that you don’t fall on your face when you’re performing. You slip off the ice before Larissa has taken her seat, before she can spot you.

You had managed to get Elijah as your coach, meaning he got an easy out to spend more time with Vlad and help coach his participant. You head over to him, and consequently your mother, the vampire had disappeared over to the young man he was assigned.

“Surely this competition is below you?”

“Hello to you too,” you shoot back wryly.

Elijah just looks between you awkwardly.

Your mother just gives you a strained smile before standing at the glass on the edge of the rink as the men’s single category starts.

The competition isn’t huge but it’s not small. The men’s category finished soon and then it’s the women’s single. Followed by the pairs. The whole time you watch Larissa, all though there was a fair distance between you, you could make out her expression. And it warmed your heart when it filled with glee, a huge grin on her face that never left. She was completely and truly captivated by each and every performance. Clapping with enthusiasm.

Before you know it, the junior women’s singles is over, and it’s onto the senior women’s.

“Did you tell Larissa you were competing?” Elijah leans in, whispering quietly.

Your mother had moved back next to you, still standing with perfect posture. Scrutinising each and every skater, making underhanded comments. Some things never change.

“No, and I’m nervous… like really nervous,”

“You’re fine, you’ll ace it like you always do,”

“Thanks Eli,” your voice was sincere.

You fall into silence.

“Do you think I’m a dick?”

“Sorry what?” Elijah chokes on his water bottle.

“I mean… I won the World’s, I don’t wanna rob someone of their medal here… it is a small town event,”

“Nah,”

“Nah? I think I’m a dick,”

“Nah, you’re just… wanting to step back into competing, slowly. And this is your first step,”

“Okay…” you’re not convinced. And guilt begins to eat at you.

~

“Next up, we have…” the announcer pauses for a second, a hush falls over the crowd, “the Atikah Karnstein?” He sounds confused.

You look at Elijah before standing up and heading to the rink. Your transition from walking to skating is fluid and you seem to just float onto the ice. In that moment you enter a focused mode you haven’t been in since you performed at the World’s and took home gold.

~

Larissa stilled when she heard your name, and her eyes blew wide as she watched your form enter the ice rink. Around her she heard whispers.

“The Atikah Karnstein?”

“Like as in Thalia Karnstein’s daughter?”

“Apparently her mum never won gold, and pushed her daughter to do it… since she couldn’t,”

“What’s a world champ doing here?”

“I’ve always wanted to see her perform, she retired before I could!”

Larissa looked around, soaking in the snippets she was hearing about you. Surely not? Surely you would have told her you were a professional? And one of the best by the sounds of it.

Before she can think more on it the music starts and her eyes are focused back on you. Her heart in her throat with anticipation. And that’s when she noticed just how lovely your dress fit you… you looked like some kind of angel? No, not quite right, a siren more like. An enchantress, and Larissa was certainly enchanted. She was enchanted the day you had had her order ready for her the second she had reached the counter.

She can’t tear her eyes off of you, she doesn’t even dare to blink. You navigate the ring with grace and elegance. Flying through the air with ease. Larissa’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she becomes ensnared in you. Your face is lax, almost melancholy as you let the music seep into your bones and lead your dance.

You make eye contact with her and time seems to freeze. Larissa gasps audibly, eyes wide. Then suddenly you’ve taken to the air off of the outside edge of your left blade. Your body twirls in the air, once, twice, thrice, four times, and then… a half rotation. You land with force but you make it look featherlight, the outer edge of your right blade hits the ice first as you now face the other way, soaring across the ice.

All around her the crowd erupts with such a strong fervor Larissa jumps in fright. Before breaking out into a cheer for you. She loved skating but didn’t know much of the technicalities.

You block out the screams and applause as you sink to your knees not losing momentum, you lean your entire body back, your eyes close and your arms stretch above your head as they trail across the ice behind you, it looked as if your wrists had been tied to a bedpost… it was sensual and to Larissa, arousing. You come to a gradual halt. You hold the pose for a second before rising slowly. You're back in the middle of the rink facing the judges, and only once you’ve bowed and left do you rush into Elijah’s arms screaming with joy.

What you had failed at the World Championships you had completed at a small town competition. So many emotions run through you that you fail to realise Larissa had left her seat and had made it down to the benches within seconds. She stands to the side letting you celebrate with Elijah.

It’s then that she notices a woman, in her early sixties by the looks of it and the spitting image of you. She had aged gracefully and held a serene look on her face. That must be your mother, and she sees now where you got your beauty from.

“What the actual fuck Atikah!!!”

Larissa is drawn from her musings by Elijah screaming over the still ongoing applause that had taken over the stadium.

“Where did you pull that quad axel from?”

“I don’t know! But I did it!” You look like you’re about to burst from excitement. Chest heaving as you hug Elijah again.

The crowd had settled and the next skater was called up. But no one in your group pays attention.

By now Vlad has made his way over next to Larissa. He quietly explains everything and Larissa is in another state of shock, her eyes wide as saucers as she looks at your form. He then pressed a bouquet of flowers, that he had been hiding behind his back, into Larissa’s hands.

“For your little swan,” is all he says before walking over to you and sweeping you into an embrace.

Once he set you down and congratulated you, you looked up to where Larissa was sitting to find her seat empty. You frown a little before a hand is on your shoulder and spinning you around.

You come face to face with the one and only Larissa Weems.

“Hi,” is all you manage to say. A blush taking over your face.

“Absolutely divine,” is all she can say before offering the flowers to you. Then she leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek. Leaving a perfect red lipstick stain in the shape of her lips. Larissa’s quite proud of her mark on you. Clear as day for anyone to see.

You’re left speechless before you accept the flowers then rope her into the tightest hug ever. You do have to go onto your tiptoes as best you can, the skates only add so much to your height and Larissa is very tall. Her arms feel so right wrapped around you.

When you break the embrace Larissa has an ocean of questions but you silence her and lead her, hand in hand, to the edge of the rink so she can have a front row seat. You overhear your mother saying something about a flight she has to catch, vaguely you think you hear her congratulate her in her own way - ‘there were a few turns you need to work on, but overall it was good. Tidy up that quad axel though’ that was as much of a praise you’d ever get from her. You’d take what you could.

As the competition went on you would whisper into Larissa’s ear, explaining each jump, each turn, give little comments, and explain the judges' scoring process.

Larissa was still captivated by the participants, but she caught herself looking at you more, she adored how you would talk to yourself. Encouraging each and every competitor. Your sportsmanship was truly admirable.

At one point Larissa had caught you shivering and had slipped her coat over your shoulders. It drowned you, but you looked adorable as you wrapped it around you tighter.

~

The competition ends by early evening, there’s an interval whilst scores are added and the podium is set up. You had managed to slip away in that time and talk to the judges.

Before the first category winners were to be announced, they relayed your message.

“We are honoured to have had a special guest appearance from the 2021 Ice Skating World Champion for the Women’s Singles, Atikah Karnstein,” a round of applause rippled through the arena. The announcer waited for it to die down, “without further ado, we will start the award ceremony,”

They continued the speech with the usual, thanking everyone and such. Elijah looked at you as you rejoined them, taking your place next to Larissa who absentmindedly wraps an arm around your waist. You leaned into her side buzzing with joy.

“Cleared your conscious?” Elijah asks.

“Yeah,” you answer loosely, too busy nuzzling closer to Larissa.

As the awards are given out, Larissa turns to you, a coy smile playing on her lips. This seems like the perfect time.

“Let me take you out for dinner tonight,”

You look at her dumbfounded. Was this really happening? Was Larissa Weems, the woman of your dreams, asking you for dinner? Little old you?

“A date,” she seemed to read your mind.

You don’t answer her, you just pull her down and crash your lips into hers. Larissa’s entire being consuming you.

You felt like you were on top of the world when you had stood on that podium at the World’s, a gold medal hanging around your neck, it’s weight pressing the blue ribbon into the back of your neck, your country’s flag draped over your shoulders. Roses upon roses being tossed at you as cheering rung in your ears.

But here, right now. Kissing Larissa was better than gold could ever be.

~

AN - et fini. Congratulations if you made it this far! <3

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

[rinriya]

BG3 ending (spoilers)

I finished BG3. And I.. I'm so devastated right now. Not in terms of relief or "oh, such a good game has come to an end, idk what to do next", I just don't understand what happened. I am disappointed. I need to speak out. Otherwise I feel like I can burst into tears because of indignation.

And I beg DON'T READ THE POST FURTHER if you haven't reached the end. There will be plenty spoilers. DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE GAME.

So. Is this really the end? Is this… what we've been so actively waiting for 3 years? Maybe there will be DLCs no less than another full-fledged act? Otherwise, I cannot understand what was the point MC to do all of this?

I.. damn, this is hard. I waited so long for this game, but now I criticize it. Okay, phew. I'll get myself under control. Phew. Sorry.

We were promised different outcomes, different endings, many choices. But what did we actually get? You either save Orpheus (the Emperor becomes an enemy), or help the Emperor (Orpheus dies), or you/your companion turns into an illithid. And like.. who cares if you continued to refuse the powers. It's unavoidable in any case. You cannot form an alliance, you cannot win without a tadpole. You are linear in your final choice.

Your companions?

Wyll leaves to Avernus. Karlach returns to Avernus. Astarion can no longer stay in the sun, he begins to burn and therefore runs away. That moment… it broke my heart. My MC romanced him, couldn't he followed Star? Was it not possible to add some extra scenes? It doesn't matter to anyone. He ran away? Well meh who cares. Only Shadowheart says something like "oh, how sad, he can no longer walk in the sun."

I wanted to help him damn it! Both him and Karlach. And Lae'zel too, but game not allowed me to do so, forcing to choose: either the giths fate, or your ally. Choose.

I wanted my friends to live happily even without tadpoles! Why the hell I was saving the world, if my companions can't be happy? For the sake of a good ending, I should have let Stari to perform the terrible dark ritual? Or turn Karlach into a squid? Minsc and Jaheira are just fanservice for old fans. More or less good end has Gale (still with bomb inside him), Shadowheart and the Emperor himself.

And what about all my decisions? Where are their consequences? What happened to the vampire spawns? With a grove? With the forest? With Hell, where we killed a mighty devil?! With the Ironhand clan, who now have a new leader? Larian Studios, was it really so hard to write at least in text about everything that happened? Like in DOS2 at least? Or about our companions future life. At least about them!

It feels like even if I decided to play as pure evil.. there would be no difference, because I just don't know what my actions led to. But I can't play evil, I just can't hurt anyone. Yes, I'm boring person who loves happy endings and when everyone doing great.

BG3 received its fame, glory, attention. Obviously will receive a bunch of awards, because its ratings beat all records, but inside me.. there is just emptiness. I can headcanon a happy ending with Astarion, truly free Lae'zel, who will be no longer chased by Vlaakith's servants and Karlach with repaired heart. But it will all be in my head. Not in the game. Baldur's Gate 3.. is like a beautiful (really beautiful) wrapper, but the candy inside turned out to be simple and not very different from the others.

I'm sad. Very sad. And I'm sorry for this flow of words. I had to speak out. Now I feel a bit better. I really want to hear your opinion, because now I'm mentally hurt. I obviously triggered the high expectations for this game and get a painful kick for that.

#baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 mc #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 wyll #baldurs gate 3 gale #baldurs gate 3 laezel #baldurs gate 3 karlach #baldurs gate 3 emperor #gale #astarion #wyll #shadowheart #laezel #halsin #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #karlach #astarion romance

[ykiwrite]

golden rush

description: breaking down your and jenna's golden globe awards

words: ~1.4k

warnings: none?

Sound of black nails continuously colliding with the table underneath kept you on your toes.

Well, it did for the first ten minutes.

Now it's merely a background noise.

Jenna was devoted to the computer screen that was unhealthy-distance close to her face. Folded in the chair, she found strange comfort, with head on her knees and arms trapping them. She didn't move since the nominees broadcast began. With occasional remarks of "ha, i knew it", if the guess was correct.

"You already know you're gonna get it. So stop stressing out. We don't need next 'big thing' retiring early 'cause of stress." You said fully assured.

The obvious success of Jenna's shows, movies, even her appearance brought an enormous amount of spotlight. Less to you, more for her. Although sometimes, with the very few facts known to the public about you, it felt pressuring enough just being by her side. Let alone be in her position.

You can't really wrap your head around how she deals with thousand pair of eyes prying on her daily. Just like vultures circling above her head. It was fair she feels the way she does right now. Nervous, scared, debating if this career was worth it. You did voice the concern, of course. Her answer stayed the same each time. It went like;

"You know, i'm not alone. I got you so it's not that bad as you make it sound."

or

"It's whatever. That's not more important than you."

Maybe if she was less of a hopeless romantic it would be better. But who are you to argue if it keeps her steady? Not that you are against it either.

Still, she was going through a deadly combination of overthinking and overanalyzing. Knowing well how 'Wednesday' skyrocketed, she was a guaranteed nominee for Golden Globe. It appears only you saw it that way. Fully carefree while she was timidly cracking her fingers.

"It's starting, come here." She rushed you to your feet.

Taking a stand behind her slouched form, you wrapped your arms over the shoulders. Giving her excited shake, you said " You are gonna do it. I know it."

"Why are you so sure?" She asked, turning her head to give you a wondering stare.

"I called headquarters. It's all set for your win." Laughingly, you admit the lie.

"Yeah, shut up."

If anyone were to enter your apartment right now, they would do immediate 180. First thing to encounter would be two people in the middle of the room in complete darkness, except the screen.

All ears were on the presenter's voice. Time was closing in. The sacred envelope in his hands to be unwrapped will determine the rest. By how unusually still she became, it felt like hugging a lifeless body.

You closely watched the host preparing for reveal as you angled your face near her ear. Ready to match your own voice with one coming out of speaker. "And the nominees for the category of The best actress in a television series are..."

"Jean Smart"

She sighed with a trace of regret. Her hand lost the grip on you. On the contrary, you weren't discouraged.

"Our next nominee on the list is..."

Aligning your breath, like you knew from beforehand, you whispered "Jenna Ortega". Clearly matching with the presenter, Jenna wasn't sure whose voice she heard until scenes from her own roles were shown. Signifying it was truly her.

Backing up a few steps, you opened your arms and claimed "I told you!"

Jenna was peeking at you through fingers covering her face. A smile she couldn't contain was passing the barrier. It was worth it in the end.

Coming back to where you left, inviting her into an embrace with sheer care. "I'm so proud but you already know that." You refreshed her memory and linked your foreheads together. She had her eyes closed so she had no knowledge of you secretly admiring her.

A romantic moment was cut short by the sound of her phone going off. "You should answer." Hesitant to pull away but thinking of how many people are currently wishing their congrats. You gave her a nudge towards the table.

"I should?" she asked teasingly. Moving away from you, she grabbed her phone and put it on silent. Not bothered with replying. Lastly, exiting the broadcast.

With folded hands, you watched her pace around in overjoyed manner. "First, we will celebrate. Then, you know what we're gonna do?" She asked pointing a finger at you.

Shaking your head instead of saying no, as expected she provided the answer. "We are on a hunt for your red carpet looks."

Not wise enough about what to say right now so you muttered out a confused "Why?"

"You're my date for the red carpet," Jenna told nonchalantly. Making her way over to the kitchen on a mission to grab a drink.

"Oh. No. There's no way i can go Jenna." You pointed at yourself, "I'm not famous. Besides, i can be on the sideline. Cheering on like i usually do on these events."

Half of her face blocked by the fridge door, she raised her voice so you'll be able to hear. "I won't force you but just know i really, really want you to be there in front lines with me."

Slightly taken aback by her statement, it made you weigh out options. How awful could it be? You know Jenna consistently tries to keep you out of the eyes of the media. Maybe you could thank her by being there. However, it's naturally impossible to stay unknown forever. Also, it's her first time on Golden Globe. Your arrival would break the internet definitely.

"I don't know. I mean, those paparazzi, the press. You know how they are the best. They will eat me alive." Letting your worries get the best of you.

"No, no, no." Handing you a wine glass that landed with a quick kiss on the head. "Don't go there. When was it ever important what they think?" she questioned with a heartfelt tone.

Sitting down she pulled the chair closer to you. With her legs crossing she persisted, "I just think we would kill it. Imagine the headlines," as she used her hand to point out in the air, "top ten couples right now."

Rolling your eyes you pushed her backwards. Realistically saying "Mhm, and the next thing you know they break up month after."

Pouring a wine, she gave you a side eye. "Well, if you're serious about not going i'll still have to take someone with me. Emma probably."

She knew what she was doing to well.

With a click of tongue, you gave in. "What's the carpet theme?"

Stepping out of the obscure dimness and privacy of the black fancy car wasn't something you're accustomed to. Shielding your view from the sun and brightness caused by this event. It was overwhelming. Right, no idea how she deals with this regularly.

You'd much rather watch the livestream from the serenity of your home. No need for the first hand experience but it is what it is.

Grabbing Jenna by the hand so you can secretly confess before all the high-end equipment and lunatic lip readers are on you.

"I'm not made for this Jenna."

Beaming at the sight of you, she fixed accidental wrinkles of the dress. "Me neither but we'll be fine. If it gets too much we'll step aside like i promised."

The lady led you down the arranged route that was getting more frantic with each step. Cameras were piling up just like people, staff, and press did.

Jenna's name repeatedly called over was more prominent now that you're closer to the center. Here and there you could point out your own.

"Wait, hold on." Her voice was barely registered by you thanks to shutters setting off. She reached for you to let an offer out there.

"Since we talked about edits you watch nonstop, you know what we could do?"

The distracting sounds and cheers grew stronger which added to the thrill.

"You would never do that Jenna." Thinking she's brought up the plan you made while you were drunk at home just to get a kick out of you.

She did to your surprise. The brief action of drawing you in for a kiss in front of the mass suppressed everything that made you upset.

A lover's smile spread from left to right made the room spiral into madness.

"We really did it."

"I won't let them get used to this, don't worry. I got you," she pledged connecting your arms as one.

You were, without a doubt, a topic of the day.

notes: listen there was this lovely heavenly idea but did i write it out good? not really, this looked 10x better in my head but if u still read it i owe you 🖤💌

*kept writing golden globus instead of globe, i hope i fixed all of it

#jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #this is officially my downfall im retiring/hj #whoever prayed for it its working

[starcrossedxwriter]

Oscars Night Part 1 (MBJ/Famous Black OC)

A/N: Warning - NSFW… My favorite Black power couple are back at it againnnn… took some creative liberties with this one lol but hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to be tagged! There is a part 2 with Charlotte's win but I wanted to start with MBJ.

***

"Welcome back to the 96th Academy Awards. And now to present the Academy Award for Best Director, please welcome two-time Oscar winner Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan." 

Charlotte forced her face to remain relaxed with a bright smile despite the nerves coursing through her as she glided up to the mic. She was far more nervous than she should have been for a category she was not even nominated in. And it was not because of the bright lights, sea of her peers, or the millions of people watching that she could not see. No, it was because who won this category would be a defining moment in her life.

She took a deep breath and pushed her long hair behind her ear before smiling and reading her lines. “As actors, we know that our work would mean little without strong visionaries at the helm. Our directors set the tone for our work and are tasked with bringing complex stories and characters to life and creating new worlds for us to escape to. Whether we are watching a coming-of-age story or a man fighting his past both in and outside of the ring, these five directors brought to life stories of joy, grief, heartbreak, and compassion. Their innovative visions for their films created both windows into the lives of people we may never know, and mirrors into our own lives so we may better know ourselves. Here are the nominees for Best Director.” 

Charlotte waited as the lights dimmed and the video started playing a scene from each nominee’s film. She wasn’t listening really until she heard it, the performance she really cared about it, the one she prayed with her all might would win one of the biggest awards of the night. "Michael B. Jordan, Creed III.” She listen to the short snippet of Michael and Jonathan’s fight on the beach from the film, which remained - even a year later - one of her favorite scenes. She wished she could see his face in the darkness, from his seat on the front row, she knew he absolutely hated watching himself back. Her mind allowed her to be transported back to the moment right before this. 

"You ready?" She whispered to him during the commercial break, only having a few moments before the showrunners would whisk her backstage to fulfill her role as a presenter. She had not really wanted a role at all, except the one of a doting and supportive wife, but the world had other plans. When the original presenter for the award fell through, the Academy called Jordan and asked her to step in. It was not ideal as her husband was nominated, leading to a true test of their cardinal rule: their relationship would never interfere with work. 

Charlotte immediately informed her husband, letting him know that her intention to politely decline. She did not want to announce the award because, while she felt he deserved to win (and voted as such), statistically, he had a 20% chance. She had been in his shoes before, knew the odds were never truly in anyone’s favor when it came to award shows, and would rather sit beside him and support him whichever way the wind blew. 

Michael, on the other hand, couldn’t have disagreed more. He insisted she accept, citing that cardinal rule they had always abided by since they started dating nine years prior. This was work and presenting at the Oscars was a promotional opportunity. And he knew Marvel would not appreciate her turning down an opportunity to promote her recent project, the Marvels. She could not say no simply because of his feelings. He also believed that he would rather hear the news, either way, from his wife. Charlotte did not necessarily agree with his logic but who was she to argue with him? It was his night after all and this was what he wanted.

Michael kissed the back of her hand. "Babe, stop stressing. I am not as worried as you and I am the one nominated," he chuckled. Charlotte narrowed her eyes at the way his hand gripped and released the meat of her thigh, exposed by the high split in her dress, a tell that he was similarly riddled with anxiety.

"Yea and I am sure you aren’t nervous at all," she retorted, pointing at his active hand and jiggling leg.

He sighed, "I just don’t want to get too caught up in it, you know? You said so yourself… shit doesn’t really change. Being one of the only sports movies nominated is an honor in and of itself. So many directors and actors don’t win this shit anyway so if I don’t, I’ll move on.”

Charlotte could not disagree with him there, she understood all of this too well. In 2018, she became the first black woman to win two Oscars in one night for Best Song and Best Actress, cementing her place as the youngest EGOT winner in history. And while it was a moment she had dreamed about her entire life, aside from the phone ringing a bit more, nothing truly changed. The work was still the work and people did not treat her any differently. 

"Well just know that whatever name I read up there, you are the best director to me," she offered as security came to transition her backstage. She placed a kiss to his cheek and lips before heading to get mic’ed up.

Charlotte’s hand trembled slightly as the lights came back up and the camera’s transitioned back to her. This was it, the moment of truth. "And the Oscar goes to…"

It took a moment to open the envelope and pull the card out. She read the name twice just to ensure she wasn’t hallucinating, unable to stop the gigantic smile that spread across her face or the tears that started to fall earnestly. “Get on up here, husband.” She laughed, the entire crowd immediately erupting in cheers. “Michael B. Jordan, Creed III.” 

Loud cheers filled her ears and the crowd rose to a standing ovation as Michael made his way up to the stage. It took a minute as he gave a quick round of hugs to a couple of their friends who sat along the way to the stage. 

Charlotte could barely see through the tears that clouded her vision by the time he was in front of her. Michael did not care about the golden statue in her hand as he swept her up into a hug and deep kiss, the audience also forgotten until a wolf whistle and whooping filled their ears. To him, this moment was well worth the anxiety he felt for the last week at the idea of her saying someone else’s name. This was more than he could have hoped for. 

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered as she broke away from their hug and kissed him softly again. He squeezed her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her ring finger, their signature move. She quickly moved off to the side to stand out of the shot so he could give his speech. 

He stood there stunned for a moment, staring down at the statue and over to his wife. He truly had not thought he would win. So few directors receive the honor in their lifetime, let alone for their first movie. And a sports movie at that? He was shocked to be nominated. He truly had simply enjoyed the journey of being a nominee and was resigned to being nothing more. He had not even written a speech just in case. However, tonight was simply further proof that the only person ever putting limitations on his dreams was him. Tonight, he held the highest honor one could receive in his profession in his hand and it filled him with a pride he had never known. 

"Wow… Els… this is something else. Um… first I want to thank God, without him I wouldn’t be able to be here and do what I love day and day out. I want to thank my parents, who made it possible for a young man from  New Jersey to be in and make movies and make it to this stage tonight. You both always encouraged me to follow my dreams and my passions, I’ll never be able to repay you for that." There was a light applause and cheering at the heartfelt tribute to his parents.

"I want to thank everyone involved in this project - from the entire crew to my amazing cast, particularly Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, Jonathan Majors, and Mila Davis Kent - I wouldn't be up here without you all. Thank you for putting your heart, soul and dedication into this project and showcasing the importance of vulnerability, love, and family in this film. Thank you to every director who has inspired me and helped me in this journey… Ryan, Stephen, Denzel… you all gave me so much insight and support throughout this process and I couldn’t be more appreciative.  

"Lastly… I want to thank my wife, the love of my life, mother of my children. Els… whew," he paused as a wave of emotion hit him. He turned away from the audience to look at Charlotte, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Everyday with you is a gift and a blessing. From the day I met you at a chemistry test for Creed to today, you’ve pushed me to be the best version of myself, to take risks, and to chase dreams that felt impossible. You love so fiercely and with your whole soul and that has sustained me through it all. My greatest role in this life is being your husband and partner on screen and off.” He paused and gestured to the award and said, “When I think about what Adonis Creed and this franchise have brought to my life, the first thing I think is that it brought me to you. And for that, I’m forever grateful. I love you to the moon and back a hundred times over again, honey bee.” His voice broke slightly as he voiced his immense admiration for his wife, who could not try to hid the tears streaming down her face even if she wanted to.  

"Thank y’all!" Michael raised the small statue up before walking toward Charlotte.

 ***

“Damn I’m exhausted,” Michael muttered as he unzipped Charlotte’s jumpsuit in their hotel room. He was happy they decided to just stay in their hotel for the night, his parents having offered to babysit. The drive back to their house at 4 am would have been hell after all the liquor the pair had at the two Oscars after parties. 

“I knowwwww. You were the life of the party tonight. Didn’t realize you could party that hard at your age, old man,” she teased causing him to chuckle. 

“You weren’t calling me old man last night,” he joked. 

“Hate you!” She called from the bathroom as she hung her jumpsuit up in its garment bag. “Law already sent me a couple photos from the Vanity Fair red carpet. Said people are calling us the best dressed couple of the night. But I really want our photo booth photos from Jay and Bey’s. Those were so cute. I think we should get a couple framed for the house.” 

“Whatever you want, baby.” 

Michael shed his clothes and stretched back on the bed. His eyes drank in his wife as she walked around their suite in nothing but her lingerie. 

“Liking the view?” She teased as she grabbed her pajamas. 

“Always.” 

“Well… as an Oscar winner, I recall someone once telling me that you get anything you want.” Michael smiled and nodded as she reminded him of what he told her the night she won. She sauntered over to him and slid down to her knees. “So, what do you want, Mr. Jordan?” 

He slid his boxers down and gestured toward his manhood. He knew he did not have to say it, she already knew. And he knew she would likely enjoy the task just as much, if not more, than he did. 

Charlotte’s mouth watered at the sight. Michael spent a great deal of time worshipping her body during sex, however, she  was a giver too so she loved any excuse to fall to her knees and suck her husband’s dick. She took half of him into her mouth, her tongue rolling over his tip. She savored the taste of him as she moaned around his dick, the vibrations causing a moan to escape his lips. 

She took her time with her task, massaging, licking and teasing the sensitive spots that would elicit the greatest response from the love of her life. People said sex would grow stall years into a marriage. However, Charlotte and Michael found that theirs only continued to improve as they knew exactly what the other needed. 

She took a deep breath before taking him as far as she could into her throat. She relished in the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat and the praise that came with it as she took him as deep as she could. She felt her own desire pool between her legs as she listened to his moans and outpourings of adoration and praise. 

“F-fuck… that’s it baby. Feels so… fucking good,” he breathed, his fingers tangled themselves in her long hair as he fucked her mouth. She loved this part, relinquishing control to him so he could fuck her as he desired. 

And though his wife’s ministrations felt like pure bliss, all he wanted was to be buried deep inside her. He sat up and let his dick fall from her mouth, her lips immediately curling into a cute pout. He knew she was hoping he would cum down her throat but he didn’t want that tonight. 

“I wasn’t doneeeee,” she whined playfully. 

He merely laughed and helped her to her feet. 

“Get on the bed, baby. You said whatever I want, remember?” 

She could not and would not argue with that. “How do you want me then, love?” She knew the answer before it left his mouth. 

“You know what I want, baby. Deep arch like I like it.” 

Charlotte could’ve orgasmed right then and there at the command in his voice. She immediately moved and got on all fours on their bed, assuming his favorite position: face and chest down, ass up. She moaned as she felt a featherlike touch against her clit. 

“P-please,” she whimpered, her need for him to stick something in her growing to painful levels. 

“What do you want, baby? Want me to fuck you?” 

She nodded fervently, her need clear in every syllable. “Y-Yes… please. I need you.” 

As she felt him line himself up with her entrance, she almost willed him to ram it into her. She gasped and buried her head deep into the bed as he pushed into her. Her fingers clutched the white comforter tightly as she felt him fill her, a feeling that never got old, a high that she would chase day after day after day. 

“You like that baby?” He asked as his hips started a relentless pace as he fucked her. 

She could barely formulate words to answer him as she got lost in the pleasure he gave her. The only sounds filling their suite were the sounds of his hips smacking into her ass and her constant and loud moans. 

She yelped as he smacked her across the ass, the sharp bite of pain pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm. 

“I said, do you like that?” 

“Y-Yes… fuck… I-I love you so much. D-don’t stop.” 

An unnecessary direction because Michael had no intention of stopping. They could catch up on sleep tomorrow. Tonight? He planned on fucking his wife senseless until the Sun was back shining bright in the sky. After all, an Oscar winner gets whatever they want. 

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friendship test

i watched a glamour friendship test last night and immediately thought it would be sweet and fun if matty and the missus did one. here's that. no warnings or anything, it's just the two of them being really sweet.

Matty reaches his hands out for you, “Come on! It’ll be fun. It’s just you and me. Nothing to worry about.” Matty is nodding, encouraging you to walk towards him, going towards the edge of the canvas and taking your hands in his, pulling you in front of the cameras.

“And a lot of cameras,” you say nervously, reluctantly walking with him, your heart pounding in your chest as you step under the bright lights and the microphones and the three cameras all pointed at the two of you. “I’m going to kill the guys for being late.”

Matty grabs your face in his hands, “It’s not like this will go anywhere. It’s just us having fun. Maybe it’ll be something we can show Attie, one day.”

“And I can tell Attie that you like to drag me in front of a camera against my will,” you say, mentally recalling the dozens of times you’ve been guilted into appearing in music videos and award shows and anything that involved him being in front of the camera. Matty always argued that you made him feel better, and you could never really argue with that. “Okay, okay. Fine. Tell me what I have to do.”

Around the set in Central Los Angeles, producers and production assistants set the scene, giving you and Matty and run down of the types of questions that they’ll ask and how you should respond, guiding you through the twenty-minute process as quickly as possible. Matty is dressed in one of your favorite suits, a nicely fitted beige suit with a white shirt underneath, the shadows of his tattoos poking through the fabric. His hair is slicked back, curling at the nape of his neck. He smiles at you every so often, squeezing your shoulder as you listen intently and try to ignore the way that you were certainly not dressed for the occasion, at least in your eyes. On your lower half was your most comfortable pair of black trousers, a white fitted shirt on your torso. Nothing too outrageous or fancy, you didn’t see yourself becoming the star of the show, today, you anticipated a nice day behind the scenes, maybe a lunch date with your husband, and then off home for the evening to spend the night with your daughter. Matty clearly had other plans.

“Five, four, three, two,” the producer shouted, waving his finger at you on the silent count of one and instructing you to begin.

“Hi! I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the New York Times Bestselling author.”

“And I’m Matty Healy, from The 1975.”

“And we’re doing the Glamour Friendship Test, with a twist,” you say with a smile, squeezing Matty’s hand intertwined with yours as you feel the nerves begin to heat your neck. “I reckon we’ll be quite good at this, don’t you?”

“I’d hope so,” Matty smirks, turning towards you, and the way he’s looking at you makes you forget there’s even a camera rolling, staring directly at you two. “I’ve been more than your friend for a very long time. I should be very good at this.”

“Oh, yeah? Says who?” you smirk, giggling to yourself as you release your hands and wrap your arms around his waist, tucking yourself into his side. Matty’s arms wrap around your shoulders, and he laughs, kissing your head. “You can’t be better than me, I’m the writer.”

“May the best man win,” Matty laughs, shaking his head and releasing you, turning towards the director and waiting for the next direction and question. “Off you go,” he says with a smile, patting your backside as the producers instruct you off and get ready to ask him his first question.

What was your first impression of each other? When did you first know you were in love?

Matty grins, and you can see a bit of heat rising to his cheeks with the thought of how to answer the question. “At thirteen? I thought my new neighbor was unbelievably hot,” he laughs, the entire room erupting in giggles as you shake your head. “I just remember thinking that Y/N was really nice, and that I really wanted to get high in the backyard because she had this huge tree back there. All the guys came over and we just sat around talking about it. She must’ve seen us staring through the window and invited us over. We were proper delinquents, showing up at her house and introducing ourselves to her parents and hiding a joint in our back pockets. We all sat around the tree and got high and talked, and we’ve been friends ever since.” His smile is so soft and genuine, and you think about that memory fondly. “I’ve known I was in love a handful of times. How could I just narrow it down to one?” Matty smiles at you as your cheeks burn with blush. “Most recently, I walked in from the studio to see Y/N dancing around to one of my songs with our daughter in the kitchen. Our daughter is at the stage where she likes to dance around and that’s what they were doing, and I just watched them for a few minutes. I just thought to myself, I can never be more in love than I am, right now. That wasn’t the first time, the first time I knew was when I was sixteen, but I like that story way more.”

Quickly, you wipe away the tears on your cheeks and move from your spot behind the cameras, allowing the stylists to adjust your hair and makeup while the producers tell you that you’re going to answer the exact same questions. Matty smiles at you with folded arms, checking his phone quickly to see where the rest of the band and their manager is. Going through all your memories, you try to sort out the one of your very first impression, thinking very hard to what you thought before you had a crush on him. “Quite lame that I have to say my first impression of Matty was that I found him very cute and had a crush on him. I’d seen him at school and things, you know, but we’d never spoken. My parents brought me to the house, and he was outside with his father, and I thought I would just perish knowing my school crush was my neighbor. Matty was just the nicest thirteen-year-old, probably because he thought I was cute,” you say, trying to ignore the way Matty laughs in the background, “but when I was in my room, I saw him and the guys eyeing the tree in my backyard. I felt like that was my way in with them, so I invited them out there with me. It’s been history ever since.” Matty smirks when you suck in a deep breath, knowing the story you’re about to share. “I knew I was in love with Matty when I was sixteen, I think. I had fallen asleep on his bed after talking to him about things going on at school, and he turned the lights off and covered me up with a blanket and laid with me. I knew I was in love with him because of how much I could feel my heart in my chest when he did those things, but because he never expected more of me, ever. He was the only one I ever wanted to tell all those things to, as well. I just felt like, that’s the most love anyone could feel at sixteen, and I felt it for him.”

Matty walks onto the canvas and circles his arms around you, kissing your cheek over and over. “I love you,” he whispers into your ear, holding you tightly as the producers adjust for the next shot.

Stare into each other’s eyes for three minutes.

“Easy, I do this all day every day,” Matty boasts confidently, smiling to the camera as he turns and faces you, his hands coming to cup your cheeks.

“You do not stare into my eyes for three minutes, without talking, every day, Matty. Don’t lie.”

“Our daughter has your eyes, so actually, I do. I stare into your eyes every time I look at her.”

“You’re insufferable,” you say, willing your eyes not to well with tears. Matty is just so good at saying things that will make your heart swell to the size of a balloon in your chest, knows just what you need to hear. He always says things that make you realize just how much he loves you, even if he doesn’t intentionally mean for it to. Matty grins, mouthing, I love you, to you again. “I love you deep in my bones,” you whisper back, and you’re sure they caught in on camera, but staring at him like this, you don’t really care.

Hug for one minute.

“Only a minute?”

“Do you have to comment on everything?” you say exasperatedly, leaning onto your toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, all your muscles immediately relaxing into his touch when his arms circle around your waist and squeeze you tight.

“Yes, I do,” Matty whispers against your neck, his face immediately finding purchase in the crook of your neck and shoulder, kissing your skin delicately. “Our daughter likes to come and stand in between our legs when we hug, like this.”

“Usually, our daughter will squish herself in the middle of us and ask for kisses,” you say, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as the time ticks on. “It’s not very often we get to hug just ourselves.”

“How does it feel?” a producer questions from behind the lights and cameras. Matty moves slightly, adjusting his face so the camera could hear what he has to say. “And your time is up.”

“How does it feel hugging my wife?” Matty grins when everyone nods encouragingly. “Feels like home,” he smiles, returning to his spot in your neck and kissing you sweetly. He can feel the heat in your skin, and he loves complimenting you, making you feel special. He would devote his entire life to it, to seeing you smile and know that you’re loved unconditionally.

Tell each other ‘I love you.’

“I always tell you this, and I’ll tell you until the day I die, or you die, whichever comes first,” you say quietly, your eyes cast on the ground nervously. Matty grabs your cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over your skin and encouraging you to speak only to him, without any worry of who’s around you. “I am very fond of the ground you walk on. I love you, and I love walking beside you, going through life with you. You’re my best friend.”

“I may be all the things in the world that annoy you,” Matty says softly, smiling when he earns a quiet laugh from your lips, “but there has never been another person that loves the way I love you. I love you far more than anyone has ever loved anyone else, a different love than the ones we write about. You’re my best friend. Just don’t tell the guys.”

Matty leans down and kisses you, slowly and sweetly, and for a moment, you forget that you’re standing in front of all these lights, with all the cameras and microphones and everything else. Only you and Matty for a split second, and it’s sweet, to be sharing your love like this.

“Come on, you two! Getting stuck in traffic is bad enough. Now, I have to walk in and see you two making out on the set?” George teases as the band walks into the room, Ross and Adam shaking their heads behind him as Jamie hurries in and introduces himself, explaining the traffic and incident making them late.

Matty turns to you, “Actually, you should probably tell the guys, I’m sick of them getting annoyed when I want to make out with my wife.”

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