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Building a Future in Construction: Interview Tips for Construction Managers

Are you looking to advance your career in construction management? As the demand for construction project managers continues to rise, it’s important to equip yourself with the right interview tips to stand out from the competition. In this article, we will provide you with valuable insights and strategies to excel in your construction manager job interviews. Key Takeaways: Thoroughly prepare for…

[mariacallous]

The Ocean Sciences Building at the University of Washington in Seattle is a brightly modern, four-story structure, with large glass windows reflecting the bay across the street.

On the afternoon of July 7, 2016, it was being slowly locked down.

Red lights began flashing at the entrances as students and faculty filed out under overcast skies. Eventually, just a handful of people remained inside, preparing to unleash one of the most destructive forces in the natural world: the crushing weight of about 2½ miles of ocean water.

In the building’s high-pressure testing facility, a black, pill-shaped capsule hung from a hoist on the ceiling. About 3 feet long, it was a scale model of a submersible called Cyclops 2, developed by a local startup called OceanGate. The company’s CEO, Stockton Rush, had cofounded the company in 2009 as a sort of submarine charter service, anticipating a growing need for commercial and research trips to the ocean floor. At first, Rush acquired older, steel-hulled subs for expeditions, but in 2013 OceanGate had begun designing what the company called “a revolutionary new manned submersible.” Among the sub’s innovations were its lightweight hull, which was built from carbon fiber and could accommodate more passengers than the spherical cabins traditionally used in deep-sea diving. By 2016, Rush’s dream was to take paying customers down to the most famous shipwreck of them all: the Titanic, 3,800 meters below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.

Engineers carefully lowered the Cyclops 2 model into the testing tank nose-first, like a bomb being loaded into a silo, and then screwed on the tank’s 3,600-pound lid. Then they began pumping in water, increasing the pressure to mimic a submersible’s dive. If you’re hanging out at sea level, the weight of the atmosphere above you exerts 14.7 pounds per square inch (psi). The deeper you go, the stronger that pressure; at the Titanic’s depth, the pressure is about 6,500 psi. Soon, the pressure gauge on UW’s test tank read 1,000 psi, and it kept ticking up—2,000 psi, 5,000 psi. At about the 73-minute mark, as the pressure in the tank reached 6,500 psi, there was a sudden roar and the tank shuddered violently.

“I felt it in my body,” an OceanGate employee wrote in an email later that night. “The building rocked, and my ears rang for a long time.”

“Scared the shit out of everyone,” he added.

The model had imploded thousands of meters short of the safety margin OceanGate had designed for.

In the high-stakes, high-cost world of crewed submersibles, most engineering teams would have gone back to the drawing board, or at least ordered more models to test. Rush’s company didn’t do either of those things. Instead, within months, OceanGate began building a full-scale Cyclops 2 based on the imploded model. This submersible design, later renamed Titan, eventually made it down to the Titanic in 2021. It even returned to the site for expeditions the next two years. But nearly one year ago, on June 18, 2023, Titan dove to the infamous wreck and imploded, instantly killing all five people onboard, including Rush himself.

The disaster captivated and horrified the world. Deep-sea experts criticized OceanGate’s choices, from Titan’s carbon-fiber construction to Rush’s public disdain for industry regulations, which he believed stifled innovation. Organizations that had worked with OceanGate, including the University of Washington as well as the Boeing Company, released statements denying that they contributed to Titan.

A trove of tens of thousands of internal OceanGate emails, documents, and photographs provided exclusively to WIRED by anonymous sources sheds new light on Titan’s development, from its initial design and manufacture through its first deep-sea operations. The documents, validated by interviews with two third-party suppliers and several former OceanGate employees with intimate knowledge of Titan, reveal never-before-reported details about the design and testing of the submersible. They show that Boeing and the University of Washington were both involved in the early stages of OceanGate’s carbon-fiber sub project, although their work did not make it into the final Titan design. The trove also reveals a company culture in which employees who questioned their bosses’ high-speed approach and decisions were dismissed as overly cautious or even fired. (The former employees who spoke to WIRED have asked not to be named for fear of being sued by the families of those who died aboard the vessel.) Most of all, the documents show how Rush, blinkered by his own ambition to be the Elon Musk of the deep seas, repeatedly overstated OceanGate’s progress and, on at least one occasion, outright lied about significant problems with Titan’s hull, which has not been previously reported.

A representative for OceanGate, which ceased all operations last summer, declined to comment on WIRED’s findings.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

All in your head || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

A/n: love this request!

Warnings: r is implied to be young, manipulative, controlling Coryo, if there’s anything else lmk

Wc: 564

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The grand hall was adorned with opulent decorations, an extravagant celebration befitting the fifth wedding anniversary of you and Coriolanus Snow. The air was filled with the scent of delicate flowers, and the soft murmur of the Capitol's elite mingled with the distant hum of the city beyond.

It was a spectacle of extravagance, but behind the façade of smiles and enchanting music, your marriage to Coriolanus was nothing more than a carefully constructed arrangement.

"This is ridiculous," you mutter to yourself, hands toying with your necklace as you hear a deep sigh beside you.

"Yeah well, you have no choice," he mumbled, adjusting his cuffs, preparing to step out onto the balcony for an interview broadcasted to all of Panem.

"Let's get this over and done with then," you huffed, smoothing down your dress with practiced grace before the doors opened, and you summoned a well-trained fake smile. Coriolanus, in keeping with the façade of a blissful marriage, rested his hand on your waist, his smile equally forced.

As the camera lights focused on the two of you, the citizens of the Capitol eagerly tuned in to the live interview. Caesar Flickerman, the charismatic host, beamed as he addressed the couple. “Ladies and gentlemen of Panem, we are honored to have Mr. and Mrs. Snow with us tonight!”

Applause erupted as you and Coriolanus exchanged a glance, a look perceived by others as one of love, though the reality was starkly different.

"Y/n, it felt like only yesterday we saw you graduating from the Academy, and now here you are, as gorgeous and powerful as ever as First Lady," Caesar complimented, leaving you slightly off-kilter-a reminder of the day you learned of your impending marriage to Coriolanus.

"Time flies, doesn't it?" You gracefully replied with a polite smile as Caesar chuckled. "Five years of marital bliss, how does it feel?" He directed his question to both of you this time.

You and Coriolanus exchanged a fleeting glance, a practiced smile plastered on both of your faces. "It's been an incredible journey," you replied, your voice measured.

"We've grown together and learned a lot about each other."

Caesar leaned in with a glint in his eye. "Speaking of growth, the citizens of Panem are curious— are there any plans for a little Snow on the horizon? Perhaps an heir to the Snow legacy?"

The questions about children were not new, but the pressure had been mounting over the years. Your father, a powerful figure in Panem, had orchestrated this union to solidify his influence, disregarding any consideration for your personal desires or compatibility.

The marriage had left you with an ache in your heart, and the absence of genuine connection with Coriolanus was palpable. Behind closed doors, conversations between the two of you were few and far between.

tense silence filled the spacious chambers, with occasional glances that spoke volumes but went unaddressed. The thought of children had become a looming cloud, casting shadows over your fragile union.

A polite chuckle escaped Coriolanus's lips, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of discomfort. "Ah, well, we're enjoying our time together for now. The future is unpredictable, but we're taking things one step at a time."

As the interviews continued, the speculation about Coriolanus's fertility surfaced. The whispers in the Capitol's high-society gatherings grew louder, comparing the size of your family to the apparent lack of progeny from the Snow lineage. It became a matter of public curiosity, and the pressure to produce an heir was now a heavy burden on Coriolanus.

Lounging out on one of the day beds, sunglasses perched on your nose, and a book in hand, you felt a figure towering over you. Your eyes move from the words on your page to the figure.

"We need to talk," he declared, his voice firm, as he offers you your robe to which your gratefully take and slip it on your body. The air hung heavy with anticipation as you reluctantly nodded. "Alright." You follow Coriolanus to his study where he closes, and locks the door behind you.

Raising an eyebrow at his odd behaviour he sits down with a loud sigh. You silently sit at one of the seats in front of his desk. Coriolanus took a deep breath, his gaze intense.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, waiting for him to clarify. “How do you propose we do that?” His eyes bore into yours as he spoke, his words carrying an unusual urgency. “Let’s have a child.”

The weight of his statement hung in the air, and you couldn’t hide the surprise etched across your face. “What?” you stammered.

Coriolanus’s jaw tensed, his resolve unyielding. “I said, let’s have a—” “I heard you,” you interrupted with a snap, frustration bubbling to the surface. “But you can’t just decide that on a whim. It’s not that simple.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I understand that, but the longer we wait, the more the rumors will grow. I can’t bear the scrutiny any longer. We need to put an end to this speculation, for both our sakes.”

The cold reality of the situation hit you—the marriage, the façade, and now the pressure to bear a child for the sake of appearances. You couldn’t deny the logic in his words, but the emotional chasm between you and Coriolanus seemed insurmountable.

“I can’t just bring a child into this world for the sake of quelling rumors,” you protested, your voice trembling with emotion. Coriolanus scoffed, “You can, and you will.” His harsh comment made you gulp, your mother’s words ringing in the back of your mind. “Obey your husband,” “Do what pleases him,” and so you did.

It didn’t take long for you to get pregnant. On your sixth wedding anniversary, this time, you held your nearly one-year-old son in your lap, about to announce that you were expecting again.

[lifeinacartoon]

CREATING AUTHENTIC DEAF AND HARD OF HEARING CHARACTERS: A WRITER'S JOURNAL

Introduction

Creating authentic characters in your writing is essential for engaging storytelling, and this includes characters who are deaf or hard of hearing. To craft a character that accurately represents this community, it's crucial to do your research, gain a deep understanding of their experiences, and portray them with sensitivity and respect. In this journal, we'll explore how to write a deaf or hard-of-hearing character, including key information and preparation steps.

Understanding Deaf and Hard-of-Hearing Characters

Research: Start by researching deaf and hard-of-hearing individuals' experiences, challenges, and culture. Read books, articles, and personal stories, and watch documentaries or interviews featuring members of the Deaf community.

Consult with Experts: Reach out to members of the Deaf community or experts in Deaf studies to gain insights into their experiences. They can provide invaluable guidance and help you avoid common misconceptions.

Diversity Within the Community: Understand that the Deaf and hard-of-hearing communities are diverse. Some individuals communicate using sign language, while others rely on lip-reading, cochlear implants, or hearing aids. Be aware of these differences when creating your character.

Character Development

Backstory and Identity: Consider your character's background. Were they born deaf, or did they become deaf later in life? How do they identify within the Deaf community? Understanding their identity and experiences will shape their character.

Language and Communication: Decide how your character communicates. Are they fluent in sign language, or do they primarily rely on lip-reading and spoken language? Their communication style will influence their interactions with other characters.

Cultural Awareness: Explore the cultural aspects of the Deaf community. Understand the importance of Deaf culture, including its history, art, and values. Incorporate these elements into your character's life when relevant.

Writing Tips

Dialogue and Communication: When writing dialogue for a deaf or hard-of-hearing character, be mindful of their unique communication style. Use visual cues, body language, and facial expressions to convey emotions and context.

Access to Information: Consider the challenges your character may face in accessing information. This could involve issues with closed captioning, subtitles, or accommodations in educational or work settings.

Social Interactions: Depict social interactions realistically. Show how your character navigates conversations, group dynamics, and social events within their community and with hearing individuals.

Preparation

Sensitivity Readers: Consider hiring sensitivity readers who are part of the Deaf or hard-of-hearing community to review your work and provide feedback. Their insights can help you avoid stereotypes and inaccuracies.

Learn Sign Language: If your character uses sign language, take the time to learn at least basic signs. This will not only enrich your writing but also demonstrate your commitment to accuracy.

Beta Readers: Seek feedback from a diverse group of beta readers who can assess the authenticity of your character and offer constructive criticism.

Engage with the Community: Attend Deaf community events, workshops, or online forums to immerse yourself in the culture and better understand the perspectives and experiences of deaf and hard-of-hearing individuals.

Creating a deaf or hard-of-hearing character that resonates with readers requires dedication, empathy, and thorough research. By following these steps and embracing the rich culture and diversity of the Deaf community, you can create a character that is not only authentic but also promotes understanding and inclusivity in your writing. In addition, when writing dialogue for your deaf or hard-of-hearing character, remember:

It's important to clarify why, when writing dialogue for a deaf character, you should continue to use structured English grammar and not sign language structured grammar.

Maintaining Structured English Grammar:

Readability: Writing in structured English grammar ensures that the text remains accessible and comprehensible to all readers, including those who may not be familiar with sign language or Deaf culture. It avoids potential confusion that could arise from using sign language grammar in written text.

Universal Understanding: English is a global language, and adhering to its grammar rules allows for a wider audience to understand and engage with your story. Sign language grammar varies between different sign languages, making it less universally applicable in written form.

Respect for the Medium: While sign language is a rich and expressive mode of communication, it is primarily a visual and gestural language. Attempting to replicate sign language grammar in written text can be cumbersome and may not fully capture the nuances of sign language communication.

Balance of Realism and Readability: Striking a balance between authenticity and readability is crucial in storytelling. Maintaining structured English grammar while depicting a deaf character's interactions helps convey the character's experience without compromising the reader's ability to follow the narrative.

As an illustration, consider the following text: Dialogues with Descriptive Sign Language:

Sarah greeted John with a warm smile, her hands moving gracefully as she signed, "Hi, how are you?"

John returned the greeting in sign language, his expressions mirroring his words. "I'm good, thanks. Did you see the new movie?"

Sarah's eyes lit up as she signed back enthusiastically, "Yes, I loved it!"

In summary, using structured English grammar when writing dialogue for a deaf character is a practical and respectful choice that ensures your writing remains inclusive and accessible to a broad audience while still authentically representing the character's identity and experiences.

Furthermore, it's essential to avoid creating a character who is overly perfect or one-dimensional. In real life, we understand that everyone has imperfections and complexities, regardless of whether they are deaf or hard of hearing. Therefore, it's entirely acceptable to depict your character as a villain with a hearing issue if that aligns with your storytelling goals.

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, masturbaiton, unprotected public sex, sexual harassment, mention of blood.

word count: 9.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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3 weeks after Crown Jewel Kansas City, Missouri - 9:30AM

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, while birds sang cheerfully outside. Genesis and Jimmy were peacefully slumbering in their shared hotel room. Jimmy needed his rest before his interviews with his twin brother regarding their tag team title defense, and Genesis was looking forward to spending time with Jade, Liv, and Jackie later on.

Genesis was the first to stir from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She glanced around briefly, only to find Jimmy nestled against her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, snoring contentedly.

She carefully took her phone, trying not to disturb Jimmy, and glanced at the time—nine thirty in the morning. Knowing he needed to be up by twelve thirty for his afternoon interview, she made an effort to slip out of his hold and head to the elevators to prepare breakfast for both of them.

Understanding his nature, she realized he wouldn't easily release her grip as he pulled her closer in his slumber. Genesis let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of how possessive he could be. As she lay there, scrolling through her social media feed, she stumbled upon a message and voicemail from Zilla that sent a chill down her spine due to his ominous threats.

She made an effort to remain unfazed, reassured by the thought that Jimmy would always have her back. It was at that moment she noticed Jey's name flashing on her notifications.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: sooo wyaaa?

She chuckled at the message 

Gigi🤍: still In bed with yo’ clingy ass brother who won’t let me go fix us something to eat before yalls interview

Brothaa💪🏽📍: just push him off that’s what I do

Gigi🤍: then what? Yk how he gets in the morning especially when he’s horny Josh

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aye mans be brick up in the morning and first thing he wants is some coochie from his girl just saying sis 😭😭

Gigi🤍: men I swear 🙄

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he loves you Gigi 

Gigi🤍: ofc and I love him too but he needs to get his big ass up or imma let him starve 🙃

Brothaa💪🏽📍: big boy gotta eat but I’ll you down here hopefully he don’t keep you up there 😭😭

Gigi🤍: probably will we will see in a few minutes but hopefully I’ll be down there 😀😀

She glanced down at Jimmy, who was peacefully slumbering while clinging to her waist, reluctant to let her go. However, hunger gnawed at her, prompting her to make one final attempt to slip away without disturbing his rest. As she finally freed herself from his firm embrace, she quickly wrapped her silky robe around her and snatched her phone, noticing Jimmy stirring slightly in his dreams.

She laughed softly at him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping out the door. As she approached the elevator, she pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. While waiting, she scrolled through her social media feed, eager to catch up on the latest stories and updates from the wweshaderoom page.

As she did so, a voice called her name, drawing her gaze to the figure approaching down the hallway. It was Bianca. They embraced warmly before stepping back from each other.

“Hey girl! I see you snuck out to get something to eat too huh.” Bianca said as Genesis chuckled at her.

“Yes girl, he wouldn’t let me go and I was not about to give him some coochie on an empty stomach.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, Genesis and Bianca stepped in together, eagerly pressing the button for the lobby.

“I know that’s right, I bet you five bucks they finna be texting us in a minute as soon as we leave this elevator.” She said.

Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's possessive nature, particularly when she was not around. The moment she distanced herself, he would transform into a wild creature, desperate for her presence. She shared with Bianca the message Zilla had sent her the previous night while she and Jimmy were nestled together in slumber.

Bianca urged her to inform Jimmy promptly, as he needed to take charge before the situation spiraled out of control. However, she hesitated to share the news, fully aware of Jimmy's unpredictable nature and his willingness to go to drastic measures, even if it meant resorting to violence against Zilla.

She was baffled by his inability to let go and seek out another partner, instead of relentlessly pursuing her and putting her life in jeopardy when he could easily be with someone willing to move on.

The elevators chimed as she and Bianca stepped out, chatting animatedly about the sight of everyone in the lobby enjoying breakfast together. She made her way to the catering area, preparing plates for herself and Jimmy to take back with her before heading to the elevators.

While she was preparing their plates, she sensed a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she was greeted by Jade, who stood there beaming with a smile.

“So girl, when was you gonna tell me you fought Trinity?” Jade asked.

Initially bewildered, Genesis suddenly realized that her conflict with Trinity stemmed from jealousy over how Trinity was all over Jimmy, which infuriated her deeply.

“Oh, girl whenever Jimmy wasn’t all over me.” Genesis joked as her and Jade chuckled with each other, “I’m surprised he let you out instead of getting your back broken into two.” Genesis gave her the middle finger immediately while rolling her eyes.

“Girl, that nigga can wait for some coochie. A girl needs to eat and so does he. Before his interviews later on today we got everything planned for our girls day or what?” Jade nodded her head.

“Yess we got a lot of things planned you gotta spill everything about you and Jimmy girl we need to know everything.” Genesis was aware that her closest friend was eager to learn all the details about her budding romance with Jimmy; they had officially been a couple for nearly a month now.

Genesis and Jade finished preparing their plates, engrossed in conversation about their plans for the girls while Jimmy was off with Jey for interviews. Meanwhile, Genesis couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling from Zilla's threatening messages and voicemail that had come through the night before.

She hoped he would stay away and not disrupt their girls' day by causing a scene, harassing her for spending time with his cousin instead of him. To her, he was not intriguing; rather, he seemed desperate for something unattainable, and his attempts to take it from her left her feeling traumatized.

As she stacked her plate atop Jimmy's and approached the elevators, pressing the button and waiting for the doors to slide open, she sensed someone standing beside her. It wasn't until that person spoke that she acknowledged their presence.

“You must be Genesis right?” Carmelo said.

She turned her head towards his direction, “yeah I’m Genesis who’s asking?” Genesis replied.

“You must not know who I am, I’m Carmelo but everyone calls me Melo.” She gave a slight nod, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes, silently wishing for the elevator doors to open quickly to escape the impending conversation with him. “You single?”

And there it was.

“No, I have a man. He’s waiting on me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “he’s a wrestler?”

What’s with all of the questions?

“Yes, and that’s all you need to know.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she stepped out, with Carmelo trailing closely behind her, while she pressed the button for the third floor.

An awkward silence enveloped them as Genesis shifted uncomfortably behind him, silently wishing he wouldn't pose any more questions for the rest of her stay, but her hope was dashed almost instantly. “I wonder how a pretty woman like yourself is down here by herself.”

“I was fixing him and I something to eat.”

“He couldn’t? Me personally I would’ve let my girl sleep while I go fix us something to eat.” What was his deal? And where was he getting at?

“Well that’s you Carmelo, my man is different and he needs to eat.” She wasn't subtly suggesting that Jimmy was her partner, yet it appeared that Carmelo was eager to meddle in her affairs.

He snickered, “he's probably ugly and not better looking than me.” With a dramatic eye roll, she signaled her disinterest in continuing the conversation. As they reached the third floor, she stepped out of the elevator ahead of him, striding down the hallway and taking a left towards the hotel room she shared with Jimmy.

As she pulled her key card from her pocket and unlocked the door, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Jimmy was showering. Suddenly, she felt a playful slap on her ass, causing her to spin around and find Carmelo grinning at her mischievously.

“The fuck is yo’ issue? Don’t fucking touch me again or I won’t hesitate to get my nigga bro.” Genesis spat.

“Whatever little girl, see you at work.” He responded while walking past her.

With a dismissive laugh, she strode into the hotel room, firmly closing the door behind her. She set the food down on a nearby table before shedding her robe and clothes, making her way to the bathroom where Jimmy was waiting.

As she entered, the scent of his body wash enveloped the bathroom, enticing her closer. She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped in, wrapping her arms around his waist, making him flinch slightly at her unexpected embrace.

Jimmy begins to say, “Girl, don’t do that. Scared the hell out of me.” 

“My fault baby just wanted to surprise you.” Genesis replied with a smile on her face.

Genesis gazed in awe at his striking features, his hair slicked back and glistening with droplets of water cascading down his physique. He turned to her, his hands gliding down her hips, gripping them with a firm yet gentle touch.

“And where was yo’ fine ass at? leaving me like that.” She chuckled at him while trailing her fingers down his tattooed chest. “Was daddy looking for his baby?”

He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, “hell yeah I was looking for you princess, tryna run from this dick huh?”

“Ain’t nobody running baby, I was fixing us some breakfast downstairs. I ain’t scared.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimmy held her legs tightly around his waist, pressing her body against the icy shower wall, where she could sense his arousal pressing against her.

She held onto his neck tightly as he showered her neck with soft, lingering kisses that trailed down to her chest, eliciting soft moans from her at his unexpected caress. “J-Jimmy, Baby.”

“What mama? Can daddy get some hm?”

“You know I’m not gonna deny you, but I want us to eat first before the food gets cold.”

“A’ight then lil mama, we can do that but afterwards imma fuck the shit out of you.” She smiled and nodded while they shared a playful shower, exchanging kisses and flirtatious glances throughout.

—

Jimmy and Jey sat side by side during their interviews, engaging with numerous people about the tag team division in the company and speculating on who might seize the titles from their grasp.

During their conversation with the fans who had inquiries, one fan posed a question to Jimmy.

“Jimmy, do you have a special person in your life right now?” The fan asked as Jimmy and Jey looked at each other.

He truly did, and Genesis was his one and only, the girl who brought a smile to his face every single day they spent together.

“Yes, I do have someone special in my life right now besides my twin brother.” Jimmy replied.

“What is she like?”

Jimmy smiled, “she’s like a breath of fresh air and she calms my spirits down whenever I’m upset about anything and would always be there for me. She's a quiet person that keeps to herself and I loved that about her.” Everyone in the audience was awed at his response about Genesis, which was true that he loved her dearly.

“Do you get to see her everyday and is she pretty?”

He chuckled at the fan, “of course I get to see her everyday and yes she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.” As the interview progressed and more questions about the tag team division were answered, the fan settled in, while Jimmy's thoughts drifted to Genesis. He wondered if she needed anything while spending time with the girls.

Despite the overwhelming thoughts of Genesis swirling in his mind, he remained determined to keep his focus and uphold his professionalism during the interviews and questions.

Once the interviews wrapped up, Jimmy made his way to the locker he shared with Jey, eager to address the issue plaguing his sweats. The thought of Genesis weighed heavily on his mind, feeling like it might just be his undoing. As he approached, he unexpectedly collided with Carmelo, and they exchanged a knowing glance.

“My fault dawg.” Just as Jimmy was about to turn and leave, Carmelo spoke up, grabbing his attention.

“Aye, you know Genesis right?” Carmelo asked.

He raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?”

“She bad as hell ain’t she? Can’t believe someone had cuffed her up.” At this moment, he has captured Jimmy's complete focus, prompting a smirk in response to Carmelo's remarks about Genesis. “Yeah, she is bad as hell. too bad someone did cuff her up.”

“Man who you telling the way her ass was jiggling in that robe of hers I had to tap that.” The moment Jimmy admitted to licking the bottom of his lips while chuckling, his facial expression shifted dramatically.

Why didn’t she tell him about this?

“You wanna repeat that pretty boy?”

“What? That I tap that as—“ before he could even finish the sentence Jimmy delivered a fierce slap to his face, making Carmelo stagger slightly, his expression twisted in anger. “Yo! The fuck is yo’ issue?”

“I’d fucking trend lightly when it comes to my girl dawg, you got me?” That’s when Carmelo realized that Jimmy was indeed Genesis' boyfriend. 

“That’s yo’ girl uce? Genesis is your girlfriend?” He asked.

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl and you over here being desperate for her when she’s already taken so you better move the fuck around.” Carmelo wasn't one to back down, but given their public setting, he needed to maintain a professional demeanor with her.

“Man, whatever dawg.”

He clicked his tongue at Jimmy before striding off, leaving Jimmy to exhale heavily. Frustration simmered within him, both from anger and a longing for Genesis, who was out with her friends, and he didn't want to disturb her night.

As he entered the locker room, he swung the door shut behind him and sank onto the sofa, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers. His impressive eight-inch member sprang up, brushing against his stomach, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He seized his phone, approached the camera, and hit record as he slicked his hand with saliva, rhythmically stroking himself while leaning back into the sofa, lost in thoughts of Genesis.

He imagined her hands gliding up and down his shaft, or the sensation of him thrusting into her throat until she could barely handle it; the thought alone drove him wild. “I miss you baby, fuck.” He emitted a low groan as vivid images of her enveloping him filled his mind, the sensation overwhelming him completely.

He found himself lost in memories of her riding him passionately, her cries of his name echoing in his ears as she pleaded for more, completely consumed by desire—Jimmy cherished the way she would soothe him, gently caressing his head during moments of discomfort and exploring every inch of his body with her tender touch.

He moistened his lips and pulled them in as he hurried along, his hand moving swiftly, leaving his legs trembling with weakness.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy misses you so much.” His body went rigid, and his legs shook with anticipation as he imagined all the things he longed to do with her upon her return.

As he quickened his pace, he could feel himself growing firmer in his grip, his thumb smoothly caressing the tip. A moan escaped his lips, calling out her name, while his body trembled, almost causing him to lose hold of his phone.

His eyes snapped open as a wave of tension gripped his stomach, signaling that he was just moments away from reaching his peak.

“Genesis, oh baby. fuckk.” He whispered softly while quickening his steps, feeling his muscles tense yet staying motionless.

Jimmy's mind was entirely occupied by Genesis, the girl he adores and treats to lavish outings. The one he passionately loves every night, holding her legs high as he hears her call out his name, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. His beloved Genesis.

In the depths of his mind, he could hear her voice echoing back, “you gonna cum for me daddy?” With him responding in a low but deep tone, “y-yes mamas, I’m finna nut baby. Daddy is finna nut for you.” He moaned with a low growl escaping his lips.

He heard it again, “I wanna have your babies daddy, I want them all big daddy.” In that moment, his body reacted as powerful waves of warmth surged from him, sending him into a dizzying state of ecstasy. “Genesis, shiiit, Gigi baby.” A soft whimper escaped his lips as he came down from his high. Jimmy's breaths grew labored, his heart pounding as he sensed the heat emanating from his body.

He halted the video recording and promptly dispatched it to Genesis without a moment's pause. As he placed his phone down, he felt the sticky residue on his hand and thighs, prompting him to grab some paper towels for a quick clean-up. At that moment, a knock echoed from the locker room door.

“Yo! Uce! You good in there twin!” Jey hollered behind the door.

Shit All he could focus on while tidying up his chaos was ensuring it didn't look like he had just indulged in a moment of self-pleasure moments before.

“Yeah! I’m good Uce! I’ll be out there in a few!” Jimmy adjusted his sweatpants and boxers as he heard his phone start to beep.

When he grabbed it he had seen that Genesis liked the video he had sent along with a message.

Gigi🤍: daddy misses his baby?

He smiled at the message before replying back.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I miss you baby daddy wants his lil girl home 😩

Gigi🤍: I’ll be home daddy that was a lot coming out from you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m sexually frustrated baby 

Gigi🤍: ik daddy just be patient for me please 🥺

He despised the way she kept him waiting when all he wanted was her presence right then and there, and he truly meant it.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: how long you gonna be out? You need me to send you some money?

Gigi🤍: I won’t be out for that long baby and maybe to get my nails done and toes so you can suck on em while you’re bending me up like pretzel 🙂‍↕️

The image of her contorted like a pretzel as he ravaged her sent a rush of desire through him, reigniting his arousal.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: lil freak aren’t you baby? I’ll send some over 

Gigi🤍: I’m a lil freak for you daddy you brought that side out of me 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mhm sure did princess got me all bricked up at these interviews baby

Gigi🤍: lemme see

Jimmy lowered his sweatpants and boxers, watching as his erection sprang to life before he quickly pulled his sweats back up.

Gigi🤍: hmm daddyyy it’s so big 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you can take it like you always do Gigi

Gigi🤍: might run from it

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: and I might have yo’ ass bent the fuck over with those arms behind yo’ back if you do don’t run from me 😈

Gigi🤍: okay daddy okay I promise but I’ll be home soon okay I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too baby 

As Jimmy slid his phone into his pocket, he opened the door to find Jey standing there, phone in hand, looking up at him expectantly.

“You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m straight c’mon let’s go.”

—

Rockstar Nails & Spa - Nail Salon Kansas City, Missouri. - 5:30PM

Genesis and her friends were at the nail salon, pampering their nails and toes while sharing some scandalous gossip about the other girls, revealing secrets about who was secretly hooking up or about to be let go.

As Genesis sat lost in thought, her mind kept drifting back to the video Jimmy had sent her, where he was pleasuring himself and whispering her name—his longing for her was palpable during her absence, and she cherished that devotion, knowing that most men wouldn't show such care for their partner like Jimmy did.

Amidst the haze of Jimmy's moans and groans, she caught Jade's voice calling out to her, prompting her to shift her focus towards Jade.

“Girl, you’ve been so quiet lately. Is everything okay?” Jade asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay girl. Just thinking right now.” Genesis replied with a reassuring smile.

“About what? Yo’ nigga? Is Jimmy missing you right now?” She could easily make a comment like that, fully aware of her best friend's curiosity about her and Jimmy—Genesis nodded in agreement.

That’s when Jackie chimed in, “Gigi, is the dick bomb or what? I heard from a lot of girls in the locker room saying how that Samoan dick is dangerous.” Every girl in the room turned their gaze towards Genesis, anticipation hanging in the air. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she averted her eyes, grinning widely while the girls collectively gasped in surprise.

“Gigiii, is that dick really good?” Bianca asked.

“Oh my god, yes it’s like the best thing ever Binky.” Genesis reacted, her thoughts swirling with the memory of their passionate encounter on the bed after breakfast this morning.

As she cried out his name with fervor, her legs draped over his shoulders, he drove into her with such intensity that she erupted in pleasure, soaking him completely and leaving a damp mark on her underwear.

His voice echoed in her thoughts, asserting its presence over her. “this my pussy baby, this shit belongs to daddy c’mon squirt on me some more baby let it all out.”

His deep, raspy voice guiding her through it left her utterly undone. “There she goes mamas, look at you making a mess all over me this morning fuck baby.” It had her rubbing her thighs together.

“I see Jimmy has been putting in that work he got our girl glowing like a damn Christmas lights.” Genesis rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. The memory of Carmelo's earlier slap on her backside lingered uncomfortably, igniting a fierce urge within her to retaliate and express her frustration.

Bianca begins to say, “so Gigi, personal question. Do you and Jon want to have kids?” Genesis looked back at her with a smile on her face.

“Yes, of course. We talked about it all the time in the middle of the night when we couldn't sleep. We already have names covered, you know, just deep conversations.” She said.

For some time now, Jimmy has expressed his desire to have children, a sentiment that blossomed after Cody introduced him to her. She believed he would make an excellent father, yet lately, he has been taking risks by not using protection and relying on Plan B afterward, which has left her feeling anxious.

She had kept silent about it, unsure of how to approach the topic, so she decided to let it be until she felt prepared to discuss it. She had been considering getting birth control to allow him the freedom to climax inside her whenever he desired, but she was still uncertain if she was ready for that step.

The idea of being pregnant again filled her with fear, making her hesitant about having more children. The painful memories of her experience with Quincy and the heartbreak of losing their first child weighed heavily on her. The stress and physical pain she endured due to his lack of commitment haunted her, leaving her terrified of the prospect.

“Has marriage been talked about during those late night conversations?”

Marriage.

a healthy marriage.

Genesis nodded her head, “it has every once in a while but that’ll happen sooner or later.”

Genesis desired Jimmy as her husband, yet she was filled with fear. She wasn't entirely ready for marriage or motherhood due to her past experiences, but she also worried that if she made him wait, he might walk away, and that was something she couldn't bear.

“You don’t believe it’ll happen?” Jackie asked.

“No, I do. It’s just you guys know I’ve been through a lot and I just don’t wanna move fast with this you know? I love Jon a lot but ion wanna rush into anything.” Genesis replied.

“Of course girl we understand completely, I hate the fact that Quincy messed that up for you and then with  Zilla around acting all crazy and shit I see why Jon is so crazy about you.”

Yeah he was indeed crazy, crazy as hell at that.

“Did I tell yall I ran into Carmelo this morning? That nigga was flirting hella hard with me and slapped my ass too.” The girls gasped while looking at her. “For real? Does Jon know about this? Because he will beat his ass.”

She shook her head, “I haven’t told him about it yet, ion like seeing him all angry.”

“We understand but that’s his job to feel angry because some dude is tryna hit on his girl so of course that will be his first reaction.” They weren’t wrong, it was his job to protect her from anyone and be there for her especially if they do things like that.

Can you really fault him? He's already contemplating harming his cousin, and who knows what he'll do to Carmelo if he discovers the truth. As the gossip continued to swirl, Genesis noticed Jimmy's name flashing on her notifications.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Gigi

She texted him back.

Gigi🤍: yes? Why does it feel like I’m in trouble 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you not but why you ain’t tell me that Carmelo fat head ass was flirting with you?

Gigi🤍: I told you how I am with telling you stuff like that

Jimmy❤️‍🩹:  and I told you, you can’t be hiding stuff like that from me Gigi

Gigi🤍: I’m sorry 😔 

She felt bad for not telling him about it this morning. It just slipped her mind completely.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m not mad at you baby 

Gigi🤍: you promise?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yes baby I just need you to communicate with me more aight?

Gigi🤍: okay 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹:  yall almost done?

Gigi🤍: yeah I’m getting my toes done rn and I think you’ll like em 🙂‍↕️

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: hmm can’t wait to see yo’ cute ass 

Gigi🤍: me too I miss you and the girls are over here gossiping 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you’ll see me baby just have fun with yo’ girls aight

Gigi🤍: okayyy see you boo I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too mamas 🫶🏽

Genesis set her phone aside, having caught Jade speaking to her.

“Was that Jimmy? He misses you huh?” Jade asked.

“Yes, he misses me.” Genesis replied.

“Oh girl if you wanna be with yo’ man go ahead.” Genesis laughed softly, shaking her head as she watched her friend getting a pedicure; she found it unbearable when her best friend playfully teased her.

“He can wait.”

“The more he’ll wait the more he’ll pound you into the bedsheets.” Genesis had hit Jade on her shoulders while feeling her face being flushed all over again. “Oh my god, bitch you’re so annoying.”

She chuckled at her best friend, “what? I’m just speaking the truth Gigi, I know he be having you screaming from the top of your lungs.”

Genesis covered her ears like a little kid not wanting to hear any more of her best friends' shenanigans at the moment.

As Genesis concluded her interview with The Alpha Academy, she reached for her phone and walked toward the camera to check her makeup. Just then, she heard someone calling her name from behind. Turning around, she spotted Carmelo approaching, prompting a deep sigh from her.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she shot him a piercing glare that conveyed her disapproval. “What’s up Melo?”

“Nun, little girl. Was just checking you out.” Carmelo said as he had a cocky smile on his face.

“Checking me out? You know I got a nigga right? He’s crazy.” Carmelo chuckled at her while placing his hands over his hips.

“Yeah, his big Samoan ass ain’t gonna do shi. I’m just tryna talk to you shawty.” This situation was becoming increasingly awkward for her. What gives the guys from the NXT roster the impression that they can waltz in here and act however they please?

“Well ion have nun to say to you Melo, I got things to do.” She was being completely dishonest to dodge a conversation with Carmelo, who was merely flirting with her as she tried to leave. Just then, he caught her by the arm, halting her in her tracks.

“C’mon shawty why you being like that?” Carmelo questioned her as she yanked her arm away from him.

“Nigga because I have a nigga? What the fuck else do I gotta explain to yo’ stupid ass that I have a nigga?” Genesis rasped as she felt herself getting irritated by the second.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Jimmy approaching from behind Genesis, his hand resting possessively around her waist while she gazed up at his towering 6'3" frame.

Carmelo felt Jimmy's gaze cutting into his very being, leaving him shaken to the core.

“Everything good over here mamas.” Jimmy asked as he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, I was just about to head out to get something to eat until Melo over here wanted to talk.” As she looked up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes, the way he gazed down at her with his alluring stare sent a rush of warmth pooling in her panties.

He shot a quick look at Carmelo before turning back to her with a grin that was anything but innocent; it was the kind of smile that screamed 'I’ll take you out if you don’t stop chatting with my girl' as he tousled his hair.

“He wanted to talk huh? Was it important if not you can get to steppin dawg.” Genesis sensed the palpable tension in the air as they locked eyes, each gaze heavy with unspoken words.

Carmelo scoffed at him, “we was just talking dawg no need to get protective.” 

“That’s my job as her man to protect her so I would advise you tread lightly you got me?” As Carmelo turned away from the couple, he rolled his eyes in exasperation. In that moment, Genesis stepped in front of Jimmy, embracing him by wrapping her arms around his neck.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he looked down at her petite frame, while she rose onto her tippy toes to press her lips against his.

“You look sexy being all protective and angry baby.” Genesis complimented. 

“I do huh?” Their faces hovered just inches apart, with their noses gently brushing against one another.

“Yeah, you do. And I know you’ve been waiting patiently for me.” She kissed his lips while he responded to it. “Hell yeah, got me out here waiting and shi with these fools tryna flirt with you ion like that you belong to me.”

She showered him with additional kisses, sparking an intense make-out session that surrounded them both. Their lips intertwined slowly and passionately as Jimmy tenderly lifted her thighs, guiding her onto the nearby equipment box, settling himself between her legs.

His hands slid down to cupped her ass cheeks with a squeeze pressing his stiff member between her legs.

Their tongues twirled playfully within each other's mouths as Genesis nibbled on his lower lip, tugging it back before diving back into the kiss, blending their warm saliva together.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmured between his lips.

He smirked before speaking, “you gon’ be sorry when I fuck this pussy up huh?” He murmured back.

His voice resonated with a deep, gravelly tone as he spoke to her, igniting a wave of desire that left her feeling more aroused than ever before. He kissed a path from her lips to her jawline, descending to her neck, where he suckled gently, claiming her as his own. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, surrendering to the moment.

“Where you want it huh? Right here ain’t nobody coming.” She had never engaged in public intimacy before, and the mere thought of being discovered sent her anxiety soaring to new heights.

But she loved the danger.

She playfully tugged at his waistband, urging him to remove it, while she slid down her pants and panties, revealing her glistening wetness in the light, signaling that she was fully prepared for him.

“Hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. Wanna do this shit out in the open.” Without hesitation, Jimmy entered her slick warmth, driving his hips deeply as she clung to his neck for balance.

“Fuck, this pussy wet as fuck baby.” Jimmy grunted.

“Yes, right there Jimmy. Right there.” Genesis moaned softly.

“Right here baby? Huh?” He teased her as she experienced the sensation of him pressing against her cervix, making her arch her back in ecstasy.

He pressed his lips to hers again, the kiss fierce and passionate, their teeth colliding as he thrust into her with an intensity unmatched. He quickened his rhythm, the sound of his hips crashing against her thighs reverberating through the corridors.

He explored various depths within her slick warmth, as she softly whispered his name, meant solely for his ears.

“This my fucking pussy ain’t it princess.”

“Y-yes, fuck Jimmy. This is all yours baby.”

“It’s mine?” He plunged deeper into her, pushing her to the brink as waves of ecstasy clouded her thoughts. “Yess, Daddy. It’s all yoursss.” Hearing her whine through his thrust satisfied him deeply.

At that moment, she could sense the head of his member pressed firmly against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, while her nails clawed into his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him, though he welcomed the pain.

Their foreheads touched as they locked eyes, his lips brushing against hers before he pulled back, both of them captivated by the sight of his shaft gliding in and out of her, her creamy essence enveloping him, making it effortless for him to thrust deeply.

He effortlessly encouraged her to embrace her wild side, never imagining they would end up making love in the very workplace they shared.

At that moment, they heard footsteps approaching, prompting Jimmy to swiftly cover her mouth with his big hand. He moved slowly, his face conveying a silent warning. Fortunately, they were hidden from view, the sound of someone chatting on the phone masking their actions.

With deliberate intent, Jimmy thrust deeper into her, eliciting a gasp as her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation of her own arousal.

After the individual departed, Jimmy released his grip from her mouth, leaving her in a daze, her lips parted in shock as he walked away, rendering her utterly speechless.

She repeatedly tightened and relaxed around him, eliciting a soft grunt from his lips.

He encircled her throat with his hand, gazing deep into her soul as he witnessed her unraveling before him. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if she were floating on cloud nine.

“You so dangerous mamas got me out here fucking you like a slut.” Jimmy growled. “You my slut baby?”

“I’m your slut daddy, I’m your good slut daddy. Shit daddy.” Genesis managed to breathe out.

“Nobody can’t fuck you like I can baby?”

“You do it the best daddyyy, nobody can beat this pussy up like you do. Fuck I love you Jimmy.” She sensed her abdomen clenching as the waves of pleasure surged closer, the climax approaching rapidly.

He kissed her lips, “I love you too mamas.” He was rotating his hips, skillfully stimulating her g-spot repeatedly until she could no longer handle it, tapping on his shoulders for a break.

“Un-Un, you gon’ wait until I tell you cum you hear me.” He rasped, causing her to whine at his request.

“Dadddy, I can’t take it anymore.” She whined.

He gave her left ass cheek a smack while he gripped her throat a little bit tighter not trying to hurt her but to show off his dominance. “Take this fucking dick like you been doing baby. And hold that shit.” His voice lowered several tones as he spoke, thrusting deeply into her.

He thrust powerfully into her, her moans resonating around them, overshadowed solely by the thunderous impact of their bodies meeting with intensity.

The air thickened with an intoxicating aroma of longing, and as tears cascaded down her cheeks, she craved freedom. Consumed by emotion, she loosened her hold on her legs, trying to push him away from her waist, only to be met again with the sharp slap of his hand on her left thigh.

“Un-Un don’t fucking run now, c’mere and take it.”

“Daddy please, please please. Can I cum baby?” Her desperate plea for him to allow her to completely surrender herself to him ignited a thrilling desire within him.

“Keep begging for me baby, tell daddy how much you loved this dick I want everyone to know who you belong to.” He plunged into her on the apparatus, experiencing the familiar surge of desire as he approached the height of ecstasy. “Jimmy!”

“I love it so much Jimmy, this is best dick I ever had daddy please let me cummm.” She was on the edge of madness, her fingers digging into his back, drawing a quick gasp of pain from him, but he appeared completely unaffected by it. “tell me some more baby.”

She lost it, “fuckkkk I love you daddy, I love this dick soo much daddy. cum inside of me daddy please fuckk.” A rush of feeling washed over her as it smoothly wrapped around him, warmth flowing down her legs, her body quaking beneath him—overcome and drained.

With every forceful push, his actions grew more erratic, a deep growl rumbling from his throat as he savored the feeling, rivulets of sweat streaming down his back and chest.

The air surrounding them was an intriguing mix of warmth and chill. She held him close as Jimmy withdrew from the kiss, nestling his face into the gentle curve of her neck. “I’m about to fucking nut Gigi, shit I’m about to nut. Lemme cum inside of you.”

“Yes daddy cum inside of me, fill me up with your nut.”

“Mhm, lemme fill this pussy up baby.”

He leaned his head back, his eyes swirling as he pushed into her, his hold strong around her neck.

“Oh, F-fuck. Gigiii fuck.” A low, primal groan escaped his beautiful lips as he felt his warmth surge forth in thick streams, completely filling her as she clung to him with fervor.

He entered her gently, ensuring that none of his essence escaped before withdrawing, observing the mingling of their fluids—he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily as their chests rose and fell in unison.

Her body quivered with excitement as she clung to his waist, savoring his soft, wet kisses on her neck. She caressed her thighs to calm her racing heart—his lips journeyed from her neck to her jawline, finally meeting hers in a passionate embrace. They shared a moment of bliss before gently parting, their foreheads resting against one another.

She looked into his eyes innocently biting the bottom of her lips.

Jimmy begins to say “Fuck, you too fucking pretty for your own good baby.” He said. “You would look so good having my kids, but I know you don’t want that right now. I'm sorry this is becoming a thing.” He apologized.

Genesis shakes her head cupping his face with her small hands, “it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I wouldn’t mind having your kids one day but for right now let’s just focus on us first.” 

“It just feels good to nut inside of you, I wanna keep filling you up with my nut.”

“I know you do, but we can’t keep making this a habit. It'll mess up my ph balance, especially taking them plan b pills, be scaring me too.”

He gave a nod as he adjusted his sweatpants and boxers, assisting Genesis in doing the same, her body unsteady after their recent workout.

He grasped her perspective, wishing to ensure she felt at ease with their actions, while also aiming to concentrate on their mutual growth.

“A’ight then baby, lemme go run to the store to get that pill okay?” Jimmy said.

With a playful chuckle, Jimmy assisted her to her feet, noticing her wobbly knees. He scooped up her belongings and lifted her into his arms in a bridal carry, striding confidently toward the exit.

—

Kansas City Marriott Country Club Plaza - 10:45PM

As Jimmy lounged on the bed, engrossed in his TV show, Genesis lay beneath the blankets, blissfully unaware and softly snoring after a long night.

She lay nestled among the pillows, her body curled on her stomach, as Jimmy gently massaged her back in soothing circles, allowing her to drift into a peaceful slumber. While he watched TV, the sudden buzz of his phone interrupted the tranquility, prompting him to reach for it and check a text from his twin brother.

He unlocked his phone while seeing what Jey wanted at the moment.

Twin⚡️: yo twin

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s up?

Twin⚡️:  why the fuck is Carmelo on Instagram talking shit 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’chu mean?

That’s when Jey had sent a screenshot from Carmelo’s instagram story saying how he would crack Genesis if she wasn’t with that Samoan bitch and that made Jimmy feel some type of way.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: he must’ve thought this shit was a game he don’t know how crazy I can get 

Twin⚡️: say the word and we’ll jump his ass I got his hotel room number 

Jimmy glanced at Genesis, who was nestled in a serene slumber, then shifted his gaze back to his phone—he realized she would be disheartened to find him missing from their bed when she awoke.

But he wasn’t finna let some NXT bitch talk shit about her or him period.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: c’mon let’s go and hurry back before Genesis wakes up being pissed at me.

Twin⚡️: aight bet

With that, Jimmy rose from the bed, sliding his phone into his pocket as he glanced over at Genesis to ensure she was sound asleep before he quickly donned a shirt and slipped on his slides.

At that moment, he noticed Genesis stirring in her slumber, rolling onto her side, the blankets snugly wrapped around her form.

As Jimmy quietly closed the door behind him, he took hold of the card key, careful not to disturb Genesis, who was still asleep, while he noticed his twin brother making his way down the hallway.

They exchanged friendly daps before embracing tightly, then released each other as they strolled towards Carmelo's hotel room.

“Is Gigi sleeping?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, she was asleep before I left. I pray she doesn't wake up all grumpy.” Jimmy replied as Jey chuckled at him.

“Aye twin, that’s yo’ girl dawg. You can handle her grumpiness.” His brother was right; Jimmy was capable of managing her emotions, even when she was hurt by his departure without a word.

They veered left, making their way down the corridor towards Carmelo's hotel room—Jimmy was serious about Genesis and how these guys at work were trying to hit on her whenever she was alone.

As they reached the door, Jey pounded on it while he and Jimmy stood poised, eager for a confrontation. When Carmelo finally swung the door open, he was met with their intense stares, as if he were a target waiting to be hunted.

“The fuck is yall doing here?” Carmelo questioned them.

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances before turning their attention to Carmelo. With a swift motion, Jimmy seized Carmelo by the neck, constricting his breath, while Jey firmly closed the door. Jimmy pressed Carmelo against the wall, and Jey delivered a powerful punch to his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from Carmelo as he doubled over in distress.

He released his grip on Carmelo's throat just as Jimmy landed a powerful right hook to his face, while Jey delivered a swift knee to his stomach, sending him crashing down to his knees.

Jimmy had tugged at his hair, forcing him to face him, his gaze cutting deep into his very essence. “You not talking shit no more huh pretty boy?” Jimmy rasped.

“Talkin allat that shit about cracking my girl if she wasn’t with me? Nah see ion okay about Gigi but u didn’t listen when I told yo’ ass the first time.” He hurled Carmelo across his hotel room like a toy, crashing him to the floor with force.

He mounted him and relentlessly pounded his face, blood streaming from his nose and lips. Finally, Carmelo summoned enough strength to shove him away, delivering a powerful right hook that sent Jimmy crashing into the chair behind him, giving Melo the upper hand.

Carmelo was mercilessly pummeling him, delivering brutal kicks to his gut until Jey appeared from behind, wrapping his arm around him and cutting off his breath. Jimmy staggered to his feet, feeling the sting of blood trickling from his split lip—Melo had left his mark.

He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the metallic taste of blood, like a wild man charging at Carmelo, delivering a brutal punch to his gut that forced blood to spill from his mouth—this was merely a warning.

He seized an empty chair and slammed it into his stomach, eliciting a cry of agony. He continued this brutal assault repeatedly until he finally hurled the chair to the floor.

Jimmy had cradled his chin making him look at him as Carmelo was trying to fight off from Jey’s grasp.

“The next time you wanna post some shit about my girl I won’t hesitate to put you in the fucking hospital you got me?” Jimmy said.

Carmelo shook his head in frustration as Jey released his grip, sending him crashing to the ground. He glared up at the twins, seething with anger, yet he knew better than to provoke them after the beating he had just endured.

Jimmy glanced at his bruised knuckles, tenderly rubbing them before he and Jey stormed out, slamming the door behind them and leaving Carmelo in a pool of blood.

Jimmy and Jey strolled back to his hotel room, gazing at one another.

“You think she’s gonna trip?” Jimmy asked.

Jey shrugged his shoulders before saying something, “may—“ At that moment, the hotel room door swung open, revealing Genesis with her arms crossed and a serious look on her face as she caught sight of the twins staring back at her.

She gazed at Jimmy, her heart sinking as she spotted his split lip and battered knuckles. Concern washed over her features as she gently cupped his chin, studying his face. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, realizing he had found himself in trouble again.

“Get in the room now, so I can treat your wound.” She said sternly.

He gave his brother a quick pat before stepping into the room. Genesis flashed a smile at Jey, wishing him goodnight as she closed the door, then moved towards her purse to gather the supplies needed to tend to his injury.

Without uttering a word, she observed him as he yanked his shirt off, carelessly tossing it aside, revealing his chiseled physique and flexing muscles. Once she gathered what she needed, she approached him, positioning herself between his legs.

He looked up at her, noticing the irritation etched on her face while his hands rested on her waist, drawing her nearer as she settled onto his lap, straddling him. She started to soak a cotton ball with peroxide, cautioning him about the impending sting.

She gently pressed the damp cotton against his split lip, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him. She reassured him that the sting would be brief as she tended to the injury on his lower lip.

A hush enveloped them as she concentrated on tending to his injury, feeling his hand glide down her backside, gently cradling her curves while his gaze remained fixed on her careful movements.

“You mad at me baby?” Jimmy asked in a deep raspy tone.

She took a glance at him then back at his wound causing him to squeeze her ass cheeks. “Babyyyy talk to me mama I’m sorry.” He begged.

Genesis finished tending to his wound, discarding the blood-soaked cotton ball into the nearby trash. He then rose from his lap and walked over to the table, where he began to return her belongings to her purse.

As she engaged in her task, she suddenly felt two powerful arms encircle her waist, accompanied by soft, lingering kisses trailing down her back, prompting her to turn and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry baby, don’t be mad at me. I had to let Melo know what it was. I can't let him disrespect you mama.”

Understanding his instinct to shield her, Genesis let out a deep sigh and embraced him tightly, knowing she couldn't hold any anger towards him.

She softly pressed her lips against his before withdrawing, "I'm not angry, just let me know next time, okay? I really dislike it when you don't inform me about your whereabouts, particularly if you're with Jey," she expressed.

“My fault mamas, didn’t mean to leave like that.” He found himself captivated by her nightgown, which clung to her curves perfectly, prompting him to lift her by her legs and wrap them around his waist.

He guided her to the bed, gently pressing her onto the cool sheets while he hovered above her, planting playful, wet kisses along her neck, making her giggle in delight.

Her fingers wove through his hair as he teasingly tickled her sides, making her squirm with delight beneath his playful touch.

“Jimmyyyy stoppp.” She begged while trying to fight him off of her laughing.

“Or what?” His voice resonated with a deep, husky timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling damp and sticky against her thighs.

“Imma bite the fuck out of you Jimmy, get up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “you gon’ bite me mama?”

“Hell yeah imma bite you if you don’t get yo’ big ass off of me.” She began to engage in a playful struggle, kicking at him and wrapping her legs around his head in an attempt to choke him, but he retaliated by biting her thighs.

With a swift motion, she pushed him aside as she rose from the bed, both of them standing tall and exchanging smirks. They were locked in a playful standoff, each waiting for the other to make a move. But she was the first to act, dashing towards him and attempting to tackle him onto the bed. Her plan succeeded, sending him sprawling back onto the sheets with her landing triumphantly on top.

She bent closer to his neck, playfully nibbling and leaving love bites that made him hiss in response to the sharp sting, all while she gently sucked on his skin.

“You not playing fair mama.” Jimmy said.

“I don’t care you deserve it.” Genesis replied as she continued to place hickies on his neck.

As she whimpered, she felt his hand land on her ass with a sharp smack, prompting him to flip her over and draw her closer to his hips. He pinned her arms above her head, locking eyes with her as she gazed up at him with an innocent expression.

He kissed her lips a few times before interlacing his fingers with hers.

“You too fucking pretty baby, I can’t wait to marry yo’ cute ass and have my kids.” She recalls the moment Quincy expressed his doubts, which made her question Jimmy's sincerity; however, deep down, she understood that Jimmy was different from Quincy—he was genuine.

“You wanna marry me?” 

“Of course I do baby, I want you to be mine forever.” Jimmy pressed his lips against hers while she encircled his neck with her arms, drawing him nearer to intensify the kiss as he nestled between her legs.

His fragrance danced in her nostrils as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

“I love you Gigi.” Jimmy said.

“I love you too Jimmy, I’m so glad you came into my life.”

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: oh mamas them nails and toes need to be sucked on cuz fuck girl 😩

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omggg he loves you so much 

uceyjucey replied to your story: maneee he’s spoiling you rotten Gigi 😭😭

carmelohayes replied to your story: oh? I see he got money huh 

jadecargill replied to your story: Girrrrl that man pays for everything and them flowers are so cuteee

jackieredmond replied to your story: I LOVE THIS FOR YOU GIRL

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY IS THE MANNN

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: ATP GET HIS INITIALS TATTED ON YOU GIRL CUZ THATS YOUR MAN

GUARDED

a/n: Carmelo better watch out because Jimmy does not play with it comes to Genesis so he better tread lightly fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY

chapter thirteen

previous chapter

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jade Leech: J is for...

J word—

Twst devs: How can we fuck’m up real good

Intern-kun: J word bird’s eye view cleavage shot

xhjsvwiwkw Jokes aside! I love how much care he takes in maintaining his appearance, right down to ironing in the morning and purposefully styling the black strand into the “J” shape 😂 Whatever it takes to look like a gentleman, right… And he’s meticulous about his SPF just like me, frfr🧴💕

Rise and Shine!

Jade’s hands, you decided, were made for delicate efforts.

You had watched those hands a number of times, performing like skilled trapeze artists in a circus. Serving food and drink at the Mostro Lounge, rinsing the grime off of foraged mushrooms, drawing decisive graphite strokes upon a page. The terrariums sitting upon his shelf were the result of his handiwork—minuscule biomes, carefully constructed with a magnifying glass and tweezers.

Now he handled his hair with the same deadly precision. Fingers on the end of his singular black strand to keep it in place, he ran a hair straightener along the length. When the tool pulled away, the strand bounced back into a slight curl.

A perfect J to hug his handsome face. J for Jade, as he often said.

You had observed the times when a J hadn’t been the result. Too little, and the strand was an I. Too much, and the strand rebelled into a S.

“You’re so detail-oriented,” you commented from your place by the doorframe.

The response, a quiet, almost musical, chuckle. It seemed to echo off the cavernous walls of the Octavinelle washroom, bathed by sunlight-infused waters.

“It is important to maintain one’s appearance.”

“To make a good first impression?”

You knew why.

To lure his victims into a false sense of security. A neat suit, a disarming smile, and anyone would be willing to part with the treasures Jade fished for. Information, valuable information.

“That is part of it.” He didn’t look directly at you, but instead met your eyes in the reflection of his vanity mirror. “One can also glean a great amount of information from observing how another presents themselves. For example…

“You must have had a small baked good for breakfast on your way to Octavinelle this morning. A muffin, a croissant—something of that sort, yes.”

“H-How did you…?!”

His eyes trailed to your necktie, done up just the way you liked it. “… There are crumbs there.“

Your hands flew to your chest, hurriedly dusting yourself off. Jade’s small, pointed teeth showed from behind his mouth.

Amused.

“When I first came to land, I thought it strange that humans dressed differently depending on the occasion. You dress formally for strangers—work, interviews—but dress casually for your loved ones—friends, family. But I see now… It sends a message to the world about who you are and what your place in it in that moment in time is.

“Our school uniforms signify that we are students. Pajamas mean that someone is about ready to sleep or to prepare themselves for the day. A tidy appearance implies a tidy mind, and a slovenly appearance, a slovenly one.”

“Your mind scares me sometimes,” you joked. “I feel like it’s full of sharp things that could kill me”.

“Oya, is that because you are complimenting how sharp my attire is?” Jade pinched the lapels of his pajama top. “… Though I’m afraid this can hardly be called sharp.”

"You will be once you've changed." You glanced away, indicating that he should.

“Very well. Then, please excuse me."

There was the ruffle of satin coming off, the flap of fabric as it was folded and tucked away. More rustling as a new set of clothes fell over his body. The same old vest, blazer, and slacks.

"... You may look," he called softly.

You did.

And there he was, Jade Leech in his school uniform. It was perfectly tailored to fit him, dyed a simple and sleek black. His earring was in place as well, three diamond-shaped scales dangling from his left side.

A regular sight, yet it made your heart sigh all the same.

"Clothes really do make the man," you murmured, a finger at your lip.

"Fufufu. I will happily accept your praise." Jade drew himself beside you. His shadow stretched, a suit in of itself folding over you. An open hand, held out. "Shall we be on our way?"

"Yes, let’s.” You shyly slipped your hand into his, and it fit like a glove.

The black strand—coiled into a J—leapt with your shared first step.

Too little or too much. His words, running both hot and cold. But this felt…

You searched for a J word, like the shape of that stripe.

J for… Just right.

[asterlark]

me and den @unloneliest were just talking about murderbot and ART's relationship and i want to discuss how they quite literally complete each other's sensory and emotional experience of the world!!

there's a few great posts on here such as this one about how murderbot uses drones to fully and properly experience the world around it (it also accesses security cameras/other systems for this same purpose). but i haven't seen anyone so far talk about how once MB stops working for the company and consequently doesn't have a hubsystem/secsystem to connect to anymore (which for its entire existence up to that point had been how it was used to interacting with its environment/doing its job), after it meets ART, ART starts to fill that gap.

ART gives MB access to more cameras, systems, and information archives than it would normally be able to connect with while MB is on its own outside of ART's... body(? lol), but also directly gives MB access to its own cameras, drones, archives, facilities, and processing space. additionally, so much of ART's function is dedicated to analysis, lateral thinking, and logical reasoning, and it not only uses those skills in service of reaching murderbot's goals, it teaches murderbot how to use those same skills. (ART might be a bit of an asshole about how it does this, but that doesn't negate just how much it does for murderbot for no reason other than it's bored/interested in MB as an individual.)

we all love goofing about how artificial condition can basically be boiled down to "two robots in a trench coat trying to get through a job interview" (which is entirely accurate tbh) but that's also such a great example of ART fulfilling the role of both murderbot's "hubsystem" and "secsystem", allowing it to fully experience its environment/ succeed in its goals. ART provides MB with crucial information, context, and constructive criticism, and uses its significant processing power to act as MB's backup and support system while they work together.

from ART's side of things, we get a very explicit explanation of how it needs the context of murderbot's emotional reactions to media in order to fully understand and experience the media as intended. it tried to watch media with its humans, and it didn't completely understand just by studying their reactions. but when it's in a feed connection with murderbot, who isn't human but has human neural tissue, ART is finally able to thoroughly process the emotional aspects of media (side note, once it actually understands the emotional stakes in a way that makes sense for it, it's so frightened by the possibility of the fictional ship/crew in worldhoppers being catastrophically injured or killed that it makes murderbot pause for a significant amount of time before it feels prepared to go on. like!! ART really fucking loves its crew, that is all).

looking at things further from ART's perspective: its relationship with murderbot is ostensibly the very first relationship it's been able to establish with not only someone outside of its crew, but also with any construct at all. while ART loves its crew very much (see previous point re: being so so scared for the fate of the fictional crew of worldhoppers), it never had a choice in forming relationships with them. it was quite literally programmed to build those relationships with its crew and students. ART loves its function, its job, and nearly all of the humans that spend time inside of it, but its relationship with murderbot is the first time it's able to choose to make a new friend. that new friend is also someone who, due to its partial machine intelligence, is able to understand and know ART on a whole other level of intimacy that humans simply aren't capable of. (that part goes for murderbot, too, obviously; ART is its first actual friend outside of the presaux team, and its first bot friend ever.)

and because murderbot is murderbot, and not a "nice/polite to ART most of the time" human, this is also one of the first times that ART gets real feedback from a friend about the ways that its actions impact others. after the whole situation in network effect, when the truth of the kidnapping comes to light and murderbot hides in the bathroom refusing to talk to ART (and admittedly ART doesn't handle this well lol) - ART is forced to confront that despite it making the only call it felt able to make in that horrifying situation, despite it thinking that that was the right call, its actions hurt murderbot, and several other humans were caught in the crossfire. what's most scary to ART in that moment is the idea that murderbot might never forgive it, might never want to talk to it again. it's already so attached to this friendship, so concerned with murderbot's wellbeing, that the thought of that friendship being over because of its own behavior is terrifying. (to me, this almost mirrors murderbot's complete emotional collapse when it thinks that ART has been killed. the other more overt mirror is ART fully intending on bombing the colony to get murderbot back.)

in den's words, they both increase the other's capacity to feel: ART by acting as a part of murderbot's sensory system, and murderbot by acting as a means by which ART can access emotion. they love one another so much they would do pretty much anything to keep each other safe/avenge each other, but what's more, they unequivocally make each other more whole.

[grim-reapers-wife]

Interview (Loki x Reader)

Does anyone remember the Andrew Garfield interview where he said the most swoon worthy things about Emma Stone?

Here’s the link 🔗

Well that’s what inspired this!

Summary: Tony is hosting a ball of sorts for the team and he’s really going out. Fancy champagne, floor length dresses, custom suits, a red carpet entrance with paparazzi and interviewers. Loki gets asked about his relationship with you and gives a heartfelt speech.

P.S. In my first fanfic I used a fem reader but in this one I made sure I wasn’t using a specific gender. I’ll mostly do fem x characters because I’m fem, but I noticed that this one was super easy to make inclusive. All genders are welcome here! I’ll start putting a disclaimer for what gender I’m writing for. I want to be as inclusive as I can and no race is mentioned in either, I believe. Inclusivity matters so I hope I’m not targeting one audience. ❤️

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Your POV.

“Over here, over here!” The paparazzi cameras flash bright lights in my eyes. I smile and pose along the red carpet Tony had set up in preparation for his Gala.

Flash, Flash, Flash

I’m wearing the most flattering outfit and beautiful jewelry, as payed for by Tony. I pose again before getting to a calmer part of the carpet, taking a deep breath and walking.

“Over here!” An interviewer ushers me over. “How are you enjoying the carpet?” He holds the microphone out for me. “Good, good. I felt like a total celebrity out there.” I laugh a little. “And how is working with the Avengers? Do you enjoy it?” It doesn’t take much time for my answer to come. “It’s wonderful, it’s like working with all of your best friends, but instead of paper work; we’re making the world a better place.” I answer a couple more questions and head to the main event.

I walk into the building Tony has reserved for the night. The shining chandelier sparkles across the room, making everything feel even more magical. Everyone looks amazing, I see Steve chatting up Bucky at a table and Vision and Wanda chat by the dance floor. I saunter over to the bar and grab a drink before heading to my friends.

Loki’s POV.

I frown at the paparazzi flashes. Midgardians are so strange about capturing moments, why not paint a portrait? I suppose this is just the way they are.

I pose for a couple of photos, per Tony’s request, then walk into a separate section of the carpet for interviews. None of the questions are of any substance until one of the interviewers peak my interest.

“How would you describe your partner? Y’all have been together for almost a year now, yes?” The interviewer hands me a device I am told will capture my voice.

“It’s wonderful, I’ve never met a person who I connect so deeply with, I especially never thought it would be a Midgardian. I’ve never met someone so amiable before. It’s like laying out in the sun on a warm day, just soaking up the sun. Like reading your favorite book, or eating your favorite food. I’m fully enamored, and truly in love.”

The interviewer brings his own sound device, which I am told is a microphone, to his lips. “Wow, I think everyone watching just fell in love!” I roll my eyes at the interviewer. “They don’t stand a chance against my love.”

I look into the building where the main event is being held and I find the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen staring back at me, and I immediately know whose they are. I smile and when I get a smile back, I know that I’ve never been more in love with another.

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Congrats on making it the end!! 🎉 🍾 If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed it and if you didn’t, feel free to leave KIND constructive feedback. I’ll always be open to tips and recommendations. Per usual don’t mind any grammatical errors! I’m definitely just doing this for fun. Thanks for reading!

[tavolgisvist]

The Beatle way of life was like a young kid entering the big world, entering it with friends and conquering it totally. And that was fantastic. An incredible experience. So when that idea really came that we should break up, I don't think any of us wanted to accept it. It was the end of the legend, even in our own minds. Marilyn Monroe gets to believe eventually that she's Marilyn Monroe. Now I feel that's how the Beatles got to be -- I'm just speaking for me. You were very much a Beatle in your own eyes, and to an extent we all still are. Thinking back, I think it was great what John said. And he told us, 'Look everything sort of comes together right.' And now I agree. We'd just made this album and it was to be called 'Get Back' and on the cover was a photograph showing us in exactly the same position as in the first album we'd made -- the whole lettering and the background was exactly reproduced. So John said, 'It's a perfect circle, you know.' I think what John did was tremendous from the point of view of 'Okay, so we are actually going to go our own ways.' You just can't be as tied together as we were for so long a period of time, unless you all live in the same house. From then onward it was to be a question of living your own life, which was the first real turn-on for me in a long time -- and this coincided with my meeting Linda. So early in 1970 I phoned John and told him I was leaving the Beatles too. He said, 'Good! That makes two of us who have accepted it mentally.'

(Paul McCartney, April 16th 1971, interview with Richard Merryman for Life Magazine)

By the way, what happened to my idea of putting the parody of our first album cover on the Let It Be cover?

(John Lennon's letter, published in Melody Maker in the December 4th 1971)

While the Beatles were working on Abbey Road, Glyn Johns was attempting to prepare Get Back for release. The album he assembled included “Get Back,” “Dig a Pony,” “The One after 909,” “I’ve Got a Feeling,” “For You Blue,” “Let It Be,” “Two of Us,” “Dig It,” and “Maggie Mae,” which would all appear in some form on the official Let It Be album when released in May 1970. The songs on Johns’s version that would not be found on Let It Be were “Don’t Let Me Down,” “Teddy Boy,” and the oldies medley “Rocker” (which is a snippet of “I’m Ready” from Fats Domino) and “Save the Last Dance For Me.” He also did not include “Across the Universe” and “I Me Mine” on the first version of the Get Back album that he prepared. He did include studio chatter. A cover shot was prepared for the album, featuring the Beatles, with long hair and dressed in their hippie finery, in the same pose and location where the cover shot of Please Please Me had been taken—an outdoor balcony at EMI’s Manchester Square headquarters in London. The group even used the same photographer who had taken the previous shot, Angus McBean, though the new photo was slightly altered because the exact construction of the balcony had been changed since 1963. The proposed back cover art also replicated the look of the original album, with liner notes by Tony Barrow, who’d written the original back cover copy for Please Please Me. The new album title mirrored the full title of their debut album; Please Please Me with Love Me Do and 12 Other Songs replaced by Get Back with Don’t Let Me Down and 9 Other Songs (subsequently and then being replaced with Get Back with Don’t Let Me Down and 12 Other Songs). The new McBean photo that would not be used would eventually be used for the 1973 double album compilation 1967–1970, referred to as the Blue Album, and the original McBean photo would adorn the double album compilation 1962–1966, referred to as the Red Album. <...>

The Let It Be (Get Back) cover was my [John Kosh] answer to the White Album—a funereal package as a tribute to the Fab’s swan song. But Abbey Road interceded so the transition is no longer apparent.” The decision over which cover idea to use—the one that aped Please Please Me or Kosh’s “funereal” design—was finally made by Paul. (sorry? when and how he did it?) “I mocked up both the Let It Be and Get Back covers with Jack Oliver for Paul while he wavered on the title,” says Kosh. “John wanted to Get Back to their roots whereas Paul wanted to Let It Be. I had prepared final art for both as the deadline was looming.”

(Act Naturally The Beatles on Film by Steve Matteo, 2023)

(Part I, II, III, IV)

[mr-payjay]

Paper Stream Interview Transcript!!!!!!!

This took me forever. But I like transcribing. The transcript is under the cut ❤️

Fan: We have… the next best thing. That's right. OJ's... righthand man! Uh—well—some could say. Um. In—uh—uh—our guest of honor, tonight, that's right, you've all been waiting for it: PAPER!

Paper: Haha, hey everyone! Um... I wasn't really expecting to, come on out tonight!

Fan: Neither was I.

Paper: It was a—it was a bit of a change in schedule! What was that?

Fan: Nei—yeah—neither was I. I mean, look, I-I always love to see you Paper, um...

Paper: Hehe!

Fan: I'll be g—I'll be—

Paper: We're besties! Paper pals!

Fan: Yeah! No we are paper pals. I—I mean I'll be completely frank with you... all of my questions I prepared were for OJ, so...

Paper: Oh!

Fan: Um... I don't know if you'll be able to answer any—like cause like I mean look at the—alright like first card here that I have is like—what, you see, like what's it like running a hotel—see, like that doesn't apply to you at all, like cause you're just a guest here at Hotel OJ, you don't have any responsibilities, so we could just—we could just crumple that up—

Paper: Wha—uh—about that, I mean I d—I…

Fan: Oh!

Paper: I do do quite a… bit for Hotel OJ.

Fan: Oh really?

Paper: I mean like, whenever OJ's over to—over to the left, some fire's gotta be put out on the right, you know what I mean?

Fan: Okay… I didn't realize that you were invol—so what's like—what's your ro—do you have like an official title? Here? In the hotel?

Paper: Um… well, well no, well, my title is…

Fan: Oh!

Paper: Paper! You know? Um…

Fan: Well, Paper—yeah well, that's your name! But like do you have like a… you know, a position, a role?

Paper: Well…

Fan: A job?

Paper: OJ's… in charge, and…

Fan: Right.

Paper: I-I don't really have a title? Because, you know, in *theory,* I'm supposed to just be, a guest who gets all the accommodations and, you know, same as everyone else without having to do the *work* for it…

Fan: Right. Yeah.

Paper: But. You know. I also have to… you know. Clean up everything, and, and, and, you know, I'll—I'll cook some meals, and do the dishes, and… and organize all the… the reconstruction and, whenever we had the Hotel OJ casino, you know, when we were doing that big project that we loved and did for… many, many, many months… um… tsk, you know, I-I was running things there, and…

Fan: Wow…

Paper: You know, construction…

Fan: The hotel casino, I lost a lot of money on that…

Paper: And… planting some flowers… and… you know, I-I mean, I kinda do… everything around here!

Fan: Now I wanna—

Paper: [noise]

Fan: Yeah… okay… I wanna return to one thing that you sai—ah—my… I perked up when you said this, cause you said you *have* to do these things. What do you mean have to—like who's making you do these things? How did this start?

Paper: Um, I suppose, “have to” is, you know… not the exact perfect wording for it.

Fan: Okay…

Paper: But um… you know…

Fan: NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO CHANGE THE WORDING!

Paper: Wha—uh… I saw that OJ needed, you know, just a little bit of help once, you know, and, um… Yinyang was like… causing a big scene, and—and throwing things around… and then I just—

Fan: And OJ came to you? He came to you to—for help? Or did you approach OJ?

Paper: Well kinda—kinda not, I just, I stepped in—

Fan: You approached him.

Paper: I-I did the job, I-I got things figured out, sorted through, made everyone feel all comfortable, and then OJ said: You did really good with that. You should do that maybe a… a little bit more often! And I'm like, oh, i-if you, if you think I did a really good job, I-I guess I could… I could do it some more, and… you know that you kinda tumble on into these kinds of things!

Fan: Kay, I need you to hold that thought Paper, because look, there has been a—a COSMIC shift in the poll. Knife is now leading f—oh sorry. Oh wait, no, oh, oh we're going back and forth!

Paper: What's going on?

Fan: Knife is leading fifty-one to forty-nine and then it went to fifty fifty AND THEN IT WENT BACK! Knife fifty-one forty-nine AND NOW IT'S BACK! Fifty fifty—oh my goodness, Paper—OH MY GOODNESS, WAIT, KNIFE FIFTY-ONE FORTY—OH AND IT'S BACK TO FIFTY FIFTY—OH WAIT IT'S FIFTY-ONE FORTY-NINE—I'M NOT EVEN JOKING FOLKS! I-I'm taking so many screenshots, but I can't keep up, I can't keep up folks, it's—it's gonna… I'm gonna be logging all of these, I'm gonna have a whole scrapbook. Oh my gosh. Oh that—wait that's right, oh hold on, you're still here.

Paper: This is a once in a lifetime event! Assuming, you know. There's only… one… event.

Fan: Right.

Paper: But here, at the, Hotel OJ party! Hop hop hop! We are, hopping ready for a big exciting finale! So, it seems, that uh, there's a, fifty percent chance, that the person who wins, is going to get YOU all hopping excited!

Fan: Now—you're—you're really keying in on this hop thing, I-I have to ask, like—

Paper: Yeah!

Fan: Is it like—

Paper: Oh I love it.

Fan: It's the Hotel OJ party, so like, I mean the acronym would be like… H-O-J-P, like—ho—ho—hojp?

Paper: Wha—the name is OJ, so… I-I—

Fan: Well it's Orange Juice, so it'd be HOJP, not HOP.

Paper: [incomprehensible]—of the name, like, I don't, you know, ho… hotel, I don't do HT for that, I—

Fan: But there's no space. Orange Juice has a nice space, it's two words. So I think it's HOJP.

Paper: There's a space?!

Fan: No question. Yeah! In Orange Juice, are you kidding me?!

Paper: W-Well he goes by OJ!

Fan: Alright, I-I know that came off rude—

Paper: What—you type out the letters O, J, you put a space in the between them?!

Fan: No—okay, no—n-n-now, now, now, now you're—you're mixing it up. No, OJ in and of itself—

Paper: I'm mixing it up? You're getting so confused, you think you know OJ better than *I* know OJ?!

Fan: I did not say that, Paper. I did not—okay, I've clearly touched a nerve here. Listen. When you do an acronym, you put all of the letters together, no spaces. But when you actually *say* what the acronym is, out loud, then the spaces come into play! You see? So—

Paper: You don't—

Fan: —it would be—

Paper: But—Y-You don't type the letters—

Fan: HOJP!

Paper: —as you say them!

Fan: IT'S HOJP! PAPER! IT'S HOJP! IT'S HOJP! It's HOJP. I'm sorry.

Paper: HOJP? What?

Fan: I'm sorry, Paper. It's HOJP. Alright, you know what? Enough of this poll. I'm gonna end this poll.

Paper: B-b-but it doesn't—it doesn't roll off the tongue! Like, wha…

Fan: Well, that's exactly my point!

Paper: What?

Fan: Why would you have done that? Why would you have done that.

Paper: HOP! HOP is fun! HOP is fun!

Fan: Alright—I'm gonna—you know what? I—before I-I-I'm going to set up a new poll. To see what people—what people say about this. But I also just wanna, like, anecdotally ask the chat: what—is it—is it HOP or HOJP? When you're—when you're talking about the Hotel *OJ* party? Hotel Orange Juice party.

Paper: I think—I-I think you're trying to sway people in one sort of direction!

Fan: I'm not swaying, I'm just saying what it—how—what is it called? What is the party called?

Paper: The… Hotel, OJ! Party…

Fan: And what does OJ—st—oh—wait, OJ—wait! Wait! OJ in and of itself is an acronym, so go on, say what OJ stands for.

Paper: But—we're not saying Orange Juice, are we?! Are we saying Orange Juice right now?! Or are we saying, OJ?!

Fan: Alright, a lot—

Paper: Come on!

Fan: A lot—a lot of the chat is saying HOP, I'm just gonna let you have this one.

Paper: Hahaha, that's a hopping win for us! Hahaha! Well, c-come on, you wouldn't wanna be at the HOJP party!

Fan: No, I wouldn't.

Paper: They—this kinda just works out for everyone!

Fan: Alright, whatever, okay. Ugh… Alright, well—

Paper: Okay, let's just, let's take a break, and—hehe—usually I like to, sort things out, and, make things all calm and chill, but uh… heh, you know, I understand that I caused quite the ruckus today, so let's—[inhale]—ahmumumumum.

Fan: Okay, so—

Paper: C-Can you make that noise?

Fan: No. So, Paper, uh, I want to know. Who do you think should win the second season of Inanimate Insanity? Uh, I know obviously you have some history with Knife, and you kinda have none with Suitcase. So, go ahead!

Paper: Wha—well—uh, y-you beat me to it, Fan! I mean—

Fan: Yeah!

Paper: —here's the issue, right?

Fan: Yeah.

Paper: I don't know a thing about Suitcase! I mean I-I-I didn't compete with her, I-I suppose when—when some people come back to the hotel who have a history with her, they're like: yeah! She’s… pretty nice! And I'm like, oh I like when people are nice that's pretty cool. Um… so, you would think that, you know, kinda just makes sense that by default, since we have, you know, history and all, you know, we—we've… had a lot of time together and such—just makes sense, go for Knife!

Fan: Wow, I'm—

Paper: BUT HE'S A JERK!

Fan: I… I feel like I'm getting some mixed messages from you right now, Paper. Because like you… really have a lot of issues with Knife, but you—you actually would be rooting for Knife!

Paper: Oh no, absolutely not. I'm saying despite the fact, that I don't know a *thing* about Suitcase, of course I'm gonna root for her! Cause, Knife is—

Fan: I'm sorry, I'm only half paying attention, sorry. Continue.

Paper: I appreciate you anyway. Knife is mean, Knife is a bully, why—why would anyone WANT to root for him!? Yeah, oh maybe he beat—did a few challenges well, or whatever, but—Knife will RIP ME APART given the chance! I don't get it! But, you know, maybe I don't need to get it, because, fifty percent of the chat thinks it's, just okay to root for the guy!

Fan: Does that—does that bother you?

Paper: Mn… a little bit, but, you know… I don't wanna tell people what to do.

Fan: No, go ahead.

Paper: You're a fan of him, you know… [at the audience]

Fan: It's not bad, tell them.

Paper: I just know who to… not ever interact with!

Fan: Go ahead and tell them how you feel. I mean, that's why you're here. Share your opinion.

Paper: What? I don't… In front of all eight people listening?

Fan: Yeah—well… there's more than eight. That's a little insulting. You think I can't get a crowd more than eight?

Paper: More than eight? How many more than eight are there?

Fan: Let's… not say, for your own sake.

Paper: Okay… okay, just have to, say this as though there's ten people here and be, be prepared for such a big—

Fan: That's gonna be hard cause it's over eight thousand—sorry! Just slipped out.

Paper: WHAT!? AAH!!!

Fan: Slipped out! Slipped out.

Paper: Um…

Fan: Slipped out, slipped out, slipped out! Sorry.

Paper: Uh… well, for the four thousand who rooted, you know, voted for Knife, just know that you are, supporting a… do I say this word?

Fan: Uh, I don't…

Paper: Is it okay, am I allowed to say this on stream?

Fan: I don't know what word you're going to say!

Paper: It's the P-word!

Fan: What? I don't know what word you're—whisper it in my ear.

Paper: Pbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbt.

Fan: You just made some nonsense sounds right now, can you actually whisper the word in my ear, please.

Paper: There was a little faith, that you would hear it.

Fan: JUST SAY THE WORD, JUST SAY IT!

Paper: BULLY!!!

Fan: What?

Paper: He's a bully!

Fan: I thought you said P-word. Bully starts with a B.

Paper: B-word. B-word!

Fan: Oh. I thought you said P-word. I was like—

Paper: No, no, P would be like a, puh! You, know like a—puh!

Fan: Ugh. This has been very educational, Paper, I have to say.

Paper: I appreciate it!

Fan: Yeah! Um… Yeah! No I mean… I-I-I enjoy the fact that you have your opinions, and I certainly have mine, and you know, we don't have to agree, on everything, just what's important.

Paper: Oh, so you *do* have an opinion? On who should win?

Fan: Well, it's not my place to say! This—I'm the moderator of the event so it would insult the—

Paper: Exactly, so it's—it's very specifically *your* place!

Fan: —would insult the integrity of the, uh, livestream, if I were to share my opinion, I established this upfront, you know. I think it makes sense to me. This is my own internal logic and it's my show so, if that is the call that I made, then I don't think that I should have to disclose any opinion, one way or another. I think that's fair.

Paper: Fine. Then I don't very much care either!

Fan: Oh you don't care to hear my opinion? Well that much I knew.

Paper: Ah, wa—I-I-I-I didn't mean it, I just… I just kinda, you know, tried to be… a funny person, who… goes with the bit! I mean…

Fan: Yeah, yeah… Go with the bit, alright… Yeah, you really go with the bit, Paper. You know what? Yeah. Just go with the bit! Yeah, I-I'll go with the bit too. Yeah—th-this has really, this has been such a—such a *great* time. Talking to each other. I think. Yeah, I really enjoyed it—

Paper: Well, I think so too!

Fan: —everyone's been waiting for a long time, for like, the FFF Paper interview, you know, there was a lot of—there was a lot of controversy about this and I—

Paper: And why didn't it happen, huh?

Fan: I—look, I wanted to do it! Salt and Pepper encroached upon my territory, you saw! I was happy to have it happen! I invited you for a reason! We were sharing a laugh—

Paper: And then we had it scheduled, a Paper interview, and then you just—you just sail on off to some concert!

Fan: Hey, hey, hey, hey, we're not gonna talk about that right now. We're not gonna talk about that right now. Okay?

Paper: Hmph.

Fan: We're not gonna talk about that right now. Please. Paper. Come on. This is not—that's not—that's not what this night is about. This night is about, we are a-approaching the end, of Inanimate Insanity 2. You understand that? You understand how big of a deal that is? Do you know how long everyone has been waiting? For this resolution? This is huge, this is massive! Okay? It's not about you, or me…

Paper: It's been—it's been going around, uh… almost as long as I've… lived in this hotel! You know, so I suppose that makes sense!

Fan: Yeah! Yeah no, it is a very, look, it is a very—

Paper: It's like our entire lives by this point!

Fan: It is a very, very big deal. Um… so, yeah, and I-I-I for one am excited to see how it all turns out—I'm sorry, everyone else who's watching is also very much interested to see. Uh, how it'll—how it'll play out too! And I hope, you know, I hope we all are satisfied, you know, it's hard, sometimes, like cause you can't—can't always a-a-a-appeal to everyone, but. You know, it's definitely… it… Yeah. It's been great, finally having this interview with you Paper—I am—I *am* sorry that it took this long, I think I had very understandable reasons that were outside of my control! For why I took this long. But. You know. It's… yeah, it's uh… it—it is what it is. Okay? Do you accept that? Can you accept that? Or no.

Paper: Mm. I do, Fan. I do.

Fan: Okay. Okay, that's all I'm asking. That—that is all I'm asking. And uh… by the way the chat—the chat is—

Paper: [incomprehensible]

Fan: What's that?

Paper: Are we—are we still gonna be paper puppet pals going forward?

Fan: We will be, I-I just wanted to let you know that the chat is saying, like, it—it's HOJP in their heart. So, I think they're trying to turn—

Paper: You said they were saying HOP before! What changed?!

Fan: Well, they—look, I'm seeing, I-I'm trying to pull up an example, i-it won't let me—I'm trying to scroll up, but it won't let me pick it! Jay, I see you in the chat, Jay, I'm trying to click your comment! Wait, no, it—it zoomed away! Hold on I'm gonna get it. I'm gonna get it! You watch, hold on. I have evidence. I have evidence. I have evidence. I will show you.

Paper: Well. You know what? If we can't, you know, figure out all this with the audience that sounds like it's, more than ten people, I mean… we do have a whole bunch of other people, you know, out back, who could give their opinions.

Fan: Well, I-I mean, Paper, I scheduled them all—they only had time to speak individually, I-I don't think that we're gonna be able to get them all again. You know, running a show like this, it's—it's—it's very difficult, it takes a lot of coordination, I know you call that talent, coordination. But—oh wait oh they're all back there. Oh they're all back there. Oh.

Paper: Oh hey guys?

Fan: Oh, wait, hold on, hold on, wait. They wanna all c—oh wait, wait, wait, hold on. Hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm gonna—wait—I'm gonna invite them all—eh yeah! Everyone! Yeah! Come back! Come back! Come back!

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"Again"

Chapter 1 || Read on AO3 or below || Chapter 2

Eris week Day 7 @erisweekofficial

Lawyer AU where Eris and Nesta used to be rivals before she got married and decided to leave the field. But now she is divorced and determined to return to the legal field, even if it means working with Eris, not against him.

It was humiliating. Being here, gathering her thoughts, preparing to say what she was about to say, asking for this meeting. Even thinking about what she needed to do was unpleasant.

However, it had been just under seven years since she last looked toward the constitution or any legal doctrines, and, though she didn’t want to admit it, Nesta understood that she was no longer in the form she once was. She had been rejected by dozens of firms to which she had sent her resume. Considering her suspended legal license, this was expected, but something on a prideful level wouldn’t allow her to live with it any longer.

Though the fact that she was currently walking toward Eris Vanserra's office building showed that she didn’t have much pride left.

Passing by blocks of identical skyscrapers, Nesta glanced around, spotting the letter G on one of the buildings’ walls, indicating the block she needed. Tightening her grip on her bag strap, she went inside, heading for the elevator.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Nesta mentally prepared herself for rejection, understanding that her chances were somewhere between zero and one-thousandth. She prepared herself for an argument, already constructing a chain of arguments she could use if Eris started a debate. She also prepared herself for the possibility that they would, as usual, exchange sharp remarks, and Eris would hit her in the most painful spots, as he always did. Just as Nesta did in return.

On the twenty-seventh floor, the elevator doors opened, and Nesta let out a loud sigh, reminding herself that she was Nesta Archeron and shouldn’t fear any interview. Even if it was an interview at Eris’s firm.

The entire floor was occupied by his office alone, no one else’s. Finding the reception desk, Nesta approached a pleasant young woman and mentioned that she had a meeting with Eris. The woman kindly showed her to the right office and offered her coffee, which Nesta declined.

After asking her to wait inside, the woman left, leaving Nesta alone in the spacious office. Panoramic windows, bookshelves filled with various reference books, a few paintings of dogs, a small leather sofa in the corner with a coffee table, and a dark oak desk with organized folders and organizers on it. Nesta smirked mentally, Eris had always been obsessed with order, so the state of his workspace didn’t surprise her at all. Everything was polished to a shine, every item in its exact place.

She sighed and ran her hand over the desk as she walked to an empty chair, taking her seat and thinking about how this could have been her. It could have been her office, her firm, all that she had dreamed of achieving and would have achieved if she had chosen herself seven years ago.

Nesta thought about how her life would have changed if she hadn’t given up then. If she hadn’t listened to Cassian and his endless pleas for her to work less, which later escalated into pleas to give up her career altogether. Not directly, of course, because Nesta would hardly have let him finish such a suggestion. But Cassian knew how to persuade.

He knew how to convince her that she didn’t need this law firm all that much, especially considering that she had gotten pregnant and would have gone on maternity leave anyway. And then... postpartum depression, complications after childbirth from which Nesta had taken too long to recover; constant arguments with her husband about what was best for her and what was best for their daughter; and then the second pregnancy. And so seven years passed, and Nesta was no longer a lawyer. She had two wonderful daughters, whom she loved with all her heart, a broken marriage, and remnants of her former life.

Nesta could never say she regretted deciding to keep the baby. Astrid was the best thing that had happened in her life, just like her second daughter, Callista. Even though they preferred Cassian, leaving Nesta to be content with seeing the kids only on weekends because it was easier for them to stay with their fun dad than their strict mom. And because Cassian had a more flexible schedule than she would have if she actually got the job at the law firm, so it was a logical decision. Logical, even if it still hurt her.

"Nesta Archeron, I can’t believe my eyes," Eris’s voice rang out, and Nesta turned her head toward the door as he entered the office, smiling at her. "When you called me, to be honest, I was completely astonished."

Nesta looked at him, noticing small changes in his appearance. A different hairstyle, he was maybe a few centimeters taller than she remembered, his muscles had grown larger, obviously, he was now hitting the gym. But still the same expensive suits, the same eyes with a predatory gleam, sharp facial features, and a familiar smirk. Nesta had forgotten how handsome Eris was, perhaps because she hadn’t cared about it before, but here she was, single for several months, and maybe that made her a little biased in her judgment of men’s appearances.

"Nice setup," Nesta said, gesturing around. Eris just shrugged and scoffed, as if to say it was nothing special, as he walked to his chair and took his seat. Still the same annoying bastard as always — perfect. In a way, Nesta missed having Eris’s presence in her life, the constant desire to outmaneuver him once again.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, crossing his legs and twirling a gold Parker pen in his hand. "It’s not often I hear you asking for help. I didn’t even know you had that function."

"Funny," Nesta rolled her eyes, feeling like she was back in law school, when she and Eris teased each other at every opportunity.

Back then, she had wanted to take him down a peg and put the smug jerk in his place, while Eris wanted to prove to her that he was here because he deserved it, not because his parents had donated for a new building. And so they both spent nights in the library, preparing for the next exam, occasionally lifting their heads from books to exchange middle fingers across the library.

"I need a job," Nesta said bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. Eris raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at her as if she had said something completely crazy.

"And you’re asking me for a job?" he asked, still not understanding her intent. Nesta sighed loudly and nodded.

"The best law firm in the city," Nesta shrugged, as if coming here had been her first thought and it was completely logical. "You know what happened to my previous one."

Eris studied her for a long time, as if analyzing her and her intentions. Nesta held his gaze, remaining steadfast under those amber eyes. She studied him in return, trying to catch every emotion flickering across his face to convince him.

"I have all the documents with me if needed," she added, adjusting her bag that lay on her lap. Eris gave a bored glance in that direction, then slowly raised his eyes back to her face, lingering a rough extra second at her neckline.

"Tell me something I don’t already know," he scoffed, implying that every grade, every case won, every qualification certificate Nesta had was already known to him, as he had been present in her life during each of these accomplishments.

Nesta frowned, thinking about how to answer that question. She had hoped, banked a lot on the fact, that Eris would be convinced, knowing her. He was the one to whom Nesta had boasted about her LSAT scores, which were one point higher than his own. He was the one with whom they had applied for various internships and worked together as summer associates in firms. He was the one to whom Nesta had always reminded of every case she won against him, every time they faced each other in court, and in her last years of practice, this happened very often. Eris knew how good a lawyer Nesta was.

"Isn’t that enough?" she asked, lifting her chin and deliberately maintaining her confidence.

"You have been out of the field for seven years, Nesta," Eris sighed, surprisingly without the sarcasm and mockery that Nesta expected to hear in his voice. "In seven years, how many changes do you think have happened in the law? New laws, changes in legislative acts, even the smallest shifts in judicial practice. And even without all that, seven years without any practice is not a small problem, Nesta."

"Are you refusing me?"

Eris didn't answer immediately. Instead, he twirled the same Parker pen between his fingers while Nesta awaited his decision. The past version of Nesta would have been deeply disappointed to learn that her future now lay in the hands of Eris Vanserra. Perhaps that past version of her would have slapped her across the face if she had known.

"No," Eris eventually said, to her surprise and relief. "But I will request that you complete a few additional courses for testing and upgrading your qualifications, aside from the ones you are already required to take to reinstate your license. On the company's dime, of course. Until then, I can't offer you an associate position."

"Then what are you proposing I do? Bring you coffee like a secretary?" Nesta sarcastically asked, knowing that mocking someone who had just generously offered her a job was illogical.

"A paralegal," Eris responded calmly instead of getting annoyed, finally setting the pen down on the desk and crossing his fingers.

"A paralegal? Eris, I was a senior associate and the top candidate for a partner role at my last firm. You can't expect me to believe that a paralegal position suits me."

"Nesta," Eris said in a warning tone, "seven years is a long time. This position will be temporary. It will help you integrate into the team, familiarize yourself with our client base, and get used to the legal environment again. I'm not doing this to humiliate you, believe me, that's the last thing I'd want to do to you. You were an excellent lawyer, but that was a long time ago. If you want your position back, prove to me that you're capable of it now."

He was right. To Nesta's deep regret, Eris was right. She was no longer the Nesta Archeron of the past, who could recite entire legal handbooks from memory, intimidate any lawyer in court, and win every case that came her way. So, to her even greater dismay, Nesta had to agree with Eris for the first time in a long time.

The rest of their conversation covered details like salary and schedule. Nesta was surprised that Eris accommodated her not only by offering her the job but also by setting a fairly high salary, despite the limited hours she could work due to her need to balance it with the qualification courses. Though Eris had never been particularly concerned about money.

The following week, Nesta started her job at Eris's firm. It wasn’t something she took pride in, but it was her best option. It was genuinely difficult to get used to a job she had once confidently declared herself the best at, to reenter the rhythm. But over time, she adapted to the new pace, juggling online modules, occasional in-person seminars, and work, while completely detaching on weekends to spend time with her lovely daughters.

Besides, the position didn’t demand the superhuman effort her previous bosses—and she herself—once required when she worked at her last firm, stubbornly trying to prove to them and herself that she was capable of earning the partner position quickly. Working overtime, closing major cases one after another, and building connections with hundreds of people, Nesta had quickly been promoted to senior associate.

But then, she met Cassian. The owner of a sports club located very close to Nesta's firm, fate had brought them together very quickly. Cassian was charming, sweet, and optimistic, while Nesta was perpetually sleep-deprived, grouchy but efficient lawyer, who believed sleep was for the weak.

After a few months of dating, squeezed into Nesta's tight schedule, she agreed to marry him, not thinking that eight months was too short. Her younger sister Feyre had also married quickly, and while Nesta had initially judged that decision, her younger sister's happiness quickly proved her wrong.

For the wedding and honeymoon, Nesta used all her annual leave for the first time, something she had never done before. And during the planning of where and when the ceremony would take place, she found out she was pregnant.

Pregnancy wasn’t part of her plans. She almost filed a lawsuit against the company that produced her contraceptive pills, but Cassian convinced her that the legal proceedings would take too much time and money, especially since they were already tight on finances due to wedding preparations.

Feyre, with a one-year-old child at the age of twenty-one, told her how wonderful it was to be a mother. Nesta didn’t deny that it was wonderful—for her younger sister—but she herself didn’t feel ready for motherhood. Not now. Not when her firm was on the verge of taking on another partner.

But she couldn’t bring herself to terminate the pregnancy either.

After long discussions, she and Cassian decided to keep the baby, trim the wedding budget a bit, and prepare for the arrival of the newest family member.

Looking back on those years now, Nesta couldn’t understand who that girl was who decided to give up her career in favor of becoming a housewife. Of course, Cassian hadn’t wanted to shut down his gym either to become a stay-at-home dad and give her the chance to return to work. Nesta never asked him to. She couldn’t. Not when his eyes lit up with ideas for his gym, always coming up with new ways to improve the business.

But the Nesta who had studied at Harvard Law School, the Nesta who had fought tooth and nail for her position in that field, the Nesta who had obliterated all her opponents in court, wondered why it had to be her. Why did she have to give up her career? Why did she have to give up her dreams when she was perfectly capable of returning to work after a year or two of caring for Astrid?

"Nesta," a voice interrupted her thoughts, and Nesta looked up to see Eris standing over her desk.

"Yes?"

"Is the motion for reconsideration on the current case ready?" He seemed to be asking for the second time.

"Yes," Nesta quickly scanned her desk, found the document, and handed it to him. "I was going to give it to your assistant, but he wasn’t at his desk."

"Probably running the errands I gave him this morning," Eris shrugged, taking the papers and briefly brushing his fingers against hers. Nesta instinctively pulled her hand back quickly, hoping he didn’t notice. If he did, Eris made no comment and retreated to his office, not emerging even when the workday officially ended.

Not that she cared when he left the office. However, working now, Nesta found herself being more mindful of her time, not driven to work excessive hours for the sake of a higher position. Maybe it was because she couldn’t get that position yet, at least not until she finished her courses and Eris was satisfied with the result. But over the years, she had learned how much she needed to value her personal time. Especially when looking back over the last decade, she saw work, she saw family, but she didn’t see Nesta Archeron—only the efforts she made for everything else, but never for herself.

One evening, Nesta decided to step into Eris's office, wondering if he planned to spend the entire weekend there since that’s how it seemed. After knocking and entering, she watched as Eris paced around his desk, phone pressed to his ear, eyebrows furrowed, and lips twisted in irritation.

"Make sure the act is on my desk by Monday. I don’t care what strings you have to pull to make it happen," he said to someone on the phone. Nesta didn’t envy the poor soul on the other end of the call.

A few more minutes passed, and the conversation ended. Eris rubbed his eyes wearily and finally looked in her direction.

"Still the same workaholic, I see," Nesta smiled.

"Do you need something?" he asked politely.

"I'm glad that after all these years, you've finally learned some manners," Nesta couldn’t resist commenting, too used to their usual style of banter.

"Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for you," Eris smirked in return. "Seriously though, why aren’t you home yet, Nesta? Don’t you have a loving husband and child waiting for you?"

Nesta froze. Eris had no idea that she was divorced. And the ring on her finger didn’t help. She was wearing just a regular ring, not her wedding one, purely to avoid unwanted attention from male colleagues who she had no interest in.

"No," she said quietly. "The kids are with Cassian. We… divorced about a month ago."

Eris’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting that. His gaze briefly fell to her right hand, noticing the ring, then he looked at her questioningly.

"I don’t want unnecessary male attention," Nesta explained, taking off the ring and putting it in her bag.

"I didn’t know," Eris said, referring to the divorce. "That explains your sudden eagerness to return. And… I’m sorry it turned out that way."

Feeling a lump forming in her throat, Nesta quickly swallowed and shrugged. "Don’t be. Divorce isn’t as bad as it sounds."

Eris just grunted, sitting back down at his desk while Nesta stood in the doorway.

"Aren’t you heading home?" she asked, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Not many people stay at the office until nine in the evening, especially on Friday."

"And yet, here we both are," Eris chuckled softly. "For some reason, I’m not even surprised."

Nesta gave a small laugh too, knowing it was true. Neither of them was surprised. This was how it had always been. The two of them, constantly striving to do more, to achieve more, never knowing when to stop. Maybe there wasn’t even an endpoint, just endless work toward some abstract goal that, in theory, should satisfy them and make them stop.

"Drink?" Eris suddenly suggested, holding her gaze.

Nesta didn’t think long before nodding in agreement, knowing it was better than going back to an empty apartment. She watched as Eris packed his things into a black case with his initials, grabbed his coat from the hanger, and headed toward the elevator. After descending to the ground floor, they stepped outside, and Eris led the way to the nearest bar.

Given that the area catered to high-powered businessmen, lawyers, and financiers, every establishment was top-tier, so there was no need to worry about the quality of service. Nesta glanced around, unable to shake the feeling of how much she had missed this life.

Eris spoke to the bar’s hostess, asking if they had any available tables. After casually mentioning his last name, the girl bustled around even more, and within five minutes, they were seated in a VIP booth.

"Tell me," Nesta said, looking over the wine menu, "What have I missed all this time?"

"Well, chronologically speaking, changes to legislation of the year…" Eris began, but Nesta snorted. He chuckled softly too. "But seriously, you missed a lot of boring court procedures. The law is the same—boring and monotonous."

Nesta was surprised to hear that from Eris. For her, it had never been boring. It was a challenge, a new obstacle, a new problem to solve by finding the right loophole in the right law. It had always been interesting.

"Seriously?" she asked. "I thought you enjoyed being a lawyer."

"I do enjoy being a lawyer," Eris nodded, gesturing to the waitress to take their order. "But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s incredibly dull without the right opponent on the other side," he smirked faintly.

Nesta didn’t have a chance to ask him more about that statement, as the waitress arrived to take their order.

"Since we’ve already touched on my disastrous personal life, what about yours?" Nesta asked, amused as Eris winced at the question.

"Nothing’s changed," he said dryly. "Some things are better left unchanged."

Back in law school, Eris had stated that he wasn’t a fan of relationships, never wanted them, and never would. It seemed he hadn’t changed his mind, and Nesta realized he had been serious back then.

"I’ve never understood your aversion to relationships," she scoffed.

"It’s not aversion. It’s a preference for not sharing space or wasting resources and time," Eris rolled his eyes. This was a debate they’d had several times before. Nesta genuinely did not understand his stubborn position, and Eris defended that stubborn position even more stubbornly. "Besides, can you imagine me falling in love with someone? Losing my head over a person?”

"I don’t know, maybe you should have at least tried before dismissing the idea," Nesta shrugged. "Falling in love isn’t as complicated as you make it out to be. It’s a lot easier than drafting a corporate merger agreement."

The waitress returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring them each a glass, and then returned with plates of cheese, tartlets with caviar, and other snacks.

"I tried," Eris said quietly. "Didn’t work out."

Nesta didn’t push the topic any further, understanding that if he asked about Cassian, she wouldn’t want to answer either. Instead, she raised her glass, watching as Eris did the same.

"To things staying the same," she smiled faintly, for some reason happy that Eris smiled back.

"To things staying the same," he echoed, clinking his glass with hers and taking a sip.

It was strange to sit in a bar with someone Nesta once thought she despised. Eris used to be far more sarcastic and venomous, perhaps as she had been too. They couldn’t last five minutes in the same room without throwing insults at each other, except in court—there, instead of insults, they used dry legal jargon and countless arguments. And now, here they were, sitting together, drinking wine, and catching up on life. Maturing, she thought.

"I'm glad you're back," Eris said around his fifth glass. Nesta looked at him with surprise.

"I thought you'd be glad there’s no one left to fear in court," she smirked. Eris rolled his eyes.

"I never 'feared' you, just so you know," he scoffed. "But when you left, I did get a bit bored. Few could match you, and those who could were not even nearly as pleasant to look at. And at the same time, I’m glad you’re now working for me, not against me. I'm at the age where you could easily give me a few gray hairs if you faced me in court."

Nesta couldn’t help but laugh at his words. "And you call that not being afraid of me?"

"Just trying to hold onto a bit of pride," Eris grinned.

The rest of the evening, Nesta spent asking Eris about the partner position, thinking that it wasn’t too late for her after all. Later, Eris called them a taxi, giving her address first, then his, despite her protests that it would mean a longer trip for him across the city.

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[paranormalactivity5]

✮If you film me while I suck it you can be a superstar!✮

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Famous!Fem!reader

*This takes place in 1990 simply because cameras were smaller*

A/N: ok second ficc!!! I kinda don't like this tho but it got me out of writers' block soooooo. Also, love the writers' block after one fic. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism!

WARNINGS: P in V, oral sex (f receiving), one thigh slap, chocking, lmk if anything else but I don't think so

word count: 1.2k

You were sitting there staring at yourself in the mirror occasionally taking a nervous peek at the not yet recording camera set on the table next to you, waiting for Eddie to get home. It was Valentine's Day and you finally had the day off but just your luck, Eddie had press all day for Corroded Coffins' new album, you really couldn't be more proud of your boy but…really? Today? You had loved Valentine's Day even before getting into a relationship, just seeing people be happy and in love was nice, and now you were one of them but of course, Eddie's manager Brenda had to take that away, however, you still had some tricks up your sleeve.

Eddie had bought up the idea of possibly recording yourselves having sex, which you were apprehensive about considering your status but you were very intrigued by the idea…..you didn't tell him that though. You wanted to wait for the right moment to bring it back up and this was it. You were dressed up in a light tan sheer little two piece that was littered with little red hearts, it fit you fucking perfectly. He was going to lose his mind.

The second you heard his car pull up in the driveway you threw on your regular fluffy black robe with little comic skulls on it and put the chicken pot pie you had prepared earlier in the oven, you only put it in now because you knew you would be occupied for awhile. You greeted him at the door saying your hellos, and a quick peck on the lips “mmmhp is that chicken pot pie?” he asked smiling “yup, just put it in the oven”. He tells you about his day and all the interviews he did but all you can think about is how hot he looks in those black jeans, that black tee shirt, and leather jacket. He turns around to hang his jacket up and you quickly drop your robe, exposing yourself. He turns back to face you and you swear you can see his Brian short circuit, he does that every time he sees you like this but just as he also does every time he rapidly gatherers himself and a smirk appears on his face. “Well damn baby…” he always speaks so smoothly “I mean I knew you would probably do something but shit, I wasn't expecting this” You can already see him beginning to harden in his jeans which in turn makes heat pool in your stomach.

He walks over and pulls you into him, kissing passionately, only ever pulling apart for air. “Jump” the command from him is so simple but it makes you oh so excited. You do as he says wrapping your legs around his waist and his hands grip your ass, he always holds you so effortlessly, he really is one of those guys that is so much stronger than they look. He begins to walk into your bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Once he gently sets you down on the bed he pulls up to remove his shirt he leans down again but you put your hand on his chest to stop him. He looks confused when you walk over to the dresser, until you hand him the camera.

He looks like he could blow his load right then and there. “...Are you sure?” he asks “Yes.” you say breathless and quickly reattach your mouth to his. He lays you down and turns the camera on but confuses you when he hands you the camera. He lowers himself and starts laying kisses down your stomach and on your hip bones, your breath starts to quicken and you can feel your clit throbbing with need. He continues down, now sucking hickeys into your inner thighs. After what feels like forever he ghosts’ his lips over right where you need him, you can feel his long hair tickling your thighs. He looks au at you with nothing but want in his eyes “Record this baby. Record me making you cum on my tongue”.

He peels your sheer panties off you, the string of your wetness to your underwear could be considered pornographic. The feeling of the cold room was quickly replaced by his warm mouth. You let out a loud moan. the second his mouth is on you he goes to work. Licking around and sucking your on your clit. You use your hand to rub your tit through your bra but he quickly stops his 

actions and slaps you on your thigh causing you to let out a whine. “Keep the camera on me. Or I stop.” he says sternly but you know its killing him not to have his mouth on you right now. You place the camera back on him and he dives back in. You can feel the tension building in your abdomen. For the first time, you look down and you can see him grinding himself into the edge of the bed, and feel him groaning into you; the vibrations are what send you over the edge.

He continued his work on your pussy letting you ride out your orgasm. As soon as you come down from your high his mouth is on yours and he tugs his pants off and puts the camera on the side table where it can get the perfect view. He looks at you for permission, you breathlessly reply “Yes” looking up at him with so much want you can barely see straight. He lines himself up with your entrance. As he pushes in you both let out moans of relief. He quickly begins to build up his pace, You're both moaning so loud  “fuck. Fuck yes. Take it” he groans. he’s pounding into you so good it’s mind numbing.

He pulls the cups of your bra down “Lemme see those perfect tits babe” and begins palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. “Oh my god Eddie” you moan out shakeily. He slides his hand up your body and around your throat just barely putting enough pressure on your pulse point to make your head spin. For the second time tonight, you feel the pressure build and you can tell he’s feeling the same from the way his thrusts are becoming more sloppy and his glorious abdominal muscles are tightening.

“Cum in me, please, Eddie cum in me” you beg him. He leans down to kiss you and his pelvis rubs against you triggering your orgasm, the feeling of you clenching around him triggers his own. You both ride out your highs moaning into each other's mouths. You now lay next to each other with him still inside you feeling the after shocks of your orgasms. “Oh my god….when was the last time I told you how much I love you?” he asks while chuckling sarcastically and you lightly slap him on the chest. Just in time for a nice dinner, after which you will probably show him some gratitude on your knees. 

[caesarflickermans]

this entire post was pre-written—and even more parts than I'm sharing—based on the assumption we'd get a plutarch pov reveal today and I could share it asap.

as I still quite like my ideas, I want to not have it go to waste and now just share it as a nice concept for yall to enjoy ♡ it's first a "what plutarch's role could've been" and then a three-arc structure that summarises my idea on how that concept would've looked like.

Potential role in SOTR

— Plutarch might be an intern/apprentice/junior Gamemaker. We could get an insight into the Gamemaker's office and decipher the difference between actual live footage and what the Gamemakers decide to show to Panem. Here, we could learn about who decides on the "story" for that year's arena (Head Gamemakers, President, powerful sponsors?). Plutarch might learn the first aspects on the craft of propaganda and manipulating a story to shape it to the Capitol's advantage.

— We might learn more about his personal motivation to rebel, such as the previously mentioned death of colleagues following Haymitch's victory, and the influence of his family; perhaps the Heavensbee's were involved in education, hence the Academy hall, and Plutarch might have a unique access to historic knowledge.

— Giving us more insight into beloved characters, such as various victors, the Flickermans, Snow, Tigris, Snow's classmates/their children.

— Learn more about the Capitol's class system and inner power structures.

— We could learn more about how the mentor system worked for the 50th Hunger Games as, outside of Haymitch, it is unlikely every District had four victors to mentor a single tribute.

— Learning more about Snow at the time, potentially exerting his influence over Plutarch & potentially learning more about Snow’s and Tigris’ relationship at the time and first (or continuous) cracks in that relationship that might allude to why they fell/will fall out

— Find out how Haymitch and Plutarch grew to trust each other, potentially by elaborating on the victory tour; maybe Plutarch was one of the remaining Gamemakers who came out alive, hence accompanied Haymitch on his victory tour.

Potential story structure for SOTR

— Act 1: The day of the reaping begins with Plutarch’s first day in the Gamemaking office. We might learn about how the arena was constructed and how last minute preparations work. We could gather a deeper understanding how the Games function as a TV show: Deciding for interesting characters, creating an engaging story for the viewers, how the score evaluation functions. Potentially, we could learn more about the personnel working behind the Games but not in the Gamemaking studio, such as escorts, stylists (Tigris?), and host (Caesar).

# Potential characters to appear: Plutarch, Snow, Tigris, Caesar, various previous victors

— Act 2: The Games themselves occur. We might learn about various tributes, and gather insight in how the games happen live from the various cameras in the studio, and what the Gamemakers decide to air, who to focus on, and what stories they depict. We might learn about how that affects sponsors and viewers, as well as the Districts by seeing the first-ever Final 8 interviews happen. Plutarch might be part of, or otherwise participate in, the Final 8 interviews and potentially go to one District, such as a Career District, or interview Maysilee’s and Haymitch’s friends and family. In addition, we might learn more about Haymitch’s rebellious act, and whether the footage Katniss saw was the truth or whether it had been manipulated, and if so, how.

# Potential characters to appear: Plutarch, Caesar, various previous victors, the family of the Careers, various District 12 characters such as the Everdeens, Mellarks, Undersees, and Abernathys

— Act 3: The aftermath of the Games and victory tour. Plutarch might have lost a mentor figure and several colleagues to Snow's anger. We could learn about how the decision is made to kill Haymitch’s family and how Snow overall reacts to another District 12 victor. We could learn more about how the media shaped the narrative of the 50th Hunger Games, and how the victory tour happened. This could be the true opening of the rebellion where a confused and uncertain Plutarch tries to gather like-minded individuals. He might be told to accompany Haymitch for the victory tour as no one higher up wants to or is dead, and he might use this as an opportunity to befriend and get closer to Haymitch.

# Potential characters to appear: Plutarch, Caesar, various previous victors and specifically Chaff, various District 12 characters such as the Everdeens, Mellarks, and Undersees

— Epilogue: This epilogue could mirror Snow's; whereupon Plutarch sets out to rise in the ranks of the Gamemakers for the purpose of a rebellion he has a clear vision after Act 3. Potentially, he could be featured as trying to gather insight, planning the 51st Games, or going to visit potential future allies, such as Tigris.

[bratzkoo]

into you | kim seokjin pt. 2

Author: bratzkoo | navi Banner made by: @shadowkoo Pairing: actor! seokjin x journalist! reader Word Count: 4.5k~ Genre: fluff, more fluff, angst, more angst Rating: PG-15 Possible Warnings/Note: enemies to lovers seokjin is *chef's kiss*

Summary: Kim Seokjin finds himself entangled in a complex web of emotions when he meets the journalist covering his new series, challenging everything he is.

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Jin was staring at his reflection in his trailer's mirror, adjusting his cravat for what had to be the fifteenth time that morning. The period costume was immaculate – it had been for the past hour – but he couldn't seem to stop fidgeting with it.

"If you keep fussing with that tie, you're going to wrinkle it," Kyrie observed from her spot on his trailer's sofa, not bothering to hide her amusement.

"It's a cravat," Jin corrected automatically, hands finally dropping from the fabric. "And I'm not fussing. I'm ensuring historical accuracy."

"Mhmm." Kyrie's tone was knowing. "And I suppose that has nothing to do with a certain journalist starting her behind-the-scenes coverage today?"

The tips of Jin's ears turned pink, a telltale sign that Kyrie had hit the mark. He chose to ignore her, instead pulling out his phone to check the time. And if he happened to glance at the saved tab of Y/N's article about him – well, that was purely for professional reference.

A knock at the trailer door made him nearly drop his phone. "Mr. Kim? Y/N from Spotlight has arrived."

Jin's heart did a complicated little flip that he steadfastly ignored. "Coming," he called out, shooting one last glance at his reflection.

"Just remember," Kyrie said, her teasing tone shifting to something more serious, "we have a lot riding on this show."

The unspoken reminder of their complicated situation hung in the air. Jin nodded, squaring his shoulders. He was an actor. He could handle this.

That confidence lasted approximately three seconds after stepping out of his trailer, because Y/N standing in the morning sunlight was somehow even more devastating than he'd prepared for. She was dressed professionally in tailored slacks and a blouse, her hair pulled back in a neat bun – though a few stubborn strands had already escaped to frame her face. Jin's fingers itched with the inexplicable urge to tuck them behind her ear.

"Mr. Kim," she greeted, her tone perfectly professional. The same tone that had dissected his career in her article, seeing through his carefully constructed image with unnerving accuracy.

"Ms. Y/N." He managed to keep his voice steady. "Welcome to the 19th century."

Something flickered in her eyes – amusement? skepticism? – before she checked her notebook. "Shall we begin with the scheduled interview?"

And so began what Jin would later refer to as his own personal form of torture. Because Y/N, it turned out, was even more perceptive in person than in print. She had this way of looking at him when he gave one of his practiced answers, one eyebrow slightly raised as if to say 'really? that's what you're going with?'

It was infuriating. It was fascinating. It was definitely not making his heart race.

"You still haven't answered how you're approaching Lord Hawthorne's emotional complexity," she pressed during their third interview session. "Your previous roles have been quite different."

Jin resisted the urge to loosen his cravat. The period costume suddenly felt stifling under her direct gaze. "Every role requires finding the character's truth," he replied smoothly, falling back on his media training.

"That sounds rehearsed," Y/N said bluntly.

The honesty caught him off guard, making him forget his carefully crafted persona for a moment. He looked at her – really looked at her – and found genuine interest beneath her professional exterior. She wasn't trying to trip him up or catch him in a scandal. She actually wanted to understand.

It was terrifying.

"Perhaps we should move on to discussing the costume department?" he suggested instead of admitting how much her observation had affected him.

Later, during a break in filming, Jin found himself drawn to the library set where Y/N was examining the book collection. She was so absorbed in a leather-bound volume that she didn't notice his approach.

"Jane Eyre?" he asked, recognizing the edition in her hands.

Y/N startled slightly, nearly dropping the book. "You know it?"

"Rochester's a bit of an ass, if you ask me," Jin said before he could stop himself. "The whole 'hiding my wife in the attic' thing? Major red flag."

The laugh that escaped Y/N was bright and unguarded, so different from her usual professional demeanor that it made Jin's chest tight. He wanted to hear that laugh again. Wanted to be the cause of it.

The thought sent a jolt of panic through him.

- The ballroom scene that afternoon proved to be Jin's undoing. Every time he turned Kyrie in their practiced dance steps, his eyes would involuntarily find Y/N in the corner. She was taking notes, but her body swayed subtly to the period music, an unconscious movement that made her seem softer somehow, more approachable.

"That's the third time you've missed your cue," Kyrie murmured during their fifth take, quiet enough that only Jin could hear.

"Sorry," he muttered, forcing his attention back to the choreography.

"You're not exactly being subtle, you know."

Jin's step faltered slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cut!" the director called out, frustration evident in his voice. "Jin, can we talk for a moment?"

As Jin made his way over to the director, he caught Y/N hastily scribbling something in her notebook. Probably noting his repeated mistakes. Great. Just what he needed – more ammunition for her to see through his professional facade.

The afternoon dragged on, each scene requiring multiple takes. Not because of any particular difficulty with the choreography, but because Jin's focus kept betraying him. He'd catch a glimpse of Y/N biting her lip in concentration, or tucking those stubborn loose strands behind her ear, and suddenly his carefully maintained Regency manners would slip.

His phone buzzed in his pocket during a break:

Jungkook: "Saw the behind-the-scenes photos the crew's been sharing. Subtle as a brick, hyung 😏"

Jin groaned internally, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Was he really being that obvious?

"Here."

He looked up to find Y/N holding out a cup of coffee – his exact order from the cafe cart that had been set up for the crew.

"You seemed like you could use it," she explained, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Jin took the cup, trying to ignore how his fingers tingled where they brushed against hers. "How did you know my coffee order?"

A faint blush colored Y/N's cheeks. "I'm observant. It's part of my job."

"Right. Your job." The words tasted bitter in his mouth, a reminder of why he needed to maintain his distance.

Y/N lingered for a moment, as if wanting to say more. The late afternoon sun streaming through the set windows caught her face just so, making her eyes seem impossibly bright. Jin found himself holding his breath, caught in the moment.

"Y/N! Got a minute?" One of the crew members called out, breaking the spell.

"I should..." Y/N gestured vaguely in the crew member's direction.

"Right, yes. Of course." Jin straightened, rebuilding his walls. "Thank you for the coffee."

He watched her walk away, the coffee warming his hands but doing nothing for the cold knot in his chest.

"You know," Kyrie said, appearing beside him with her uncanny timing, "for someone who's supposed to be keeping his distance, you're doing a spectacularly bad job."

"Not now, Kyrie."

"I'm just saying." She leaned against the wall next to him. "Maybe if you told her the truth—"

"The truth?" Jin let out a hollow laugh. "Which truth would that be? That I'm involved in covering your secret relationship with Jungkook? That I'm supposed to be focusing on maintaining our public image but instead I can't stop thinking about—" He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"About her?" Kyrie finished softly.

Jin's silence was answer enough.

Later that evening, after most of the crew had left, Jin found himself lingering in his trailer. Through the window, he could see Y/N in her temporary office, illuminated by her laptop screen as she worked on her article. She looked tired, but determined, occasionally pausing to reference her notes or check something on her phone.

His own phone buzzed with a series of messages:

Kyrie: "Stop brooding and go home."

Jungkook: "Everything okay? Kyrie says you're being extra moody today."

Kyrie: "He's not moody, he's pining."

Jungkook: "Ah. The journalist again?"

Kyrie: "You should see him when she's around. It's actually kind of adorable."

Jin: "I can see these messages. This is a group chat."

Jungkook: "We know 😉"

Jin was about to type out a retort when movement caught his eye. Y/N was packing up her things, but seemed to be struggling with her laptop bag. Before he could think better of it, he was out of his trailer and halfway to her office.

"Let me help," he offered, reaching for the bag just as she turned around.

They ended up unnecessarily close, the bag trapped between them. Jin could smell her perfume – something light and floral that made his head spin.

"Oh! Mr. Kim—"

"Jin," he corrected automatically, then immediately regretted it. First names were dangerous territory.

"Jin," she repeated softly, and god, he was not prepared for how his name would sound in her voice. "I... actually wanted to ask you something."

His heart rate picked up. "Oh?"

"Yesterday, in the costume department... that phone call seemed intense." She hesitated, studying his reaction. "Is everything okay?"

The genuine concern in her voice made his chest ache. For a moment – one dangerous, tempting moment – he considered telling her everything. About the pressure of maintaining appearances, about the complicated relationship he shared with Kyrie and Jungkook, about how her presence was simultaneously the best and most terrifying thing to happen to him in years.

Instead, he took a careful step back. "Everything's fine. Just business." His voice came out colder than intended.

The hurt that flashed across Y/N's face felt like a physical blow. "Right. Of course. Well, good night... Mr. Kim."

The return to formality stung, but isn't this what he wanted? What he needed?

Back in his apartment that night, Jin lay awake staring at his phone. Y/N's contact information glowed on the screen – obtained for "professional purposes" only. His thumb hovered over the message field.

He wanted to apologize for being cold.

He wanted to ask what she thought of Jane Eyre.

He wanted to tell her that her coffee order was one sugar, no cream.

He wanted...

A text from Jungkook interrupted his thoughts: "Meeting tomorrow about the album rollout. Also, hyung? She looks at you too."

Jin pressed his face into his pillow with a groan. He was so, so screwed.

- The next few days on set became an elaborate dance of avoidance and inevitable collision. Every time Jin tried to maintain his professional distance, he'd find himself gravitating towards Y/N like she had her own magnetic field. And she wasn't making it any easier – not with the way she'd watch him during scenes with those analytical eyes that seemed to see right through him.

"You're doing it again," Kyrie whispered during another take of their ballroom scene.

"What?" Jin muttered, trying to focus on the steps.

"Looking at her like she's the only person in the room."

Jin nearly missed his next turn. "I am not—"

"Cut!" The director's voice rang out. "Jin, what's going on? You nailed this scene yesterday."

From her corner, Y/N glanced up from her notebook, her expression unreadable. Jin caught her eye for a brief moment before she quickly looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. The simple reaction sent his heart into overdrive.

"Sorry," he called out to the director. "Let's go again."

During their break, Jin overheard two crew members talking:

"Have you noticed how the journalist looks at him when she thinks no one's watching?"

"Please, have you seen how he looks at her? The sexual tension is insane."

Jin's hand tightened around his coffee cup. He shouldn't care about their gossip. He shouldn't feel this flutter in his stomach at the thought of Y/N watching him. He definitely shouldn't want to know exactly how she looks at him when he's not looking back.

His phone buzzed:

Jungkook: "The album's almost ready. We need to be extra careful now." Kyrie: "Jin's a bit distracted lately..." Jungkook: "I noticed. The photos from set are... telling." Jin: "Can we focus on the actual issue here?" Kyrie: "Your crushing on the journalist IS an issue, babe." Jin: "I'm not crushing on anyone." Jungkook: "Sure, hyung. And I'm not the most successful soloist of the year 😏"

Jin shoved his phone away in frustration, only to look up and find Y/N approaching his spot by the refreshment table. She hesitated a few feet away, and he could see her mentally debating whether to continue forward or retreat.

"Ms. Y/N," he acknowledged, hating how formal it sounded.

"I was wondering if we could discuss the emotional progression of your character," she said, all professional despite the uncertainty in her eyes. "For the article."

Always for the article. The reminder was like a bucket of cold water.

"Of course," Jin replied, gesturing to a quiet corner of the set. As they walked, he noticed she kept a careful distance between them, as if afraid to get too close. He tried to ignore how much that hurt.

"Your scene today," she began, consulting her notes. "It seemed... different from yesterday's take."

"Different how?" He knew exactly how, but he wanted – needed – to hear her perspective.

Y/N bit her lip, a habit Jin had noticed she had when choosing her words carefully. "Less... controlled. More authentic, maybe? Like you were letting real emotions bleed through."

The accuracy of her observation made him want to laugh. Or cry. Or maybe both.

"Method acting," he deflected, offering his media-ready smile.

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly. "You don't do method acting. You said so yourself in your interview with Vogue last month."

Of course she'd remember that. Of course she'd done her research. Of course she'd see right through his excuse.

"People change," he said weakly.

"Do they?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable. For a moment, neither of them was talking about acting anymore.

The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and carefully maintained boundaries threatening to crumble. Jin found himself leaning forward slightly, drawn in by the question in her eyes.

"Y/N..." His voice came out rougher than intended.

Her phone rang, shattering the moment. It was her editor, Yannie, requiring her immediate attention. Y/N practically fled, leaving Jin standing there with all the words he couldn't say stuck in his throat.

"That was painful to watch," Kyrie commented, appearing beside him with a sympathetic expression.

"Don't," Jin warned.

"You know, this would all be simpler if you just—"

"Nothing about this is simple," he cut her off. "Nothing about us – about any of this – is simple."

Kyrie's expression softened. "Maybe that's okay. Maybe it doesn't have to be simple to be right."

Before Jin could respond, a commotion near the costume department caught their attention. Someone had dropped a box of accessories, sending period-appropriate jewelry scattering across the floor. Without thinking, Jin moved to help, only to find himself reaching for the same necklace as Y/N.

Their hands brushed, sending electricity up his arm. Y/N jerked back as if burned, the necklace falling between them.

"Sorry," they both said simultaneously.

Behind them, someone cleared their throat. Jin turned to find one of the crew members holding up their phone, having clearly captured the moment on camera.

"Just for the behind-the-scenes documentation," they said with a knowing smile.

Jin felt the blood drain from his face. Y/N was already backing away, her professional mask firmly in place but her eyes betraying her panic.

His phone buzzed again:

Jungkook: "We might have a problem. Some photos are circulating..."

Jin looked at Y/N's retreating form, then at the message from Jungkook, then at Kyrie's concerned face. Everything was spinning out of control, and he had no idea how to stop it.

-

The headlines that morning were particularly nauseating:

"BRIDGERTON'S GOLDEN COUPLE: JIN AND KYRIE'S CHEMISTRY SIZZLES ON AND OFF SCREEN" "FROM PAGE TO PASSION: ARE JIN AND KYRIE BRINGING ROMANCE TO LIFE?" "COSTARS TO LOVERS? INSIDE JIN AND KYRIE'S INTIMATE SCENES"

Jin scrolled through his phone with growing unease, hyper-aware of Y/N's presence across the set. She was interviewing one of the costume designers, but he caught her glancing at the entertainment news headlines on her laptop. Each time she looked his way, her expression would become carefully blank – a journalist's poker face that made his chest ache.

"We need to play this up more," his manager informed him during their morning meeting. "The publicity is perfect for the show. I want you and Kyrie to be seen having lunch together. Maybe take a walk in the park where paparazzi just happen to be."

Jin's jaw clenched. "More staged photos?"

"Whatever it takes. The networks love this narrative."

Meanwhile, Kyrie was dealing with her own storm of emotions. Jin watched as she checked her phone for what had to be the hundredth time that morning, no doubt looking for messages from Jungkook that she couldn't publicly acknowledge.

"He understands," she whispered to Jin between takes. "But it's still hard."

"I know," Jin replied, equally quiet. They both watched as Y/N made notes in her journal, probably documenting their apparent closeness for her article.

The irony wasn't lost on him – everyone watching them, thinking they were witnessing a romance blooming, while the real story was completely different. Kyrie's heart belonged to Jungkook, and Jin's... well, his kept betraying him every time Y/N walked into a room.

"Ready for the love scene?" the director called out.

Jin felt rather than saw Y/N's head snap up at those words. He desperately wanted to look her way, to explain somehow that this wasn't what she might think, but he couldn't. Instead, he took his position with Kyrie, both of them professionals playing their parts.

"Big smile," Kyrie muttered through her teeth as cameras flashed from the approved behind-the-scenes photographers. "We're madly in love, remember?"

Jin smiled on cue, all too aware of Y/N watching them with those perceptive eyes of hers. He wondered what she saw – did she buy into the publicity narrative? Or did she sense something off, the way she seemed to sense everything about him?

His phone vibrated in his pocket:

Jungkook: "The photos of you two are everywhere. You're trending again." Kyrie: "I miss you." Jungkook: "Soon. Once the album drops..." Jin: "...This is the gc, little flirts"

But focusing became increasingly difficult as the day wore on. Every staged intimate moment with Kyrie felt like a betrayal – not just of Y/N, who kept her professional distance but couldn't quite hide the hurt in her eyes, but of the truth itself.

During their lunch break, which they were required to take together at a visible table, Kyrie sighed. "This is exhausting."

"Which part?" Jin asked, though he knew. All of it was exhausting – the pretense, the secrets, the careful dance of public perception.

"Jungkook saw the new photos," she said quietly. "The ones where we're 'gazing lovingly' at each other. He laughed it off, but..." She trailed off, staring at her untouched salad.

Jin understood. It was one thing to agree to this arrangement, another to watch the person you love being paired with someone else in the public eye.

"Y/N's watching us again," Kyrie noted, changing the subject. "She looks like she's trying to solve a puzzle."

"She's good at that," Jin muttered. "Too good."

"Maybe that's not a bad thing?" Kyrie suggested carefully. "If she figures it out—"

"She can't," Jin cut her off, even as his heart protested. "There's too much at stake. Your career, Jungkook's album launch, the show..."

"Your feelings for her?"

Jin didn't answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

Later, during a scene break, Jin overheard Y/N interviewing Kyrie:

"Your chemistry with Jin seems very natural," Y/N said, her professional tone perfectly maintained despite the slight tension in her shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is," Kyrie replied with a practiced laugh. "When you spend so much time with someone..." She let the implication hang in the air, playing her part perfectly.

Jin wanted to scream. Wanted to tell Y/N that none of it was real, that the person Kyrie's heart raced for was currently in a recording studio across town, that his own heart was currently doing somersaults just watching Y/N tuck her hair behind her ear as she took notes.

Instead, he walked over and placed a gentle hand on Kyrie's shoulder, just as they'd been instructed to do whenever cameras were around. "Ready for the next scene?"

He felt Y/N's eyes on them, saw the way she pressed her pen a little too hard against her notebook. The urge to explain himself was overwhelming.

His phone buzzed again:

Jungkook: "The album teaser drops next week. Everything has to be perfect until then." Kyrie: "I hate this." Jin: "Just a little longer. We can do this."

But looking at Y/N's carefully composed expression as she watched them play their parts, Jin wasn't so sure he could.

-

The next morning brought fresh hell in the form of a gossip column featuring candid shots from the garden scene. The photos were artfully arranged to tell a story of blooming romance between costars, complete with "inside source" quotes about Jin and Kyrie's off-screen chemistry.

Jin found Y/N in her makeshift office, the article prominently displayed on her laptop screen. She quickly switched tabs when she noticed him, but not before he caught sight of her browser history – she'd been researching his previous projects, interviews where he'd talked about dating, articles about method acting and on-screen chemistry.

"Good morning," she said, her voice carefully neutral. Professional. Distant.

"The articles are exaggerated," he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Y/N's eyebrows rose slightly. "I wasn't aware you owed me any explanations, Mr. Kim."

The formal address felt like a slap. "I don't," he agreed, hating how everything he said came out wrong. "I just..."

"Places, everyone!" The director's voice saved him from fumbling further. "Jin, we need you in costume!"

He lingered for a moment too long, watching Y/N return to her laptop, her shoulders tense. His phone buzzed:

Jungkook: "Music video filming starts next week. Everything needs to stay under wraps until then." Kyrie: "Just saw the gossip columns. 🙄 You okay?" Jin: "Define okay." Kyrie: "That bad, huh?"

The morning's scene was particularly challenging – a quiet moment between his character and Kyrie's, full of loaded glances and unspoken feelings. The irony wasn't lost on him that while everyone thought they were watching two actors falling in love, they were actually watching two friends trying to protect someone else's romance while his own heart was being pulled in a completely different direction.

"Cut!" The director called out. "Jin, you're supposed to be looking at Kyrie like she's your whole world, not glancing off-camera every five seconds!"

Jin's ears burned, knowing exactly who he'd been unconsciously looking for. Y/N was studiously taking notes, but he caught the slight flush on her cheeks. She'd noticed too.

During their break, Kyrie cornered him behind a set piece. "This is getting messier by the minute," she muttered.

"I'm handling it," Jin insisted.

"Are you? Because from where I'm standing, you're about five minutes away from either kissing that journalist or having a complete breakdown."

"I'm not—" Jin started to protest, but Kyrie cut him off.

"You literally brought her coffee this morning. Her exact order. And yesterday you snapped at a crew member for interrupting her interview. And don't even get me started on how you keep finding excuses to walk past her office."

"...Is it that obvious?"

"Only to everyone with eyes." Kyrie's expression softened. "Look, I get it. Trust me, I understand complicated feelings. But we need to be careful right now. Jungkook's album—"

"I know," Jin cut in. "I know, okay? The album, the show, our careers. I know what's at stake."

"Do you? Because every time she looks at you with those big questioning eyes of hers, you look about ready to spill every secret we have."

Before Jin could respond, they heard voices approaching:

"—just think there might be more to the story," Y/N was saying.

"Like what?" Another journalist's voice. "It's obvious they're together. The chemistry—"

"Seems practiced," Y/N cut in. "Almost... choreographed."

Jin's heart stopped. Beside him, Kyrie tensed.

"You're too cynical," the other journalist laughed. "Next you'll tell me you think it's all for publicity."

"I just think..." Y/N paused, and Jin could picture her biting her lip the way she did when choosing her words carefully. "I think there are layers here we're not seeing."

The voices faded as they passed, but the damage was done. She was getting too close to the truth.

Later that afternoon, following their manager's instructions, Jin and Kyrie had to do a "candid" walk through the set's garden, knowing photographers were stationed nearby. As they strolled, arm in arm, Jin caught sight of Y/N watching from her office window. Her expression was carefully blank, but he saw her hand tighten around her pen until her knuckles turned white.

"She's hurting," Kyrie whispered.

"So am I," Jin admitted quietly.

That evening, as most of the crew was packing up, Jin found himself drawn to Y/N's office again. She was alone, staring at her screen with unfocused eyes.

"The article's not going well?" he asked, trying for casual.

Y/N jumped slightly, then composed herself. "Actually, I'm looking at your old interviews. Trying to understand..."

"What?"

She turned to face him fully. "How someone so supposedly transparent in interviews can be hiding so much."

Jin felt the blood drain from his face. "I don't know what you—"

"Don't," she cut him off softly. "Please don't lie to me. Not again."

The plea in her voice undid him. For a moment, he wanted to tell her everything – about Jungkook and Kyrie's secret relationship, about the album collaboration, about how every staged romantic moment with Kyrie felt like a betrayal of not just the truth but of his growing feelings for Y/N.

Instead, he took a step back. "I should go."

"Jin," she called after him, dropping the formal address. He froze. "Whatever you're protecting... I hope it's worth all this."

He didn't turn around. Couldn't. If he looked at her now, he might break.

His phone buzzed one last time as he fled:Jungkook: "One more week. Just hold on for one more week." Kyrie: "We're losing him..." Jin: "I'm fine." Kyrie: "No, you're not. And neither is she."

[eretzyisrael]

by Hank Berrien

A bombshell new report states that the British government is knowingly sending millions of pounds to the terrorist group Hamas.

NGO Monitor obtained a British Consulate-General in Jerusalem (BCGJ) document dated November 2022 with a plan for “UK Humanitarian Support in the Occupied Palestinian Territories.”

The document notes distribution of “multi-purpose cash” assistance in Gaza.  The document states, “The cash assistance component will be implemented in coordination with the Ministry of Social Development MoSD. … The MoSD in Gaza is affiliated with the de facto authorities and thus UK Aid can be linked directly or indirectly with supporting the de factor [sic] authority (Hamas) in Gaza which is part of a proscribed group.”

“Since taking control of Gaza in 2007, Hamas has employed a number of methods to divert international aid,” NGO Monitor wrote. “By exploiting monies and material intended for humanitarian purposes, the terrorist organization expanded its military infrastructure, paid salaries, and cemented its rule. More disturbingly, this aid diversion was central in Hamas’ preparations for the October 7 massacre, including the construction of tunnels and other military installations, and stockpiling supplies and resources.”

“Hamas has exercised effective control over the MoSD in Gaza for several years. In April 2019, Hamas appointed a politburo member, Ghazi Hamad, to lead the Ministry,” NGO Monitor notes. “As of July 2024, Hamas leader and politburo member, Ghazi Hamad, heads the Gaza branch of the MoSd. … In November 2024, the US Treasury Department designated Hamad, labeling him a “senior Hamas official. … In an October 24, 2023 interview on Lebanese television, Hamad hailed the October 7th massacre.”

“A Hamas-controlled entity was an integral partner in determining how cash assistance provided by the UK government to UNICEF would be distributed in Gaza,” NGO Monitor’s Anne Herzberg explained.

Israeli journalist Amit Segal noted after reading the report that the funding appears to have continued after the Hamas terrorist offensive.

“But maybe London changed its policy after October 7?“ Segal asked rhetorically. “Well, in March 2024, UNICEF wrote that it ‘maintained and strengthened the partnership with the MoSD,’ adding in November that ‘this humanitarian cash transfer program in the Gaza Strip is supported by the European Union, the UK Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office (FCDO).’”

“Citing the UN Financial Tracking System, NGO Monitor wrote that ‘in 2024, the UK provided UNICEF with approximately $23.1 million for West Bank and Gaza operations,’” Segal pointed out, adding, “And yet, at the same time that Britain is knowingly sending millions of pounds to Hamas, British Prime Minister Keir Starmer is busy condemning Israel for the war in Gaza.”

[onceuponatown]

The Loomis Radio School, Washington D.C. ca. 1921.

The school was located at 401 Ninth St. N.W. and operated with the call letters 3YA. By 1920 it was offering a six month course enabling the graduate to obtain a first grade commercial radio license and by January of 1922 was offering a four year course with a degree in Radio Engineering bestowed on graduates.

The school was founded by Mary Texanna Loomis, pictured in the last photo.

Born August 18, 1880 near Goliad, Texas. She was the second child born to Alvin Isaac and Caroline (Dryer) Loomis. Though born on homestead in Texas in 1880, by 1883 her parents had returned to Rochester NY and then on to Buffalo where Alvin became president of a large delivery and storage company. Little is known of her early years, but appears she had a fairly middle-class up bringing. She seemed well schooled, with an early interest in music and language (she mastered French, German and Italian) Her early years were spent in Buffalo, NY and she later relocated to Virginia. 

During the early years of World War I, she became interested in the new field of wireless telegraphy. There was a family precedent; her cousin, Dr. Mahlon Loomis, had conducted early wireless experiments with moderate success and may in fact have been the first person, in 1865, to send and receive wireless signals. 

Mary soon became proficient enough in wireless telegraphy to be granted a license by the United States Department of Commerce. Thoroughly fascinated with the field now called “radio”, she decided to turn her expertise into a career. Also, she wanted to do something that would honor her pioneering ancestor. Her idea was to do this by founding a radio school. 

Though radio was indeed, for many years, a profession dominated by men, Mary Loomis around age 40 took no notice and in 1920 founded the Loomis Radio School in Washington, D.C. and it quickly gained an excellent reputation. Ms. Loomis set high standards for the school and it attracted students not only from the United States but Europe and Asia as well. Loomis enjoyed teaching as much as she enjoyed radio itself. In an interview, she said, “Really, I am so infatuated with my work that I delight in spending from 12 to 15 hours a day at it. My whole heart and soul are in this radio school.” 

As president and Lecturer of the Loomis Radio School, Mary authored a definitive book on radio, named “Radio Theory and Operating.” 

By January 1922 the school was offering a four year course with a degree in Radio Engineering bestowed on graduates. Loomis also intended that her students understand more than just the inner and outer workings of radio. In addition to a radio laboratory (with equipment constructed almost entirely by Mary herself), the school maintained a complete shop capable of teaching carpentry, drafting and basic electricity. She reasoned that many of her graduates might find themselves at sea, or in other challenging situations and she wanted them adequately prepared. “No man,” Ms. Loomis said, at the time, “can graduate from my school until he learns how to make any part of the apparatus. I give him a blueprint of what I want him to do and tell him to go into the shop and keep hammering away until the job is completed.” 

The school appears to have been in existence at least through the early 1930's, but it has not been possible to find information after that.

In an interview given to H.O. Bishop of the Dearborn Independent in 1921, Mary was asked: “What sort of young men are taking up the radio profession?” to which she replied:

“The Kind who have grit and want to get there! Virtually all of them are ambitious and enthusiastic over the possibility of visiting every nook and corner of the world. My students are not only enrolled from various sections of the USA and Canada but from many foreign countries, such as Sweden, Ireland, England, Poland, Russia, Austria, Rumania and the Philippines. One of the brightest pupils I ever had was Prince Walimuhomed of Far-away Afghanistan. He was an extremely modest young man, keeping his real identity a secret until after graduating. He said he had no idea of earning his living by working at radio, but just wanted to know all about it. He does.You have no idea how much happiness I get out of the success of each individual graduate. My boys keep in touch with me from all parts of the world. Scarcely a day goes by that I do not get some trinket or postcard from some remote section of the world. I have made the wonderful discovery that the only way for me to get happiness for myself is to make some one else happy. I find that I am making these young men happy by teaching them every phase of the radio business so that they can earn a comfortable living for themselves and their dependents and at the same time, see the great big beautiful world.

As far as we can figure out, Mary Loomis left Washington D.C. around 1935 and moved to San Francisco where she worked as a stenographer. She died in 1960 and is interred at Woodlawn Memorial Park, Colma, CA. 

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