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Love At First Sight > Part One

Summary-> Henry finds himself standing at the altar for the celebrity version of Love at First Sight, where he marries Alexa. Once married, nearly every moment of their new life will be documented for a year.

But the real question is, will they be married at the end of that year?

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/OFC (Alexa)

Word Count-> 9.6k

Warnings-> PG: Arranged Marriage, Language, Banter, Alcohol

Inspiration-> Nick and Vanessa Lachey's Love is Blind on Netflix.

Author’s Note-> The correct post! Hopefully the next parts won't so long. Not doing a lo of warning. But there's not many to do. I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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–The Wedding–

Henry was terrified as he paced his dressing room, his shaking hands fiddling with the buttons of his suit jacket. He was dressed to the nines, in a dark blue, three-piece suit with a charcoal, button down dress shirt and black tie, sporting thin gold stripes. He glanced at himself in the mirror for the millionth time, seeing his neatly brushed curls that he'd cut the afternoon before in preparation for the event, and the smoothness of his cheeks, lightly adorned with his sandalwood aftershave.

“God, what have I gotten myself into?” He fretted, biting his bottom lip as he turned on the heels of his shining, black dress shoes, to pace the length of the room again. “Marrying someone, I don't know, with the world watching, then having our every moment followed afterward for the next year.” He felt his heart thunder harder.

Henry's agent had come to him, saying that a casting agent for a show about celebrities who marry each other, at first sight, on the altar, after the show's team of matchmakers, therapists, relationship experts and host of other people match them with each other. Once married, a small film crew would follow them around for a year, to see if they would stay married or divorce. At first, Henry declined the offer, four or five times. But, when his agent came back to him with the show's last offer, a week before his thirty-eighth birthday, Henry had been in a mood, feeling his 'clock' ticking on finding a wife on his own, after so many failed relationships, and starting a family.

So, he had impulsively said yes.

Now, eight months later, Henry was dressed in his wedding suit, waiting to be taken out to the altar so he could meet his future wife. Only knowing her first name, Alexa. He had tried to think of all the famous 'Alexa's' he knew, that had the potential to be paired with him, based on the criteria they'd given him. Such as not marrying him to a woman more than ten years his junior, but there were very few and he wasn't allowed to contact them to ask.

There was a soft knock on his door and Henry paused, turning as it opened and the crew member taking care of him popped their head in.

“We're ready for you, Mr. Cavill.” He smiled at Henry, giving him a warm and encouraging smile.

“Right.” Henry smiled back, trying to exude a calmness, following him out.

The crew member directed Henry to the stage, where they had set up the gorgeous altar, motioning to Henry's mark by the Humanist Chaplain, Preston Larson, who also offered a smile and slight nod.

“How are you?” He asked, in a low voice.

“Nervous.” Henry chuckled, smirking at him.

“I would be shocked, if you weren't!” Preston laughed back, reaching out to rest his hand on Henry's shoulder. “But it'll be great.” He told him, hoping to instill some confidence in him.

“I hope so.” Henry mumbled, taking a deep breath, his eyes moving towards the French doors he'd come through, watching the crew close them, signaling that things were starting to really progress and the moment of no return had come.

The assistant director behind the camera signaled and the wedding music started, sending Henry's heart into his throat. Everything he had been worrying over and thinking about for the last eight months rushed him. Who is she? What did she do for a living and how would it interact with his career as an actor? What did she look like? Would they get along and like each other? Or would they end up hating each other? They both had already signed a contract that stated they couldn't divorce or separate, until the one year mark, for the benefit of the show's content, and obviously the ratings. They could live apart, but that was about it. They would still be obligated to see each other for filming, however.

It would be a draw to see them struggle and argue, or just be cold and ignore one another.

The double doors opened and Henry felt his back straighten, his cerulean eyes widening a fraction as his soon-to-be wife appeared around the corner to stand in the doorway. He felt his thundering heart skip a beat and pause. He vaguely recognized her as one of the many 'Alexa's' he had looked up. She was Alexa Forsberg, a thirty year old musician from Norway. Alexa and her band were quite accomplished, having numerous albums and singles out, topping charts and going platinum. Henry was sure he even had a few of their songs on his Spotify playlist.

He thought she looked utterly gorgeous in her dress, as well. She was wearing an elegant lace, fit and flare, applique on tulle dress, that had a beaded and sheer illusion adorned with thin beaded spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline. Its finishes were a lace up back closure, matching lace embellished hem and a chapel length train. Her snow-white hair flowed down her back, but was adorned with beautiful braids. He also noticed her left arm, from the top of her shoulder to the crease of her elbow, was tattooed.

Alexa's nervous expression turned to one of surprise, seeing Henry standing at the altar, awaiting her. Of all the people she considered meeting at the altar, the amazing and handsome Henry Cavill was not on Alexa's list. Long or short. She figured he would have women climbing all over him, that he'd have someone in his life.

Seems not. She thought, slowly making her way towards the Brit, manic butterflies swarming her stomach.

Henry instinctively reached a hand out to her, as she reached him, momentarily forgetting the rolling cameras and the promotion photographers that were on them. Alexa smiled and took Henry's hand, feeling the gentle, but strong grasp he had on hers, the signet ring on his pinky cooling her heated skin. He smiled down at her, his blue orbs glittering in the lights, Alexa's knees formed into jelly as she stared up at him, feeling all of his attention on her, and only on her.

“Hi.” Henry greeted her quietly, feeling a jitter of another kind.

“Hi.” Alexa replied, grinning and shyly biting her bottom lip. “It's nice to meet you.” She giggled softly, blushing.

He laughed, his head bowing forward slightly. “It's great to meet you too.”

“Shall we?” Preston gently interrupted, smiling between the two of them.

Clearing his throat, Henry helped guide Alexa up onto the raised altar, before joining her. “I'm ready, if she is.”

Alexa took a deep breath and nodded. “I'm ready.” She said, smiling over at Henry.

Reaching over again, Henry took her hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing that they both were in this weird and strange situation together, wanting her to know he was there, even though they just met. Preston looked between them, sensing a bond forming between them, a rare occurrence on the already four complete seasons of the show. He had a small suspicion that Alexa and Henry could be one of the few successes.

“Today, Henry and Alexa, before I marry you today, it is my duty, before God, to remind you of the solemn and binding character of the vows you are about to take.” Preston declared, reciting from the small black book in his hands, before casting his kind, hazel eyes to Henry. “Henry Cavill, do you take Alexa Forsberg, to be your wife and do you promise to stay true to her, as long as both of you shall live?”

A small lump began to form in Henry's throat, before he felt the light pressure of Alexa's hand, it filled him with the courage and calm he needed, on the outside. “I do.” He nodded, glancing down at her, the smile on his lips widening, upon seeing hers.

Preston smiled at them both. “And Alexa, do you take Henry, to be your husband, will you honor and cherish him, as long as you both shall live?” He asked her, seeing a shy and nervous sparkle in her icy-blue eyes as she nodded.

“I do.” She answered, sounding positive.

“Do either of you have anything to say?” Preston asked, glancing between them.

“I know this is unconventional and we only just met,” Henry spoke up, biting his lip and glancing down at their joined hands. “But I promise to do right by you.” He swore, glancing back into her eyes.

Alexa melted, feeling the weight of his words. “I have all faith in you.” She replied, squeezing his hand. “And in us.”

Preston closed his book, hugging it to his chest as he regarded them. “Henry and Alexa, it gives me great pleasure to declare that you are legally husband and wife.” He announced, clapping.

It was a mindless impulse that caused Henry to carefully cup one side of Alexa's face in his large palm and lean in to kiss her. Not catching himself, until he felt his lips on hers and her momentary hesitation, before returning it. Pulling away, Henry took her hand again and they walked down the aisle, back towards the French doors and backstage, where they would get a little alone together, before doing interviews. After that, they'd be able to change out of their wedding outfits, so they could leave and head towards the airport, where they would fly to their destination honeymoon.

Which, at the moment, neither of them

They made it into the dressing room that connected theirs, with Henry's on the left and Alexa's on the right. It was decorated with roses and rose petals, a bottle of champagne on ice with two champagne glasses, their silver stems curved, so they formed a heart when side by side. Mr. Henry Cavill, Groom, engraved on one and Mrs. Alexa Cavill, Bride, engraved on the other.

Seeing the glasses solidified the situation even more to them.

“I'm sorry about kissing you.” Henry blurted out, carding a hand through his hair.

Alexa giggled, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, her lips still tingled from the contact. “It's more than all right, Henry.” She assured him, moving over to take a seat and slip off the cut-out heels she was wearing. “I'm sure it's something we'll be doing more of.” She commented, looking up at him.

“True.” He nodded, moving towards the bubbly. “Are you thirsty?” He asked, motioning to it.

“I am.”

Peeling the gold foil off, Henry carefully popped the cork and poured her a half-glass, handing it over, before pouring himself one. “Can I ask, why did you decide to do this?” He inquired, taking a sip and moving to sit across from her.

Alexa blushed again and looked at her engraved name, considering his question for a moment. “I don't know.” She finally answered, her brow creasing as she searched for a better explanation. “Almost all of my brothers are married.” She said, finally taking a drink of champagne, enjoying the dry crispness. “The ones that aren't are either engaged or have kids. Then again,-” She laughed, shaking her head. “I say, almost, like two of them are old enough.”

“Wait.” Henry shook his head, confused. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Oh!” She smirked over at him, leaning back in her chair. “You have quite the gauntlet ahead of you. My parents had eight kids. Seven of which are all boys. Minus myself, obviously. I'm dead center, at number six, with my twin brother, Jakob.”

“Christ alive!” Henry gasped, eyes wide. “And I thought I had a lot of brothers, at four. Who's the oldest and youngest?”

“My brother, Erik, is the oldest. He's forty-four, and the youngest is Einar, who just turned eight.” She informed him, a fond smile on her face. “I can recite everyone else's names for you later.” She giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You'll probably have to tell me a couple times, till I meet them.” Henry laughed back.

“True.” She nodded, amused. “But, I figured I should probably get into a relationship, before Einar beats me to it, and this came up. So, I thought, what's the worst that could happen? A divorce lawyer?” She quipped, but saw a glimpse of light in Henry's eye, telling her he didn't find it quite as funny. “Well, it can't go any worse than my previous relationship. How about you?”

Henry pressed his lips together and stared into his champagne, his shoulders stiff for a moment. “I was engaged once before, when I was in my late twenties, but it didn't work out.” He explained quietly, a sore strain in his voice. “I figured I would be married and have, at least, one kid by now. Yet,-” He heaved a heavy sigh, biting his lip. “Well, I don't. I originally turned the show down a couple times. But, as the thought of hitting forty soon, and not having either of those things, or one of them, hit me. I figured this was, sort of, my last chance at getting that dream, of having what my brothers have.”

He looked over at her, his brow creased and his eyes troubled and slightly glassy. “Do you want kids?” He asked, a worried bubble in his stomach, realizing Alexa could possibly not want to have children.

“I do.” She nodded, honestly, feeling the urge to get up and soothe him. “I'd like, at least, two.” She told him something never talked to anyone about her dream of children before. “Having an only child, being from a large family, is just an odd feeling and it doesn't seem right, knowing the bond siblings give each other.”

Henry felt a tightness that had wrapped around his chest, like a rubber band, snap with relief. “I feel the same way.” He smiled, licking his lips.

“So, where do you think they're sending us on our honeymoon?” Alexa asked, cocking a brow at the black gift box, wrapped in a deep-red satin ribbon-bow.

“Hopefully somewhere warm.” Henry laughed, remembering the pouring rain as he hurried out of the car to get into the building several hours before. Setting his glass aside and picking the box up, he balanced it in his palm, before carefully tugging the bow free and opening the lid.

Setting the lid on the table beside his champagne, Henry reached inside the box and pulled out a card with two plane tickets. “Looks like we'll be spending our two week long honeymoon at a sweet, little villa, in Tamarindo, Costa Rica.”

“Ooo.” Alexa cooed, finishing off her drink. “I haven't been to Costa Rica in a long time.”

“I've never been to Costa Rica.” Henry commented, setting the tickets aside.

“It's beautiful.” She smiled, fondly. “I'm sure you'll love it.”

“I'm sure I will.” He replied, smiling back at her, holding her eyes and felt a bubble and spark in the pit of his stomach, before shifting his gaze to her tattooed arm. He'd never dated a woman so heavily tattooed before, he did have a few exes with one or two in discreet places, but nothing like Alexa's half sleeve.

“Does my sleeve bother you?” Alexa asked, following his eyes.

Henry started, blinking rapidly to try and clear any expression that came across as disapproval or as if it would prevent him from being attracted to her. Which he was. “No!” He blurted out, quickly. “God, no.” He said, in a more natural tone. “It's just I've never been with a woman with such an intricate tattoo before. Two girlfriends I've dated that had tattoos, had them on their ankles. A butterfly and a little, blue heart.”

“This isn't my only tattoo.” Alexa chuckled at him, an amused and playful light in her blue eyes, holding her arms out to him, showing him the tattoos there.

Tattooed on the inside of her left wrist was a heart and pentagram combination, forming a Heartagram, the logo of the Finnish band, HIM. While on right arm, just below her elbow, on the inside, was an infinity symbol with a semicolon interrupting one side of the loop.

“I have a few other tattoos, one is on my back. It's Family, written in Ogham, or Middle Irish, surrounded by my family's zodiac constellations.” She explained to him, unconsciously reaching back to touch the general area where it was. “And what is actually my biggest, and arguably my most important, tattoo is actually on my side.” Alexa touched her left side, biting her lip and hoping she wasn't putting Henry off. “But it sort of branches out to my back and stomach.”

“What's that one?” Henry asked, curious.

“It's the tree of life, Yggdrasil.” She told him, with a sort of pride. “But it's also sort of combined with a Cherry Blossom tree. I love Cherry Blossom trees.” She confessed to him, beaming. “I suffer, I'll tell you this now, from chronic depression, and have since I was a kid. Winter, while has been, ironically, my favorite season, doesn't do wonders for my depression, with the dark and gloominess. But, there's always been this cool sweet spot to it, for me, because outside my flat, there are three Cherry Blossom trees. They're early blooming trees. They're sorta known for being the first sign of Spring being heralded in, and Winter ending.”

“Seeing those teeny, delicate flowers blooming, while everything is still rainy or snowy and dark, right outside my window, is such a breath of fresh air. Like, they're helping me out of my own winter.”

Henry softly nodded, his expression understanding and empathetic. “I can relate to that.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled, looking into her empty glass. “Anyway, I digress! My tattoo is Yggdrasil, but I have Cherry blossom flowers on the branches, with the leaves. The leaves and blossoms mean something, themselves. I add a leave for a person I've lost in my life, with their initials inside of it. While, with the cherry blossoms, I add a blossom for someone that's made an impact on my life. I don't have one for all of my family, I think that would clutter the entire tree.” She giggled, twisting the end of one of her braids. “But, I do have leaves and blossoms for my parents, siblings and grandparents. As well as, one of my uncles.”

“That's very deep.” Henry observed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, wondering if one day he'd have the honor to be one of the Cherry Blossoms.

“Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?” Alexa asked, cocking her head at him. “I know as an actor, it can be a pain for a wardrobe to cover up, if need be.”

“Yeah, they can be quite cross about things like that.” He laughed, nodding his head. “But, yeah, I have actually considered it. Especially, there's a company that can make tattoo ink from cremated ashes.” He explained to her, chewing on the inside of his lip. “I've thought about, when the time comes, to turn some of Kal's ashes into ink and get some sort of tattoo to honor him.”

“That would be so super sweet.” She smiled, warmed that Henry was so devoted to his dog.

“So, what did your parents think about you coming on this show, to marry some random celebrity?” Henry asked, smirking at her.

Alexa laughed, shaking her head with amusement, recalling her family's reaction to her telling them she would be doing the show. “They weren't thrilled. My brothers think I'm crazy and my parents think I should be finding a guy the traditional way. How about yours?”

“They were surprised, but they're supporting me.” He replied, looking down between his feet. “Especially if I end up happy.”

“Well,” Alexa lifted her glass to him. “Here's to us, hopefully, ending up happy together.” She smiled, holding his eye with an expression that told Henry she was being genuine.

“To us being happy together.” He echoed, raising his glass, gently touching their rims together.

There was a knock on the door and a crew member popped into the room, looking between Alexa and Henry, as if expecting to find them either sucking face, being cold and awkward with each other or arguing. But his face changed to one of pleasant surprise, finding them sitting easily with each other, enjoying the bubbly.

“We're ready to start the interviews.” He informed them. “Who wants to go first?”

“Why don't you go first?” Henry suggested, looking at Alexa. “That way, you have more time to keep your heels off.” He said, looking down at her feet, seeing the rosy marks from the heels straps pressing into her feet and the slight swelling, puffiness.

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, grateful for the gesture, since her feet were starting to kill her, standing and following the crew member out of the room and down the hall, where they had a little room set up for the interviews.

Henry got up and poured himself a fresh glass of champagne, before crossing over to his dressing room, while he waited for his wife to return.

– Alexa’s Interview –

Alexa got comfortable on the seat in front of the black and red, damask backdrop they were using to narrow the room and keep the focus on her, with no distractions in the background. She looked towards the camera, watching the crew fuss around behind it and smiled at the assistant director, Riah, who sat perched on a stool, a thick binder in her lap with Alexa and Henry's names on the front.

“How are you feeling?” Riah asked, off camera.

“I feel really good.” Alexa smiled, despite feeling the glass of champagne she had with Henry.

“I'm glad.” Riah smiled, nodding her head, before looking over her shoulder. “Are we ready?” She asked the cameraman, who mumbled something to her. “Great, here we go!”

The light on the camera popped on, signaling it was rolling and Alexa took a deep breath, readying herself for the questions Riah was about to fire at her.

“So, Alexa, you just got married, at first sight, to Man of Steel and The Witcher himself, Henry Cavill!” Riah grinned, nodding her head, like she was trying to instill a bubbly and happy energy into Alexa. “How does it feel?”

“It feels great and surreal!” Alexa answered, blushing softly and giggling. “Of all the people I thought I'd see at the altar, Superman wasn't it. But I'm excited to get to know him, as my husband.”

“Are there any reservations about getting married to a stranger?”

Alexa's brow creased for a moment. “I think to have some concerns would only be natural, in a situation like this. Henry and I have never crossed paths in life before, so we don't know anything about each other. We're bound to find something about the other that creates a conflict or a stress on the marriage. I just really hope, whatever it is, we can work through that.”

Riah grinned at Alexa, giving her a devilish look. “Are there any feelings of attraction going on with you? Do you feel yourself already falling for him?”

“I think you'd be crazy, not to be attracted to him!” Alexa chuckled, smiling. “He's incredibly handsome and--” She paused, licking and biting her lip for a moment. “Yeah, I am feeling a stir of something for Henry. Whether or not, it'll develop into a full blown attraction and love, I think is, maybe, a little too early to say.”

“The two of you just got to spend a little private time together, what was it like?”

“It was very pleasant. He's such an easy person to be around. I feel that I could be myself around him and that I'll be able to trust him. Henry is a real gentleman and I think he'll make a great husband.”

“Do you think you'll be sharing a bed with him, when you arrive on your honeymoon in a couple hours?”

Alexa was caught off guard with her question, not having thought that far into the future yet. “I don't know.” She squeaked, throat tight. “Maybe. We'll have to see when we get to our destination and what the mood is like.”

“What Henry is feeling on the subject.”

– Henry’s Interview –

The wood of the chair was still warm under Henry, from Alexa sitting on it not moments before. He felt oddly at ease in front of the camera, supposing it was because he spent so much time before one for his job. But he felt the gentle simmer of nerves beneath his calm, knowing he and Alexa would be leaving the venue soon for the airport, so they could start their honeymoon. He kept thinking about what it would be like to live with her and if they would manage it.

“Henry, how does it feel to be a married man?” Riah asked, beaming at him as the camera started to roll. “I know you mentioned in several previous interviews, it was a dream for you.”

A startled expression came over Henry's face, not expecting her to bring it up. “It's-uh, it's going great so far! Alexa is very kind and beautiful. I look forward to spending more time with her and learning more about her, to develop our marriage.”

“Have you talked about a living situation yet?”

“Um, no. We haven't spoken about that, quite yet. We just talked about general things. How our families felt about us doing the show and kids.” He replied, shifting in his seat.

Riah's brows went up. “You haven't discussed how you're going to live together, but you've talked about having kids?”

“Yeah.” Henry nodded slowly, realizing his mistake. “It came up, when we were talking about our siblings.” He said, trying to recover.

“Do the two of you want kids?” Riah asked, narrowing her eyes at him. “Should the two of you make it through?” She added an edge in her voice.

Henry didn't answer for a second, wishing he could back track. “We both do, yeah. We'll see through.” He said, carding a hand through his hair, awkwardly. “When we do get through our first year together.”

“Are you attracted to her?” Riah inquired, sensing a bit of tension in Henry’s voice.

“There’s something there.” Henry replied, biting the inside of his cheek. “She’s amazingly beautiful and intelligent. We, I think, have started to connect. So, yeah. I think there’s an attraction starting to form with her.”

“You think the two of you will share a bed?”

“At some point, yes.” He nodded, smirking at her, his smooth cheeks warming up. “Whenever Alexa becomes comfortable with it.”

Getting back to his dressing room, Henry let out a hard breath and loosened his tie, relieved that everything was finished. Now, all he had to do was get out of his suit and gather his things, so he could head to the airport for their flight to Costa Rica.

“With my new wife.” He thought aloud, taking a seat on the couch to unlace his shoe and slipped them off, flexing his toes as he set them aside.

He looked up at the door that led to the adjoining room, then across to Alexa’s, where she was no doubt doing the same thing he was. He wondered if they would be going to the airport together or separately. He hoped they’d be going in the same car, it would give them more time together, on top of the time on the plane to their honeymoon spot.

Sighing, he stood up, unbuttoning his jacket and waistcoat, carefully laying them out on the arm of the couch, then took his pants off. He grabbed the duffel bag he’d come with and grabbed his casual clothes, a tan colored pull over with four buttons on the right shoulder and a pair of dark wash, blue jeans, with his favorite pair of worn, brown boots.

Dressed, he neatly put his suit away in its garment bag and tucked his shoes into his bag, Henry slung the duffel bag across his body and crossed the adjoining room. He paused a moment, considering another glass of champagne, but noticed that the two glasses had vanished.

“Alexa?” He called, lightly knocking on her door.

The door opened and Alexa stood before him, she had gotten out of her dress while Henry was in the middle of his interview with Riah. Exchanging it for a pair of black joggers, one leg pushed up to her knee, a blue and yellow, gunge crosshairs symbol on the thigh, with a Stranger Things Hellfire Club raglan t-shirt. Feet bare other than her multi-colored, flowery and retro-striped Bombas socks. Her hair was braided shill, she had uncoiled several and pulled her hair up into a bun, away from her face and off her slender neck, but one of the thin braids hung down and rested against her chest.

“Hey,” She smiled up at him. “I'm almost ready.”

“That's fine.” He assured her, licking his lips and biting the inside of his cheek, even out of her dress, he found her beautiful. “I was just wondering, if you had grabbed our champagne glasses?” He asked, twisting his upper body towards the table.

“Oh!” She squeaked, blushing with guilt. “I did. I'm sorry.” She nodded, looking down at her feet.

Henry grinned down at her, touched and amused. “It's all right.” He reassured her, gently. “I was just wondering where they went, that's all.”

Alexa looked up at him, biting the corner of her lip. “Do you want yours?” She asked, quietly.

“I'm positive, it's in good keeping with you, Alexa.” He told her sweetly, daring to reach out and tuck her free braid behind her ear. “I'm ready, when you are. No rush, love.” He added, moving away to lounge in the shared room, pulling his phone out, to open the Cavill family WhatsApp group chat.

Henry: I'm officially a married man!

Charlie: Congratulations! Wish we could have been there.

Piers: Cheers, little brother! Can't wait to meet her. What's her name?

Mum: Congratulations, Henry. Your father and I are happy for you.

Henry: Thanks all. It means a lot to me. Her name is Alexa, and I can't wait to introduce her to you all. We're headed off to Costa Rica on our honeymoon, for two weeks. After that, we should be off to meeting family and friends.

Simon: Can you take pictures and share them?

Henry: We can take photos, but there's no sharing any. They want us to get through the honeymoon first. That way, if there's any trouble between us, there's no raging media posting or anything. It also keeps production under wraps a little bit longer. The production for the show will be announcing the show and who's on it after our honeymoon. Since we're celebrities, it's hard to keep something like this secret for long.

Charlie: That makes logical sense.

Henry: Yeah. Once that NDA clears, I'll send you guys photos of her. She's really beautiful.

“I'm ready to go, Henry.” Alexa said, coming into the room, her backpack over one shoulder and dress draped over her arm.

“Great.” He smiled, standing up and pocketing his phone. “Let's hit it.” He said, heading for the door going out into the hallway, but paused. “They might be waiting for us out there.” He told her, not wanting her to feel ambushed.

“True.” She nodded, taking a deep breath, readying herself.

Nodding back at her, Henry opened the door and stepped into the hall, sure enough, down the hall a short way was the cameraman, his camera resting on his shoulder and pointing up their direction. He hit record as soon as he saw Henry appear, followed by Alexa. The exit was exactly behind the cameraman, forcing them to walk in front of him, while he strode backwards. Henry reached behind him and felt Alexa grab his hand, squeezing it hard as she pressed closer to his back.

“Are you excited to relax in Costa Rica?” She asked, looking up at the back of his head.

“I am.” He smiled at her over his shoulder. “It's been a little while since I've had a vacation from work.” He admitted, remembering the last break from work he had, back in 2018, when he took his brothers and sisters-in-law to Fiji. “I look forward to relaxing there with you as well.” He added an impish twinkle in his blue eyes.

Alexa giggled. “You're going to be a handful.”

“To say the least.” He chuckled back, pausing to shove the exit door open and allow her to go ahead of him, then followed her to the awaiting car the show had to take them to the airport.

The cameraman filmed them putting their things into the car's trunk, then got into the back and drove away.

“How long will it take us to get there from here?” Alexa asked, resting back in her seat. “Do you know?”

“Almost nine hours.” Henry answered, pulling the tickets out of his jacket pocket. “But it looks to be a private jet. So we should be nice and comfortable.”

“Mmm, that's nice of them.” She commented, having expected first class on a flight.

“It is.” He agreed, tucking the tickets back into his pocket, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about getting on the plane, his leg bouncing anxiously.

The ride was quiet, but it wasn't an awkward silence, the two of them watching the rain patter against the dark tinted windows. Their shoulders gently rested together, in an unconscious reminder that the other was there. As the airport came into view, Alexa leaned forward and unzipped a compartment of her backpack, pulling out a black beanie and secured her bag closed again. Henry watched her pull the cute, almost oversized, beanie over her head, a pair of black horns sticking up at the top.

“What?” She frowned over at him, the beanie pulled lower on her forehead.

Henry grinned even more. “You looked adorable with that beanie on.” He told her, lightly flicking one of the horns.

“Oh.” She blushed, biting her lip and scrunching her shoulders. “It's one of my favorite beanies.” She admitted to him. “One of my brothers got it for me, for my birthday a couple years ago..”

“I like it.” Henry said, fussing with his green, Royal Marines Commando hoodie for a moment, as the car pulled up to the doors of the airport, before he got out and moved around the car, opening her door for her.

“Thank you.” Alexa grinned, slipping out into the light rain, securing her bag over her shoulders, before following Henry to the back to grab her dress from the boot.

She watched him pause to pull a worn and faded brown Kansas City Chiefs hat out and secure it on his head, tugging it low over his blue eyes. Alexa understood what he was doing. As much as Henry was using the hat to shield himself from the rain, momentarily, he was using it to hide his face and hopefully keep any potential fans and paparazzi from spotting him. Drawing attention to him and Alexa being together, spreading word through social media that something was up.

“Thank you.” Henry said to their chauffeur, extending his hand to the man, who shook it with an appreciative nod.

Alexa had a gentle smile on her face at the gesture, seeing how kind and much of a gentleman her new husband was. Turning his attention back to Alexa, he extended his hand to her, which she took, with no hesitation, despite all others she felt inside of her. She allowed Henry to guide her through the double-automatic doors and into the hustle and bustle of Heathrow Airport. Biting her lip, she moved a little closer to Henry, who easily weaved a path through the throng of people coming from or going to their boarding gate, carrying or wheeling their luggage.

“You seem to know where you're going.” She pointed out to Henry.

“I've flown out of this airport a few times by private jet.” Henry replied, heading almost straight for security, that would get them through to the VIP area and their terminal.

When they got through security, their jet's crew hadn't arrived yet, so they slipped into the VIP bar across from it to wait. Henry ordered a whiskey on the rocks and Alexa asked for a Dr. Pepper. It was as she sipped at it, that she noticed Henry only grasped the glass in his hand, thumbing the rim and shaking his leg, while his vivid cerulean eyes were distant and cloudy.

“Henry.” She said softly, cocking her head at him, slightly.

“Hm?” He hummed back, only turning his head a fraction in her direction, his eyes never focusing.

“You're not--” Alexa laid her hand on his wrist. “You don't have flight anxiety, do you?” She questioned, concerned by the sudden realization.

Henry cleared his throat hard, finally picking his drink up and taking a deep gulp of the sharp, honey-amber liquid. “I do.” He admitted, with a straight tone. “It's usually not so bad, because I have my dog, Kal.”

Licking her lips, Alexa shifted beside him, her alarm in her eyes, concerned for Henry. “What can I do to help?” She asked, closing her hand around his wrist, trying to be reassuring.

“I don't know.” He answered, finishing his whiskey off.

“What does Kal do for you?” She inquired, rubbing the inside of his arm.

Henry floundered at her question.

Kal was Henry's best friend. He had the American Akita, since he was just a little pup, before his ears could stand up on their own. What very few knew about Kal, was he was a registered Emotional Support animal. For Henry's anxiety, not just on planes. But he helped best, when Henry had to fly. He had wished to bring Kal with him, but had been asked not to, by the production of the show, so he wasn't a distraction on his and Alexa's big day, then their honeymoon. Once that was over, he was more than welcome to be around them.

But he couldn't put to words how Kal actually helped him get through his anxiety from take-off to landing. Just having the Bear close to him, put Henry at ease, like a warm security blanket out of the dryer. So, to that point, he wasn't sure how Alexa could help him keep it under control, during the nearly nine hours they'd be on the jet.

“Have you ever tried surfing before?” Alexa asked, leaning against him.

Henry blinked, confused by the sudden change in conversation. “No, I haven't.” He answered, looking over at her.

“Mm.” She smiled up at him. “When we get to Costa Rica, I want to teach you how to surf.” She said, resting her chin on the top of his shoulder. “So, I hope you have a good sense of balance.”

“Is that so?” He answered, starting to smile uneasily at her. “I think I have pretty good balance. I look forward to seeing you try. Have you ever been scuba-diving?” He asked, feeling the hot knot in his stomach start to relax.

“I've done it once or twice.” She nodded, wrapping her arms around his thick one.

“We'll have to do it while we're there.” He told her, reaching up to brush his fingertips across her cheek.

“I'd really like that.” Alexa beamed, tilting her head lightly into his touch. “I looked up some things to do in Costa Rica, while you were doing your interview.”

“Did you?” Henry cooed, his anxiety down to a manageable level. “Like what?”

“There's some great nature walks, with amazing waterfalls and hot springs, or you can go whale watching, zip-lining and see the island's wildlife. Obviously, there's stuffing your face with the local food.” She rattled off the things she remembered from the website she'd checked, while waiting for Henry to come back from his one-on-one interview.

“The hot springs sound nice.” He commented, cocking an interested brow. “These old, sore muscles could use a nice spa day.”

Alexa giggled at him, shaking her head. “You're not old, Cavill.”

“I'm not young either, Cavill.” He teased back, looking into her eyes.

“Oh,” She sighed, biting the inside of her bottom lip and blinking slowly. “I highly doubt it slows you down any.”

Henry's throat bobbed and a silent shiver ran down his back, realizing she was flirting with him. Seeing the way her eyes darkened and pupils dilated, caused the forming flame in the pit of his stomach to grow in warmth.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cavill, your flight crew are aboard the jet and ready for you.” An attendant announced, as she came up to their table.

“Great, thank you.” Alexa smiled up at her, feeling the muscles of Henry's arm tense up again. “We'll be right there.” She nodded, hoping the attendant would return to station, so she could focus on getting Henry to relax again.

Smiling at the two of you, she turned and exited the VIP bar, Alexa looked to Henry, resting her hand on his board back and scooting closer to him.

“Breathe.” She whispered softly.

“I'm all right.” Henry muttered back, but still took a slow, deep breath. “I'll be all right.” He repeated, nodding his head and sliding out of their booth.

Alexa gave him a gentle look as they made their way to their gate, handing over their tickets and finally boarding the exceptional jet. Henry dropped his bag by one of the seats and turned towards the bathroom, halfway towards the back of the plane. She wished she could do more, as she set her bag down and slid into her seat. Drumming her fingers against the table in front of her, Alexa tried thinking of something she could do that would distract Henry.

Even for a little while.

An idea hit her and she leaned sideways for her bag, digging through it to pull out her Switch and the portable tablet monitor she had for it. Alexa had finished setting it up just as Henry came back from the bathroom and sat down across from her.

“I challenge you.” She said, sliding the blue controller across the table to him.

“To what?” He replied, catching it before it slid off the edge.

“Mario Kart Deluxe 8.” Alexa grinned, turning the game on. “Best winner, five out of ten, decides what we're eating for dinner.”

Henry stared at her for a long moment, he knew what she was trying to do and appreciated it. He felt the bubble of his competitiveness form in his stomach, pulling a smile across his face as he clutched the controller in both hands and rested back in his seat.

“You're on.” He cooed, confidently. “I hope you like curry.” He teased, picking his driver.

“Bowser.” Alexa giggled, nodding her head. “An interesting pick.”

“Who are you going to pick? Princess Peach or Daisy?” Henry teased back, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Ha!” Alexa laughed, scornfully, before picking Shy Guy. “Shy Guy all the way, baby!”

“You're going to get your butt kicked, love.” Henry tisked, watching her pick a track and readied himself, watching the countdown from the monitor Alexa had positioned between them. “Do you play any other games?” He asked, just as the counter finished and their drivers shot across the starting line.

“I have a load of other games on Switch.” Alexa answered, eyes laser focused on the screen, determined not to let Henry distract her.

“Anything good?”

“Define good?” She asked, cocking an eye at her driver.

Henry chuckled, smirking. “What do you have?”

“You're trying to distract me, Henry.” She commented, shaking her head. “It's not going to work.”

“I assure you, my intentions are pure.” He smirked, tensing for a moment as the track parted and Bowser jumped the gap, colliding with a clear spinning, but iridescent, box with a question mark on it. “Ooo, I got a banana peel. You best watch out!” He warned her, bouncing his brows at her.

“Oh, just a peel? I picked up a shell a lap back.” Alexa replied coolly, but her eyes were mischievous. “I have Zelda, Animal Crossing, a couple Mario Karts, Crash Bandicoot, Spyro, which is one of my favorites. I used to play the original Spyros on the first PlayStation.”

“Showing your age.” Henry teased, playfully.

“I know, right!” She giggled, not offended. “Anyway, I also have Hollow Knight. Oh, and a game called Spiritfarer! Ugh, that game is amazing, but it is an emotional trauma!”

“How is it 'emotional trauma'?” He huffed, frowning over at her for a second.

“The game starts with you playing Stella, who takes over the job of Spiritfarer from Charon.” She began to explain, but paused, seeing Henry's Bowser up ahead of her Shy Guy and focused to catch up to him, the hint of a smile making the corner of mouth twitch, as she primed the turtle shell she'd been hoarding.

“Don't you dare!” Henry warned her, straightening up in his seat, eyeing the glowing blue, speed-boost stripe up ahead of them, then glanced at the banana peel he was sitting on. He didn't want to use it. He was hoping to use it as a last-ditch effort, if need be, to toss out at the finish line, in an attempt to stop her from winning.

“Or what?” She huffed, amused. “Are you going to toss your peel at me?” She taunted him, sending out her shell.

“Shit!” He barked under his breath, swerving in an attempt to avoid it.

“Use those reflexes, Superman!” Alexa laughed, smirking at Henry's maneuvers.

“What about yours!” Henry asked back, tossing out the peel.

Alexa gasped, knowing it was too late. “A cruel fate!” She sighed, watching Shy Guy spin out into the barriers.

Alexa yawned as she exited the jet with Henry, it was almost one in the morning. He looked back over his shoulder at her and smirked, shouldering both their bags.

“I told you, you should have taken a nap.” He cooed, having dozed for a few hours, after they played a couple games together on her Switch.

“Mmm.” Alexa hummed back at him, she had continued to play on her Switch, too worried about Henry's anxiety coming back to fall asleep. “I'm starving though. What are we eating, oh Master of the Mario Kart?”

Henry let out a barking laugh, his wide shoulders shaking with its mirth. He had won seven of their ten games, declaring himself Master of Mario Kart. “I have no idea what they have open at one am, but the Villa will probably have something.”

“Odin, I hope.” She sighed, stifling another yawn.

They got out of the airport and found a car waiting for them.

“Welcome to Tamarindo, Costa Rica, Mr. and Mrs. Cavill.” The driver greeted them, opening the back door.

“Thank you.” Henry nodded, motioning for Alexa to slide in first. “Do you know anything about our Villa?”

“I do, Mr. Cavill.” The driver replied, nodding back.

“Is there any room service or way to get food, this late?” Henry inquired, glancing into the car, licking his lips. “My wife,” A small lump formed around the word, it felt so strange for him to say. “Is quite famished.”

“The Villa does room service, with a twenty-four hour kitchen; should anything strike your fancy in the middle of the night.” The driver assured him, with a soft smile.

“Excellent, thank you so much.” Henry smiled, relieved, before getting in beside Alexa. “We're in luck. The Villa has all day room service, so we can order something to eat, when we arrive.”

“Thank Odin.” Alexa hummed, sighing softly, her blue eyes heavily half-lidded.

Henry smirked at her, gently wrapping a thick arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, coaxing her head against his shoulder. Alexa didn't protest, nuzzling and curling up against the warmth of Henry's body with a soft moan, losing the battle with her eyes. He gulped, feeling her body grow heavy, knowing she would likely fall asleep long before they reached their destination, forty minutes away.

“We've arrived at the La Villa de Playa, Mr. Cavill.” The Driver whispered, looking through the rear-view mirror and into the back seat, seeing that Alexa was out cold.

Henry looked out into the darkness on the other side of his window, to a sweet, little one-story, white stucco building. It was brightly lit and nestled in the palms, as well as mango, lemon and coconut trees. A short walk to a beautiful, private, white sand beach, to which Henry could hear the crashing waves, even from inside the car. He couldn't wait to explore the property and island with Alexa.

“Thanks for getting us here.” He said, before the driver stepped out to open the door for him, offering to take their bags, so Henry could carefully maneuver Alexa out of the car, hoisting her up into his arms, bridal-style, and turning toward the front door.

“Allow me.” The chauffeur offered, pulling the envelope taped to the door down and opening it, ignoring the little card inside for the key and slotting it into the lock, opening it for Henry and setting their things just inside the door. “Have a good evening and congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Henry mouthed, nodding.

Smiling softly, the chauffeur returned to his car and left Alexa and Henry to themselves.

Looking at his slumbering wife, Henry smiled gently at her. “Welcome to our villa, my love.” He whispered to her, kissing her forehead, before stepping over the threshold with her and pushing the door closed with his foot.

Henry managed to find the master suite and laid Alexa down on the king sized bed, gingerly pulling off her black, slip-on converse and her beanie, before pulling the folded down blankets over her. Groaning, Henry tugged his hoodie over his head and tossed it in a chair across and sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed, removed his boots, flexing his toes and glanced to the crescent wall of sliding glass windows that went out to a private veranda, a large hanging chair at one side and a glass-bead fire pit on the other.

The loud grumble of his stomach pulled Henry from his thoughts and he stood, padding into the bathroom for a moment. Closing the door to relieve himself, he noticed that the black two-person, whirlpool tub was outside. It was positioned in the center of a little enclosed courtyard, shaded by a wooden pagoda, with a bubbling pond and river rock waterfall behind it.

“I wonder if she likes baths.” He hummed to himself, moving over to wash his hands, then tiptoed out of the master and into the kitchen to see if there was anything in the refrigerator to eat. “I need to get some of my supplements over here.” He commented, jerking open the door, finding a reasonably stocked fridge, but nothing that really peaked his growling stomach's interest.

Snagging a cold bottle of water, Henry found the telephone that allowed him to call for room service and a booklet, neatly organized for breakfast, lunch and dinner, along with some desert items, the chef's favorite and the option to customize.

“Kitchen of La Villa de Playa, how may I help you?”

“Yes, this is the Cavill Villa.” Henry answered, frowning down at the menu, balanced on his knee. “I would like three of your chicken Empanadas with some rice and beans.” He ordered, before biting his lip and thinking of Alexa, worried she would wake up hungry. “As well as one of your beef tamales.”

“Of course, Mr. Cavill. We'll have your food done presently.”

“Thank you.” He replied, before putting the phone back on its cradle and carding a hand through his hair, feeling the cool metal of his signet ring.

He looked down at his left hand, his ring finger bare, as was Alexa's. It was to be part of filming, the two of them going out to look for their wedding rings together. His heart skipped and his stomach clenched at the idea of looking at rings. What kind of ring would Alexa want? He remembered the engagement ring he'd proposed to his ex with. It was a simple little thing. He wasn't making the money back then, that he was now. It was white gold, half-carat, cushion shaped diamond, that had cost him just over two grand. She didn't have the best reaction towards it, but at the time she'd said yes to him asking to marry her.

However, they broke up a couple months later.

Sighing, Henry shook the thought from his mind, reminding himself that Alexa wasn't his ex and this relationship wouldn't be the same. He'd do better. He'd be a good husband and prove his worth to Alexa.

Alexa stirred, moaning softly as she woke up, finding herself alone in bed and sat up, frowning into the darkness of the bedroom. “Henry?” She called out, tossing the blankets back and got out of bed in search of her husband. “Hen?” She called again, opening the half closed bedroom door and made her way into the living area, finding Henry sprawled out on the couch with a pillow and blanket.

A smile pulled across her face, seeing his long body stretched out on the short couch, bare feet hanging off the edge, uncovered. She shook her head and detoured into the kitchen, discovering a note from Henry on the island.

I wasn't sure if you'd wake up hungry or not, but I ordered you something to eat. It's in the fridge. -Hen.

“He's so attentive.” Alexa muttered, turning to the fridge and opening it, finding the wrapped plate with her tamale on it.

She found the silverware and perched herself on a stool at the island, digging into her food, moaning at how delicious it was, especially stone cold. Once she was finished eating, she went back into the living room and leaned over Henry, resting her hand on his chiseled chest.

“Henry.” She cooed, looking into his relaxed face, her heart fluttering at how handsome and boyish he looked as he slept, one thick arm flung up over his head. “Henry.” She hummed again, running her hand over his torso, rousing him.

His sleepy blue eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on her. “Are you all right?” He asked, becoming alert.

“I'm fine.” She grinned at him, sweetly. “But why are you out here on the couch?”

“Oh,” He rumbled, licking his lips, brows creasing. “I wasn't sure if you'd want to sleep together and wasn't about to just climb into bed with you, asleep, before we had a discussion about it.” He confessed to her, gulping thickly. “So, I just took the safer option of sleeping on the couch.”

Alexa bit the inside of her lip, touched at his gesture. “I don't mind, if we share a bed together, as long as you don't?” She assured him. “Besides,” She looked him over. “You're not going to be feeling very tip-top, if you sleep on the couch.” She pointed out, smirking.

“No.” Henry sighed, smirking back at her, sitting up with his pillow and blanket.

“Thanks for the food, as well.” Alexa said, as they headed back towards the master.

“Oh, you're welcome.” He answered, perking up a little bit, hearing she'd eaten. “I hope what I got you, was all right?”

“It was great!” She giggled, pulling down the bed's blankets. “I actually love tamales.” She confessed, smiling at him.

“Nailed it, then.” Henry smiled back, moving around the bed.

“Are our bags in here?” Alexa asked, glancing around.

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded, sitting down on the mattress. “I put them in the closet.”

“Cool, I'll be right back.” She said, heading into the walk-in closet.

Henry nodded, then got the bed ready to sleep, looking up as Alexa came back out, in a tank top and a pair of black, Jack Skellington short-shorts. He bit his lip, looking her over, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

“Did you make a pillow wall?” Alexa giggled, sitting on the bed with him, seeing the line of pillows in the middle of the bed, between her and Henry's sides.

“I did.” He nodded, laying down and pulling the blankets over himself.

Alexa laid down with him and grabbed one of the pillows, smacking him in the chest with it. “Are you afraid of your wife's cooties, Henry Cavill?” She teased him, giggling harder at the offended expression he gave her.

“Not married for twenty-four hours and spousal abuse already.” He huffed, grabbing one of the other pillows and whopped her back with it. “And no, I am not afraid of whatever cooties my wife may or may not have.”

“Well then!” Alexa huffed, grabbing the last pillow and tossed it in his face, before moving into the space the pillows had been, their legs touching. “Have my cooties!” She said, burrowing under the blankets.

Henry looked at her, almost hidden in the blankets and smiled. “All right then.” He whispered, turning onto his side to lay facing her. “You can have my cooties too.” He mumbled, draping his arm over her waist and resting his chin on top of her head.

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accio-victuuri · 5 months

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from this article: 10 short stories about "Formed Police unit" 📝 ( i included general facts and the ones related to Bobo )

The action blockbuster "Formed Police Unit", which brings together actors such as Huang Jingyu, Wang Yibo, Zhong Chuxi, Ou Hao and other actors, was released on May 1st this year and topped the box office in the first two days.

Before the screening, the producer Liu Weiqiang and director Li Dachao of "Formed Police Unit" shared the behind-the-scenes story of the film with the Entertainment Management Studio . During the exchange, they talked many times about the need to "shoot with care" and "correctly" when making movies today. Movies need to be awe-inspiring.”

Liu Weiqiang revealed that the film took 75 days to shoot and was 10 days overdue. The investors also fully supported it because they wanted to provide the best results for the audience. The following ten short stories let us know more about "Formed Police Unit".

ONE

The story theme of "Formed Police Unit" was proposed by director Li Dachao. In 2010 , Li Dachao saw a piece of news about a peacekeeping police officer returning to China after his death. The urn was covered with the national flag and the police standing on both sides saluted solemnly. Li Dachao was thinking about it at that time. I was moved, " At that time, I was thinking about what peacekeeping was, and later I learned that they are such a noble and selfless profession, all dedicated to contributing to the local people. "

I thought of this subject in 2010 , but the film didn't start filming until a few years ago. Li Dachao believes that timing is very important, " You see how much the world needs peace now, I think it is very important to express the spirit of peacekeeping. "

FOUR

"Formed Police Unit" is the first film starring Wang Yibo. Liu Weiqiang revealed that Wang Yibo was very cautious when accepting projects. When discussing the script, he was moved by the role of Yang Zhen.

At that time, Wang Yibo had a small worry, that is, there was a scene with teenage Yang Zhen in the movie. "He was worried that if it were played by another young actor, whether the two would be able to synchronize the performance. The little Yang Zhen we found and He looks quite similar, so he feels relieved when he sees it.”

FIVE

At the end of the film, Yang Zhen had a scene where he was beaten by an enemy. In order to guide Wang Yibo to perform the real pain, director Li Dachao said: "I pinched him before starting the movie. After pinching him, he screamed. I said this feeling was... By the way, you have to keep it real, and you have to magnify the pain of being pinched 100 times. "

SIX

The crew learned from former peacekeeping police officers who had actually participated in peacekeeping operations that when they went on missions, they would spread Chinese culture locally, teach Chinese and martial arts, and usually grow vegetables in the base where they were stationed.

The crew also built a vegetable garden on the set, and the props team was responsible for growing vegetables and watering them. There was a scene where the peacekeepers went to pick vegetables. "An interesting fact is that almost all the vegetables were dug up by Wang Yibo. He dug them too fast. I said wait, I haven't turned on the camera yet," director Li Dachao said with a smile.

SEVEN

Wang Yibo was still a newcomer to the film industry when filming "Formed Police Unit", but Liu Weiqiang's impression of him was that he was very smart, "You see, he usually doesn't make a sound, but when he does, he is very powerful. He is an observation-type actor, and a good actor is like this , observe first, and after observing, he will know which points he ne

EIGHT

The peacekeeping team in the movie is designed according to the real peacekeeping configuration, two armored vehicles + snipers + liaison officers, etc. Each character has his or her own plot mission. For example, Ou Hao plays the team leader, and he is a role model. As a police officer, he uses his lines to express the spirit of the peacekeeping police; Gu Jiacheng's character and Yang Zhen grew up together in the police station, and he played a catalyst role in Yang Zhen's growth.

The director revealed that in order to prepare the soldiers' strong bodies and performance conditions, the actors of the Peacekeeping Team spontaneously trained, ran, gained muscle, tanned, and encouraged each other before filming began. Huang Jingyu said that the first half of the movie was shot in the daytime, and in the end it was all night scenes. The action scenes were shot all night long, and it was raining. If you didn't reserve your physical strength, you wouldn't be able to persevere.

NINE

Based on the longitude and latitude, landforms, vegetation, weather and climate characteristics of the mission area in the movie, the crew found a filming location that could simulate the African environment and built an entire city, including slums, streets, squares, seaside stilt houses, etc.

The last major scene of rescuing witnesses during a stormy night had to wait for the tide to change during the actual shooting. The tide rose every four hours at that time. In order to show the harsh environment in the storm, we had to wait until the tide rose to shoot. It took 15 days to complete

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kangshxrtie · 1 year

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ch. 10 ⤍ it’s happening!

you and yunjin greeted each other like you've known each other for years making the others confused, leading you to explain. "we were supposed to meet a really long time ago but it never worked out. it finally happened"

"so you know yunjin but you didn't know me.." kazuha said to you sadly.

yunjin smugly smirked at kazuha, "your girl likes me"

kazuha playfully glared at yunjin as you turned to the youngest person on the team who had been waiting to speak to you.

"y/n y/n! i'm a big fan" eunchae excitedly greeted you, "i watch all of your content!"

you smiled at the younger girl, "i'm glad to hear that"

"i always told chaewon and sakura to introduce us but they never did" eunchae told you.

"there was a reason for that" chaewon mumbled under her breath.

you turned to look at chaewon confused, "why? what's wrong with us meeting"

"you're both absolute menaces" chaewon replied like it was obvious.

"it would have been too much to handle if we introduced you two" sakura added shaking her head at the thought.

"they're just overdramatic" you said to eunchae who agreed.

afterward, you turned back to kazuha to ask what the plan for the beginning of filming was before getting cut off by chaewon.

"i mean we're here too but give everyone but your long-term friends a greeting" chaewon said.

"y/n meets new people and just changes up on us" sakura added.

"i saw you two last week no big deal" you waved off sakura and chaewon who both gasped in response.

"you saw kazuha last week too"

"there's a difference, i've known kazuha for a week. i've known you two for years"

"you changed up so fast" chaewon shook her head in disappointment.

"i'm just kidding i missed y'all too" you went to hug chaewon and sakura. chaewon avoided it at first but eventually let up, hugging you back.

after the greetings were over you now had to choose who would team up with who.

"we should let zuha and y/n be on the same team. this is for them anyways" sakura said.

"who do we want?" kazuha asked you, but you just shrugged since you didn't really know anything about the rest of the members besides chaewon and sakura.

"i can't choose between them" she said.

"manchae?" you asked.

"how do you know that?" she asked shocked, "i thought you didn't know us"

"i saw a clip with her and sakura one time"

"y/n you're really breaking my heart right now" kazuha held her hand over her heart.

you quickly hugged her, "but you're the only one i called pretty, i confessed my love to you for a reason, future lover"

kazuha blushed and the cameras zoomed in on you two.

"what is this?" chaewon and yunjin made disgusted faces at the camera, while sakura covered eunchae's eyes.

"hey couple! we're filming a video right now, save this for later!" yunjin yelled at the both of you.

you and kazuha pushed apart finally remembering the others.

"so manchae?" kazuha confirmed with you.

you nodded your head.

"we'll do a back hug to choose your teammate"

you winked at yunjin on your way over making her think you chose her.

"i think i know" yunjin smirked once you all got into position with you and kazuha standing behind them in a row.

"do we just do it?" you asked the camera crew who nodded at you.

"hmm? who should we choose" you said wanting to be dramatic.

"you already know who you're choosing" chaewon exclaimed. you both went to backhug eunchae who cheered in response.

the camera zoomed in on yunjin who had the most betrayed look on her face.

"y/n...!" yunjin yelled at you.

"sorry, i did think about choosing you though" you told the girl.

"it's fine we just win against them" yunjin huffed as she went to chaewon and sakura.

now it was time for the game to get started. you and eunchae were the first two to go in while kazuha stood watch at your base.

"i'll bait them. just stay hidden while i get them and only show yourself if i get hit" you told eunchae who nodded in response.

while you were sitting on guard you heard someone heading towards you. you peeked around the corner to see who it was, noticing it was chaewon you set your gun up ready to shoot. once chaewon turned the corner you pulled your trigger, getting her out immediately.

"you're still a fucking sweat" chaewon cursed at you.

"i'm just tryna win" you shrugged as you backed away. once chaewon went to revive you proceeded forward hoping to get another one.

"kkura is approaching you" you heard through the walkie-talkie. you tried to back away for cover but was hit.

eunchae took that as a signal to catch sakura off guard popping out from her hiding spot to hit sakura.

"where did you even come from?" sakura asked.

eunchae shrugged in response not revealing anything.

the game went on with the kills going back and forth.

you were slowly making your way through the area looking out for sakura who apparently could not stop killing you.

you saw a different colored vest and they had their gun pointing directly at you. you let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was yunjin.

"wait yunjin, i'll help you out if you help me" you stopped her from shooting you.

"i'm listening" she put her gun down slowly.

"kazuha and eunchae are planning to rush in and catch y'all off guard" you told her.

"kkura and chaewon are just trying to pick y'all off one by one" yunjin told you.

"so we shouldn't be moving alone" you said to yourself.

"when are zuha and eunchae attacking us?" yujin asked you.

"now that might be asking too much, you're basically asking me to turn on my team" you chuckled.

"i literally told you our game plan. you can tell me one strategy so i can at least get more than 1 kill" yunjin said.

"fair. just catch them off guard first so they won't expect it" you told her as she nodded.

"you better not tell them about this" yunjin held her gun up to you in a threatening way but didn't pull the trigger.

"you better not either" you said in response holding your hands up.

"i won't if you don't" yunjin put her gun back down.

"you can trust me" you reassured yunjin before parting ways.

"i hope she doesn't betray me" yunjin whispered into her mic and then the camera cut to you.

"yunjin's heading towards our base" you quietly told your team through the walkie-talkie once yunjin was out of sight.

"i'm not technically betraying yunjin since i didn't tell my team about the actual plan. i'm just making sure they're not too caught off guard" you defended yourself to the camera that was following you around.

while you were walking around you had run into both sakura and chaewon killing them both separately before hearing news from your team.

"yunjin got me and eunchae" you heard kazuha tell you through the walkie-talkie.

"both? really" you asked shocked.

"i know you said she was coming but she really came out of nowhere" eunchae said.

"ahh damn. well, i got kkura and chaewon so it should we're tied" you put your walkie-talkie back away to talk to the camera.

"most successful betrayal i've ever done" you told the camera smiling.

"has anyone seen sakura yet?" you met back up with your team at the base.

"last time i saw her she was base area. she's the type to push forward though" kazuha said.

"i think we should target sakura" eunchae suggested.

"agree she's their carry. once she's out we sweep them" you agreed.

that was how you decided to walk around as a group with sakura as the main target, whoever saw her first would tell the rest of the team and we would all shoot at her. it was pretty successful since she was always alone but once she caught on to what you were all doing she now only always had backup.

later on, you were alone walking in the other team's base area when all of a sudden you heard a bunch of footsteps coming towards you causing you to duck for cover.

"y'all i think i'm cornered" you spoke quietly into your walkie-talkie.

"do you need backup?" eunchae asked.

"no you should stay. they only know the general area i'm in" you said.

"just try and back out. we'll help if all of them show up" eunchae told you.

you put your walkie-talkie back on the belt and wall-hugged the walls that lead you back to your base. not hearing any more sounds you tried to take off but were caught off guard by yunjin showing up and killing you. you fell onto the ground dramatically.

"can't believe you did this. i thought we were friends" you joked putting your hand over your heart.

"you should've picked me to be on your team then" yunjin said before going away.

you were about to stand up and revive but kazuha came from behind a wall, running up to you. "no y/n you can't die on me. we haven't even gone on our first date yet" kazuha started a skit.

"you're gonna have to go on without me" you played along.

"no! we can't do this without you" kazuha moved her hands to cover where you were 'shot' at.

"just leave me behind; i'll only slow us down"

"we really could all make it together" eunchae cut into the conversation.

"take care of my children, but don't let rei touch my will" you let out your final words.

"nooo y/n" kazuha fake cries dramatically.

"bruh just go revive" eunchae told you seeming uninterested as possible. you laid there for a couple of seconds still playing the part.

"okay! let's beat them" you quickly stood up heading to the revive station.

once you revived you started a group huddle for the last play, "get as many kills in the next two minutes as possible"

it was supposed to be strategic, but as you approached their base you decided to just make it fun.

"fuck it we ball" you told kazuha who nodded in agreement.

you and kazuha went in rapidly firing as a distraction for eunchae who was quietly making her way behind the other team.

chaewon was in cover aiming at you ready to shoot when her lights started flashing signaling she was hit. she turned around in shock seeing eunchae behind her.

"what is this? y'all are too elaborate!" chaewon exclaimed.

chaewon walked away telling her team about your positions but she was too late as kazuha got yunjin who just happened to walk into the crossfire.

since the rest of the other team was reviving you three took the opportunity to ambush sakura who was alone. it took the three a while to find her, but kazuha successfully killed sakura at the last second right before the timer went off signaling the game was over. you and eunchae ran off quickly ran off to see the score.

SSAMKKURAJIN - 17

YNEUNHAZ - 28

"WE WON!" eunchae shouted when she made it there first.

you, kazuha, and eunchae jumped up and down as the other team watched in both amusement and disbelief.

"i thought we were in the lead. i was killing all of them" sakura said in shock.

"and you make up 10 of those kills" eunchae said as she pointed to the screen that showed the number of kills each person had.

"what were y'all doing?" sakura asked her team making both chaewon and yunjin look away finding everything else in the building interesting.

"you beat me by 1 y/n" eunchae said in disbelief as she pointed at the screen. you had 11 kills while eunchae had 10.

"i'm just better" you bragged.

"i knew it was over once eunchae and y/n were on the same team" chaewon said.

"if i'm being honest sakura was my only competition" eunchae said.

"same she's like the only person that killed me" you agreed.

"okay i remember getting you once" yunjin cut in.

"once to my 7 kills on you" you retorted.

"shut up y/n"

all of you were standing to do the outro when yunjin mumbled, "i feel like this was a very unbalanced game"

"balanced rematch part two?" you asked looking around at the team.

"how many likes for it?" kazuha asked as she wrapped one of her arms around your shoulder pulling you towards her.

"100K?" you turned to look at the rest of the group to see if they agreed.

"this was fun i'm down to do it again" sakura agreed with you.

"i wanna be on y/n's team next time" yunjin said going closer to the camera, "so y'all better get this to 100K"

the rest of the group agreed and started doing the outro for real this time.

you wrapped an arm around kazuha's waist leaning even more into her. you two ended the video practically all over each other knowing it would make people freak out over the interaction.

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

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WHAT? No Ice Cream cone?

Before the U2 and the SR 71, the United States used the RB 47E and H. These brave men need to be appreciated for what they did. They risked their life over and over again.

Following its first flight on July 3, 1953, the RB-47E performed some of the most sensitive reconnaissance missions of the Cold War. During its service, at least two of these planes were lost flying missions over the Soviet Union. One incident involving an RB-47E occurred during a photographic mission over the Soviet Union. The plane was intercepted and fired upon by Soviet MiGs and sustained wing damage.

General Curtis LeMay, Chief of Staff of the Air Force, responded to the men telling him that the Soviets had attacked their airplane. ‘What do you do you expect them to do? Give you an ice cream cone🍦”

Fortunately, it could outrun them at altitude and return to base.

My father, Butch Sheffield, graduated from Cadets in 1955. He was selected to go to B-47 navigation bombardier school at Mather Air Force Base , CA. After graduating, he was assigned to Little Rock Air Force Base. Soon after, in January 1957, his squadron went to England to practice bomb runs. The next paragraph is from my father, Col. Richard “Butch” Sheffield's unpublish Book.

“My targets were in Russia and mostly air bases near large cities. I had to know the target so well that I could bomb it in my sleep. Every six months or so, we would change targets. I believe this was because more bombers and missiles were coming into the fleet, and the targets were reassigned to add them.

“We were briefed that if we had to bail out in Russia, we should dig a hole three feet deep, get in it, and wait till the war was over, then go to a safe area where we would be picked up U. S. Forces. This was hard for us to stomach, but we kept our mouths shut. My B-47 Aircraft Commander, Merle JeuDevine, was a real maverick. Our crew was selected by the SAC Inspector General (IG) to brief him on our war plan, and he asked us about how we would evade the enemy on the ground in Russia. He asked what we would do as soon as we arrived in Russia.

Merle told him that the first thing he would do was throw the cal. Thirty-eight handguns we carried as far as he could. The IG looked shocked. He said why? Merle said they would be looking for us with automatic weapons; we don’t stand a chance with that handgun. To my surprise, the General agreed.

Arming Mark 6-mode-6

The bomb we carried in the early part of the B-47 Program was the Mark-6, Mod. -6. It was a six hundred-kiloton weapon. It was like the weapons used on Japan in as much as it needed to be armed in flight by putting the critical mass, U-238 plutonium, into the bomb.

My job was to arm it while we refueled in-flight at fifteen thousand feet in the aircraft's bomb bay. This was hard to do because the aircraft was bouncing around as we refueled behind the KC-97. The critical mass was very heavy, and the threads on the mass were very fine. We were told to do it while wearing our parachute and to wear heavy gloves, neither of which we could do and accomplish the mission. When we landed, the IG would look into the bomb bay before we could taxi back to the park. It had to be done and had to be done right, or we flunked, so we did it.

--Special film of my target

In the late 1950’s, I was told to go to the Wing Plans Division. They took me into a vault, and I was told that I could not tell anyone what I was about to see, even my own crew.

They then showed me a radar film of my target in Leningrad, Russia. It looked like the same type of radar I had in my B-47. I believe it was from an RB-47.”

I asked my friend, Robert Hopkins. He said, “Your Dad was watching films of a bomb run over the USSR. They were movies of the radar track collected in 1956 when SAC flew 156 overflights of the USSR as part of operations HOME RUN crews use the movies taken by RB-47Es for target study.

Written by Linda Sheffield

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Godzilla vs. King Kong, 1962

I laughed out loud watching this movie. It wasn’t the monsters that tickled my side, but the actors. You must appreciate the movie for what it is and not be offended. This was the first production with the two kings as opponents and it was entertaining. Ishiro Honda’s vision came to life by his creative imagination and a brilliant cast.

Behind the Scenes

Tomoyuki Tanaka approached Ishirō Honda with an idea to make another Godzilla movie, this time with King Kong as a nemesis. Honda put a lot of thought into it and wanted this movie to be a satire of Japanese programs. Television networks and sponsors engaged in wild publicity stunts to secure high ratings.

"People were making a big deal out of ratings, but my own view of TV shows was that they did not take the viewer seriously, that they took the audience for granted...so I decided to show that through my movie, the reason I showed the monster battle through the prism of a ratings war was to depict the reality of the times.” - Ishiro Honda

Honda teamed up with Shinichi Sekizawa when creating a fictional pharmaceutical company in the script. Shinichi’s experience working on television shows gave valuable insight to what Honda wanted when telling his story. The idea that a pharmaceutical company is supposed to make medicine wouldn’t be enough for the owner who wanted fame and more money, so to get a giant monster to glorify his company for the wrong reasons shows how ridiculous networks are as well as the viewing audience.

Toho studios wanted the monsters to be funny, from Kong’s demeanor to the battles. This concept would appeal to a wider and younger audience. During filming, the special effects crew were frustrated because monster battles are supposed to portray power, not include comedic antics. Honda was not happy at all about making monsters silly.

“I don't think a monster should ever be a comical character," and "The public is more entertained when the great King Kong strikes fear into the hearts of the little characters.” - Ishiro Honda

Shoichi Hirose played Kong and Haruo Nakajima played Godzilla. Tonaka was insistent to make the monsters funny, so he allowed the actors to design a fighting style that would be funny and appealing to the audience. Professional wrestling was becoming a popular sport in Japan; Hirose and Nakajima would use fighting techniques based off the sport to Tonoka’s liking.

After monster suits received approval, four octopi were used for filming on Faro Island because of limited funding, a suit couldn’t be made.

Tonaka was all hands in for the movie. After Honda’s script was approved, it was time to film.

The Story

The President of Pacific Pharmaceutical, Mr. Tako, sponsors a lot of television programs and the ratings he hoped to have isn’t doing much to boost the image of his company. He wants something grand that makes him stand out from other businesses with better ratings.

Mr. Tako hears about a monster discovered on Faro Island and he wants it to boost his ratings, so he sends two of his men, Osamu Sakurai and Kinsaburo Furue, to the island to retrieve it. During their journey there, and unbeknownst to them in another distant location, a U.S. nuclear powered submarine hits an iceberg. The impact of the collision and exposes Godzilla who’d been trapped inside and he destroys the sub.

Sukurai and Furue arrive at the island and with them they have a former native who helps as a translator. The visitors meet the village chief and and offer gifts. While there, a giant octopus comes to shore and begins attacking the village. Kong appears. He fights the octopus and saves the people. The natives offer Kong red berry juice and perform a ritual dance as he drinks. The combination of juice and dance make Kong fall asleep.

Now that Kong is unconscious, Sukurai and Furue transport the giant on a raft back to Japan. Waiting for them is Mr. Tako, and he’s thrilled when he sees Kong, however, the JSDF prohibits them from bringing the monster onto shore.

Godzilla reaches Japanese shores and begins destroying everything in sight. Kong abruptly awakens and runs to meet Godzilla and the two giants engage in an enormous battle.

Godzilla shoots an atomic blast at Kong and he retreats because Godzilla was stronger than he anticipated. Meanwhile, JSDF digs a deep pit and arms it with explosions and poison gas hoping it will be enough to end the tyrant’s rage, but it’s ineffective. The next defense tactic is a barrier of extreme high voltage wires and it does work. Kong reappears and uses the electric barrier to strengthen him.

Kong enters Tokyo and sees Sakurai’s sister, Fumiko, and he takes her to the top of the country’s National Diet Building. Sakurai and Furue informs the JSDF about the red juice from Faro Island and it’s medicinal effects. The JSDF immediately takes action and showers Kong with the juice knocking him unconscious. Furue is rescued and the mighty ape is transported to Mt. Fuji via balloons, where Godzilla is. The purpose is to have the monsters battle with Kong defending Japan from Godzilla.

It seems the effects of the berry has made Kong weak. Godzilla’s strength is overbearing. Godzilla sets fire to Kong, and it looks like the great ape is defeated until a thunder cloud appears and strikes Kong with lighting. He’s rejuvenated and he bounces up. The mighty two exchange blows and they tumble into Sagami Bay, but everyone watching them from afar hold breaths because they are underwater with only bubbles stirring.

Then suddenly, Kong emerges as the victor. Everyone cheers and shouts gratitude to him. Kong swims out to sea returning home to Faro Island.

Release

King Kong vs. Godzilla was released in Japan August 11, 1962. This movie recorded the highest attendance of all Godzilla films to date.

An American version was made by John Beck who then sold the film to Universal-International and premiered in New York City June 26, 1963.

American critics were harsh, then and now. Unfortunately, the critics never took into account the era, the special effects techniques, the effort it took to create a masterpiece. If these were considered and the movie viewed with an open mind, they would’ve appreciated it more.

Cast and Crew

Starring: Tadao Takashima, Kenzie Sahara, Yu Fujiki, and Ichiro Arashima

Directed by Ishiro Honda

Written by Shinichi Sekizawa

Special effects by Eiji Tsuburaya

Movie Grade: 0.0 to 4.0

Score: 3.9

Photo references: Getty Images

Quotes reference: Toho Kingdom

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Sheer curiosity in regards to your httyd1 x httyd3 reblogs, but wouldn't it make SOME sense for Toothless to look a bit more serious in the THW scene? I mean. He has a mate, territory, and young hatchlings to protect, while back in httyd1 he was essentially on his own, with no flock, family or territory. I don't like THW myself, but I do kinda enjoy the last scene. Sort of as its own thing, separate from the movie as a whole, though.

I've heard this defense before and I totally get where you're coming from but I don't really agree.

In HTTYD 1 he may not have had a mate, territory, etc. to protect but like...he was injured and hungry and trapped and hadn't exactly had a lot of positive experiences with humans and here comes this human with a (hidden) weapon. Even though Hiccup freed him from the bola and so wasn't a complete stranger imo he had every reason to act/look just as aggressive, if not more aggressive than THW Toothless does during the boat scene but he didn't and he quickly recognized that Hiccup wasn't a threat when he dropped the knife and became curious.

Compare that to THW Toothless who lived with humans for six years and had plenty of positive experiences with them (even if he may not instantly remember things since it's been ten years) looking like he's about to fucking murder a human who has no weapons and is in no way acting threatening. (Oh yeah and don't forget Astrid and their kids were also there on the boat behind Hiccup basically cowering.) He was also healthy, uninjured, and while yes he now has a mate and hatchlings they were on the rocks a fair distance away and not in immediate danger.....

Him taking so long to recognize Hiccup, his best friend, his soul mate, is also complete bullshit. I don't care that he had a beard it should not have taken Toothless that long to recognize him imo. He can smell the Light Fury from like a fucking mile away but it takes him like thirty seconds to identify Hiccup by scent when he's standing right there? He didn't recognize Hiccup's voice either even though it sounds the same? (And like imo it makes more sense for Night Furies to depend more on their hearing than their sense of smell but whatever.) Like I feel I'd be more willing to forgive just how aggressive and ready to kill Toothless looked if it didn't drag on for so damn long.

Also either in the art book or an interview (might be both) Dean said the boat scene was based on/inspired by a video of Christian the lion reuniting with the human who raised him and if you watch it yourself, you'll notice that this actual irl wild animal notices his human friend from a distance and acts less aggressive than THW Toothless did. Yeah. Toothless, a creature that has been shown to be more intelligent and understanding than any real non-human animal (and is straight up canonically meant to be that way*), acts more wild and animalistic during the boat scene than the actual real lion did in the event it's based on. (*Like even in the art book for THW they literally say that while there's "certain lines they try not to cross" they purposefully play the dragons as "smarter than the pets we know" [paraphrasing a bit as it's been a while since I've looked at the art book but this is definitely in there], and in the first movie they literally went against what an animal behaviorist said a real animal would act like during a certain scene to make Toothless seem more noble [again paraphrasing but yeah], not to mention Toothless' actual actions/behaviors during certain scenes and parts of the franchise [GOTNF says hello].....like I'll admit that I certainly do personally view/headcanon Toothless/Night Furies/the dragons in general as more intelligent and humanlike than what some in the film crew(s) intended, but it's one hundred percent CANON that Toothless is not meant to be your average animal and was not intended to act like a real animal at all times in all situations.)

Oh oh oh and as a fun side note - If you look at THW's script you can see Toothless was originally going to have his "alpha glow"/glowing thing going on during the boat scene. So originally he was going to look even more ready and willing to murder his best friend. Amazing. Very glad that didn't make it into the final cut! (Though the fact it's like. Still there in the "final" version of the script and made it that far is just wtf.)

As for the gifs, a lot of those I reblogged mainly for the HTTYD 1 (or HTTYD 2) gifs, but I can enjoy some THW gifs and stuff if I like...divorce it from the context lol.

anyway sorry this is so long. i just really really hate this scene lmao

#this is so long im sorry. im incapable of writing short salt posts most of the time lol #also if anyone wants sources for what i mention here feel free to ask #i'll probably be able to find them lol #httyd 3 criticism #httyd criticism #toothless #reply #anonymous #long post

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Week 14 Blog

Why is it important for producers to help market their film, and not rely solely on distribution to do so?

Independent film distributors are incredibly busy, and cannot be solely relied on for marketing. Producers must market their own film if they hope to stand out in those crucial first day/weeks of release.

2. Explain in your own words why ‘a mediocre genre film with a B list name is more likely to garner a decent return than a great film of the same genre without a name in it?

Normal people generally watch movies because they recognize stars from previous movies they've seen that they like. Normal people also generally care for star power more than they do good film making. You're a lot more likely to get Joe Everyman to click on your film on Netflix with a cover photo with a recognizable face than to tell him it has excellent cinematography. People who aren't in the industry or film hobbyists generally don't care about technical elements.

3. What is a deal memo?

A memo scoping out the terms of employment for crew members on a film production. Generally includes the name of the production company, name of the film, start and end dates for production, the crewmembers position, name, and tax identification number, rate of wages, travel provisions, meal compensation, and rental agreements.

4. In short why is a deal memo important?

Not having a clear-cut contract for any sort of job is a disaster waiting to happen, especially with something as volatile as film making. Crewmembers might come in with certain expectations based off of previous productions they've been a part of that are not applicable to this production. It's best that everyone is on the same page from the beginning to squander any potential problems down the road.

5. Why is it important to give deal memos to cast/crew members that are working probono?

It's absolutely vital to give a deal member to cast and crew working probono, since they're not receiving financial compensation for their work. You absolutely need that in writing, in case they later attempt to seek compensation that they have no claim to. You also want them to agree to all the terms of employment that everyone else is agreeing to, so they can't make the arguments that those terms didn't apply to them because they aren't receiving compensation. In general, it's always in your active interest to have everyone who sets foot on a set to sign a deal memo, less you open yourself up to unforseen problems down the road.

6. In your own words, please explain ‘No Obligation To Produce.'

A 'no obligation to produce' provision is something extremely important to include in a deal memo. What it means is that the production company isn't obligated to include the contracted work in the final film, or even actually release the film itself. This is useful whenever you contract out work that ends up subpar, like a soundtrack or a film poster, so you're not forced to include this in a final film. It's also important to include in case you need to entirely scrap the film. Many A-list actors will have provisions in their contracts to receive percentages of the film's box office gross. You need to include a 'no obligation to produce' provision in the deal memo so you can't be held liable for these projected percentage-based income in case the film ends up never being released.

7. Provide visual aid

8. List 5 questions you want me to go over class

I was kind of confused about the ROI formula when we covered it in class.

How to find guild rates. When I was looking them up some of them were hidden behind a login screen. Is there a central location to get this information?

Budgeting. How to find budgets of films without paying for IMBDPro.

I'm really struggling in general with all of the assignments related to the sub-$2 million budget for the project. Like we're supposed to spend half the budget on marketing, and also get an A-List actor. I assume any A-List actor is going to have a salary higher than $2 million. But even if they didn't, between marketing as half the budget and the A list actor's salary, and ~1/5 of the budget for contingency, I don't understand how to a have a budget for anything else.

In general, I think all of the stuff I've been struggling with is the material from week 2.

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Unwrapping the Wonka Bar Vol. 1 - Where is Charlie’s Town Located? Part 7

If you haven’t read the previous post, click here for Part 6 to make sure you are caught up to speed. If you’re already read the previous posts, then welcome back and let’s get back to the show!

Exhibit #6: The Bucket Family's nationality, according to Tim Burton and the crew (And if Grandpa Joe and Mr. Bucket meet the citizenship requirements for said nationality)

One of the most prized possessions any Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fan can own is the Factory Manual and Instruction Handbook, a booklet gifted to the crew of the film by Tim Burton documenting their experience making the film. Only a thousand were made so they can run you a pretty penny online, making them inaccessible to most fans (and not to brag, but I own two of them).

However, as a proud owner of this collectable piece of film memorabilia, I am here to share with you some of the insights inside this handbook. There is a lot of information about the production of the film contained inside, but more importantly there's some information that can shed some light on the question raised at the beginning of this inaugural installment of Unwrapping the Wonka Bar in the book as well, such as the fact that the handbook refers to the town where Willy Wonka built his factory as Burtonville as an homage to the director.

However, apart from a tongue-and-cheek address for Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, the handbook offers us another piece of information that is a true bombshell in our investigation. Not that far into the handbook, there is a section dedicated to the various families and groups depicted in the film and of course the first family described in the handbook are the Buckets. The handbook offers a lot of interesting information into Charlie's family, but one thing that stands out is that the Buckets are given an item box with some behind-the-scenes information that none of the other families are given. The information offered is mostly related to the film-making process rather than the story featured in the finished product as the manual was initially created to be a memento for those who worked on the film to reminisce on what it took to craft the finished product. However, once you get to the "NATIONALITIES WITHIN FAMILIY" subcategory in the box, we are given a straight-forward answer to the question of just what nationality the Bucket family members are.

So, there it is, ladies and gentlemen! To quote a familiar film to all of us: It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! The nationality of the members of the Bucket family is none other than ENGLISH!

Now, I cannot understate just how much of an earthshattering revelation this is. Even I have to admit that I was amazed when I was first read through the factory manual and came across this piece of information. For the first time in our investigation we have concrete evidence from an official source that describes Charlie and the rest of the Bucket family as hailing from a real-world location. This is not a hypothesis formed after hyper-analyzing the film and rationalizing a conclusion that is not actually stated, this is a straight-up honest fact.

On top of this reveal, if we go back to the manual and read the text carefully, we can actually get an even deeper insight into just who the Buckets are, believe it or not. It needs to be pointed out that the word used to refer to the family's origins in the manual is Nationalities, not Ethnicities. As to why this distinction is important to clarify, the reason is that the difference could change the implication of these findings.

The difference between nationality and ethnicity is that nationality referrers to one’s citizenship whereas ethnicity refers to one’s ancestry. This lines up with how the UK government views nationality, as its six types of British nationality all refer to citizenship or another similar legal relationship with the UK, rather than one solely based on ancestral ties to the UK. What this means in regards to our analysis is that the manual reveals that Charlie and his family are citizens of England, a misnomer, but we will get to that later on.

While it can be argued that many of the Bucket family members are also ethnically English, seeing as they all speak what we categorized as British Accents back in Exhibit 2, that fact is not all that relevant because it doesn't truly tell us where Charlie and his family are from by itself. While the largest concentration of English people can obviously be found in England, due to British colonialism, ethnically English people can be found on every continent on Earth. Had the Bucket family been referred to as Ethnically English, that could mean that the location of Charlie's town is in some fictional land that just so happens to have a large ethnically English population, as we were initially lead to believe by the filmmakers. But, as every installment of this analysis has been demonstrating, the fact of the matter is that the evidence does not support that conclusion. The evidence we do have tells us that Charlie and the rest of the Buckets are what we will call Nationally English, or citizens of England. Now, as I alluded to before, it should also be said that Nationally English is not a term that holds any legal meaning in the UK, therefore I am instead using it as a colloquial term to describe someone who was born in England, one of the four constituent countries of the UK, or someone who became a naturalized UK citizenship and settled in England.

The nationality over ethnicity clarification also fits in with the conclusion that Grandpa Joe is actually an ethnically Irish immigrant who left his homeland in search of work, because even though he is not ethnically English, Grandpa Joe did become Nationally English later on in life. According to the UK Government, the three main requirements to become a naturalized UK citizen through marriage are being "18 or over," having been "married to, or in a civil partnership with, someone who is a British citizen" and having "lived in the UK for at least 3 years before the date of your application." While Grandpa Joe may be Irish, Grandma Josephine can clearly be categorized as being ethnically English as she speaks in an undeniably posh London accent, which makes sense as her actress, Eileen Essel, is the only actor who played one of Charlie's grandparents who was born in London. This fact, on top of the fact that the manual designates her as being Nationally English, means that her marriage with Grandpa Joe would fulfil the second requirement mentioned before. As for the third requirement, we see in the film that Grandpa Joe has been living in Charlie's town since 1985, and since he and Grandma Josephine are already seniors by that time, on top of the fact that we can confidently designate her as being Nationally English, this means that they would have had to have had Mrs. Bucket decades prior to the earliest moment on the timeline that we first encounter Grandpa Joe in the film as an employee at Willy Wonka's first candy shop on Cherry Street. All of this is to say that Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine have most likely been married for well over two decades by the time of the main events of the film, meaning that Grandpa Joe also fulfils the third requirement set out by the UK government. And as for the first requirement of being at least 18 years old…do I really need to give an argument for why that’s the case?

Additionally, apart from paying a fee to apply for UK citizenship, there are other requirements, such as obtaining "indefinite leave to remain," which one usually obtains after living 5 years in the UK, which is not an obstacle for Grandpa Joe as mentioned before. Grandpa Joe also needs to prove he resided in the UK "exactly 3 years before the day the Home Office receives your application," which we have already shown he qualifies for due to the mere fact he’s been a resident of Charlie’s town since 1985. And he would also need to prove his "knowledge of English, Welsh or Scottish Gaelic," which Grandpa Joe clearly does, as well as having "passed the life in the UK test," which considering how knowledgeable Grandpa Joe is about Wily Wonka's chocolate factory he theoretically could pass if he studied for the test beforehand. And finally, a prospective citizen must also "be of good character," which the film shows us he definitely is, unlike that lazy bum, Albertson Grandpa Joe, from the 1971 film.

“Each Grandpa Joe's last line from both movies” - Reddit User FionaWalliceFan

Additionally, the UK government also specifies the rules regarding British citizenship for those children of British citizens born outside of the UK, which would be relevant in the case of Mr. Bucket if we accept that he was born and spent his formal years in Australia. Since Mr. Bucket would have been born before 1983, the UK government says the requirements for him to become a UK citizen as someone born overseas are if his "father is British," and also a "citizen of the United Kingdom and Colonies," who is "married to your mother" and "able to pass on his citizenship to you." And if we accept that Grandpa George was from Folkestone on the south-east English coast, which satisfies his ability to pass his citizenship to his children as he too would have been "born or adopted in the UK," and then met Grandma Georgina, whose actress, Liz Smith hails from a town in the North of England, Scunthorpe, in England before the two embarked on a migrant worker's journey that took them to Australia where their son was born, there is nothing in that story to contradict any of the requirements set out by the UK Government for Mr. Bucket to automatically gain UK citizenship and thus become "Nationally English" as well.

That’s it for Part 7, click here for Part 8 when we argue against some arguments that might be levied against the claim that Charlie’s town is in England and that Charlie, the rest of the Buckets and the rest of the residents of the town are British.

Also, if you have better quality images of the scenes from the film I included in this post, feel free to share them with me so that I may replace the ones I used to improve the experience for the reader.

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hiiii!!!! i hope i am doing this right but i was wondering if you could do a fluffy wilbur oneshot based on tommy’s lie detector test vlog or the you laugh you lose vlog. i hope this isn’t to vague but you could write it how ever you want. have a good day or night depending on when you read this lol!!

ayeee thank you for the request!! <3

{The Test Doesn't Lie} Wilbur Soot x Reader

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word count: 1239

trigger warning: swearing

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"Do you wanna have a go?" Tommy asked your boyfriend, Wilbur.

You two were invited by Tommy to record a Tom Simons vlog, lie detector edition. Wilbur was invited to be in it, you were invited to help film. You didn't like to be other MCYT's vlogs unless it was just in the background. You had a fear that people would think you were just dating Wilbur for the fame, which was far from the truth.

"Whatcha think, Love?" Wilbur asked you. "It would make a good skit wouldn't it?"

You shrugged, "You wanna copy Tommy's idea and post it on your channel that you don't even do vlogs on? Seems a little controversial to me."

"You always say 'post what makes you happy' and how often do we get a lie detector?" Wilbur asked.

You shook your head and hid your smile, he was right. You did always tell him that when he asked you if ideas were good or not, "Alright, alright. Go ahead."

"Alright boys!" Wilbur yelled. "On the sofa you go now!”

“Do you wanna join us, y/n?” Jack asked you. “I can stand if you'd like.”

You shook your head, “I’m good behind the camera. It is his channel anyways and Tommy’s team shouldn't have to record it.”

“Please y/n!” Wilbur begged while the Tech was getting him hooked up to the machine. “We always do lifestyle vlogs. It would be nice to do a fun one.”

You could never say no to his pleading eyes. He basically got anything that he wanted, with reason of course, out of you. Besides, he was right. It’s been a while since you did something non-romantic for his channel, “Alright, make room.”

Tommy and Ranboo slid over to opposite ends of the couch and Jack stood in the center behind you three. You felt a rush of excitement when you sat down. Tommy’s camera crew was getting the cameras refocused and was adjusting Wilbur’s camera to match his height.

Wilbur did his vlog intro, which took a few tries because he kept laughing during it, but he got it eventually. Tommy was first to volunteer to question him when he got his baseline checked.

“Wilbur, I must know,” He started out. “You do all of these ‘You Laugh You Lose’ streams, but do you do them when you want extra money and not because it is what the fans want.”

You instantly covered your mouth with your hand. What a bold question that was to start out with. Wilbur was taken back and to take a moment, “No! I do them for the fans! I barely make any extra money off of them because I pay the mods for those streams!”

“Truth!” The Tech called.

Tommy took his seat and nudged you to go up. You haven't even thought of a question yet. You and Wilbur had a very honest and open relationship, so you didn't really have anything to find out about. Wilbur has you so wrapped up in content that all you could think about was: ‘what would make good clips?’

“Wilbur...” You crossed your arms and shook your head.

“Yes, Love?” Wilbur asked all innocently.

“How many days of the week do you actually use my conditioner?”

You could hear Ranboo and Tommy burst out laughing in the background. “I -erm-” Wilbur stumbled on his words. “Maybe five?”

“Five!” You yelled. “That’s expensive conditioner that I got for my hair! You have your own shit! Use it!”

Wilbur looked over at the Tech, who gave him a thumbs up. He sighed in relief, “I’m sorry! It just works with my curls better.”

You threaded your hand through Wilbur’s hair, “You ain’t gonna have any curls soon if you keep using my shit.” You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, which he smiled in response, “That is a threat.”

“Ayo!” Jack called, taking off his hat. “You could look like me!”

You chuckled as you sat down, “That was actually funny.”

“Congrats, Jack!” Tommy patted his arm. “It’s hard to get y/n to laugh!”

You rolled your eyes and denied his statement, “It's easy when you’re actually funny.”

Ranboo was already by Wilbur, waiting for your shenanigans to come to an end. Once it did he asked: “y/n or Beyoncé?”

Wilbur tilted his head back, “Why is that even a question. y/n of course! I wouldn't pick-”

“That’s a lie,” The Tech interrupted.

“No way!” Tommy yelled, running over to the screen. Sure enough, there was a huge heart rate spike when he spoke, indicating that he just told one of the biggest lies of his laugh.

“y/n...” Wilbur begged. “If Beyoncé would ask you out, I would say yes for you.”

“That doesn’t mean you can drop me just because you would want me to drop you!” You joked. “Is it because I don’t sing?”

“No it’s not-”

“Lie.”

“Well it would give me a lot of clout to make a music video with her,” Wilbur quickly fixed his statement. “Don’t look too much into it, Love. You know I love you and that I wouldn't actually break up with you. You have so much more.”

You glared back at him, then looked over at the Tech. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up.

“God I’m gonna throw up!” Tommy playfully commented. “Enough of this lovey-dovey bullshit. Wilbur, Lovejoy or the DreamSMP?”

You covered your mouth again. Tommy was going after Wilbur today. You were already making a prediction of what questions Wilbur would cut out.

Jack stood up for his final question, and the last question of Wilbur’s turn. He placed his hand on his shoulder and pointed over at you, “You got a pretty special person to live with don’t you?” He rhetorically asked. “All to yourself, yet nothing but words to show of it. Are you actually gonna marry y/n?”

Oh. My. Fucking. God. He did not just-

“100% yeah,” Wilbur answered without giving a second thought.

The Tech held up his thumb. You felt your cheeks flare up from how sudden and cute it was. He was so proud and sure in his response, it just made his heart melt.

“The test doesn't lie,” Wilbur commented.

Everyone nervously laughed, not knowing what to say. You felt their eyes on you as they awaited your response. You bit your lip and kept sigh-laughing, still trying to compose yourself, “Yeah?” Was all you managed to get out.

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded.

You always knew that you wanted to marry Wilbur, and you also knew that it was gonna be a bit til he actually did. You didn't think the whole ‘we’re gonna get married one day’ conversation would be in front of all of his friends either. But here you were, struggling through the process.

The Tech helped Wilbur disconnect from the machine. Once free, Wilbur walked over to you with open arms. You met him half way and hugged him. In the midst of probably the tightest, most loving hug that he has ever given you, he leaned down and whispered in your ear: “I never lie to you y/n. Even if it hurts you, I’ll never lie.” He kissed your temple a few times before letting go. You both looked over at the younger boys, who stared back in awe.

“So that’s what a healthy relationship looks like,” Ranboo pointed out.

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Love Scenes

pairing: florence pugh x reader

summary: Florence gets jealous after you film a love scene. Smut. Based on a request from @moonflowcrr (thank you for the inspiration love!)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: oral, fingering, dirty talk, face-sitting, f/f

You’d done sex scenes before, plenty of them, but this was the first you’d ever done with your girlfriend watching.

His name’s Ryan, you think, you only met him three hours ago. But he’s shirtless and so are you, your hands are on his back, his tongue in your mouth.

“Cut,” The director cries out, and you retract from him.

Florence stands on the corner of the room, her arms crossed as she watches. Your stomach flips at her expression; she looks irritated and you know exactly why. Ryan isn’t exactly the epitome of professionalism. He keeps trying to talk to you in the breaks, flexing his muscles every time your eyes are on him. You hadn’t discussed using tongue either, yet he kept slipping it to you like some drunk frat boy who’d never properly learned how to kiss.

“Let’s go again!” The director calls out, and you look back at Florence, catching her eye. You blow her a kiss, then clamber into bed with Ryan, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself as he climbs on top of you. He’s not bad looking, you suppose, trying to pull yourself back into character. You press your hands against his biceps, as he angles himself between your legs.

“Alright, shooting in 3, 2-”

He kisses you again, slams his hips against yours as he pretends to fuck you.

You moan, lace your fingers through his hair as if you enjoyed it. He thrusts again, once, twice, until his body goes stiff against you he pretends to cum.

The director cuts again, and he rolls off you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Hey,” He says, voice almost a whisper, “I thought this was a closed set, do you know why she’s here?”

She can only be one person; Florence openly stares at the two of you through narrowed eyes, eyes on him like a hawk.

“She is the star.” You answer, shifting uncomfortably. You and Florence had agreed to keep your relationship a secret for the shoot, not wanting the entire crew gawping at the two of you for the next three months, “Maybe she just wants to make sure the scene is good?”

Ryan hums, not quite convinced by your argument.

“I don’t know,” He says, licking his lips, “She kind of looks- I don’t know, jealous?”

Your heart flips. She did look jealous, you agreed privately. For an actress she isn’t that great at hiding her feelings, at least not her feelings for you.

“Don’t be silly,” You say, but Ryan isn’t listening anymore, looking over at her.

“Do you know if she has a boyfriend?”

“I-“ You look at him, and this time it’s your turn to be jealous.

“I mean, she’s pretty hot, I’m not going to lie-” He continues, looking her up and down.

“Yeah, she has a boyfriend. He’s a big guy, used to be a bodybuilder.” You lie, staring daggers, “I wouldn’t mess with him.”

Ryan’s eyes widen, “Oh, right. Well thanks for the warning.”

His fingers are suddenly on your arm, a coy smile on his face.

“You know, you’re a really good kisser. Even if you were just acting-”

“That’s a wrap!”

You’ve never been so pleased for a wrap, rolling off the bed ungracefully in an attempt to get away from him.

“Yeah, you too. See you round, Ryan.” You mumble out behind you, draping a robe around your body. He stares after you as you approach Florence and walk out with her.

You lead her off the set, and out into the yard.

“Thank god that’s over.” You say, linking your arm with hers and resting your head on her shoulder.

She slides a protective arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your head.

“That guy is an oaf, totally unprofessional.” She complains all the way back to the trailer, “I’m going to have a word about him.”

“No you’re not,” You tell her sternly, “I told you, no meddling. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Fine,” Florence concedes, entwining your fingers, “Let’s go back to your trailer, I want to show you something.”

“You’re not slick,” You tell her knowingly as she licks her lips, glancing down at your chest.

“I’m pretty slick,” She says with a smile, pulling you into your trailer and shutting the door behind her.

She presses you against the wall, her lips finding yours. You smile against her, letting your head fall back as she pressed her lips against your neck.

“It was kind of hot.” She murmurs, lips on your ear, “Watching some wanktard all over you, trying to take what’s mine.”

Her hand reaches out and she cups you through your underwear. You whimper.

She pulls your robe open, “Are you naked under this?” She asks, cheeky smile on her lips. You are, she discovers quickly, and it’s not long before the robe is discarded to the floor.

She wraps her arms around your waist, captures your lips with a hungry vigor. Her hands dip down to your ass, squeeze gently, then slink around to your front.

You moan into her mouth as she strokes you up and down, teasing you. You frown, tugging gently at her shirt. “Off.” You murmur against her lips. She obliges, pulling away from your kiss to lift her shirt over her head. Her nipples are hard, and they press against your own as she sweeps back in to kiss you again.

“Pants too.” You say, pulling away from her lips to fumble with her belt buckle. She whines and tries to kiss you again, but you withhold from her, wanting her naked against you. She concedes quickly, slipping out of her jeans and then pulling you against her, her lips on your neck.

You fall back onto the bed, her on top of you, desperately kissing, your fingers intertwined with hers, her knee against you, grinding into you.

She presses kisses down your neck, onto your chest until she’s moving lower, lips grazing your abdomen as she looks up at you.

“Where do you want me baby?” She asks, her lips on your inner thigh, smiling coyly.

“You know where.” Your hands reach down to grip onto her hair, trying to move her face where you want it.

“Do I?” She ponders, then presses a kiss to your knee, pulling your legs over her shoulders.

She dips down, and then you feel her tongue at your entrance, licking you ever so slightly. You sigh, reach out to stroke the hair out of her eyes so you can watch her. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her pupils getting wider the longer she tastes you. Suddenly, her mouth is on your clit, her tongue languid in her exploration of you. Your head falls back and you moan, your grip on her hair tightening.

Then she stops. You groan, looking down to protest but she’s already kissing her way back up your body, her fingers slipping down to take the place of her tongue.

She slips her tongue into your mouth, her fingers circling your clit in a steady motion. Her weight on top of you feels impossibly good, her kisses like wildfire. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her tighter against you, your fingernails digging into the milky skin of her back. She likes when you mark her, you can tell by the way her kisses become more frantic, and just as you scratch your fingernails down the bare skin of her back, she slips two fingers inside of you.

You gasp against her as she begins to rock into you, curling her fingers against your sweetest spot. She’s wet, you can feel it against your thigh, and the thought of her being so turned on from fucking you sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

“You like that honey?” She murmurs into your ear, taking it between her teeth. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes baby, so good.” You say, burying your face into her neck as she pumps her fingers in a little harder, “Don’t stop.”

“Tell me whose girl you are.” Florence murmurs, lips on your jaw.

“Your girl, I’m your girl.” You gasp, your eyes fluttering closed.

“That’s right.” She says, “You’re mine. All mine. Every inch of you.”

She takes your bottom lip between her teeth, bites down gently.

“Even when someone else is on you, I’m the only one who gets to do this.” She curls her fingers again, rubbing her thumb against your clit. “I’m the only one who gets to be inside you, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes,” You gasp, “You’re the only one Flo.”

She smiles, pressing her lips to yours briefly, gently. Then, she dips down, increasing her pace.

She presses kisses to your neck as she fucks you. You tangle your fingers in her hair as that familiar thrum overtakes your body, until you're gasping and breathless.

“I’m gonna cum, Flo.” You gasp out and she captures your lips in a fierce kiss as your orgasm overtakes you, her fingers working into you furiously.

You hold onto her, sighing as you come down, letting her dot lazy kisses to your chest. She pulls her fingers out of you, and you feel them against your thighs as she repositions herself, reaching up to touch herself.

Your stomach coils with arousal as you watch her rub her own clit, your nipple in between her lips.

“Come up here.” You murmur, your hands on the back of her thighs, tugging her up to you.

She smiles, settling herself over your face as you lean up to taste her. She’s drenched, the taste of her perfect as you lick her clean, your hands like iron around her thighs, holding her in place. You lips close around her clit, sucking gently and she moans, sinking down onto your mouth.

You flick your tongue against her clit, just the way she likes, until her breath is shortening, and you feel her thighs contract around you head. You suck her clit lovingly, riding her through her orgasm, until she’s calling out your name. Then, her grip on you loosens, and she’s falling off you and onto the mattress next to you.

You turn, wrap your arms around her and press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Love you.” You murmur, and she smiles, dipping her head into your neck and pulling you against her. “Love you too.”

You lay like that for a while, just holding her until a quiet knock at your trailer door leaves you both startled.

“Who the hell is that?” Florence asks, reaching out for your discarded robe. She ties it around herself, leaning over to kiss you, “Don’t you go anywhere my darling,” She says, “I’m not done with you yet.”

You pull the sheets over your naked body, sitting up to watch as she opens the door. It’s Ryan, you can tell by the look on her face.

“Oh,” You hear Ryan say, sounding confused, “I um- sorry, I was looking for YN?”

Florence smiles at him, wryly, “She’s in bed, can I take a message?”

Your cheeks flame red, and you groan into your hands.

“She’s - she’s what? Well, can I come in?”

He steps forward, and you see a brief flash of him before Florence’s arm jerks out, blocking the door.

“I wouldn’t mate,” Florence says, “She’s not wearing anything.”

“Oh. Oh.” You can’t see him, but you can tell by his tone he’s gawping.

“See you later Ryan,” Florence says sweetly before she shuts the door in his face.

She moves back to you, slipping out of your robe as she climbs back into bed. She pulls you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“What happened to not saying anything?” You ask, resting your head on her chest, “Now the entire crew is going to know we’re sleeping together.”

She dips down, kisses you softly.

“Well maybe I want them to know.”

You look at her, stroke her cheek.

“You’re not actually jealous of Ryan are you?”

“Please,” She rolls her eyes, “I just didn't like the way he was looking at you. Like you were his for the taking. And now he knows.”

“Knows what?’ You ask her, already knowing the answer. You like when she says it, the look in her eye when she claims you as her own.

“That you’re mine.” She presses down, kisses you softly. You hum against her lips, pressing yourself closer to her.

“I don’t think he knows it yet.” You tell her, “Maybe he needs to hear it one more time. You know, just so he’s really sure.”

The look in her eye is devilish as she climbs on top of you. “I think maybe you’re right.”

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gingeraleluke · 3 years

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𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x influencer!fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: you and vinnie try to keep your relationship under wraps throughout a wild game of real life among us.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, (it’s among us, so ✨murder✨) anxious reader, pure fluff

𝗔/𝗡: this was requested by @morganwilliams !! i hope i did this request justice!

THIS IS A LONG ONE!! really really hope you guys like it :)

this is based off of james charles’ among us in real life 2 video

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whenever someone asked you about your career, you were never a hundred percent sure what to say. “i stand in front of a camera and make shitty jokes for a living” just didn’t have a nice ring to it.

you often found yourself settling on the term influencer, but it was hard to see yourself as someone who influenced people.

sure, you’d talk about things you enjoy doing and maybe sprinkle in some opinions or two, but the idea of you having the power to form someone’s day or perspective on life was draining. you never saw your content as a job, yet it was the only income of money in your life.

the bottom line was, you were grateful for living such a rare and unique lifestyle.

your boyfriend was too.

you weren’t close with a lot of content creators, but you did end up forming a bond with dixie d’amelio and her sister charli.

the three of you got along really well and would film tiktoks whenever you were together. while you already had a following, your view count skyrocketed after being featured on the sisters tiktoks. it was overwhelming, but they helped you through it.

dixie was always there for you whenever you needed a break and someone to lift your spirits, while charli was always there for you when you needed to rant or a shoulder to cry on. the two girls knew you better than most, and when they invited you to join them in a james charles video, you were extremely nervous. even more nervous when they told you that james insisted to have you join.

you wanted to say no, but after them promising you that it would be fun, you decided against it. you had never met james, despite him being close with the sisters, and you were really excited to finally meet him and whoever else would be there.

you were in a groupchat with dixie and charli, the three of you discussing the event. everyone was bringing dates, except james, meaning that there would be eleven people in total if y/n went.

dixie was bringing noah, her boyfriend who you had only talked to through facetime when he called her while you were with her. he seemed nice on the phone and you were sure you’d get along since you were close with dixie. charli told you that she was bringing larray, someone you had never met in real life either. you knew james would be there, obviously, but that was it.

you decided to reach out to james and let him know that you were nervous, but excited to meet him. the two of you chatted through dms and he informed you on who was scheduled to be there. he wanted you to bring a date too. anyone, as long as they were an influencer of some kind, and you immediately thought of your boyfriend. so you texted vinnie, who was down with the idea.

the only people you knew there were dixie, charli, and vinnie. you weren’t good with first impressions and vin knew that.

“i will be there with you the whole time! and it’s gonna be really fun, i know it.” he kisses your temple and rubbed your shoulders. he always had a way with reassuring you.

when you arrived, you were met with a grinning james. he gave you and vinnie hugs before opening the door and letting you in. he wanted the reveal to be a suprise so he lead the two of you to a guest room with suits and accessories laid out on a bed. james was already in gear, a white space suit on his body.

you and vinnie were the last ones to arrive, leaving three colors left to choose from. the rest of the crew mates were waiting in a living room.

“okay, so these are the options left, and we have little accessory thingys to choose from, so i will leave you guys here and you can pick between these and when you are done just meet me at the bottom of the stairs and i’ll introduce you to everyone. okay?” james rambled as you and vinnie looked over at the items left.

“okay, cool. sorry we were late!”

“no, no! don’t be, it’s okay!”

before walking out, he pulled you to the side. “i just wanted to say, dixie told me about you guys and i promise not to say anything about y’all’s relationship, i get it. and don’t worry if something gets caught on film, okay? i can edit it out, just have fun!” you whispered a quick thank you and he gave you another hug before closing the door, leaving you and vinnie to get changed.

“what color do you want?” you asked.

there was brown, black, and pink left.

“i call black!” you reached out and grabbed the suit, holding it up to your body.

“hey, i wanted black!”

“too bad, it’s mine.”

“fuck, i guess i’ll take pink then..”

you ripped off your shirt, leaving you in a bra before zipping up the suit. it was hot as fuck outside and you knew you’d melt if you wore something heavy underneath. you and vinnie made slight eye contact every few seconds, while jumping into your costumes.

“pink looks good on you, babe.” you giggle.

he smiles and picks up a headband with horns on it.

“ooo!” you zipped up the jacket before running over to look at the options. a gasp left your lips once you saw the fuzzy cat ears and you swiftly placed them on your head.

“lovey, look it!” you turn to vinnie with a smile on your face as you point to you cat ears.

“aww.” vinnie coos, wrapping his arms around your back.

“in all serious babe, we need to make sure we keep this under wraps.” you state.

“keep what?”

“us.”

“oh..” his mouth lowers into a slight frown as he plays with your hair. “yeah, i know.”

“we don’t want to start any drama and i don’t want either of us to get hate, so just… i don’t know- keep your distance today.”

“oh.. okay. i see how it is.” he crosses his arms, a charming expression resting on his face.

“no- not like a big distance! just ya know… try and look platonic.” he simply nods at your words before you both walk down the stairs to meet james.

“ahh!! you look so good, oh my god!” he gushes before leading you two to meet the rest. as you step through the house, voices louder and louder. you were already overwhelmed by the amount of people you could here. you turned a corner and was met with eight people, all sitting around a couch, chatting. lights were set all around them, illuminating the bright colors they wore.

you gulped and felt vinnies hand interlock with yours. he lightly squeezed before letting go, his way of letting you know that he was there.

i hope no one saw that.

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after meeting everyone, we all settled down and stood around a table, a black backdrop behind us. you tried to keep some space between you and vinnie and decided not to stand next to him, but to stand next to james and dixie instead. charli stood behind you while vinnie stood behind james. you turned your head to the right and was met with vinnie who was already looking at the back of your head. he was still close by, but far enough to go unnoticed. he smiled at you and you smiled back, before quickly turning around as james started his introduction.

you were too nervous to comprehend fully what he was saying, but snapped out of it once it was time to introduce yourself.

“quen, purple.”

“nas, cyan.”

“dixie, blue!”

“charli, green.”

“y/n, black!”

“james, white.”

“nai, orange.”

“vinnie, pink!”

“larray, red.”

“chase, lime.”

“noah, yellow.”

we cheered before gathering to the table. you and charli both picked the cat ears and gushed over how you guys matched. you tried to act natural, but you’ve never been in such a foreign setting and the fact that you had to keep your relationship with vinnie a secret, didn’t help. the only people who knew you two were dating was charli, dixie, noah and james. everyone else had no idea.

you stayed with charli, chase on the other side of you as you guys waited to get your cards. vinnie was talking to charli about something, so you decided to be brave and spark a conversation with chase.

“so.. was like your first choice?” he looked over at you, a phone in his hand ready to film.

“huh? oh, no, not really.. i didn’t mind though.” you just nodded.

awkward.

“hey, you and charli match!” he smiled, pointing at your headband with cat ears on it.

“oh, yeah!”

“that’s so cute!” he giggled, looking down at his feet. he shifted forwards in the line.

“yeah.. what do you have?” you reached out to grab whatever was on his head.

“oh, it’s a leaf.” he bent his head down so his hair was on full display, showcasing the headpeice.

“how cute!” vinnie couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. he knew chase was single and that you were his type on paper. he wouldn’t have to worry about him hitting on you, if he knew y’all were dating, but he didn’t.

you nodded, looking down at the table in front of you. you found yourself wanting to continue the conversation with him.

“so, did you- where you in the last one?” he looked into her eyes, “the last james among us video, i mean.” you chuckle awkwardly.

“oh! yeah, no i wasn’t. this is my first time.” you both made eye contact before making your way to the other side of the table and grabbed your cards. you looked up to see vinnie across from you. you gave him a small smile and he looked at you with a straight face. for a quick second, you were sure he was upset with you, but then he sent a sly wink your way, causing you to suppress a chuckle.

charli placed her hand on your shoulder. “you’re gonna be alright, right?”

“yeah! yeah, i think i’ll be okay..” you nodded.

“okay, i’m gonna be here if you need me, just come and find me okay? if you get overwhelmed, let me know and we can talk to james about it.”

“thank you, charli.” you hugged her and she kissed your head.

“now go have fun!” charli made her way outside.

ROUND ONE

you held your camera before walking towards the back of the house where the asteroids were. you opened your card and showed it to the camera.

CREWMATE

“im innocent, y’all!” you exclaimed before looking over your tasks.

1: fix the wires

2: bell grab

3: ball toss

4: puzzle

seems easy enough

“alright, y’all! i don’t know… where the fuck i am.” i walked out of the room and made my way into a hallway. i didn’t notice chase walking behind me until he spoke up.

“where you off to?”

“JESUS! oh my god, you scared the fuck outta me!” you playfully hit his arm before turning around and continuing your way through the house. “i don’t know, honestly. i have to fix the wires though..”

“oh, cool.” he nodded, his camera recording him and the girl walking.

noah started to approach them. “oh hey.”

“oh hey!” chase said.

“hey huddy.”

“hi noah..” you smiled and reached your hand out. noah high fives it before saying a small “hey y/n..” and walking by you and chase. you found the room with the wires and you and chase went your separate ways.

when you entered the room, you were met with a bright pink jumpsuit.

“hey, pretty girl.” he smirked. they were alone, the red light illuminated their faces.

“you are so lucky im holding the camera…”

“what?” he shot her a puzzled look, causing her to stare.

“oh…”

“yeah, ‘oh.’ vinnie, you need to be careful…”

“i know, i know… im sorry. from now on, we barely know eachother.” he placed his hand on his chest and you shot him an uncertain face before nodding and fixing the wires. you both kept your cameras out, making sure to edit this conversation out later.

all of a sudden, a body was reported.

“oh, shit..” vinnie stated. you both looked at eachother in suprise. “someone’s dead!” you walked quickly to the main room. “already??” you asked your camera.

when the couple entered the room, larray walked by and started talking to james who was playing dead on the floor.

“james is dead, you can’t talk to him.” vinnie stated.

“couldnt care less!” larray replied, causing y/n to laugh.

the group started conversing and chase admitted to finding the body.

“okay, you were at the puzzle.. y/n, where were you?”nas asked.

“i was fixing the wires with vinnie.”

stay cool, y/n. stay cool.

“where were you, nas?” you asked.

“i was outside by the vent thing.”

“BY THE VENT THING?!” charli yelled. you immediately started cracking up and grabbed charlis arm to keep yourself steady.

“WHY WERE YOU BY THE VENT?!” you two were cracking up and everyone else started yelling at nas.

“he came up to me, and was trying to kill me!” larray shouted over the noise.

while nas shared his defense, nai cut everyone off.

“should we skip!? should we skip? we have thirty seconds, should we skip or are we voting?” larray stood next to her, nodding his head as everyone decided to skip.

“okay guys…” y/n spoke into the lens, “i have to try not to die, because clearly, there is a murderer on the loose.”

you turned around at the sound of your name being called. charli waddled up behind you in her green suit.

“hey!”

“hi, i’m scared and don’t want to be alone.” she explained looking into her camera, causing you to laugh.

“no, because same! what task do you have?”

charli pulled out her card and you scanned it.

“i have the bell grab too! i think it’s over here.” you pointed as charli followed behind you.

“hi, charli!” noah greeted, walking by you two. you both said hello before finding the bell grab station.

“oo! okay, so i have to jump and try and grab the bell.”

charli went first, starting off in small bounces on the trampoline.

“you’ve got this!”

her hair blew in her face as she laughed breathlessly, reaching her arm out to hit the bell. she kept jumping until you heard a light ring.

“i did it!” she jumped off and wrapped her arms around you, causing you to almost drop your camera. “that was harder, than i thought it’d be!” she was out of breath as she watched you step on the trampoline.

you hit the bell in the first try, charli’s mouth agape. “no way!”

“i can’t believe i did that!” you angled your camera to show the two of you in shock.

charli moved into the house, while you walked to the other side of the backyard to the ball toss.

an emergency meeting was called before you could get there. you and noah entered the meeting last, you both stood to the side of the table. you looked up at your boyfriend who was trying his best to stay cool despite how cute you looked with your hair all messed up from jumping and your cat ears.

“what happened?” vinnie shrugged.

“you called this shit?” quen asked looking at charli.

charli explained that quen reached for her knife while they were alone doing asteroids. the group was now trying to figure out who was lying as the two girls yelled at eachother. dixie walked up to noah, now standing next to you. “do you think charli is lying?”

“i can’t tell..” you said, before slamming your hand on the table. “WAIT! guys, listen.” people continued to talk over you, making vinnie scream ‘shut up’ at the top of his lungs. everyone’s eyes were on vinnie.

“y/n has something to say.”

“thank you! okay, so i almost forgot, me and charli did the bell grab together, and she never tried to kill me, so i don’t think it’s her..”

“right, but you two are close, right? so she wouldn’t kill you.” nas explained.

before you could answer, quen added, “yeah, how do we know you aren’t the imposter? it’s probably you and charli!”

it was time to vote and it was a tie, meaning no one got ejected.

“okay, bitches.” you were out of breath from walking around the house, but you had to make your way to the basketball court. “i still have to do the stinkin ball toss…” your sneakers hitting the ground and the conversations from afar was the only thing you could hear. “so… i see nothing but trees and tiktokers… life is crazy!” you held the camera up and made a fuckboy face before doing the ball toss and making your way back to the house.

“hey guys!” you smiled as larray and nai walked by you, heading towards the station.

“hey, y/n! don’t mind me, just chilling with my bestie!” larray responded.

you looked at your camera with wide eyes before mouthing ‘sus’.

a few minutes later, while you were working on a task, an alarm ran off and it was declared that the round was over and that the imposters won. quen and larray admitted to being the imposters.

“no way!! did you kill nai when i went by you guys?”

“yes, i killed her. i was like ‘oh, fuck, y/n is gonna see us’ so i waited for you to leave!” you all erupted in laughter before being handed your second card.

ROUND TWO

“let’s see….” you opened the note with your fate on it and sighed contently. “thank god, i don’t want to be imposter!”

CREWMATE

1: who’s the imposter challenge

2: ball toss

3: shooting asteroids

charli walked by you as you headed towards the first station. you both said hi before she claimed to be going to security upstairs. you filmed her walking up the stairs before moving the camera back to your face. “not sure if i trust that, but okay.”

you stayed in a fairly large group of people when the alarm went off. charli reported james dead body.

“poor james! he’s died first every time.” you frown at your camera. vinnie walked up behind you and instinctively put his hands on your waist before quickly removing them.

dumbass.

dixie had to leave, so mario replaced her and next to nas. vinnie tried his best to nonchalantly stand beside you.

“i’m skipping..” vinnie mutters, scratching his neck.

“me too.” you nod your head as the majority vote was revealed. most people skipped, meaning no one was ejected.

“hey, boo!” you spotted lil nas dribbling a basketball infront of his tripod.

“hey!” he greeted and gave you a hug. the two of you hit it off before the game started. you both did the ball toss together, his hands on his camera with yours laced in your hair.

“ugh, look at us!”

the light hit the two of you in a way that made you look godly. you both had your arms extended and filmed the lighting on your faces.

“love that!”

“yes… oh my god i would do me. i would do us, honestly.” you both laughed when the alarm went off.

“okay, girl, you can back me up here! i swear, i think it’s quen, because she was looking at me weird as fuck dude..”

“oh my god, make sure you say something during the meeting!”

“i will.” you both walked into the room to see everyone yelling. vinnie stood in the corner, his face soft like a lost puppy. she could tell he was confused.

the group voted out quen who turned out to be innocent and continued their tasks. you spent the next round doing asteroids and were alone the whole time when another meeting was called. nai and charli were exposed as imposters.

“okay, i don’t know what the fuck happened.” you felt someone lightly tap your side and turned to see your boyfriend.

“i have no fucking clue, i was banging my head on the bell.” you bursted out laughing and he shushed you while the group commerced.

“i got that on camera!”

what a weirdo. i love him so much.

ROUND THREE

“god, if you love me, please don’t give me imposter that is just too much work..” you placed your hands on your knees and took a deep breath before opening the card.

CREWMATE

you smirked at the camera and pointed. “i’m a finesser, i swear…”

1: puzzle

2: fixing wires

3: shoveling snowballs

“time to go do the puzzle!” you singsonged before you felt something round knock you in the back. vinnie stood there with a finger to his lips.

“what are you doing? is that a snowball?”

“yeah, i took it from the station, don’t tell james.”

“what do you want?” you giggled. the two of you were alone without any cameras.

“you just look really cute with your cat ears and i wanted a kiss..”

“oh, my god no!”

“what?”

“you are gonna try and kill me!” you shouted. “no i won’t!” you knew you would regret this if he killed you, but a kiss is a kiss.

“vin, i swear to god, if you kill me-“

“i won’t.” he pressed his lips to yours and you quickly wrapped your legs around him, your fingers pulling lightly on his locks. you broke away from the steamy kiss and picked your camera back up.

“pleasure doing business with ya..” you shook his hand, when an alarm went off.

james and nas found mario’s body and the group interrogated the two. charli handed you a bag of m&ms. “you doing okay?” you smiled and nodded.

what a sweetheart.

they skipped and continued completing their tasks. you popped an m&m into your mouth and began to talk to your camera. “i honestly am so proud of myself for not dying! like, damn… i did that.”

after completing the puzzle, noah’s body was discovered by nai. “okay, it’s definitely y/n and vinnie!” james yelled, everyone’s eyes were on the couple.

“what?! no, why me?”

“no, okay, it’s definitely james. there’s no way- james has died first every round and now that he’s imposter, he’s not dead and goes upstairs with noah, leaves and noah’s dead? that’s not a coincidence, and it’s not nai because i doubt she got it twice in a row, come on.” james started to call vinnie a liar.

“what- why- why, do you think its y/n?” vinnie asked.

“sister y/n was following me at the start of the round!”

james what the fuck.

“UMM I DID NOT!”

the group ended up with 4 votes for james, 1 vote for quen, 1 vote for vinnie, and 1 vote for nas.

“it’s definitely vinnie, his girlfriend is just backing him up, i swear.” nas mutters.

did he just call me his girlfriend?

fuck… they are onto us

future james, please don’t use that footage.

“i’m fixing my wires! fixing my wires!” you sang, the tripod standing before you. “fixing these motherfucking wires- okay i’m done.” you walked downstairs and heard a meeting called.

nai was found dead and chase and vinnie were accusing nas and larray.

“i know it’s not me!”

“okay, it’s y/n!”

“what? i just said it’s not me nas, what the fuck!”

the group tied between chase and nas.

“guys this is so fucking stupid! stop tying..” you groaned and heard vinnie shout ‘i agree’ before making your way to the christmas tree to shovel the snowballs.

vinnie walked up behind you and started shoveling with you.

“are you going to kill me?”

“what? no, y/n.. i don’t even have this task.” he giggled, his face turning a crimson shade.

“why are you here than?” smiling up at him but keeping your distance, you felt your knees start to weaken at his smile.

“i just wanted to make sure you aren’t dead.”

as if on cue, an alarm was rung and everyone voted for larray, making nas and james win.

“imposters win!” james squealed.

nas walked up to you and gave you a hug. “bestie, what happened?!”

“sorry, i had to keep them off of me, i was starting to look sus!” everyone started making small talk and you decided to ask him what was on your mind.

“so, who told you about me and vinnie? was it james?”

“what? no, i could just tell. i get that it might be difficult, but you guys are really cute together- honestly.”

he walked away before you could answer and you could feel a smile work it’s way onto your face.

everyone got together to film the outro, y/n standing next to vinnie. while james was talking, she took a deep breath and grabbed the sides of vinnies face, pulling him in for a kiss. nai turned and saw, putting her hand over her mouth in shock. no one else noticed since they were in the back row. when she pulled away he smiled at her, before they regained their composure.

after the cameras turned off, y/n walked up to james who was eating m&ms.

“hey, you are gonna see something in the background of your outro..” james nodded.

“leave it in.”

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“Move the plans”

Pairing: Florence Pugh x actress!reader (platonic)

Summary: Florence tells you to cancel your plans when she ends up in New York.

Warnings: Nothing really bad. Mentions lactose intolerance? Idk if that’s sensitive to people. Probably some spelling errors.

A/n: Hello darlings! I’m back from my unannounced break. I decided to write a platonic Florence fic because she’s a sweetheart and I loved her as Yelena! Also for those who follow me, don’t worry, I will be working on a sequel to my Tom Holland “Sour” fic!! But for now, please enjoy this fic!😚💕

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You stood backstage in front of a mirror, looking at your appearance and making sure there were no wrinkles on the dress you wore. Your hairstylist was behind you, fluffing your hair and managing the stray baby hairs on your head. You were currently at NBC Studios in New York City, about to do an interview with the infamous, Jimmy Fallon. Tingles buzzed through your skin as you heard the cheers and music from the stage. Jimmy’s voice can be heard faintly backstage, only adding to your growing excitement.

The sound of heels clicking approached you, it took less than a second for you to feel the warm presence of Florence behind you. The both of you were starring in the upcoming Black Widow movie alongside Scarlett Johansson; after months of working together and spending days hanging out, you and Florence had become very close friends. She was, without a doubt, your favorite person in the world. Since the moment you met her, she had always been the most sweetest and caring person you’ve ever met—and you were proud to say you had her in your corner.

You met Flo’s eyes in the mirror and bright smiles were instantly on your faces. Turning around, you open your arms wide, and wrap them around her. Bear hugs were a must in your friendship with Flo, you both just loved receiving hugs from each other.

“Ahhh! I told you that dress would be perfect for tonight, you look stunning!” She squealed, tightening her arms around you. A day before Jimmy Fallon, you and Flo had been at your place with your stylist, picking out which dress you should wear for the interview. The dress was casual, but the color was so ever vibrant that it made the dress pop.

You pulled out the hug and looked at what she was wearing. Her gorgeous blonde hair was curled into loose locks and her dress was just as vibrant as yours. The pink of her dress and the orange (yellowish?) of yours complimented each other. Which coincidentally enough, was a parallel of your lovely friendship with Florence.

“Me? Flo, you look gorgeous! I’m so obsessed with this look!” You help her twirl, hyping her up as she showed off her outfit. After sneaking in a little mirror selfie and posting it onto Instagram, the two of you were given a five minute warning from one of the crew members. You and Flo were moved to stand behind the curtain, waiting for your cues to walk onto the stage.

While the two of you were getting mic’d up, Florence leaned closer to you.

“Can I be completely honest with you?” She mumbled, her stare remaining on the curtain before her. Your brow raises in curiosity as your head slightly turns to look at her.

“Of course, hun. What’s up?” You ask, your attention on her. She sighs and leans even closer so only you can hear her.

“I feel like I’m about to shit my pants.” She admits, swallowing nervously. Your mouth gapes, “Did you have iced coffee too?”

Flo’s face scrunches up in confusion, “N-no! That was me telling you I was nervous! Did you have iced coffee?” She fully turns to look at you and judging by the look of guilt plastered across your face, you did in fact have iced coffee.

“Maybe?” You answer, though it came out more like a question. Florence rolls her eyes at you.

“(Y/n), how many times do you have to be reminded that you’re lactose intolerant?” She scolded you.

You scoff, holding a hand up at her, “Trust me, I’m reminded every time I sit on a toilet.” You shake your head, trying to refocus the conversation.

“This isn’t about my poor digestive system—why are you nervous?”

She sighs, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I’m used to doing interviews and stuff. But I haven’t been on Jimmy Fallon, and there’s an audience out there and I don’t want to mess up or accidentally spoil the movie.”

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You may be British, but you’re not Tom Holland. You won’t spoil anything.” You start. She quickly shoots you a look that screams, “you’re not helping”. You make a gesture physically telling her that you’re getting to the point.

“You’re going to be fine! I mean you did Jimmy Kimmel right? This shouldn’t be that different, it’s the same thing—just different studios, in different states, and different Jimmy’s.” You point out. She nods along as you continue, “Plus, I’m gonna be up there with you. You won’t be alone.”

With the help of your reassurance and witty little comments, Florence felt her anxiousness simmer down. They weren’t completely gone but the fact that you were gonna be up there together made her relax more. Being part of Marvel had its pros and cons. Sure, the movies are spectacular and the actors are outstanding. Though when it comes to doing promo for said movies, it can be quite stressful. It’s a known fact that Marvel and it’s executives can be quite strict when it comes to interviews with anyone involved in the making of their films—their strictness made sense, although for first time MCU members, it took some getting used to.

Florence smiles at you, “Thank you.”

You playfully nudge her shoulder with yours, “Don’t worry about it.” You say with a kind smile.

The wholesome moment was interrupted by one of the stagehands telling you and Florence that the two of you were on in 15 seconds.

“Our guests tonight are making their big MCU debut in the new Black Widow film, please welcome (Y/n) (L/n) and Florence Pugh!”

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“So in the movie, there’s three of you guys—where’s the other one?” Jimmy asked, motioning his hand to the small space between you and Flo.

“She’s at home I believe.” Florence answered, glancing at you. “She’s busy doing stuff, you know—adult things.” She added.

You took the opportunity to make a joke and said, “Yet here we are promoting her movie.” You roll your eyes playfully. The crowd bursts out laughing, along with Jimmy, who smacked his desk.

“You know, we deserve a raise for this.” Flo considers, going along with your joke. She slightly snorts and nudges your arm with her elbow. “We could take Scarlett’s check and just split it in half for ourselves.”

“Problem solved.” You shrugged, high fiving her.

Another round of laughs fill the room as Jimmy says, “So you’re both taking Scarlett’s money?”

Jokingly, you nod in approval, “By the end of this interview? Definitely.”

Dropping the bit, you shake your head with a grin on your face. “I’m kidding! I’m only joking, I wouldn’t do that to her, even if I were forced to.”

Jimmy moves on as a picture of you, Florence, and Scarlett pops up on the screen. The picture had been posted on your Instagram and was taken while the three of you were filming in between takes. You were taking the selfie while Scarlett and Florence were poking their heads out from behind you making funny faces.

“I can’t imagine how exciting it is to be on a Marvel set, and to even work with one of the first ever heroes in the MCU—that must be insane!” Jimmy exclaims, motioning to another picture of the three of you.

“It’s unbelievable. To work alongside Scarlett and to follow this kind of path that she’s paved in the MCU is an honor. She really was like our older sister behind the scenes, because she was always guiding us and taking care of everyone. She’s the best.” Florence responded while you nodded in agreement.

“I watched the movie last night and one of the things I enjoyed the most was the dynamic the three of you had. You guys were like actual siblings.” Jimmy mentioned, motioning between you and Flo.

Florence giggled before squeezing you into a tight hug, “Yeah, she’s my big sister.” You smiled beamingly, patting her cheek before she let go.

“No, really! She’s like my actual younger sister.” You tell the audience, who “awed” at the hug you both shared. “We spent months on this movie and we spent every single day with each other. By the middle of production, we were basically roommates.”

“Roommates?” Jimmy questioned, leaning his elbows on his desk.

“Because I was always at her house.” Florence answered in a ‘duh’ tone. “I’ve actually grown an attachment to (Y/n), she’s like my comfort blanket. So I need to have her with me at all times. If she’s not with me, I just won’t leave the house.”

“Speaking of your attachment to (Y/n), there’s this video of you that you apparently sent her?” Jimmy gestured at you, “And you posted it on your Instagram and now the whole internet is obsessed with it.”

“Yup, that’s the one.” You confirmed.

“I know there’s probably some people who haven’t seen it, so here’s the video.” The video of Florence popped up on the screen and began to play.

(This fic was based on this TikTok😭)

Jimmy looked at you and Florence in amusement, “Can we get some context?”

Florence waved her hand at the screen and said, “As you can all see, I’m very persistent.”

“This wasn’t your first time sending her these kinds of videos?” Jimmy asked. You shook your head, a feign look of annoyance on your face.

“No, she does this all the time.”

“In my defense, I was unexpectedly flying out to New York for a project. I knew I was gonna be in the city for a few days, so I decided to call (Y/n) and make the most of my trip.” Flo defended herself, slightly pouting.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, “To be fair, it was also our first time seeing each other since we wrapped Black Widow, and we really missed each other.”

“(Y/n), did you have to move any plans?” Jimmy turns to you. Florence does the same.

“You know what, you never told me if you had plans or not.” She squints her eyes at you. Your arms crossed while your body slowly sunk into the couch.

You pretend to fix your lipstick, quickly muttering, “I might’ve moved some plans around.”

Florence’s mouth gapes in shock, her entire body freezing. She grips onto your shoulder, “Wait, you actually moved plans for me?”

“I might’ve rescheduled a lunch with someone, but that doesn’t really matter.” You replied, trying to move on from the topic. Jimmy pointed at you, a giant grin on his face, “You actually moved plans for Florence!”

Florence’s mouth was still wide in shock, “I can’t believe you actually moved plans for me—(Y/n)!” She whined.

“I missed seeing you, so of course I had to move them.” You bashfully explained, the corners of your lips turning upwards. Florence pulled you into a hug.

“Gosh, you really do love me!” She exclaimed.

“I really do!” You said, your arms wrapping around her as well.

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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WHEN YOU SMILE

For the 'Even When The Night Changes' series

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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@cryinginacool-way sent through an ASK: "You should do a one shot for ewtnc based on sparks fly by Taylor Swift. I just feel like it totally matches the vibe lol"

This takes place on the set of the 'Steal My Girl' music video that takes place in Chapter 6- where Y/N comes back to work after her concussion.

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for sending in this ask! It was so fun to write and I really hope you like how it turned out!

>> Warnings: Some explicit language, some cutesy flirting and sexual tension, and a chimp named Eli

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You let out a deep breath as Harry turns around, meeting his beautiful green eyes, and a smile.

[That annoyingly pretty smile…]

"So? Think it'll be good?" He asks.

"Like you said, it's warm and you'll be wearing a coat, but you look like a rockstar! I'm loving it!"

"Then I'm loving it too!" He replies, giving you a wink, and sending a blush straight to your cheeks.

You instantly clear your throat. "Okay, well, I think you're ready to get out there then."

He steps towards you, close enough to touch, and you close your eyes for just a second as you feel the warmth of his breath on your nose.

"Thanks Sunshine." He utters, then slowly slides past you to exit the trailer.

"Anytime, Rockstar."

[Shit. You're in trouble]

You exit behind him and stand off to the side as the guys start to film a few scenes with the one and only Danny DeVito.

You watch Zayn interact with sumo wrestlers, acrobats twirling ribbons, and Louis bond with a chimp named Eli.

You find yourself smiling through the entire first round of filming.

It's announced that there will be a break, and Harry comes bounding up to you immediately.

"Is this crazy or what?" He asks, displaying a wide and dimpled grin.

[That fucking smile…]

"Yeah." You chuckle. "I can't even believe I'm here!"

"M'glad you are." He replies, placing one hand on your arm with a gentle squeeze. "Glad you're all better and are back."

[This is not good… so not good… right?…]

You clear the lump forming in your throat, before you let the butterflies take over, and your eye catches Niall fiddling with his outfit.

"I should go help him." You point in his direction.

"Okay, yeah. I'll, umm, grab you if mine needs fixing too." He smirks.

You chuckle and shake your head as you make your way over to your friend.

"Please let me help you fix this." You plead with Niall.

"What's got you so flustered?" He laughs.

"I just… umm…" you unintentionally shoot a quick gaze over to where you and Harry were just standing.

"Oh! Got it." He nudges your side with his elbow, as you tinker with some of the accessories on his garments.

"It's nothing, Niall." You slightly scold.

"Uh huh."

"You know, I could accidentally mess something up, and you'd end up butt naked out there." You exclaim, jokingly grabbing his outfit with your fists.

"No, Superstar, you've got it wrong. You want to do that to Harry. His name is Harry."

Your mouth drops open dramatically as you playfully push him backwards.

"I hate you." You smile and turn back to the setup by the trailers.

"You love me!" Niall shouts after you, causing your middle finger to flip up behind your back.

You make your way to the food table and grab a few small bags of snacks.

All of a sudden, you feel a tall presence beside you, and you quickly turn your head.

"Y/N, I have a big problem…" Harry states, with a frown on his face.

"Oh god, what?" You ask, looking all over the outfit to see what could be wrong. "Wait… you look fine…"

You look up to see him smirk. "Yeah, I just needed to hear someone say it."

"You guys are outrageous today!" You state, smacking his arm and causing the snack bags to fall to the ground. "Damn it."

Harry grabs them for you, then uses his other hand to hold yours open. Your breath hitches for a moment at the touch.

[Get it together, it is just his hand touching yours for fucks sake]

He places the snacks in your hands and he pulls his lips inward when you gaze up at him.

The directors call everyone back to set, but Harry still stands closely in front of you for what feels like another minute or two.

Your heart starts to beat faster, but you pull yourself out of the daze and drop your hands from his. "Go get 'em, Rockstar."

He licks his lips and nods as he turns away, heading up to the top of a hill where a group of ballerinas are waiting.

As Harry's scene starts, he walks through a 'green screen' door then down in between the dancers. The wind picks up and two of the ballerinas lose their parasols, so the cameras stop rolling.

Harry's eyes immediately catch yours and he shrugs his shoulders with a smile, causing you to giggle.

[That adorable smile…]

Niall appears next to you and leans in.

"Shouldn't he be naked?" He whispers.

Your head snaps over to him. "You shut it right now."

He shrugs and walks away, leaving you to stand there with a full body blush washing over you.

Once the scene is reset, they call for action, but once again the wind picks up. Only this time, something gets snagged on Harry's coat and he immediately whips his head up to find you.

Without hesitation, you make your way up to where he is, carefully removing some0 twig that got caught in the fur.

"I knew I'd need your help again at some point." He chuckles.

You shake your head as you look up at him, meeting his deep green eyes and that bright smile yet again.

[That fucking smile…]

Your attention is quickly grabbed by something in his hair, and you immediately reach up to catch the twig that is caught in it. As you untangle it all, you run your hand through his hair to fix it, letting out a sigh as you feel his soft curls glide between your fingers.

[For fucks sake, what are you doing?]

Your eyes widen as you realize what just happened, and when you bring your arm down, you are inches away from his face, unable to avoid the sight of him biting his lower lip.

"Thank you, Sunshine." He whispers softly, and you let out a deep exhale.

"Just here to help."

[That was wrong. That was so wrong. Right?]

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and turn away, making your way back down the hill, and the filming picks up again.

As the sun just starts to make its way down, the guys all run through the song a few times while standing on top of another rocky hill. Balloons are released, there's an entire circus of people in front, and it's just spectacular to watch.

The last scene to be filmed is one that includes rain. As everyone gets ready, you walk directly over to the guys and point at Harry.

"Take that off!" You demand, and instantly Niall bursts out laughing, which receives a stern glare from you.

"What?" Harry chuckles.

"I'm not about to let that gorgeous coat get wet, please, take it off."

He nods and motions for you to lead the way off the actual set. You get out of the way and turn around to see Harry smiling as he shrugs off the article of clothing. He holds it out in front of him, and as you take it, you unintentionally fix his black, barely-buttoned shirt. Your hand accidently grazes right over his butterfly tattoo and your knees go weak.

"Oh my god." You whisper under your breath.

You stare up at him, suddenly unable to keep your eyes from his, and your breath quickens. He looks just as intensely into yours, and for a moment you forget where you are.

As he keeps his eyes on you, the fake rain starts to fall.

[Aren't you supposed to be working? You have got to stay professional]

You snap out of the moment as you feel a tug on your wrist, and realize he is trying to drag you into the water.

"Harry, no!" You plead.

He, once again, bites his lower lip and you, once again, feel weak.

"I have the coat!" You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Your body, still in motion from his pull, bumps into his. You start to slip on the wet ground, but he grabs your shoulders as he catches you.

You steady and straighten yourself up.

Harry looks at you, then at the coat, then backwards to the scene of rain that is only about three feet away from you.

You can see the smirk forming as he turns back your way, but you furrow your brows instantly.

"Don't you dare." You scold.

He licks his lips then pouts, drawing your attention directly to those motions as it turns into another smile.

[That smile... you could just... kiss it. Wait, no, what?]

You're pulled from your thoughts when the directors call for them to get ready to shoot, and you sigh as you pull away.

"You got lucky, Sunshine." He laughs.

You drop your gaze and can only manage a nod as you turn and walk away. You let out a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding in, and go place the coat in Harry's trailer, before finding an empty chair and melting into it as you sit down.

Filming finally finishes, and everyone mingles for a few moments afterward. Your eyes catch Harry's and he gives you another smile.

[That amazing smile…]

You feel a blush threaten to appear, so you quickly smile back and turn away. Thankfully, the day is over and you can avoid any more flustered interactions with him.

Amelia walks up next to you and places a hand on your shoulder.

"Can you go get that coat from Harry? I think he just went back to his trailer."

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garc-i-a · 3 years

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Why JATP Is Taking a While to Get Officially Renewed

Thought I would put my thoughts into words on the renewal situation. We know that the show was released on Netflix on September 10, 2020. As of today, it has been 242 days (10 May 2021). Julie and the Phantoms was released under Netflix Family, marking it as a children’s show on the streaming service. It was released in the middle of the second wave of the coronavirus (in the US) that has swept the world over. The show was created by Kenny Ortega, legendary choreographer and director.

To start off, we have to acknowledge that we ARE in a pandemic. Due to that, things have been touch and go in so many industries. That includes the TV/Film industry as well. The US and Canada, the two countries involved in making the show, have to follow the rules and laws related to COVID regardless of what people in the industry want. With that, we have to pay attention to what is going on with the pandemic to know how to go about filming.

As of right now, Canada still has closed borders from the US to nonessential travel. To get into Canada as a foreigner you have to be going for a specific reason and follow all the Covid related travel rules. To read more about this, you can go to canada.ca and type in for traveling during the pandemic. Not to mention that for a lot of areas in Canada, they are still essentially in lockdown because of the now rising numbers in the country. Charlie’s home province of New Brunswick is still pretty restricted.

Regarding vaccinations, although the United States has been slowly getting people vaccinated, Canada has had issues with getting vaccinations and don’t nearly have as many vaccinated. It is only just a few days ago that New Brunswick started administering vaccinations in the last few days. The vaccinations are only for people who are 50+ who fall into specific medical condition guidelines. For British Columbia, where the show is filmed, vaccines started getting administered the third week of April. It is believed there is a chance of getting all* adults vaccinated by mid June. My source for this information is from a native New Brunswicker and a CTV News article.

For the cast, getting vaccinated is paramount. Owen is already vaccinated. Madison’s dad is also vaccinated so it is likely she is as well or part way there. Now for people who are NOT vaccinated yet, most vaccines are administered in two doses. The doses are done about three weeks apart (I am partially vaccinated and my first dose was already done and second is next week). This knowledge is important as people need to be aware of the timing of these things. The amount of time between vaccines and for everyone in the cast and crew is essential for everything to go smoothly with filming.

One of the big things that I have seen a lot is the outrage at other shows on Netflix being renewed before Julie and the Phantoms. There is a two fold answer to this. To start off, we have to remember that because of this pandemic, things take longer to process to be extra diligent and that more money is be used to cover for reconstructions and accommodations due to Covid. Knowing these two things, let’s delve into the renewals of other shows.

Some of the other shows that have been renewed are Fate: The Winx Saga, Bridgerton, Ginny and Georgia, and Emily in Paris. The big difference between these shows and Julie and the Phantoms is the fact they are not in the Netflix Family category. They are considered content for adults or young adults. Netflix has different rules on their shows that are put out on the regular platform versus the family section. Netflix Family rarely posts when a show is renewed so far from its premiere date for the next season. So in that respect, Julie and the Phantoms wouldn’t be given a huge announcement for the next season’s renewal if it follows the pattern of Netflix Family’s marketing.

Tying into this the matter of where the rest of the shows are filmed and the backing behind them in regards to production. The Winx show and Bridgerton are filmed in the UK, Ginny and Georgia is filmed in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and Emily in Paris is filmed on location in France. The reason that this matters is because these places have different rules for working during this pandemic, the vaccinations levels, and the threat of getting sick from Covid. These shows are also connected to larger properties or influential individuals*. Vancouver is a popular city to film in, of course, but it has been dealing with an uptick in cases as well as in a different province than Ginny and Georgia, and as such has their own rules. We cannot take into the likes of Riverdale or other shows that are filming right now in Vancouver. Lots of these shows were renewed and set to film already when the pandemic hit. They do not factor into things.

The last part of this is the production costs for making the show. As mentioned before, Vancouver is a popular city to film in. Due to the pandemic, it costs more to film because the need to have extra precautions, regular Covid testing, and etc. We know that there were shows that were initially renewed by Netflix but then canceled after the fact. The reason for this is that Netflix likely realized the cost to produce the shows would be too much and not in the best interest of the cast, crew, and any companies involved in the middle of such a huge reaching pandemic.

Compared to other shows in the Netflix Family section, Julie and the Phantoms has a high production level. I did some research on the Netflix originals in the section and the shows on there are either very low budget or have a backing from a franchise/company (ex. Baby Boss, Fast and Furious, Jurassic Park). Julie and the Phantoms does not have that. It is not connected to an established franchise or a large company. It is simply made by the likes of Kenny Ortega who does not skimp on anything in his productions. Kenny has stated that he is not willing to let the grandness of the show suffer because of the pandemic. The show has many crowd scenes and dancing sequences that require a lot of people. The show won’t be what it is without this. Based on this, we know that Netflix wants to be absolutely sure they can go forth with filming before announcing a renewal.

And there you guys go. All the information that I looked into and checked for this piece. I hope this helps many people understand what is going on why it is taking longer for the show to get renewed. It is not that Netflix doesn’t want to renew it. It is a matter of HOW and WHEN. If that makes sense. If you have any questions about what I wrote, you can leave a comment or DM me.

all*- Some individuals may not wish to be vaccinated

influential individuals*- There are people connected to some of the shows that have a standing within the media and the finances or awards to warrant being a part of the show or it being made at all.

Amendment

I was informed by my source in New Brunswick that vaccines have been administered since January but the qualification for who is eligible for the vaccines can change from week to week.

Amendment 2

Reuters has reported that children aged 12-15 are able to start getting the vaccine today (13 May 2021). So that means that Jadah and Sonny (15 and 13, respectively) will be fully vaccinated by the middle of June.

Amendment 3

A few days ago a local upstate New York newspaper wrote about Canada starting the process of opening up borders again. The process is in the beginning stages so there is no announced date(s) on the border reopening but it is in the works.

Amendment 4

A show called Firefly Lane has been renewed for a season 2. This is important because Firefly Lane is filmed in the same area of British Columbia as Julie and the Phantoms. British Columbia is getting better in regards to vaccinations and so this proves good news of a season 2 announcement for Julie and the Phantoms.

Amendment 5

It was reported on 21 or 22 June 2021 that Canada will relax quarantine rules for vaccinated Canadian citizens, permanent residents, and foreign nationals for essential work. This new system will go into effect 5 June 2021. If you are fully vaccinated and pass rules set by the government, you will NOT have to abide by the hotel quarantine steps when entering the country. That means that the JATP cast and crew can get to filming right away instead of quarantining beforehand. To read more about this: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.lonelyplanet.com/amp/articles/canada-border-reopening

Amendment 6

On Charlie’s live yesterday (28 June 2021), Madison said that she got the second dose of the vaccine earlier in the day. In 14 days, she will be good to go on going out and such. Hopefully Jadah and Sonny have gotten at least their first dose. Gets us closer to being able to have the cast and crew together for the show.

Amendment 7

The National Law Review published an article on 2 July 2021 saying that fully vaccinated individuals will be able to travel between Canada and the US on 21 July or possibly sooner. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau says he wants 75% of Canadians to be fully vaccinated before allowing the border to be opened. With current numbers, it is believed this will be achieved in a few weeks time.

Amendment 8

The New York Times just reported that fully vaccinated Americans could be allowed into Canada by mid August and that people from other countries could be allowed to enter by September.

Amendment 9

It was just reported about two hours ago that Canada will allow vaccinated Americans in on 9 August. That is exactly 3 weeks from now on a Monday. Now all we have to focus on is protocols for safety while in Vancouver while filming.

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nellygwyn · 4 years

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I thought I would share some portraits/info about notable black men and women who worked and lived in Georgian Britain. This is not an extensive list by any means, and for some figures, portraits are unavailable:

1. Olaudah Equiano (1745-1797) was a writer, abolitionist and former slave. Born into what would become southern Nigeria, he was initially sold into slavery and taken to the Caribbean as a child, but would be sold at least twice more before he bought his freedom in 1766. He decided to settle in London and became involved in the British abolitionist movement in the 1780s. His first-hand account of the horrors of slavery 'The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano' was published in 1789 and it really drove home the horrors of slavery to the general British public. He also worked tirelessly to support freed slaves like himself who experienced racism and inequality living in Britain's cities. He was a leading member of the Sons of Africa, an abolitionist group, whose members were primarily freed black men (the Sons of Africa has been called the first black political organisation in British history). He married an English woman, Susannah, and when he died in 1797, he left his fortune of roughly £73,000 to his daughter, Joanna. Equiano's World is a great online resource for those interested in his life, his work, and his writings.

2. Ignatius Sancho (1729-1780) was a bit of a jack-of-all-trades (he's described as an actor, composer, writer, abolitionist, man-of-letters, and socialite - truly the perfect 18th century gentleman). He was born in the Middle Passage on a slave ship. His mother died not long after they arrived in Venezuela and his father apparently took his own life rather than become a slave. Sancho's owner gave the boy to three sisters living in London c. 1730s (presumably as a sort of pet/servant) but whilst living with them, his wit and intellect impressed the 2nd Duke of Montagu who decided to finance his education. This was the start of Sancho's literary and intellectual career and his association with the elite of London society saw him ascend. He struck up a correspondence with the writer, Laurence Sterne, in the 1760s: Sancho wrote to press Sterne to throw his intellecrual weight behind the cause of abolition. He became active in the early British abolitionist movement and be counted many well-known Georgians amongst his acquaintance. He was also the first black man known to have voted in a British election. He married a West Indian woman and in 1774, opened a grocer's shop in London, that attempted to sell goods that were not produced by slave labour. Despite his popularity in Georgian society, he still recounts many instances of racist abuse he faced on the streets of London in his diaries. He reflected that, although Britain was undoubtedly his home and he had done a lot for the country, he was 'only a lodger and hardly that' in London. His letters, which include discussions of domestic subjects as well as political issues, can be read here.

3. Francis 'Frank' Barber (1742-1801) was born a slave on a sugar plantation in Jamaica. His owner, Richard Bathurst, brought Frank to England when Frank turned 15 and decided to send him to school. The Bathursts knew the writer, Samuel Johnson, and this is how Barber and the famous writer first met (Barber briefly worked as Johnson's valet and found him an outspoken opponent of the slave trade). Richard Bathurst gave Frank his freedom when he died and Frank immediately signed up for the navy (where he apparently developed a taste for smoking pipes). In 1760, he returned permanently to England and decided to work as Samuel Johnson's servant. Johnson paid for Frank to have an expensive education and this meant Frank was able to help Johnson revise his most famous work, 'Dictionary of the English Language.' When Johnson died in 1784, he made Frank his residual heir, bequeathing him around £9000 a year (for which Johnson was criticised in the press - it was thought to be far too much), an expensive gold watch, and most of Johnson's books and papers. Johnson also encouraged Frank to move to Lichfield (where Johnson had been born) after he died: Frank duly did this and opened a draper's shop and a school with his new wife. There, he spent his time 'in fishing, cultivating a few potatoes, and a little reading' until his death in 1801. His descendants still live at a farm in Litchfield today. A biography of Frank can be purchased here. Moreover, here is a plaque erected on the railings outside of Samuel Johnson's house in Gough Square, London, to commemorate Johnson and Barber's friendship.

4. Dido Elizabeth Belle (1764-1801) was born to Maria Belle, a slave living in the West Indies. Her father was Sir John Lindsay, a British naval officer. After Dido's mother's death, Sir John took Dido to England and left her in the care of his uncle, Lord Mansfield. Dido was raised by Lord Mansfield and his wife alongside her cousin, Elizabeth Murray (the two became as close as sisters) and was, more or less, a member of the family. Mansfield was unfortunately criticised for the care and love he evidently felt for his niece - she was educated in most of the accomplishments expected of a young lady at the time, and in later life, she would use this education to act as Lord Mansfield's literary assistant. Mansfield was Lord Chief Justice of England during this period and, in 1772, it was he who ruled that slavery had no precedent in common law in England and had never been authorised. This was a significant win for the abolitionists, and was brought about no doubt in part because of Mansfield's closeness with his great-niece. Before Mansfield died in 1793, he reiterated Dido's freedom (and her right to be free) in his will and made her an heiress by leaving her an annuity. Here is a link to purchase Paula Byrne's biography of Dido, as well as a link to the film about her life (starring Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Dido).

5. Ottobah Cugoano (1757-sometime after 1791) was born in present-day Ghana and sold into slavery at the age of thirteen. He worked on a plantation in Grenada until 1772, when he was purchased by a British merchant who took him to England, freed him, and paid for his education. Ottobah was employed as a servant by the artists Maria and Richard Cosway in 1784, and his intellect and charisma appealed to their high-society friends. Along with Olaudah Equiano, Ottobah was one of the leading members of the Sons of Africa and a staunch abolitionist. In 1786, he was able to rescue Henry Devane, a free black man living in London who had been kidnapped with the intention of being returned to slavery in the West Indies. In 1787, Ottobah wrote 'Thoughts And Sentiments On The Evil & Wicked Traffic Of The Slavery & Commerce Of The Human Species,' attacking slavery from a moral and Christian stand-point. It became a key text in the British abolition movement, and Ottobah sent a copy to many of England's most influential people. You can read the text here.

6. Ann Duck (1717-1744) was a sex worker, thief and highwaywoman. Her father, John Duck, was black and a teacher of swordmanship in Cheam, Surrey. He married a white woman, Ann Brough, in London c. 1717. One of Ann's brothers, John, was a crew-member of the ill-fated HMS Wager and was apparently sold into slavery after the ship wrecked off the coast of Chile on account of his race. Ann, meanwhile, would be arrested and brought to trial at least nineteen times over the course of her lifetime for various crimes, including petty theft and highway robbery. She was an established member of the Black Boy Alley Gang in Clerkenwell by 1742, and also quite frequently engaged in sex work. In 1744, she was given a guilty verdict at the Old Bailey after being arrested for a robbery: her trial probably wasn't fair as a man named John Forfar was paid off for assisting in her arrest and punishment. She was hanged at Tyburn in 1744. Some have argued that her race appears to have been irrelevant and she experienced no prejudice, but I am inclined to disagree. You can read the transcript of one of Ann Duck's trials (one that resulted in a Not Guilty verdict) here. Also worth noting that Ann Duck is the inspiration behind the character Violet Cross in the TV show 'Harlots.'

7. Bill Richmond (1763-1829) was a prize winning bare-knuckle boxer of the late 18th and early 19th century. He was born a slave in New York (then part of British America) but moved permanently to England in 1777 where he was most likely freed and received an education. His career as a boxer really took of in the early 19th century, and he took on all the prize fighters of the time, including Tom Cribb and the African American fighter, Tom Molineaux. Richmond was a sporting hero, as well as fashionable in his style and incredibly intelligent, making him something of a celebrity and a pseudo-gentleman in his time. He also opened a boxing academy and gave boxing lessons to gentlemen and aristocrats. He would ultimately settle in York to apprentice as a cabinet-maker. Unfortunately, in Yorkshire, he was subject to a lot of racism and insults based on the fact he had married a white woman. You can watch a Channel 4 documentary on Richmond here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

8. William Davidson (1781-1820) was the illegitimate son of the Attorney General of Jamaica and a slave woman. He was sent to Glasgow in Scotland to study law at the age of 14 and from this period until 1819, he moved around Britain and had a number of careers. Following the Peterloo Massacre in 1819, Davidson began to take a serious interest in radical politics, joining several societies in order to read radical and republican texts. He also became a Spencean (radical political group) through his friendship with Arthur Thistlewood and would quickly rise to become a leading member of the group. In 1820, a government provocateur tricked Davidson and other Spenceans, into being drawn into a plot to kill the Earl of Harrowby and other government cabinet officers as they dined at Harrowby's house on the 23rd February. This plot would become known as the Cato Street Conspiracy (named thus because Davidson and the other Spenceans hid in a hayloft in Cato Street whilst they waited to launch their plan). Unfortunately, this was a government set up and eleven men, including Davidson, were arrested and charged with treason. Davidson was one of five of the conspirators to not have his sentence commuted to transportation and was instead sentenced to death. He was hanged and beheaded outside of Newgate Prison in 1820. There is a book about the Cato Street Conspiracy here.

9. Ukawsaw Gronniosaw (1705-1775) was born in the Kingdom of Bornu, now in modern day Nigeria. As the favourite grandson of the king of Zaara, he was a prince. Unfortunately, at the age of 15, he was sold into slavery, passing first to a Dutch captain, then to an American, and then finally to a Calvinist minister named Theodorus Frelinghuysen living in New Jersey. Frelinghuysen educated Gronniosaw and would eventually free him on his deathbed but Gronniosaw later recounted that when he had pleaded with Frelinghuysen to let him return to his family in Bornu, Frelinghuysen refused. Gronniosaw also remembered that he had attempted suicide in his depression. After being freed, Gronniosaw set his sights on travelling to Britain, mainly to meet others who shared his new-found Christian faith. He enlisted in the British army in the West Indies to raise money for his trip, and once he had obtained his discharge, he travelled to England, specifically Portsmouth. For most of his time in England, his financial situation was up and down and he would move from city to city depending on circumstances. He married an English weaver named Betty, and the pair were often helped out financially by Quakers. He began to write his life-story in early 1772 and it would be published later that year (under his adopted anglicised name, James Albert), the first ever work written by an African man to be published in Britain. It was an instant bestseller, no doubt contributing to a rising anti-slavery mood. He is buried in St Oswald's Church, Chester: his grave can still be visited today. His autobiography, A Narrative of the Most Remarkable Particulars in the Life of James Albert Ukawsaw Gronniosaw, an African Prince, as Related by Himself, can be read here.

10. Mary Prince (1788-sometime after 1833) was born into slavery in Bermuda. She was passed between several owners, all of whom very severely mistreated her. Her final owner, John Adams Wood, took Mary to England in 1828, after she requested to be able to travel as the family's servant. Mary knew that it was illegal to transport slaves out of England and thus refused to accompany Adams Wood and his family back to the West Indies. Her main issue, however, was that her husband was still in Antigua: if she returned, she would be back in enslavement, but if she did not, she might never see her husband again. She contacted the Anti-Slavery Society who attempted to help her in any way they could. They found her work (so she could support herself), tried tirelessly to convince Adams Wood to free her, and petitioned parliament to bring her husband to England. Mary successfully remained in England but it is not known whether she was ever reunited with her husband. In 1831, Mary published The History of Mary Prince, an autobiographical account of her experiences as a slave and the first work written by a black woman to be published in England. Unlike other slave narratives, that had been popular and successful in stoking some anti-slavery sentiment, it is believed that Mary's narrative ultimately clinched the goal of convincing the general British population of the necessity of abolishing slavery. Liverpool's Museum of Slavery credits Mary as playing a crucial role in abolition. You can read her narrative here. It is an incredibly powerful read. Mary writes that hearing slavers talk about her and other men and women at a slave market in Bermuda 'felt like cayenne pepper into the fresh wounds of our hearts.'

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