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Notting Hill (1999)

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Idk who fucking did this but I’m ugly laughing so hard right now

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This.

Anonymous said: hi can you pls do 11 & 12 from your recent list?

Prompt #11: “How could you ask me that?” Prompt #12: “Don’t you trust me?”

First we’re going to set the mood. Song: Make It Rain by Ed Sheeran  And how I envision Mr. Egerton (*only in an armchair and a drink in hand):

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Sitting at the dining table, you alternated between eating and answering messages on your phone. You’d respond to your husband, though your words came out delayed due to the texts and emails you were replying to.

You glanced up from your plate to see Taron. He was pushing food across the plate and hardly eating. Finally he put the fork down and stood up from his seat, muttering an excuse and disappearing from the room.

You finished your dinner and started putting things away. You cleaned the dishes and tried to busy yourself but it kept nagging at you the way that Taron had acted.

Finally you left the kitchen and walked toward the bedroom, seeing that the door was shut. You raised your hand to knock but hesitated. 

“Taron?” You called through the shut door.

There was no answer. You sighed and knocked on the door before opening it. Your eyes scanned the room before landing on the armchair in the corner next to the bookshelf. The only light on in the room was the one on the small table beside the chair.

Taron sat there with one leg crossed over the other, his calf resting on top of his knee. His arms were out on the armrests, one hand holding a small glass of amber liquid. He was lost in thought, not bothering to look up at the door as you entered.

“Babe?” You tried again, shutting the door behind you. He stayed quiet again but lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. “Are you okay?”

Taron gave a small shrug as he lowered the glass and sat it on the table beside him.

“Talk to me, babe.” You approached the bed slowly, taking a seat at the foot of it and never taking your eyes off of him. 

It took a few minutes for Taron to speak up. He slowly turned his head toward you, catching your gaze. “We’re okay, aren’t we?”

“I- Yes,” you answered quickly, confused by his question. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“It’s just… You’ve been distracted the last week or so. Always on your phone, taking calls and answering messages. You’ve been working later than usual and I just-”

“What are you saying, Taron?” You asked though you weren’t sure you wanted to know what he was implying. 

Hesitation was heavy in his voice as he opened his mouth again. “Do you still love me?”

“How could you ask me that?” You scoffed and shook your head ever so slightly. “Of course I do, Taron.”

“Okay,” he said. He shrugged as he scooted up in the chair, now on the edge of it. His feet sat flat on the floor as he leaned forward and his forearms were on his knees as he looked at you. “Is there a reason you haven’t been home much other than work?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?”

“It’s one coming from your husband who’s concerned.” His tone was cool and smooth, piercing as it rang in your ears.

“Taron, you knew that we were understaffed and that I picked up hours. I’m always on my phone because work keeps blowing up my phone.” You stood up, now pacing. You stopped and rested your hands on your hips, looking at Taron again. “Where is this coming from? Don’t you trust me?”

Taron stayed quiet as he sat there, his gaze intense as it burned into you. He grabbed the glass and finished off his alcoholic drink of choice before standing past. He brushed past you, never breaking eye contact. It was hard to figure out all of the emotions written in his eyes but the heaviest were anger and hurt.

“Well?” You prodded.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

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Masterlist  / Moodboard

A/N: There are parts of this chapter that I really don’t like but I’m too much of a perfectionist and to go back through would take me hours so I’m posting before I can do that! I hope you like this chapter, it’s a lot longer than I’d originally planned but she’s here, an hour and a bit late but so so ready for you all to read! :) 

Warnings: Explicit language, consumption of animal products, alcohol consumption, smut 

Word count: 10.2k (she’s long so hopefully she’s worth the wait!) 

Come chat to me! 

The front door swung forward before you could stop it, slamming against the wall behind it before making its way back to you, But with the carrier bags in your hands from you quick shop, you couldn’t just reach forward to stop it from launching at you, so you had to let it hit against your arm. You hissed at the contact but pushed it open so that you were standing firmly in the hallway. 

To the right was the door to the living room and straight away was the kitchen. You knew that Taron was in there as there was the gentle sound of him singing coming from that direction. That and the kitchen door was open giving you a perfect view of him dancing around the room with a dish cloth in one hand and a bottle of antibacterial spray in the other. A black cap sat tight on his head and a light grey long-sleeved t-shirt was taught against his body as he danced, his feet bare and slapping against the linoleum in the room. 

“I got some money ‘cause I just got paid,” he sang along to Sam Cooke, shaking his hips with his knees bent as though he belonged to the 60s, shoulders shimmying at the same time as he used the kitchen floor as his dance floor. “Oh how I had some chick to talk to.” 

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Midnight Declaration

Pairing/Character: Taron Egerton x Reader Warnings: None Summary: As you lay in bed one night you ponder declaring your love for Taron. Word Count: 361

The sound of rain beating against the window lulls you into memories of the day. It had been a long one, but one of your best together and Taron had thrown you both into bed almost as soon as he shut the door. Rolling over you take in his muscular frame stretching down from the headboard. Strong arms resting underneath the pillow, his bare back fully exposed to you as he slept on his stomach.

Snuggling into him your fingers brush against the skin of his back. How someone so strong can be so soft you have yet to figure out. You gently run your hand up and down as not to wake him. He stirs and you rip your hand away, holding your breath as he rustles a bit before settling. When you are sure he is asleep you place the pads of your fingers slowly back down against him and begin tracing the letter “I”. Lowercase, with a tiny heart instead of a dot. You’ve thought about telling him, but what if he doesn’t feel the same? “L” is next, followed by an “O” and a “V”. But what if he does? Your heart begins to race at the thought as you ever so gently trace the “E”. A cool breeze rushes through the open window and over you. Goosebumps envelope your naked legs as you trace a “you” in cursive before starting again.

Three more times you write the words on him, pressing a bit harder with each pass as you become more confident. More sure of yourself. Of your love for him. You finish by sweetly kissing the back of his neck, the hair at his nape tickling your nose. Laying back, you rest your head on your pillow and let out a deep sigh. A tiny smile breaks across your lips as you close your eyes. You are content with your midnight declaration.

The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist stirs you from your almost slumber and he wriggles himself close, laying a single kiss on your collarbone before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you too” he whispers.

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I could watch this for years.

Look at that knife flip.

Look at it.

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Child of the North

Chapter One

“Leave me, please.” With a curt nod the woman disbursed from the room, pulling the heavy door shut behind them. As Aewen looked at herself her heart began pounding beneath her chest, nerves and fear hit her like a tonne of bricks. After years of waiting, her husband was returning from Kings Landing, from War. His departure had been sudden and in the middle of the night, he made love to his young bride, and kissed her goodbye not wanting to cause a scene. 

Excited knocking at the chamber door brought Aewen out of her thoughts, opening the door a small child stood there. Dressed in thick furs, her pale cheeks had a tint of pink to them as did the tip of her nose; despite being told to stay inside away from the cold she had been out wandering.

 “Mama, they’re here! Papa is here! Can we go great him?” As she jumped excitedly, her black hair bounced and blue eyes lit up. At three years of age, she had not met her Father before. War took the opportunity for Robb and Aewen to share the birth of their first child. She understood though, saving his sisters from the clutches of the Lannister’s, bringing his Brother’s home and restoring balance to Westeros was the goal and it was achieved with bloodshed but achieved nonetheless.

 Kneeling before her daughter Aewen smiled, “Of course, Love.” Taking her tiny hand the two walked the torch lit corridors to the courtyard where the people of Winterfell had gathered. Running Winterfell had been hard work, but everyone played their part to hep keep the city running as best as possible. “Look, there he is Ana.” Suddenly the little girl felt shy, she had heard stories her whole life about The King in the North; the King who could turn into his direwolf at night and conquered all his battles. But to suddenly be meeting her Papa was frightening.

 Robb’s eyes were fixated on his Wife and the small child holding her leg, word had made it to him long ago informing him of his wife’s pregnancy and subsequent birth. The Maesters wrote in detail of the health delivery of his daughter, Ana Stark. It drove him to fight harder, plan smarter and keep his eye on the goal. The black horse halted as Robb dismounted, his boots hitting the dirt ground.

 Aewen felt the warmth of Robb’s hand against her cheeks, leaning into his touch and running her hand through his shaggy hair. As their lips met the world stopped, neither of them cared about who was watching all that mattered was reconnecting after four years apart. Their marriage had not been arranged, it wasn’t originally approved of by those around them. But nothing could stop the lovers from marrying.

 “Mama, is this my Papa?” A small voice questioned, playing with the furs on the edge of her hood that had been pulled up to keep her head and tiny ears warm. Kneeling down to her level Robb smiled upon his daughter, she had his eyes and dark hair while also having her Mother’s beauty. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders with loose curls at the end.

 “I am your Papa, Ana.” His voice broke at the end, it all felt surreal. Being home, feeling his wife’s kiss and meeting the daughter he had dreamed of since the moment the ravens brought messages of her birth.

 “I thought you would look like a wolf, you haven’t even got a tail Papa.” The seriousness of her voice made those around her giggle under their breath. Her attitude was strong, the humor that flowed from her mouth often had those around her in stitches. “Don’t laugh at me, my Papa will bite you.” Glaring at the guards near her the small Stark scowled, arms folded across her little body.

 “You’re right Ana, I don’t have a tail - it’s daytime. But at night when you hear the wolves howling, I’ll be running with them” ‘

 Ana hardly left her Father’s side that evening, a great feast commenced to celebrate the return of the Stark’s to Winterfell. There was a noticeable absence without Ned sitting beside Catelyn, the mood somber as they paid their respects to the fallen Warden of the North. Aewen watched her husband exchange stories with Jon Snow, who had made a trip to Winterfell to great his family, he had his own tales to tell after defeating the Night King beyond the Wall with the help of Queen Denarys and her Dragons.

 “Excuse me, I must check on Ana.” Aewen said to no one, Catelyn was talking to her Son’s as they filled her in on their lives; they had spent their days at The Wall with Jon protecting them from would be attackers. Stepping outside Aewen felt the cold air hit her, the snow was falling faster and coated the ground. The small growl of Grey Wind let Aewen know he was going to follow her to Ana, one of the many things Aewen had missed about life before War was the direwolves patrolling the halls. The connection they had to their Masters was unique. Upon return Aewen was relieved to be reunited with Grey Wind, Summer, Shaggy Dog and Ghost who made the trip with Jon.

 Upon opening Ana’s chamber door Grey Wind entered, resting his head on the bed he watched Ana’s breaths before settling at the end of the bed. Aewen pulled the blankets up higher on her daughters tiny frame, ensuring she was warm enough against the cooling weather.

 “Are you going to stay here, Grey?” The dog whined, looking to his Little Master laying down to affirm his answer. “Come and get me when she wakes.” Turning to leave she was met with a tall frame leaning against the door way. His eyes filled with love and sadness, he had missed so much of his daughters life but to see her well made everything worth it. Had he failed, had the Lannister’s succeeded they would have taken great pleasure in hurting and killing Ana and Aewen.

 “I pictured she would be bigger, for some reason. I never thought she would be so small and fragile.” He mused, taking Aewen’s hand and pulling her into his chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here, my love. I thought about you both every single night.”

 “It’s okay, Robb. You’re here now.”

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 Candles lit the way along the cells, keeping them slightly lit. Guard dogs growled when any noise startled them. The guard’s wandered down with a plate in hand, bread and a small amount of pork from the nights feast - the gristly part no one wanted. Opening the cell slightly the plate was thrown on the ground, spilling its contents everywhere. Looking up from the corner of the room, the woman looked up with pure hatred on her face. Her long blonde hair matted and spilling across her face.

 “I’ll get out of here, you know I will.” She spat.

 “Sure you will,” The guard laughed. “Can’t guarantee your head will still be attached to your neck though.” The door slammed shut locking her in.

 “Sister, when will you learn to just keep your mouth shut?” The voice in the next cell echoed.

 “They murdered our children, Jamie. How can you just sit there and do nothing? As usual.”

 “I did everything I could Cersei, they won. They outsmarted us, them and their fucking dragons. How were you expecting your armies to defeat three grown dragons?”

 “I’ll get us out of here. I will get my revenge. An eye for an eye.”

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Lets be honest, most of us with Robb Stark didn’t die.

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The DJ

Chapter Five Previous Chapter

“You don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready, Love.” Richard reassured you, zipping your dress as you stood slipping earrings into your lobes. Drawing a deep breath you spin in his arms, his finger tips sliding down your shoulders and arms to rest in your hands. “You’re beautiful, Everly.” The rose gold dress was fitted, the v neck plunged low showing the curve of your breast, the fine straps going over your tanned shoulders where your hair flowed in perfect curls down your back.

 “I’m okay, just stay with me?” Despite eighteen months passing, despite Nate being locked up in jail, you still felt unsafe by default. Loud noises, things being too quiet, being touched by makeup artists or having someone do your hair send shivers down your spine. Getting ready for his event had become a carefully planned our procedure for you, complete with several small panic attacks scattered throughout the day. You wanted so badly to keep this day about Richard, about Taron, about Elton, about anyone other than yourself; but no one thought anything less of you, the opposite in fact. You were admired by those in your inner circle for learning to trust again.

 “Always. Sit down, I’ll get your shoes.” Placing yourself on the bed you waited for Richard to return, he came back with your nude heels; helping you put them on you made a pass about feeling like Cinderella with your very own Prince Charming. “Come my Princess, your chariot awaits.” The cheeky smile you loved made its way onto his face, as you walked together out of the hotel. This would be your first public appearance since before your hospitalization; you’d been spotted by papparazi out with Richard and being on set with him for visits. But officially this was it. You had watched Richard prepare for this role, you saw the energy he put into Rocketman and were determined to be there with him for it’s premier.

 The door opened, Richard stepped out to a flurry of his name being called and flashing lights. He turned and put his hand out for you to take, a reassuring smile bringing a confident one out in you. Taking his hand, his thumb brushed your finger where a diamond encrusted gold band sat with a single large round diamond stood. As you rose from the car, everyone began calling your name to look their way. This wasn’t your moment however, so instead you held your fiance’s hand and followed his lead. Taron stood ahead of you both, he shook Richard’s hand as they exchanged greetings then Taron stepped forward kissing your cheek; a compliment and congratulations quietly whispered in your ear.

 Richard placed his hand softly on the small of your back as you both walked towards the first waiting camera, a woman you remembered from ET standing waiting.

 “Richard, Everly you both look stunning this evening. Richard, how nervous are you to see the reactions to Rocketman after all the time put into filming?”

 A breathy laugh escaped his lips, “I may look composed, but I’m shaking like a leaf on the inside.” As though he knew you were feeling increasingly anxious, reassuringly Richard ran his hand soothingly in a pattern over your lower back. “I’m excited though for everyone to see how special it is, it’s a once in a lifetime film.”

 “Everly, it’s wonderful to see you again. The question on everyones lips though, how are you? Are you okay?” While you knew they were firstly excited to get your first comments, you couldn’t help but notice the genuine sincerity in her voice.

 “Thank you. I’m doing better every day, I’ve got a great village behind me supporting me every step of the way. I’m fortunate, so fortunate compared to so many others who go through this alone.” You can’t help but fumble over some words, you spoke too fast and all in one breath. It wasn’t your finest interview moment by any means, but it was over. You both moved to step back for photos, but you softly told Richard as you posed you couldn’t do any more questions. Although it was only one, you were not yet ready to talk about your experience over and over.

 “That’s okay, you did well Ev.” His blue eyes were reassuring as his lips met yours softly. While Richard answered questions, you made a point to have taken a small step backwards as to not invite questions. You posed for photos in various arrangements, watched Richard pose for others by himself or with cast members. The past eighteen months between the two of you had consisted of nothing but love and strength, you were there for each other with out hesitation or resentment. There was trust, as hard as it had been for you initially, you knew Richard had nothing but the best intentions for you. Returning to your career in film felt off the table for now, you weren’t sure what was next for you; a large victims compensation payout would keep you comfortable for a while. You had spent a couple of months in Scotland with your Mother and Father, no matter how old you got the comfort of home was more healing than any other place. But after a period of time the sadness of missing Richard caught up to you, you flew out to be with him while he filmed Bodyguard. You hardly spent time apart since you landed.

 Richard looked past the photographer calling his and Taron’s name, seeing the woman he loved standing there made his heart skip a beat. Your smile, laugh, the way you searched for him in your sleep and the smile that followed when you found him, the way you made him feel confident and complete. The only thing Richard wished was that the two of you had never parted ways all those years ago. But above that he couldn’t wait to see what their future held.

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Thank you everyone for reading, reposting and leaving feedback on this short story. I’ll be writing more Richard-Everly fics as time goes on x

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I still don’t understand how 41 year old Milo can shave and look 20 again. He’s magic

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The DJ

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Chapter Four

A farmhouse cottage stood swallowed beneath a field of lush green grass, a wooden fence surrounded the boundaries with beautifully tended to flowers weaving their way through the timber. A cobblestone pathway led to the front porch where a middle aged couple were enjoying a quiet Scotch to wind down the end of the day, a pipe hung loosely from his mouth while she had her feet up on the his lap enjoying a soft massage. The farm was running smoothly, enough profits coming in to put on another farmhand allowing the older man to spend a little less time in the fields and more time enjoying the company of his now retired wife.

 “Have you heard from Everly this week?” James wandered out loud, knowing the answer would still be a ‘no’ but hoping that even an e-mail had been exchanged, a photo or anything. With a sigh Leticia shook her head. “Did we do something, do you think?” The silence between themselves and their daughter as painful, they didn’t know her address to visit, their e-mails and text messages went unanswered. Occasionally she would send a two or three word response, but never any detail. Their older son, Angus, worked on the farm with them; his house across the road where he, his wife and four children lived. It was a rare day that the grandchildren didn’t wander across to their Grandparents house to spend time together. To have the polar opposite from their daughter was eating away at them.

 “Oh, speak of the devil.” Leticia smiled widely, her mobile phone lit up with a photo of her beautiful daughter and her name. “Oh Everly, my love we were just talking about ye.”

 “Mrs McCarthy, it’s Richard Madden. Uh, I’m not sure if you remember me,”[/I

Sitting forward and pulling her feet down from her husbands lap, a frown crossed her face, “Richard, has something happened to Everly?” It wasn’t like Everly to call, let alone having someone call from her mobile. “Please, lad, tell me.”

 “I’m sorry, Mrs McCarthy. I was trying to help her leave him, she was coming back to life and, god, she was her again…” Though a broken voice and breaks to compose himself Richard told the McCarthy’s all he knew. The phone placed on loud speaker so both parents could hear of the journey their daughter had been on over the years without them knowing. Angus had wandered into the yard with a cheerful ‘Hello’ only to stop when he saw the look on his parents face. Running to them he heard the tail end of the explanation, the attack.

 “He broke a lot of bones, her wrist, two fingers, jaw, cheek bones, eye socket, ribs.. Her rib punctured her lungs, there’s a tube in there at the minute to fix that. Uh,” His voice broke looking at the sleeping figure before him, your jaw wired shut to help it heal while an oxygen mask covered you face gently. “They fixed her liver, it was lacerated as well as her right kidney. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him.”

 “It’s not ye fault, laddy. Thank you for finding her. We’ll get a flight-”

 “I’ll have my assistant organize it, one less thing to take care of. Angus, can I get you a flight too?”

 “If ye could, Rich. I’ll bring Ma and Pa over.” Jotting down their details on his own phone Richard sent everything to his own assistant to have organised, flights and hotels to be close to their daughter at hospital. Bidding them farewell he promised not to leave her side again, to stay with her and keep her safe until they arrived. You hadn’t woken up since you were found, the Doctors assured Richard this was common when suffering trauma and a severe concussion; rest was the bodies natural defence.

 Police had been by to take statements after scouring the trailer for evidence to link Nate to the attack, evidence was taken from beneath your fingernails; his skin and DNA was trapped there from you clawing at him. He had been found, drunk and covered in dried blood in his hotel room. He was sure he had killed you, hoped he had killed you. Disappointment was evident when he found out you were alive, fighting for your life despite his attempt to end it.

 The following morning Richard had not yet moved, occasionally he was brought a coffee or a sandwich by the kind nurses; otherwise he sat there watching your every breath. You’d had a small turn overnight, your heart rate dropping dangerously low but it was stabilised quickly by the Doctor’s on hand. The swelling was increasing, as expected. The broken bones were being inspected by a orthopaedic surgeon, plastic surgeon and ear-nose-throat specialist to ensure a healthy recovery with minimal facial scarring.

 Two days passed before your family arrived, they had quickly taken their belongings to the hotel before coming straight to the hospital to be with you. Leticia had crumbled upon seeing her only daughter so broken, bruised and damaged. James was quiet, trying to stay strong for his wife while feeling his own heart shatter upon seeing his baby. Angus turned to rage, having to immediately step back outside to regain his composure. Richard followed him outside, wanting to make sure he was alright.

 “Its one thing to hear it, ye ken. But to actually see it…” Angus ran his hand through his shaggy hair, pushing it off his face. “I’ve never wanted to kill someone before, but now. Thank you for finding her.”

 “I’m expected back on set this evening, re-shooting some scenes with a stand in for Ev, I’m sorry I’ll have to leave soon. Are you going to be okay-”

 “She’s awake.” Richard and Angus both jumped hearing your Father speak, his voice shaking with both relief and sadness. Walking in they saw you laying very still, eyes open and breathing slowly with trepidation. The ache and pull in your side told you your lung was damaged, you were afraid to breathe too hard or deep.

 “Angus and Richard are here too, Evey.” Your mother quietly told you, running her hand over your hair gently. You flicked your eyes over to the figured standing near the doorway, hardly able to make much out with your limited vision. Any calm quickly faded when you attempted to move your mouth, the wires on your teeth bound together keeping your jaw closed and still, it caused an immediate panic inside you.

 “What’s going on?” Angus worried, looking a the heart rate machine escalate into fast rhythm as your body jolted. “Doctor!” He darted out the door searching for help. Richard recognised the look on your face, despite the swelling he could see your fear. Crouching beside you he softly placed his hand on your cheek and ran his thumb gently and slowly.

 “Shhhh… Ev, I know you’re scared.” You raised your hand to your jaw and mouth, he picked up your non verbal worry. “It’s wired, Love. It’s a little broken, it’s going to be a couple of weeks wired to heal. But I’m sure you’ll find a way to talk our ears off still.” He teased lovingly. “There’s a tube in your nose, I’m sure it’s uncomfortable. It’s your feeding tube, you can’t eat for a little while either. There’s another in your lung, just keeping it inflated for now…” James, Angus, Leticia and the Doctor’s watched as your heart rate lowered as Richard explained what was happening, neither of you breaking eye contact with each other.

 Three weeks passed, filming was rearranged so Richard could do his part quickly to be alongside you as you healed. Your jaw was released, you were unable to eat solid food still due to the pain but had enjoyed being able to slowly have spoonful’s of soup, and the occasional sneaky liquid treat brought into the hospital by your brother and Richard. The tube in your lung had long been removed, stitches still in place helping the skin recover from being open. The swelling around your face had gone down dramatically, your eyes were open fully but a dark shade of blue still. New’s had spread around the media, a news outlet had gotten photos of you being taken away from the trailer - you had unwillingly become the face of domestic violence, a pressure you were not ready for.

 You had been taken back to Scotland to finish healing at your parents farm, Richard had brought himself a little time before he had to go into intense filming of his upcoming program ‘Bodyguard’ to be with you. His role was going to leave him drained, he knew it. Between rest and physical therapy, you ran lines with him when and when he was doing his workouts you watched from the porch while admiring his physicality.

 “I forgot how fresh the air is here,” You breathe in deeply, leaning back as Richard ran a brush through your hair softly. Putting the brush down he ran his finger tips gently through the strands of your long hair, tying it into a loose bun at the nape of your neck for you. “You don’t have to do all this, you know?” Looking back behind you, Richard had his eyebrow raised at you.

 “Stop protesting, ye stubborn woman.”

 “I’ll miss you when you have to go.” Sadly the time was coming, you both knew it. “Although I won’t miss my Pa making me sleep with the door open.” James had allowed Richard to sleep in your bed with you under the condition the bedroom door remained open, a traditional man and not wanting anything to be happening under his roof. Although nothing had been said, the mutual feelings you had for one another had you spending your nights curled up safe by his side; nightmares and anxiety were common overnight, the security of having Richard there was soothing.

 “You know as soon as you’re ready, my house is ready for you.”

 “The movers are getting my things from my house this weekend, moving it to storage.”

 “Have them bring it to my apartment, no point moving it twice.” The warm sun shone down on you both, a picnic rug beneath you both as you sat in the front yard of the farm. Over the fence you could see your Pa, brother and farmhand moving the sheep into the next yard; the well trained dogs doing their part to herd the sheep over. It was peaceful hearing them call to the dog in Gaelic, you missed hearing the language you had grown being spoken to in.

 “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you again,” You told Richard, looking over at him

 A soft kiss was pressed against your lips, “You’ll never have to find out.”

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The DJ

Previous Chapter

Chapter Three

The white of the hotel room felt brighter as the rising sun hit the walls, drawing the grey curtains cross the sliding balcony door so he could open his eyes without glare blinding him Richard felt instant relief. The days had been long, the nights longer filming the same scene over and over for different angles and accuracy. Shedding his clothes Richard threw them into the bathroom hamper then stepped into the running warm shower. 6am, only just finished filming for the night shoot and sleep was calling, no screaming his name. The natural chemistry between you and Richard showed on the screen, the Director lapped it up. As the days passed he saw you coming back to life on set, but the caution was still evident. Even while you were filming scenes where Richard was not needed, he watched you film purely so he could catch glimpses of the carefree woman you once were reemerging.

 There was no after shooting drinks, no public meetings with anyone. But often Richard would hear a light knock at his door and you would come in. The conversation flowed, it didn’t stop, awkward silence never interrupted. The two of you discussed your mutual home country of Scotland, both of you missing the quiet of the country towns. A small trip was planned once filming was over between the two of you, a cabin in the Highlands where no one could find you two. You confided in him about what had happened while filming two years before; someone had told Nate about you having a drink with a co-star, two beating’s followed. One for him, at the hands of a masked assailant who was never caught and one for you at the hand of Nate. It explained why you never caught up with anyone in public.

 Stepping out of the shower Richard slid on a pair of boxer shorts and lay down on his bed, uncaring about getting under the soft covers sleep quickly took over. You ran down the hall, your heart racing and breath catching in your throat. Sliding on the carpet you nearly missed room 204 where Richard slept. Frantically you knocked on the door, muttering his name through choked sobs.

 The door opened to a sleepy face that woke suddenly as he saw your tear stained face, “He knows Richard, he knows. Please don’t let him find me.” You cry, holding your phone out to him with a shaking hand. Taking your phone Richard stood aside, ushering you in while gazing down the wall to see if anyone was watching your interaction. You too had changed into sleepwear, a pair of black cotton shorts covered the very top of your legs with a baggy white shirt and crew socks covered your small feet. Pacing around the room you couldn’t help but panic and fear everything coming your way, you could feel his anger, his burning hot rage sitting on a plane heading to Croatia where you were filming.

 Richard scrolled through the text message exchange, it was short on her end but vocal and colorful on his. Anger, threats and degrading messages were fired her way rapidly. The time stamps showing him they were send one after the other after the other, with no time for a response. “Ev…”

 “I don’t know how he knows, but he always finds out. He always does.”

 “Hey,” Putting the phone down he stopped your pacing, taking a cigarette out of your hand he cast it to the side. “Love, I’m not going to leave your side. Not for a second.” Gazing up at his eyes you took a brave step forward and pressed your lips against Richards, the kiss quickly became frantic and rushed; opening his eyes Richard realized this was wrong. Every bone in his body felt like he would be taking advantage of you in your state if it were to go any further. Pulling away he muttered, “Ev, I can’t I’m sorry…”

 “I’m sorry, I thought…” Spinning around you picked your phone up off the counter top, leaving the room quickly. Walking down the hallway, wiping the hot tears off your face you ignored the desperate Scottish voice calling your name. Finding your room you let yourself in, locking the door behind you and sliding down the door. You felt embarrassed, it felt like Richard had felt that spark you had; but you had misread it. You fool.

 Taking your clothes off, you threw them onto your bed then found a pair of blue denim jeans and a sweater to wear instead. Your body had healed over the previous three weeks, the bruises were gone, makeup took half the time as it had previously. You could move freely and, you thought, spend time with Richard safely. Your phone brought you out of your thoughts, sighing you were in half a mind to ignore it however upon seeing Indie’s name you answered.

 “Hi Ev, sorry to call you…” Indie’s flight was due to leave in a couple of hours, she was flying ahead of the rest of the cast to the next location. She had been packing up her makeup from the trailer, and had come across your purse at the makeup station. Cursing yourself you knew it meant instead of a quiet tea as planned it meant you had to catch a cab across town.

 That is how you found yourself walking up the pathway to the familiar trailer.

”Indie, you here?” Your voice echoed. “Indie, I-”

 “You’re really fucking thick you know that.” Your heart froze, his voice was spiteful and angry. Turning around slowly you saw Nate standing there, dark jeans and a long sleeve shirt folded at his elbows covered his lightly tattooed arms while you could see a combination of anger, amusement and fatigue cover his face. His black hair was messy, unkept and pushed back slightly and you could see a few beads of sweat were pooling at his hair line. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

 “Nate, please.” As he stepped forward you felt yourself instinctively step back.

 “Those non disclosure agreements, do you think they protect you? You fool. Do you know who tells met your every move? Them. The “artists”, as those bitches call themselves. So desperate to work with celebrities they’ll sign any fucking thing I tell them to.” He spits in your face with each word, a hand wraps around your throat menacingly pressing a small teasing amount of pressure against your windpipe before releasing. “They are the ones who tell me, Everly. Them. Every single time he brings you a coffee, every time he checks on you, every time you go to him after filming they tell me.” Stepping away Nate turned to close and lock the trailer door, making sure all the windows were shut he left you to ponder his words. All the friendships you thought you had made over the years with the makeup and hair stylists were false, they were the ones telling Nate your every move for all these years. Dozen of them, you wagered, had told him in exchanged for recommendations on other film sets.

 The first blow to your cheek was a surprise, you were so focused on your thoughts you hadn’t seen Nate return. His knuckles connected firmly with your cheek bone, the skin ripped slightly and you felt warm blood drip down. You hit the floor, looking at the maroon carpet you groaned softly. A scream escaped you lips as a boot connected with your stomach, flipping you onto your back curling up to protect your aching abdomen. The underside of his boot stumped on your hands, a crack and scream melted together as you felt the bones on two of your fingers break from the pressure.

 “I’m sorry Everly, but you should have known how this would go.” He rained down hard on you, straddling your stomach he pushed your fighting hands down, he never flinched as you scratched and clawed at him, instead he took his own swings. Connecting every time with your face he his harder and harder until you went limp, one hand kept pulling your head up by your brown matted with blood hair. Pulling a fraction harder he pulled a clump of hair from you, throwing the hair to the side he admired his work. His fists were red, your blood staining them.

 “You fucking idiot.” Richard cursed himself, sitting on the end of he bed with his head resting in his hands. Fatigue had long left his body, replaced with a wide awake feeling he knew wasn’t going to go away while he felt so guilty. No part of him regret not taking advantage of you, he had dreamed of making love to you for weeks. But not like this, in his dreams you were happy and vibrant. Not sad, and afraid.

 Instinctively as soon as your name flashed up on the screen, Richard answered with a quick, “Ev I’m so sorry, I-” You screams filled his ears, standing from the bed Richard tried calling your name, but all he could do was listen as your screams stopped. The unmistakable sound of the beating had Richard hang up, instead pulling clothes and shoes on desperately, and running down the flights of stairs to the foyer. Dialing your number repeatedly there was never an answer.

 “Ma’am, please help,” Richard pushed his way to the front of the line at the reception desk. A middle aged woman was shocked by his rude behaviour, but she recognised him as on of their high value customers. “Everly McCarthy, she caught a cab, yes?”

 “Yes, about an hour ago.”

 “Where to?”

 “Sir, I cannot answer-”

 “This is fucking urgent, please.”

 “Let me check.” The minutes it took for her to return felt like a lifetime, taking his phone out he attempted again to call you. There was no dial tone, straight to voicemail with your sweet voice filling his ears.

 “Sir, she mentioned going to ‘the set’. I don’t have an address.” Turning around a younger man spoke with a strong accent. The drive in the cab felt like it took hours, all Richard could do was think about your screams and fear the end result. You had both thought Nate was still flying to Croatia, the thought of him already being there hadn’t crossed your minds. Preparing himself, Richard got the number for the local emergency services ready. The taxi driver was surprised by the large amount of cash thrown his way, and the speed in which Richard ran from the taxi.

 The path to the trailers felt ten times longer than normal, they all looked alike bar the one with a door flung open and broken ff the hinges. Nothing but pure anger could have caused that amount of damage. Inside items were thrown around, the makeup stations upturned with glass shattered around the floor. Labored breathing drew Richards attention, he saw you face down attempting to drag yourself up the hallway with one arm while the other was held to your chest. Your face was cast down, not enough energy to lift it, your phone had been thrown toward the dressing room and you were desperate to get to it.

 “Everly!” Rushing to your side Richard pressed dial, “Ambulance please.” Helping you turn he was shocked by what he saw, your face was bloodied and swollen, you were hardly staying awake. Through one hardly open eye you could see Richard desperately speaking to someone, your ears were both ringing with no sound getting through to you. Stay awake, Everly, stay awake You screamed to yourself, shock and adrenalin were the only things masking the pain that would otherwise have you screaming if you had the capability to open your broken jaw to do so. Every ounce of energy had been used trying to fight back and trying to get to your phone, nothing was left in the tank to fight the heavy feeling taking over your body.

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Two more chapters! This is only a short series but I’ll likely continue to write with the same OFC with Richard in other stories.

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The DJ

Previous Chapter  Chapter Two

Butterflies dance around your stomach as you entered the hair and makeup trailer, you were bare and fresh faced; arriving early as to not attract attention. You knew once you stepped into the trailer you were in a safe zone, the non disclosure agreement acting as a barrier to the outside world protecting your privacy. The woman standing before you were both around your age, they both had their hair tied up and out of their face but both had their makeup done to the nines. They had folders in their arms, a list of requirements for your hair and makeup on specific days to adhere to.

 Introductions were quick, no time to spare as you wanted your makeup done quickly. The silence was tense and thick; Mila, the makeup artist, worked to cover the bruises on your face while curls were applied to your long hair. Your makeup looked natural, but you knew the layers that had gone into covering the marks. Nate had been careful in the last week, not adding further bruising to your face before filming, instead adding fear “Talk to him, I’ll find out.” You didn’t have to question who ‘he’ was. Richard had been a source of anger for Nate since the car park.  

 “Here, your outfit is in the dressing room.” Indie told you, sticking a final pin in your hair to hold the curls until they were set. You slid the white top on and skirt, before emerging out of the dressing room to the sad faces of Mila and Indie. Keeping professional Mila simply lift your arm to see what bruising around your ribs needed hiding while seeing various hand and finger print shaped bruising on your arms that needed attending to.

 “Had a good fall last week.” You weren’t even sure why you bothered lying, no one with half a brain cell would believe you.

 “Sorry, I’m early. I…” The reflection in the mirror before you showed the one man you were hoping to not see for a while yet. You dropped your arm quickly, covering your rib cage as fast as possible. “Sorry Ladies, could you give Ev and I a minute?” They looked to you for confirmation, you gave a quick nod and sat yourself down in the makeup chair. Putting their tools down on the bench, the two left mentioning having a coffee and breakfast break.

 “Richard, I don’t want to talk about it.”

 “Ev, it’s clear what’s going on. Love, I’m worried about ye. You aren’t you anymore.”

 “How do you even know who I am anymore, Richard?” You shot back, spinning the chair around to face him.

 Sighing he removed his cap and sunglasses, tossing them on the nearest makeup station. “How long has this been happening?”

 “I said I don’t want to talk about it Richard, please I can’t.” Begging your old friend, he saw you were serious. Tears had formed in your eyes, you felt them betray you as tears escaped rolling down your cheeks. It shattered Richard to see you like this. Richard had often wondered why you dropped off the radar, you turned down films, you stopped responding to messages; he had been more than disappointed when you pulled out of Cinderella last minute. But it made sense now, in the most twisted devastating way.

 “Is he here?”

 “No.”

 “Good, I’d fucking kill him if he was-”

 “Oh just stop.” Groaning you slid a light cardigan on, picking up your sunglasses and cigarette packet up before heading outside. Outside you found a bench to sit on, shielded from the warm sun by a large oak tree you lit a cigarette taking in a draw and holding your breath before letting it out. “You aren’t going to drop this, are you?”

 “No.” The voice behind you confirmed.

 “About five years… it’s been happening for about five years.” The first incident happened after a small argument, he had been late to dinner and arrived drunk, humiliating you in front of a director you had been trying to impress to feature in his upcoming series. Even though Nate was famous for his own directing, you were furious he had tanked your opportunity. You arrived at your apartment, telling him you didn’t want him to come in; he shoved you into the wall, told you in a hiss “You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” before letting himself into your apartment. You had been stunned and stood at the front door thinking there was no way you were going to stay with him, an apology came the next day followed by his usual “Sorry.. but…” where he would tell you why what he had done was your fault.

 Richard sat down beside you, holding your hand in his and kissing your knuckles gently before lowering your hands to his lap. Soothingly he ran his thumb over yours, he could see the bruising on your wrist was faded from when he saw you last.

 “If I can help you leave, will you?”

 “It’s not that simple.”

 “I can help make it that simple, Ev. I can get your things, I can take you to the police-”

 “You think I haven’t thought about leaving, Richard? I’d never get work again-”

 “Is that what he told you? Love he is manipulating you into staying.” Part of you knew that Nate had been manipulating you into staying, but that fear, that small voice told you he was right. Nate was twelve years your senior, a well established Director and worked with some of the biggest names in Hollywood. He was vocally loud in supporting womens rights in Hollywood, directed films about equality; he was the voice against toxic masculinity. But it was false, a front. No one knew the real Nate, and you weren’t sure anyone would believe you. You had no proof, no photos - he had your phone password, email, iCloud; nowhere to hide the photos even if you dared to take them.

 “Do you remember when we first met Richard?”

 Richard smiled, nodding, “I do.”

 “I miss who I was. I miss not being scared.” You pulled your sunglasses off, putting them down beside you to wipe stray tears away. You hadn’t called your family in months, you hadn’t had an ounce of privacy in years, dignity gone, your career was all but ruined. The fun times filming Game of Thrones felt a lifetime ago.

 “You don’t have to be scared here with me, Ev.” Running his hand over your cheek you looked to him, his eyes bored into yours and you knew he was serious. The stern look on his face was soft at the same time, pure sincerity coming from his words. The warmth of his hand was comforting against your cheek, you leaned into it kissing his exposed palm. An involuntary shiver passed through his body, Ev had been his first crush and it had been painful to see her leave his life. Feeling her against his skin once again felt right, felt like fate was bringing them back together.

 You felt it as you looked into his eyes, the sweet lust that filled his bright eyes. You knew he had felt something for you all those years ago but the timing wasn’t right, Nate had just walked into your life; he made the move before Richard did. The voice in the back of your mind told you Richard just wasn’t ready, he was a young actor wanting to work on his career instead of settling down.

”Excuse me, Everly?” Behind Richard you could see the ladies had returned from their break, a large coffee in hand for you was brought back. “We have a fair bit of work to cover - I mean we should get back.”

 “I’ll be there in two seconds.”

 As you stood, he rose with you holding your hand softly, “Just think on it Ev, please. I’m here for you.”

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