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multiplefandomfics · 3 years

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Vacation

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Virgin!PlusSize!reader

Warnings: self consciousness, unprotected smut, authority kink, daddy kink, angst, fluff

Words:3295

You were sitting in a bar somewhere in Croatia. Frustrated about the turn of recent events.

The trip was supposed to be about you and your friends. Just enjoying the sun and ocean. No boys allowed! But then on the 2nd evening your friends had abandoned you at the bar to go clubbing with some boys from spain. Fan-fucking-tastic, you thought.

There went your nice all girls vacation. The way you knew your friends you weren't going to see them for a while.

Just as you were about to pay your tab and leave, someone sat down next to you and started talking. “Hi, sweetheart. You alone here?” he didn’t say much but you recognized that voice immediately. Your head snapped upwards and your eyes widened. Of all the people you would have never expected him there. Sebastian Stan. The man of your wet dreams.

You fumbled your phone out of your purse and unlocked the screen. Yep, he was definitely the man from your wallpaper.

“You okay there?” he asked, smiling before his eyes fell on your background picture.

“Oh, so you know me.” he figured.

“Ehm, yeah, yeah I do. Holy shit you’re even more beautiful in person.” you swooned.

He laughed heartily at that and ordered you and himself another drink.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you with your girlfriend on vacation? Sorry if I give off stalker vibes” you turned red faced.

“That’s a long story but to cut to the chase, I don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” his face turned slightly sour at the thought of his ex.

“Oh, I’m genuinely sorry to hear that. She seemed to make you happy.”

“Well, she did. But not anymore. So enough of her, what’s your name and what are you doing here?” He changed the topic.

“How rude of me, my name is Y/N and I was initially here to have a nice week with my girls. But now they've abandoned me in favor of some guys. So I decided to have a few drinks by myself and then go back to the house we rented.” you let all your frustration out.

“Wow, that sounds terrible. But the night doesn’t have to end like this. Would you like to dance?” he asked friendly.

“I can’t dance.” you objected.

“I’ll lead you, come on.” he paid for both of your drinks and then held out his hand for you to take. And how could you say no to that face?

“Alright. Let’s do this. And thanks for the drinks but you didn’t need to pay for me.” you told him.

“I know. You look like you could hold your own but I simply wanted to pay.” he grinned and you accepted his answer.

He pulled you onto the kinda crowded dance floor and guided your hands on his shoulders. Then he guided your clumsy body to the beat and soon it started to be real funny.

“Okay, that was fun but I need a break. And preferably some fresh air.” you yelled over the music out of breath.

He understood and took you outside in front of the bar and a bit away from the entrance where the smokers stood.

“See I told you if you ease into things and give me a chance I can make this a night you won’t forget.” he grinned, mischievously.

“A bit cheeky aren’t we?” you tried to play his game but his advances made you a bit uncomfortable to say the least.

The thing was, you didn’t decide on a men free vacation with your friends because you wanted to get a break from all the guys pursuing you at home but because your friends were constantly surrounded by guys and only talked about their experiences with the opposite sex and that reminded you of how inexperienced you were.

You had always been self conscious. Your girl friends were always tall and skinny or at least of normal weight and could wear all the trendiest clothes but you could not shop for nice wearables so easily. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, when you went out with your friends and you had really given your look everything, still they were advanced by men and you weren’t. It was frustrating.

That brought you back to the situation at hand- why did Sebastian Stan, Hollywood hottie, decide to pick you out of all these beautiful girls at the bar? It was a riddle to you.

“Can I ask you something?” you hesitantly asked.

“Anything.” he smiled.

“Why did you want to talk to me?”

The hurt in your eyes told him that you were genuinely interested in an honest answer.

“Because you seemed lonely and so am I. Also you are beautiful and now I know that you are kind and funny, too. You are perfect.” you couldn’t believe that.

“Are you serious? Me? Perfect? You have gotta be kidding me!” you scoffed.

“Why would I? In you I see something permanent. Something that could develop into more. What do you see?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know. I just have never heard that I am beautiful from a man before.” you looked down, embarrassed.

“You can’t be serious! What kind of stupid idiots have you met in your life before?” he asked, astonished.

“The kind that wants a model type by their side. Just the kind of arm candy you should have by yours too. Not a chubby girl like me. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” you had to hold back tears at your confession and wanted to turn around to leave. But he grabbed your arm and forced you to look at him. “Hey, don’t go. I meant what I said. I am sorry that you have only been hurt by men so far but I promise I’m not like that. You can rely on me. I really want to get to know you. Let me take you home and we watch a movie or something? It’s only 10pm. No strings attached.” he offered.

That did sound like a dream and you decided quickly that you had nothing to lose if you said yes.

“Okay. The house is right up that hill and behind that little bit of forest.” you informed him.

He offered his arm, gentlemen like and you took it.

“So where are you from when you are on vacation here at the moment?” he asked to make smalltalk.

“I’m from Germany.”

“Impossible! I heard Germans speak English and they have a strong accent. You have barely an accent and I would have placed you closer to the states.” he was surprised.

“I hear that a lot actually. But I have never been to the US. I just watch a lot of movies and TV shows in English. And I read books in English too.” you smiled bashfully.

“That’s amazing. I think I have a stronger european accent than you do and I’ve lived in the US since I was 12.” he laughed.

“Well, English is my comfort language so I’m always happy when I can use it.” you said nonchalantly.

“Marvelous. You’re amazing.” he complimented.

“Oh, stop it.” you turned red.

“I’m only saying what's true.”

“You’re too kind.”

You walked uphill towards the small wood you had to cross, in the dark. Great idea!

He walked pretty fast and you had to almost jog to keep up with him which made you sweat and got you terribly out of breath.

When the trees around you got thicker and it got even darker it happened. You stepped on a rock, it rolled to the side and you twisted your ankle.

“Shit! Ouch!” you exclaimed loudly.

“What happened?” he asked scared.

“Twisted my ankle. It’s just too fucking dark.” you were angry at yourself for being so stupid.

“Damn. Can you step on your foot?” he asked.

“I don’t know. But what other options do we have? I gotta try.”

You stepped from your left foot onto your right and it buckled beneath you under the pain. “Fuck!”

“Okay that won’t work.” he stated and the next second he just picked you up bridal style and started to carry you on.

“Are you crazy? Let me down. I’m definitely too heavy to carry.” you ordered him.

“No, you are not. And when you try to hobble home we won’t make it until sunrise. So now shut up and let me carry you.” he silenced you efficiently.

“But take a break if you need to, and you will need one eventually.” you mumbled.

The rest of the way you held onto him and buried your face in his neck. Damn, did he smell good. It almost made you moan.

When you arrived at the door he didn’t let you down as you would have expected him to, no, he grabbed the keys from your hands, opened the door and carried you into the living room to lay you down on the couch.

“Thank you Sebastian. You are so kind. What can I ever do to repay you?” you asked him.

“Hmm, maybe let me kiss you?” he suggested and you had to swallow nervously. He immediately picked up on your hesitation “Only if you want to of course.”

“Sure I want to, but… I have never kissed anyone before.” you averted your eyes in embarrassment.

“Then let me change that, please.” he begged. You saw no resentment or reproach in his beautifully blue eyes.

Of course you caved and nodded your consent.

He leaned closer to your crouched form on the couch, put his hand on your thigh and brushed his lips to yours.

The kiss was sweet and careful not to startle you or demand something from you that you could feel uncomfortable with.

“So how was your first kiss?” he asked and smiled.

“Very nice.” you looked blissed out at him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I would really love to do that again.”

“Please do.” you confirmed.

Oh and he did. The kiss was magical. This time he pushed his tongue sensually into your mouth and you were stunned how good that felt.

“You okay?” he wanted to know afterwards.

“More than okay. I’m happy you picked me at the bar. Usually they say “never meet your heroes” but with you that’s different.”

“Thanks,doll. That means a lot to me.” he leaned in and kissed your neck.

At the mention of that particular nickname your posture stiffened. He noticed.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?”

“Ehm, well … you know I haven’t only had a crush on you but also on Bucky… maybe.” you whispered.

At first he seemed confused as to where this confession suddenly came from but then it clicked.

“It’s the nickname. I called you doll.” he laughed. “I didn’t even register that I got that from him. But if it turns you on I will keep using it.” that grin could win you over any day.

“I could get used to it actually. I never would have imagined someone calling me that. But you make it sound so hot. Thanks for making me feel good.”

“Anytime, doll.” he kissed you again.

“By the way, didn’t we wanna watch a movie?” you suddenly asked.

“Yes, of course. Do they have Netflix or something on here?” did he wanna know.

“Disney+. And with it all the Marvel Movies.” you winked at him.

“Anything you want, doll.” he kept using that nickname over and over but you loved it.

“Which one have you not seen yet?”

“I think I’ve actually seen them all. Which one is your favorite?”

“I love the ones you’re in the most.” you confessed.

“Okay, close your eyes and I’ll pick your favorite one.” he suggested.

“Alright. Let’s give it a try.” you agreed.

When you were allowed to open your eyes again you saw the opening credits of a Marvel movie flashing. You recognized the first scene: The Washington Monument and a very exhausted looking Sam Wilson and you heard “on your left” which made you smile. He knew then that he had picked the right movie.

“Good choice.” you praised him.

Then you cuddled up to him and he put his arm around you.

Although you were pretty tired after about half the movie you could not skip over one second of that glorious movie.

“You know- the Winter Soldier is kinda hot. So determined and dominant.” You slurred when you saw him walk down that car after he jumped from the bridge.

“You think so? You like to be dominated? Controlled? Called names? Maybe tied up and used?” he growled into your ear.

“Fuck.” you whimpered and clenched your thighs.

“You like the thought of that don’t you?” he bit into your earlobe.

You nodded furiously.

“Use your words babygirl.”

“Yes, sir.” you said.

“So, an authority kink is there too. And here I thought you were so innocent.” he pushed.

“How can you be innocent when you read fanfiction almost every day?” you quipped.

“Fanfiction, huh? Can you show me examples so I can paint myself a picture?” he asked.

You took your phone out and opened Tumblr. Then you searched for your favorite Bucky fanfic with all the kinks you enjoyed and handed the phone to him.

He read with interest and you studied his facial expressions, smirking when you saw reactions to certain parts you had expected to come.

“So that’s the kind of naughty literature you enjoy alone in your bed, touching yourself maybe.” he growled.

“Yes, sir. The imagination of what you could do to me makes me so wet.” you bit your lip seductively.

Suddenly you were in a flow. All the insecurities about your body and weight were gone. Only him and your sexual fantasies existed in the moment.

“Fuck baby.” he moaned and grabbed your hand to push it onto his growing bulge. “Feel what you do to me, doll?”

“So hot.” you moaned back and felt the urge to take charge. So you got onto your knees and sat in his lap grinding down on him.

Before anything could go further he stopped you and whispered “if at any point you want to stop or feel uncomfortable or I’m doing something you are not ready for or don’t like, tell me and we will stop immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sebastian. I understand. Thanks.”

And so it continued. Grinding and kissing. Until he suddenly stood up abruptly holding you close. “I’m not taking your virginity on this couch. Where is your bedroom?”

He was so considerate “upstairs and then the last door on the right.”

He carried you to the room, carefully laying you down on the bed so as to not disturb your injured foot.

When he unbuttoned the button down he was wearing and took it off you were already drooling.

“Let me undress you, darling. Turn around so I can unzip your dress. Which is beautiful by the way.” he suggested and winked.

You did as he told you and soon felt your dress falling off your shoulders. He helped you pull it over your head and left you in your bra, chub rub shorts and panties.

A little embarrassed at the shorts you looked to the side. But you couldn’t go out in a dress without wearing any type of pants underneath.

“You are so sexy, baby.” he did everything to make you feel comfortable and you started to believe him.

“May I?” he motioned for your bra and you nodded your consent.

Next he took off his jeans and the realization of what was to come started to seep into your mind.

“You still okay with this?” he made sure.

“Yes. I want this Sebastian. I really do. I trust you” you assured him.

So he proceeded with the rest of your clothes and lastly his boxer shorts.

The whole time he kept kissing you hungrily. When he crawled on top of you and you had that skin on skin contact you had never felt so safe with anyone before.

“I gotta prep you before we go all the way, alright? Don’t wanna hurt you, doll.” he whispered between kisses.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

“Please.” you begged.

That’s when he scooted down your body, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. The next thing you felt was him placing a kiss on your mound, and then his tongue poking out starting to flick your clit. He pushed your legs further apart to gain better access.

“Fuck, feels so good.” you moaned just when he inserted one finger into your tight pussy. “Oh, my gosh. Don’t stop.” you begged him.

“I won’t” he mumbled and kept attacking your clit.

“‘m so close.”

“Come for me baby. Come now.” That command was the last straw which brought you to orgasm.

Breathlessly you smiled down at him and he smiled right back at you.

“You up for more?” he needed the confirmation that you were alright.

“Yes, sir. Now I don’t know why I have never done this before. I don’t ever want you to stop again.” At that statement he laughed heartily.

“Then let’s start, shall we?” he kept kissing over your belly, up to your breasts, licked your nipples and sucked hickies onto your neck.

“Ready?”

“Can you just fuck me already?” you asked annoyed.

“Someones being needy.” he joked and finally penetrated your pussy.

“Oh, fuck. So big. Hmmm. deep. Shit.” you were already reduced to a mumbling mess.

“Such a tight fit. You feel amazing.” he buried his head into your neck.

And then he started to move. Slowly at first but picked up speed rapidly. He hit spots inside you that your favorite vibrator was never able to get.

End then something you never wanted anyone to hear slipped your mouth “Fuck, daddy. Harderr!” and suddenly he stopped completely and you mewled disappointed until you realized what you had said. You opened your eyes to see his reaction.

You expected him to be disgusted but all you could see was a hunger. He looked like a predator who finally caught his prey.

“Say that again!” he growled. That statement of his made a surge of pride and confidence rush through you.

You bit your lip mischievously and said “Please, daddy. Fuck me harder.” and he immediately snapped.

He pistoned his hips forward, hitting your cervix over and over until you were so desperately close.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing me, doll. Alright I’m gonna count down and I want you to come with me. Understood”

“Yes, daddy please… need to come… so bad.”

“Five..” deep thrust. “Four…” nip to the collarbone. “Three…” you clawed at his back. “Two…” you tried your hardest not to come and closed your eyes. “Look at me babygirl..” so you opened your eyes. “One… Come” and the dam broke. You had never come so hard in your life. No toy could ever make you feel the way this man did. Your quivering cunt made him come so hard. When he rolled off you he was breathing just as heavy as you were. The only noise you heard was your rapid heartbeat and blood rushing in your ears.

“That was amazing. We definitely need to do that again” you said.

“Oh yes. Anytime.”

The next week flew by so quickly and you two spent most of it in bed. You decided that your lives needed to be lived together so the next chance you got you would be moving in with him. Sometimes dreams do come true!

#marvel #mcu #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #reader insert #smut #fluff #fanfic

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Too Much–Zac Efron

Zac and I have been dating for six years. Most girls would be irritated that their boyfriend they were living with hasn't proposed after six years, but I wasn't. We've always had a close relationship and a ring wouldn't change that.

Until about eight months ago.

During his Netflix special, we didn't see each other that much. As hard as it was, we made it work. When he came back, things had changed. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Zac was different. He was short with people, he never seemed to smile, and he wasn't as willing to keep a conversation going.

The press hasn't helped either. Ever since people found out about Zac's rehab and accident, they've been trying to get a picture of us or the latest scoop on our relationship. Over time, it's put some strain on us.

I was at home, folding laundry when something on the tv caught my attention.

"Is there trouble in paradise? Could Hollywood's Favorite Couple be headed for trouble? After the break, we'll talk about the Efron Affair."

I rolled my eyes, angrily scoffing as I turned off the tv. I tossed the remote onto the bed and grabbed my purse. I headed to the store, my anger still radiating as I went through the aisles.

Everywhere I went, people were whispering. I saw a few magazine covers that hinted at the alleged affair. From what I could tell, rumors are going around that Zac cheated on me with his costar.

I ignored the looks as I checked out and headed back to our apartment. As soon as I parked outside our townhouse, my car was surrounded. My breath got stuck in my throat as I saw the cameras and the people. I carefully opened my door, not bothering to grab the groceries. I tried to walk inside, but I kept getting stopped.

"Y/N, is it true about the affair?"

"Y/N, are you still with Zac?"

"Why haven't you broken up with him?"

"Do you hate him?"

The more questions that were shouted at me, the more lightheaded I got. I was about to walk away when a reporter grabbed my hand.

"Zac cheated on you," he said, getting in my face. "What are you going to do about it?"

"He didn't cheat on me," I shot back. "It's just a stupid rumor you morons spread because you don't have anything better to do with your lives."

I ripped my hand out of his and stormed back into our place. I closed the door behind me, instantly locking it. I leaned my back against it, a sob getting stuck in my throat.

I struggled to calm myself down, only able to when I heard the news vans pulling away. I kicked off the door right as my phone started ringing. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw it was Zac calling.

"Hey," I answered.

"Hey, babe," he said, sounding strange.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I have to warn you," he sighed.

"About?"

"There's this stupid rumor going around about me cheating on you, but I swear it's not true. I would never cheat on you, baby. The woman in charge of the press for my new movie thought it would be a smart idea to start a dumbass rumor. I'm so sorry, darling."

"It's okay," I said, sitting down on the couch. "I umm. . . I ran into a couple of rumor spreaders after I got home from the store today."

"What?" He asked through his teeth.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "They cornered me at the car and wouldn't let me in the house. They kept yelling at me, asking what I was going to do about the affair."

"Oh baby," he sighed. "I'm so sorry. I hate that people never care about what happens to the non-famous partner in the relationship."

"Yeah," I scoffed. "How unfortunate."

"Y/N, I didn't mean. . ." he stuttered.

"It's fine," I cut him off. "Look, I gotta go. I left the groceries in the car when I got ambushed. I should really get them now that those leeches are gone."

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay? I know the rumor is. . ."

"Zac," I said harshly, cutting him off again. My voice broke as I finally said what I've been thinking for a while now. "This is getting to be too much."

"Wait," Zac cut me off, "Y/N, what do you mean? What's getting too much?"

I held my breath, tears returning to my eyes. I bit my lip, knowing that if I say this, it most definitely will change things.

"All of this," I finally confessed. "I'm getting tired of the distance, the rumors, the press. It's getting too much for me, Zac."

"Y/N, wait. . ."

"I'm sorry," I quickly hung up before he could say anything else.

* * * * *

After I hung up with Zac, I quickly walked up to our room and started packing a bag. I called my married friend and told her everything. She didn't hesitate to offer their spare bedroom for me to rethink my relationship in.

I grabbed my bag and my phone and headed out the door. The second I opened the door, my heart dropped into my throat when I saw an out-of-breath Zac on our doorstep. He glanced down at the bag in my hand, the look on his face sinking as he looked back up at me.

"Baby, don't go."

"I can't do this," I stuttered. I held my breath as Zac slowly walked up the steps until he got right in front of me.

"Y/N," he whispered as he looked down at me. "Please, let's talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, my voice barely audible. "This is getting to be too much. I mean. . ."

As if on a perfectly horrible queue, a van full of paparazzi pulled up. I heard Zac swear under his breath as he quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the house. I let go of his hand and walked over to the couch—not sitting down—as Zac closed the door, instantly locking it, and closed the curtains.

I quickly looked away from him as he turned around. He took a step towards me, but I took a step back.

"Y/N," he said, his voice getting caught in his throat.

"I know we talked about all of these possibilities when we first started dating, but things have changed so much," I started before he could get another word out. "And I don't think I can handle it anymore, Zac. I mean, rumors are constantly being spread about us. I can't go to the store without being bombarded by people asking way too revealing questions about us. Plus, I feel like we barely see each other anymore. And I can't do that. I can't have a relationship where I get your answering machine more than I get you. It's frustrating and painful and exhausting. And I can't do it anymore, Zac. I just can't."

By the time I finished, tears were streaming down my face. As soon as I finished, a sob got caught in my throat. Without hesitation, Zac took one swift step towards me and wrapped me tightly in his arms.

I continued to sob into his chest as he tightened his arms around me and leaned his head on mine. I started to slowly calm down when I felt him start scratching my back.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, finally breaking the silence. "But if it's any consolation, I don't think I can do this anymore either."

"You can't?" I asked under my breath as I slowly pulled out of his embrace.

He sighed, smiling sweetly at me as he grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as he led me over to our couch; the same couch we've spent countless hours at night staying up late to talk about random things, amongst doing other things.

"The distance is rough," he laughed dryly, "I'm not going to sugar coat it. I don't sleep much when I'm out of town because I can't sleep without you next to me. Half the time when the director yells cut, I find myself searching the room for you. And whenever I can't find you, part of me. . . I miss you, Y/N. Every day, baby."

Silence fell between the two of us as we stared into each other's eyes. I held my breath as Zac reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand, catching a tear with his thumb. After lingering for a few beats, his hand finally dropped back into his lap.

"So, what do we do?" I asked under my breath.

"I don't want to give up on us," he said instantly. "I know it's going to take a lot of work to go back to how we were, but I'm willing to do it."

"Zac," I said, my voice breaking.

"I will do anything to keep you in my life, Y/N," he continued. "I love you, darling, and I can't imagine my life without you. Please tell me you think we can work this out. Because if you don't. . . I'll fix it. I will fix everything, baby. Whatever it takes to keep you in my life."

I chewed on my bottom lip, struggling to find my voice. It felt like a million thoughts went through my head as I studied the face of the man I'm in love with. It was instantly clear that I never stopped.

"I don't want to break up," I finally said. My cheeks burned when I saw the relief in his eyes. While keeping my hand in his, he reached over with his free hand and grabbed my other hand.

"That makes me so incredibly happy, darling."

"But I can't keep going on like this," I continued. "I'm willing to work through things but I can't be the only one. I understand that your job takes you away at times and it feels wrong to ask you to stop filming but. . ."

"I could meet you halfway," he said quickly. "Or more than halfway if that shows you just how much I love you. I would give up anything and everything to keep you in my life, Y/N. Please, let me show you just how hard I'll fight for us. You won't have to do anything."

"It doesn't just have to be you," I said, a small smile on my face.

"Yes, it does," he instantly corrected me. "I'm the one who's been getting on an airplane at 3 in the morning. I'm the one whose career causes tension. I'm the reason you're followed by the paparazzi. I'm the reason for everything."

I cut him off by leaning over and pressing my lips to his. I let out a small moan as Zac instantly deepened the kiss. The longer we kissed, the faster it got. I giggled, slightly breaking the kiss when Zac grabbed my thighs and brought me over to his lap.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. We moaned as he started massaging my ass. I tilted my head back, squeezing my eyes closed tighter as Zac broke the kiss and started kissing my neck.

"Zac," I moaned, making him pull his lips away from my neck.

"I will do anything to get you to stay, baby," he said between his heavy breaths. "Please, don't leave me."

I reached up, gently grabbing his face in both of my hands. "I'm not going anywhere," I whispered.

"I love you so much, darling."

"I love you too."

#zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader

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intoanothermind · 3 years

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Akai Ito - Reggie (soulmate au)

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Word Count: 3.5k

- Reggie x reader

Synopsis: you’ve been trapped for decades and gave up on the idea of knowing who’s on the other side of your red string. But what if he comes to you instead (on accident)?

Masterlist

Stand Tall - Reggie imagine

Flying Solo - Reggie imagine

Bright - Luke imagine

(This is my first soulmate au and I wish it would’ve ended up better than it did, but I hope you guys disagree with me and actually enjoy it. I don’t really have much time for writing requests, but if someone comes up with an idea for another Reggie soulmate au, let me know and I’ll try to write something when I have free time again. I’m a sucker for soulmate au imagines, I just never have the criativity for it. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in any next Reggie imagines!)

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Do you know that Japanese legend about soulmates? The one about the red string that connects the fingers of two people destined for each other? The one that says the string can stretch and tangle, but never break? Yeah. That is all true. Even though I sometimes wish it wasn't. Well, I'm the romantic type, who dreamed of finding out who was on the other side of my string, but then I turned 18 and died two weeks later. I wish I could say that I crossed over to the other side, but in fact I ended up trapped like a ghost with my father - since he died with me and was the reason of my death - many decades ago. Which means that whoever is on the other end of the string will never know who I am. So no, I don't like the idea of soulmates as much as I used to.

"Honey, why do you look like that?" I heard my father's voice taking me out of my thoughts and I realized that I spent a lot of time just looking at my little finger while I was sitting in front of the dressing room mirror.

"It’s nothing." I replied, turning on the bench to face daddy's blue eyes. "Did Willie arrive yet?"

"Yes." he replied, leaving the cup of tea on the table. "And, apparently, his three new friends too."

I broke into a smile. I always looked forward to meeting new people. This is often a little difficult when you spend most of your time in a ghost club hidden behind the facade of an abandoned hotel.

"Are you ready?" he asked and I took a quick look in the mirror in front of me before nodding and following him.

But when I poofed in the hall, it wasn’t on the stage beside my father, since my cue was only for dessert. I always waited at the top of the stairs to see his performance from a privileged view. As exhausting as it was to see the same musical performance almost every week, I couldn't deny that some of them involved and excited me every time. But when the music started and he went down from the stage to the space in front of the tables I felt that something would be different. I felt a twinge and it took me a while to realize it was on my finger. Yes, the one that I faced not even half an hour before.

I opened my eyes wide when I lifted my finger and felt the finger tighten a little more.

My soul mate was here, in this room.

I swallowed hard, thinking that there were only a few new ghosts here and new customers. Living customers.

"Let's go." I almost jumped when I heard my dad behind me again. "Are you OK, darling?"

I ignored your question. "Where are we going?"

“Why, William brought guests. We need to have a... conversation... with them.

I frowned when I detected an omission in his tone of voice, but said nothing when he took my hand and placed it on the crook of his elbow. As we approached the table right in front of the stage, I felt my finger tighten and my heart racing. Was it possible that one of Willie's friends was my soulmate? As we got closer I started to take their details. One had a big blue coat, with brown hair falling over his forehead. The blond in the denim jacket must have been Alex, the first Willie had met and apparently his soulmate. But the latter caught my attention the most - and also what caused my pulse to accelerate. White skin and pink cheeks, leather jacket and black hair tossed aside. Was it him?

"Told you, the guy's got skills." I managed to make out Willie's voice as we approached.

"So where'd he go?" said the boy in the leather jacket, turning towards the stage before turning towards us. “Oh wow! Found him! There is!"

“Hello, boys. Caleb Covington and this is my daughter, Y/N.” Dad introduced us, opening his free arm invitingly. I smiled when the boys looked at me, but my gaze was fixed on the leather jacket one. “Welcome to the Hollywood Ghost Club. Enjoying the show?”

"Yo, that was..." the one in the stained blue jacket started to say, gesturing to Dad and to the stage. “I mean… Did you… Like…”

"I know." Dad laughed.

"Right?"

I giggled at that. "I'm glad you're all enjoying it."

"This is Alex, Luke and Reggie." Willie took the lead and introduced them.

Reggie ... Why did my heart jump when I heard that name?

"Yeah, it's really nice to meet you." said Alex.

"'Sup?" Reggie said, holding up two fingers in peace and a goofy smile.

I had to bite my lip to keep from mirroring his smile.

"It's good to meet you guys as well." I said before smiling at Alex. “I'm really glad to finally meet Willie's soulmate.”

He broke into an embarrassed smile and blushed, while Willie just gave me a huge smile.

“Nothing warms my heart more than sharing this magic with new friends.” Dad said. “Please, sit. Sit. ”

Two new chairs appeared behind us so that my father and I could join the boys.

"Uh, thank you for the invite." said Alex.

“Of course, of course.” said Dad, crossing his legs and patting my knee before resting his hand on his own. "Now, my friend Willie tells me that you boys have some magic of your own."

Alex cleared his throat before speaking. “Well… Willie and I? I mean, I wouldn't call it magic, but, I mean ... ”

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing. I took a quick look at the other two boys and it was even more difficult to control myself when I noticed their somewhat surprised and embarrassed expressions.

"Oh, no." said Willie, resting a hand on Alex's shoulder. “He means your ghost abilities. You know, like, to be seen by everybody when you play with Julie. ”

Alex made a mortified expression before turning back to us. “Oh, not totally. Right. No. 'Cause when you said it, I was like' Is this what he said? ' 'Cause ... ”

Dad made a motion with his hand to indicate that everything was fine.

I leaned towards Alex, who was sitting next to me, and murmured. "Well, you're not entirely wrong."

"Yeah, but we can't really, uh, wave our arms and do all this magic stuff." said Luke, saving his friend from yet another awkward moment.

“Well, I've had some practice. Our gifts are so rare, so special. It's not often I come across other spirits who possess similar talents.” said dad. "It's no surprise we found each other."

I frowned. It's no surprise we found each other? What was dad thinking? It didn't sound like much of a conversation to help the boys like Willie asked.

"Yeah, that definitely..." said Luke, looking at dad with wide eyes.

I looked around the table, realizing that the boys were really amazed by all of this and my heart sank when I realized that dad had a malicious gleam in his eyes. He wouldn't want to imprison them, would he?

"If you'll forgive me, fellas, I gotta pay the bills, if you know what I'm saying." Dad said, already getting up. "I'll be back later to chat."

I took advantage of that moment to get to know them a little more and maybe find out if Reggie was really my soulmate.

"We have a little while before I have to make my performance." I said, getting up and adjusting my white dress around me. I looked directly into Reggie's eyes, feeling trapped by the light squeeze on my finger, but at the same time with a feeling of freedom blooming. "What do you guys think about introducing you to some lifers so that they can tell you some things that you missed in the last few years?"

~*~

I spent the next few minutes talking to Luke and Reggie as we walked among the lifers and occasionally asked them a few questions. With each moment I spent with them the grip on my finger increased and, when I noticed Reggie distracted while talking about Star Wars, I lightly touched my finger to his and tried not to widen my eyes when I could see the red string joining our fingers. I almost felt my heart stop when I realized that I finally found my soulmate, after so many decades of believing it would never happen. When I realized that Reggie had run away after hearing something about Han Solo, I signalled to Luke that I would go after him. I found him some time later walking away from a lifer.

"It's everything all right?" asking, raising my hand to support it on his arm, but I stopped halfway. I don't know if I wanted him to know that I was his soulmate. Not yet, when I had a bad feeling about what dad wanted with them.

"I'm starting to think it was better that I didn't ask anything about the movie." he snorted, going towards the table with me right behind him. He commented on the movie with Luke and Alex, who were seated and I almost joined them, but I saw my father approaching the table and stayed away, just listening and trying not to be seen.

"I take it you guys are enjoying yourselves?" said dad as he approached.

‘Luke and Alex quickly got up from their chairs. "Yeah, I mean, you'd have to be insane to have a bad time here."

“Well, entertainment is our specialty. So now, I understand there's something I can help you with.”

The boys started to explain something about an old acquaintance screwing them up, but I frowned when dad started talking about them being like them, born to perform music for large crowds. I knew there was something strange when he agreed to Willie bringing them. And then my dad invited them to be part of the house band and I realized that the risk was greater than I imagined. I knew he wouldn't just let them go when they argued that they already had a band. Dad was not the type to just give up on what he wanted. Dad got up and ordered the waiters to leave three huge plates of food on their table. I knew it was my time to perform, but I needed to do something for the boys.

"Listen to me." I interrupted them when they started eating. All three were confused when they looked at me and I tried to convey in my expression all the despair I felt. “You need to get out of here. ASAP. Go and never come back.”

I disappeared from there straight to the stage, taking daddy's cue for me to sing while he played the piano. However, I kept my eye on the three boys at the first table. I sang while I hoped internally that they would hear me and leave the club, but it some took time to happen. Willie got up from the table and danced with the other dancers in the empty space between the stage and the tables. I saw dad coming down from the stage and mentioning for dancers to take the boys out to dance. Alex received two male dancers. I kept my eyes on dad when he returned to the stage and took the cue to sing. I went down to infiltrate the dancing people and get to the boys to get them out of here myself. But I lost sight of them and when I returned to their table I realized that they were no longer there. I almost sighed with relief, until I realized that my father was also out of sight.

I left the hall as quickly as possible towards the entrance, praying that my father didn’t reach them before me. But what I saw almost made my heart stop. Alex thanked my dad for something before he passed him up the stairs and Willie was going towards him.

“Um… Caleb? You never said you were gonna… use your stamp.” I widened my eyes when I heard those words and hid in the pillar a little bit away from where they were. "You know what I'll do to them."

“Of course I do, William, but they're too powerful. I need them working for me. Now they'll have no option but to accept my invitation.”

My dad came down the stairs and patted Willie on the face before walking away. But I was already getting furious.

"Willie, how could you do such a thing?!" I exclaimed when I approached the boy.

"I... I..."

"You know how my father is like!" I hit my fists on his chest, even though I couldn't push him more than an inch. “You put your soulmate at risk! You put my soulmate at risk!”

"Your what?" he asked, confused.

"Reggie." I replied softly, feeling my eyes water. "Reggie is my soulmate."

Willie's eyes widened, but it took me only a few seconds to realize that he wasn't looking at me.

"Why, what a surprise." I also opened my eyes wide when I turned to my father. "Well, it looks like things are going to have to change around here."

It was all I heard before he blew dust on my face and everything went black.

~*~

The next few weeks were a blur for me. My dad always kept me tight on the inside of the club, and if I barely go out into the world before, I haven't gone out once since he found out about Reggie being my soul mate.

"Y/N." he caught my eye. I was backstage, just waiting for my cue. He wouldn't even let me interact with lifer customers anymore, and I haven't seen Willie since I got house arrested. I never imagined that my father would be so greedy and inhuman. I could only pray that Reggie and the others could get rid of his clutches. Even if it meant I never saw him again. "Camille!"

"Hm?" I turned to him with the empty look I had on my face since then.

"I'm going to get my band." it made me raise my eyebrow - the maximum reaction he would get from me, even if my heart was racing. "I hope you are either on stage or in the dressing room when that happens."

Of course he would keep me away. He wouldn't underestimate me.

"Okay, daddy." it was just what I said before disappearing into the dressing room, trying to think of something to get me - and the boys - out of that situation.

I looked around the dressing room and noticed a half-hidden jar. I smiled when I realized that dad was not as careful when he should have been. It was the jar that held his magic powder. It had no specific use, but I spent decades seeing him using the powder for a variety of purposes. I put it in a little bag, just hoping that I could replicate one of them. I went down the dressing room stairs carefully, looking around to make sure I wasn't caught. I stopped before the backstage and listened to see if I heard anything. Nothing but my father's performance already starting.

I leaned over a little and peeked out the door. One by one the boys disappeared towards the stage, however much they tried to resist. I waited until the music was over and my father came down from the stage to speak to the lifers before approaching the limits between the backstage and the stage to try to get the boys' attention.

"Y/N?" Luke asked, confused, when he saw me there.

"Come on, quickly!" I tried to murmur. "Before he sees it!"

"What is happening? Where's Willie?” asked Alex when they approached me.

"You need to get out of here!" I said, pushing them towards the door. "He is distracted right now, so go!"

"Why are you helping us?" asked Reggie.

I smiled with watery eyes. "Why, I can't leave my soulmate stuck here for all eternity."

And then, to confirm my statement, I intertwined our little fingers and raised our hands in front of his face. The red string was visible to everyone. Reggie's eyes widened, perplexed, before opening a goofy smile on his lips.

"Come with us!" he said immediately and I smiled sadly. He then touched my cheek and his touch almost made me throw the consequences in the air to follow him. "Please!"

“I need to do something first. It’s important." I said and looked at Luke.

He seemed to understand, because he pulled Reggie away from me. I watched as they disappeared and took a deep breath, gathering the courage to continue with my plan. I needed to find Willie. I left the backstage as discreetly as possible and it took me just a few minutes to find Willie distracting some lifers - even though he seemed distracted himself.

"Willie!" I called him and he came to me. "We need to go."

"Go where?"

"You know where."

"But I do not know." I heard my father's voice as I saw Willie's eyes widen. And I tried not to smile when I got caught. "I don't think you're going anywhere."

"Wrong answer." I said and turned around quickly, blowing daddy's powder in his own face.

He raised his hands to his face and tapped the dust away. He coughed just before opening his eyes. When he studied Willie's face and then mine with a confused expression, I realized that my plan had worked.

"Who are you?"

Even though my heart had broken a little when I heard these words, nothing could compare to the feeling of freedom that spread in my chest.

"Nobody important."

That was all I said before taking Willie's wrist and poofing us out of there. We appeared in a space behind a house, facing open garage doors. Inside, I found the three boys stepping out of a hug with a clearly alive girl. That must be Julie. I raised an eyebrow when I realized the boys were wrapped in a light and was even more shocked when they pulled away and Luke's stamp came off his wrist and was gone. Alex and Reggie's, however, just went a little opaque, but they didn't go away. What if...?

"Why didn't ours disappear?" asked Reggie and I smiled just at the sound of his voice.

"Perhaps because you need us." I said, drawing everyone's attention to us.

Willie stepped forward and crossed the distance to Alex. When they hugged, Alex's stamp was finally gone. Reggie turned to me smiling and barely gave me time to react before coming up to me and pulling me in a tight hug. I didn't complain, not even when he squeezed me even harder when his stamp disappeared too. After a while he separated from me just enough to take my face in his hands and kiss me. I reacted immediately, burying my fingers in his black hair and messing up the hairstyle my dad forced on him. When our lips parted, I felt my whole body tingling and totally breathless. Reggie lowered one of his hands to pull mine until his finger wrapped around mine, leaving our red string in plain view for everyone there to see.

"Hi soulmate." he murmured against my lips.

I felt my legs weaken with his hoarse voice, but I just placed a kiss against his lips before responding with a "Hi soulmate."

"What about Caleb?" I heard Luke's voice ask, taking us out of that torpor that enveloped us.

"I took care of him." I said, smiling when I saw that Luke was holding Julie against him and Alex was holding Willie's hand with his fingers intertwined. The string of all of them were visible.

"You should've seen her, she was amazing." said Willie, smiling brightly. He was also enjoying his newfound freedom.

"What did you do?" asked Alex.

"I erased us all from his memory." I noticed the sadness in Luke's eyes when he realized what it meant to me. "It's all right. It was time for me to go my own way.”

"Well, if you guys don't mind." said Reggie, hugging me and lifting me up. I needed to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders to keep our balance. "I'm gonna go get to know my soulmate."

And then we're gone. I didn't know exactly where he was taking me, but, honestly, I didn't care. I only cared about me, him and the eternity we’ll have together.

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frunbuns · 2 years

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I just finished reading The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, here are some quotes I saved bc this book shook me to my core

Spoilers!!

He'd convinced himself that his wanting me was my fault.

And I believed him.

Be wary of men with something to prove.

"It's on the house," he said, which I thought was the dumbest thing, because if there's anyone that should be getting free food, it isn't rich people.

"Heartbreak is loss, divorce is just a piece of paper."

People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'You're safe with me' - that's intimacy.

"[...] I'm bisexual. Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box, Monique. Don't do that."

You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.”

"Evelyn?" Harry said, before getting off the phone.

"Yes?"

"You know what's happening, right?"

"What?"

"You're about to become the highest-paid actress in Hollywood."

[...] I have no idea that in less than a week, Evelyn will finish her story, and I'll find out what this has all been about, and I will hate her so much that I'll be truly afraid I might kill her.

"Can you believe it?" She said. "Two of them."

"You deserve them. The whole world should be giving you an Oscar every day, as far as I'm concerned."

[...] That seemed to be her pattern. I was a lesbian when she loved me and a straight woman when she hated me.

People were just starting to talk about the idea of bisexuality, but I'm not sure I even understood that the word referred to me then. I wasn't interested in finding a label for what I already knew. I loved men. I loved Celia. I was OK with that.

"If you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you."

"You love me?" she said

"Oh, my God, what an understatement," I told her.

"To Evelyn," she said, lifting her glass in the air. "Who has lit up every goddamn room she ever walked into. And who, day after day, makes us feel like we're living in a dream."

It's always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that us beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.

It was one of the last times we were all together, laughing smiling, happy. A family.

Because after that, I ruined it.

"Being bisexual didn't make me disloyal," Evelyn said. "One has nothing to do with the other. Nor did it mean that Celia could only fulfill half my needs."

"I'm not a good person, Monique. Make sure, in the book, that that's clear. That I'm not claiming to be good. That I did a lot of things that hurt other people, and I would do them over again if I had to."

And just as she was about to leave the microphone, she said, “And to anyone tempted to kiss the TV tonight, please don’t chip your tooth.”

"[...] I don't want to let you love me if you don't think you can lose me again. One last time."

"I have been married seven times, and never once has it felt as right as this. I think that loving you has been the truest thing about me."

The devastating luxury of panic overtook me.

And it has never left.

That's how my story ends. With the loss of everyone I have ever loved. With me, in a big, beautiful Upper East Side apartment, missing everyone who ever meant anything to me.

Evelyn was never going to let the thing that made her be the thing to destroy her. She was never going to let anything, even a part of her body, have that sort of power.

Evelyn is going to die when she wants to.

And she wants to die now.

I hate Evelyn, but I think I like her very much.

#the seven hubands of evelyn hugo #taylor jenkins reid #books #bookworm #bookblr #bisexual #bisexuality #evelyn hugo #celia st james #harry cameron #monique grant #mine

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Rumor Has It {21}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, ANGST, Plot, Fluff, Mildly NSFW, Violence, Blood, Death, Verbal mention of Rape, Potentially Triggering Discussion

Words: 6.2k

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊❤️❤️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

You pushed off of him to an upright position, not sure you’d heard him right. “Say what!?”

Chris sat up as well and leaned on the headboard.

“Yeah. Abel, the detective, found that the video was doctored. It was spliced together using so many different audio clips dating back to when Knives Out was announced. She had someone doctor it to make it seem like it was me, or recent and current me.”

You were ready to claw her eyes out. “That bitch!”

Chris sighed. “That’s not it,” he began. He reached for your hand and brought you closer. You swung your leg over his lap and sat on his thighs, giving him your undivided attention.

“Remember the picture of her in the sweater?”

Clenching your jaw, you nodded. “The one from your room?”

He nodded. “You’re right—it was from my room.”

You gaped at him, ready to lunge at him, but you stopped yourself.

“She snuck in, stripped down, and posted it. Abel was able to get security footage from the hotel. She bribed one of the housekeeping staff. They let her in, and it was at the same time I was on call for press. The timestamp shows it. I’m thinking she knew it would set you off and create problems between us.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This was insane. Why would someone go to these lengths?

“Wow.” You rubbed your forehead, trying to wrap your head around everything. Not only were you still grappling with everything that happened since the accident, including things with Christiano, but the babies and Chris’s downward spiral, but now this. “Oh my god.”

“The investigator uncovered a video from the hotel—and so much more.” Chris released a heavy breath then took your hand. “It all points to her, Riah.”

His fingers traced imaginary patterns on my hand and along the length of my fingers.

“And the text messages?” You couldn’t help yourself. Chris looked up from your hand and to your waiting eyes. The look on his face was an inquisitive one. “The ones between you and her about us,” you finished.

There was no look of shock; he just looked resolved, as if he somehow knew that you knew.

“How do you know about that?”

“I did something crazy,” you began before pausing to find the right way to explain.

It only took a few moments to forego any strategic plan and lay it out. So that is what you did. You explained your mission impossible operation with Kizzy and Zora a few weeks ago at Chris’s press junket. You explained being in the elevator to witness Ana’s blatant flirting. You explained, taking her purse and going through her phone to find out how devious she was. By the time you finished, the silence in the room was deafening. Chris hadn’t moved or spoken since you began. The look on his face was so masked and neutral that you couldn’t tell if he was on the brink of an angry outburst or a disappointed one.

Suddenly Chris snorted loudly then laughed obnoxiously, clapping his free hand across his chest. The laugh went on so long to the same caliber that you couldn’t help but join in. So the two of you sat there laughing together for several long minutes. Once both of you were laughed out, you just stared at each other.

“I can’t say that I’m surprised,” Chris started first, continuing to rub your hand. “I knew who I married.”

He sighed and shook his head. That was when you saw the remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you about it all, but I didn’t want to hurt you or have you doubt me.”

Chris clenched his jaw then crinkled his brow. “In hindsight, I know it looked really suspicious. There are so many things I see now that I didn’t then. I shouldn’t have even had those text exchanges. It’s not her place to know anything small or not about our marriage. Jesus.” Chris took his hand away then raked it through his hair before locking his hands behind his neck—one of his frustrated ticks. His eyes were dropped to your thighs, and that’s where they remained.

“I’m sorry, Riah.”

His voice sounded clouded, and that was the only indication you needed to know his emotions were getting the better of him.

“I’ve been so stupid. So stupid,” he choked out.

“Baby.” You slid closer to him, grabbing his elbows to pull them down to rest on top of your thighs. “Look at me.”

You raised his chin so he was looking into your eyes. His tears stained his cheeks and welled his eyes. You’d wanted him to see the error of his ways so many times. You’d wished he could see it your way and understand, and now that he did, you should have felt vindicated, but you didn’t. There really were no winners when the family feuds.

Dropping your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent.

“I’m sorry, dragonfly,” Chris whispered, wrapping his arms around you holding you close. “So sorry.”

“Baby—look at me.”

He pulled back enough for you to peer into his eyes. As you caressed his cheek, you spoke.

“It’s okay. I—you--,” you sighed, then traced your thumb across his bottom lip. “I understand. There has been so much—pain, so much sorries and--.” Again you stopped for a few seconds.

“No more,” you finished.

Chris slowly nodded his head, grasping your meaning. He then kissed your thumb and nuzzled his bearded jaw into your palm. Though you wanted to move on, there was one more burning question, one more thing you had to know. Nibbling your bottom lip, you found your courage.

“Were—were you tempted?”

You couldn't look at him, so you kept your head down.

“What? Tempted? To do what?”

Meeting his eyes, you swallowed, then continued.

“Cheat,” you whispered.

Chris sat up straight, and he cupped your face within his large hands. His eyebrows were crooked with the intense, take me serious look he always got when he was about to say something important.

“Look at me. Never.”

You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Listen and hear me, Uriah, never, ever. I would never. I told you I married you for a reason. I had a plan. Forever and a day, Uriah. You promised me forever and a day, and I won’t stand for anything less. I’m collecting all of it. Forever and a day.”

Fighting the tears, you scoffed. “You were a jackass. When I tell you a woman wants you, don’t doubt me.”

Chris smiled and nodded. “I was. Never again. We don’t be here again. I’m going to be Pence from now on. You must be present at all times, or I’m not alone with any women.”

You busted out laughing, and for the first time, you didn’t feel the heaviness of the last few weeks. It felt almost normal, like the two of you were on your way. Chris kissed you once, then twice before resting his forehead to yours.

“We have to nail her ass to the wall,” you declared, staring into his eyes.

“Oh, definitely. What did you have in mind, Mrs. Evans?”

“You didn’t file the papers?”

Chris scoffed, then rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re gonna have to try harder than divorce papers to get rid of me, Dragonfly.”

Again you smiled. “So whatever I want, you won’t be the voice of sympathy?”

“Whatever you want, kitten,” Chris replied, kissing the tip of your nose, making your belly flutter in the process.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m so happy that you’re okay, sweetheart,” your mother said as she pulled you into a group hug with your father.

“I’ll be okay, mom.”

Your father cupped your cheek, taking the time to inspect your face. You knew he wasn’t looking for physical harm. He was realizing how close he’d come to losing you, how he’d failed you. You could tell. When Chris had called them to update them, they instantly wanted to hear your voice. When they did, they broke, and that breaking turned to shattered when everything came out.

You’d spent two hours on the phone with them, listening to them apologize and blame themselves for putting so much trust in Christiano. They felt horrible for never suspecting that he would stoop so low. They begged you not to hate them, begged you to forgive them. It was easy to promise them you weren't angry because you understood. You didn’t blame them or hold a grudge for them not doing more. They had no idea who Christiano really was—you didn’t either. The only one who ever saw him for who he was, was Chris.

“I’m so sorry, Uriah. As your father, I should have done more to keep you away from him.”

“Daddy, don’t. There is nothing you could have done. You did the best with what the information you had—you all did,” you assured, looking around at the faces of everyone you loved, both your family and Chris’s.

Lisa approached and pulled you into another hug. You could feel her tears.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“I am so happy that you are.” Her hand dropped to your bump, and she smiled. “That you all are.”

Just like that, the waterworks started again, and everyone huddled around you, everyone but Chris, who was standing back most likely watching with a cheesy smile on his face. When they released you, your guess was correct. Chris smiled, then winked at you.

“So how are we getting those sons of bitches?”

All eyes snapped to Zora, who looked as if she was ready to rip out a heart and eat it.

“Down girl—Chris has already laid the groundwork,” you said.

“And it was easy, just play into that colossal ego of his,” Chris finished, kissing my temple.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Chris-

MSG Love Of My Life: Remember, don’t let him goad you. He’s going to try.

He scoffed; it was an understatement.

MSG: I’m good. He can’t get me to because I have what he doesn’t, and I know something he doesn’t.

MSG Love Of My Life: You do have me. Forever and a day, my love. <Kiss emoji, heart emoji>

MSG: You should have let me go with you. I don’t like you’re alone.

MSG Love Of My Life: I’m not alone. I have my parents, Kizzy, Zora, your sisters, your mom, our lawyers. I am far from alone.

MSG: You know what I mean.

MSG Love Of My Life: I don’t think I could relive it all with you next to me anyway. It’s better this way. I’ll see you soon. Remember what I said. <Kiss>

He sighed and tried to push aside the guilt he felt. He wanted to be with you, holding your hand. You’d gone through too much alone, and all he wanted to do now was protect you.

MSG Scott: Need me to come up?

MSG: Nah, I can handle this.

MSG Scott: Okay.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stared out over the canyons and LA down below. It was a beautiful sight, one he liked a lot but not better than the changing leaves of Autumn in Massachusetts. He would never choose LA over them. It was, however, a good change of pace, but it staled quickly. Standing here, it was easy to forget the chaos of the last few months. Easy to forget that merely days ago, he’d thought his life was over, and it would never be the same.

“I can’t believe you suggested this. What, you’re a glutton for punishment? That’s cool; I don’t mind helping you with that.”

The sound of his voice was enough to make him want to turn around swinging, then drag him to the edge and kick him off Sparta style. He didn’t deserve to live, not after what he’d done to you. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist, and slowly released a breath. Once he was sure he had some sort of control over his reflexes, he turned. Christiano looked as smug as ever. He’d never wanted to take a life, but right now, right here, he thought of at least ten ways in under one minute. They all involved pain.

“So, what air is there to clear?”

He clenched his jaw before he spoke.

“She’s still my wife.”

“Ah, ah, ah, according to those divorce papers she sent over, even that is limited time. Face it man; you’ve lost. I’ve won. I always win. I always get what I want, no matter what. It’s hilarious to me that you thought swooping into her life like that and marrying her on a whim would have changed things. Uriah has always been mine. She was always meant to be mine.”

His hatred for the man in front of him was already at toxic levels. He had no idea how it was possible for it to increase. Staring at him and hearing the venom he just spewed did the trick.

“So, this is just a game to you? This is her life—this is our life. All of this is for what?”

“To win what’s rightfully mine. I’m Christiano White. I get what I want when I want it, and that includes women. No one takes what’s mine. No one, and she’s mine!”

The smugness on his face was the most upsetting thing. He didn’t care hearing him profess fake ownership. He didn’t even care that Christiano thought he had so much privilege that he would get away with his insane plane. Even the thought that him being Christiano White meant jack shit. What really got to him was the fact he’d done this to prove some stupid, sick point. He’d played with his life, your life, and the life of his children for the sake of winning. He stepped to Christiano, ready to push his ass off the cliff, but before he touched him, the thought of you and those innocent babies flashed into his mind. There was no way he’d do this to you guys, he thought.

Gathering some calm, he stepped back. Christiano chuckled.

“Thay’s right. Recognize when you’ve lost, and oh, have you lost. Let me tell you how bad you’ve lost. She was in my bed, letting me touch her, kiss her, please her. She shouted my name, over and over. Not yours.”

He scoffed. “You sure? My name’s Chris. Did she say, Christiano?”

The smirk on Christiano’s face slipped, and rage replaced it. It was a small piece of satisfaction, but it was worth it, especially since he knew for a fact you’d called his name—Chris and not the latter. Though your brain didn’t remember him, your subconscious did, your heart did, your soul did. There was no room for anyone else. He nearly laughed in Christiano’s face because it had taken him this long to grasp that fully. There had only ever been you and him.

“You only have yourself to blame. Who would dare cheat on Uriah? Who would think to replace a diamond with a pebble? You’re an idiot,” Christiano jabbed before he laughed out. “Don’t worry, once we’re married, things will be better for her.”

“How do you plan on getting married if we’re still legally married?”

For the second time, the smile Christiano wore slipped. He looked around as if he expected someone to come out.

“For now,” Christiano scoffed, rolling his eyes.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you walking up behind Christiano. Catching on, he spun around.

“Babe, what’re—what’re you doing here? I thought we were meeting tonight.”

Christiano approached you with his arms out, but you walked past him to his waiting arms instead. Once he wrapped his arm around your waist, you kissed his lips, then turned to Christiano, who looked confused, angry, and a few other emotions he most likely hadn’t put together yet.

“For always,” you said.

“What the fuck!”

“Surprise,” he said, slipping his hand down to your hip. Christiano’s eyes dropped to his hand before he clenched his jaw. The annoyance from minutes ago was worth it.

“What was the plan, Christiano? It’s bigamy to be married to two people at once. Our marriage would have been null in void. What was the goal!?”

Christiano took a step to you, making him grip your hip tighter, ready to get in between you.

“I’m better than him. I’m richer, I look better, and I’m better in bed. Admit it, Riah. I don’t lose to men like him. I wasn’t done with you,” Christiano confessed with bitterness in his voice.

You pulled from him, taking a step to Christiano. “So you decided to turn me into a pawn! You decided to lie to me, manipulate me and—rape me?!”

“Shut up, I didn’t--,” he began before you cut him off.

“Yes, you did! I was not of sound mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even know who I was. You knew. You fucking knew, and you used that and stole from me. Admit it!”

Sensing things were about to go south, he stepped between the two of you, pulling back to a safe distance.

“That’s right, fuck it! Yes, I did all of that. I’ll admit it. Yes, I manipulated you to get what I wanted. I couldn’t lose to this dick. I couldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t. I did what was necessary. I took what was mine, and I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.”

That was all he could stomach before he turned and decked him with all the force he possessed. Christiano dropped to the dirt and writhed for a few moments before he slowly stood laughing like a lunatic with the blood dripping from his nose.

“You’re insane. You tried to kill my children because I ended things and found better?”

“There is no better than me!”

He spread his arms out, not caring where the blood that spewed from him went. “Uriah, you know you love me. You loved the feel of a real man between your legs. Just tell him.”

Glancing at you, he realized you were crying now.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I can’t believe you’d hurt me this way.”

He wrapped his arms around you, hoping to comfort you in some way. Looking back at Christiano, he was in time to see him charging toward him. He quickly moved you out of the way and threw a punch that connected with Christiano’s jaw. Instead of going down, Christiano lunged at him, gripping him around his waist, trying to bring him down to the ground. He almost laughed. Sending his knee into his gut, he spun and put Christiano in a chokehold keeping him there.

It was then a group of police officers came running toward them.

“Look at that. You lost, not just once, but twice and now—a third.”

He wanted to snap his neck, and thinking of everything he’d put them through, he almost did. Two officers ran up to him, both of them taking Christiano by his arms.

“We’ve got it from here.”

Reluctantly he let Christiano go and allowed the law to take the wheel. Going to you, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears.

“I’m here.”

You hugged him, and he just held you. There was no need for words.

-That Night-

“I love you.”

Those words were like music to his ears. There was a time he didn’t think he’d ever hear them again. Gently pulling your head back, he peered into your eyes while caressing your cheek. He loved seeing you like this with your hair free, hovered over him, with the moon as your backdrop.

“I love you more,” he whispered.

“Forever and a day?”

He smiled, remembering your promises, and pressed his forehead to yours. “Forever and a day, dragonfly.”

You kissed him softly, taking the time to tease his lips, nibbling his bottom one before burying your face in the crook of his neck as you rocked against him, sending him higher and higher until he felt as if his soul left his body.

“Uriah!”

It felt like he was no longer in his body but instead hovering overhead like a fly watching your bodies entangled together. There was no other sight he loved as much. You rolled off of him and found your place beside him, resting your head on his chest, right over his heart. You both sighed.

“After this is done, let’s go back to Massachusetts full time,” you quietly said after a few minutes.

“What?” he turned to look at you, needing to see if you meant it.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yeah. I never wanted to raise kids in LA, and you know I love Massachusetts. Let’s have these babies in the house you built for us,” you added.

He couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t that you’d ever expressed not wanting to live in Massachusetts full time; it was that he knew how much of your career was still in LA. With him, he was spending less and less time here, but you, it seemed it was more and more.

“How is that going to work with your career?”

You rolled slightly onto your side, then trailed your hand across his chest down his stomach to rest nonchalantly atop his manhood. Groaning, he wrapped one of his arms under his head.

“I’m taking a few years off.”

The shock had his junk jumping in your hand, making a wide smile spread across your face. “Wow, talk about talent,” you teased.

He rolled you onto your back and climbed on top of you, nestling himself between your spread thighs.

“Don’t play with me, Mrs. Evans.”

You smiled widely as you fondled him with one hand. Not being strong enough to have this conversation while you did that, he grabbed your hand and pressed it over your head, gripping you at your wrist.

“No fair,” you pouted.

“Say that again.”

You smiled, clearly loving that fact he was hanging by a flimsy piece of thread.

“I said I’m taking a few years off.”

He couldn’t stop his grin. “Really?”

“Yeah. What do you think? Would you want that?”

“You’re kidding. Of course, yes! It would be just the two of us day in, day out. No movie sets, no studio time, no photoshoots.”

“Eh-em, excuse you. You mean just the five of us,” you corrected.

It didn’t take him long to get it. You, him, babies, and Dodger.

“I love you, Mrs. Evans.”

“I love you, Mr. Evans.”

You kissed him once, then twice before your hands roamed down his back to grip his ass, making him moan and chuckle at the same time. He’d missed this and you.

“Hang on, baby; I gotta--,” he began.

“Ah, that after nut pee calls, huh. Fine. Go ahead. I'll just be here, pregnant and horny.”

He snorted and rolled off of you before hurrying to the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m coming back, cause—that sounds like a very pressing situation that needs my undivided attention.”

You giggled as he dipped into the bathroom. He hurried to the toilet and tried his best to aim properly but an erection and peeing straight made for a tricky situation. Once he’d gotten the hang of it and the common sense to curve his body a little, he was good and groaned long and loud as he relieved himself. The silence in the bathroom gave him the time to fully react to the prospect of moving back to Massachusetts full time for the next few years. He couldn’t wait. Life was about to change for the better.

Once finished, he flushed and washed his hands before stepping back into the room. He expected you to be lying on the bed, waiting for him, but the bed was empty. Thinking you might have found your way to the kitchen for a snack, he pulled his pajama pants off the floor and pulled them on before he walked out of the bedroom. He’d recently discovered that after sex, you craved something from the fridge. He walked down the hall leading to the staircase, but before he got there, a chill ran down his spine. It was this chill and almost like a psychic feeling that had him stop.

When he turned, there you stood in your pale pink kimono robe with Christiano behind you. His hand was around your neck, clasping it.

“What the--.” He made a move toward them, but Christiano pulled out a gun and pointed it to your stomach.

“I wouldn’t,” he began before he cocked the weapon. “Or I will pull this trigger, and there goes Evan Jr.”

Terror as he’d never felt before gripped his heart. “You wouldn’t risk her life.”

Christiano shoved the barrel of the gun more forcefully into your stomach, making you whimper loudly.

“Wouldn’t I? what’s the point of keeping her safe now? For her to end up with you? I think the fuck not!” Again he shoved the gun into you.

“Okay, hey, hey, stop. Don’t do this. Please.”

“Please?” Christiano snorted and pulled you more firmly against him. “Are you begging me finally? You’ve always been underneath me. I couldn’t understand why she would choose you over me. I’m better in every category.”

He nodded, with his hands raised.

“You’re right. You’re the better man, the better choice,” he agreed, deciding to play along and say whatever he wanted if it meant Uriah had a chance of getting away from him. He quickly tried to formulate a plan while he used his words to buy himself as much time as possible.

“I know! So why him, Uriah!?”

You remained quiet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Answer me! You better answer me with the truth, or I swear I’ll pull this trigger.”

“Answer hi, Dragonfly. It’s okay. Forever and a day.”

You scrunched your face and watched fresh heartbreak wash over you. “I—I fell in love with him, Tino. My soul recognized his as my home. It could only ever be him,” you replied. He signaled to you using his eyes and slight movements of his head, and he hoped you understood them.

He watched Christiano squeeze your neck tighter and press the gun more persistently into you, and he said a silent prayer.

“Fine,” Christiano began. He saw the moment when it all changed for him, and his threats no longer were empty words. “If I can’t have you. No one can.”

“Now, Riah!”

You threw your head back, colliding yours with his in a vicious headbutt that sent Christiano staggering backward a few steps and you stumbling before falling to the floor. In the chaos, Christiano dropped the gun allowing him to leap forward for the gun. In seconds Christiano was on him, fighting him for it. He tried to pull it from his clutches while turning it away from him or Uriah, but there was no fury like a man who’d lost everything.

Christiano managed to wrangle the gun from his grasp and pointed it to Uriah. In the blink of an eye, he knew what had to be done—the only thing he could do. Locking eyes with you, he said the only thing that mattered.

“I love you.”

He then dove for Christiano tracking him into the banister railing with enough force that broke it, sending both of them over the edge and down two and a half stories to the hard marble floor beneath. He could hear your piercing scream right before they collided with the floor, but once they made impact, the gun went off, and again Uriah screamed.

“Chris!”

~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

It all had happened in such a way that it was in slow motion but sped up. You couldn’t register anything until it was all said and done. You scurried to the banister and looked down. Neither of them moved, and your heart stopped. Gasping, you tried to remind your brain to send the signal for you to breathe. After a few seconds, you coughed while trying to hurry down the stairs. The tears in your eyes made it difficult to see what was in front of you, so you stumbled down the stairs. If it weren’t for your gripping the railing as you descended, you were sure you would have tumbled.

Once down to them, you dropped to your knees beside them and pulled at Chris’s body. He wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, Chris!”

He didn’t respond, and his body felt like dead weight. Your tears flowed more freely as you managed to roll him off. Once you had, you were able to see that it was Christiano who was shot and not Chris. Relief filled you, and you shook him more forcefully.

“Chris! Wake up, please. Please don’t leave me. Chris!”

Suddenly he erupted into a fit of choughs before they died down.

“Why are you always shouting at me, woman!?”

You gasped again. “Oh my god! You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m okay. I think,” he informed while trying to sit up. He then began examining you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

He then gripped his head as he groaned out, but it wasn’t long before he was moving toward you to pull you into his arms, not caring that he was covered in blood.

“Is he—is he dead?”

Chris leaned back to check Christiano’s pulse, then lowered his head. “Very dead.”

You clasped your hands over your mouth. “Oh my god. He—he tried--.”

Chris pulled you into him and hugged you tightly. “Come here. It’s okay.”

Somehow he managed to slide both of you from the body on the floor toward the wall. He held you tightly, then spoke.

“I don’t think I’ll call you crazy again after this.”

It was probably inappropriate, but you snorted then laughed, a laugh he joined in on. As suddenly as the laughter began, it ended.

“They’re crazy.”

“Bat shit,” Chris replied.

Any humor to be found in the situation was gone, and it turned into you crying in his shoulder, going through all the emotions from the entire night. There had been so much pain, so much destruction. You’d come close to losing everything more than once, and the culprit was lying dead on the floor before you. It was overwhelming, but somehow, you felt steeled to the fact that you’d just watched someone die.

You glanced over to Chris at the same moment he looked at you. He wiped the tears from your cheeks then spoke.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He then lowered his lips to your forehead and held you close.

Ten minutes later, the sirens of the police, ambulance, and fire trucks could be heard as they surrounded your property. The officers instantly took yours and Chris’s statements and any evidence lying around to prove what the two of you were professing, including the security footage. The EMS workers quickly covered Christiano’s body with a sheet as they rolled him into a body bag then pushed the gurney out of the house. You barely registered anything. Chris did most of the talking, not leaving one thing out. When they asked you about the events of the night, you stuttered and quickly became frazzled as everything finally caught up to you. That was when the detective Chris hired suggested meeting at the police station to continue, which would allow him to reveal his findings in his investigation.

After a quick change, you were sitting in the passenger side of Chris’s car as he drove you to the precinct. Your mind raced a mile a minute, but your lips remained zipped. The feel of Chris’s hand on your thigh was your tangible evidence that this was reality and not some soap opera plot. When you arrived at the precinct, the detective in charge of the case questioned you from the very beginning to the night's events. You did your best to remain calm and emotionless and were surprised that you didn’t feel the shame you’d felt about the entire situation prior to this night.

When the detective revealed new information divulged to him, from the detective Chris hired, about Christiano and what he’d truly been up to and how deep his plans really went, you could hardly stomach it. He’d secured another property in Russia and planned to bring you there. The way the information was revealed, it seemed like he planned on keeping you captive there. Hearing that, you almost passed out. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to kill Christiano again.

The questioning took a full hour, and at the end of it, you were exhausted and ready to put this entire thing behind you after dealing with Ana. With Chris’s arm around your waist, you walked out of the detective’s office onto the precinct's open floor. A loud scream brought your attention to several officers pulling Ana through with her hands cuffed behind her back.

“I demand you let me go. Do you know who I am!? I swear to god, I will have your badge, and you’ll never be a fucking cop again!”

“Wow, the mouth on her,” one of the officers teased.

“To think we found her hot in that Bond movie,” another piped up.

“Fuck you!”

You and Chris approached, curious as to what was going on. You hadn’t expected to see her until tomorrow when you and Chris executed the second part of your plan of confronting her while recording it to release it to the world, showing everyone who and what she really was. It would have been a one-two hit that she wouldn’t recover from. Her career would have been over.

“It’s been a big night,” the detective who’d just interviewed you said, standing beside you.

“I don’t understand. What’s going on? Why’s she here?”

“Your detective gave us plenty of information. By the way, impressive man, you should think about keeping him on your payroll. Anyway, we followed his leads, and it led right to her and her assistant, specifically her assistant’s car. This one took her assistant’s car and was the one behind the wheel when she ran into you. The traffic cams show it was an intentional hit.”

You saw red.

“What!”

“She tried to kill you,” Abel, the private detective, added, coming up beside Chris.

“What’s more, there were messages between her and Christiano White.”

Both yours and Chris’s heads spun to him to the police detective this time to find him nodding with a look on his face that said even he hadn’t encountered anything this bizarre before.

“They concocted this whole scheme together, beginning with the pictures of her in that eat shit sweater. This was set up with them. there is even evidence Christiano was poisoning you, Mrs. Evans.”

“Jesus,” Chris hissed.

You remained utterly silent and still letting Abel’s words fully process. It was a lot of information, but it was also vindication that you were in no shape or form crazy.

“Wh—what does all this mean?”

“It means she’s going to face a judge on a slew of charges that are quite serious. I can assure you both; there is no easy way of her getting out of any of this. No amount of money or connections will fix it. Her career is over,” the detective finished.

You both were speechless, and looking at Chris, he was too. You and Chris were led to somewhere you could sit for a few minutes to receive the paperwork for the night’s incident and the new information. While sitting, you used the time to catch your breath and wrap your head around everything. Neither of you could believe all you’d gone through. The more you thought about it, the more your confusion increased. One burning questioned remained. Why?

About ten minutes later, you and Chris were led toward the exit, but you caught sight of Ana to your right. You would have walked on, but the way she glared at you had you changing your mind in seconds. You let go of Chris’s hand and walked over to her.

“I have to know. Why? What was the point!?”

Ana bolted to her feet as if she planned to do something, but the officer behind her grabbed her arm, holding her to ensure she didn’t try anything. You weren’t worried.

“You don’t deserve anything you have. The fame, the popularity, and opportunities you don’t deserve any of it, especially Chris. He was supposed to be mine. That baby was supposed to be mine!”

You could hear the poison in her voice and see the sheer hatred for you shining brightly in her eyes. She truly meant this though she didn’t know one thing about you.

“You’re crazy as fuck. I hope it was worth it.” You reached back for Chris’s hand, knowing he was behind you. Lacing your fingers with his, you showed her all that her efforts had produced, then turned and began walking away.

“You low-grade black bitch!

In your head, you heard blaring sirens. The sound became so loud in a matter of seconds it had somewhat of a mind-altering effect. Chris released your hand as if he knew what was going to happen. You turned back to her and saw red.

“Oh I’ll show you how low grade this black bitch is!”

You ran to her, then tackled her to the floor. Once on top of her, you swung punch after punch, each slamming into her face. You didn’t care where they landed, didn’t care how hard you were hitting her either. There was a lesson she needed to learn, and the only way to learn it was getting her ass beat the right way—the black way. You felt hands trying to pull you off of her, but you were not having it. You held on to her hair, so when they tried to move you, they really helped you bald the bitch.

“See, I never learned to share when I was young! I’m—an—only—child!” With each enunciated word, you emphasized it with a punch. Ana’s screams were loud, but they weren’t louder than those alarms still sounding off in your head. Though she tried to fight back, it was futile, though.

“Learn this bitch! Don’t,” you dropped a punch to her nose. “Touch,” you slapped her with your open hand. “What,” you slapped her again, this time with the back of your hand. “is mine!”

From then, no one else tried to pull you off of her. You suspected it was Chris warning them. You managed to get off a few more punches when you were finally pulled off.

“Let me go!”

“Okay, calm down, Adonis Creed, that’s enough,” Chris shouted, trying to break through to you. You still struggled trying to get back to her, but Chris refused to let you go until you calmed down. You looked at Ana on the floor. She was barely moving, and her face was a bloody mess with several patches of her dark hair sprinkled around her. Satisfaction filled you. Raising your hand, you assured Chris you were good. Slowly he let you go, and you stooped down to her.

“Look at me.”

You waited for her writhing to stop and for her bloody, swollen eyes to land on you.

“Remember my name for the rest of your pathetic life. Remember that I’m that bitch!”

You grabbed her hair and held her head. “Try this shit again; you gonna lose your life.”

With that, you punched her one more time, knocking her clear out. Everyone around the precinct shouted out a collective “ooh.” You stood and walked away as they all cleared your path, most likely thinking you were crazy. Chris came beside you, took your hand, and walked back to the car with you. Once inside, you both sat there, silently processing everything. Five minutes passed in silence until you spoke.

“She did all this over dick, Chris. Dick,” you said in disbelief as you shook your head.

“I mean—my dick is A1.”

Your head spun to him. “Christopher!”

He laughed out loud while holding his hands up in defeat.

“Hey, don’t beat my ass too, I don’t want none,” Chris joked, making you laugh a little.

“Wow, remind me not to piss you off again. I don’t want any of what she got.”

You fake lunged at him with your still bloodied fists. “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

Both of you erupted with laughter before you embraced, relishing in the feeling of togetherness and your love. It was finally over; you thought as Chris pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

“Let’s get the fuck out of this town,” Chris suggested. You snorted and nodded.

“Let’s go home.”

Knowing where you meant, Chris smiled and kissed you once, then twice.

“Let’s,” he whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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theknightswhosay · 3 years

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“Next!” Zeke’s voice rebounded around the small audition room. A paper cup with luke-warm coffee was cooling in one hand whilst with the other rubbed his eyes under his old-fashioned glasses.

“I believe Mr Ackerman is the last one for the day,” said Grisha, sinking back into the chair beside him. Zeke shuddered as Grisha cracked his neck. It didn’t matter how long they had been sitting through interviews, surely the man knew how much Zeke hated it when he did that?

Erwin looked just as exhausted as Zeke felt, pressing his fingers into the deep hollow beneath his eyebrows and tipping his head back, slumped back over his chair. The door opened, and all three men turned to survey the twelfth and final interviewee of the day.

Zeke watched the short, dark-haired man as he moved to stand in the middle of the room where two solitary stools waited. As Erwin stood to greet the newcomer, Zeke was struck by the dramatic height difference between them.

“A pleasure to have you, Mr Ackerman!” said Zeke, stepping up to shake the man’s hand, “You’re our last audition of the day, and as you can imagine, we’re all just a teensy bit tired, so I really do apologise if we don’t exude our usual charm,” Grisha didn’t move, no doubt the old man was too tired at this point. Zeke, on the other hand, always had plenty of energy, “now this here is Erwin Smith, whom you might recognise.

Levi turned to Erwin and the two men shook hands, Erwin cracking his dazzling Hollywood grin whilst Levi just scowled at him with mistrust in his eyes. Zeke was already loving the way they looked together: dark and light, tall and short, confident and cranky. What a pair. He was already imagining the great photo ops.

“Please, take your time, whenever you’re ready,” Zeke said, stepping away from the two men, one hand over his heart, one hand gesturing towards the rest of the room.

As Levi rolled back his shoulders and got into character, Zeke stared at him in curiosity. The young man’s slim build was complemented by black, skin-tight jeans; scuffed leather Doc Martens and a loose scarf falling over his oversized shirt in defiance of the smooth Californian weather. He looked every bit the art-school nobody that he was.

Moving to the other side of the room, Erwin took a seat on one of the stools. In his simple, yet expensive Armani t-shirt and beige slacks, he was the picture of a Hollywood actor.

Zeke’s eyes followed Levi as he moved towards the door to enter into the scene. This was it. If this Levi guy was no good, Zeke had no idea what they were going to do. How many people had they auditioned so far? He’d lost count at fifty. Erwin was perfect, but they desperately needed someone who could match him.

“And...ACTION!” Zeke announced.

Levi took a step into the room. The dialogue began and flowed naturally. Zeke did not have to look at the script to know Levi had memorized every single word in it. The more he watched them interact, the heavier Zeke’s breathing became; the air in the room thickened until it settled on his tongue like toffee. Excitement began to build in his chest.

“You are wrong,” Erwin spoke his lines accurately, an expression so noble and heartfelt in his face that Zeke was overwhelmed. “The best option for me is to gamble everything in this battle-"

“Oi, oi, oi!!”

Levi’s voice cut through, loud and sudden, making Zeke jump in his seat. Only then Zeke realized he hadn’t blinked once since they had started the scene. Levi’s expression darkened, sending shivers down Zeke’s spine.

“Cut the bullshit.” Levi continued, completely immersed in his role, “If you keep using those excuses on me, I’ll break your fucking legs...”

Erwin looked away.

Levi moved to stand in front of him.

Zeke could not decide which one of them to look at.

“You’re not going anywhere, you hear me?” Levi hissed, his hand going to Erwin’s shirt to pull him closer.

That wasn’t the line, but Zeke could care less. It worked perfectly. His knuckles gripped the arms of his chair so tight he thought his circulation might cut off.

“I’m your commander. We will do as I say,” Erwin followed along, rising on his feet to push Levi against the wall behind them. His expression hardened; his voice was coarse and his thick eyebrows furrowed. Zeke forgot to breathe.

With his back against the wall, Levi held Erwin’s gaze for the longest time. Deep blue eyes drawing him closer and closer with every breath. Levi’s hands clasped the fabric of Erwin’s shirt around his arms.

“CUT!” Zeke yelled, louder than he had intended.

He turned to find Grisha with his mouth agape, just as surprised and entranced as Zeke had been. It took a moment for the man to remember himself, shut his mouth, and clear his throat.

“That was…” Grisha began, eyes wide, “Well. Thank you very much gentlemen, we will let you know our decision soon.”

Zeke ushered both men out into the hall where their assistant would take care of them. After the door was closed, Zeke finally turned to Grisha.

“ Oh my god, we simply have to cast these two.”

“Well, hang on a second, wasn’t that a bit over the top?” Grisha asked, going over the script he had just finished typing a few days ago. “They improvised some of those lines. Do you think Mr Isayama would approve?”

“I'm pretty sure he wrote their characters with the same intention. And this is our version of the story anyway, we can do whatever the hell we want, and I don’t know about you but I want more homoerotic sexual tension. Definitely.”

“Zeke, you always want more homoerotic sexual tension. Just remember that this is going to air on Netflix. We’re talking about a Western audience. You know what happened last time…” both men shuddered, “And that was just Europe. We are in America now. We’ll be all over the Internet…again.”

“Good! Free advertising for us!”

Grisha sighed. “You’ll be the one giving the conferences when the shit hits the fan.”

“Grisha, we’ve been doing this for how many years now? I dare you to mention one time we’ve seen such chemistry between two actors. No really, tell me, I’ll wait.”

“I'm not saying I didn’t like it. I did. I liked it a lot. That may be the problem.”

“It has to be them,” Zeke insisted, firmly.

“Fine,” Grisha huffed with a resigned sigh. He pulled his phone out to send a text message. “I’ll let the agent know our decision for the cast has been made.”

@xiankar and I have been busy writing this fun little Eruri Actors AU! The first chapter is up now xxx

#eruri #snk #Shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #erwin smith #levi ackerman #actors AU #AU #fluff #drabbles #eruri fic #eruri fanfiction #snk fic #snk fanfiction #my fics

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dramaqueeenamby · 3 years

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Waves: The Read

A/N: I am a shady bitch, and I regret nothing. Also, if ya’ll remember, Mercedes is Summer’s publicist/manager. I mentioned that in a few waves, so don’t get confused, friends!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2K

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TAGS: @notacamelthatsmywife @babe-im-bi @liquorlaughslove @letsshamelessqueen-m @missyperle @valkryienymph @tashawar @mani-lifes @missdforever @hello-therree @toni9 @queenshikongo3

"How many solos has my sister had?"

The room grew quiet, all eyes on the speaker. They’d just finished a number, or rather, Finn and Rachel had just finished a number. The rest of the students served more as props than singers. Ad-libs only constituted so much.

Mr. Schue’s smile dimmed. Slightly. "W—what?"

Alexus shrugged, motioning around the room. "Or any of the kids whose names aren’t Flipper or Rachel?"

"It’s Finn."

"I don’t care," she dismissed, eyes still on the instructor. "I’ve been here a whole week, and not once have I seen someone other than Cher and Sonny score solos."

Mr. Schue scoffed, crossing his arms. "Now, hold on a second, I treat all my students fairly. Any student is allowed to audition for a solo—"

"And how many who have auditioned actually received one, other than your prized pupils?"

Mercedes stood up. "Alexus—"

"No." Alexus lifted her hand and looked over at her sister. "This isn’t right, and you’re too kind and understanding to say anything, so I will."

"You’re out of line, Alexus."

She laughed, looking back at him. "Out of line? I’m not one of your little students, and you’re not going to shut me down like you do them. I’m going to say what I want and need to say, and then I’ll leave, but you’re going to catch this read, first."

"And, cut!"

Summer broke from character and offered Matthew a fake smile before turning away and catching Amber’s gaze. They shared an unspoken exchange, one that caused Amber to laugh after Summer rolled her eyes.

Summer didn’t know why she was so weary about accepting this role. Only 10% of it was acting, the rest was her actually reading the problematic cast members, which was all but a handful. But, to fulfill her petty side and get paid?

It was a double win.

Summer noticed Ryan was speaking with Lea, which ignited another eye roll. She was the guest star, not that Barbara Streisand wannabe. Still, Summer counted her blessings, because she could only take Ryan in small doses. He wasn’t as bad as his prized actress, but it was the fact that he allowed her to treat everyone like shit that made her think less of him.

Perhaps she was spoiled in the sense that every other director she’d had the privilege of working for would never tolerate such behavior. She had to accept that Hollywood was a game, and the rules changed constantly.

"Someone was having fun," Mercedes, Summer’s assistant chimed, coming to walk beside her.

Summer feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Mercedes smirked. "Yeah, right. You weren’t acting. You were giving them all a piece of your mind."

Summer retained her smile as they reached her trailer, Summer opening the door so Mercedes could enter first. "Are you trying to insinuate that I was using my job to tell these people how I really feel?"

"I surely was."

As soon as the door closed, Summer confessed. "You know me so well."

The two laughed. "Girl, you know Lea is probably complaining to Ryan right now."

Summer sucked her teeth. "You know she is." Walking over to the kitchenette area, she turned on the Keruig and opened the drawer to select a pod. Her hand ghosted between the caramel and the dark magic, before she settled for caramel. "That black bitch—"

Mercedes snickered. "You sound just like her."

Summer frowned as she insert the pod and selected 8oz. "God, you’re right. I have to have to get out of here."

Smiling, Mercedes swiped down to refresh her emails. "Hey, look at it this way, you keep up this level of performance, and you’re a shoe-in for that Primetime Emmy.

The idea of adding another award to her resume was more than enough to keep Summer focused and dedicated. As a dark skinned black woman, she had to work ten times harder just to remain 20 steps behind. Anything she could do to push herself, she cherished.

Summer added creamer and sugar to her coffee, blowing before taking a sip. "After this, I need a quick break."

Mercedes hummed. "Umm, about that—"

"No."

"Summer—"

"No, Cedes, I’ve been working back to back since I scored 4AM, I think I’ve earned a little vacation time."

"I don’t disagree." Mercedes raised her hands in surrender.

"Thank you," Summer nodded, taking another sip of her coffee.

"But—"

"Here you go."

"I’m just saying, I’m hearing rumors about a potential role that’s gonna start casting in a couple of months."

Summer rolled her eyes and brought the mug to her mouth. "And?"

"And." Mercedes also rolled her eyes. "It’d be perfect for you."

"Mmmhmm."

"Summer," Mercedes lowered her voice. "It’s Storm."

Summer narrowed her eyes. "Storm?" Mercedes nodded. "You don’t mean—"

"X-Men Storm? I surely do."

Summer gasped and covered her mouth. "Bitch!"

"I know!" Mercedes giggled, shushing her client. "So do you see why I want you to keep your options open?"

Summer downed the remainder of her coffee and washed her mug in the sink all the while still stuck on the information she’d been told. "Do you really think I could be Storm?"

"Summer, please, you won an Oscar for your first Hollywood role. You’re a shoe-in."

"What about Shipp?"

"Shipp can skip her ass off somewhere."

The two women laughed when a knock on the trailer door prompted Summer to walk over, opening and smiling when she saw Amber. "Hey girl, come on in."

"I wish." Amber rolled her eyes. "Lea’s ready to start filming again. I mean, Ryan is ready to start filming again."

"You’ve got to be kidding me." Summer checked the watch on her wrist. "It hasn’t even been twenty minutes."

Amber sighed. "You know the saying. She says jump. We say—"

"Trip, bitch."

Amber laughed, as Summer looked back at Mercedes, pointing a finger. "This conversation isn’t over."

Mercedes winked at Summer, the two actresses sauntering back onto set.

Summer wondered if Lea had been listening outside her trailer, because it seemed as if Ms. Michele was purposely antagonizing Summer. Any scenes they had together, Lea would abruptly call cut and give Summer "pointers," all the while Ryan sat in his chair and said nothing.

Summer, forever the professional, managed to keep her composure, but there was only so much she could take.

Finally, when it came time for Summer to film her final scene, she saw an opportunity.

"Alright, and action!"

"I just want you to know that despite your distasteful behavior toward me, I hold no animosity and hope that one day you can release your unwarranted rage, and we can be cordial once I’m on Broadway."

Alexus turned to Rachel and tilted her head, crossing her arms. "I don’t like you. Never have, never will."

Rachel’s smile faltered. "Well, I-I’m sorry you feel that way, but--."

"Let me explain something to you, Berry. This is Lima, Ohio. The biggest thing we have going for us here is Breadstix, a restaurant chain that’s been on it’s last leg since that lawsuit filed by the kid who got two breadsticks stuck up her nostrils."

"I’m much better now."

Alexus ignored Britany and continued. "So, I’ll give you this, this small town notoriety and fame, because I know and you know, that once you actually make it out into the real world, reality is going to slap you so hard, you won’t need to have a nose job."

"Alexus—"

"Your stardom is limited to this pathetic town and its almost entirely pathetic population. And don’t get me wrong, you’re very good at manipulating and controlling individuals, because you can. For now. But, let’s be real, your voice isn’t anything I haven’t heard coming from street singers in NYC. Face it, you don’t have the talent nor the looks to make it into this big star you think you’re going to be. NYADA?" Alexus laughed. "Maybe you’ll make it, I doubt it, and even if you do, once you realize how utterly mediocre your narcissistic ass truly is compared to real talent, you’ll come crying back to Lima and spend the rest of your life working nights at Breadstix while watching reruns of Funny Girl on a goodwill VHS player." A beat. "Now, how’s that for raining on your parade?"

"And, cut!"

——

PRESENT TIME

"Christopher, stop!" Summer laughed as Chris came from behind and lifted her up against his solid frame. "I’m trying to do my makeup."

"You don’t need it," he murmured into her neck. "It’s going to end up all over the pillows anyw—"

"Sir!"

"Autumn."

"Would you please leave me alone?" Summer managed to wiggle herself free from her husband, flipping him off when he slapped her ass. "I am a human being."

"Allegedly."

"Alleged—lemme stop before I end up going to jail." She leaned over and examined her skin, feeling for the tackiness to see if her primer had settled. "This is why I can never do my makeup right. If it’s not him, it’s the twins."

We wanna see the babies!

I don’t get it. Why is she always so mean to him???

^^^^You must be new around here…

What makeup do you use?

Summer caught the last comment and grabbed her foundation and concealer, flashing them on the camera. "You know I have to support my girl, Ri. It’s Fenty Beauty all day everyday over here, ya’ll."

More comments came rolling in, Summer partially paying attention while she tried to do her makeup. Chris was taking her out on a date, the first they’d been on since the birth of the twins.

Summer was actually excited. She was in much need of alone time with her husband.

She grabbed the Snap shadow and blending brush when she noticed majority of the comments kept mentioning Lea Michele.

She didn’t even attempt to hide her distaste. "Why are ya’ll asking me about that girl? Did something happen?" Different stories were coming in prompting Summer to do her own research. "Baby, can I see your phone?"

Without hesitation, Christopher jogged into the bathroom, grabbing onto Summer’s hips while she typed Lea’s name into google.

Five minutes into reading, Summer slammed his phone onto the counter.

"Finally!"

"You’re paying for that," Chris muttered, grabbing his phone, thankful that it wasn’t cracked.

"Sorry, baby." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before looking into her phone. "Ya’ll, okay, most of you should remember I played Mercedes sister, Alexus, on Glee, right?" A wave of "yes" rolled in. "So, I’ve worked with the bitch, and I am not exaggerating when I say bitch. That heifer is literally the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of working with."

Summer pushed Christopher out the bathroom, in case her adding onto the Lea Michele drag train somehow ended up bad. "Now, I’d heard she was a nightmare, but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

"But, literally the first time I walked onto set and introduced myself to her, she looked me up and down, turned up her nose, and walked away." Summer clapped and covered her mouth. "It took everything in me not to call her ass out, but it was my first day, and I didn’t want to cause a scene."

"Obviously, I was a recurring star on the show so I would make appearances throughout the series, and each time I was there, she treated me, and everyone around her, like trash."

"Okay, but here’s the real tea, you know that read Alexus gave Rachel in season 3? That wasn’t in the script." Summer laughed at the comments. Her fans were freaking out. "My line ended when I told her I didn’t like her or something, but it was my last day of filming, and I’d literally had enough of her."

Even more comments came rolling in of laughing, frog, and tea emojis. Summer sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip. "Ya’ll, her white ass thought she was gone’ be a thirty something Maria from West Side Story on broadway." A beat. "Somebody had to let her know!"

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfiction #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth x black!reader #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x black!oc #fic: waves

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skateboardtotheheart · 3 years

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Domestic Headcanons

I wrote a fic in which the band were all alive and living together in their early twenties, and @zendrella sent me questions about what them all living together would be like.

**Established Willex, Julynn, and Ruke/PeterPatter in these**

- The band moved in to a large, expensive Hollywood apartment when the boys were 19 and Julie was 18. Their first two albums, released when they were all still in high school, had blown up across the country and the world, so they had plenty of money. They were able to buy their own apartment/house/whatever you want to call it with four bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, bathrooms, and an in-unit washer/dryer

- They still use the Molina’s garage as their studio- partially out of nostalgia because they have so many good memories there and partially out of convenience because Ray doesn’t make them pay and Julie gets to see her family pretty much every day

This got really long so read more under the cut!!

- Since they were already with their significant others when they moved in, Julie and Alex had offered for Flynn and Willie to live with them, too; they certainly had the space. Both turned down the offer, though, because Flynn was attending UCLA for music business and wanted the dorm experiences, and the apartment was just a little too far of a commute for Willie when he had to work at the Hollywood Ghost Club, so the skater has his own place that wasn’t too far away from the band’s

- It takes another two years after they all move in for Reggie and Luke to get together. Julie had been dating Flynn for six months by the time they got the apartment, and Willie and Alex had been together since they were 17. The four of them team up to stage an Intervention with Luke and Reggie so they would finally admit their feelings

- After the Intervention, suddenly Reggie's room becomes completely useless because he's always sleeping in Luke's. Eventually (read: within a week) it becomes their room, and they turn Reggie's old room into a guest space for Julie or Luke's families, or as the space they go to when they want to have a sleepover in their own house (usually with Flynn and Willie, too)

- When it comes to cooking, Julie is surprisingly enough the one Not Allowed in the kitchen. Yeah, she can cook pasta and stuff, but one time she tried to make one of her aunt's recipes for the boys and accidentally set off every fire alarm in their Very Large apartment and maybe a couple of the ones in the apartment above them too

- None of them are great bakers, honestly, but since they're at the studio basically every day, Ray is constantly sending them home with different baked goods from both him and Victoria. When it comes to cookies, though?? There is not a single chef/baker in the world who compares to Luke's cookies. He's never burned them once, can make basically any type the band can think of, and he never uses a recipe??? They're just freaking perfect every time and the rest of them Do Not Understand

- Luke stress bakes most often, but sometimes it’s Reggie in the kitchen at 3AM and he makes the best pie any of them have ever tasted??? But if you try to get Reggie to bake at any other time it always comes out burned or misshapen or just something's a little off and you can't tell what but it's possible he mixed up the baking powder and baking soda and holy fuck Reg is this olive oil???

- Reggie makes the best coffee, but he also disgusts each and every one of them because he drinks it black??? What the fuck, man???

- Alex does the cooking more often than not, with a few nights a week reserved for Luke or Reggie to make dinner, but it's Luke who's in charge of grocery shopping. You'd think, like the rest of his life, it would be a chaotic mess, but in reality he would always go grocery shopping with his mom, every time without fail until he moved out. Emily always knew all the best deals, where to get the Good Coupons, and how to masterfully budget the amount of groceries they would need. She didn't even really teach Luke, but he'd managed to pick it all up. They discovered this the first time the band tried to go shopping, when the rest of them were confused and goofing off a little and Luke came out of nowhere with price calculations in his head and telling them "no, no, no, grab this one, it's less expensive and actually tastes better”

- Whenever they do the dishes, Luke is not allowed to put things away because even thought they’ve lived there for two years already he's the only one who does not seem to understand that THE SILVERWARE GOES IN THE DRAWER BY THE STOVE and THE GLASSES DO NOT GO WITH THE PLATES

- When they can’t sleep, they all get midnight snacks, but Alex is the most likely to get one almost every night. It surprises all of them because Alex is the healthiest eater yet his midnight snacks are always something sugary or very much not his usual healthy food. They lowkey blame Willie for getting Alex hooked on certain sugary foods because the skater has the Sweetest of sweet tooths

- They all stay up way too late, but it's a different person depending on the night. If they've done a gig or a concert, then it's definitely all of them. On weekends Alex and Reggie like to stay up late together to watch SNL reruns. Sometimes Luke and Julie have to physically be dragged to bed because they're working themselves ragged over a new song. Since Alex and Julie don’t get to spend as many nights with their significant others, if Willie or Flynn is over chances are everyone is getting less sleep than usual. Sometimes it’s because the couples get a little too loud and sometimes it’s just the excitement of seeing each other and all six of them start goofing off around the apartment

- Reggie is the designated "would you please go tell the neighbors to fuck off" person. Reggie loves talking to people even though he's kind of an introvert, and when they were moving in he made an effort to go say hi and introduce himself. Reggie has by far the best relationship with their neighbors, so he's usually the one who kindly asks them to quiet down a little because Luke and Julie are in Writing Mood and the noise is making them stressed, which is making Alex stressed, which makes Reggie want to vacate the premises as soon as humanly possible. Considering they're a band in their early 20s, the four of them are actually the quietest apartment in the building

- Julie, though, Julie's the one willing to yell at their neighbors. She may be small and innocent looking, and she really does hate confrontation, but she can destroy you with a single damn look that makes you regret your entire life. The other three just let stuff go usually, but after about 10 incidents of neighbor issues that aren't noise, Julie gets ready to blow and the boys just stand back and let it happen. They tried to stop her once and just got caught in the crossfire. It's even worse if Flynn has been staying over when Julie gets mad because Flynn will hype her up and support her even if she has no idea what the neighbors did

- For the most part they all do their own laundry because they have an in-unit washer dryer, so it's easy to just throw in a load, but if they're doing all their clothes or towels and things at once, Julie is definitely in charge of the laundry. The boys do not understand the concept of delicates or how to properly wash bras and things, so Julie does Not let them touch her clothes. She's had too many shirts shrunk in the wash because of them. And the boys' clothes never seem to come out cleaner than when Julie washes them. The one thing they all insist on washing themselves are underwear and sheets (because let's face it, all of them are in a relationship and things are bound to get at least a little messy, and they might be Close with each other, but no one needs to deal with that when doing the laundry)

- When it comes to holidays, decorating is always, always, always a group activity. They invite Flynn and Willie over when they do, and it becomes like a little party with the six of them. They dress up for whatever they're decorating for (in Halloween costumes, Santa hats and reindeer antlers for Christmas, reds and pinks for Valentine's day) and make hot chocolate, no matter the time of year. The entire apartment looks like holidays threw up on it, but it makes them smile and laugh every time, so they always do it

That’s all I’ve got right now!! If you have any questions about who does what or anything, feel free to send them my way and maybe I’ll do a part 2!! If you made it this far thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #headcanons #willex #julynn #ruke #peterpatter #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #flynn jatp #willie jatp #fanfic

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one-more-fangirl · 3 years

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Hidden talent - Luke Patterson

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AU: alive! luke patterson x oc

summary: in a world were none of the boys have died and instead live in the same timeline as julie, luke’s girlfriend has a hidden talent only her mother knows about

warnings: slight cursing, nothing much

a/n: this is the first thing that i publish, and i’m still trying to figure out how tumblr works, so if anyone reads this, please bear with me people

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Heather had been friends with Alex since they were in diapers. Every memory of her childhood she had, he was there too, since the beginning. The only ones she had he wasn’t in were the ones at family meetings. He was even there when she went to the dentist! That’s how tight these two were.

So it was kind of inevitable her meeting his band. Sunset Curve had been all he and Julie —her other best friend, along with Flynn— could talk about since they had started it. They had met the other members in the music program, something Heather had never even thought about joining, regardless of how many times her mother had told her she had an incredible voice and should definitely let the world listen to it. However, the raven haired girl preferred to keep her voice to herself, like her small little secret.

Meeting Luke and Reggie —she already knew Bobby— was easily one of the best things that could’ve happened to her. She hit it off with them instantly, as she had never really had any trouble with making friends —she was the sociable one out of the Heather-Alex duo, and the mom friend out of the “Triple Trouble” trio. Her and Flynn had denominated themselves as the band’s managers and marketing team, and the others had to admit, they were doing a pretty good job.

While Flynn took the social media part, promoting the band on every platform she could think of and posting stuff like teases of new songs, short rehearsal videos and performance dates and places; Heather had taken the people approach. She had recruited her cousin, Willie —who she suspected only wanted to help her because he had a massive crush on Alex, and not because he “wanted to help his favorite cousin”—, and they had both skated the streets of LA, putting up posters and throwing them around, telling people to “tell their friends!”, a catch phrase Reggie had come up with.

[...]

“I got us a night at The Hollywood Club!” Heather entered the Molina garage with a proud smile and arms on the air, getting immediate cheers “I know, I know, I’m awesome” she bowed.

“Hey, I was there too” Willie pushed her aside, leaving his skate on a corner and plopping on the piano seat “In fact, if it wasn’t for Caleb owing me one, you wouldn’t have gotten that gig. I’m his messenger boy”

“Okay, listen you little shit, it was me that had to offer herself to clean the place up after the show, so I don’t wanna hear any more lies coming out from you” she narrowed her eyes at her cousin, but the skater only rolled his eyes.

Luke, beaming, reached out to Heather’s arm, pulling her onto the couch with him. The two had been dating for nearly three months, and anyone that didn’t know that could’ve thought they’d been together for years, just by seeing how deeply they cared for each other. Alex had been a tad overprotective of the girl when Luke started to flirt with her, but Julie and Flynn made him realize that if anyone could match Heather’s adventurous and forward personality, it was Luke.

Heather came up with an idea, something to do, and most people —including Alex, who over the years earned experience in this kind of things— would disregard it immediately, because it sounded, and most likely was, crazy. Not Luke. Luke would just smile and do it with her. Hype her up even. They found in each other a safe to talk, the craziest ideas and dreams coming to life. Still, they knew when to draw the line, and realize that maybe cliff diving in the middle of November wasn’t the best thing to do.

Luke liked to get the things he planned, make them real, and with Heather he felt like it was possible. Sure, he had the band to make his music dreams come true, but —and this can come out as shocking— he wasn’t just music. There were so many other things he wanted, and Heather was the first person that encouraged him to let them all out, the first person that listened to all the things he wasn’t as good at but he still liked, and forced him to get out of the studio to do them.

They were basically perfect for each other.

“Besides,” Flynn had pointed out with a teasing smirk and a knowing look that was also in Julie’s eyes “you’re going to end up dating her cousin, so it’ll be fair in no time” Alex had left that conversation blushing like a fool and with his mind a little more at peace.

“You’re incredible, babe” the lead guitarist kissed her cheek “When is it?”

“This Friday night” she answered, making herself comfortable in his arms “That gives you two days to rehearse some songs, maybe even come up with a new one. How’s my musical genius doing with that, Jules?”

“We have a few lyrics left on Finally Free, but I’m sure that we can have it done and perfected by Friday” she smiled, showing her adorable tooth gap “I’m gonna need to borrow your boyfriend for that, though”

“Sure, two musical geniuses work better than one. Meanwhile, Reggie and I have a date”

“Huh?” Luke’s head turned so fast, Heather thought for a second it would snap from his neck.

“Yeah, we’re going to watch the last Star Wars movie. We told you guys to come and you didn’t wanna, so we’re going by ourselves” Reggie could barely contain his excitement, the smile on his face making it impossible for Heather not to copy him.

“Speaking of which... if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late. Let’s go!” the girl pecked her boyfriend as a goodbye, ruffling Bobby’s hair after and blew a kiss to both girls and her best friend.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Willie pouted, but Heather only kissed her middle finger and flipped him off “Love you too, cuz!” he called, but Reggie and her were already out and the only response he got was his light laugh.

[...]

The two friends were meeting Carrie Wilson at the theatre. Nobody would’ve guessed that the lead of Dirty Candy liked Star Wars, but Heather had known her since kindergarten, and she knew the girl.

They all technically knew her, being Bobby’s fraternal twin and all, but the boys didn’t consider her an actual friend until the girls started inviting her to their hang outs, seeing as they were all friends. Luke and her often had friendly bickering of which band was better, Reggie discovered that she could be a wonderful addition to the mischievous duo Heather and him had formed, and Alex found his perfect dance partner one night playing Just Dance. It was safe to say that she had been welcomed into the group.

“You guys are playing at The Hollywood Club?!” was the first thing he strawberry blond said when they arrived.

“Tell your friends!” Reggie winked, then turned to Heather “Damn, Flynn is fast. We have good managers”

“That you do, Reg” she passed her arm over his shoulders. It was a little awkward, because she stood on her tippy toes, but they made it work.

“Can you get me a performance too?” Carrie pouted and made puppy eyes “I need a marketing team like yours”

“C’mon Care, it’s literally my cousin and I in his skate and my roller skates and Flynn with a phone and Wi-Fi. You could do that too” Heather waved it off “Plus, you can have daddy make a call and you’ll be able to play at the Madison Square Garden. Shit, we could do that too, we have Bobby. Why am I putting so much effort into this?”

“You know I’m trying to earn my own spot, Heath. Being famous because my dad isn’t as satisfying as knowing I made a place sold out because they liked me and not the daughter of Trevor Wilson”

“You’re doing great, Carrie” Reggie encouraged “Your songs are good, and your dance moves are killer. People don’t just go to your shows to see if they can meet your dad”

“Thanks Reggie, but I’m pretty sure you only go to my shows to see Kayla” she smirked, and both girls watched their friend flush red.

“T-That’s not true!”

“Really? I guess I won’t give her your number then; she’ll be real disappointed”

“She asked for my number?”

But Carrie just chuckled and walked ahead with Heather by the arm, leaving the gaping boy behind for a few seconds before he snapped back into the real world and chased after them, asking the same question again.

“I’ll see what I can do for ya” Heather smiled “But you’ll have to fight Luke by yourself when he finds out I’m helping our rivals” she finished in a dark tone, laughing along with Carrie.

“Yes! You’re the best Heath!” she squeezed her in her arms.

[...]

Friday arrived sooner than planned, and that left Flynn and Heather to get the band’s asses to the place. Flynn was on the phone with Caleb, assuring him that they were just stuck in traffic and they’d be there soon. They were actually trying to calm Alex down.

“Hey, look at me. Bird, look at me” Heather had her hands on his shoulders, doing her best to get him to breathe with her “You’re the best drummer I know-”

“I’m the only drummer you know, Feathers!” the anxious boy stressed.

“You’re the best drummer I know!” she exclaimed over him “This isn’t any different from our other gigs. You’re gonna get up on that club’s stage, and you’re gonna kill it. I’m gonna be on the side of the stage like I always am, with Flynn. I’m there if you need anything, which you won’t because once you get into the song, you’ll be crazy amazing”

“Okay, I can do this” he nodded to himself, taking deep breaths along his best friend.

“Hell yeah you can” she laughed softly “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so”

“Great, then let’s go people! We have an audience to impress!” the others, behind them, cheered with her and started to go to Ray’s van, were the instruments were waiting.

“Hey” Alex took a hold of Heather’s wrist “Thanks, Feathers” he smiled at her, using the nickname he gave her when they were three.

“I’m always gonna be there for you, Alex. You know that. I’m the Feathers to your Bird, we’re a package deal” she smiled back, then wrapped her arms around him “I love you”

“I love you too”

[...]

Alex did amazing. Obviously.

The whole band was incredible, and the people in the club absolutely loved them. Heather had stayed at the side of the stage like she promised, but from where she stood she could spot Flynn with Carrie, Willie, Nick and Kayla all jamming and moving their bodies along to the song in their chairs. She clapped and hollered once the show was over, a huge smile adorning her face.

“You were right” the man himself, Caleb, clapped next to her “They are really good”

“I told you, dude. Any chance we’re able to play here again?”

“I’ll call you” he offered, and Heather didn’t think it twice before shaking hands with him “I’m closing in half an hour, and I want this place spotless for tomorrow” he smirked.

“I thought you were joking! You have people for that”

“A deal is a deal” and he left. Heather groaned and threw her head back.

“Why the frown, Princess?” at the voice of her boyfriend, the smile was back on her face.

Luke was a sweaty mess, not that she cared. She took a couple of seconds to admire his “after show” glow. Because yes, he was glowing —both literally, because sweat, and figuratively. After every performance, there was a glow to all of them, pure happiness radiating from them. You could see it in their smiles and heavy breaths, but Heather liked to see how their eyes glinted with the ecstasy of doing what they loved. It appeared while they were on stage, and it stayed for some time after performing in front of an audience. When they were rehearsing or jamming in the studio it was more relaxed, content, but on a show it was almost magical.

“What are you looking at?” Luke laughed after drinking some water, with his eyes squinting as he smiled out of pure glee.

Heather too his sweaty face in her hands and planted a firm kiss on his lips. She had never cared if the boy was sweaty and therefore by hugging or kissing him she’d get all dirty and smelly. If she wanted to show him affection, then she would.

“You guys killed it up there” she told him after a moment with a proud smile “Amazing, baby”

“Thanks, Heaths. Sang that solo for you” he added with a smirk, hand slipping around her waist.

“I saw” she answered as she passed her arms over his shoulders and around his neck “You looked really good while doing it too” the smirk widened and the hold tightened, bringing her closer to him to kiss her again.

“Take your lovey dovey acts somewhere else!” Bobby booed, nearing his friends.

“Hey, just because your sorry ass is alone doesn’t mean you have to hate on us” the raven haired girl replied with a teasing smile.

The boy scrunched his face and mocked her, which went back and forth between the two until Heather’s teasing and playful smile turned to a excited one.

“Wait! Oh, she’s looking again!” confused, the rhythm guitarist went to look behind him, but Heather shot her hand to stop him “Don’t look! Not yet... Okay now. See that pretty blond? She’s been eyeing you all night, dude!”

“For real? You think I should go talk to her?”

“Are you stupid? Of course you should go talk to her, did you not hear what I just said? Wait, here, clean some of this sweat” she took a towel and dabbed it over him, then pushed him forward when he didn’t move “Move, Bobs!”

“Thanks Heaths!”

The couple watched their friend jog over to the girl and introduce himself, saying something that she found funny. “I’m an amazing wing woman”

[...]

The club was officially closed. After a couple of Caleb’s songs, that Heather had danced to with Flynn —more like they made a fool of themselves, but at least they had fun— and then she helped them put their instruments back in the van. Now, she held a mope in her hands, swinging aimlessly from side to side, humming to the band’s songs.

“I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream...” she picked up the pace of the song, closing her eyes as she jumped on top of a chair, spinning on her spot and using the mope as a micro “And we’re standing on the edge of great!”

The girl continued to sing her heart out, unaware of the pair of eyes that followed her very movement, watching the private show she put up for herself. When she finished the song, she let out a content sigh and a small chuckle.

“Woah” the word escaped Luke’s mouth before he could stop himself, causing Heather to jump and turn around.

The boy stood just by the entrance, an awestruck expression on his face. Red flushed Heather’s face, and she opened her mouth to stutter out something, but Luke didn’t let her, taking long strides to her.

“Heather, that was incredible! Why didn’t you tell us you could sing like that?”

“I usually like to keep the singing to myself, when I jam with you guys it’s quiet”

“Babe, you could be the lead singer of Sunset Curve! I’ll retire if that means you get to show everyone your voice”

“No” she quickly dismissed “Do not give up your dreams, Luke Patterson, you’re not allowed to do that. Not for me, not for anyone”

“But, Heath, your voice!” Luke was making big gestures, trying to get his point through.

He couldn’t understand how his girlfriend didn’t let anyone know of her huge talent. When he walked inside of the club again to help her, he couldn’t have imagined the scene that was playing in front of him, how she looked so carefree. She sounded like a goddess. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

“I don’t like to be in the spotlight, Luke” she explained “You guys were born to perform in front of people, but I like to keep it behind closed doors. You understand that, right?” she took his hands, looking up at him through her lashes. He sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, I get it. But I really hope it’s not the last time I hear you sing” Heather laughed and shook his head, as Luke’s face lit up with an idea “Oh! You could perform for all of us in the studio! You’re cool with that, right?”

“I’ll sing with you and perform with you at the studio” she agreed, squealing when he picked her up and twirled her around “But you have to promise that if you guys record it, it won’t end up on social media”

“Of course, anything you need” he nodded quickly, bringing her lips to his “If I get to hear that voice again, I’ll even sell my guitar”

“I told you not to joke with that!” she chastised, hitting him on the chest and getting out of his hold. She rolled her eyes at his laughter and smirked to herself, handing him a piece of cloth “Make yourself useful and clean those tables, Rockstar”

Luke frowned, but complied.

He made her sing along with him in his car all the way back to his house, and suddenly realized that he had been an idiot for a long time. Why hadn’t he made her sing with him before? It was his new favorite thing to do.

#jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #willie jatp #carrie wilson #sunset curve #willex #charlie gillespie #owen joyner #jeremy shada #netflix #au #julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson imagine #madison reyes

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companionjones · 4 years

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The Stuntman And The Singer

Pairing: Cliff Booth x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Once Upon a Time...In Hollywood

Summary: This story follows you in your many interactions with Cliff Booth. When you meet him, you’re not in the best situation. However, you’re you. I’m sure you’ll end up living your wildest dreams.

Warnings: Cursing, references to sex

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“Do you need a ride, sweetheart?” a man pulled up to you on the side of the road.

Not looking up from your engine, you answered, “No, I’m fine.” Just then, you burned your finger, and you quickly started sucking on it to take the pain away.

He smirked, “You don’t look like you’re fine.”

Aggravated, you sarcastically asked him, “What are you going to do about it?”

The man turned his car off and got out. He had a bottle of water in his hand, and he poured it into something under your hood. He had the sliest grin you’d ever seen on his face as he asked you to try turning your car back on.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed the solution had been so simple.

He smirked, “Anytime. Cliff Booth,” he introduced. “Now, are you gonna tell me your name, or are you gonna keep giving me that little attitude of yours?”

“Y/n,” you grumbled out your first name while shaking his hand.

“Oh,” Cliff nodded, “so we’re going for both the name and the attitude.”

You didn’t say anything, just cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Alright.” Cliff got back in his car. “Welcome to Hollywood, Y/n.”

The next time you saw him, Cliff picked you up while you were hitch-hiking.

He mockingly wondered, “What happened to that car I so graciously helped you with?”

“I sold it,” you curtly answered, keeping your eyes out the window.

Cliff pushed, “Why’d you do that? And what are you doing out here in the first place? You look like the kinda girl who should be out on a farm, not out here in Hollywood. What’s up with that? Does your family know you’re out here--?”

“No, they don’t, alright?” you suddenly exclaimed. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I’m just like every other nineteen year old run away in this town who thought they could make it, but actually have no real business being here.”

Cliff didn’t respond. The car went quiet.

“This is fine. Just let me out here,” you ordered soon after. You got out of the car, but you leaned back down to thank Booth before walking away.

***

“Hey there, sweetheart.” There was his voice again.

Squinting at the brightness of the neon lights at night, you opened your eyes.

It had been a month since you saw him last.

Cliff urged, “Get in the car. I’m taking you somewhere to eat.”

You didn’t move.

He pressed, “Come on, who knows the last time you had something in your stomach.”

Groaning, you got up. “I had a burger the other day, thank you very much...Granted, it was from a dumpster...”

Cliff took you to a pizzeria. You had your first slice down in under a minute, and you had finished half the pie.

Booth commented while you worked on your fifth slice, “You look like shit.”

You barely looked up at him.

He continued, “Your skin’s the same color as a ghost.”

“You can stop now.” You rolled your eyes.

Cliff looked you over for a second longer before “Stay with me tonight.”

Dropping the pizza you were holding out of surprise, you then pointed an accusatory finger at him. “If you think for a second that I would suck your dick in exchange for--”

Booth cut in, “No, nothing like that. I just want to make sure you have a place to sleep tonight.”

You didn’t respond right away, but sure enough, you were in Cliff Booth’s trailer an hour later.

“Aw, hello gorgeous,” you greeted Cliff’s dog by kneeling down and petting her. “Aren’t you the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Cliff chuckled, “Wow, sweetheart. I had no idea you could be so...”

“Sweet?” you finished for him. “I usually save it all for the animals.” You gave Brandy one final scratch behind her ear before getting back on your feet. “So Booth, tell me your story.”

He chuckled, “My story?”

You nodded. “I figure you know a lot about me, and here I am in your home...it’s only fair.”

Cliff finished giving Brandy her dinner. “Huh...I guess it is fair...Well, I do stunt work, nowadays I mainly work for my friend Rick Dalton.”

“You’re friends with Rick Dalton?” You expressed, “I used to watch his show all the time back home!”

Cliff smiled, “Yeah. I did all his stunts on Bounty Law.”

“Wow, I had no idea how much you were holding out on me, Booth,” you smirked.

He chuckled, “If I knew it was gonna get you to stop looking at me like I was the devil himself, I woulda told ya sooner.”

“Shut the hell up, Booth.”

“Annnd, she’s back.”

Some time passed, and you and Cliff settled down to watch TV. You practically forced him to take the only chair he had while you sat on the floor. It was nice. It didn’t take long for you to start dozing off.

“Come on, time to go to sleep,” Cliff nudged you awake. “You take the bed. I got the chair.”

“No,” you mumbled, “You take the bed. It’s your house.”

He shook his head. “Nope. Up you go.” Cliff picked you up and carried you to his bedroom.

“You’re a jackass.” You wanted to fight him more, but it had been so long since you had been on an actual bed.

Cliff smiled, “I don’t know. From where I’m standing, I’m the savior here.”

“Shut up...”

He smirked, “Never...Goodnight, sweetheart.” You didn’t see how soft his eyes were as he covered you with the blankets.

“Goodnight, jackass...” you smirked right back, and then you were out like a light.

The next day, you were awake before Cliff was, and you wouldn’t have said a word if he hadn’t caught you sneaking out.

“You know, you could stay longer, if you want,” he offered from his door as he watched you walk away.

Turning around, you remarked, “If I’m going to be staying somewhere for more than one night, I’d rather be paying for it.”

Cliff teased, “Who said you couldn’t pay me?”

“I’ll see you around...Booth.” You half waved before continuing out on your own.

“See you around, sweetheart,” the stuntman bid under his breath.

***

“Mr. Dalton, Mr. Booth, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mind, Miss L/n.” Dalton’s most recent co-star introduced while she, Dalton and Booth were hanging out in Dalton’s movie trailer one day, a year after Cliff had last seen you. “She has an album coming out next month. I think she’s going to be the next Aretha Franklin.”

The group of four continued to talk in the trailer for a while...Well, Rick and his co-star talked. Neither movie star seemed to notice that the stuntman and the singer were mostly quiet, or that their eyes never really left each other.

“So, the next Aretha Franklin, huh?” Cliff finally noted when Rick and his co-star had been called away for a scene.

“That is definitely not true,” you denied with a laugh.

Cliff continued to compliment, “But an album next month. And a star like that talking you up? Sounds like you’re pretty big to little old me.”

“Little old you, huh?” You looked him up and down. “Yeah, right. I’m just happy I can pay my rent...and have a rent,” you realized and chuckled.

Cliff saw the humor, too. He smiled at you, but then he commented sincerely, “I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you.

“It’s been a long time, Cliff,” you pointed out, as if you were worried something might’ve changed.

He just tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Bah,” he shook his head, “It hasn’t been that long.” Cliff leaned in and kissed you.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more stories over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for preferences, headcannons, drabbles, and one-shots. No smut requests, please. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, feel free to ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

#once upon a time...in hollywood #once upon a time in hollywood #cliff booth #cliff booth x reader #brad pitt #the stuntman and the singer #companion jones #i had to rewrite this like three times

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livvynka · 3 years

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Burn out (Yvette Flynt x f! MC) Part 1/3

So... I really love them together. I'm so afraid that next chapter is end of the series. I really want them together. I'm hoping there will be next book with them. :) Book is VIP, not all of you read it, fic contain spoilers! Story is between book 1, chapter 10 - 11. (lets just say i upgrade chapter 10 ending.)

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Smug. I'm not english native speaker, feel free to correct me (I would be glad). This is my first smut attemp. I really enjoying writting that.

About 1250 words.

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After a long day of thinkering with possible menu items. After thinking about Yvette... ...A knock at your hotel room door rouses you from your sleep. Theresa: "Ugh. This better be good..." Groggy, you try to look presentable and answer the door... to find someone unexpected on the other side... Yvette is standing there, sad and regret dancing in her eyes. She shifts guilty, her eyes roving over you and your bed for a moment before snapping back up to meet you gaze. Theresa: "You are always welcome here... But let it be know. You're a whole day later than expected, so i'm docking points." Yvette: "I deserve that." You take in here dismal expression and trail you hand down her arm, tracing her familiar tattoes Theresa: "I know it hasn't been that long, but... I missed you. I was worried." The tension in Yvette's shoulders leaves. Yvette: "I missed you too..." You let Yvette in, then sit back on your bed, looking at her seriously. Theresa: "How'd you know we were here?" Yvette: "Word get around quick, even if you're on the other side of the island." Yvette: "I was staying off the grid at friend's place when I heard the crew was here, poking around and trying to find me." Theresa: "We look at every hotel, beach and spots I was thinking you would be. I was so scared something may happened to you... So what's the deal Yvette? Why come here?" She pauses, looking into the far corner of the room to mull over her next words. Yvette: "I know I upset a lot of people, leaving like that. I just had to get as far away from the set. I could..." Theresa: "I understand you need time for yourself. I figured something like this was coming after everything happen in Morocco... but would it have kill you to leave a note? Or tell me? Yvette... I will follow you anywhere..." Yvette: "You would do that? I - I'm sorry." Theresa: "What's done is done..." Yvette: "I heard you'll be filming here instead of Paris?" Theresa: "Yea, we didn't have many options. It worked better logistically...I was thinking we need to find you and bring back. Or just know you are okay. " Theresa: "And than we stumbled upon Sa Ka Fete! Your mom and sister loved the idea! They are so kind, btw." Yvette shift and make space between them. Than freeze. Theresa could see that moment when coldness and anger hit Yvette's eyes. Yvette: "You went to my family's restaurant..." You nod, your heartbeat quickening a bit at her tone. Theresa: "We... I... thought it'd make a great story for this episode. You're reuniting with your family, coming full circle to help the most important business of all." Yvette just glaring... Theresa: "It's great, right?" Then Yvette lean forward with a steely hiss. Yvette: "Is that really the whole crew thought?" Theresa: "I... what?" Yvette: "Everyone just agreed to film my family without MY PERMISSION?!!!" Theresa start shouting. Tired of Yvette's cold act. Theresa: "We couldn't find you. How were we supposed to get your permission? Besides, it's their choice! We were trying to save the show. YOUR SHOW! But you just disappear!" Yvette: "Everything! Do you have any idea what I've had to do to keep my family free from all the Hollywood's crap? You think I want tabloids sniffing around their doorstep just to get to me?!" Theresa: "Maybe if you drop this act and start to look what people around you really want! Maybe if you stop and listen for a moment! It's their choice!" Yvette: "This been taken out to much!" Yvette stand up and aim to the door. Theresa follow her and grab her hand firmly. Theresa: "Don't you dare! Everytime some difficulties appears you just run! Stop this bullshitness. You are a lot of things, but you are not coward! DON'T YOU DARE DISAPEAR! DO YOU DEAR LEAVE ME AGAIN... DON'T YOU DARE TO TELL MY HOW I SHOULD FEEL ABOUT YOU!"

That hit Yvette. She looks at the woman for the fist time. Yvette: "...How you feel... about me?" Theresa: "I love you Yvette. I fell for you when I first saw you. Zara knows everything. She get us together. She knew we have connection. She tell me you don't look at anyone like you look at me. She takes advantage of that. But that doesn't mean it wasn't real. You don't get it? Every time I look at you. I feel you. I touch you. My heart start to beat stronger. Every time i see your smile. I feel like I'm flying."

Yvette stand there in complete shock. She feel about this woman same way. She was just afraid it's act, she get hurt again. But she did not care now. This womant before here loves her too. Yvette push the woman against the wall and kiss her heatedly. She closed the gap between them and grab Theresa by hips. Theresa push away for a second. Theresa: "Yvette?.." Yvette: "Shh.." Yvette kiss here again, deeply. She lifts Theresa in her arms. Theresa wraps her legs around Yvette's side. Yvette throws Theresa frantically in bed. Pull her back to her by ankle and start undress her pants. Theresa did not wait a moment later and push Yvette into her lap. Yvvete pull back a little bit and with shaky breath said. Yvette: "You don't have a idea how long I wanted to do that." Theresa with the smirk at her teasingly Theresa: "I think you need to show me." Yvette: "Hell yea." Yvette push Theresa into matress with her body. Kissing her jaw... neck... collarbone... They undress each other completely. Then she continues kissing her at the chest, her stomach. Theresa: "Oh my god... Yvette." Yvette look at here eyes and continue kissing her. lower... She hit Theresa's soft spot. Theresa arch into Yvette. Moaning and shouting her name. One hand at Yvette shoulder with other hand holding sheets for here live. Than Theresa lift Yvette by chin and kiss Yvette again. Yvette sight and moan when Theresa touch her thigh, her hand searching Yvette's body, she squeeze her ass... And than start teasing Yvette's hard clitoris. Yvette throw here head and Theresa kiss and bite slightly Yvette's jaw. Yvette shout. Yvette: "Ahhh" Theresa: "You are loud more than usually" Yvette smirk, here eyes burning with fierce and passion. Yvette: "Didn't i teach that playing with fire is dangerous? Is that a competition?" Yvette don't wait any longer and press hand against Theresa's vulva, hard. Theresa pants heavily, bite here lower lip and continues teasing Yvette with soft touch. Yvette press two fingers in Theresa. And she scream Yvette's name. Theresa: "Yvette... Yvette! YVETTE! Ohmy..." Yvette: "We both know who is the winner." Theresa did not give up and enter her third finger into Yvette's. Yvette rock against Theresa's hips. Both of them quicken and their climax comes in same moment. Yvette: "Tie?" Theresa kiss Yvette's nose and smile at her. Theresa: "You driving me crazy sometimes." Yvette: "I have an idea..." Yvette smile and kiss Theresa slowly. Then she presses her forehead against Theresa's. Yvette said with eyes closed. Yvette: "I love you too. You mean World to me. Just promise me you talk to me honestly, no more hiding. If I need, I'll leave everything for you. I don't care about this show that much." Theresa starts feel how here tears falling into pillow. Yvette: "Why are you crying? Tess?" Theresa pull Yvette into a deep kiss. Theresa: "I'm just happy. Don't leave me ever again okay?" Yvette: "I promise... We are in this together." Theresa: "Always"

Moments later they cuddle into each other arms and fall asleep. Both of them sleep peacefully after long time.

BE CONTINUED.

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aromantic-enjolras · 3 years

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15 for the fic author asks :)

A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

Let’s put aside for a moment that I don’t trust Hollywood producers to not ruin everything they touch, okay? ;)

Most of my stories wouldn’t work as films, because it’s been years since I wrote anything that wasn’t a one-shot. So I guess my Harry Potter Pirate AU, because it’s the only long fic I’ve written? x) But more seriously, if I could make any of my plot bunnies into a film, it would probably be one I’ve had for a while and I’m not sure I’ll ever tackle...

It starts as a Fake Relationship AU. Enjolras is getting pressured by someone (a family member? This is based on a fic where it’s Cosette) to date, even though he’s perfectly fine on his own, if a bit of a workaholic. He asks Grantaire for help to get her off his back. They hit it off, they work better than anyone expected, and Enjolras is so happy, because he has never felt this at ease going through the motions of romance with someone (probably because it’s safe, because it’s fake). And then something happens, and it comes to light that Grantaire was in love with him the entire time, and thought this had become real somewhere along the way. They have a huge falling out, because of course it wasn’t real, what the hell?? Enjolras is devastated about losing someone he thought was becoming one of his best friends, and comes clean to the person who pushed him to the fake dating. She learns her lesson about meddling in other people’s lives, and between the two they device a plan for getting Grantaire back (as a friend). You could even use the plot beats of romantic comedies, with your big gestures and speeches...

I would LOVE to read such a story, and I doubt I’ll ever write it, so if you like the idea, please feel free to write it!!! I will love you until the end of time. <3

#Answer time #text posts #my writing process #prompts #Enjolras #Grantaire #ExR #aro!Enjolras #please someone write this <3

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Hell/Heaven

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Dr.Anika Warren)

Words: 3.5k ..I just..went off w this

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, trauma, swear words??

Author’s Note: Okay yall so idfk what this is tbh. I just had an idea and went on to write 3.5k words about it. This is my interpretation of the aftermath of ch.11. I genuinely don’t know if this makes sense or it’s just a bunch of words slammed together.

Also, I did not really proofread this so please do feel free to point out any mistakes. I’m sorry for the mistakes.

I’m scared of writing people OOC and I’m still learning so please keep it in mind.

Anyway, I did not make it two parts but it’s pretty long so yeah.

Anika’s thoughts will be in italics.

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It had been almost 16 hours since the combined diagnostics team along with her friends barged into the isolation ward and told her that they had found a cure. Eight hours since Ethan said the magic words

“Get up. There are no traces of the toxin in your body.”

She had been lightheaded, whether it was from happiness or if it was from some weird side effect she didn’t know about was up in the air. She was still a bit wobbly.

In her 29 years of living, Dr.Anika Warren had not had such a whirlwind of a day. 24 hours ago ,she was barging into the senator’s room trying to stop an assassination. She didn’t know how she got caught up in a death trap but after that it was as if her brain had recorded every single moment with perfect accuracy.The whole thing was playing in a loop , the cannister being deployed, Rafael Aveiro, superman and ultimate idiot jumping in to protect her , Danny and Bobby Gunderson’s life leaving his eyes in front of her. She had watched a lot of people pass away in her career, and each one affected her . No matter how much she wanted to get used to it. But this was different, this was a man who was talking to her about how he wanted to afford a car for his daughter’s 16th. Bobby used to greet her with a smile every day, and even with minimal interaction she had gotten close to him.

And now his daughter won’t have a father, much less a car. And it’s because you were dumb enough to jump in to the room before having backup.

She pushed the thoughts away as she wearily walked through Edenbrook’s long corridors.

Most of her friends had returned home in hopes of having some rest, but she couldn’t. Raf was still admitted, albeit not in a coma and she couldn’t just leave him. She didn’t want to leave anyway,trying to get as much done as she could to distract herself. She didn’t want to face her thoughts, which she would eventually have to when she’d go home. But for now, she was delaying the inevitable by trying to help any and every doctor she came across.

“Dr.Warren? Why are you still here?”

Esme. I love her but dear god if one more person tells me to go home I’ll start crying in the middle of the corridor.

“Uhh, I’m just finishing off some work. You should be too , Dr.Ortega. Stop interrogating people and get to work.”

Wow when did I become Ethan? That was one of the most out of character things I’ve ever said. Looks like his personality is seeping into me.

“ Um..Anika? You good? No offense but that really doesn’t sound like you. ”

Well..crap.

“Then what does it sound like, Dr.Ortega?”

“ It sounds like you’re trying to put on a tough person persona to deflect questions”

This girl is way too smart. Am I the only dumb one here with no people skills or…?

“ I just..I just don’t want to go home. And I don’t want to talk about it. Please don’t mind”

Please leave me alone please please please

Esme shrugged but the look of concern on her face wasn’t gone. “If that’s what you want then sure. Take care of yourself, I’m not the one who almost died"

With that she turned around and left.

Anika continued to make her way through the hospital. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could have happened. She could not stop thinking about how she trusted the senator, but most of all, one thing was repeating in her mind.

So, Ethan Ramsey, are you single?

Ethan looked at me for a brief second

"I’m sorry… But no, I’m not"

He had actually admitted his feelings on national television. Well, almost but the point still stood.

And yet it’s complicated. He’s not single but we’re not dating. What the fuck Ethan Ramsey? We doing Schrodinger dating or what?

This was her hell.

"Dr. Warren?"

This time, she wasn’t annoyed at her name being called. This time, it was more relief than frustration.

"Anika..?” Ethan’s voice hit her once again.

“Um.. Hi” she didn’t know what to say. Her face was flushed from thinking about the moment they shared after the interview, and all the subtle moments that had in the past few months.

“You’re supposed to be home. But Dr.Ortega did mention something about you not wanting to. What is it?"

Ah there it is. Damn you Esme. I mean, no but yes.

"It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it”

She tried to sound as normal and unbothered as she could. She didn’t want to even think about it, much less talk it out which would just make it much more real for her. She wanted to live in denial and pretend everything was normal for a while.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hold on her wrist. She snapped back into reality to notice that Ethan was pulling her somewhere. It was in the general direction of his office so she presumed that much but couldn’t help protesting the sudden force.

“Wai- Wha- Where are you taking me?!”

The reply only affirmed her presumption.

“To my office, Rookie. You’re clearly not well and you need to rest and if you won’t go home I’ll make sure you rest here.”

Why is this man so stubborn? I love him but why?

They were soon in his sparsely decorated office. Everything was organised with no stray papers or journals lying around which was usually the case with most of the other offices in the hospital. Ethan sat her down on the couch and sat down beside her.

“Wait, I thought you wanted me to rest. What is this Dr.Ramsey? A plot to get me alone with you hmmm..?” She wanted to get alone with him. Ever since the confession the other night and him saying he wasn’t single, she needed some answers.

“No. I just wanted to ask you about why exactly you didn’t want to go home. Dr.Ortega told me you looked disturbed and kind of in a trance and I got worried” Ethan said with worry clearly etched onto his face

Why the hell is he so cute even when he’s worried? I’m so so in love ugh

His palm touched her face , snapping her out of her thoughts yet again. His gentle touch was something she wasn’t yet that used to, and he had been much more gentle and kind since the confession the previous night. He was acting so unlike the Ethan she knew and she had to get used to this.

“Tell me , Anika. What’s wrong? Talk to me. I’m here.”

Memories of the previous few days flooded her all at once. Her poaching the senator from MK, him intruding on the diagnostics team meetings, Travis behaving so normally that she could never in a million years imagine him being such a …. psychopath.

The phone call she overheard, her disappointment on how she trusted a politician who wanted the same things as everyone else.

She was spiralling, and she was spiralling hard. It was hard not to, she was feeling guilty. She wanted to go back and not agree to June’s idea. She wanted to undo the whole thing.

Ethan noticed her face contorting with the painful memories and he immediately took her into his arms and that was all it took for her to start sobbing.

“ I just..I feel guilty Ethan. I shouldn’t have gone to MK, I shouldn’t have followed June’s advice. I shouldn’t have trusted a politician. And most of all I shouldn’t have ran into the room like some kind of a superhero in a Hollywood movie without having proper back up”

Ethan’s face was grim. He understood the guilt over going over to MK and stealing their patient, he had been feeling it too. But he couldn’t understand the other feelings, it would be impossible to. He wanted to comfort her, let her know that she did absolutely nothing wrong but he knew his words wouldn’t matter much.

Ethan’s thoughts were interrupted by more violent sobs, she was breaking in front of him and he couldn’t take it. He hugged her tighter and whispered sweet nothings, trying to tell her that she was only trying to do something good.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Anika, you were doing your duty. You wanted to help. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re here. ”

He wanted to comfort her and never hear her cry again.

Anika on the other hand couldn’t stop. She felt bad, she felt bad when she thought about Danny and Sienna , when she thought about Bobby Gunderson and his daughter. “ Sienna probably hates me.."

Ethan was taken aback by that comment, if he had noticed one thing about Dr.Trinh ,it was that she was someone you could absolutely trust. Her hating Anika was far fetched. ” She won’t, why would she hate you? She was so scared Anika, she was so scared that you would ….“ He couldn’t complete the sentence. He couldn’t even complete the though.

” No, Ethan. Sienna loved Danny. And..and if I hadn’t..if I hadn’t..done something so stupid..he would still be here..they had a future Ethan, they really did..“ and she broke down into another fit of sobs.

Ethan didn’t know what to do. He held her and helped her cry it out. Eventually the exhaustion hit her and she somehow fell asleep. He noticed though,that she had a fever. And was in the process of waking her up gently and giving her some medicine that the door opened.

Naveen Banerji was worried. He was worried about Rafael , the paramedic he had somehow grown close to. He was worried about Ethan , his mentee and his "son”. But most of all, he was worried about Dr.Warren. She had taken the toll of the previous days hard and as soon as he heard that she was acting unusual, he wanted to find her. He couldn’t though and decided that the best way to approach this was to ask Ethan.

He had just opened the door when he saw that Anika was with Ethan in the room, and they both looked very cosy. Ethan was in the process of giving her some kind of medication and he didn’t want to interrupt but it was clear that they had been having a moment. And Anika looked deathly pale and after listening to a concerned Dr.Ortega about how she was a walking zombie and how he should force her to take time off work and seeing it himself, he decided to actually listen to Dr.Ortega and give Anika a week off.

He silently closed the door as he did not want to interrupt and instead paged Ethan to come to his office. He not only wanted Anika to take a few days off work, he wanted Ethan to take care of her. He had never seen Ethan so happy with anybody before and it hurt him to see them push each other away. And if this was a chance for him to push Ethan towards his happiness, he would use it.

Ethan had just finished giving Anika a tablet for her temperature and let her fall asleep again when his pager beeped. He walked briskly to Naveen’s office, curious to know why he called him. It was rare, getting paged by Naveen so he was a bit nervous.

When he had entered and sat down, Naveen wasted no time in getting to the point. “ I’ve heard that Dr.Warren has been showing some trauma symptoms lately, and she has gone through a lot so I want to give her a week off” he said.

Ethan was happy, he wanted this to happen but he was confused as to why the chief had told him this .

“ Before you ask me why and how this concerns you, I want you to know that I want you to take care of her in this one week. And hence , I am giving you a whole week off too” Naveen finished with a smile on his face.

Ethan was surprised. He wanted to spend time with her, especially after his late night revelations. But taking a whole week off work was out of question. The diagnostics team would be two members down and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Naveen, that simply isn’t feasible. It’s already hard with a nurse down and a doctor down and me going would make it all the more difficult for the team.”

Naveen cut him off, he didn’t want to hear it

“ Son, just listen to me this time. I’ll take over the diagnostics team myself for the week and the workload can be handled. I want you both to take a while off and figure things out and that’s all I’ll say. Nothing you say will change this decision.”

Ethan didn’t have the heart to protest. Even though he was worried about how the team would function without two members, the fact that Naveen would take over eased him.

Besides that, he really did want to forget the world for a bit and just hold her in his arms. The endeavour the previous day had shown him how much he cared and after that , he couldn’t keep her away. He almost lost her, and in those few hours where he had to put up a brave façade for the hospital while he was breaking inside were the worst few hours in his entire life.

He didn’t know what he would do without her, just the thought of not having her jab at him randomly, do weird things just to annoy him and all of her little quirks which frustrated him to no end in the beginning which he had grown to love killed him. He needed her.

He walked through the hospital to his office to find her awake and scrolling through her phone. This comforted him a bit as she looked tranquil and didn’t have the worry on her face like earlier.

He entered the room and her face immediately lit up. This was something he would never tire of seeing , her smile. It made him feel all excited and warm.

“ Ethan! I was waiting for you!” She chirped. He loved her voice and it automatically brought an easy smile onto his face.

He sat down beside her , absentmindedly stroking her hand and started speaking.

“ Naveen has ordered both of us to take a whole week off. He wouldn’t listen to anything. " He said with a bemused smirk on his face. This whole idea of Naveen, was amusing to him. It was such an obvious attempt at getting them together that he couldn’t help but laugh at it.

” Wait what? What about the diagnostics team?! They can’t function with two members down. I mean they can but what if we get an important case?! What about my patients? What about your patients? This simply won’t-“

Ethan cut her off with a kiss. He wanted to do that for so long and looking at her get so worked up about the hospital was too cute for him to control himself.

” Oh my ,Dr.Ramsey, so forward of you. I didn’t think someone like you could do something so scandalous" Anika chuckled between kisses and Ethan was too absorbed to even take offense to the statement.

Eventually, they got up and made their way to Ethan’s apartment. Anika had to inform her flatmates , everyone looking at her with raised eyebrows except Sienna , who she couldn’t look in the eyes. She also made sure to check up on Raf and Kyra, and shed a few tears looking at them. She was glad that both of them were alright because she wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to anyone.

Ethan’s apartment was as she remembered, clean and monochromatic. At this point, she had visited enough for her to just walk straight in and start playing with Jenner without any hesitation. Ethan loved seeing her like this, in his home , comfortable. He couldn’t help but imagine a future where she would just live there instead of visiting.

After taking a shower ,they started working on dinner. Ethan didn’t want to make her work at all but she was adamant about helping. Watching her move across the kitchen with ease made him happy. But he didn’t forget to make her rest, as she was still weak which was evident when she lost focus suddenly and fainted. Ethan dropped his spatula into the pan and rushed to get her up. She had started to have a rise in her temperature again.

“ You can’t keep doing this Rookie , you’re sick and you’re literally working yourself to exhaustion. Now just take your medicine and relax , okay? I’ll take care of dinner.” He cooed into her ears as he lifted her up and carried her to his bed.

Anika obliged with a pout, not letting him go back without a proper kiss. She wanted him to stay but her stomach rumbling made it obvious that she needed food. And the only source of food was Ethan cooking and she had to let him go.

Her fever had subsided by the time he poked his head into the bedroom telling her that dinner was ready. She had almost fallen asleep, exhaustion taking over her but dinner was important.

I need to talk to him about the interview. And the night before. I need to talk to him about so much.

They had dinner in relative peace, having proper substantial food after all the hospital food she had eaten felt good. They were I’m easy conversation and she didn’t have the heart to bring up the topic of feelings.

He will shut down , and I don’t want him to shut down.

Only when they had completed eating and ended up in bed cuddling could she force herself to ask him.

Just do it Anika. It’s not too hard. He won’t push you away. Trust yourself.

“ Ethan?” She spoke up with a timid voice. In the hospital, she was the person who would talk back when anything was wrong or if anybody did anything questionable, but here she was out of her depth.

“ Yes?” He answered with an inquisitive tone.

“I wanted to ask you about something” she went on. “ Uh..um.. the interview when you said you weren’t single..” she took a deep breath.

Come on , just say it. Why are you so anxious?!

Ethan immediately tensed up a bit. He meant every single word he said, both in the interview and in the night that followed and yet, he didn’t know how to approach this. He was looking at her intently , waiting for her to continue when she started speaking again.

“ Yesterday night, when you talked about how you regretted keeping me away and how you wished you didn’t do it… did you mean it?” She finished, bracing for impact. She was so sure that he’d push her away yet again and they’d have to spend the rest of the week in awkwardness that his next words took her a moment to register.

“ I meant every single word , Anika” he said, bringing her closer to him. He kissed her forehead and continued. “ I meant it. All of it. You are the light in my life, my sunshine. When I saw you behind the glass, covered in that grease , my heart stopped. I had to pick myself up and put on a face for the team but I was breaking into a million pieces. Each time I failed to diagnose what was wrong , I remembered that I could lose you. And that broke me even further. There was nothing I wanted to do more than run into the room and hold you in my hands. I can’t live without you Anika, I don’t want to imagine a life without you. ”

By this point , both of them were in tears. They were hugging each other, tears flowing freely.

“ I was so scared ,Ethan. I just wanted to be in your arms. And I was scared for Raf. When you told me we had lost Danny, I realised I couldn’t lose Raf. And every moment, all I wanted was to be with you. You’re the most important thing in my life , Ethan. And I was so scared to talk to you about this, so scared that you would push me away again.”

Ethan took a sharp breath. Pushing her away after all this was impossible. He hugged her tighter , letting her cry , letting himself cry it out.

“ I won’t push you away. I won’t ever push you away. I’m all in if you are” he said, through tears.

Anika looked at him and could see a vulnerable man. She could see he was scared too, to admit his feelings and to let his walls down and she was determined to never hurt him.

“ I’m all in ,Ethan. Forever. ”

That night was one of the best nights of their lives. They just spent it cuddling and talking to each other about their dreams, their aspirations and themselves.

Ethan hadn’t felt so at ease in years. He was ready to take care of her forever. He had never imagined falling in love but now, he couldn’t imagine not being in love.

And that night , they knew that the next seven days and the rest of their lives would be amazing.

And this, was her heaven.

THANK YOU IF YOU READ TILL HERE.

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