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summersnow82 · 1 year

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Somethin' Bad - Part 14

Author's Note: Thank you for sticking with me, lovelies. It's been a busy season for my family, and I wanted to try my hand at the Fictober challenge. I've got a clear vision for the rest of this story, but I'm unsure how long it will be. I do know this - our boy will have a happy ending. I hope you'll stick around.

This is the song Annabelle sings in this chapter. Frank Sinatra and Julie London have beautiful renditions, too.

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Part 14

Travis knew there was something wrong as he parked his car in front of his family home. The lights were all out, and the front door was ajar. He unholstered his gun and his flashlight, cautiously stepping into the house. Every fiber of his being was screaming to call out to his family, but he kept quiet, moving silently through his childhood home.

The smell hit him when he entered the kitchen – death and blood. It was a smell he’d come to know well over the past six years. He saw Bobby first, his hulking mass in the middle of the room. His father lay a few feet away the wolf tearing into his stomach. It whirled, the muzzle dripping blood as it snarled at Travis.

“It’s your fault, Travis.” His mother’s voice called from the corner of the room, and he could see her golden eyes before she ever moved. “You should’ve been here. If you’d been here none of this would’ve happened.”

The wolf took a step towards Travis, but he couldn’t move. His eyes were locked on his mother.

“You have always been a disappointment to me, boy. Never shoulda had ya. Shoulda killed ya the day you were born. All you’ve ever done is fail this family.”

Those golden eyes were moving closer. The wolf in front of him took another step.

His hands were shaking so badly the flashlight’s beam danced around the room.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Good for nothing.”

He couldn’t catch his breath.

Behind him, he heard a snarl. His feet remained frozen to the ground.

“Travis.” It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. Soft, gentle. “Travis.”

“You listen to me, boy….”

“Shhhhh. It’s all right. You’re safe.”

The snarling behind him went silent.

“I will not have another whore try to ruin this family!”

“Shhhh, Travis, shhhh.”

His hands had gone still. His breathing calmed.

“Fly me to the moon, and let me play upon the stars. Let me see what Spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.”

“Don’t you listen to her, boy.”

The wolf in front of him shrank back into the shadows.

“In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling, kiss me. Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forevermore.”

“TRAVIS!” His mother’s voice was desperate now.

“You are all I long for. All I worship, and adore. In other words, please be true.”

“...Travis...”

“In other words, I love you.”

Travis closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was standing by the lake. The moon was full, the stars were bright, and for once he didn’t feel afraid. “Took you long enough.”

He turned, catching his breath. Evelyn was standing on the dock the same sapphire blue ball gown she’d worn to their prom. Her hair was piled high on her head, ringlets floating around her neck. “Evie?” He breathed.

She grinned, closing the distance between them. She reached up to fix his tie, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I missed you, too.”

“I’m dreaming.” He said the words slowly, afraid the revelation would make her disappear.

“I’d like to take credit, but…,” she shrugged, smiling as she put her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. She began to sway to a song he couldn’t hear, and he followed her movements.

“I miss you.”

She smiled, laying her head on his chest. “You always were a good dancer, Travis Hackett.”

“I should’ve done more. I’m so sorry - ,” she cut him off with a brush of her lips to his.

“You’re a good man, Travis Hackett. You always have been.” He stared down into her slate blue eyes. “Don’t make the same mistake twice, okay?”

“Evie…,” he breathed her name, pulling her close, hugging her so she couldn’t disappear.

“Promise me.”

“Evie….”

“...promise...”

Travis heard the birds before his eyes ever opened. He blinked, rubbing his eyes as his body slowly woke up. He was in his house on his couch. His TV was still on, muted now, and “Bonanza” was playing. At the end of the couch, curled up with her head angled against the back cushions was Annabelle. Her dark hair was loose, a wild mop of hair, and she was wearing his old blue plaid cotton robe. Her legs rested against his own, a warm dark green blanket covering them both.

He stared at her as the memory of his nightmare and dream came flooding back. Bits and pieces were fleeting, but he remembered enough, and in the light of morning he knew who pulled him away from the wolves.

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They fell into a pattern, Travis and Annabelle. He’d wake to find her curled at the end of the couch or lying on the floor next to him, wisps of a broken nightmare lingering as he took in the sleeping brunette. He felt equally elated and terrified at the growing warmth and affection he felt for the time traveler, and, by extension, her best friend.

Each morning, Travis would tuck her into the couch, covering her with the dark green blanket. He’d get ready for work, make coffee, and leave her a simple, noncommittal note.

Be back at lunch. - T

He found himself whistling more, nodding at the townsfolk, even conversing with Sean more easily. The blonde was, in fact, a genius. He’d covered half a dozen legal pads in notes and equations in a math Travis could never hope to comprehend. A mixture of theory and science, Sean was working through time travel and werewolf problems in a way Travis had never seen anyone else process. It was beginning to stir ancient feelings akin to hope in Travis’ heart. Maybe they could finally be free from this wretched curse.

“I’m beginning to feel guilty keeping him in there,” Travis admitted one afternoon over lunch. He’d come home to find Annabelle freshly washed, donning another of his shirts, her hair always in a braid. Lunch would normally be ready, and he’d note some small change or improvement to the house. He never mentioned any of it; if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up, and if this was reality, he wanted to enjoy every moment before it inevitably shattered down around him.

“Don’t,” Annabelle replied, offering him half of an apple. He took it with only a hint of resignation – she was determined to get proper nutrition in him. “If Sean didn’t want to be there, he wouldn’t be.” Travis snorted, and she ignored it. She kept saying things like that, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Maybe they genuinely were time travelers with a penchant for the supernatural, and several tricks up their sleeves, but so far, Travis hadn’t seen any of it. The only supernatural aspects he could place in Annabelle and Sean was their ability to put up with his nonsense in the kindest, most understanding way.

“Look,” Annabelle said, sitting down next to him, her knees barely brushing his own. “Sean’s mind is like a Rubix cube. It takes a while to click and lock all the pieces into place, and it takes a good deal of concentration to do it. Believe it or not, he’s probably getting more work done in there than we are out here.” Travis searched her eyes, still having difficulty accepting her answer.

“We’d better get going,” he finally said, tearing his eyes from hers. “He’ll wonder where his lunch is.” Travis arched an eyebrow in a manner that was almost playful. “He still gets hungry, doesn’t he?”

She grinned, moving to grab the lunch she’d packed for Sean. “I was actually going to stay here today, if you don’t mind. I had some things I wanted to get done around here.” Travis frowned, opening his mouth to protest, but she shushed him with a wave of her hand. “I know, I know. Prisoner, trust, blah, blah, blah, but I have laundry to do and a pot roast I want to get done for supper.”

Travis’ expression dropped as fast as his heart leapt in his chest. Is this what married life is like? Is this… he searched for the word, constantly circling round to bliss. He was still in a dumbfounded state as she led him to the front door, handing him Sean’s lunch as she opened the door, and ushered him outside. “Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow,” she said, smiling.

His mouth opened once, closed, and then opened again. This was bliss. It had to be. Domestic bliss, boring, everyday, normal bliss. A beautiful woman seeing him off to work with an adoring smile, and a bagged lunch.

He didn’t mean to kiss her; he’d told himself the next time – if there was a next time – he would ask first. He’d take his time, be gentle, slow, and savor each moment instead of letting passion consume him. Instead, he was leaning in as a reflex, grazing his lips across her own as a way to say goodbye. The way he’d always imagined it. The way he’d always dreamed of it happening.

Her eyes fluttered open, a soft blush dusting her features as she blinked back to reality. “Be safe,” he murmured, before turning to head to his cruiser. The words Evie said to him every time they parted, including the last when she’d been heartbroken and sobbing. Be safe. Travis closed his eyes at the thought, breathing in deeply before turning the key in the ignition. If this was what happiness felt like he never wanted to let it go.

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Constance Hackett came from a long line of strong women; the kind of women who ruled their home with an iron fist. The men in their family knew better than to draw their hand back at a woman – it would be the last thing they did, and no lawman would ever find them. So when she heard from the town gossip Travis had been seen with a young woman – “a pretty, young thing,” she’d said – Constance knew she would have to put an end to that.

Chris had chosen wisely – a passive, meek little thing too small to be a threat. The doctor had warned her against another baby, but Constance insisted. After all, a good woman does her wifely duty.

Sweet Bobby, well, he wasn’t the marrying kind. Too dependent on his mama after his service injury.

...but Travis. Oh, Travis. He got this foolhardy idea in his head once in awhile that he could replace his mother with some common tramp. That was fine; after all, he was still her boy, and he still needed to be taught a lesson now and again. She’d done a fine job running off the last little hussy, and she could do it again.

“Pa,” she called to Jedediah after hanging up the landline. “Get the truck. We’re heading into town.”

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kimhargreeves · 2 years

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American Nightmare-Travis Hackett x Reader

Summary: You're one of the counselors heading to Hackett's Quarry. You, Laura and Max find yourself lost in the woods and you share a couple of creepy stories. Soon the three of you will find yourself in a nightmare with an officer who isn't willing to let you go.

(A/N: see that nobody had written much on the videogame "The Quarry" so here's a short one shot I decided to do. Let me know if you want a part 2! And something with David Arquette's character too!!)

I boredly stared outside the window watching about the hundred tree pass by, not so listening to the low radio and more to Laura and Max discussing and looking at the map in their hands.

"Ugh why do they makes these so hard?!" Laura groaned which made her boyfriend take a peek at the scribbles on the map she held.

"How do you think the first colonizers did it? I mean, I'm sure they would walk around in circle for hours." Max mindedly said while staring up at the dark road now.

I sat up and reached out to grab the map from Laura's hand. "I'm sure it mustn't be that hard. Aren't councelors supposed to know these sort of things?"

"Nope." Both of them said making me sigh in defeat when I could've understand the red and blue lines.

"Where even are we?!" I asked. I was beginning to grow tired or being stuck in a car for hours.

"We are definitely lost." Laura blunty replied making us look at Max.

He looked back to check on us quick and shook his head. "We're not entirely lost..see? We haven't passed that tree yet."

I frowned and rolled my eyes reaching to shake his shoulder, "Every tree is the same Max!"

Max let out a loud sigh and turned to glance at me. "(Y/N), you worked here once right? Shouldn't you remember the directions."

I leaned forward to be between him and Laura, watching the dark road up ahead with nothing but woods and slight water hitting the car's front window.

"That was over three years ago when I was still living with my parents. They forced me too, that's not the point here! Thing is I don't remember much." I sarcastically told him which made Laura laugh when Max made a face.

"Give them some slack, Max."

"Oh, so the sarcastic twins are in it together." Max began to make fun of us.

"We're just a bunch of sarcastic young adults. It shouldn't surprise you." I muttered and saw a small smirk on Laura's lips.

Laura had always been like a sister to me. We met each other around elementary school and claimed to be twins since we dressed the same a couple of times and would always team up with each other. We became more than friends, she is the sister I never got to have.

"Anyways, don't you think we should've turned left before? I think we're far from camp and tomorrow Hackett is going to be searching for us if we're not on time."

Max turned to look at us again and shrugged his shoulders before Laura reached out to take one last look at the map. "Okay, maybe we are around this area…Max eyes on the road!"

We all looked forward and braced ourselves when we saw something in the middle the road. Max swerved it until we crashed further into the woods. He slammed onto the brakes and we all looked at each other recovering from what happened.

"Is everyone okay?!" Max asked checking us both.

I winced when I felt a sharp cut by my eyebrow, i must've hit against something as soon as he stopped the car.

"We're fine." I replied ignoring it and taking off my seat belt before getting out of the car, Laura stopped me. "Did you see that? Was it a person? I-I mean we were really close."

I smiled at her worriedly and patted her shoulder. "We'll have a look."

I followed Max outside to check the car's engine. Laura shortly followed us and grabbed the toolbox from the back, both of us took our phones out to use the flashlight.

We heard something back in the woods. We exchanged looks and focused the light out, "Stay right there. I don't want you wandering off." Max immediately said knowing how Laura is.

"You're not the boss of me. Besides, (Y/N) is here with me, and I think there's someone down there." She tilted her head and I began to follow her.

Both of us glanced back every now and then to see Max working on the car. "Shouldn't we stay back with him?"

"Nah. You know what he said, he needs total concentration."

"Doesn't this remind you of something?" Laura stays silent and looks at me so I can continue. "The Evil Dead?"

"What's that?"

"The deadites?? T-They are like zombies..how about Jason?" I ask making her chuckle at my pop culture references.

"You're such a horror freak."

"I usually know how things end..either there's only one survivor or everyone dies. Everyone had a choices, right? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"Ew don't say that." Laura chuckled at my words.

We continued to walk forward trying to search for anything, "but seriously, being stuck in the woods is so damn creepy." I told Laura after a few seconds of silence.

"Are you still afraid of the dark?"

"No." I quickly replied and quickly pointed the light towards the woods when I heard something nearby.

Laura sighed, "There's nothing to be ashamed about." Thinking I wanted to avoid her question.

"That not it, Laura. Haven't you seen horror movies? Just like I mentioned earlier. Usually in a movie, a group of horny teenagers or young adults are suddenly surprised by something in the woods."

"Not this again." I heard Laura mutter to herself.

"Laura.."

"What?!" She whispered shouted at me pointing her flashlight at me.

I felt my heart betting faster when I remembered the thing in the woods. It clearly wasn't human, it was shaped like a human but it looked so weird. Millions of thoughts began to run through my head, Laura could see my nervous expression.

"Laura. That thing we swerved..I think it wasn't a person." I seriously told her.

"I think you and Max have been sharing too many ghost stories.." Laura said looking away. I can tell by her face that she's concerned as well. "How about you take right and I take left?" Laura nodded quick and began to walk away.

"We're not the Scooby gang!" I groaned loudly and turned my heels to head to the other side. "Why am I never taken seriously." I angrily told myself and dug for my earplugs.

I looked around and noticed that this place kinda feels and looks like the story I once read. Supposedly from true life, where witches were hanged and one of them wasn't a real witch, a child I believe it was.

I placed the cable in and hit play on my library to listen to some music. My eyes continued to look up ahead, everything was dark. I felt a breeze close to me so I quickly turned around and saw something ran past me from behind.

I furrowed my eyebrows together beginning to slowly walk towards where the thing ran off. Slowly I got closer and closer to a bush that was rustling, until…

"(Y/N)!!" Laura's sudden scream made me jump, quickly I took my earplugs out and panicked looking at her panting and running towards me. "Let's get out!" She reached for my wrist and began dragging me away.

Both of us ran until we reached Max again, the two of us climbing into the car again. The three of us began to argue about the thing in the woods, Laura saying she saw some type of woman out.

"Please just get us out of here." Laura begged. I had my hands on the back of their seats, leaning forward towards them.

Max turned on the car but it didn't move, we were trapped in a puddle of mud. "Mother fucking tires!!"

The three of us turned around and screamed when we saw a person by Max's window. "Fuck!!" We all shouted. I felt my heart still going at a rapid pace.

We looked back and noticed it was a police officer. "Fucking great, it's a cop." I whispered since I hate most cops, or any type of authority.

"Oh my God. I think my heart just exploded." Poor Max said still recovering from the jumpscare.

"Are any of you injured?" The cop asked. Poking his nose where it doesn't belong. I rolled my eyes and tried to not show my disgust.

"She bumped her head." Max said.

"Barely! I barely bumped my head! I can't even feel it, my bum I mean… I'm fine."

"Nothing out of the ordinary! Just three adults hanging out." I said rolling my eyes and earning a small snack from Laura so I would shut up.

The cop looked at us suspiciously like most do. The three of us remained silent, nothing but the sound of crickets and the officers footsteps while he examined the car from outside.

"You folks wanna tell me what happened here?" He said reappearing.

Laura and I exchanged looks. Should we tell him the truth or lie? Only one choice will determine the future.

I shook my head slightly for Laura to not tell him. The cop won't believe it in, he'll say we're either high on drugs or hiding a body.

"Something jumped in front of the car and we didn't want to hit it. We served so..here we are."

"Don't tell him." I whispered lowly.

The cop isn't buying it. "Something?"

Time to be dishonest. "It was an animal!" I quickly said before Laura could. "We couldn't make out of it since it was fast." I said trying to sound uninterested.

"Well, it looks like it. Keep the car running." The man said turning to look ahead. We furrowed our eyebrow together confused when he noticed a stain of blood on his neck.

The cop said nothing more and walked away. "Isn't that like the scariest cop?" Max suspiciously said.

"There's nothing more terrifying than getting stopped by a cop." This made Laura tell me to drop since she was growing nervous.

Surprisingly the cop helped us out of the woods but it wasn't long before he returned. A cold hard glare on his face while he looked at us all, "Now will you folks tell me what the hell you are doing this late at night."

Is there a curfew for people to not hang out at night?!

"We're headed for Hackett's Quarry summer camp. We're the new counselors." Laura quickly said.

"You're one night early."

"So? It's better than being late." I replied growing annoyed at the dumb questions.

"To be honest I got lost cuz of them." Max quickly said glancing back to give me a shut up look.

The three of us remained frozen when the cop slowly spoke again. "You're not gonna make it to Hackett's Quarry, not tonight. Harbinger motel, it's the nearest place you can bunk for the night, okay?"

"Mr. Hackett knows we're arriving. He could prefer us to be punctual than to let him down-"

"No Ma'am you're gonna head to Harbinger motel. Do you understand?"

He is testing my patience. There's no way we're going all the way around and miss this chance as counselor's.

Should I be insistent or compliant?

"I don't think that's the right choice for us. I don't understand why-"

"Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle." The cop sternly said stepping back from the car.

"What the fuck?" I was taken by surprise at his words.

"Whoa, she didn't do anything." Max said defending me.

"Yeah, she didn't mean it!"

Now my heart was clearly pounding faster than before. The cop wasn't having it, and neither was I anymore. My patience is growing thin and I won't hesitate to say how I feel.

We are not going to lose our job because of s police.

The officer repeated his words. "I would just like to show you a route on your map there."

"Can't you just show it to us in here?" I asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes when he said nothing.

"Fuck." I mumbled and started to exit the car. "Ever heard of freedom of speech?" I asked getting to the front of the car.

I slammed the map onto the front of the car and crossed my arms over my chest. The cop said nothing for a few seconds just staring at me disappointed probably, until he stepped closer and took out a pen.

He started to scribble on the map. "Okay, so we are about here. Harbinger motel is here."

"Right..okay! Where's the camp then?" I said looking away and looking back at the map.

"Well, I'm sure the kind folks at the motel can guide you there."

This cop surely is fucking weird. "Uh uh.."I replied unsure.

I grew weary when I noticed his eyes fixed on me. "Hold still." I was beyond confused now.

"What?" Is he detaining me?!

"I said hold still." He demanded.

He took something out of his pockets, a small cloth. He reached forward to my face but I took a step back staring at his weirdly.

"Don't touch me.."

"Ma'am." His expression grew stern and darker.

"I can take care of myself." I said raising my voice for him to get the hint.

Max peeled his head out from the window, "Are you alright, (Y/N)?"

My tired eyes rested back on Max's dark ones. "Yeah, I'm fine..thanks for asking."

The cop kept looking between us. "You can return to your vehicle, ma'am."

Before he could finish the sentence I reached out and grabbed the map. Quickly climbing back into the car, Laura reached her hand out to grab mine reassuring I was safe.

I handed her the map and looked away. "Harbinger motel. Stay on the road.."

"Do you need-"

"Have a good night." The cop finally said and left.

Laura pulled out the map so Max could look at it as well. "Let's just fucking go to Hackett's Quarry." I mumbled leaning back onto my seat and hugging my legs together.

"Yeah, it's the best decision. What do you say, Max?"

I assumed he nodded his head at Laura's question since he quickly turned the engine back on and started to drive down to the road. I remained silent during the ride until we reached the camp.

"It's been forever since I've been at this dump." I told myself when we got out of the car as soon as Max parked the car outside the camp. It was around 1 am and if course no one was here to receive us.

Max stood next to me now turning to look at Laura. "You gotta be kidding me. There's nobody here and we drove all the fucking way-"

"Max, can we just look around before we jump to conclusions." Laura told him.

"Did you actually talk to Mr. Hackett or did you just leave a message."

"What's the difference?"

"This is the difference."

I walked ahead and knocked in the door again louder but nothing. "I'm gonna check if I can open a window or something."

Walking away I started looking for any entrance while Laura started to check the other place around, maybe there's an open window o I can use a bobby pin to open this door. I got on my knees and tried to open the door but failed.

"Laura! Max!" I shouted for either of them but didn't see them nearby. "Shit." I got up again and started to look for either of them to help me.

I started walking towards the back and I saw them up ahead with a few tools in hand. "Look! We found an entrance." Max waved.

"Should we head in?" I heard Laura ask.

Quickly I ran to their side and looked down, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Max and Laura began to take a couple of steps down. "Hello?!" She called out.

I shushed her and decided to remain close to her since being outside on my own will freak me out.

"Are you hurt?"

"Do you exist?"

I rolled my eyes at Max's response before I spoke up. "If you saw someone in here then that means we should remain outside."

Laura started to move ahead, "Be careful." Max reminded her and I noticed something in the corner of my eye.

Something's on the dirty ground, I reached out and saw a card upside down, I picked it up and examined if.

A tarot card. I noticed the picture on it. This is a skeleton riding a horse with a sickle. "Death?" I examined the other side but nothing.

I believe this card represents a physical death. It implies an end, possibly of a relationship or interest, and therefore implies an increased sense of self-awareness.

I looked around and slowly rose up to my feet to face Max who seemed worried, "Max, we should get Laura and leave. I think we should-" I let out a scream when I saw something fly towards him.

"Laura!" I shouted her name when I raced and saw Max in a puddle of blood, his wound wide open gushing red. Laura ran to his side and began to help him.

"Should we help or leave him?!" I shouted beginning to get scared that I was possibly right at something going on here.

"We can't leave him!" Laura shouted looking at my shocked expression.

"Y-You're right! But I should call for help, I'll be right back!!" I began to race up the stairs and heard Laura below.

"(Y/N)! Don't you dare leave!"

I continued to run up trying to not slip due to his wet the floor was. "Help!!" I shouted hoping someone was here nearby.

Continuing to run I noticed a car up ahead but before I could run any further I felt a pair of arms grabbing me from behind. I screamed and tried clawing at the person but before I could slip away I felt a sharp pain on my neck, slowly my eyes got blurry and I fell down the floor.

The lays thing I heard was Laura screaming Max's name.

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princessbiteme0o0 · 23 days

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Um this is like my first time asking but I have an idea which I really like so here I am asking!

So basically Ted is in theatre school with you and he your in the same class and you were paired up to do a scene of Romeo and Juliet. And there was a kissing scene you had to do.

In the evening Ted and you do into the theatre empty to practice the scene and you were really scared to do the kiss and he helps you out and then it slowly from a kiss gets more passionate and deep then… you two ended up doing the dirty in the theatre.

but during sex, he becomes more dominant and degrading like “imagine you took me like this infront of the class next week? You would look like a total whore.”

AHHH I HOPE ITS OK! and if you do it then I will give more ideas defo 💗

I adore you (and everyone that asks), having said that- this is BY FAR my favorite one 😭 Shakespeare is one of my favorite writers, along with Poe.

Thank you, Nonny and thank all of you that enjoy my writing!! It genuinely makes me SO HAPPY to see people enjoying and appreciating my writing.

Mainly for my home girl- @writingduhh 🩵🩵🩵

Having said all of that…

FIRST OF ALL- I don’t think Ted has a kinky bone in his body; I think he’s a cute lil vanilla baby, but fuck it we ball. MINORS DNI. I FEEL LIKE IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT.

Warnings: smut, slight bullying, degradation, praise, sexual tension, arguments, (kinda enemies to lovers), slapping (not abusive- purely sexual), choking, spit kink, spanking?, fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, unspoken daddy kink?, melodramatics, ‘pup’ and ‘puppy’ used (don’t judge me) but no pet play, As always, let me know if I need to add more 🩵

Shakespeare in Love (Teddy Nivison x Reader)

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She thought she was far over having to work with him on this play. She thought it would be a simple one and done; that maybe he’d have a simple two or three liner part. However, the moment she read the names next to each character, she felt her heart drop to her stomach. There it had been, in big, bold letters:

Tybalt- Kyle Jean

Capulet- Chris River

Juliet- (Y/N Y/L/N)

Romeo- Ted Nivison

She still remembers the anger that she felt at him for even auditioning, the rage directed at the casting director, the dread she felt at knowledge of the script; but like any good actress, she played it off.

So now, she sat on stage, reading over the script while waiting for mister always late. Had it have been better (and easier) circumstances, she probably wouldn’t have noticed the door to the auditorium swinging open. Her eyes lifted and met his gaze, smirk and all. She felt a heated anger drop to the pit of her stomach, but that smirk caused a different kind of warmth to drop between her thighs. Rolling her eyes where she knew he could see, she stood to her feet while looking over the script once more.

She was a tall woman, she knew that, but he was so much taller. His shadow lingered over her and when she looked up at him, he wore a goofy grin, eyes boring into her. “You ready, Pumpkin?” He asked in a mocking tone that made her eye twitch for a moment.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” She grumbled softly, glaring up at him. He reached his hand out and his fingertips ghosted over her bare shoulder and down her collarbone.

“Why not?” He pouted lightly, fingertips brushing up her neck now. “I know it feels good.” He whispered the second part, winking at her and she raised her hand to slap him, before the director scolded her.

“(Y/N)! Let’s save our emotions for the audience, hmm?” He shouted over the talking students in the room. Everyone went quiet and turned their eyes to her, making a warm blush flood her cheeks.

“You’re so cute when you blush for me.” Ted teases softly, pinching her arm.

Today is going to be a long ass day…

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She watched on with fake love in her eyes as Ted read off his lines like a beautiful poem, especially for her. He took her hand in his as he continued, voice warm and welcoming, as if it were a soft pillow for her to lie back on-

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” The words weren’t his, but the look in his eyes and the way he said it so clearly to her made her body grow warm. My character, it’s just his character speaking to mine.

“Good Pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do not touch, and hand to hand is holy palmers kiss.” She spoke skeptically, eyes watching his every move. As he moved his body closer to hers, she had to fight the urge to step back. She could practically feel the magnetic urgency trying to pull them together, but she denied it, craving the comfortability in safety. His hand carefully raised to her jaw, cupping it with a gentle palm.

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” His voice was softer, careful almost, as if he was afraid of her pulling away. Taking in a sharp breath, she paused a moment, seemingly forgetting her lines- though she was quick to steady herself.

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.” She placed a careful hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he slipped an arm around her waist, fingertips resting in the small of her back. She knew it was coming, yet the more he touched her, the harder it was to keep up the boundaries she held.

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” His words were a deep rumbling whisper as his other hand slid up the side of her body. His fingertips gently massaged a path up her shoulder, her collarbone, just to rest carefully on her jawline. His thumb carefully ran over the apple of her cheeks as she struggled to find her line once more.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” Her mouth ran dry as he leaned forwards ever-so-slightly. She felt heat strike through her body and liquid heat pool in between her legs.

“Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.” His voice is deep rumble that vibrates her to her very core. When he leant down and pressed his lips carefully to hers, her world suddenly burst into vibrant colors, warmth immersing the room in the fireworks that flew between them. Both parties had a difficult time pulling apart, but she managed to pull away, only to realize she had a firm grip on his hair. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ted struggled to get his line out without stuttering, “Th-Thus from my lips, by then, my sin is purged.”

His eyes didn’t leave hers for even the slightest millisecond of time and his grip around her just tightened; until the director and everyone else in the class clapped. “That was absolutely stunning.” The director calls out. Almost instantly upon realization that they weren’t alone, they quickly tore apart from each other- she was blushing madly, while Ted just wore a look of confusion.

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It was a few hours after practice and most of the staff went home, while she sat on the stage, silently going over her lines. She was reading through every detail, looking for every emotion. Lying back, she laid the script over her face, mind still flying from the previous events of the day. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps and a soft shift of air around her as whoever it was sat beside her.

“Ted…” She grumbles, without even moving the script from her face. She knew it was him- of course she did, she hates him. His scent filled her nostrils and tempted to distract her.

“(Y/N)…” His voice is gentle; hearing him say her name like that was a surprise. Reaching up, he gently pulls the script away from her face. When her pretty eyes meet his, he smiles softly and just watches her for a moment. “Can we talk?”

“Hmph.” She lets out a soft puff of air and crosses her arms.

“(Y/N).” His voice is still gentle, but this time it takes on a warning tone. She looks back up at him through her lashes and sighs. Rolling her eyes, she moved to sit. “Now that you’re situated… Why do you hate me?”

“Can we just go over our lines, please?” Her eyes are silently pleading, but he just slowly nods with a soft sigh of succession.

“Where do you wanna start-“ He’s quickly cut off as she basically launches at him, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. His mind is telling him to pull away, but everything else is telling him to pull her closer. His hands grip her hips, tight enough to leave bruises and he helps her climb into his lap. Pulling away, he looks up at her with a small smirk, “If you wanted me that bad you just needed to tell me.” He teased gently.

“If you want me at all, you’ll shut the fuck up.” She growls lowly. Raising a brow at her, he reaches behind her and places a firm slap on her rear.

“You better check your attitude with me, Sweetheart.” A squeak left her lips when he spanked her and she jumped, making her grind forward against him. Ted bit back a groan and closed his eyes. “Princess…”

The warmth in his voice and the tempting softness in his eyes made her melt right there in his lap. She was careful and hesitant with each movement she made. Exploring the new territory was terrifying, but it felt so… Right. Her lips traced along his neck, kissing and sucking every exposed inch of skin she could reach. Her canines would occasionally scrape over a patch of skin and her tongue would dart out to soothe it.

“You feel so good… Being such a good girl for me.” Ted mumbled, eyes closed and simply enjoying her sweet touches.

“You taste so good, Teddy.” She mumbles against his skin, tongue flicking out over his pulse point. “Makes me angry how good you feel.” Letting out a deep, breathy chuckle, he pries her away from him and lays her back on the stage.

“I know, Honey, I know…” He coos, pulling her shorts down her legs. His eyes settled on the wet patch on her panties, light hitting it and making it glisten in the most tantalizing way. His mouth watered at the sight. “Why don’t you let me make you feel good? Hmm? I bet you taste as beautiful as you look.” A high pitched whine leaves her lips and she grabs for him to try and pull him close again, but he denies her, instead moving his hands down her thighs and massaging the skin there. His thumbs kneaded her flesh, making her relax for him.

“There ya go, babes… That feel good?” He hums, hands creeping just slightly higher. A soft moan of relief leaves her lips.

“Yessss…” She hisses out softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“You seem to be carrying quite a bit of tension here…” He says smoothly as his hands move to the inside of her thighs and slowly creep higher. “But I think most of your tension is held here.” His fingertips brushing against the wet spot on her panties made her body jolt and a mewl sound around them, the sound bouncing off of the walls.

“Ted.” She whimpers, making him chuckle.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got so much tension… Right here.” As he finished his sentence, he gently pressed his thumb to her clit, making her back arch away from the stage and up towards him.

“Teddy!” She cries out in a lewd beg, hips moving against his hand in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. His thumb just continued to move in slow circles around her throbbing bud, making her cunt clench around nothing.

“What’s wrong, Hon? Hmm?” He teased, watching as her wetness continued to soak through her panties until she was dripping on the stage floor.

“I- I can’t- ‘S too much!” She cries out, nails digging into the skin of his forearm that she held onto for dear life. The confidence in his eyes flared and changed to a much darker expression, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Aww, does it feel too good, Pumpkin? Can’t handle feeling so good?” He mocked her in the most condescending way, but it made a whimper leave her lips as her eyes flashed open and met his. “You’re going to lay there and take it like the filthy slut you are.” He growls lowly, free hand slapping the outside of her thigh hard enough to leave a hand print, but her squeal morphed with a lewd moan of desperation.

“Yes Teddy… I- I can take- take it.” She stuttered out, legs shaking. His degrading hit her body like a truck, making her head go fuzzy. Ted nearly lost it when he saw the pure submissive state that she had slipped into, her eyes staring up at him innocently.

“Look at you, Princess…” He mumbles, pushing her panties aside and slipping his middle finger into her. Her breath caught in her throat and her lips parted in a silent moan. Her eyes locked on his as he curled his finger upwards to hit her most sensitive spot. “So fucking pretty.”

“Ted-“ She tries to speak, but he quickly shushes her. He slipped his ring finger into her as well and placed his free hand on her abdomen, very gently adding pressure. The feeling intensified for her and she cried out a sob, body shaking.

“You know I won’t let anyone else touch you now.” He mumbles, working his fingers faster and harder. “You’re mine now. Mine to degrade, mine to praise, mine to fuck… Mine to protect.” As the words continued to fall from his lips, her chest swelled with a new, overwhelming, uncertain emotion. Her cunt tightened, just as her chest did when she realized what emotion he was evoking in her.

“Ted I-“ He’s quick to cut her off.

“No, Shhh… Trust me, (Y/N)… Let me make you feel good, then you’re free to go back to hating me.” He speaks softly, eyes watching her face, rather than her body.

“No, Ted I want you.” She whimpers softly, her voice so soft and so weak. She sounded so innocent. “Please.” A warm smile broke out across his lips and he nodded, pulling his fingers from her and popping them in his mouth. A low groan rumbled through him, and he closed his eyes to savor her taste. When he pulled his finger free from his mouth.

“So fucking sweet.” He growls, literally ripping her panties from her body. “Because of course, the world’s biggest brat has to have the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He unbuckled his belt and yanked it off, folding it in half. Ted used the folded leather as a riding crop, slapping the outside of her thigh. “Spread ‘em, Cupcake.”

A smirk crossed her lips at the opportunity so clearly in front of her. Shaking her head, she huffed out one simple word, “No.” Ted grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. Giggling wildly, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Mmh, maybe I just won’t let you cum…” She whined at the idea, pouting and smacking his arm, making him use his free hand to hold hers down. “Maybe I’ll just stuff you with my cum and plug you up. Let you throb around a silly toy instead of me.”

“Teddy!” She basically begs, tears of frustration welling up in the corners of her eyes. He let out a warm, hearty laugh at her response and slowly dragged the belt across her abdomen, using it to brush her shirt slightly upwards.

“Aww, poor Pup wants me to breed her?” He asks, raising a brow as his free hand carefully massages her hip. She quickly nodded her head and her hands made a little grabby motion for him, a high pitched whine leaving her lips.

“You’re so precious, Honey.” He hums, undoing the button on his slacks and pushing them down -along with his boxers- just enough for his cock to spring free. Biting her lip, she watched as precum dripped from the tip and fell onto her thigh. Her eyes slowly went up his body to settle on his, boring into his soul.

“I wanna taste you, Theo.” She fluttered her lashes at him in the prettiest, most sweet and innocent way she could.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think you deserve that treat today, Puppy.” He hums, gripping her legs and placing them over his shoulders and leaning so close to her that his lips brushed against hers and he whispered, “You only get what I chose to give you.”

The second that he finished his sentence, he buried himself to the hilt. A cry tore from her throat as her back tried to arch, but couldn’t as he pressed further forward, basically bending her in half. Her hands flew to his back and her nails bit into the fabric, nearly tearing the threads apart piece by piece.

“I’m gonna fill you up until your pretty little body can’t hold anymore.” He growls lowly, biting her lower lip. His words made her cunt tighten around him in an attempt to draw him in even closer. Drawing his hips back slowly, she drew in a sharp gasp when his hips lurched forwards, burying himself inside of her once more.

“Teddddyyy nnngh!” She chokes out, body trembling beneath his and he chuckles darkly, mouth attaching to her.

“What’s wrong, Cupcake? Can you not take it?” He mocked, cooing in her ear as he quickened his pace, fucking into her harshly and caging her in with his arms beside her head. She wildly shook her head, grappling for him with her nails nearly shredding the fabric of his shirt.

“P-please- ta- Ahh~ take it off.” She stutters out, gripping over little moans and whines. Ted found it impossible to resist her pleas when they sounded just so pretty. He kept his eyes on her face as he felt her nails dragging down his back.

“That feel better, Hon?” He mumbles and she buried her face in his neck.

“Yessss…” She hissed, teeth biting into the skin of his neck. “Oh God, Theo…”

“If I’d have known that you’d stop being such a fucking brat, I would’ve fucked you sooner.” He growls, sharply slapping the outside of her thigh as he changed the angle of his hips, making her let out a shaky sob. Tears fell down her cheeks as her vision clouded. Ted smirked as he hummed, watching the way her body morphed and changed position with every thrust.

The way he filled her so full, made her mind fuzzy and her thoughts fade away. Her cunt tightened around him as she threatened to fall over the edge, “Please Ted!”

“I dunno, Pumpkin. Do you think you deserve it?” He asks, halting in his movements, making her so frustrated she nearly screamed.

“Please, please, please, I’ll be so good, I swear. I’ll be so so so good for you Theo, please.” She begged and pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Gimme a kiss then, cutie.” Before his sentence was even complete, she launched herself forward, capturing his lips on hers. While she was distracted, he slipped his hand between the two of them, thumb massaging quick circles on her pretty little bud, picking his thrusts back up. His ministrations, made her let out a squeak against his lips as the band in her belly stretches so tightly that it could break at any second.

“Go ahead, Honey. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. How’s that sound? Want me to fill you up? Get you all round with my babies?” His words were all that she needed, her world exploding into stars and butterflies as her orgasm hits her like a comet hits the earth, shattering her every nerve. Ted watched as her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ and her eyebrows pinched together. He held eye contact with her the entire time, reminding her to breathe as she rides off the effects. “There ya go, there it is. You alright, Sweetie?”

Her breathing began to steady as overstimulation kicked in, “‘M good, Teddy… I wan’ it.” She mumbles as he helped her move her legs from his shoulders to around his waist. His thumbs gently massaged her hips as he slowly picked his thrusts back up.

“I know, honey… Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got ya.” He speaks calmly, watching her as she starts to come back to attention. “There ya are… Welcome back to reality, Sweetheart.” He chuckles softly, giving her a goofy smile. A giggle punctuated by a soft moan leaves her lips and she smiles up at him, her own hands gripping his biceps and rolling her thumbs over his skin.

A soft groan leaves him and he lets his head fall to her chest as he struggles to hold it together. “My God, you’re so fucking tight. Gonna squeeze the life outta me.” He grumbles, placing gentle kisses over her chest as he lazily rolls his hips against hers. Her fingers gently card through his hair as she mumbles her own praises to him.

“You feel so good, Ted. Ya’ make me feel s’ good.” She hums, locking her legs around his waist as he starts to lose his pace. Lifting his head with the little energy he has left he gives her a questioning look.

“You sure you don’t-“ But she was quick to cut him off.

“Cum for me.” She whispers in his ear, placing a careful, open mouthed kiss on his neck. Right when she spoke, her pussy clamped down on him, making his eyes roll back in his head as his hips stutter and he bottoms out inside of her.

“Mmh, fuck…” He growls, filling her to the brim. “So good for me… Takin’ it so fuckin’ well.” His head falls to her chest and he mumbles something into her shirt. Whatever he said made him blush, the tips of his ears going red. She gently cups his jawline and lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you say, Theo?” She asks gently, thumb running across his lip. He paused and just stared at her for a moment, silence floating between them.

“I can’t believe you never realized how in love with you I am.”

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#original: ted lasso #robert downey jr #sebastian stan #chris evans #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #winteriron #stony #stuckony #tony x bucky x steve #the avengers #sassy tony stark #non avengers quotes #quoting the avengers

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astranva · 2 years

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How We Met.

Word Count: 4.4K

Category: Fluff

Warning: some swear words

Summary: In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress!YN at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.

Pairing: overprotective!chris x pregnant!actress!yn from Planet Evans when they were younger.

Can be read independently x

Planet Evans Universe

“I absolutely love it,” you said to Laura Mercier, your makeup artist for the night as you looked at your makeup through the mirror before turning, your cheeks touching in a kiss, “Always giving me the best treats, love.”

“You’re just easy to work with,” in her lovely, enunciated accent, Laura replied, smiling at you.

“You look amazing, Y/N. Absolutely beautiful,” Ted Gibson, your hairdresser, commented from the side of the hotel suite with a wide smile on his face.

“It takes a village, doesn’t it?” You chuckled, approaching him to press your cheek to his in a kiss, “Thank you, Ted. You know I trust you the most with my hair.”

“And it’s such an honor, you have no idea.”

“Y/N, ready for the dress?” Evie, your personal assistant, asked, “Kate’s coming up.”

Getting ready for events wasn’t always your most favored time, but at moments like that, you were grateful to be working with professional people whom you enjoyed spending time being stuck in a chair for a minimum of 3 hours with.

Kate Young, a trusted young stylist you trusted and enjoyed working with for a couple of years, was sporting an eager grin the moment she stepped inside the suite, immediately approaching your open arms for a greeting hug and a kiss on your cheek, “You already look so beautiful.”

“Aw stop,” you waved her off with a giggle, “Did you have a nice trip?”

“I did,” she replied, “Thank you for letting them pick me up. That was a very nice car.”

“Only the best for my friends, yeah?” You gave her a sheepish shrug, “Are we ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

As your dress was pulled put of its protective bag, a wide grin was painted on your lips, looking at the gorgeous black and orange dress in awe.

“God, I can’t wait to wear you,” you mumbled, running your hand over the soft material.

“Was the Oscar’s one uncomfortable?” Kate asked.

You shook your head, “Was perfect. You know I can never thank you enough for making sure I wear comfortable clothes,” you said, “Nothing beats that pink Valentino gown from last year though.”

“You loved that one so much that you actually kept it,” Kate replied with a laugh.

You hummed with a nod, “It was so good.”

As you stepped out of your robe and into your dress with Kate’s help, she was hesitant to ask you the one question she was very curious to ask.

“How do you feel? I can’t believe you don’t have an Oscar nom this year.”

You smoothed down the front of the gorgeous dress before giving her an assuring smile, “You know I don’t care about that, right?”

“I know, I know, but still. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you didn’t win anything this year, I don’t know.”

“I’m just glad the reviews about The Spectacular Now were good,” you said, “Miles is over the moon about it, and I think–I don’t know really, I’ve been enjoying his reactions to it all more than anything.”

Kate sighed, shaking her head at you as she adjusted the dress, “If you can just be a little selfish and petty for a minute or two.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah? Would you want to work with me still?”

“Well duh, you’re Y/N Y/L/N. Do you realize how much work I’ve been getting ever since I started styling you?”

“It’s because you’re talented.”

“It’s because you’re effortlessly beautiful and the world loves you,” Kate said.

You smiled sheepishly, not replying back as you let her do the final touches before she helped you put on your heels.

Kate stepped back, her hands going to cover her mouth as she took you all in.

“No, stop that,” you laughed, “How do I look?”

“I can’t believe-Y/N, look at you!”

“Best dressed?” You teased her, remembering how she always told you that you were going to be labelled as best dressed whenever she styled you.

“For sure,” she nodded.

You walked back to the living room in the suite, a shy smile on your face as everyone who was helping you get ready gasped and gazed at you.

“You deserve an Oscar for best dressed.”

The ride to the Vanity Fair After Party wasn’t at all eventful, as in its 13-minute glory, you, your driver and personal assistant were jamming to ABBA songs in between Evie taking pictures of you.

“Are you ready?” She asked as soon as the car came to a stop.

“Does it matter?” You joked with a chuckle before Evie gave a nod to the bodyguard standing outside your door.

An awaited entrance was what everyone described it as, because the moment your foot stepped out of the car was the same moment that everyone went wild.

Deafening screams and shouting of your name were heard, the frantic camera shutters in the background as you stepped out of the car with a smile on your face.

“She’s here! Y/N Y/L/N is here!” Multiple interviewers and reporters announced to their cameras.

“I just know that Y/N Y/L/N arrived,” Jennifer Lawrence said in the midst of her interview, attempting to step back and catch a glimpse of you, “God, I’m sweating at the thought of her being here.”

“There’s a photo booth inside, who’s someone you’re excited to take a photo with?” Another interviewer asked Emilia Clarke.

Giving a laugh, Emilia replied, “I’ll be trying my best to impress Y/N Y/L/N to take a picture with her. I’ll be working o-Oh, is that her? That’s her. That’s her.”

You waved to the crowd of eager paparazzi and interviewers, walking down the carpet in a composed strut and giving them your infamous small smile as you followed the carpet’s coordinator before standing in spot and beginning to pose.

Further down the carpet and in a classic black suit stood Chris, hands in his pockets as he smiled at the paparazzi, unaware of the fact that his celebrity crush was breathing the same air as him.

In your orange and black gown, you looked at the snapping cameras, posing to all angles. It wasn’t until you looked beside you that you had spotted Stevie Nicks, whose eye instantly caught yours and with open arms, you both approached each other.

“You look absolutely wonderful,” she said, looking at you from beneath her dark sunglasses.

“No, look at you,” you shook your head before bringing her in another hug, “Let’s take a few pictures together.”

With linked arms, you and Stevie posed together, making other celebrities pause and look so they could witness two icons of different industries just effortlessly make everyone lose their cool.

As you posed, with a calm and collected stance that masked his growing anxiety and butterflies in his stomach, Chris approached an interviewer who instantly beamed at the opportunity of interviewing Captain America.

“You’re looking absolutely amazing,” she began.

“Thank you, thank you,” Chris smiled, giving his suit a quick glance before looking back at her.

“We wanted to know who’s someone that Captain America wants to see tonight? Maybe talk and mingle with inside?”

“Uh, there are a lot of people-a lot of people,” he nodded, looking beside him for a fleeting second before looking back at her, “So many incredible people I want to see. I’m meeting Hemsworth inside though,” he smiled, pointing behind him.

“A little Avengers reunion,” she joked.

“Yeah, just a quick get-together,” Chris chuckled.

“If you can be introduced to one celebrity here tonight, who would it be?”

Chris hummed in thought, looking up as he did before bringing his index to his chin, “Just one?”

“Just one.”

“Probably-Alright, alright,” he nodded, “It has to be Y/N Y/L/N,” he answered.

“Ooo, you went there.”

“I went there,” Chris laughed with a nod, “That’s-That’s the dream.”

“You know, we were just talking to Michael B. Jordan and he gave us the same answer.”

“Oh, oh, guess that’s a challenge now, huh? A competition?” Chris joked with a laugh.

“You need to have a word with him,” the short interviewer joked, pointing at Chris.

“Let’s get to it,” he nodded, playing along.

“Well Chris, thank your for the nice chat and have fun inside.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled.

As celebrities posed and talked, you were escorted to your first and only interview of the after-party’s red carpet.

With sweaty palms and a frantically beating heart, Vanity Fair’s interviewer had a tight hold on her microphone as you approached her, “Y/N is here,” she announced to the camera.

“How are you?” You asked, sensing her nerves, making you reach forward to give her a brief greeting hug, “You look lovely.”

With a flushed face, she grinned, “Wow, thank you so much but look at you,” she motioned towards you, “Who are you wearing?”

“This is Schiaparelli,” you answered, glancing down at your dress, “It’s such a nice dress, we’ve been working on it for a while now and they did an amazing job.”

“They really did,” she agreed, “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” you smiled.

“So, you have two new movies coming out later this year, Gone Girl and Interstellar,” she began, “What should we be expecting?”

“I mean, it’s David Fincher and Christopher Nolan,” you chuckled, “You know better than to have expectations, really. I feel like with Gone Girl, you’re going to need to stay focused when you’re watching it, especially if you haven’t read the book first.”

“Do we need to read the book first before watching it?”

“I feel like it’s a matter of preference here. Some people prefer to read first, others like the surprise of it,” you gave a shrug, “So I can’t really give you a definite answer, you just do what you think is best honestly. There are no rules to how you decide to enjoy the movie.”

“And how was working with Christopher Nolan on Interstellar?”

“Phenomenal,” you smiled, “I admire Nolan and I-I have always wanted to work with him in any way, so I’m just honored to be part of something I believe will be so big—So promising. It’s definitely been an amazing experience that I’d love to go through again.”

“Everyone’s so excited to watch it, it’s all we’ve been talking about,” she smiled, “How does Miles feel about the movies? Is he excited?”

If there was anything you were sure of, it was that after going public a year ago with your relationship with Miles Teller, you were always going to get asked about him.

“He’s very excited,” you nodded with a smile, “He’s been so supportive. He’s-He’s incredible.”

“Awww,” she cooed, “Alright last question, anyone we expect to see you partying with inside?”

You laughed lightly, “Well,” you looked around for a moment, “So many friends here,” you said, “I think I’ll be floating around,” you answered, “There are so many people I want to see inside. There’s the incredible Serene Williams, there’s Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, Taylor Swift,” you listed, “So many people, so many people.”

“It’s going to be a busy night.”

“Busy night for sure,” you chuckled.

“Well, thank you so much, Y/N. We hope you have a great night.”

“You too, love, thank you,” you gave her a smile, inching forward to give her another brief hug before moving away.

After what seemed like forever of posing to flashing cameras and screaming grown women and men, all voices of shouting were replaced by the sound of music and chatter as celebrities of all statuses mingled, danced, and talked.

There you stood, your big gown looking smaller after you had taken off your big orange train and were left with the black fitting dress, the orange on the front not being the only vibrant thing about you–it was you as a whole.

Nervous celebrities eyed you, wishing they had the courage to approach you. Envious celebrities ogled at you, wishing it were them whom people worshipped the ground they walked on.

And then there was Chris.

You seemed engrossed in the conversation you were having with Jennifer Garner; back straight, eyes set on Jennifer, nodding to what she was saying, and Chris couldn’t help but keep glancing at you.

“Join the line,” Hemsworth joked, elbowing him with a quiet chuckle before bringing his drink to his lips.

“You can introduce yourself,” Liam Hemsworth said from beside his brother, “She’s lovely. A fucking gem.”

“You talked?” Chris asked.

Liam nodded, “A couple of years ago at The Hunger Games premiere,” he answered.

“He almost shat himself,” Hemsworth said, laughing when Liam jabbed him in the ribs.

“Coming from the guy who fucking cried when she shook his hands during Snow White and the Hunstman premiere.”

“Oh fuck off,” Hemsworth scoffed.

“I can’t blame either of you,” Chris said, “She’s–Look at her,” he discreetly motioned towards you, “She’s successful as fuck, right? She is. But she’s–She’s so fucking beautiful, look at her.”

“Join the fucking line,” Hemsworth repeated, laughing when Chris flipped him off, “She’s intimidating, I admit.”

“But she’s also so sweet,” Liam said with a slight shake of his head, “But I think-Look, don’t get offended but imagine you go up to her and she has no idea who you are.”

“Thank you, Liam,” Chris replied sarcastically, “Thank you so much. That-That honestly makes me feel so much better.”

The older Hemsworth chuckled as his younger brother raised his hands up, “Sorry, mate, just-You probably thought about it.”

“Of course I did,” Chris replied, “She’s Y/N Y/L/N for fuck’s sake,” he discreetly motioned towards you.

“And if she did know you? Then what? You date? Get married?” Hemsworth joked.

“That’s as if she’s single,” Liam chuckled, “Miles is one lucky fucker.”

“Is so,” Chris nodded, glancing at you, “It’s not like I want something. I just-Don’t we all just admire her? Like, look at that,” he pointed, “Here’s Orlando Bloom looking at her, and here’s-I don’t know who the fuck that is but she’s been taking a step forward then backward for the past, like 15 minutes and trying to talk to her,” he said, making the brothers watch, “There’s no way I can set a foot near her without making a fucking fool out of myself.”

“Aw come on, mate,” Hemsworth patted him on the shoulder, “That’s some negative talk.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris raised his eyebrows, “Go talk to her then.”

“Nah,” Hemsworth, with a feigned nonchalant expression, scrunched his nose and shook his head with a shrug, “I’m-I’m good.”

Unaware to the conversations happening about you, you laughed with Jennifer Garner, only beaming when you were joined by Anne Hathaway, greeting each other with a kiss to the cheek.

“How was filming with Nolan?” Anne asked.

“A breeze,” you answered, “And Mathew’s just amazing to work with. They brought this kid,” you began, “I think he’s eighteen or nineteen, I can’t really remember. His name is Timothee Chalamet.”

“Is that French?” Jennifer asked.

You nodded, “American-French,” you stated, “And you heard it from me first but give him a few years and everyone and their mother is going to want this kid.”

“You always do that!” Anne laughed, pointing at you, “You always predict these things!”

“Exactly like what happened with Jennifer Lawrence,” Jennifer laughed, “You have a radar.”

You laughed, giving your friends a shrug, “I don’t even know, I just-His role is pretty small, but I have a gut feeling about him, I can’t explain it.”

“You never do,” Anne said, “But hold on now,” she held her hand out, “Where’s Miles?”

“Things have been a little messy with his movie’s release date,” you said, “He hasn’t been sleeping well, hasn’t been, like, dealing with it all so well. Just tired, you know? So we figured it’d be better if he sat that one out,” you said.

They both nodded, “How does he feel about the movie? Was it draining?”

You nodded, “It was, but I have a good feeling about it.”

They smiled at each other, “That’s when you know it’s a good movie,” Jennifer said, pointing at you.

“Speaking of good movies,” Anne began, “Did any of you get invited to that new Marvel movie coming out next month? The Captain America one?”

You nodded, “I did, but I’m not sure I’ll be going.”

“Why?”

“Because Marvel’s been on my ass since 2008, I don’t want them thinking that by going I’ll be giving them a shot.”

“What do you have against them so bad?” Jen laughed.

“Because I don’t want to belong to one universe,” you answered, “It’s different when it’s drama—when it’s a series, but with movies? I like to experiment with those, and that’s just not something I can do with Marvel.”

“Good point,” Anne said, “Man, fuck superheroes.”

“But-wait, wait,” Jen held her hands out, inching closer, “Have you actually seen Captain America? Like the actor?”

“Isn’t he-The blond?” You asked, “Big body?” You puffed your chest.

“He’s not looking very blond right now,” Anne said before bringing her glass to her lips, tilting her head slightly to the right.

“Don’t look because he’s been looking here,” Jen told you.

“I won’t,” you said, “I have a boyfriend. Stop that.”

Anne gasped dramatically, “You can’t deny it when someone’s good looking.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, “Doesn’t mean I need to look.”

“Just a tiny glance.”

“No.”

“A glimpse.”

“No.”

“A little peak.”

“No.”

“A-Holy fuck, he’s coming over.”

“N-what?”

The 3 of you cleared your throats, straightening your postures as you put up a nonchalant front, beginning a random conversation of “wow, that happened?” and “and what else did you do?”.

It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat that your head turned to the sound, coming face to face with a bearded, not blond, and anxious Chris.

“Hey, um, I’m really sorry if I’m intruding,” he began, looking at you before glancing at Jennifer and Anne, “But I’m a huge, huge fan and just-I just-um, I thought it would be okay if I came and said that. That I’m a huge fan, I mean.”

Chris felt like the biggest loser.

Between being in your close proximity, to your eyes on him, to him fumbling over his words, he wished for nothing more than for earth to swallow him whole right there and then.

But then you gave him a warm smile, eyes glistening under the lights and face welcoming to his nervous, shy aura.

You held your hand out and Chris almost melted.

Warm and delicate are two adjectives he’d use to describe your hand as you shook hands.

“What an honor,” you began, “We were just talking about your movie that’s coming out next month.”

And then he felt like crying because holy shit you knew he was an actor, you knew his movie, and you knew its release date.

The moment your hand left his was a moment that Chris would never forget because if he had a last wish, it definitely was to keep your hand in his for the longest while and that was something that your boyfriend didn’t need to know.

“Were you?” In surprise, Chris asked.

You nodded, “I loved the first part,” you said.

Unbeknownst to Chris, you did love the first part and you did want to watch the next one but there was one thing you couldn’t remember.

His name.

“Oh, oh wow,” he laughed, “Thank you, that means a lot,” he put a hand to his heart, “Means so much,” he said, “I can’t wait for your movies either. I’m-I’m sure they’re going to be incredible.”

“Right? She never disappoints,” Anne said, smiling at you before looking back at Chris.

Jennifer nodded, “Only Y/N can have Nolan and Fincher movies coming out in the same year.”

“Only Y/N,” Chris agreed, “Let’s not forget Peaky Blinders.”

“Peaky Blinders!” Anne exclaimed with wide eyes, “I physically can’t wait for the second season.”

“It’s a good one,” you said with a smile, “We were talking about you, how did this turn to be about me?” You asked Chris, “Have you been enjoying the title? The Captain America title?”

“I’ll go check on Ben,” Jennifer said, “Excuse me,” with a smile, she walked away.

You hummed at Chris, letting him know that he had your attention.

“I-“

“I need to use the restroom,” Anne then said, “Sorry. Excuse me,” she smiled at the both of you before walking away.

“Sorry,” you smiled at Chris, “Go on.”

At the fact that it was just you and him, Chris grew more anxious. He wasn’t sure if it was respectful to put his hands in his pockets as he talked to you, deeming you as royalty, but his sweaty palms chose otherwise by letting him stuff them in his warm pockets.

“Um, it’s-it’s been a positive experience at most, I’d say. Maybe-It’s definitely stressful,” he said, you nodding as you intently listened, “You know, having to-having to always look a certain way, behave a certain way because there are children who are-children who are taking Cap as a role model, that sort of stressful, you know?”

You hummed, nodding, “I understand,” you said, “It’s definitely stressful and I can’t say you’ll be getting over it any time soon,” you chuckled slightly, “But I feel like you have so much power to set a right example to kids right now.”

Chris nodded, “Definitely, definitely,” he agreed, “That’s the half full cup right there.”

“The half full cup,” you nodded with a smile, “Are you excited about the world seeing your new movie? How does it feel?”

Liam was right. You were a fucking gem.

If it weren’t for Hemsworth bribing Chris by telling him that he’d steal the Captain America shield for him, Chris wouldn’t have been standing with you, that was for sure. But what Chris didn’t expect was that you were going to keep the conversation flowing, wanting to make him feel seen and heard in a way he didn’t expect someone of your status to care about.

“I’m excited,” he began, “Nervous for sure,” he laughed, making you nod with a laugh, understanding where he was coming from, “But I’m trying to mask that with excitement.”

“Fake it till you make it,” you gave him a shrug with a smile—an innocent act that shouldn’t have made Chris swoon.

“That’s right,” he chuckled. Chris knew it was risky. He knew that he’d be kicking himself in the balls later, but nevertheless, he still asked: “Would you-Would you like a drink?”

It wasn’t the first time that you were asked the same thing by those who feel adventurous enough to ask, and in a way, it was easy to answer.

“Um, I don’t drink,” you said, not wanting to bruise his anxious ego.

It was one thing that you didn’t want to be grabbing drinks with people who might misinterpret your agreement to you being interested even though you had a loving boyfriend, and it was another that it was your history with an abusive, alcoholic, sick excuse of a father keep you away from putting alcohol anywhere near your lips.

“But I did hear that Bill Murray has a special order that everyone’s been getting,” you added quickly, not wanting him to get embarrassed, “I’m sticking to my lime soda,” you chuckled, raising your empty glass.

His cheeks were already flushed red, giving you a smile as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I-I understand,” he said, “I mean I understand that you don’t drink. I respect it. Not that I understand Murray’s order,” he rambled before his face fell a little, “I understand that Murray has a special order though, I just-I don’t know what it is, but I get it. I-Fuck,” he said the last part under his breath, embarrassment almost seeping through his skin.

You gave him an assuring smile, “I don’t know what the order is either,” you said.

Before Chris could further embarrass himself, he watched as Lady Gaga approach you, putting her hand on your shoulder before you turned, letting out an excited “Oh!” before hugging her.

He couldn’t hear what Gaga said to you, but he could see her pointing behind her before you nodded and turned to him, “Would you excuse me?”

“Yeah, of course, sure. Yeah,” he nodded, “Go ahead.”

Reaching your hand out, “It was nice talking to you,” you smiled, “Good luck with your movie.”

“Same here,” he smiled, shaking your head, “Thank you.”

“Get that special order, will you?” You joked before turning with Gaga and walking away.

Walking back to the Hemsworth brothers, Chris tried to maintain a calm and collected stance, pursing his lips as to not laugh at their reactions; Chris Hemsworth bit his fist in feigned worry, Luke covered mouth as he laughed, and Liam was calmly clapping and nodding his head at Chris.

“How was it?” Chris H. asked as soon as Chris approached them.

“I-I might have made a fucking fool out of myself but I’m pretty sure that was my ‘I made it’ moment,” he pointed behind him.

Like a bunch of high school kids, the tall men were giggling, laughing and clapping each others on the backs as Chris acted out his brief conversation with you, being everything but professional actors at a high-profile after party.

It wasn’t until Evie, your assistant, approached you later to make sure your makeup and hair were all set that you managed to ask:

“Who’s the guy who plays Captain America? What’s his name?”

“Chris Evans,” Evie answered with an eager smile, “Saw him looking like a nervous kid and talking to you.”

You chuckled, “He was nice,” you said, “Just felt bad for not remembering his name.”

“Poor guy,” she said, brushing back a piece of your hair and lightly patting it into place, “He’ll probably remember this moment all his life.”

You only hummed before thanking her, going back to your night of mingling, unaware that until the very last moment of his night, Chris was as bright as a kid on a Christmas night over talking to you.

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chicken-fifi · 3 months

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Stray Kids Reaction | You Have a Heart Condition

Pairing: Stray Kids Members x Reader

Requested by @curiousgworge : hey! uhm, i know this request may sound weird, but i just had a procedure done and found out that i'm gonna need a peacemaker. im kinda freaked out and in a lot of pain right now, so how do you think the stray kids guys would be with a parter that has heart conditions? faints out of nowhere and gets real tired over almost nothing cause their heart just can't keep up. sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but im kinda nervous and feel like this could calm me down? anyway, thankyou for coming to my TED talk 🤍

Genre: angst (?)/fluff (?)

A/n: i know i said it in my response but i wanted to say it here too, but i wish you the best in your procedure and a very speedy recovery. i genuinely hope that the pacemaker does help you for the better and that your nerves are eased a bit. please take care of yourself and your health. note for readers that this is not going to be medically accurate.

Tunes: You're forced to let go of your comfort character, but you can’t | Playlist | by Martine Malfoy

Bang Chan:

I envision Chris as being very protective of you in general

So if you have a heart condition he does nag a bit when you do things that he knows are going to tire you out or cause problems for you

Yes he’s busy, but ask him to do the hard things to spare you from the trouble and possible complications

He reads up on your condition and asks questions to get as familiar as he can with with it so he’s aware of the symptoms and signs he should be worried about

He also does his best to find activities that you can enjoy that can also help keep your heart healthy without tiring you out and joins you in doing them

“Please ask me to do this next time.”

Lee Know:

Minho gets worried and frets over you constantly

He tries not to let it show, but it does

He goes out of him way to do things for you when he notices that you’re doing something much more taxing than normal and plays it off as he was just just about to do the same thing anyways so why not

He does his best to be a good caretaker but also not cross a line that makes you uncomfortable

“Oh, this? I was going to do the same thing anyways so I’ll just do it.”

Changbin:

Also a bit of a nagger and frets over you

However Changbin does these things in a more silent manner

Like he’ll do them before you even think to avoid even the possibility of you doing something taxing

He also reminds you constantly to call him for anything

No matter how small

“Text me, call me. If you need anything done. Anything. Just call me and I’ll do it.”

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin is in a constant state of worry when he isn’t with you

He knows a fair amount about your condition from what you’ve told him and what he’s read from credible sources on the web

He also knows you can be stubborn and force yourself to do things rather than taking it easy and allowing yourself to be vulnerable

Which he understands, to go from being so independent to not being able to have level of independence is a hard transition

“Just let me help you out okay? I know you can do it, but please let me.”

Han:

Jisung picked up on everything really quickly

From the worrying rate at which you would get tired doing little things to the day you fainted

He’s the first person to call you on everything that you shouldn’t be doing when you’re supposed to be resting

It may be annoying and frustrating, but it comes from a well meaning place

He’s honestly just doesn’t know how to express that because for a hot minute he really thought he was going to lose you

“You’re supposed to be resting right now. It’s not good for your heart so soon after everything.”

Felix:

Another worrywart

Felix tries to read up and understand the condition from what your doctors tell him after your initial hospitalization

And he takes all of their suggestions to heart on what you should and shouldn’t do

He’s constantly on your heels just making sure you’re okay and it can get annoying here too

So he does try to back off but he continues to watch on and intervene when he notices things are going awry

“I’ll help you. You do this and I’ll do that, how does that sound?”

Seungmin:

Seungmin voices everything

Concerns, worries, fears, and questions

And listens to everything you have to say to about your condition

He supports your need and want to be independent

But also steps in when he notices that he needs to or when you not necessarily want to say or admit to needing some help

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry about it.”

I.N:

Jeongin is another who worries and it shows

His worry stems purely from the fact that there’s nothing he can to stop the illness

He can help avoid problems and do things for you that could lead to some serious health issues

But ultimately, there’s not much that he has any control over

And that terrifies him for you

But he does his best to support and be there for you

Taking all of your worries and carrying them with you as best as he can

“You’re not doing this alone. I’ll be here. Every single step of the way. I promise.”

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i don’t normally care abt drama, but i keep seeing madi stories of her x a female reader and that is not right. madi is straight (as far as we know anyways) and there is nothing confirmed (by madi herself) of her having interest in having a female partner.

you guys know how having nick x a female reader in a romantic way is wrong? so is with madi. madi is straight, she likes men not women. this is wrong on so many levels.

i don’t see you writing nick with a girl so why are you writing madi with a girl? i’ve seen countless stories, imagines, and more of madi x a female reader. this is not right.

now this isn’t drama i haven’t seen anyone say anything. but i have seen far too many stories of madi x a girl and it is wrong on so many levels.

1. you wouldn’t write nick with a female reader right (unless it was solely platonic)? or matt or chris with a male reader right (unless it was solely platonic)?

2. why is it right to do that to madi? this is sexism at its finest and shows every part of this fandom is fucked up in so many ways.

thanks for listening to my ted talk!

please reblog i’m sick of these stories.

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Too Sweet: Prologue

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

A/N: I did a poll to see if y’all wanted this but I already had it written so it was a trick question 😌😌😌💕

Contains: literally nothing, no smut no fluff just story

TW: alcohol abuse?, drunk driving, existential dread

Matt is an optimistic do gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his masters degree. He’s far from home but he feels like the world is at his fingertips.

Cricket is a high school drop out going nowhere fast. She’s deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.

They can’t help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?

This is what they were doing the morning of the day they met.

Y/N’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday. I take a shot of fireball in preparation for my 12 hour shift at The Enchanted Mushroom Tavern and Inn. It is a belief commonly held that taverns and inns only exist in dungeons and dragons. This is false, as all well loved imaginary things come to life with time. That’s a fancy way of saying this place was built for people who LARP and I have to pretend I’m a medieval bar wench.

I squeeze myself into my costume that consists of an off white shirt with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, a mossy green skirt with a tattered and uneven hem, and a brown corset over top that I will note is Elizabethan and not medieval. The woefully inaccurate uniform isn’t the worst part of the job though. While at work my name is no longer Y/N it’s Petronella Epworth the fucking third and I wear the dumbass name tag to prove it.

“Let’s go, Phoebe!” I yell from our living room. I’ve never been a patient woman. Not even when we were kids. We met in kindergarten when she was hesitant going down the big slide at the park and I decided she was taking too long and pushed her. I’m bitch but I’m an insanely efficient, hardworking bitch that gets what she wants.

“Give me a minute!” She’s been working at the Tavern with me for a year and a half, and I’m always 15 minutes early for work. Because we carpool, she is always 15 minutes early for work, which has given her a reputation of reliability that she does not deserve. Phoebe has a few redeeming qualities to make up for her flakiness. When I need her, and she actually shows up, she’s unreasonably nurturing. One time, when I got sick after I dropped out of high school, she played hooky and stayed in my family’s trailer to take care of me. She brought ingredients for homemade soup and blankets. Nice blankets, too, the fleece ones that go on sale around Christmas time. The book she stole from her mother’s collection to read to me was the highlight of my week. It was called “My Alpha Mate.” The main character was an omega, and her love interest was an alpha. I think they were like werewolves or something. It was extremely smutty.

“I’ll just wait in the car, then!” There’s a loud thud as I close the front door. My van is objectively shitty. It’s a 1998 Nissan Quest that I’ve named Ted. I do, however, feel that if you’re 24 and own a van, you ought to be either a mother or a hippie with that cool Volkswagon. My vehicle doesn’t match me at all, but at least he carts around all the shit I own that doesn’t fit in my apartment. While I wait in the driver’s seat, I take a swig from the flask I keep in the car—fireball, of course, always fireball. I take a long look at myself in my rearview mirror and wonder what I’m doing with my life.

Matt’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday and the sun is shining down on me through the sunroof of my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I already know it’s one of my brothers.

We’re triplets and have never been apart for more than 3 days at a time. When I was getting my bachelors degree they got an apartment two blocks away from my dorm. Chris and Nick never went to college and started a clothing brand called Fresh Love and a chapstick brand called Space Camp. Safe to say my lips are well moisturized. I’m actually wearing gray Fresh Love sweatpants right now. They’re very comfortable and perfect for long drives. I’m embarking on a 10 hour road trip to my new apartment near Redwood University where I will be studying for the next 5 years. My brothers think I’m absolutely insane for moving this far away from home.

“Chris, you know I hate answering the phone while I’m driving.” He does this on purpose to piss me off, but when I get into an accident because he divided my attention, he’s going to be sorry.

“Dude, did you know Red U’s mascot is a booby.”

“Yes, I did.” I most certainly did not know that.

Nick chimes in because, of course, Nick is there too. They’re never far apart. “Okay, but, listen to me when I say this, Matt, it’s a blue-footed booby at Red U.” He puts emphasis on blue and red. “Doesn’t that bother you? It bothers us!”

“Why on earth would that bother me? I’m not going for the sports anyway.” It bothers me a great deal. I can’t believe I have to rep the Redwood blue-footed boobies. This will surely tarnish the Sturniolo family name.

“Shut up!” says Chris. “I know it bothers you, and that’s why you have to turn that car around immediately and come back home.”

“Chrissy, I love you and Nick the most, but I have to go. I’ve got a scholarship and a once-in-a-lifetime internship.” Red U is home to one of the most prestigious research labs in America, and I have an internship there. It’s the whole reason I applied to the university; the scholarship was just an added bonus—the perks of being a straight-A student.

He groans, “I know. We know you’re going to go out and do great things.”

We’re just gonna miss our little Mattmallow,” adds Nick in that weird baby voice people use sometimes. My heart sinks at the use of my childhood nickname.

“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” More than I’ve missed anyone ever.

“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave you alone. I know you hate talking and driving,” Nick says, and I know he’s feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Love you, guys.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The line goes dead and I know I should feel some sort of sadness but really I just feel loved. I am deeply loved, my future is bright, and I feel like today is an omen.

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