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hcs of going to the pride parade with mikey characters (you can pick only one character if it helps you)

Mikey Madison characters at a pride parade

Characters: Amber Freeman, Anora Mikheeva, Max Fox, River (All souls)

Notes: This was meant to be posted sooner but then life got in the way so I do apologise for that. As always I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

Amber Freeman

• Amber tries really hard to play it cool like she’s not that hyped, but honestly she spent like ages picking her outfit (she won’t admit it though).

• She probably wears something casual like a dress and boots or maybe a top that says “Dead inside but still gay” plus a cheeky little pin that says “Lesbi honest.”

• Acts like she’s just there for moral support but ends up cheering loudly for the drag queens more than once.

• Has a little pride flag to wave around, also has heart shaped sunglasses because it matches.

• Keeps wandering off to check out all the stalls. Comes back with a bunch of random little things, maybe a pair of quirky earrings for you, some pins for the group, and snacks she swears you “need.” Acts like it’s no big deal but it’s clear she’s trying to make sure everyone’s having a good time.

• Pays close attention to everything, especially the people around her. She notices the little things most don’t, quietly staying aware and making sure things feel right without making it obvious.

• When someone compliments her, she just awkwardly shrugs it off or makes a joke instead of really reacting.

Anora Mikheeva

• Tells everyone she’s going days in advance. Talks it up like it’s just a fun little outing, but she’s clearly looking forward to it.

• Gets her nails done the day before. Something bold and bright. She shows them off without saying much, but she definitely expects you to notice.

• Picks out something stylish that stands out just enough. Nothing over the top. She looks amazing and she knows it.

• Loves the crowd. She fits right in, laughing with people, complimenting outfits, handing you a free sticker someone gave her like it was meant for you all along.

• Buys something from a booth that she absolutely did not need. Probably something funny, like a mug that says “Queer Chaos” or a fan with glittery lettering.

• Keeps glancing at the schedule and casually suggesting where to go next. Somehow she leads you to the best parts without ever acting bossy.

• Waves a little pride flag she picked up and keeps it in her back pocket when she’s not using it. Occasionally she fans herself with it and smirks.

• Gets you dancing when the right song comes on. Tugs at your hand and goes, “Come on, it’s this one.”

• Takes tons of photos, but only posts the two that look effortless. The rest are for her camera roll and for teasing you later.

• After the parade ends she kicks off her shoes and sighs with a small smile, feeling quietly happy.

Max Fox

• Says yes right away. She acts chill about it, but it’s clear she’s actually kind of excited.

• Wears something bright and cute. Not too loud, but definitely thoughtful.

• Does her makeup to match, maybe some shimmer, maybe a small flag somewhere. Just enough to show she’s in the spirit.

• Makes a little sign the night before. Nothing flashy. Just something simple that means something to her.

• Loves the energy. She’s smiling more than usual and definitely taking it all in.

• Knows the history. Talks about it with you in passing, like it’s obvious everyone should care.

• Takes a few photos but mostly stays present.

• At some point she leans in and says, “I’m glad we came.” And you know she really means it.

River

• Says she doesn’t really “do stuff like this.” Still shows up anyway. Sharp eyeliner. Hair tied back. Calm and collected like she’s done it all before.

• Keeps close to you in the crowd. Doesn’t flinch at the noise or the energy, but watches everything with quiet eyes. She’s taking it all in, doesn’t say much.

• Wears something simple. But there’s one bold detail. A pin or a bracelet, something her daughter helped her pick out. She doesn’t mention it, but it matters.

• Doesn’t smile at first, just nods, watching. But when she sees families together or a group of kids dancing in glitter, she looks down. Smirks a little.

• There’s a sign under her arm. It’s not flashy. Just a piece of cardboard with words she scribbled out and rewrote twice. It says something simple. Honest.

• Doesn’t join in every cheer but when something hits like a chant or a speaker that says something real she says it too. Not loud, but it means something.

• Later, she says “It felt important to be here.” It’s quiet but it’s real, and you can tell it means more than just the words.

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i built the anora logo and mikey madison as anora in minecraft

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oh i'm so obsessed she's so perfect so gorgeous so-

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Uy Philippines!! Hii, its rare to find Filipino anora loversss!!💞

hell yeahhh 🇵🇭 🇵🇭 it's not super rare, some great mikey madison fan-artists are filipino too as far as i know! maybe more than u think 🤔

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Life happened after I moved to a new city, but I finally finished this piece for my favorite film of 2024, Sean Baker's Oscar-winning Anora.

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max and r ex gfs to lovers again trope hits hard tonight as i think about it 🤌🏻😩

i feel like max is the type to hold onto grudges. the type to cut off exes no contact, no exceptions. that second chances are just opening yourself up for more hurt.

with past relationships, it was even easy for max to move on. she'll sob in her room and crash out for a day or two, but she'll lean on her friends and family and come out realising it was for the better. get a new beau within the week.

but when it's reader? it just hits different. she finds herself reminiscing more, a foreign pang in her chest upon feeling your absence. it feels wrong. she's listless. pacing her room, not knowing what to do with herself but knowing that she can't stay still otherwise you'll enter her mind again. little things reminding max of you no matter where she goes, like the street you two always walked down hand in hand, or the inside jokes that never failed to crack her up.

max feels the urge to move on to the next - her reflex when it comes to these things. but the thought of kissing someone else, holding someone else, turning around to see their face when really all she wants to see is yours... it sickens her. she'll overhear your mutual friends talking about you, bite her lip so hard it bleeds when they mention you going out on dates again. she says she's fine but the second your friends turn, max gets woozy and has to clutch a walk for balance. you? with someone else? no, oh no. you should be here.

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Hiya, just wanted to drop in and say how much I love your writing ❤️

I've read all of it at least twice, your Anora works so many times I've lost count they are just so stunning. You capture all of Mikey's characters so well, your writing is just amazing and I so look forward to anything that comes out in the future 😊

p.s. I'm so sorry for the ani x mafia!reader craze I started (yes that was me, and I'm also the I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) anon 😬) it was a late night, intrusive thought that I just had to share with someone 🫣

HELLO YES, thank u for that prompt honestly. i've been focusing on youtube since it got monetised but i wanna write again soon. mikey as a mobwife/moll hehe

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ROME — anora mikheeva.

pairing: anora x fem!rich!reader

summary: you take ani to a trip to rome <3

word count: 3,130.

warning(s): strap-on, sex by the open window, doggy style. it's mostly fluff at the beginning and smut at the very end. enjoy! 🫠

author's note: idk what that is. also, sorry for so little smut, i'm terrible at it </3 probably gonna edit it and add some other things later when i get more ideas tho 🫡

ani feels a cold breeze hitting her face once she gets outside the club. the music and scent of eroticism fade away, letting her sigh in relief.

standing in front of the entrance to HQ, she fiddles with the material of this expensive coat she's wearing, the coat that you bought her, the coat that was worth around $3.000 or so, ani doesn't remember the price exactly.

her eyes roam around, searching for your car in the darkness.

bingo!

you parked in the same spot as always, she's not even surprised. you pick her up from her shift every friday after a long day in the family company you're co-founder of.

her feet, tired from the heels, start to move towards your black audi. this car is just so very you — feminine, yet with a hint of masculinity.

ani finally gets inside and plumps on the passenger seat right next to you. she can already feel the vanilla aroma reaching her nostrils – a scent which she knows all too well by now.

tiny grin forms on your lips as you look her up and down once she gets on the seat. you can't help it — she always manages to spread a smile on your face even without trying. that's how down bad you are. “hi”. you say, leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek. “how was work?”

“you're really asking a stripper how was her work?” ani tries to contain a smirk that is threatening to spread across her face when you ask her about work.

“...i guess?”

your hesitant reply manages to get a chuckle from her. “it was fine... i'm a lil tired, those heels were killin' my feet.”

her hand reaches to fiddle with the material of your suit, your expensive suit. your clothes are simple, yet elegant and it looks absolutely delicious on you. ani knows it's all designer brands just from the texture and color and she's starting to suspect that you're wearing another one of gucci. she still doesn't understand how you can spend so much money on those things — it's just clothes after all.

her fingers move from the top buttons on your shirt down to your suit jacket and end on your tie that is neatly knotted right above your collar of your white shirt. ani tugs on the piece of fabric, amused.

her move makes you chuckle. “what?” you lift your eyebrows, looking at her with amusement.

“you really need to spend so much on this?”

“on what?”

ani points at your suit jacket, shirt and then at your tie, before she grabs the fabric again and pulls it towards herself, making your face get close to hers. “you could have dressed up in somethin' cheaper...” her nose brushes against yours. “because you look just as pretty in a walmart shirt.”

and she's probably right. don't get it twisted, ani loves seeing you in designer clothes. she really does. they always manage to turn her on.

“you want me to go to work in a walmart shirt?” you ask, enjoying the banter between you two.

“no, just... i want you to save all that money you spend on gucci.” she looks at the little green symbol on your tie, “instead of wastin' it on all this designer stuff.” ani's free hand moves to play with the top button of your shirt, gently toying with it. “just imagine what you could do with such money, maybe go for a small vacation…”

vacation?

“to where?” you ask innocently all while tiny smirk spreads on your lips.

“...to italy. you know, rome.”

of course, italy. you've heard ani talking about how much she'd want to visit this country. you can't complain, something about the romantic side of it really does speak to you. all these cathedrals and museums and the colosseum...

you can't deny it, the urge to get her on your private plane and spend the whole week in rome is... tempting. “no way jimmy would give you a few days off so you could go somewhere with me.”

ani rolls her eyes, remembering the last time — she had to beg her boss to give her two days off for new years, so she could spend the new years with you.

“he will, don't worry.” she replies, knowing perfectly well that jimmy doesn't like giving her days off and she'd have to beg really hard to get a whole week off.

“how so?”

“because... he likes me too much.” ani says simply, her hand landing on your cheek. “i could tell him that the love of my life is a filthy rich girl who wants to take me on a once in a lifetime tri—”

the love of her life?

“wait wait wait.” you chime in, interrupting her. little smile starts spreading on your lips. “am i the love of your life?”

it's quite amusing how quickly you were able to catch that specific part from everything she has just said.

it's the first time ani has ever aknowledged you as... the love of her life. after all this shit that happened with vanya just two years ago, she hasn't even thought about falling in love with anyone ever again. sure, she still might be traumatized, but she's met you when she wasn't even looking for anyone. she's met you at her lowest.

you're not just her, may i say "sugar mommy" (even though you're just two years older than her), you're not just the girl that showers her with gifts and money. vanya was like that. and we all know how it ended.

you're wealthy. you're disgustingly wealthy and you don't even hide it. ani has been there — expensive shopping trips, nights spent in your penthouse, romantic dinners, dates... it's like you're ready to do everything for her, to give her the world.

at the beginning of your relationship, she thought you were doing it all out of lust — she knows she's sexy, her confidence is literally pouring out of her, there's a reason why she is a no.1 girl in the club. but then, you started visiting the club every weekend, giving her expensive gifts and somehow you both ended up seeing each other.

sure, your lifestyle lowkey reminds her of vanya's. lowkey, because, god, he has never made her feel quite like you do. he has never made her heart flutter, he has never managed to activate the butterflies in her stomach. he has never ever made her feel loved. desired? maybe. but never loved.

magic.

she realized you're a good person, that everything you do is genuine and not because she owns you something. ani still can't quite believe that you like her because of her, because of how she is as a person. because, fuck, vanya was a fucking asshole.

ani could call you her escape from the club, from this harsh world... her safe haven. with you, she's not anora, she's... ani.

“you are the love of my life.” her hand cups your cheek again, her thumb softly grazing your lip. “how could you not be?”

she's not even sure when that change happened. when her simple crush on you morphed into love.

perhaps, she started to fall for you somewhere in the process of you giving her expensive gifts and making all her wishes come true, or, when you'd surprise her with sweet little gestures and just your presence.

or maybe it was the very first time you stepped into the club and she caught the sight of you — elegant, confident and very, very attractive in her eyes.

ani straddles your hips. she starts to toy with your tie while still looking into your eyes.

“...and if i was poor?” you murmur, giving her thoughtful look. even though you know she likes you for you, there's still this thought in the back of your head — what if she's with you just for money?

it looks like not only ani has worries stinging in the back of her head. maybe that's what really connects you both — she got hurt because of rich, and you got hurt because of being rich.

“still the love of my life.” ani says. your question was asked lightly, jokingly, yet you still seem slightly apprehensive, uncertain. and she sees that, she's not blind. “i would still be sittin' here.. and i'd still call you the love of my life, i'd still want you anyway...” she murmurs in response and her arms come to rest around your neck. “and if bein' with you means never gettin' any of this–” her hand motions at your expensive suit and the interior of your car. “–then sign me up for the rest of my life.”

ani sounds genuine and she truly is. your heart is all that matters to her. not your money, not your company, not all those other things you have. just you. your love. your presence.

and as if to assure you, she leans further in, her lips gently brushing against yours in a soft kiss, just the way you like it. the kiss goes on for a moment before she eventually pulls back. “ready to drive?” she asks softly, ready to get back on her seat.

“just one more...” you murmur before leaning in for another kiss.

ani's lips are always plump and taste like fruits. it's an addictive duo. only after several moments, she gently breaks the kiss and pulls away. “let's go before i pull you to the backseat and... distract you for real.”

the air in rome hits you like a warm, fragrant breeze with a hint of sea when both of you get off the plane. it's different from nyc, different from everything you're used from the life you're leading back home.

ani's eyes scan the surroundings, a soft smile on her lips. she's excited, her body almost vibrating from the feeling of finally being here. she's wearing airy dress with a neckline and white sneakers, something very casual and comfortable... and kinda out of character.

you, on the other hand, are wearing airy white shirt and pants, sunglasses resting on top of your head.

both of you walk through the romantic roman streets, admiring every building, all while looking like a hot, rich couple.

“i feel like i'm in a dream!”

watching her all smiley and happy is the best view you've ever seen. it makes you love her even more. knowing that you're able to bring out all these feelings from her after everything that happened with her "ex husband" means everything to you.

you don't say anything — you simply lean in and kiss her.

ani's lips are warm as they meet yours. yhe kiss is soft and gentle, yet it still manages to make her heart skip a beat, as it always does. she melts into you, her hand moving to settle on your lower back to draw you closer.

“maybe we should get some taxi to drive us around?”

“yeah.”

“there.” you nod towards the cabriolet that obviously is dedicated to drive the tourists around.

with ani's hand on your lower back and your arm loosely wrapped around her shoulder, you walk towards the car and once you get closer, you start talking to the driver in Italian, which surprises her.

ani has never heard you talking in italian.

“mi scusi, vorremmo fare un giro. è disponibile?”

the driver, a middle-aged man, turns his attention to you with a friendly smile on his face. “oh, si, certo. posso farvi fare un giro della città.” he looks from you to ani and back, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity.

“you first,” you say to her, letting ani get in the backseat first before joining in. once you're both settled, the car finally starts. the driver seems to skilfully maneuvering through the narrow streets of rome. the warm breeze ruffles your hair as you begin the journey through the city.

you decide to talk to the driver for a while. also, you'd be lying if you said you don't want to flex your italian in front of your beautiful girlfriend. “siamo americani. questa è la mia ragazza, ani, non parla italiano. per caso parli inglese?”

the cabriolet's owner nods in understanding and switches to english — his accent might not be perfect but it's enough for you both to maintain the conversation. “ah, you're americans, huh? yes, i speak english, no worries.”

ani, wrapped up in your arm, leans closer to you, her eyes darting around to catch a glimpse of the beautiful sights around. her hand finds itself on your thigh, enjoying the moment. “it was so sexy...” she whispers, her voice tinged with amusement.

you already know the answer but you just can't help but ask, acting innocent. “what was?”

“you, speakin' italian like it's nothin'.” she murmurs, her words soft. she looks impressed. is there anything you can't do? “i could listen to you speaking italian all day long.”

“okay, amore mio...”

the word amore mio slipping off of your lips makes ani's stomach flutter, something about it feels intimate and erotic at the same time.

with her face just milimeters from your own, she tilts her head, looking at you as if you were the center of her world. “you are amore mio.”

before ani can say anything else, the driver chimes in, speaking something in italian that she doesn't understand. she only understands the word 'grazie' coming out from your lips. the fact that you are casually and effortlessly exchanging words in italian with that driver, makes her feel weirdly aroused.

“what did he say..?”

smile spreads on your face at her question. she looks so... lost. she doesn't act like your girlfriend — ani is usually confident, feisty and playful. now, she's so out of it and it's because she can't understand a fucking word you're saying in that sexy italian accent of yours. “he said that we look cute together.”

“cute together?”

“cute together.”

after a long day of visiting the colosseum, you two are finally back in your 5 star hotel, right near the beautiful buildings. the view is truly breathtaking.

walking out of the shower, you notice ani standing by the opened window, wearing nothing but her sexy, reddish and silkish nightgown. the memories of you buying her the material for her birthday immediately floods your mind. you take a moment to admire the breathtaking view in front of you — and you're not talking about the view outside the window.

“this is so... beautiful.” you hear her murmur as she keeps looking out the window.

your feet start to move towards her and once you're standing behind her, your arms find themselves wrapped around your girl's sides. “my view is more beautiful...”

ani lets out a soft chuckle which makes your heart skip a beat. she feels your front pressed up against her back, your body warmth transferrring onto her own. the brunette leans back into your touch. her body molds against yours as she turns her head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of your face. “always such a flatterer.”

“you know... i was hoping for doing something very sinful before our trip to vatican tomorrow...” you whisper, pressing your crotch against her clothed bum.

her breath hitches, feeling something hard pressing against her ass and she already knows what that is.

letting out a breathless chuckle, ani can't help but stick her ass out just to tease you more. “babe, did you seriously just bring a strap with yourself?”

the next words leave your mouth in a languid manner, your voice sounding breathless as well. “well, is that a crime?”

“no—”

“you can still look out the window if you'd like, though...” you murmur as your fingers wrap around the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them down just enough to free the sillicon. your hands slowly slide underneath her nightgown, finding out she doesn't wear any underwear.

“ya know, i'd rather focus on other view...” she breathes out softly. her body already thrums with anticipation, her legs part just enough for you to enter her. she's already wet just at the thought.

“no no, keep admiring the view, princess.” you insist as you slowly slide in. your hands land on her hips to soothe her, help her adjust to the toy.

“oh god—” first moan escapes ani's lips.

her hands clutch the windowsill as she tries to keep herself together. the feel of you deep inside her, the way you call her princess.. it's all too much. it makes her head spin and her heart skip a beat. ani's head tilts back, her long hair cascading down her back in pleasure.

she looks like an angel. her plump, pale buttcheeks just scream for being touched, spanked, caressed.

“so romantic, isn't it?” you manage to whisper out. you're enjoying the way her hips meet your thrusts, the little sounds she's making. you love and live for all of it.

the view of rome outside the windows, the buildings illuminated by the evening lights, it all pales in comparison to the love of your life in your arms.

“romantic?” ani spits the word out in a mocking manner. her head tilts back on its place, looking ahead. the warm wind ruffles her hair, all while you pick up on the pace. your thrusts are getting impatient and her moans are getting louder.

it's the first time you're having sex by the open window, knowing that people could see you any second now. but it's an exciting thought. and yeah, okay, the view outside might be romantic, she's not gonna lie. even though she's wearing her nightgown, her boobs can't stop but bounce with your every move. you're 100% sure that the look on her face is even hotter.

a moan slips out of ani's lips when you give her buttcheek a light smack. ani starts to squirm. you know she's close. she always does it when she's about to cum.

and a moment later, another moan reaches your ears, but this time it's a louder one. ani's moan is so loud that you're sure the people outside are also able to hear it this time.

she's trembling in your arms, going through the afterglow and you suddenly don't want to do anything else than to hold her in your embrace, to soothe her, to take care of her.

she's your entire world.

your lips press against the back of her neck as your hands come to fix the nightgown on her chest, making sure her breasts are covered and nice. you whisper, smiling against her ear. “...you're still sure you wanna confess about your sinful life to a priest?”

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anora's deleted scenes

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mikey madison in new york, for snl

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ani moves like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. slow, teasing, with every sway of her hips almost like silent dare making your breath catch. her fingers ghost over her own skin, dragging up the thin straps of her skimpy bra just to let them fall again, toying with the fabric like she’s deciding how much she wants to give you.

she leans in, close enough that you feel her breath on your lips, close enough that you could kiss her if you just tilted your head—if she let you. her fingers tangle in your hair, not rough, but just enough to make you shiver.

“i’m not supposed to do this,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your jaw as she says it, still chewing her gum. but then she pulls back just enough to look at you, and her eyes are dark, heavy with something that says she doesn’t really care about rules, not with you. “buut i like you.”

she turns and bends over as her hands slip lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. she pauses, dragging the moment out, turning her head to see your reaction. her smirk is slow and wicked

at the same moment she pushes them down.

the lace rolls over her hips, dragging down her thighs, a slow reveal, a striptease meant just for you. they hit the floor, forgotten, and she doesn’t break eye contact as she steps out of them, bare, unashamed.

then she’s back in your lap, pressing herself against you, her skin searing against yours, her lips grazing your ear. her voice is softer this time, a whisper meant just for you.

“now what, pretty girl?”

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absolute diva ohh mikey im SO obsessed

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okay hear me out….ani x chef!reader

I just imagine ani sitting there on the counter looking pretty while reader cooks her dinner

alright i love to cook so here's a silly lil blurb

anora’s perched on the countertop, legs swinging idly as she watches you move around the kitchen with practiced ease. before she met you, she cooked for herself perfectly fine. but now that you're in the picture, going back to all the meal prepping and cooking just for herself sounds horrible. you've got diced garlic and onions cooking on the pan. you chuckle to yourself at the amount of times ani's walked in while you were cooking and said "it smells so good!" before you've really done anything.

anora can’t help the smile tugging at her lips as she watches you chop up zucchini and carrot with quick, confident motions. you like to hide veggies into ani's food so that you know she's eating well.

“you know,” she hums, propping her chin on her hand, elbow on her knee as she hikes one of her legs up onto the counter, “you look really hot when you’re focused like that.”

you raise an eyebrow, amused but not surprised. “oh? didn’t know making spaghetti was such a turn-on.”

“it is when you do it." like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. she tilts her head, eyes tracing the way your hands move.

she's commented on your knife skills often, and you pride yourself on that. it took years slaving away as a line cook, and now you're a proud sous chef at this restaurant you love. you like hearing ani praise how you know exactly what you're doing, how attractive it makes you. and now you can be proud that you taught ani how to tuck her fingers in so she doesn't accidentally nick herself anymore.

“plus, it’s not just the spaghetti. it’s the whole... vibe.” ani gestures.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you toss the chopped veggies into the sizzling pan. “the vibe?”

“yeah.” anora’s smile softens, and she reaches out to nudge your arm when you get close, grabbing the oregano and basil from your herb rack. “you, taking care of me. making me feel special without even trying.”

that gets you to pause for just a second, eyes meeting hers. ani's got something... tender in her gaze. vulnerable almost. like she's admitting that she likes being taken care of, by you at least. “well, you are special,” you murmur, leaning in to brush a quick, sweet kiss to her forehead.

anora just beams, cheeks warm. your heart beats harder in your chest when she looks up at you like that. "i could get used to this," she proclaims. triumphant, as she decides that there’s nowhere else she’d rather be than right here, perched on the counter, watching the love of her life make spaghetti like it’s a five-star dish just for her.

"as long as you wash the dishes," you say with a laugh, leaning down to kiss her properly.

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#felt

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right like getting killed by amber is an HONOUR

Choose a worse fate for Ivan: falling into an active volcano or being locked in a room with Amber Freeman (who is armed).

he doesn't deserve to meet amber, let me push him into that volcano

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mikey madison for the graham norton show