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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Omertà👄12

Warnings: noncon sexual acts; tags to be added throughout series

This is dark!Bucky and dark! Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father was a bookie and taught you everything you know about numbers. After his death, you were taken on as a bookkeeper for Loki Laufeyson, resident crime boss in Manhattan. But can you keep your place in the background when a man from Brooklyn threatens to drag you to the forefront?

Note: Chapter 12!? I didn’t think I could get through it but I did. God, these men are driving me mad.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Your meeting ended. At last. Bucky’s hand kept straying to your knee and each time you scraped your chair away, he inched closer. You ignored him for the ledger but he didn’t relent until you had thoroughly reviewed every digit.

You stood and Bucky did too. Steve yawned as he pushed himself from the stiff armchair and adjusted the belt of his pants. You collected the ledger and your purse. You flitted to the door as the latter neared and whispered to Bucky. They laughed and you hurried through the open door.

“I’m sure Loki has a lot to figure out and we’ll be on our way back soon enough. It’s a long ride.”

You went to the next door but were stopped by a hand on your arm. Bucky turned you to face him.

“Doesn’t sound like a fun ride, though,” He winked and you wriggled away from him. “I need a word with the boss before you head out.”

He reached past you and turned the handle. You almost tripped as you moved out of his way and he entered without pause. You spun and followed him, barely slipping between him and Steve as the henchman kept close behind. Loki’s voice died and he stood from his desk as he hung up his phone.

“Hello?” He greeted tersely.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Bucky tucked a hand in his pants pocket. “We just finished up and I didn’t want to waste any more of your time. I know you’ll be heading out soon and all that.”

“Hmm?” Loki lifted a brow dryly and straightened his jacket.

“Me and Steve are gonna stay and keep cleaning up around this place. My crew will be here tomorrow to start clearing out most of it.” Bucky pulled his hand from his pocket, a black rectangle in his hand. “I think it might be easier if you packed a bag… stayed in town tomorrow.”

Loki stared as Bucky offered one of the tiny black folders. Bucky shrugged and neared to tuck it in Loki’s front pocket before he patted it. He then turned to you and handed you the other.

“The rooms are all taken care of for the month,” He explained as you carefully opened the small black folder to reveal a key card. “I just figured it would save you time and gas. You’re no doubt antsy to be out of here as soon as you can.”

Loki sighed as his tongue poked his upper lip. He rubbed his long nose and glanced at you.

“I suppose you’re right,” He ceded. “Your hospitality is admirable… and appreciated.”

“Not at all,” Bucky gave a crooked grin. “We should really start working together, don’t you think? This place could be a goldmine with the two of us in charge.”

Loki squinted. “Certainly.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you any longer,” Bucky backed away to the door as Steve hovered on the other side of the frame. “I’d be all too happy to go back to the city…” He paused and peeked over at you. “And unwind.”

“Hmm,” Loki checked his watch. “Yes.”

Bucky tapped the door frame before he left. You let out a long breath and rested the ledger against your hip.

“How was the meeting?” Loki asked as their footsteps faded away.

“A meeting. You’re not going to like the numbers.” You warned.

“I’m not so worried about those,” Loki’s eyes lingered in the doorway. “Did he… do anything?”

“Nothing unusual. Boasting, mostly.” You replied.

“And you? What did you do?” He challenged.

“My job,” You hissed.

“Your job,” He mused as he strode closer. “Always so diligent. Well, let me tell you what your job will be tonight. You will have thirty minutes to pack for tomorrow’s return and then you will come to mine and help me pack.” He preened and smirked down at you. “And then we will ‘unwind’ as he so eloquently put it.”

You blinked as your cheek twitched. You nodded and turned away from him. You looked down at the little folder in your hand. You should be thankful that Bucky got you your own room but you suspected it was more for his good than yours. And a plastic card wouldn’t keep either of them away from you.

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Your night went as expected. Loki was angry and didn’t withhold his temper. The prospect of a new venture with Bucky embittered his already caustic demeanour. And the thought of a whole month in Atlantic City with the man barely helped. Either of you.

You dreaded whatever ploy this was as you slumped in the car seat and Loki drove. The occasional grumble of displeasure wisped from his lips. Thor was to meet him at the casino later that day. Lopez would oversee the antique store as the rest of Loki’s business was overseen by a man called Heimdall who had flown overnight from London to do the older brother a favour.

You pulled up to the casino before noon and yawned. You grabbed your leather tote, the ledger stuffed inside, and followed Loki across the pavement. The doors were propped open and men in dusty jeans and canvas overalls passed in and out. The days work was already underway and you doubted it would be done before sundown.

You heard a familiar voice booming from inside. As you entered, you were stunned as the now bare windows lit the immense space of the foyer. You shield your eyes as a particular slat of sunshine made you teary. A figure approached from your left as Bucky ceased his demands and appeared before you and Loki.

“You made good time,” Bucky clapped Loki’s shoulder. “I hope you had a restful night.”

“Mmm,” Loki rolled his eyes and peered around.

“Your contractor is around here somewhere,” Bucky looked at the men as they went about their work. “I think he was having a look at the east staircase.”

“Darby?” Loki uttered. “Well, he should be able to take care of himself well enough.”

“Better roll up those sleeves,” Bucky nudged him as he turned to stand beside him. He admired the storm around him. “We’re all hands on deck today… except you, sweetheart. We got you a nice little space upstairs where you won’t be disturbed.”

He looked around Loki and winked. Loki’s lips curled and he shook his head.

“I can help too,” You insisted. “No sense in sitting around while you all--”

“In those heels. In that dress,” Bucky scoffed. “These men don’t need a distraction.”

“Excuse me--”

“Anyways, there is one thing you need to do,” Bucky continued on as Loki’s hand strayed to your lower back and he stepped closer to you. “You’ll need a desk. There was one up there but uh, not very stable. We trashed it last night.”

“A desk?” You crossed your arms. “I can make do with a table. Or my lap.”

“Nah,” He waved away your protest then signaled across the foyer. “I’ll have Steve take you around. The office is all cleaned up for ya, just needs a lady’s touch so while you’re out, grab whatever else you need.”

“This is really not--”

“It’s almost noon,” Bucky announced as Steve approached. “More than enough time for you two.” He looked to his henchman and grinned. “You good to take her now?”

Steve dusted off his palms and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His shirt sleeves were pushed halfway up his forearms and a tail had come untucked.

“Let me just find my jacket,” Steve winked at you. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“Take care of the desk,” Bucky jabbed Steve’s chest. “Oh, and don’t forget a chair. Can’t have her sitting on a stack of rubble.”

“Course, boss,” Steve smirked. “Think I can handle a shopping trip.”

“Think you can?” Bucky mocked as he turned back to Loki. “Right, we should go find this Darby guy.”

“In a moment,” Loki frowned. “I just need a word with my bookkeeper.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover the desk and the like,” Bucky assured as Loki began to usher you aside.

“It’s not a worry,” Loki sneered. “We do have other business.”

Loki grabbed your upper arm and your heels scuffed across the floor as he urged you away from the two men. His jaw ticked as he glanced out the double doors.

“I hope Thor arrives soon. Always late.” He muttered before he cleared his throat. “Darling, you behave.” He felt around and reached into his jacket. He flipped out his wallet and plucked a black card from its folds. “Spend what you must. I’ll not have this man acting benefactor.”

“Um, okay,” You took the card hesitantly. “Loki, I--”

“I am not stupid. I see what he is doing. Him and that drone of his,” Loki growled. “Keep your eye on that oaf.”

You covered the card with your hand and chewed your lip. It would’ve been funny to see Loki so perturbed in any other circumstance, but you suspected you were as much the butt of the joke as him.

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If you thought the car ride with Loki the day before was awkward, the one with Steve was grueling and suffocating. You sat in the passenger seat of the flashy sports car and picked at the leather along the door handle. His hand rested on the stick even when he wasn’t changing gears, his fingers tapped on the bulbous head as you felt him peeking at you in the rear view.

“You know,” He finally broke the silence which had thickened after he asked where he was going and you shrugged. “Every time I see you, I just can’t help but think of that day.”

You crossed your arms and went rigid in the seat. You bit the inside of your lip and glared out the window without a word.

“I’m sure you’re wondering which one? The club or the shop?” Steve taunted. “And I really can’t decide if I prefer your ass or your mouth.”

“Would you shut up?” You spat as you finally looked at him.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t ignore this tension between us.”

“Oh, do you mean the sheer hatred or the pure revulsion?” You challenged.

“Don’t act all innocent, honey,” He pushed his shoulders back as he steered with one arm and his other hand gripped the stick. “We both know what-- who you did.”

“The worst thing about you men is you don’t seem to understand the concept of silence,” You hissed. “Or many things, to be fair.”

He pulled into a lot and snarled. He pulled into a spot and the car jolted to a stop. He put the car in park and looked at you.

“Actually, I can think of several ways to keep you quiet,” He snickered. “One I already know to be effective.”

Your nostrils flared and you glanced past him to the plaza. You swallowed and reached for your door handle. He hit the locks and the door clicked loudly. You fell back against your seat and crossed your arms.

“Steve,” You huffed. “We’re here to find a desk.”

“We got time.”

“No,” You pressed yourself to the door and avoided looking at him. “Just let me out.”

He killed the engine and the keys jangled loudly before they were muffled behind fabric. His large hand stretched over your thigh and he rubbed you through your skirt. You drew away and crossed your leg over the other.

His fingers crept up to the waist of your skirt and he picked at it cloyingly. He leaned across the middle of the car and his warm breath singed your cheek.

“Well, come on then,” The doors unlocked loudly. “Let’s go find that desk.”

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The furniture store was almost maze-like. The imported furniture was set out in winding pathways and arranged in carefully plotted scenes. Each piece was unique and every single one was expensive. Steve followed closely as you strolled along, pausing to look closer at a mother of pearl vase or a novelty pen cup.

The selection had yet to intrigue you. It didn’t matter anyway. You didn’t really care what your desk looked like. When all was said and done, you’d be back in New York at the tiny one nestled in the back of The Attic.

You stopped before a display with a zebra print rug rolled out beneath a marbled black desk. The golden legs spiraled up to support the thick top and an array of paperweights and stationary was laid out across it.

You hated it but you didn’t mind the chair behind it. The dark suede looked comfortable; a lush purple cushiony hug. You stepped closer and picked up the golden pen propped up in an empty inkwell. You twirled it and tilted your head at the bookshelves on either side of the display. Those would actually be useful.

As you set the pen back, you sensed something behind you. Steve’s hands brushed along your waist as he pressed himself against you. He gripped your shoulders and inhaled the scent of your hair.

“This would be nice,” He remarked. “Sturdy.”

He reached down with one hand and touched the desktop.

“Just bend you over a little,” He pushed on your shoulder and you caught yourself against the desk. Your arms trembled as he tried to force you down. He rubbed his crotch against you. “Or maybe you could crawl underneath and--”

“Steve, what the fuck?” You struggled against him. “Someone will see.”

“So,” His hand left the desk and ran over your stomach. “Not our problem.”

“Stop,” You caught his hand before he reached your chest. “I mean it. I doubt Bucky--” You turned with effort and shoved him away. He barely flinched. “Sent you to fondle me.”

“You don’t think so?” He grinned.

“What the fuck does that mean?” You felt behind you and grabbed the pen from the inkwell, tipping the little golden cube over.

“It means I can do whatever I want and the boss will pat me on the back,” He stepped closer.

“You do,” You brought the pen around and pointed the sharp nib at his throat. “And I’ll make sure you never touch anyone again.”

He blinked then tilted his head. His eyes drifted down to the pen and he chuckled. He raised his hands and backed away.

“You’re cute,” He said as he tucked his hands in his pockets. “Come on, let’s find you a fucking desk.”

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waywardodysseys · 5 years ago

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Always & Forever - Oneshot

Warnings: fluff

Author’s note: just basically a oneshot of Pedro & reader at the Golden Globes and announcing some exciting news!; special appearance by Oscar Isaac

Pedro walks over to you in your shared bedroom. He finishes zipping the zipper for you then wraps his arms around you. Both of you looking at the reflection of one another in the ceiling to floor length mirror. He rubs your stomach over the royal purple silk dress you’re wearing. “If win I get to announce it to the world.”

You smile and place your hands over his, “only if you win first. If you don’t I will. Even though I will be a nervous wreck.”

He frowns slightly, “what if we don’t win?”

“Then we’ll announce it later.” You reply turning to face him inside of his embrace. You reach up and straighten the bow tie for his tux.

“I love you missus Pascal.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I thought we were announcing the pregnancy, not the engagement.”

Pedro grins, “yes the baby.” He kisses you lightly, “I just love the sound of calling you missus Pascal.”

You laugh, “we aren’t even married yet.”

“Gives you time to get used to it.” Pedro shrugs, touches the ring on your left hand, “maybe change your mind.”

You loop an arm around his neck and press your mouth to his. “Never, mister Pascal. Always and forever.”

He smiles widely, “always and forever.”

You stand there smiling, knowing you want no one else but him. You look at your ring and slide it off, knowing you two are planning to announce the engagement in a few days with your friends and family with a surprise party/engagement party.

The melody of the doorbell chimes throughout the house.

“Ready future missus Pascal?” Pedro asks holding out his hand.

“Ready as I’ll ever be mister Pascal,” you say grabbing his hand.

Your stomach’s doing flip flops as the limo comes to a stop outside of the Beverly Hilton hotel. Throngs of fans, interviewers, and cameras were lined down the red carpet ready to shout and scream, ask questions, and take pictures. This was your first awards show ever, and your first one with Pedro. Both of you were nominated – him Best Supporting Actor, you Best Screenplay. Though not for the same movie.

Once outside in the warm California air, you hear his name being screamed and shouted, you hear your name a few times too but Pedro was what the crowd wanted. He, after all, is The Mandalorian.

You sigh as you smile and loop your arm into Pedro’s.

“It’s okay, mi amor. Just breathe.” Pedro whispers. He knows you aren’t one for big crowds.

“Says you,” you say with a smile.

He places a light kiss on your forehead, “we’ll be inside before you know it.”

Forty minutes later you and Pedro walk into the ballroom and take a seat at your assigned table. Thankful for a couple of familiar faces – Oscar Isaac and his wife Elvira.

“You two look lovely,” Elvira says as you sit down.

“Thank you. At least you two didn’t have to deal with Baby Yoda questions and ‘are you two ever going to work together,’” you reply with a light laugh.

Oscar pipes in, “so are you two ever going to work together?”

The four of you laugh together as the lights begin to flash, indicating five minutes to show time. Pedro moves his chair closer to yours and places his hand in your lap. As you take his hand in yours, he places a kiss on your head. You know his category is one of the first few to be done.

You squeeze his hand lightly, he’s just as nervous as you are.

Close to half an hour later, Idris Elba and Jennifer Lopez walk onto the stage and begin reading from the teleprompt. Pedro begins to tap his leg from his nerves, and you reach out and squeeze it. He looks over at you and smiles, “just wait till they get to your category.”

You smile and roll your eyes.

Jennifer opens the envelope, “and the winner of the Golden Globe is Pedro Pascal!”

Pedro looks stunned at first but smiles as he looks at you and kisses you on the mouth.

“Congratulations babe!” You exclaim as you embrace him briefly before letting him go.

Pedro walks up to the stage, weaving in between tables. Once he is on stage, he shakes Idris’ hand and kisses Jennifer on the cheek while taking the award.

“Wow,” Pedro says into the mic, as he looks down at the award. “Wow.” He clears his throat and returns his focus to the audience. “Thank you HFPA. Thank you to the cast and crew of the movie. The director, the producers. My agent for placing this script in front of me. My family and friends for always supporting me.” He finds you in the crowd and smiles. “To the amor de mi vida, I love you more than anything on this Earth. You are my rock, my foundation. Thank you for giving me the courage to step out of my comfort zone to do this. I am over the moon we are starting our own family in less than seven months. Always and forever mi amor.”

Oscar and Elvira both look at you dead on.

You blush and smile then look over at them and shrug, “he won, he got to announce it.”

Elvira brings you in for a hug. “Congratulations!”

You hug her back, “thank you.”

She pulls away, “know what you want?”

“No, and we want it to be a surprise.” You answer.

“You should have twins. Boy, girl. One little Pedro, one little you.” Oscar laughs.

“Just one will do. For now.” You smile.

“Care if we do a betting pool?” Oscar asks.

Elvira glares at him.

Oscar shrugs, “what? It’ll be fun guessing what Pedro and Y/N will have, and when he or she, or them will be born.”

You and Elvira both laugh and shake your heads.

Pedro returns to the table, award in hand. He sits back down in his seat and brings you into his arms. “You are my world love.”

“And you, mine.” You sigh contently.

Pedro places a hand on your stomach. “And I’ll keep telling him, or her, I won first and was able to announce it to the whole world.”

“But I will be their favorite parent,” you say back at him teasingly.

Pedro smiles, “we’ll see about that.”

You knew the award show was getting to close to the end when Oscar excuses himself from the table because he is the presenter for the category you are nominated for. Your leg becomes jittery under your gown and Pedro is there to stop it with the gentle hand.

“Breathe,” he whispers.

“I can’t,” your lungs feel small.

He kisses you lightly. “Breathe,” he grabs your hand and holds it.

You swallow as you nod and breathe. You hated this but loved him.

Oscar walks out on the stage with Emilia Clark and they begin their spiel for the Best Screenplay and announce the nominees. Emilia hands the envelope over to Oscar who opens it slowly then smiles, “so glad I get to announce this. The Golden Globe goes to Y/F/N Y/L/N!”

You’re taken back by your name being called as Pedro embraces you tightly. You hug him back and squeeze.

He pulls back, smiles and touches your cheek. “Go get ‘em.”

You nod as you make your way up to the stage. Oscar hugs you before you let go and embrace Emilia who hands you your award. It’s not light, not too heavy. This was a first for you, a first time winning an award like this.

“Oh, my,” you breathlessly say. “Thank you HFPA, thank you to, uh, Sarah Polley for taking a chance on my script. To all the producers thank you for taking a chance on the both of us with this little movie. To the cast – you brought my words to life and I can never thank you enough for that. To the crew – you made it all possible. To my friends, my family I am all here because of you.” You pause and twist your hands around the award. You look up and find Pedro in the crowd. “And to the love of my life, you encouraged me to write this story and I am so thankful you did. Without you this wouldn’t have been possible. You are my world, always and forever. I can’t wait to start a family with you either.”

You couldn’t ask for anything more in this moment. You had everything you ever needed – the love of your life and the promise of new life inside of you.

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pgkwriter · 4 years ago

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Just an excerpt from Chapter 18 “The American Dream” of Home because I’m thinking back to these happy cute times with Kerry, Susan, Elizabeth, Abby, and Sandy while I finish edits on Chapter 23 🥺

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“Sandy! Kerry! Over here!” Susan called from a few tables over, waving until she caught Sandy’s eye. They weaved their way through an already semi-intoxicated ER staff until they found themselves at Susan’s table. “We saved you seats.” She gestured to the two empty spots across from where she sat. Sandy pulled Kerry’s chair out for her and Kerry immediately sank into it.

“Chuck, have you met Sandy?” Susan asked, smacking Chuck’s arm lightly as he chatted with Malik.

“No - hi,” he turned to Sandy as she took her seat to his right and extended his hand. Her strong grip surprised him if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.

Abby returned to her place at the table then, thanking Malik as he complimented her dress, her highlighted hair curled and cascading gently down her shoulders.

“Kerry, Sandy.” Abby said in greeting with a slight smile, setting down her drink at her spot.

“Abby,” Kerry smiled, watching as Abby sat and took a big gulp of her drink, which could have been a soda water or a vodka soda for all Kerry knew. Things had been awkward between the two of them since Kerry’s unexpected arrival at her apartment the week before, and Abby knew she had noticed the beer bottles. They’d never really spoken about Abby’s drinking problem, but she knew that Kerry had known she had sponsored John for a brief period of time. Kerry was a smart woman, she didn’t need things spelled out for her. Abby felt a tinge of shame, not relishing in the idea that she may have disappointed someone who’s opinion she valued higher than anyone else’s.

“Did you see the cupcakes they have up there?” Susan leaned over to Abby, looking in the direction of the waitstaff setting up the display of desserts for after dinner was served. Kerry watched the two young women chat and laugh together, almost getting lost in their camaraderie before a hand on her arm brought her back and she looked beside her at Sandy’s smiling face.

“Bored yet?” Kerry whispered, grabbing the hand that was still resting on her arm and playing with the ring on her finger absentmindedly. “Regret wanting to come?”

“Fat chance.” Sandy teased, squeezing Kerry’s fingers briefly before rising out of her chair. “I’m going to go grab us some drinks.”

Soon Kerry was watching her wife’s back (or, more accurately, her bottom ) as she wound her way through the crowd of Kerry’s colleagues.

“When are you due, Dr. Weaver?” Chuck asked suddenly, trying to fill the dead air that had taken over their table for an uncomfortable few minutes.

“Chuck, she’s not pregnant.” Susan deadpanned a whispered scolding, eyes wide and eyebrows raised into her hairline. Chuck turned red and then completely white before Kerry could save him.

“She’s teasing you,” Kerry laughed out of pity, Abby completely losing it at Chuck’s expense. “October 5th.” She answered his question as the color slowly came back to his cheeks.

“I hate you,” Chuck whispered quickly to Susan, rising out of his chair and excusing himself to the bathroom. As soon as he’d turned his back, Susan and Abby erupted into laughter.

“I can’t help it sometimes,” Susan confessed, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s just too easy of a target. He’s like Carter-” Susan began before she could stop herself. Kerry had noted the empty chair beside Abby but hadn’t thought much of it until now.

Abby waved off the concerned faces, taking another sip of her drink, but she didn’t say anything.

Almost as if sent from God himself to save the moment, Elizabeth approached their table, the form fitting gold gown stunning every male she’d passed on her journey across the room into silence.

“Look at this group of miscreants,” she teased as she approached, pulling out the empty seat beside Abby and sitting down. “You all look beautiful tonight.” Sandy approached, then, setting an iced water in front of Kerry and taking her seat beside her, sipping her martini on her way down so as to not spill it.

“Elizabeth, do you know Sandy Lopez?” Kerry gestured between the two women, surprised when she could not remember a time over the last three years when the two might have crossed paths.

“Only by name,” Elizabeth held her hand out. “Elizabeth Corday; surgeon, but I tend to crash the ER banquets.”

“Sandy Lopez, firefighter,” Sandy noted with a smirk that Elizabeth’s handshake was more firm than Chuck’s had been. She liked the woman already.

“Well, my late-husband was an attending in the ER for nearly a decade, how did you manage to crash this party?” Elizabeth prodded, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it out loud. She leaned forward and took a sip from her glass of wine - she had obviously had a head start in the alcohol department, her words slurring just slightly.

“I know the right people,” Sandy’s eyes flashed to Kerry whose lips turned up into a slight smile, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

“If you happened to catch Romano’s press conference with the Alderman a few weeks ago… perhaps you could say that this is my husband .” Kerry’s lame attempt at a joke made Sandy choke on the sip of her martini she had just taken, coughing into the crook of her elbow as the other women at the table watched on wide-eyed.

“Ah, I was wondering who the lucky woman was.” Elizabeth said, the sarcasm in her voice so barely evident that only Susan truly picked up on it. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Weaver.”

The table erupted into laughter as Elizabeth rose out of her chair, excusing herself as she saw Haleh in the distance and wanted to go say hello. She took a few steps before stopping abruptly and turning back, leaning against the back of the chair she had just vacated. “Oh! I wanted to ask, did you get the results of your amnio back yet?”

Sandy looked to Kerry, wondering how she was going to handle such a personal question asked so publicly and casually.

“Uh - yes, we did. Everything looks fine.” Kerry’s face broke into a wide smile. “Thank you for asking.”

“Wonderful!” Elizabeth replied genuinely, leaving them with a small wave and continuing toward Haleh.

“I was surprised when Luka told me you RSVP’d, Kerry,” said Susan, taking another sip of her wine as she watched the blush begin the fade from Kerry’s face.

“It was my fault,” Sandy spoke up before Kerry could reply. “I reminded her that the opportunities to party will go down significantly in just a few months.” Kerry could swear that Sandy’s smile lit the table brighter than the candles in the centerpiece.

“That’s true!” Susan raised her glass in a mock toast. “You’ve got what, three months to go? You must be getting really excited.”

“Excited but unprepared - we still haven’t finished putting together the nursery,” Sandy continued. “I think we were both so nervous, you know… that something could still happen.”

“But we’re nearing the safety zone,” Kerry added, sitting up and doing her best to mask the grimace that accompanied the movement, the hard dining chairs doing her hip absolutely no favors.

“God, I can’t wait to have a baby around again.” Susan picked at the appetizers on the small plate in front of her. “I love the baby years, particularly when it’s someone else’s baby and you can give them back. I’ve always been so bummed that I missed so much of Ella when she was tiny.”

Sandy smiled at Kerry, relishing in the friendly, personal conversation between her partner and her coworkers, but noticed Kerry’s jaw clenched and her hand kneading furiously at her left hip under the table.

“With the amount of time Kerry spends at the hospital, I’m sure you will have plenty of baby time. We might as well make her an ID already,” Sandy joked, taking another sip of her martini, trying to make up for Kerry’s silence.

“So you do know it’s a girl.” Abby finally spoke, engaging in the conversation for the first time since sitting down. “I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to say anything if not.”

The silence that fell over the table told Abby that she had just made a big mistake and her cheeks immediately flushed. Sandy’s eyes widened and she looked to Kerry who looked equally stunned.

“Oh my god.” Abby could have gotten sick right on the table, absolutely horrified at accidentally revealing the gender of their baby. She hid her face in her hands, not noticing how much pleasure Susan was getting out of the whole situation.

“How-how do you know?” Kerry asked, the pain in her hip gone for the time being, all of her focus being pulled to the panicked nurse sitting an empty seat away from her.

“The amnio, on the monitor,” Abby’s voice was muffled by her hands, her head still down, practically on the table. “I thought you knew, oh my god.”

“A girl.” Sandy leaned over to Kerry but stopped herself before kissing her, unsure of exactly the amount of PDA Kerry would be comfortable with surrounded by colleagues. But Kerry turned to Sandy, her eyes glossy with happy tears, and grabbed her face in her hands, pulling her toward her and kissing her deeply, passionately, and without a care of who was there to witness it.

“A girl.” Kerry whispered as they parted, her hand lingering on Sandy’s cheek for a few extra moments before they pulled away from each other, Kerry looking sheepishly at the small crowd that had formed behind Susan. Luka, Lydia, Randi, and Jerry all stood with different variations of shocked looks on their faces. Abby’s face had yet to recover and she took a greedy sip of her drink.

“What’s going on?” Luka asked with a laugh, observing the chaos of what he thought would be one of the more tame tables at the banquet.

“Well,” Susan started, rising out of her chair. “Abby just told Kerry and Sandy the gender of their baby without realizing they didn’t know, and now I’m going to go take Abby to get another drink.” Susan grabbed Abby by the arm and began to pull her away with a laugh.

“I am so sorry Kerry, Sandy, I really thought-” Abby began before Kerry could stop her.

“It’s fine, I promise. We’ve been saying ‘she’ for months now, it’s nice to know we were right.” The audience of coworkers was not sure they’d ever seen Kerry look so happy as she turned again and gave the somewhat speechless Sandy another kiss. Susan managed to drag Abby away - though the fact that they were going to the bar was not lost on Kerry, even in the commotion of the unexpected news - and Randi’s eyes widened as she stepped away, having thoroughly enjoyed what she’d seen and needing to tell everyone about it promptly . Jerry and Lydia continued in the direction they had been going in when they’d been sidetracked by Kerry and Sandy’s PDA and Luka rounded the table to give Kerry and Sandy congratulatory hugs and kisses on the cheek.

“You really did a great job organizing this, Luka.” Kerry said as he straightened up again after their hug; she hadn’t even been able to meet him halfway, the momentary respite from her pain having certainly passed.

“Last year was good practice,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Be glad you weren’t here for that one.” Kerry had heard mumblings about the banquet the year before, something about an unstocked bar and a broken thermostat. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight, though, both of you.” He placed a hand on Sandy’s shoulder who looked up appreciatively. “If you’ll excuse me.” He smiled apologetically as an obviously perturbed Romano waved him down from across the room, and both women were grateful Luka had decided to go to him instead of the other way around. If they could get through the night without an interaction with the Chief of the ER, then they would really know luck was on their side.

Kerry grabbed Sandy’s hand, squeezing it on the table as she laughed, watching Jerry and Randi begin dancing in the middle of the room, prompting others to partner off and join them. Kerry looked at Sandy whose eyes were trained on all the giddy couples.

“You want to dance.” Kerry pointed out, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

“Nah…” Sandy shook her head, looking at her partner. “I’m good just sitting here with my wife. And my daughter.” Sandy pulled her right hand from Kerry’s and set it on Kerry’s stomach for a brief moment. Kerry’s hand found Sandy’s and she rested it on top - the baby hadn’t moved much since they arrived at the banquet but Kerry couldn’t help but think it would be a Hallmark moment if she were to move, to kick, to say hello somehow to her mothers as they so patiently waited for her. If only real life were like the movies. Kerry’s eyes found Sandy’s again, who leaned in for another kiss, their hands still on her stomach. Sometimes, life is like the movies … Kerry thought, and the baby gave one solid kick felt without fail by both of her mothers.

#er fanfic #fic: home #kerry weaver #susan lewis #elizabeth corday #abby lockhart #fanfiction #rereading this gave me so many happy feelings #I missed those lol #Why didn't we ever get a scene like this on the show where they are are happy and friends and casual and :(#tv er

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seeroftodayandtomorrow · 4 years ago

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A Musical Affair

Chapter 11

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Blaine's heart stopped in his chest, and he stood there with his mouth open for what felt a long time. Why hadn't he anticipated this would happen? Bringing Kurt right into the lion's den, as it were—what a stupid idea.

He had to tread carefully now. Sebastian was an earl, albeit newly made under dubious circumstances. He had had some time to become accustomed to always getting what he wanted, and the upbringing to fight for it. Blaine was no rival for him, unless—well. He did not think Sebastian would take an unwilling man to his bed. If he said Kurt was his—but no. Kurt was not his. It wasn't for him to decide whom he bedded, not when they didn't have any kind of arrangement. Kurt might like Sebastian. He was certainly attractive, and an earl, and though Kurt wasn't mercenary, there were advantages of being with an earl that had little to do with money.

"Kurt -" he managed, then started anew. "I-"

"Right," he was interrupted. With a start, he noticed Kurt standing in the doorway. He looked slightly amused.

"While I am flattered by your interest, your lordship, there are certain circumstances at play here you might not be aware of."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Please tell me you are not another brother I knew nothing about."

Kurt smiled. "Not that I'm aware, no."

"What then?"

Blaine was torn between being afraid, amused and flabbergasted. Sebastian seemed unaware that there might be other reasons for not wanting to bed him than family relations. Even preferences in gender didn't seem to matter to him, since he hadn't thought of asking Kurt if he even liked men that way. Granted, Kurt had...something of an air about him that indicated he leaned in that direction, but then again, no more than some of Blaine's more dandy-ish acquaintances that were happily married.

"I think I will just demonstrate, if you don't mind," Kurt said.

He stepped very close to Blaine, pulled his head close to him, and kissed him in a way that left no doubts as to the kind of their relationship.

Stunned beyond belief, Blaine just closed his eyes and surrendered to the kiss. He probably wouldn't have been able to move away even if he had wanted to, but of course, he didn't want to. For Kurt to kiss him, like that, while someone else could see it, was....it was a dream he didn't even know he had.

Someone cleared their throat. Blaine had not exactly forgotten Sebastian, but he had shrunk to something insignificant, someone who certainly had no business interrupting something as beautiful as this. But Kurt drew apart, and Blaine reluctantly stopped focusing his attention on Kurt's mouth and looked at Sebastian.

Who looked more amused than anything else.

"I see," he said, chuckling. "You have sufficiently demonstrated your....attachments. I beg pardon if my advances have given offense. I assume you would like connecting bedrooms?"

They had broken the rules, taking dinner in their travel clothes because all of them had been too hungry to care for formality. Sebastian had indulged them, but the ladies had insisted they be proper now and change for the remainder of the evening.

It could be so easy, Blaine thought as he dressed in a bedroom with a connecting, open door to Kurt's. He would have to find Sebastian later and thank him, and also praise him, for that answer had been as diplomatic as anyone raised to it could have given. Sebastian would always be an eccentric, at least for the more narrow-minded among London society, but he was learning, and quickly.

A knock on the interconnecting door made him turn around and smile. Kurt looked resplendent in his new evening suit that he had reluctantly agreed to let Rachel buy him for the occasion, and he looked at Blaine as though he appreciated the sight of him just as much.

"Nice waistcoat," he said, coming nearer and touching one of the mother-of-pearl buttons. Blaine grinned. He had chosen one of his more colorful ones that had been firmly banished to the back of his closet for the last few years, worn only, clandestinely, to his Wednesday mornings at the St. James's house. This waistcoat was a tasteful purple with thin silver-gray stripes; he had also packed a gray one with red embroidered lobsters, and a pink-checkered one. He had thought it best to not subject his friends to the extremes of his fashion taste on the first evening, but he was determined to wear them at some point.

"I'm sorry for Sebastian," he said. "I should have known he would try something like this."

Kurt shook his head, still smiling. "I actually was flattered. I have never had an earl proposition me before. And he reacted very well, considering..." He shrugged. "What would you have done had I not come in?"

Now Blaine shrugged, awkwardly. "I must confess I have no idea. I was trying to convey my...sincere displeasure at the thought of you and Sebastian, without making it seem like I was laying claim on you like a jealous husband. Without insulting Sebastian. It was hard to find the right words."

"Well." Kurt took his hands, gently rubbing the sensitive skin of his wrists with his thumbs. Blaine felt like closing his eyes and purring. "It was very honorable of you to not lay a claim on me. Even though....I did, it has to be said. Rather forcefully, too."

There was a hint of doubt, question, or apology in Kurt's voice, enough to make Blaine say, very quickly, "I didn't mind. I liked it."

He had loved it, really. And also, there was a difference between him claiming Kurt and Kurt claiming him.

"This -" he gestured awkwardly between them, "has to be your choice. All of this has to be your choice."

He didn't say why, because both of them knew. It had to be Kurt's choice because all the advantage was on Blaine's side, because Blaine, although fallen and disgraced, still had the money and the connections to make any accusations of gross indecency or buggery go away. Kurt didn't. Kurt had nothing.

Kurt nodded. He repeated the gesture and said, "I do choose this. And as I rather clearly demonstrated earlier, I choose you."

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt leaned in, accepting an eagerly awaited kiss that was sadly cut short by a knock on the door.

"His lordship bids you come downstairs," a servant announced, "as Mr and Mrs Evans have arrived."

Blaine was happy to see Mr Evans again. He was. He just wished he'd arrived maybe a half hour later, so they could have kissed some more—and Blaine could have had tome to recover and wait for the uncomfortably tight feeling in his breeches to go away.

As it was, he had no choice but to hide his discomfort and smile brightly as he greeted Mr and Mrs Evans, who, he noticed, looked rather different from when he had met her in the city.

In fact, she reminded him of himself, after the death of his father and the subsequent scandal. Gone were her brightly colored dresses and feathered bonnets, replaced with lace caps and demure pastels. He wondered what happened to her, but had not thought of a polite way to inquire when Rachel already started passing out sheet music, his primary goal of teaching Sebastian to dance apparently forgotten in favor of the concert she planned.

"Hold on," Blaine said, "not so fast, please. We should talk about why we are here, and what we want to do. Sebastian, we thank you very much for your kind invitation."

Sebastian bowed with a distinctly ironic air; all of them knew that, while the house was Sebastian's, Blaine and Rachel were their hosts.

"Tomorrow, we will talk to your steward and your tenants, decide what has to be done, and so on. Our evenings will be spent more pleasurably, though we have work to do here also. Our first objective has to be to teach you to dance. Mr Hummel will play the piano, and I will teach you the steps. Miss Pierce here is a very good dancer, I'm sure she will-"

"I will," Santana interrupted. "I will dance with his lordship. I may not be as good as Brittany, but I'm good enough for that."

Blaine shrugged, looking over to Sebastian to see his response. He looked resigned and slightly scared, which, Blaine thought, was an appropriate response to Santana's personality.

"Miss Lopez will dance with you," he corrected himself, "and I'm sure you will learn in no time."

"He better," Santana mumbled, and he saw Kurt hide a grin behind his hand.

"Then there is the little concert we're planning," Blaine continued, only to be at once interrupted by Rachel.

"Right. I have taken the liberty to choose a few songs for us to perform. They are all suited wonderfully to my voice, so we will, of course, feature me as a soloist, but at least his lordship should have a solo part as well, since we want to introduce him musically..."

Back in his room, far after midnight, Blaine finally sighed. The evening had been more stressful than productive, because while Rachel was used to saying what she wanted and getting it, the others, especially Santana, were not content with leaving everything to her now they were on neutral territory, so to speak. It came to no surprise to Blaine that she could be quite vicious, even constrained by polite society and manners. Rachel had given back as good as she got, and then Mrs Evans had stated her wish for a solo part as well, in a manner that proved her demure clothing a mere façade. The men had stood bemusedly for a few moments until Sebastian and Mr Evans had added their voices, making everyone talk at once.

Kurt had been quiet at first, on account of, Blaine guessed, being a paid pianist instead of a guest like the others. But when Blaine had tried to bring a little order into the chaos and find a compromise that might work for their concert without leaving everyone unsatisfied, he had helped and played a vital part in bringing the evening to a satisfactory ending.

With another sigh, he sat down a the bed, loosening his cravat.

"And there you are already where I want you," a voice said from the door—from the connecting door, Blaine realized, and turned his head with a smile to greet Kurt, gorgeous in just his breeches and shirt, a bottle with a golden liquid in his hand.

Blaine did not stand up, since if Kurt wanted him where he was, why would he leave? But he turned, kneeling on the bed so he could watch Kurt approach with a smile at once mischievous and shy.

"This was on my nightstand," Kurt said, indicating the bottle in his hand, which Blaine only now realized was not a beverage. "I think it's—it's a complimentary bottle of oil, courtesy of his lordship."

Blaine felt heat rise in his cheeks. "That's very considerate of him. And mortifying."

"I brought it just in case. It doesn't mean we have to do anything, if you don't-"

"I do," Blaine interrupted quickly. "I want. I just—I never-"

He had never done anything he would need oil for. Quick hands and mouths in an alley or beneath the blankets of a dormitory bed, that was all he knew. There had never been the time or the opportunity or, except maybe once, the right person he'd have wanted to do more with. He suspected Kurt would have more experience than him in this regard, having had his own room all this time.

Kurt nodded, came closer and put the bottle on the nightstand. Then he stood there, unmoving, waiting, and Blaine knew that now it was his turn - this had to be his choice, he would have to take the first step.

So he rose from the bed, took off his cravat and his waistcoat, and stepped into Kurt's waiting arms.

#klaine fanfiction #fic: a musical affair

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jofabray · 4 years ago

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Hello, Nurse!

Tagging: Jo Fabray and Santana Lopez @subtanaxlopez

Date: September 11

Bingo: Doctor/Nurse (Jo), Wear six-inch heels for a day (Santana)

Summary: Paying a debt

Santana had always loved dressing up in her candy striper outfit, in LA she had mostly used it as a way to meet potential partners. So she was more than happy to do it again, especially with someone who.. was well as hot as Jo. To fill one of her own squares she’d added sex inch white heels as a part of the ensemble. “Hey Doc.” She grinned when she arrived. “What kind of check up will we be performing?”

Santana was - well, there was no word but stunning, Jo thought. She filled out her candy striper outfit all too well, and those six inch heels made her legs look even better then they already did. Jo herself was dressed in a white coat - one that had leather underneath she meant to reveal afterward. "Actually, Miss Lopez, I wanted to discuss these." She held up an empty pill bottle. "Would you happen to know why the dispensary is missing a bunch of medication?"

This was all about points Santana promised herself as she watched the blonde, trying not to look a little flustered by the other girls appearance. She pretended to be a little alarmed by the bottle that Jo produced. "I wouldn't know anything about that Doctor Fabray.. " She lied. "As you know, I'm very dedicated to patient care.. I'd never take anything away from them."

"I see," Jo nodded, as if she was considering that for a moment. "It's a good story, and you're a very convincing storyteller, but...see, this hospital has cameras. Everywhere. And I think if I go to the security room and talk to Steve then he's got a nice DVD full of your appearances for me. So I'm pretty sure it's you. But I'll tell you what. I'm a reasonable woman. I'm sure we can work something out."

Santana gulped dramatically thinking of her Abuleas favourite telenovas while she was acting. "Now cameras.. they can suggest certain things from certain angles. Please Doctor Fabray.. I really don't want to lose this job." She started. "I believe that you're a reasonable woman.. how can I make up for this little.. misunderstanding... Perhaps.. I can make you comfortable in the same way I make my patients comfortable."

Santana was clearly getting into the role, and Jo was grateful for it. Her bingo card full of roleplay scenes had been a daunting idea, but it was nice to find that most people she asked were completely into the idea. "Well now," she pretended to think it over. "I think that's an excellent idea, Miss Lopez. And if I feel very comfortable when we're done here, then I'll overlook this little...indiscretion." She unbuttoned her jacket to reveal the short skirt and leather top she'd had on underneath it. "Consider this your evaluation."

Santanas cheeks went a little red as Jo removed her lab coat, it was the scene she told herself. Her character within the scene was attracted to Jo , she wasn't attracted to Jo. She was momentarily speechless as she eyed the Domme in the leather. "Where.. would you like me to relax you first?" She asked, managing to slip back into her seductive voice and seem less starstruck.

The ego boost that Santana's reaction provided was some positive reinforcement that she could definitely use. Looking around the playroom, she gestured to the medical chair and stirrups that she'd set up. "I think maybe right there. I might as well be comfortable while you relax me, right?" She was curious to see just what the other woman had in mind.

Santana licked her lips, she wasn't sure why she was almost nervous to do what she had planned, but she put it down to this being her first sexual scene since she'd arrived at the place. Kneeling in front of Jo on the floor, the latina glanced up at the Domme. "You should be comfortable Doc.. because I promise soon you're not going to be able to think about anything else other than what I can do with my mouth." Santana purred, before she started kissing up the blondes thigh.

Jo settled herself in the chair, legs propped up in the stirrups - not enough of an angle to wear on her back, but spread to make sure that Santana had good access. They'd discussed limits and safe words, and she knew she could count on the other woman to let her know if she was uncomfortable. "That's a bold promise," she raised her eyebrows, inhaling as soft lips met her thigh. "Hopefully you can live up to it."

Santana might not be a lesbian, but she knew that she was very talented at making girls cum. So she wasn’t nervous about meeting Jos expectations. Having made her way up Jos thigh she found the girls centre and began to push her tongue inside, before pulling back a little to press long licks against the girls folds.

Santana's attentions were exactly what Jo had been hoping for. Turning the doctor/nurse roleplay into something a bit more D/s had actually been Quinn's idea but Jo didn't mind stealing it. Especially when it was going to make her feel this good. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, head falling back. "Just like that."

Santana couldn’t help but enjoy pleasing the other girl, her tongue lapping away at the Dommes folds and clit. She knew she looked good on her knees, but fuck if Jo didn’t look good too. It was crazy that she was actually having this kind of experience with a Fabray. The submissive sucked lightly at the girls clit for a moment before applying more pressure.

Jo hadn't expected Santana to be quite so good at what she was doing - not that she'd expected her to perform poorly, but she also hadn't known what the girl's experience level was like with women either. Fortunately, as she moaned and whimpered under Santana's attentions, she had zero complaints. "Fuck, you're good at that," she gasped. "Right there, right there."

There was something about sex with women that didn’t feel as tiresome as sex with men that Santana couldn’t really put her finger on. Maybe it was the fact that this kind of sex, didn’t involve some sweaty guy on top of her grunting and groaning. When Jo moaned with pleasure it was actually somewhat arousing to the Latina, and that only spurred her on. Continuing to apply pressure to the girls clit with her tongue, flicking over it, before dipping down to lick along her slit.

Jo had planned to hold on and really drag out her orgasm, but she was just grateful that Santana had been willing to help her out with a bingo square. So she simply lay back in the chair, letting herself feel every touch of that amazing tongue. "Fuck yes, Santana." She reached down to bury her fingers in the girl's dark hair but didn't try to guide her, just letting her find the spot that felt best to her. "Getting close," she warned in a low voice.

Santana found herself actually eager to see the Domme cum, she wasn’t sure if she would be willing to admit it afterwards but she was actually very much enjoying the scene. Jos encouragement only made her more enthusiastic in her ministrations with her tongue, sucking hard at the blondes clit and enjoying the way the other girl was pulling at her hair.

Jo's hand tightened in dark hair as she spiralled toward her climax, the hard motions of lips and tongue against her clit driving her insane. It was only another moment, perhaps two, before she threw herself over the edge with reckless abandon and screamed Santana's name into the quiet room. There was definitely some thrashing involved, and likely some hair pulling, but finally she settled back against the chair with a contented smile. "So. Fucking . Good.

Santana wasn’t sure why she was so excited when Jos hand tightened in her hair, if she hadn’t been so busy making sure the other girl came she might have asked her to pull harder. It was electric when the blonde screamed her name, and she continued to lick her through her orgasm. She waited until Jo relaxed to pull back with her usual smirk back on her face. “I hope that made you a little more comfortable Doc.”

"Mmm, much more comfortable," Jo nodded. "I think we can forgive your little indiscretion. If..." her hand tightened and she pulled Santana close. "If we make this a regular appointment. Say, three times a week? You, me, this chair right here? Only until you've paid your debt, of course, but that could take a while..."

Santana couldn’t help but be a little smug, but she supposed that was just in her nature. The tightening her on her hair, made her heart skip but she ignored it. “If three times a week is what you’re describing doctor, then who am I to argue with that?” The brunette responded, her cheeks just a little flushed.

"Good answer, Miss Lopez," Jo smiled, releasing her grip and climbing down on slightly shaky legs from the chair. Trying to resist a giggle, she picked up Santana's hand and folded it until she was holding up two fingers. "I recommend you take two of these and call me in the morning."

Santana didn’t know quite what to say when Jo picked up her two fingers, did the blonde know that she was turned on? The Latina girl nodded dumbly, before trying to pull herself together. She wasn’t some little school girl. “No problem doc, I’ll make sure to take a good long dose.” She responded with a raised eyebrow, she was Santana Lopez. Nothing phased her, not even a Fabray.

It was nice to see that she'd had an effect on Santana - and maybe, if things worked out, she could have that effect on her again one day. "That's a good girl. I'll see you in the morning, Nurse."

Santana nodded, getting up off the floor in the ridiculously high heels. This was a bingo square, nothing more. “See you around Doc.” She responded, and then decided to leave quickly. It was in her best interests not to think about this too much.

#c: santana #thread: hello nurse #bingo20

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itsreigns · 6 years ago

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Troubled Flight

Seth Rollins x Reader

When (Y/N) gets jealous of her best friend (with benefits), she can’t help but push him away. What will happen when they end up in the same flight... to London?

Tag Squad:

(A/N): Some old fic I had lost in the laptop. Hope you enjoy.

You and Seth have been friends with benefits for months now. Basically, you were two best friends who happened to fuck the brains out of each other occasionally. However, a month ago, you saw him engaging in an apparently very funny and exciting conversation with some girl, some really hot girl, and even though you hate to admit it, you were jealous.

Then, you got pissed at yourself for being jealous because you weren't exclusive, you were just a simple fuck. And that hurt. So, you finally came to terms with the fact that you were falling in love with him.

You just started distancing yourself from him, to the point where you're currently giving him the silent treatment. You avoid him at all costs, you don't reply to his texts, you don't answer his calls, nothing. WWE has been really helpful in that matter, because you haven't been in the same shows as him ever since. Really, destiny has some weird ways. And if it was any other time, you'd be complaining about not seeing him, but not now.

Now, you're on your way to the airport. WWE is having a tour in Europe, and you're almost sure Seth is going as well. But you're not very worried about it, you can still avoid him if you want.

Or so you thought... You felt like slamming your head against a wall when you saw him getting next to you on the airplane. You shot him a questioning, hard look, and the bastard smiled at you.

"Finally I find you." He sighs softly, plopping down on the seat. "We need to talk."

You turn your gaze to the window, avoiding him, as you put your earphones on your ears and turn your music on.

"Why are you being like this? What did I do?" He asks dryly, as he takes your earphone out. Yet again, you ignore him. "So, that's it? You're just giving me the silent treatment? Okay, so I guess I'll just tell some of my wonderful jokes until you crack."

Yet again, no reaction. You can't believe you're actually stuck in an airplane with him for a gazillion of hours.

"I've missed you this past month. A whole lot." He starts, his stare burning your back as you keep staring through the window. "Dean even punched me for being a grumpy lil shit. And tossed me off the ring in practice. And actually called me a grumpy lil shit."

You couldn't help but smile at the scene, you're totally seeing Dean doing this. You love him, Dean is your dude, completely. Him and Renee are some of your best friends, along with, uh, Seth, and Roman.

"C'mon, just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. I miss you." He pressures again, sighing softly, as his hand moves to your thigh. You flinch at the sudden touch, but keep on ignoring him, even though it's being really hard, right now. "Okay, so... I'll keep on talking..." He mumbles, removing his hand. "So, this guy, he was at the gym a week ago, and he had the nerve... just listen to this, he had the nerve to come to me and say: 'hey, you look like Seth Rollins, I bet you get that a lot, and that might suck 'cause he's a dickhead' and then he left. He just left. After he called me a dickhead."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at said story. Mainly, because the dude really had some nerve and also, because he probably didn't even realize the trouble he could've gotten himself into by not realizing that he was actually Seth Rollins.

"I don't know if you know how the silent treatment works, but laughing at my awesome jokes defeats the purpose." He smiles softly, his gaze locking with yours through the reflection on the window.

"I laughed because he's right, you're a dickhead." You snap, rather snappy, not bothering to face him.

"Finally, I get you to talk." He sighs. "Why am I a dickhead, (Y/N))? Please, tell me, because I don't know what I did wrong. I've been running my mind for a month to figure out what I did and I just... don't know."

"I saw you, okay? With that girl. Talking, and flirting, and whatever. So, save it. It's fine." You reply, sounding angrier than what you intended.

"What girl? What are you talking about?" He asks, confusion filling his features genuinely. He had no clue what you were talking about.

You take a deep breath before replying. "I... Uh, a stunning brunette, back in Iowa." And he just laughs. He lets out a chuckle at your response, angering you even more. "You think it's funny?"

"Yeah, I do." He replies simply, and you finally turn to him. Your stare was harder than ever, and filled with hurt. "And you have no reason to be jealous." He adds, and just the mention of that word made you cringe. "She was my cousin, (Y/N). You can check, her name is Emily Lopez and-"

"Stop." You whisper-shout, making him look at you in confusion. "I just feel stupid, so stupid, because I am... jea... yeah, that. And you don't owe me any explanations, we're not exclusive..." You mumble embarrassedly, avoiding his gaze.

"We could be... You just have to say the word." He admits softly, your stare locking with his right away.

"What do you mean?" You mumble nervously, trying to read him.

"I mean it. We can be exclusive; you just have so say so. All you have to do is say it and I'm yours, and you're mine." He explains, his hand flying dangerously up on your thigh.

"You understand what you're implying, don't you?" You ask softly, not trusting your voice.

"Yes, I'm implying that I missed my best friend so fucking much this past month. I'm implying that I'm in love with her and I'm also implying that I want her to be my girlfriend." He explains slowly. "If she'll have me, that is. So yes, I understand what I'm implying."

You couldn't stop the heartwarming smile that was now plastered on your face, along with a soft blush on your cheeks. He cups your face and looks at you in a way he never did before.

You bite your lip in anxiousness of what's about to come, not even recalling how that did things to him. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, rather gently.

"I love you, baby." He whispers against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"I love you too." You finally confess, smiling as you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders.

"Only God knows how long I've waited to hear those words leave your lips." He mumbles, pecking your lips once, then moving to place some kisses on your jaw.

"Same here." You giggle. "And for the record, I missed you too. A whole lot." Then, you press your lips against his ear, and whisper seductively, "All of you."

"Well, we're in a 8-hour flight... I'm sure we can figure something out, because I missed you too, all of you." He smirks at you, winking slyly.

"No, no, no. Forget about it. We're not doing it here. No." You can't believe he's actually considering it. He knows how loud you both get, and this is a fucking plane, full of people.

"I'm sure I can change your mind." He teases you, groping your thigh dangerously close to your core, as he nibs on your ear. You could feel the wetness in your panties already.

"Uh, stop. No." You beg, pushing him back. "I- I'm going to the bathroom." And with that you pass by him, accidentally putting your ass in his face, heading to the bathroom.

He waits a minute before following you. You were just staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to cool down, when you hear a soft knock on the door. You open it and he barges inside, locking the door behind him and attacking you with sloppy kisses.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I miss you so much and now you're mine and I just-" He cuts himself off by continuing to attack your neck with wet, hot kisses. "We have to be quick now, but I'll show you exactly how much I missed you when we get to the hotel."

"Quick, and quiet." You add, breathless.

He picks you up and places you on the small counter, as he pulls your dress over your head, unhooking your bra right after. He leans down to suck and bite softly your nipples, and you had to bite your lip to stop the moans that were about to leave your mouth.

"You... Too dressed." You mumble, completely out of breath. And damn, were you turned on with the whole thing.

He chuckles lightly as he takes his shirt off, and you use that time to take your panties, leaving you fully naked in front of him. Your hands ghost all over his chest and abdomen, creating goosebumps on his skin. Then, you hook your fingers on his belt as you unbuckle it.

"Is my pussy ready for me?" He groans in a rough tone, as you finally manage to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down right away.

"Always, baby. I'm so wet for you." You whimper, pressing your feet against his ass to pull him closer.

You take ahold of his cock and pump it down slowly in your hand, caressing his balls with the other.

"Ah, fuck. Babe, unfortunately... fuck. We don't have time for that. I wanted to taste... fuck, babe. Taste you, but we gotta save it for later." He manages to say, barely handling your handwork on his dick.

"Then, fuck me. Hard." You plead in a moan, not wanting to wait one more second to feel him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He grunts, fisting his cock a couple of times, before running it up and down your wetness slowly, making you whimper in pure need.

He slowly guides himself inside of you, both of you getting worked up at the feeling. He rapidly finds the perfect angle and pace, driving you wild in mere minutes.

"Harder, baby, harder." You moan quietly, suddenly remember of the hundreds of people in the plane.

That triggered him, he start thrusting him dick inside of you, completely mercilessly, as his hips hit against you, creating an erotic skin slapping sound that was echoing in the bathroom. You are totally failing to control the noise, and you're silently praying it isn't trespassing it.

"I'm close." Seth lets out in a shaky breath.

"Cum for me, baby. I'm right behind." You beg, feeling your own release approach you. He lets out a growl and you feel his cock spasm inside of you as his seed fills you, and that did it for you. You came undone against the bathroom mirror.

He kisses your lips passionately, as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. Then, you pull back and you both start cleaning yourselves up and getting dressed, as you're still trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck, that was... I can't believe we just did this." You giggle, as you and Seth are finishing to dress up.

"We did." He chuckles back, running a hand through his now slightly sweaty hair. "Look, I meant what I said. Before I mean. You know about wanting you to be mine. I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. That is if you want but I don't want to push you so I get-"

"Shhh, I meant it too. I love you. And I'm yours." You smile softly, gently cupping his beard covered cheek.

"Good." He beams. "So will you be my girlfriend, (y/n)?"

"Yes, I will." You lean up and kiss him one more time. "I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm yours, baby."

"Good."

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ourloveisforthelovely · 6 years ago

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Fallout 4

A/n: Smut. RPF

Link to Chapter 3

Words: 3,422

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader

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Richard followed you out to the car not saying a word. When you opened the door, Richard reached out shutting it.

“Sugar calm down.”

You gave Richard a cold glare.

“How can you be calm? Crystal won't be able to take care of Rob.”

Richard sighed before pulling you into his arms.

“He's a grown man, baby. He's going to do what he thinks is best for him.”

You nuzzled your face against Richard's chest.

“I don't think he knows sometimes. Rob can be a bit naive.”

Richard chuckled tilting your face up to his before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

“On the bright side, we get to have a romantic bit of a getaway. We have a few days where we won't have anything to do. We can stay in bed all day or we can go see the sights. Whatever you want to do.”

You smiled against his lips. He knew how to cheer you up quickly!

“We've never fucked in Germany before.”

Richard said with a smile. You rolled your eyes.

“Always thinking of a way to get some aren't you?”

Richard shrugged.

“Can't blame me for trying. I have a lot of time to make up for.”

You let your hand fall between your bodies to palm Richard through his jeans.

“I suppose you will want to rejoin the mile high club?”

Richard's eyes flashed with nervousness thinking about getting on the plane before taking on his cunning gleam.

“Well sugar it's definitely possible.”

Two days later, the two of you were on a plane to England. You sat snuggled against Richard’s side as he looked dead ahead not blinking. After hitting some minor turbulence, Richard was ready to get the hell off of that plane ASAP. You had raised the armrest and was nestled as close as possible him. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, you tried to get his mind off of the flight.

“Have you realized that the day after tomorrow is our anniversary?”

Richard looked down at you with a smile.

“Guess we will be looking for something nice to do. You know, I am totally fine with pretending that whole break up thing didn’t happen.”

“Sounds fine to me!”

Richard pulled you into a soft kiss as you laid your head on his shoulder. His mind went back to when the two of you met. Did he know then that he would end up loving you like he did now? No way! That was never expected!”

When Richard first saw you, falling in love was never even on the radar for him. He and his ex had been divorced for two years and he never had an interest in falling in love again. Sex was just fine for him and he had been having a lot of it lately. It didn't take much of an effort to get a girl naked.

Richard had gone to see Rob's band play. Of course, he was late. Sitting down in the bar area he could see Rob easily. His eyes stopped on you. Richard swallowed hard looking at you. You were hot! Hot wasn't even the proper word to use for her...stunning was more like it.

You were clearly younger than Rob and the look that you was giving Rob made Richard sigh. He had seen that look before. If you were looking at Rob like that, there would be no way that you would be wanting someone else.

Once the show was over, Richard walked over to Rob.

“You did pretty good man..”

Rob looked up with a smile.

“Thanks. I didn't see you anywhere.”

Richard motioned to the shot of whiskey in his hand. Rob nodded realizing where his friend had been. Richard meanwhile, was looking for you. After a few shots of whiskey, he was feeling 10 times more confident.

“Dude the cute girl that was on stage with you...she had her eyes all over you.”

Rob frowned looking a little grossed out.

“Rich, that is my sister. She was NOT looking at me like THAT!”

Richard looked like he had just won some jackpot lottery.

“That is your sister? Damn, she's hot. Please tell me that she is over 18.”

Rob rolled his eyes. This was what he figured would happen. Richard would take one look at you and want to bang you. You had been in Europe for the past two years and had yet to meet your brother's best friend.

“Uh yeah! She’s an adult!”

Richard did his little eyebrow wiggle before starting to walk off.

“Sweet. Imma bang your sister. Merry fucking Christmas to me!”

Rob sighed. He was used to Richard being crude. Rob blinked awkwardly.

“Rich, she's mean...really mean!”

Richard turned to look at him a moment.

“I can handle a mean girl. Come on Robbie I've been divorced for two years now. I think it's time for there to be something for me to love”

Of course Richard wouldn't tell Rob by “love” he meant fuck into submission. True love was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Richard didn't wait for Rob to protest any further before going up to you.

You, meanwhile, sat at the bar sipping on a martini.

“Hey sugar. So you must be Rob's little sister.”

Richard said seductively as your eyes rolled to him. Your eyes roamed his body before looking back to his face.

“How many other girls do you call sugar so you can have your way with them, Richard?”

He blinked clearly shocked at your sassy comment. That was the last thing he had expected.

“Counting you...one. So what's it going to take to get you to go on a date with me?”

He focused his eyes on your cherry lips as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip.

“You want to go on a date with some girl you know nothing about? What if I'm a psycho like Lisa Left Eye Lopez and try to burn your house down?”

Richard smirked.

“You don't seem the type sugar.”

“Looks can be deceiving.”

Your voice was so sultry that he felt the beginnings of an erection coming on.

“Yeah, I doubt that. So about that date?”

You put your drink down.

“How about asking? You haven't done that yet.”

Richard sat down beside you

“So want to go on a date with me sugar?”

You smiled.

“That could be fun.”

Neither of you had noticed Eric Kripke watching them from afar until he walked over.

“You must be Rob’s sister Y/n?”

He asked before tossing Richard a smile. You nodded.

“That's me.”

Eric looked between the two of you again before smiling wider.

“Awesome. I'm Eric Kripke and I'm here to offer you a job. Stick around Richard you need to hear this too. So we were thinking about adding Gabriel a bit of a love interest (Richard looks like was winning the lottery again) well I've been a nosy fucker watching you two for a bit and I think I see some good chemistry here. If you're interested come see me for an audition.”

He held out his card to you before getting up and leaving….

Your hand sliding up this thigh made Richard pull out of his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about? You're getting hard.”

You asked, pressing harder on his now noticeable hard-on. Richard groaned feeling his jeans getting tighter.

“The first time I talked to you. How hot you looked sitting there and how bad I wanted to fuck you against the bar.”

You smiled before working a series of kisses down his jawline.

“What about our first date?”

Watching Richard squirm to relieve the tightness in his pants, you smiled. Of course, he remembered their first date. How could he not?

You smiled, continuing your assault on Richard. Thinking about the date that set the whole relationship off, you smiled.

You had been on Supernatural for almost a month. You had been so busy that the date with Richard had been pushed out several times. That didn't stop him from flirting with you nonstop. Not that you minded either. You were more than happy to flirt back and tease him senseless.

There had been kisses shared several times while filming but it wasn't a real kiss. It was too scripted. You wanted Richard to lose control and have his way with you. One afternoon after filming, you looked up as Richard stood in the doorway.

“So about that date sugar...am I ever going to get that?”

You turned, batting your eyes.

“When do you want it?”

Richard chuckled.

“Oh I don't know…tonight?”

You were pleased with his response.

“That sounds nice.”

Richard looked behind him making sure no one was hovering before walking to you.

“I want to kiss you as me...not Gabriel.”

Your heart was beginning to pound. What was this man doing to you?

“What are you waiting for?”

You asked softly before Richard pulled you into a long deep kiss. He quickly picked you up, putting you on the dressing table. Richard settled himself between your legs. Your fingers were soon tangled in his hair pulling softly.

“You like this baby?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Do you think I would tell you no? I've wanted a kiss like this from you for weeks.”

Richard groaned.

“You could have gotten it whenever you wanted.”

2 hours later, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror. After the small make out session in your dressing room, you finally got away so you could rush home and shower for the date. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Rob walk into the doorway.

“Y/n, why Richard?”

Your eyes rolled up to your brother's.

“Why not?”

Rob sighed.

“Jesus, I don't know. He's my best friend and maybe I know how he can tend to be.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Robbie, calm down I'm not running off to Vegas to marry him. It's just a date.”

Rob looked disbelieving for a moment.

“And you're going to sleep with him?”

You turned to face your brother, again.

“If it comes to it yes. Rob, I'm a grown woman now. I can decide who I want to sleep with.”

“He's a lot older than you.”

Kate rolled her eyes.

“Rob, please don't do this. Jesus, I would have thought you would been happy if I dated your best friend. You know everything about him.”

Rob nodded.

“That's what worries me.”

About that time the doorbell rang pulling, your attention from your uncomfortable conversation with her brother.

“And that would be my date. Rob, please. I get you are paranoid since you raised me. I understand that but you don't have to be my father anymore. You can be my brother and best friend now. Cut me some slack here okay?”

Rob sighed nodding.

“Just be careful.”

You nodded, kissing his cheek and went to the door. The moment that you laid eyes on Richard, you would have been pleased if he just threw you over his shoulder. He stood dressed in a black button-down shirt and tight black jeans that showed how perfect his hips and ass were. You were glad that you wore your tight emerald green dress that pushed your breasts together just right. From the look on Richard's face he looked pleased too.

“Damn sugar.”

He mumbled before pulling you into another kiss. Neither of you noticed Rob who walked by shaking his head.

The majority of the date went smoothly. Throughout dinner, Richard made you laugh almost nonstop. He hadn't expected to be drawn to you this quickly but you were drawing him in closer by the second!

After the restaurant, the two of you sat in a dark bar in the back corner. To Richard's delight, your backs were facing away from everyone else in the room. You were nestled on his lap as he ran his fingers down your thighs.

“This dress is like a perfect tease.”

He whispered taking a sip of the whiskey that was in his right hand. You batted your eyes at him again.

“I bet it would look better in your floor....look at me probably sounding like a slut.”

Richard rolled his eyes pulling you into a booze filled kissing session.

“How many men have you been with sugar?”

You blushed slightly.

“Considering we are probably about to sleep together, just you and one other loser.”

Richard looked a little surprised.

“He was that bad, huh?”

Kate nodded looking a tad annoyed.

“Yeah he was just some loser who play soccer professionally in Europe. He thinks he is god's gift. In actuality he sucks...and not in a fun way.”

Richard was slightly thankful the other guy sucked.

“I can treat you right darlin. You wouldn't be put on no back burner with me. I have to warn you though you may not be getting out of bed and able to walk right sometimes.”

You whimpered as Richard began to kiss from your neck down to the tops of your breasts.

“So is that you asking me to be with you exclusively?”

Richard looked up. You would be the first woman he had been with exclusively since his ex wife. Any other woman he had been with since then had just been for funzies. The thought of some other dude talking to you or touching you the way he was infuriated him.

“Yeah I guess it is.”

You smiled kissing him again before pulling away just enough to be able to speak.

“My response is yes.”

The kisses turned heavier. You whimpered as his hands stroked your thighs. In the moment, you were happy that you decided to wear no panties on the date. With a smirk, you reached out guiding Richard's hands up her your until he reached your soaking core.

“Fuck, baby.”

He moaned as he began to finger you slowly. Richard began to kiss you again to prevent you from moaning too loud. His gentle fingering became full-on finger fucking. One finger became two and two became three as he tried to give you an idea of what would be in store for you later that night.

“Quiet down sugar....everyone in this fucking place is going to hear how you will be moaning for me later.”

Richard whispered into your ear as he continued to finger her mercilessly. When he withdrew his fingers Kate moaned at the loss of stimulation. Richard gave her a naughty smirk.

“I bet you taste like heaven baby, I can't wait to get my tongue inside of you.”

You were pretty sure that you could have come just by watching Richard lick your juices off of his fingers.

“Are you ready to go princess?”

He asked softly. You nodded eagerly quickly standing up before smirking at Richard's obvious erection.

“I see that you are too.”

Richard nodded putting his jacket in front of him covering his lower body.

“Maybe I should have rethought the tight jeans huh?”

You shook your head.

“You've been teasing me with the tight jeans the past few weeks so you better stick with those”

Richard wrapped his free arm around your body, keeping her close to him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Richard's mouth locked on your neck and pulled you out of your little erotic memory. You tried not to cry out as Richard sucked at your harshly.

“Richard, you’re going to leave marks.”

“Yeah so?”

He mumbled pulling you into another kiss.

“Baby, we don't have time. We will be landing soon?”

Richard's mischievous eyes rolled to yours.

“They call it a quickie for a reason, sugar. Meet me in the bathroom. 5 minutes. Don't make me spank you.”

You looked at him with wide eyes as Richard stood. He gave you a smirk before sliding past you and disappearing down the aisle. You sat giggling in your seat for the next five minutes. Everyone you knew would know what was going on. You would have to walk past Misha and Vicki not to mention both Jared and Jensen.

Your phone buzzing got your attention. You looked down seeing Richard's name flash on the screen.

“Any day now, sugartits. Daddy needs some lovin.”

You blushed as you stood and began to walk to the bathroom at the back of the plane. Jared and Jensen didn't seem to notice you walk by or have a clue what was going on. They were both laughing over something on Jared's iPad. You rolled your eyes resisting to urge to ruffle Jared's hair. Your eyes landed on Misha who was talking quietly to Vicki. His face turned instantly to you as if knowing what was going on. He shot you a grin and a kissy face. You looked at him mouthing “shut up.” Misha grinned and went back to bug his wife.

Arriving at the back of the plane, you knocked quietly on the door before Richard opened it pulling you in. He quickly slammed you against the opposite wall. As you caught your breath back, Richard crammed his body against yours.

“Finally, you decided to get back here. You kept me waiting.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around Richard's neck as he shoved your skirt up.

“A whole five minutes? Baby are you really that spoiled?”

You cooed softly before attacking his neck with sucking kisses. Richard groaned.

“You've been petting my cock for the past half an hour. What the fuck do you think? Get these panties off.”

Richard stepped away undoing his jeans while you slipped your panties off. He wasn't gone long before quickly pulling your leg over his hip and slamming inside. You cried out until Richard reached up clamping his hand over your mouth.

“Easy, sugar.”

He moaned in-between thrusts. It didn't take long before your body tightened around his. Richard knew you were about to come undone and began to pound into you harder.

“Come for me, sugar.”

He cooed in your ear as you squealed against his palm coming hard. Richard smiled, satisfied for a moment before focusing on his own release. He pushed himself balls deep into you a few times before coming hard.

Both of you were panting as he let go of your leg letting her slide down to stand on two feet. You ran a hand through your now damp hair before reaching down to slide your panties back on.

“Nope.”

Richard said with a smirk. He snatched up your panties shoving it in his back pocket.

“Rich, are you really going to make me walk around without panties now?”

He smiled before wiggling his eyebrows.

“I may want to finger you some more....you know as we land. That can keep my mind at ease.”

You sighed knowing Richard was hamming up his fear of flying.

“Fine.”

You said before turning to the door and slipping out with Richard on your heels. The two of you got a few stares from cast mates who knew what was happening. You rolled your eyes at Matt who was giggling and making a suggestive smirk. Making a mental note, you decided to rib him later about overhearing him getting a little too excited with his girlfriend the weekend before.

Richard on the other hand, didn't give a good god damn about his friends starring. They should have known what to expect from him at this point. It wasn't until Misha reached out smacking him hard on the ass did Richard freeze. He turned around looking at Misha who was laughing like a mad man.

“The whole plane heard you two.”

Misha said with a smirk motioning toward Mark Pellegrino. He had put on some over the top huge headphones on and was staring intently at the in-flight film being shown. Richard glanced back at Misha.

“You know you enjoyed it.”

He said casually before turning and going back to join you.

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geraldsgojis · 6 years ago

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speak now

This was it. The day that Darren marries someone that isn't Lauren Lopez.

The emotion in the air was a mix of happiness and confusion. Everyone thought that they would be the ones marrying each other, not one marrying someone else. Lauren was getting dressed at her shared apartment with Joey.

Joey was already gone because he was one of Darren's best men. Julia and Jaime were on their way to pick her up from the apartment. Lauren was in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

"It's going to be okay. You're fine", she constantly repeated to herself, as she waiting for the knock at the door.

Suddenly, her wishes came true and Julia knocked on the door.

"Thank god", Lauren whispered to herself as she rushed to the door. She opened it and revealed Julia and Jaime.

"Hey guys", Lauren said, as she greeted them both with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They both walked in and waited by the door.

"Uhm. How are feeling", Jaime Lyn asked. They both knew how in love Darren and Lauren both were with each other. They knew how hard it was going to be for Lauren.

"Well, the man I'm still in love with is marrying someone else but I mean other than that, I'm feeling pretty good", Lauren said, while fake smiling to the both of them.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry", Julia said. "Do you wanna stay? You know you don't have to go", she continued. Lauren shook her head no. "As much as it hurts, I'm still best friends with him. I can't not go", Lauren said.

Julia and Jaime both looked at her and Jaime spoke up, "Well, it starts in about an hour. You ready to go", she asked.

Lauren grabbed her purse and walked to the door. "Alright, now or never", she said as she opened the door.

They arrived at the venue and honestly, it was absolutely stunning. They all get out the car and Lauren walks to the aisle. Darren had told her that he wants everyone to be sitting in the front on his side of the aisle. Julia and Jaime go and mingle with other friends and family while Lauren sits and looks at the front.

What if she did stand up? What if she found Darren and told him how much she wants to be with him? What if she spoke now? All these thoughts ran through her head as she could finally hear the organ start to play.

Julia and Jaime make their way to the seats next to Lauren. Suddenly, the bridal and groom party start making their way to the front.

Lauren catches eyes with Brian, Joey, Dylan, Joe, and Meredith and they all give her the same pity eyes. She looks down at her hands and they seem to be shaking. She looks to Julia.

Lauren went to Julia's ear and whispered, "I'm going to do something that could either ruin my life or make it how I've always dreamed. I'm really scared but I think I have to do this. I have to know if he still loves me".

Julia looked at Lauren with wide eyes. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?".

Lauren looked at her and nodded her head. Julia stared at her with the proudest smile. "Go get your man", she told Lauren.

Lauren looked up to the front and she sees that Darren has made his way to the front already. He's looking around like he's trying to search for someone. She finally locks eyes with him and he seems a little sad. He looks away real quick as the bridal march comes on.

Everyone stands. The doors in the back open and Mia is seen wearing the biggest gown. She looks like a princess.

I catch a glance at Darren and he seems to be looking at me the whole time. He finally looks at Mia and of course, he smiles. It looks to be a fake smile. Mia makes her way to the front and Darren grabs her hands.

They stand in front of the preacher. Everyone sits and I take a look at Julia. She gives me a thumbs up and I take a deep breath.

I can't believe I'm about to do this. Really? Should I? Yes, Lauren. I have to. I need to at least know.

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace".

This is it.

She stands up with trembling hands. She can feel everyone's eyes on her from all directions. Confused and horrified looks. Lauren makes her way to the front, a little distance from them both.

Mia is death glaring at her with every ounce of hate she has. Darren drops Mia's hands.

"Okay. Uhm. Listen. I'm not the kind of girl that does something like this but, Darren. You know and all of our friends know. You shouldn't be marrying the wrong girl", Lauren said, with her head held high.

Mia scoffs and looks at Darren. "Baby, can you please tell Lauren to leave or we will have the security handle her". Darren looks at Mia and looks at Lauren. Darren walks towards Lauren.

"Don't say yes, Darren. We can run away together or something. Whatever you want really. I know I'm rambling but I am still so deeply in love with you and I don't know if you feel the same way and if you don't then I can ju-", Lauren was suddenly cut off with Darren's lips on hers.

They felt so familiar. Kind of like this is what Lauren has been missing for 7 whole years. She can finally breathe.

They let go of each other and Darren says, "Yes. We can run away. I'll meet you outside in the front when I get out of this tux. I'm so glad you were here when they said speak now".

They kissed one last time as Darren ran to the front.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am deeply sorry that you had to drive all this way for a wedding that is not going to be happening. Mia, I am so sorry but I can't. Thank you all and good night", Darren said as he ran to Lauren and they ran out of the church, giggling and smiling.

This was it. The day that Darren finally got back together with his soulmate, Lauren Lopez.

hiii!! here is my one shot! I'll be making more soon. also I cried making this tbh. listen to the song for the full experience!! also this is so bad I apologize.

fanfic dedicated to @crisspezmemories !!

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melbournenewsvine · 2 years ago

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Devin Haney and George Camposos prepare for the rematch in Melbourne

Undisputed Lightweight Champion Devin Haney meets former unified champion George Camposos Jr in their rematch on Sunday, October 16 at Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne, VIC. “The Dream” first came to Australia in June with one world title. He returned to the United States with all belts. As he looks to repeat his outstanding performance, the crowd-favorite player is ready to take revenge. Ads Haney vs Kambosos 2 will air in the US on Saturday, October 15th. Boxing fans can watch Devin Haney vs George Kambosos Jr 2 live on Kayo in Australia, ESPN+ in the US and FITE in other countries. Haney and Camposos Jr faced off yesterday, but in today’s open practice, they were separated from each other. Haney (28-0, 15 KOs) received a standing ovation from local fans, who witnessed him unite all titles just four months ago at Marvel Stadium in Melbourne. Kambosos (20-1, 10 KOs) enters the rematch as the underdog and hopes to recapture the magic that drove him to a stunning attempt to win the title over Teofimo Lopez last year. Check below what Hani and Camposus Jr. had to say. Devin Hani “We definitely made some tweaks, we learned from the first fight. We all obviously know he’s coming up with a different plan for the game. The same things that worked in the first fight might not work well in the second fight, so we’re preparing for everything.” “We just have to see how the fight goes. We are ready to win by any means necessary, so our main focus is to win. If the knockout comes, it will come, but my main focus is to win.” “Sure, he should have been humbled, but at the end of the day, his head got big. It came to his head.” “I am enjoying the process, every step of it. I am enjoying the whole process, and I am excited for tomorrow’s press conference and the extra weights.” “He makes up every excuse in the book. He said he wouldn’t go, but now they’re saying I was holding, this was, this was this. Whatever you want to say, he can keep saying. Words don’t matter. I’ll go in there and do what I’m going to do regardless. Regardless No matter what judgment there is, no matter where the fight is, it doesn’t matter.” George Campos Jr. George Campos, Jr. | Mickey Williams / Top Rank via Getty Images “I feel a lot of energy, very relaxed, very defined zone. Like I said, I’m a fighter. I’m not trying to do anything else. It’s going great, it’s going great. We’re very focused. We’re very trapped and hungry for victory. That’s it.” .” When I got back to that dressing room [after the first fight]My mind changed instantly. I am defiant again. I was not upset. I’m in a familiar place, and that’s where I’ve been for most of my career. doubt me? Not a problem. I love when they doubt me. I love when they think I don’t have a chance. That’s fine. We will prove them wrong again.” “We came up with a great plan for the game, so we’re ready for anything. If he brings any style, if he’s of the same style, if he somehow brings Arturo Gatti style, which I highly doubt, let’s see. Let’s see on Sunday what he tries. Man to man. Let’s fight!” “I have a smaller team. I don’t have a lot of entourage, but I have a team that I’m comfortable with. I take it old school. I’ll go back to what got me there.” Haney vs Kambosos 2 tickets, start time, how to watch, full fight pass Among the bottom card matches, Jason Moloney faces Thailand’s Nawaphon Kaikanha in a final elimination for the WBC World Bantamweight Championship. His twin brother Andrew Moloney is fighting Dominican rival Norbelto Jimenez for the WBO International Junior belt. Get a full Haney vs Kambosos 2 battle pass. Ads Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

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Star Sightings: Katie Holmes Stylishly Steps Out, Gabrielle Union & Dwyane Wade Party With Rick Ross & More!

The temps are starting to heat up and celebs' sartorial styles aren't cooling down! Katie Holmes rocked a pretty navy blue asymmetrical JD Williams jumpsuit for a photo shoot in New York City.

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Heidi Klum went even bolder, topping her outfit with a bright green “Henny Faux Fur” trench coat from KUT from the Cloth while on the set of Germany's Next Top Model in Santa Monica, California, in early June. The 45-year-old model’s stylist, Rob Zangardi, originally got the jacket as a gift for Cara Delevingne, but Klum fell in love with it, so he gave it to her instead!

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Shay Mitchell kept warm in some, well, not-so-cold temps by layering with a jacket by Canadian designer Ellie Mae. “When it’s 52° in the morning and mid-70s by lunchtime, a faux fur jacket with a crop top, seems sensible👌,” the Pretty Little Liars alum joked on Instagram on June 6.

When it’s 52° in the morning and mid-70s by lunchtime, a faux fur jacket with a crop top, seems sensible👌🏽

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Younger star Nico Tortorella rocked the Teva Hurricane XLT-2 when he stopped by the shoe brand’s Festival Gifting Suite at New York City’s Extra Butter on May 30.

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Cara Santana donned a pretty burnt orange dress for POPSUGAR x Winemaker's Selection Launch at A.O.C in Los Angeles on May 24.

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On fashion's biggest night, the 2018 CFDA Fashion Awards in New York City on June 4, Rosario Dawson was among the celebs who snagged a complimentary LYFT to get home safely following the after-party in New York City.

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And Miles Heizer, Derek Luke, Alisha Boe, Katherine Langford and Dylan Minnette all looked quite nice at the 13 Reasons Why ATAS FYC Event held at Netflix FYSee at Raleigh Studios in Los Angeles on June 1.

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Workouts were on the brain of Hollywood's elite as well.

Jordana Brewster enjoyed a day at the horse stable with her family in Los Angeles last week, where she exclusively revealed her favorite go-to beauty trends to ET. "I love Fascia massages. They really get deep into your muscles, even more than a deep tissue massage. This massage really helps stretch your muscles when you are tight and extra sore," the 38-year-old actress, who works out six days a week, explained. “I am also loving dry brushing because it really gets your circulation and lymphatic system going." The Lethal Weapon star also revealed that "allergies are a challenge all year round" for her. "Whether I’m heading to the Farmers Market with my kids or trying to exercise outdoors, my runny nose and watery eyes can be really disruptive, but, thankfully, I take ZYRTEC to give me consistent allergy relief," she added.

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Also in the City of Angels, American Woman co-stars Kyle Richards and Jennifer Bartels hosted a panel at Flywheel’s Larchmont studio on what it means to be a woman in 2018.

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Rather than hit the gym, James Franco, New York Mets pitcher Noah Syndergaard and NBA trainer Chris Brickley took in a game, watching the NBA Finals together at The Ainsworth East Village in New York City on June 2.

Andy Cohen was also in the Big Apple, enjoying a birthday lunch with his parents and a friend at Black Tap Craft Burgers & Beer's Midtown Manhattan outpost on June 1, where he ate an All-American Burger and drank seltzer one day before turning the big 5-0. And Michael Kors dined at NYC’s db Bistro Moderne by Daniel Boulud for a quiet lunch with a small group of colleagues on June 1, enjoying restaurant classics like the Original DB Burger and the Peekytoe Crab & Avocado Tartine.

There were plenty of parties and performances going on not just in New York and Hollywood, but Las Vegas and Miami as well.

Fresh off a romantic vacay, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade partied with Rick Ross at Rockwell Nightclub in Miami Beach on June 2.

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Hailee Steinfeld and birthday girl Normani were in the audience for the Jennifer Lopez: All I Have residency at Zappos Theater at Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino in Las Vegas on May 30, posting snaps to social media as they took in the show.

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Logic returned to the stage at Drai’s Nightclub atop The Cromwell in Las Vegas on June 1, wowing the crowd with hits like “Everyday” and “1-800-273-8255.” After his show, which was taken in by the likes of San Francisco wide receiver Pierre Garcon, Oakland Raiders wide receiver Martavis Bryant and DJ Henry Fong, the rapper chilled in a stageside VIP booth with friends.

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Jhene Aiko also had a big night out at The Cromwell over the weekend, celebrating a friend’s bachelorette party at an exclusive dancefloor booth during her boyfriend, Big Sean’s, performance at Drai’s LIVE.

Tyga closed out Memorial Day weekend on May 27 at Oxford Social Club at Pendry San Diego, performing his hits like “Rack City” and “Faded” and inviting a few partygoers onstage when he introduced his new single, “Taste.”

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Rapper Pusha-T hosted Beats by Dre's Governors Ball party at PHD Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown in New York City on June 1, ending his performance with “Infrared,” the song that started the recent drama between him and Drake.

Ty Dolla $ign got the crowd pumped at Jammcard's private JammJam event at Capitol Records in Los Angeles on June 3.

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Ben Rector hit the stage at a Spotify Secret Show at Nashville’s Bits & Pieces Antique Boutique on May 23, performing songs like "Brand New" and "When a Heart Breaks" off his upcoming album, Magic, which drops June 22.

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Betty Who performed at Moonlight Rollerway in Los Angeles to celebrate the launch of Henry’s Hard Sparkling Water.

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And Antonio Banderas hopped in the DJ booth during the Miami Fashion Week Designers Dinner at the Doheny Room at Delano on May 31.

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Plenty more stars were out and about for fun events. Lauren Bushnell and her pals attended a brunch at Skin Laundry's new headquarters in Newport Beach's Lido Marina Village on June 4 to celebrate the launch of her new wine line, Dear Rosé, just a few days ahead of National Rosé Day.

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Paris Hilton chatted with fellow dog advocate Megan O'Brien about her hound accessory, the Dogipack, during a wellness event at her mom, Kathy Hilton’s, home in Bel-Air, California, on May 26.

Katrina Bowden celebrated the opening of the La Fete french cocktail bar, a new hot spot from IB Hospitality Founder Rohan Talwar, in West Hollywood on May 31.

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Tamera Mowry was the keynote speaker at Fashion Mamas: Mamas Making It Summit at the Line Hotel in Los Angeles on June 3.

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Mom-to-be Christine Lakin showed off her growing baby bump at Neocell presents Bloom Summit by New Bloom Media, sponsored by Mychelle Beauty, Radar Roller and more, at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills on June 2.

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After all that fun comes some R&R!

Actress Leven Rambin enjoyed a late 28th birthday celebration with boyfriend Tilky Jones at Aqua Beach Resort Cancun in late May, enjoying the beach and lounge around their Presidential Suite’s rooftop hot tub and leaving the resort to explore the Mayan ruins in nearby Tulum and Cenote Chaak Tun in Playa del Carmen during their week-long stay.

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Red Hot Paris’ Ashley Hutson snapped a selfie with a clean-shaven Robert Pattinson at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, on June 1.

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Real Housewives of New Jersey star Melissa Gorga visited plastic surgeon Dr. Ramtin Kassir for Botox and Photo-Facial procedures in early June.

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Plus, Kyle Busch’s wife, Samantha Busch, grabbed new Walmart Family Mobile smartphones from a Walmart in Charlotte, North Carolina.

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Brooklyn Beckham's new fiancée Nicola Peltz shares glimpse of her dazzling $200k diamond ring - Daily Mail

Brooklyn Beckham fiancée Nicola Peltz shared a close-up glimpse of her dazzling $200,000 ring on Sunday, one day after the couple announced their engagement.

Just the 25-year-old actress’ hand was featured in a shot shared on 21-year-old Brooklyn’s Stories as she petted their adorable pet pooch.

And while the couple’s four-legged friend was the centre of attention, it was hard to miss Nicola’s emerald diamond dazzler, which is thought to be 4.5-5 carats.

Ring: Brooklyn Beckham fiancée Nicola Peltz shared a close-up glimpse of her dazzling $200,000 ring on Sunday, one day after the couple announced their engagement

Dazzler: It was hard to miss Nicola’s diamond dazzler, which is thought to be 4.5-5 carats

Shannon Delany-Ron, director of communications at JamesAllen.com, told Mirror Online of the sparkling new accessory: ‘Nicola’s ring looks to be a 4.5-5 carat emerald diamond in a classic solitaire setting on a thin band.

‘Beauty and precision are hallmarks of the emerald cut engagement ring. The cut’s long lines give the stone its elegant and sophisticated look. I would estimate the value of the ring to be about $150,000 – $200,000.

‘This timeless style is a favourite among celebrities. Jennifer Lopez, Amal Clooney and Jennifer Lawrence all wear emerald cut engagement rings. Brooklyn’s mom Victoria also loves this style…’

Brooklyn and Nicola announced their engagement on Saturday, following reports the had popped the question.

And alleged details have since emerged of the couple’s upcoming nuptials, which are said to be costing £4 million.

Wedding bells! Brooklyn Beckham and his new fiancée Nicola Peltz officially announced their engagement on Saturday

Nicola’s billionaire father, Nelson Peltz, 78, is reportedly paying for the wedding with Brooklyn’s parents Victoria and David Beckham also wanting to ‘contribute’.

The nuptials are said to be taking place in both the UK and Florida with the couple allegedly expected to sign pre-nups at the behest of Nicola’s father, who is said to be worth £1.34 billion.

While Brooklyn’s little sister, Harper, nine, will reportedly be ‘chief bridesmaid’ and his brothers Romeo, 17, and Cruz, 15, acting as his ‘ushers’.

A source told The Sun: ‘Everyone is delighted for them. Brooklyn has always looked up to his parents and grandparents, who have been married for a combined 70 years, and that’s what he wants.

Wow: The photographer, 21, and actress, 25, announced that they were engaged on Saturday following reports he had popped the question

Exciting: And now alleged details have emerged of the couple’s upcoming nuptials, which are said to be costing £4 million

‘David and Victoria are thrilled. They feel he has finally met a girl who is not after him for fame or money. In fact, her family wealth dwarfs the Beckhams.’

They added: ‘It’s too early to set a date, but they’re aiming for the end of next summer or early autumn.’

MailOnline has contacted both Nicola and the Beckham’s representatives.

Victoria, who has a net worth of £335 million alongside husband David, is said to be designing one of the wedding dresses that Nicola will wear at one of their ceremonies.

The happy couple are also reportedly keen to move to the US permanently, and are said to be house-hunting in LA where Brooklyn has allegedly been offered a number of internships.

Brooklyn took to Instagram on Saturday to announce he was engaged following reports he had popped the question to his ‘soulmate’ Nicola, 25.

He is said to have proposed on the weekend of David and Victoria’s 21st wedding anniversary, and gave her a £250,000 ring he had designed.

The son of David and Victoria vowed to be the best ‘husband and daddy’ as he shared the gushing tribute to his bride-to-be.

Helping: Nicola’s billionaire father, Nelson Peltz, 78, is reportedly paying for the wedding with Brooklyn’s parents Victoria and David Beckham also wanting to ‘contribute’

Sharing a stunning snap of the couple, he wrote ‘Two weeks ago I asked my soulmate to marry me and she said yes xx I am the luckiest man in the world. I promise to be the best husband and the best daddy one day. I love you baby xx’

In the snap Brooklyn held his hand to the actress’ waist, while she held her ring-clad hand to his face in an intimate snap, taken by his little sister Harper, nine.

Nicola looked stunning in a flowing yellow dress with frill detailing, while Brooklyn looked handsome in a two-piece navy suit for the engagement snap.

Brooklyn and Nicola shared identical images on their Instagram pages, as the Bates Motel star admitted she was feeling like the ‘luckiest girl in the world’.

Elated: Brooklyn and Nicola shared identical images on their Instagram pages, as the Bates Motel star admitted she was feeling like the ‘luckiest girl in the world’ to be engaged to him

She wrote: ‘You’ve made me the luckiest girl in the world. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life by your side. your love is the most precious gift. I love you so so much baby and thank you harper for this pic.’

Underneath her post, Brooklyn replied: ‘ My girl forever xxx I love you more than anything.’

It appears the image was taken recently following the couple’s return to the Cotswolds, after isolating together in New York.

The news broke online on Friday evening that Brooklyn had asked Nicola to be his wife and he has confirmed the speculation just hours later.

Just moments after the online announcement, fashion mogul Victoria took to her own Instagram account to offer the couple her congratulations.

Happy: Just moments after the online announcement, fashion mogul Victoria took to her own Instagram account to offer the couple her congratulations

Victoria wrote: ‘The MOST exciting news!! We could not be happier that Brooklyn and Nicola are getting married! Wishing you so much love and a lifetime of happiness. We all love you both so much x’

She wrote: ‘The MOST exciting news!! We could not be happier that Brooklyn and Nicola are getting married! Wishing you so much love and a lifetime of happiness. We all love you both so much x’

An insider told the Mirror on Friday that his parents David, 45, and Victoria, 46, have given their blessing for the marriage to take place.

A source told the publication: ‘Brooklyn has been telling his friends in LA that he and Nicola are engaged. It’s common knowledge among their group of friends. They are smitten.’

‘David and Victoria have very much given this relationship their blessing.

‘It’s a very exciting time for the whole family and after a few previous rocky relationships, they think Brooklyn has landed on his feet.’

Brotherly love! Brooklyn’s brothers Romeo, 17, and Cruz, 15, also sweetly offered their well-wishes on social media as they reported their sibling’s original post on their Stories

No problem! An insider told the Mirror that his parents David and Victoria have given their blessing for the marriage to take place

Brooklyn’s brothers Romeo, 17, and Cruz, 15, also sweetly offered their well-wishes on social media as they reported their sibling’s original post on their Stories.

The pair have been dating for around nine months and Brooklyn has previously dated actress Chloe Grace Moretz and model Hana Cross, both aged 23.

The couple often make proclamations of their love on social media and have shared several romantic snaps during their time in lockdown.

The pair have been isolating together in New York with actress Nicola having moved in with the celebrity offspring in March following just five months of dating.

Love: Brooklyn has apparently been telling his pals that he popped the question to his other half for a while

Loved-up! The couple often make proclamations of their love on social media and have shared several romantic snaps during their time in lockdown

The move also reportedly has the backing of Brooklyn’s famous parents David and Victoria, who seem to think they’re the perfect match.

The source said: ‘[Brooklyn] and Nicola are closer than ever and they are both excited to take their relationship to the next level by sharing the same home.’

‘Nicola has been a big hit with the entire Beckham family – both David and Victoria have made it clear to Brooklyn how much they like her. So they completely support him in this move – though they will miss him a lot.’

Brooklyn set up home in the States after ending his internship with iconic photographer Rankin.

Isolation buddies: The pair have been isolating together in New York with actress Nicola having moved in with the celebrity offspring in March following just five months of dating

The couple have since jetted to the UK to spend time with Brooklyn’s family at their country pad in the Cotswolds and have shared snaps of their reunion.

Brooklyn was linked to a string of women before meeting Nicola, following his split from model Hana, including Canadian actress Natalie Ganzhorn, 21, and brunette actress Phoebe Torrance, 25.

His high-profile ex-girlfriends include actress Chloe, 23, and French model-singer Sonia Ben Ammar, 21.

Nicola was previously dating the youngest of the Hadid siblings, model Anwar Hadid. It’s believed they dated for just over a year before they split up in May 2018.

Together again! The couple have since jetted to the UK to spend time with Brooklyn’s family at their country pad in the Cotswolds and have shared snaps of their reunion

A source told the publication: ‘Brooklyn has been telling his friends in LA that he and Nicola are engaged. It’s common knowledge among their group of friends. They are smitten’

However the model now appears to be completely loved-up with Nicola and last month the couple wore his mother Victoria’s charity T-shirt to mark Pride Month.

Twinning in their tops, the pair appeared besotted with each other as they enjoyed a smooch in a field.

Brooklyn’s mother, Spice Girl turned fashion designer Victoria, has written about how much much she is missing Brooklyn during lockdown in the UK.

Earlier this year, Nicola declared that she and Brooklyn will be together ‘forever’ as she stressed the strength of their relationship alongside a steamy photograph shared to Instagram.

Pride! However the model now appears to be completely loved-up with Nicola and last month the couple wore his mother Victoria’s charity T-shirt to mark Pride Month

Cosy: Nicola declared that she and Brooklyn will be together ‘forever’ as she stressed the strength of their relationship alongside a steamy photograph shared to Instagram

Brooklyn Beckham’s failed romances

August 2014 – March 2018 (on and off) – Chloë Grace Moritz

In August 2014, Brooklyn and actress Chloë Grace Moritz, 23, attended the Teen Choice Awards together and subsequently dated on and off for almost 4 years.

After enjoying a romantic summer together in May 2016 , then split in September 2016. Despite later rekindling their romance, they finally called it quits in March 2018.

During breaks in their relationship, Brooklyn was linked to a bevvy of other famous beauties.

Longterm ex: Brooklyn and actress Chloë Grace Moritz, 23, dated on and off for almost 4 years between August 2014 and March 2018 (Pictured November 2017)

September 2015 – Sonia Ben Ammar

After meeting French-Tunisian model and singer Sonia Ben Ammar, 21, over spring break in the Maldives in 2015, Brooklyn embarked on a relationship with her which lasted for a few months. They briefly re-sparked the romance in 2016 before it fizzled out for good.

Former flame: Brooklyn embarked on a short-lived relationship with French-Tunisian model and singer Sonia Ben Ammar, 21, in 2015 (Pictured March 2017)

October 2016 – Sofia Richie

Brooklyn’s relationship with model Sofia Richie, 21, (daughter of Lionel Richie and sister to actress Nicole Richie) was never officially confirmed, but the pair were frequently spotted together from late 2016 to early 2017.

Brooklyn’s relationship with Sofia Richie, 21, was never officially confirmed, but they were spotted together from late 2016 to early 2017 (Pictured January 2017)

May 2017 – Rita Ora

It was reported that Brooklyn had a secret flirtation with pop star Rita Ora, 29, in 2017. The pair went for a dinner date and were later spotted holding hands at The Electric in West London. They are said to have shared some steamy smooches before Brooklyn’s parents banned him from seeing her again and sent him back to New York.

Flirtation: It was reported that Brooklyn had a secret flirtation and some steamy smooches with pop star Rita Ora, 29, in 2017 (Picture from social media)

July 2017 – Lottie Moss

It was claimed that Brooklyn and Lottie Moss, 22 – half-sister of supermodel Kate Moss – had a ‘secret fling’ before he started dating his now ex-girlfriend Hana Cross.

Model mania: It was claimed that Brooklyn and Lottie Moss, 22, had a ‘secret fling’ in July 2017 (Picture from social media)

April 2018 – Lexi Wood

Brooklyn was pictured kissing Canadian Vogue and Playboy model Lexi Wood, 22, as they sat in a West Hollywood tattoo parlour.

Stunner: In April 2018, Brooklyn was pictured kissing Canadian Playboy model Lexi Wood, 22, as they sat in a West Hollywood tattoo parlour (Picture August 2019)

May 2018 – July 2018 – Lexy Panterra

Beckham was linked to Lexy Panterra, 29, during the summer of 2018 before he started dating Hana Cross.

The social media star grew to fame for her online LexTwerkOut twerking workout videos.

LexTwerkOut: Beckham was linked to Lexy Panterra, 29, during the summer of 2018 before he started dating Hana Cross (Pictured in April 2017)

July 2018 – Abi Manzoni

Following his split from Lexy, Brooklyn was romantically linked to Abi Manzoni, a singer/model who runs a legally licensed cannabis company.

Linked: Following his split from Lexy, Brooklyn was romantically linked to Abi Manzoni, a singer/model who runs a legally licensed cannabis company (Pictured July 2018)

August 2018 – Alex Lee Aillon

Brooklyn was also reported to have enjoyed a brief romance with Alex Lee Aillon, 21 – a model represented by Milk and Select Model Management.

Alex Lee is now in a relationship with Hollywood actor Pierce Brosnan’s youngest son Paris, 19.

Beauty: In August 2018 Brooklyn was also reported to have enjoyed a brief romance with model Alex Lee Aillon, 21 (Pictured September 2019)

December 2018 – July 2019 (on and off) – Hana Cross

In December 2018 Brooklyn began dating Hana Cross, 23, a successful model signed by three different agencies; Select Model Management, The Lions and Premium Models.

Brooklyn and Hana were reportedly physically separated by security guards during a public row which took place at Hotel Martinez during the Cannes Film Festival in May 2019.

After splitting and reuniting numerous times during their tumultuous 7 months relationship, they finally parted ways for good in July 2019.

On and off: Brooklyn began dating Hana Cross, 23, in December 2018, but after a tumultuous 7 months, they parted ways for good in July 2019 (Pictured May 2019)

October 2019 – Phoebe Torrance & Natalie Ganzhorn

After splitting from Hana, and before beginning his relationship with Nicola Peltz, Brooklyn reportedly enjoyed dalliances with a couple of actresses.

He was pictured at London’s Wellington club with actress Phoebe Torrance, 25, who is the daughter of former professional golfer Sam Torrance. Phoebe has starred as Amber Ross in horror Mandy the Doll and in boxing drama Six Rounds. The starlet also featured in an episode of Friday Night Dinner as Mandy The Waitress.

Around the same time, Brooklyn was also linked to Canadian actress Natalie Ganzhorn, 21. The social media star and Toronto-born model who now lives in LA is best known for her part in popular Canadian musical comedy series Make It Pop, playing the role of Heather until the TV show ended in 2016.

Dalliance: Phoebe was pictured at London’s Wellington club with actress Phoebe Torrance, 25, daughter of professional golfer Sam Torrance (Picture from social media)

Canadian cutie: In October 2019 Brooklyn was also linked to Canadian actress Natalie Ganzhorn, 21 (Pictured November 2019)

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The CrossRhodes Saga 2/?

40s Noir Klaine AU

Rating: Eventual M or E Warnings: None at the moment Word Count: 1907 Summary: FBI Agents Kurt and Brittany go undercover as a married couple to investigate the CrossRhodes Lounge - a jazz club with some mysterious things going on.

Yup, It’s a total 40s Noir AU with undercover identities, black widow sham marriages, and Cooper fucking Anderson.

A/N: Thanks to @snarkyhag for betaing! :) Yes, I know where this is going - but please note the ‘saga’ in the title. Also - I don’t claim to be historically accurate.

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[ Chapter 1 ]

Chapter 2

Sue acquired a place for them not too far from the lounge. The apartment, which was modest in size for a New York living space, would double as a place for operations and as a place for them to stay while undercover. Brittany spent the first hour they were there finding all the secret hiding places; false bottoms in the drawers, extra space behind the closet wall, a safe behind a landscape oil painting, and two hollowed places in the floor. There was even a tiny secret room behind the bookcase in the living room that connected the living room to the bedroom. A desk had been squished into the tiny space ‘for your convenience’ Sue had said.

Although Sue hadn’t mentioned it, Kurt thought there was a pretty good chance that the whole place was probably bugged, too. There was something about the apartment that felt as though someone was always watching you. And knowing Sue, someone probably was.

He and Brittany would assume false identities, Mr. and Mrs. Richard and Betty Tubbington. Something told Kurt that Brittany had helped Sue pick out the names. They were a well-off couple, Richard Tubbington having a lavish women’s clothing line.

“Why just women’s clothing?” Kurt had asked.

“Because something about you just screams blouse,” Sue had replied.

Kurt had blinked slowly then turned around and walked right out of her office. He wasn’t sure why he bothered asking her these things.

Betty was a stay-at-home wife, who began looking for a hobby to get her out of the house every once in awhile. Richard would stand in as a manager, to make sure there was no funny business, and find her some interesting work. Claiming that they were a friend of a friend of one of the regulars, Richard had heard about the opening singer/dancer/waitress and called the lounge to set up an audition for her.

Kurt had been hoping to talk to Santana Lopez herself but instead he had a conversation with a woman named Quinn Fabray, who claimed to be the talent handler for the lounge. Ms. Fabray sounded indifferent at best about the inquiry but didn’t question their interest. They were able to secure the audition the next day.

The night of the audition was their first night in the apartment. Kurt and Brittany spent the afternoon going over their plant to make sure they were on the same page going forward. Brittany, despite her eccentricities, listened to his plan carefully. Tonight would just be about scoping out the place, getting the feel for it and its people, and making sure Brittany acquired the position.

Getting ready for the evening, Kurt scoped out the closet and found that it was full of clothes for each of them. Kurt picked out a navy suit, the only thing in the closet that looked freshly purchased, and not like Sue had found it at a flea market. The jacket was a little too big, the pants slightly too small, and Kurt wished he had time to see his tailor because a few adjustments would make the whole ensemble work. But this wasn’t for him, was it. It was a part he had to play. He vaguely thought back to a time when he loved to play different roles, acting out his stories for his mother in the kitchen. That felt like a long time ago now, even if there was still something appealing about being someone who isn’t you.

Kurt put on his shoes and checked the mirror again to make sure his hair was still styled nicely. He had finished before Brittany, who was locked in the bathroom, so he gave himself a moment to examine the apartment.

There was something surreal about the whole ordeal, the entire place was set up as if they actually had a life there. They hadn’t been allowed any of their personal belongings, Sue had made sure they had all their necessities ready and waiting for them. Despite the fact that they could return to their own places at any point, it felt like they were having an extended vacation at a very strange hotel.

It was modestly furnished, though Sue’s gaudy taste in furniture did not match his own; there were books on the bookshelves (plenty of mystery novels, Kurt noted, completely Sue’s sense of humor), and there was even food in the fridge. There were very few personal items, however, with the exception of a few photos he and Brittany had posed for a few days before, which included a mock wedding photo that sat on the nightstand.

Kurt took a moment to look at the wedding photo - two happy smiling people supposedly on the best day of their life. It was amazing what good lighting and a nice angle will get you. Even he bought that they were in love with each other. But the photo wasn’t any more real than anything else in that apartment.

Marriage was a goal he knew he would never achieve, and he had long ago made with his peace with that. But still, it’d be nice to have someone to come home to, someone who could hold him at night, and kiss him good morning. Someone he could grow old with. Someone who would like him for just being him…

“Kurt - I need your help!” Brittany called from the bathroom.

She was mostly ready, wearing a red dress that had a black and white polka dotted underlining, and black heels. Her hair was done, barrette in the back, curls over her shoulders. Her make-up was flawless - dark red lipstick suited her well. She was absolutely stunning. It bemused him sometimes how often he was in the company of such wonderful women, and never found a single one of them attractive beyond objectively.

“What can I do for you, Brit?”

“Can you put this necklace on me?”

“Sure?”

Kurt gently swept the hair off her neck, and clasped the necklace in place. He then looked up and saw their reflection in the mirror. They made a lovely couple, in the right costumes, under the right light. The reflection looking back painted a nice picture, a loving husband and wife, but their images were just as mocking as the wedding photo. It was only a facade. It would always only be a facade.

“Why are you being so mopey?” Brittany asked, giving him a frown.

“I not being mopey.”

“You’re totally being mopey.” She turned around and pointed a finger at him. “If you’re going to be my husband you can’t be mopey like this. Especially when you’re going to spend the evening with some as clearly amazing as I am.”

He couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Alright, I’ll try not to be mopey.”

Her eyes lit up, and she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “This is going to be a lot of fun, Kurt Hummel. Just you wait.”

By the time the arrived at the lounge, Kurt was in better spirits, and he and Brittany entered arm in arm. The bouncer was a bald man name ‘Puck’ who had a bit of a bark to him. Over the years Kurt had seen a lot of guys like these, and either he or Brittany could take him down with just a threat if need be. The staircase was barely lit, and tight enough that he and Brittany had to descend in single file. The stairs, however, were misleading. The lounge itself was not what Kurt had expected.

The room was massive for New York City, sprawling about three sizes larger than the bars he was used to. Christmas lights of gold, red, and orange lined the ceiling, creating a warm glow about the place. There were sturdy wooden chairs and tables, each with a little candle in the middle, and to the right, along the wall, was a black, sleek, newly built bar. The stage was to the left, and had a small walk way into the main part of the room, so the singers could participate with the audience at closer range if desired. A small pit for the jazz band was located just off the side of the stage. There was a far door on the opposite side of the room, most likely leading to bathrooms, backstage, and management offices.

Sue had said slinky, but he now doubted that she had stepped inside the place before giving them the assignment. The place was, actually, quite welcoming and Kurt stopped at the bottom of the stairs for a moment to take it all in. The place was only a quarter or so full - but it was early in the evening, surely the numbers would grow as the night went on. The band played a lively number, while an African-American woman sang and an Asian-American woman tap danced along. Instead of loners sitting around drinking by themselves as he expected, most of the patrons were sitting in small groups, chatting happily as they sipped their colorful cocktails, a few of them dancing to the music in the aisles.

“This place is magical,” Brittany said, just as the music wrapped up with an enthusiastic wail on the final note. Kurt could only nod in agreement. The place erupted into cheers as the women took their bow.

Kurt and Brittany were slowly making their way to the bar across the room when the women made their way off stage. The lounge grew quiet as the band began to play again, this time a slower number.

The curtains parted and out strode a very gorgeous man up to the microphone. He closed his eyes, and began to sing, slowly, carefully, the first few notes of the song. Kurt became immediately transfixed, hanging onto every note. Then, his eyes flew open, alive with delight as the song picked up tempo. Kurt knew who he was - there was no doubt about it. He had seen the file, maybe lingered on the photo a little too long while going through it, but photographs did not do him justice. Blaine Anderson was breathtaking in person, and it took Kurt completely off guard.

His voice was rich and inviting, his energy captivating, and sensuality just oozed from him. He used the microphone as a partner, singing into it almost seductively. He knew how to work the audience, how to use the music to his advantage to draw them in, make them watch, and try as he might, Kurt couldn’t look away. He was frozen on the spot - just watching. Blaine made a point to interact with the audience, reached out to them, winked at them, and for one brief second, made eye contact with Kurt and, damn, he even smirked.

Kurt’s heart began to race. This was a bad idea. He couldn’t already be entwined with a subject’s fiance - he can’t. But even worse, he couldn’t be this enamoured with a straight man. This was a bad, bad idea.

Still…

As the song wrapped up, Brittany grabbed his hand - anchoring him back to reality. He looked to her, because he couldn’t look back up at the stage, and she gave him a kind smile. For a moment, he wondered if she knew.

The bar was tended by an Asian-American man with a friendly smile named Mike, according to his nametag.

“Ah, first timers?” he asked. Kurt and Brittany exchanged looks and nodded. “Well, welcome to CrossRhodes Lounge - first drink is on the house. What can I get you?”

Behind Kurt, Blaine Anderson had gone into his second song, and it took every ounce he had not to turn around and look. “Something sobering, actually,” Kurt said.

Mike laughed. “And for the lady?”

“Oh, just some water,” Brittany said. “I’m auditioning tonight - have to be my best!”

“Auditioning, huh?” Mike said. “Oh! You must be here to fill in Sugar’s old spot.”

“Sugar?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, she didn’t exactly leave in good graces. But that’s about all I know.” Mike took a step back and put his hands up as if he didn’t want to really talk about it. Kurt made a mental note to look into that later. “I’m guessing you wanna talk to Quinn. She should be in the back, hold on. Sam! Hey, Sam!” Mike called out to a blond man leaning against the wall watching the women who were performing earlier sing back up for Blaine. “You’ll have to forgive him, he’s sweet on Mercedes up there. Sam!” Mike gave Sam a whack on the arm to finally get his attention.

“Ouch, what?” Sam said, rubbing his arm.

“We have a new hire prospect,” Mike said. “Can you go grab Quinn?”

Sam lit up as he noticed Kurt and Brittany. “Sure! It’d be nice to have a few new faces around here.”

Sam left towards the back.

“So, is Santana Lopez here?” Kurt asked. “I heard she owns the place.”

Mike gave a noncommittal shrug. “I never know where she is. Breezes in and out when she feels like it. Why? Do you need me to pass a message along.”

“No, merely curious.”

Another minute passed and Sam returned with a woman Kurt supposed was Quinn Fabray. Quinn’s blonde hair was tightly pulled up in a high bun, she wore a blouse and skirt, more appropriate of a secretary at an office than at a cocktail bar, and a scowl on her face.

Kurt stepped forward to introduce himself. “Hello, Ms. Fabray, my name is Richard Tubbington and this is my wife Betty. I’m here representing her. She’s quite the talented girl, and I’m sure she’ll be a good fit to your staff.” Kurt attempted to throw in an overly fond smile but he wasn’t sure how well it played with Quinn, as she ignored him completely to talk with Brittany.

“Hi, I’m Betty,” Brittany said, maybe a little too overly sweet.

“Quinn. What are your qualifications?”

“Oh,” Brittany tilted her head to think about it. “I’m mostly self taught, but I know how to move so people like it.” She unexpectedly wiggled her butt tauntingly close to Kurt, enough that it made him blush a little. “See, even my husband likes it.”

Quinn gave her an odd look. “Well, I’ll definitely audition you, but I’m afraid this job won’t pay much.”

“We won’t be asking for much,” Kurt said. “We’re not in need of money. Betty would just like to spread her wings a little, wouldn’t you, B?”

“Yes, I barely am able to get out of the house,” Brittany added. “And I don’t think the world really appreciates just how unicorn I really am.”

Kurt pretended what Brittany said was completely normal. “She really is fantastic.”

“Well, they’re almost done, so we’ll just get you up there to see how well you can sing,” Quinn said. “Would you mind coming with me to the back? We’ll get you ready for the stage, and there’ll be a few more questions I’d like to ask.”

Quinn took Brittany’s arm to lead her to the back. Kurt made a motion to leave with them, but Quinn stopped him dead in his tracks with a glare.

“Do you really need to have that much control over your wife?” she asked. Kurt noticed Quinn playing with the wedding ring on her left hand, an expensive gold band, large diamond, very new. Huh.

“I just assumed…”

“Well, she’s the one auditioning. Not you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Brittany gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You worry too much about me.”

Kurt didn’t argue, and Brittany left with Quinn, leaving him alone at the bar.

Mike came back in another minute with bright drink and the reassurance that if nothing else, it could lift his spirits. He wasn’t so sure but took the drink anyway. It had a sharp taste, bitter with a bit of a tang added to it. He snacked on a few peanuts and took a few more sips, not sure if he liked it but he began to feel more relaxed and it was nice, for a moment, to feel unclenched. His head began to feel a little fuzzy, not in a bad way though, and he smiled as the women on stage began another tap number.

“I really doubt the government could cover up something that big,” he heard Mike say to Sam behind the bar.

“It’s definitely aliens,” Sam said, slapping the back of his hand to the other to drive home his point. “My cousin was down there, he knows.”

“Your cousin is also high ninety percent of the time,” Mike argued. “He also talks to cactuses on a regular basis.”

Kurt began to giggle, just a little. He should tell Sue, she’d get such a big kick out of the conversation. He then thought of work, and that he should start making a list of things to go on his report when he returned home, but his brain wouldn’t quite connect the thoughts.

He was trying hard to concentrate when someone brushed, no cupped, his elbow. Startled, Kurt looked up to see Blaine Anderson take the stool next to him.

“Hi,” Blaine said. At first Kurt thought maybe Blaine was talking to someone else, but other than a lone, elderly man at the far end of the bar, and a couple of young girls giggling with their heads together at the other end, no one else was there. No, Blaine Anderson was definitely speaking to him; Blaine Anderson with his warm, honey-colored eyes and his charming smile. “My name’s Blaine.”

“Kurt,” Shit. “I mean Richard K. Tubbington. I go by my middle name, Kurt.”

“Well, hello Richard K. Tubbington-I-actually-go-by-Kurt,” Blaine said.

There was something enchanting about the way he talked. What was going on? Was there something in that drink? Blaine rested his hand on the bar - his hand close to Kurt’s, close enough to reach out and touch. Kurt’s hands became sweaty at the thought - when was the last time that had happened?

“Santana said you’d be waiting for me during my set.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t say you were so, um, well,” Blaine turned away for a moment, almost nervously. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s, um, nice to, uh, meet you, too,” he said, a little dumbly. Words were becoming hard. Blaine up close was almost too much to handle. He noticed that Blaine’s hair began to curl at the ends where the gel was loosening. Focus, Kurt, focus. “I haven’t, um, met Ms. Lopez, only Ms. Fabray.”

“Oh?” Blaine looked confused. “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

Blaine reached barely an inch further and brushed Kurt’s fingertips with his own. Kurt was stunned, frozen in place, to dumbstruck to talk as Blaine ever-so-lightly caressed his fingers. Was he flirting? Oh god - what was going on? Sue? There’s no way Sue did this, did she? He didn’t really care, not when Blaine was back to looking at him with large, adoring eyes. He was pretty sure that no man had ever looked at him like that before.

There was a sharp, high pitch note coming from the jazz band that jolted Kurt back to reality. Managing to break away from Blaine’s gaze, he glanced up at the stage, where Brittany was taking her place. She waved at him as her number started up.

“Oh, it’s Br-Betty. Betty’s starting now.” His head was still so hazy.

“Betty?”

“My, um, wife. Betty, she’s on stage right now.”

Blaine retracted his hand immediately and whipped his head around to look. “What? Santana didn’t mention...I mean, god, married? I… I…”

“Bla-aine!” The woman calling his name could only be Santana Lopez. Kurt recognized her immediately from the file - only, as enthusiastic as she was about seeing Blaine, she seemed much more intimidating in person. She was followed by another man, who looked like he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to be there. “Blaine, I’m sorry we’re late.” She pushed between Kurt and Blaine, not really even noticing Kurt was there at first, and threw her arms around Blaine’s neck. “And I brought someone to...” she threw a quick look around to Kurt and eyed him suspiciously. “To wrap up those business negotiations. His name is Jeremiah. He runs the tux shop down the road, you guys, I’m sure, will have lively conversations about bowties in no time. Feel free to use my office.”

Blaine’s eyes grew wide, and he looked apologetically over at Kurt. There had been a mix-up. Of course this was some kind of mix-up. Kurt deflated as that realization became clear. He didn’t understand what all this business stuff was about, but Kurt had not been Blaine’s intended target. That was for sure. Still - was flirting standard practice with all possible business prospects? Something was fishy about the whole thing. Kurt had a job to do, even if the job suddenly felt so much harder than it did a week ago.

As soon as Blaine left for the backroom with Jeremiah, Santana spun on her heel, and eyed him hard. “Hi, Santana Lopez. We haven’t met. What are you doing in my lounge talking with my fiance?” Her unexpected preditorialism caught him off guard, but only for a second. Her fierceness rekindled his sense of purpose. And he didn’t appreciate the condescension.

“You haven’t seen me because I’ve never been here. I’m Richard K. Tubbington. And we were talking.” Which is probably the only legal thing going on in this place, he wanted to add, but wisely did not.

Santana crossed her arms across her chest in disgust. “Just what I need, another dick in my life.”

“He’s also manager and husband of Betty Tubbington,” Quinn had come up behind Santana. Her face was controlled, but underneath she was seething. “Betty is auditioning tonight to take Sugar’s place - which you would know about if you ever showed up for work.”

“I’m trying to keep this business floating, which means sometimes I have to go outside and get help,” Santana said. The animosity between the two women was tense. “No one gave you permission to hire anyone.”

“Whatever help you’re trying to get is not working,” Quinn shot back. “They inquired, they’re here, and they’re cheap. You don’t really want another Sugar on your hands, do you?”

“You still need to talk to me.”

“Fine - you tell her to stop singing.”

Quinn held her hand out towards Brittany, was on her second song, and in the audience, leaning on one of the tables, flirting with a flustered Sam by pulling his tie. Santana saw Brittany and became speechless. She looked at Kurt, confused, then back to Brittany, who was doing a shoulder shimmie, then back to Kurt.

“You are married to her?” Santana asked as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yup.”

“As in you’ve actually had sex?”

“Santana!” Quinn snapped.

Brittany spotted Kurt, pointed a finger at him, then crooked it towards her. She danced her way to the bar, perfectly in time with the music, then gave a hip bump to Santana, who let out a little yelp, played with Quinn’s bun, then booped Kurt’s nose before heading back towards the stage. Santana blinked slowly, not sure what just happened. A twitch of a smile formed on Quinn’s lips.

“I think we should hire her,” Quinn said, hands on her hips. “God knows this place could use a little tension relief.”

Santana watched Brittany for a moment more, thinking hard. “Alright fine,” she gave in. “C’mon, Mr. Tubbington, let’s negotiate.”

They were in! Kurt felt a wave of relief wash over him, even if getting in was always the easy part.

Santana motioned for him to follow her, and they made their way to what he suspected would be the office area. Blaine and his ‘business associate’ were on the way out, Blaine laughing easily at something Jeremiah had just said. The moment he saw Santana and Kurt, his face fell, and he quickly looked away, deliberately trying not to make eye contact with Kurt. Kurt’s heart dropped. Santana patted Blaine on the cheek as they passed, not noticing anything was wrong. Kurt noticed, though. And he hated that.

He was not going to let Blaine get to him, he promised himself. This assignment would remain completely professional. It had to. He followed Santana down the hallway, and tried hard to get Blaine’s enticing, hazel eyes out of his head.

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easyobsession · 8 years ago

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DWTS24: WEEK 6 (LO RECAPS)

I have got shit to do. Term papers to write, end of the semester shit to finish up, major family stuff going on, my newfound obsession with Sons of Anarchy, and a WWE Payperview this weekend. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

And yet here my ass is typing this up for all of you at 1Am. Because after what went down tonight, I’m hot and ready to go all Lima Heights up in this shit and I gotta get it out.

So here we go. This recap turned rant starts right fucking now.

*I’ve given up listening to the judges. I don’t even watch their comments 99.9% of the time anymore. At this point they could replace them with monkeys and I’d be cool. Just an FYI. Though I do adore Nick Carter and wish he’d won his season. (See my season 21 recaps)

SIMONE AND SASHA. SAMBA. 9899=35/40.

As far as costuming goes, I think this is the best she’s looked all season. Absolutely stunning. The boots took away from the footwork though. Technically it looked good, though she messed up a few times. To me it looked more like a dance you’d see the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders (shoutout to Melissa Rycroft- haaay!) do at halftime though. She was too smiley and struck her poses too hard.

BONNER AND SHARNA. RUMBA. 8877=30/40.

HIS FACE DOESN’T CHANGE. I DON’T UNDERSTAND. IT’S ALWAYS THE SAME. HAPPY, SAD, SEXY, ANGRY, STRESSED- IT’S ALL IDENTICAL. But aside from that… he did better than I expected, tbh. It wasn’t great. Worth a 7. Stiff, his hands looked like they were trying to hold her head like a basketball, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. And Nick and Sharna’s friendship (DO NOT GET ME STARTED OR ASK ABOUT A FIC, I’M TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE) always makes me beam. But the cowboy needs to go.

NANCY AND ARTEM. PASO. 9888=33/40.

Okay. First of all, a few notes on set and aesthetics: the flashing lights were distracting as hell. The color of her dress didn’t work at all, and the cage thing at the beginning sucked. It seemed like she got a little flustered this week- I didn’t see the package for this one btw, and overall it was just… okay. I know she can do better. It just felt more like everything got too hectic in the arrangement.

NICK AND PETA. JIVE. 7777=28/40.

He tried. Peta looked fucking gorg. I don’t even know what happened in the middle. Too slow and boring. Next.

NORMANI AND VAL. SALSA. 1010810=38/40.

I’m sitting here typing this up and watching these videos back and I literally am about to stand up. THAT IS A FUCKING DANCE. FIERCE AND ATTITUDE AND POWER AND THOSE HAIR FLIPS. She was fluid and her movements all connected- it didn’t look like she was doing a series of poses like Simone. This is what I’m talking about. This is what we want. THIS IS A GODDAMN DANCE. EVERYTHING. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. I AM SO DAMN PROUD. Also, Len can see himself out. BYEEE.

DAVID AND LINDSAY. ARGENTINE TANGO. 7877=29/40.

Couldn’t see the package for this one either. Goddammit Youtube . But I’m in a hurry so whatever. Loved the choreo. Lindsay = a star. Obv. What I like about David is that he seems like the most relatable of the stars this season. It’s like watching your dad or your uncle or your neighbor- he seems like a regular dude. He’s not incredible, but he does his best. Almost dropped Lindsay, but otherwise the tricks looked good. Is he ever gonna be incredible? No. But I like watching him anyway. And I think he did just fine.

RASHAD AND EMMA. TANGO. 91099=37/40.

Didn’t see the package. I want his jacket. Love Emma’s bangs. Pretty good, though instead of looking away from her it looked like he was staring at the ceiling, which was distracting. But overall pretty good. I’m 95% sure at this point he’s going to win the season. We’ll get to that later.

HEATHER AND MAKS. RUMBA. 10101010=40/40.

“Played like a star, danced like a champion.” That says it all. I saw it. I saw the story in front of me. She looks like a fucking professional. That is it. Done.

TEAM BOY BAND. FREESTYLE. 8988=33/40.

The package was gold. I was dying. I want to hang out with them. As for the routine… it started off less than impressive. Then they got to the chairs and my jaw actually dropped. Literally. I was a little uncomfortable to be perfectly honest. It looked like a strip show. Carrie Ann is actual garbage but what else is new and I’m pretty sure Rashad was the only one to get a minute on his own. Overall it was out of sync and kind of a mess. They tried, but it flopped and the costumes didn’t look good either. I liked the end though. Oh, and RNB+D? Seriously?

TEAM GIRL GROUP. FREESTYLE. 8989=34/40.

“Simone, put your hands on my ass.” Oh my god. “At this point I could put on a tutu and you could call me Mary. …Don’t call me Mary. And I’m not gonna put on a tutu.” Oh MY GOD. And now to the dance. I’m going Grey’s Anatomy here. ….seriously? SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY. WHO CHOREOGRAPHED THIS? What the hell? The beginning was awful and way too staged and awkward, the sexy part was almost cringe worthy, and then suddenly they’re doing kicks and getting into hold? Also, the mix of both teams songs was downright deserving of imprisonment, because they both sucked. I appreciated each duo getting a second in the spotlight but… This was NOT GOOD. I’m shocked and so disappointed. Oh my lord. An actual mess.

THE ELIMINATION:

I mean… I’m beyond words. Like, there’s red hot fire and then there’s white hot. Blistering. That is where I’m at. Not pissed, not upset- it’s fury. Like, I’m still in shock.

Let’s talk for a second.

I’m going all the way back. I’m starting at season One. Oh yeah, that’s how bad I’ve lost it.

Joey McIntyre. Drew Lachey. Mario Lopez. Monique Coleman. Joey Fatone. SABRINA BRYAN. Mel B. Mario. Marissa Jaret Winokur. Lance Bass. Lil Kim. Mya. NICOLE SCHERZINGER. Brandy. Roshon Fegan. Zendaya. Elizabeth Berkley. Corbin Bleu. Amber Riley. MERYL DAVIS. ALFONSO RIBERO. Nick Carter. Wanya Morris. Normani.

All dance experience. I’ll excuse a few like Nick and such because while they did dance, they weren’t “dancers.” And Meryl and Charlie technically didn’t dance beforehand though they were trained by Derek for a period of time. Whatever. A good portion of that list made/makes a living dancing as part of their lives.

This show, believe it or not, is not based 110% in reality. It is a television show. It is for celebrities that have never ballroom danced before to pair up with a pro and learn a routine each week to perform for America. We have people like Geraldo Rivera and Kenny Mayne who couldn’t find a beat if it ran them over with a car, and we have the Alfonso Riberos and Corbin Bleus who grew up moving to music.

It does not fucking matter.

Despite my continued long ass rant, I have no words.

She didn’t deserve this.

I love David. Bonner, meh. Nick has actually impressed me though I’m still positive he’s a douchebag. Nancy is great. But they’re not better than her.

Rashad is a contender I didn’t see coming. We knew Normani and Simone would be lit.

Those are your final four.

I didn’t expect her to win, if I’m being honest. And now more than ever, since that Contemporary, I’m pretty damn certain it’ll go to Rashad. Which, I mean, good for Emma.

But I am honest with these reviews. I have no reason not to be. All I wanted was for Val to get his overdue win and he and Rumer earned it, but Riker and Allison were by far my favorites. I wanted Nick to beat Bindi even though she was the better dancer. And while I wanted Laurie to take the title, James and Sharna stole my heart.

Heather is the best one there. And the fact that she doesn’t get to at least make it to the end and experience this entire journey, even if she got fourth, really says something.

If this is as unfair as everyone keeps saying, fine. If she’s as good as Allison, then bring her on as a pro next season. Let’s go.

I don’t know if it’s America or TPTB, but… I’m in awe.

I’m in awe.

(This is my metaphorical mic drop)

-done

#dwts #dancing with the stars #dwts 24 #lo recaps things #lo talks #opinion piece #rants

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mrsmercyjevans · 8 years ago

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Mole.

INVOLVED: Mercedes Evans & Katie Norton. TIME FRAME: Tuesday, February 28th, 2017. LOCATION: Private School; Miami, Florida. NOTES: Mercedes plants more seeds.

Pressing the visitors pass onto her dress Mercedes moved down the hallway of the large private school. She looked for the room designated to the woman she was looking for, the teacher. She looked to her right and peeked into the window of the classroom before she knocked on it twice seeing Katie inside. It was during school hours and she knew she had to make this quick especially if she were going to obtain exactly what she needed.

Katie flipped through her stack of papers; happily her classroom was off to art for the moment. She looked to her cell phone before tucking it away. The front office called and Mercedes had been let into the building. Now she waited for her to reach her, she couldn’t believe after all these years the woman had contacted her out of the blue needing a favor. Ain’t it funny? She never thought in a million years she’d hear from the woman again and to top it all off, she had to sit back and watch her marry a man and now birth his children. It was neither here nor there, the two were passing ships in the night and she held not a single grudge against her. Anyone with a brain would have known that Mercedes was lost and need guidance; thankfully she took pride in knowing she were the girl that led her to see a therapist. Hearing the knock at her door Katie stood up, hearting thumping in her chest as she walked towards it opening the door. “Hi” she breathed out stunned, wordlessly she looked to her. She was beautiful, everything she remembered and everything she longed to touch again. “Come on in” she said happily, masking how star struck she was.

Looking to Katie with a small sheepish smile Mercedes waited for the woman to open the door. “Hi” she replied back easily to her. “Thanks” she replied as she walked into the classroom. She looked around nodding her head slowly. “You haven’t given up your love for floral patterns” she chuckled as her hand gripping her purse as she looked around. “And it’s so neat in here” she commented “a trait we always had in common” she said chuckling before she turned to look to her again.

Katie watched Mercedes and she shared a laugh with the woman before she nodded her head folding her hands in front of her. “Yes” she breathed out thinking about the past. “We do” she nodded as she tucked some hair behind her ear. “So” she said awkwardly as shifted on her heels before she continued. “You are married now. With a kid and one on the way” she breathed out. “It’s crazy watching your life unfold on a tv screen” she said nibbling her lip. “But congrats are in order. I am happy for you” she told her thoughtfully.

“No you aren’t” Mercedes laughed as she sat her purse down on a desk. “You were always a bad liar, and stop fidgeting. It’s okay. I did not come here to drudge up old memories and make you hate me all over again. You happen to be the first woman I ever fell in love with. And even now I questioned myself what was it about you that had me so enthralled with the idea of marrying a woman…” she chuckled lightly. “It was your personality, your heart, and your will to do whatever it is I needed you to do in a time in my life where I was at my lowest” she breathed out eyes falling to the floor. “I need your help again. And it is a lot asking you to do this for me when the circumstances are that of you helping my husband too, but look beyond my flaws and any hurt I caused you…” she said sighing. “I reaped what I sowed…” she told her. “You helped me find a therapist, you saved my life. Please save it again” she said setting the stage, though it was heartfelt and she meant it all. It was a reach and she hoped Katie grabbed a hold of it.

Katie looked to Mercedes as she spoke and she lifted her head high as she laid it out on the table. Again, it was big of her to admit her wrong doings and she gladly accepted her apology it was behind them now anyway. Mercedes was wild and even then that was an understatement. Her freshmen year she was a party hard, none studying, no motivation whatsoever having flunky. The girl slept around, the girl got around, and she screwed her over. It took Katie a long while to forgive her for cheating on her but it was what it was. As she finished she nodded her head “it’s fine” she told her easily. “It’s okay, I am okay with everything that happened now” she confessed. “I hurt like hell… it hurts a little now. And now you are happy with someone else. But I respect the man that made you whole… that was obviously nothing I could do myself. You look good, you truly look happy, and with that being said. What can I do to help you and him both?” she asked her sweetly.

Mercedes nodded her head at the woman “thanks for forgiving me, it means a lot” she said gently. “Well down to business we get” she said sighing softly before she pulled an envelope out of her purse. “There is 50 thousand dollars in here. What I am about to ask you to do is some serious shit. It could possibly get you fired and some other things. If you trust me even with everything I have done now. I will not let you fall again. In this school, in fourth grade, there is a young boy named Logan Lopez. I need you to get a DNA sample from him for me” she told her without a care.

Katie looked to her and she squinted, looking to the ground she nodded her head slowly. Pushing her bottom lip into her mouth she bit down on it sighing. “What is this all about?” she asked her directly. “And how do you expect me to do that? Swab his mouth with a napkin and bring it back to you?” she asked her curiously. “Somehow I feel like this is beyond just serious shit” she told her.

“Think of a creative way to get it and I know that will be hard because you don’t even teach his grade level but you are the closes person to him. I’d never get this chance again, please” Mercedes told her. “I cannot tell you all the details but I will once it is all said and done. For now I need his DNA” she said.

Katie sighed again; she cleared her throat a bit as she looked down once more. “I guess you really need this” she said to her. “I will see what I can do. I won’t make any promises and by all means. Keep your money” she told her seriously. She ran her hands through her hair. “If I do this how do I get it back to you?” she asked her licking her lips.

Mercedes smiled at the girl “thank you” she told her softly “if you can’t do it don’t stress it I will have to work around a minor bump in the road” she told her. “Your school offers headstart. And I have a friend named Tasha Wells. She picks up her daughter from here, she’s going to be in a black BMW I8” she said happily. “While you are standing out in the front car loading zone, you hand it to her swiftly and without being noticed” she said to her tucking her lips away.

Listening closely, Katie nodded her head again. She had it all planned out, every step of the way. “Okay” she told her. “I’ll be in contact” she trailed off.

Katie watched, walking down the hall of the upper grade levels. She paced the floor still thinking to herself did she really want to go through with this and could she really do so. How was she going to get this done? She couldn’t believe she had actually agreed to this now but here she was; she was going to go through with it. As she waited for her coworker to open her door she walked in whispering to her and she looked out amongst the group of kids, she had looked up his yearbook picture. Mercedes showed her a picture of the boy so she knew how she looked. She just hoped her was here today and he was, “I need your help carrying something’s buddy, you’ll be right back in class before you know it” she told the young boy handing him a stack of books. She looked to her coworker “thanks, I needed these. They want me to keep count of this stuff since I am helping with the library now” she told her chuckling. She grabbed the crate and moved for the door, leading Logan out of the classroom and down the hall. As they moved into the hallway and she looked down at the child for a moment she wondered what to do. She looked back down the hall pondering her options she couldn’t outright do anything he was too old in age he’d go back and tell his mother for sure. She kept walking, stalling before she finally did what she settled on only moments ago not knowing what else to do to get what Mercedes needed. She faked a trip and hit Logan in the mouth with the crate and down the boy tumbled, she watched him seeing as his mouth began bleeding. The child cried out of course “ouch!” he cried out and she dropped the books and crate. “Oh I am so sorry” she exclaimed “let’s get you to the nurses’ station in the front office” she rushed out as she grabbed the wad of planted tissue from her pocket holding it to his bleeding, slobbing mouth as she walked him up to the front of the school.

Swiftly moving about the hallway having dropped of the Logan and explained the accident at the nurses’ station, Katie moved into her classroom and grabbed a Ziploc bag placing the blood filled tissue inside of it and tucking it away for later. She’d have to explain her trip and hall but she knew she was off the hook. Logan vouched for her himself and said she stumbled and fell too. Checkmate.

Standing outside she looked around for the car Mercedes told her about, it was to be an expensive BMW. Finally seeing it she looked to the child that was supposed to move inside of it. “I got her for you” she quickly as she grabbed the little girl from her teacher and moved her to her mother’s care. Playing it off all the while, Katie opened the door allowing the child to climb into the back of it, helping her slightly. She reached into her pocket slightly walking backwards towards Tasha’s passenger window. It was cracked and she slipped the bag inside before she closed the car door for the child and waved them off discreetly.

#samcedes rp #thread: mole.#thread.

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