#aaron tveit x reader

[thegettingbyp2]

I think this would be cute! "That's honey for me, but Mrs for you" for Aaron Tveit haha I'm on a high after the recent concert in London

Don't Call Her Honey

A/N: Hi! I've combined this with another request I got about the reader calling Aaron handsome so I hope that's okay! Also, about the concert in London, I'm the exact same! I don't think I'm ever going to process it! I was front row and he was DIRECTLY in front of me in the curtain call so when they play it in cinemas, I'll be shocked if you don't see me freaking out aha!

This GIF is KILLING me

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With yours and Aaron’s busy schedules, you sometimes found yourselves going for days without having a proper conversation, just having a quick kiss at the door as one of you left for work. That’s why you always made sure that, once a month, you booked a night for date night, where no work was involved and you could just spend some much needed time with each other.

Getting ready for this date night had you feeling even more excited to spend time with Aaron due to it being your first wedding anniversary. You’d had gifts upon gifts being delivered to your work throughout the day from your husband and you were pretty sure the day couldn’t get any better. You had chosen a light green dress paired with the necklace Aaron had got you for your birthday last year, getting the desired effect from Aaron the second he stepped into the bedroom, dressed in a pair of black trousers with a white t-shirt and blazer over the top.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he said softly, standing in the doorway. You smiled at him through the mirror before standing up and making your way over to him, reaching up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Rubbing your thumb over his lip after to get rid of the lipstick you’d left on him.

‘And look at you, looking all handsome,’ you replied, straightening the lapels of his blazer. When you didn’t hear a reply from Aaron, you looked up to see him looking down at you with a small frown on his face. ‘What’s up?’

‘You really think I’m handsome?’ he asked, sounding confused which brought a small frown appearing on your face.

‘Of course I do, why do you sound so surprised?’

‘Nothing. I’ve just never been called handsome before,’ he said quietly, his cheeks flushing lightly as he looked down.

‘What do you mean? Surely the other people you dated told you you were handsome?’ you asked, genuinely perplexed at the fact that no one had called him handsome before.

‘I mean, I’ve been called pretty before, but most of the relationships I was in before I met you just gave me the feeling that I was just there to look good or so they’d have something to brag about, I never felt like they just wanted to be with me.’

You felt your heart break slightly at his words. You hated that he’d been made to feel that way so you decided to make it your mission to remind him of how handsome you found him for the rest of the night.

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You were trying to stifle your laughter as you sat opposite Aaron in the restaurant. All night, you’d been telling him how handsome he looked, always emphasising your words. And every time, his cheeks would flush and he’d either stumble over his words or choke on his drink.

After you’d finished your meal, you left your table and made your way over to the bar, taking a seat at the bar while Aaron ordered a couple of drinks. Before the drinks could arrive, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, kissing your cheek before disappearing round the corner. You took the time you were on your own to quickly flick through your phone, replying to a message from your mother when you felt someone’s arm brush against yours as they took a sat in Aaron’s seat.

‘Oh, sorry, that seat’s taken,’ you said, looking up from your phone to see the guy sitting next to you staring at you, a creepy smirk playing on his lips.

‘Now it’s taken,’ the guy replied, looking your body up and down, making an uncomfortable shiver run through your body.

‘No, it’s really taken. My husband’s going to be back any minute,’ you said, flashing him your wedding ring in the hopes he’d get the hint and leave you alone.

‘I know how this works,’ the guy said, shooting you a wink, ‘you wear a fake wedding ring to make us work for it right? Now, how about you let my buy you a drink, honey?’

‘Don’t call her honey.’

You felt your breath leave your body in a relieved sigh when you heard Aaron speak from behind you as his hand weaved protectively around your waist. Placing your hand on top of his, you leaned back until your head was resting against his chest, smiling when you felt him kiss the top of your head. However, the guy who was currently sitting opposite you, was grinning widely, clearly not buying it.

‘Okay, so now you bring your friend in to play your husband? You’re really playing hard to get, aren’t you?’

‘She isn’t playing hard to get, you can’t get her. She’s my wife and you seriously need to back off,’ Aaron said, stepping in front of you slightly, your fingers twisting in the back of his blazer. The guy still had the cheek to look around Aaron at you again.

‘Seriously, honey, you can ditch your friend, come and get a drink with me and we can see where the night takes us, how’s that sound?’

Before you had the chance to say anything Aaron replied, his voice raising slightly as he was getting more and more annoyed. ‘No. You don’t get to call her honey. I get to call her honey because I’m her husband. You can call her Mrs Tveit. In fact, you don’t get to call her anything. Now, leave before I have to call security over.’

You couldn’t see Aaron’s face but something in his expression must have spooked the guy because he was quick to vacate the seat and leave the bar. Aaron turned back around to you, cupping your face in both of his hands. ‘Are you okay? How long was that guy here for?’

‘It wasn’t too long before you came back, I’m fine,’ you replied, smiling up at him. ‘Though that was really hot, watching you stick up for me like that.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he asked, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. ‘Well if I leave you at a bar long enough, I’m sure there’ll be a whole line of people for me to ward off.’

‘We might have to explore that another time,’ you replied back, rubbing your thighs together slowly. ‘But for now, I want my handsome husband to take me home so I can show him just how handsome he is and how thankful I am that he defended my honour,’ you teased, laughing when you noticed his cheeks flushing again when you called him handsome.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine being Aaron Tveit’s girlfriend and him coming to see you play Elphaba on your first live show on Broadway

——— Requested by anonymous  ———

Giving the fan a nod and a smile as they walked away to their seats with the playbill he just signed clutched tightly to their chest, Aaron turned forward and began to open his own playbill. Flipping through the pages, he skimmed through the articles and ads until he reached the page he was looking for: the cast information. Right there on the first row was your smiling face looked straight at him.

He knew you were probably trying to calm your nerves in your dressing room as you counted down the minutes until it was time for you to go the stage if yesterday was any indication. Aaron had spent all of yesterday helping you with one more practice session, going over your lines and reading through the lyrics with you to make sure you knew everything.

It was after you seemed to know everything forwards and backward that he took you in his arms and tried giving you a pep talk as you were still feeling anxious about your stage debut.

"Hey what you're feeling is totally understandable. Everyone in theater gets nervous about their first time on stage. I know I was in Hairspray."

[cherryy-slushy]

Okay so… I’ve got a new found love for moulin rouge and especially aaron tveit and an almost bigger love for Enemy’s to lovers and angst and smut...

So here we go: (Theyre just short little scenarios I made up so don’t expect much)

This is based on a request I got (their name was Sophie so that’s why it’s written as Sophie 😘 we’re name twins ��) also credits to Chat gbt for giving me a wee bit of help with this 💋

Line without a Hook

Aaron Tveit x OC! character (Sophie)

Warnings: SMUT, MAJOR MAJOR SMUT. Fighting, replacing people?

Sophie and Aaron had been cast as the lead roles in Moulin Rouge on Broadway, but from the start, they couldn't stand each other. They argued over everything, from their lines to their dance moves. Their bickering was notorious among the cast and crew, and it was a miracle they managed to get through rehearsals without killing each other.

Sophie and Aaron were practicing a particularly passionate tango, and as they moved across the stage, their bodies pressed close together. Sophie could feel Aaron's breath on her neck, and she could sense the heat radiating off his body. Suddenly, she realized that the line between love and hate was very thin indeed.

From that moment on, their rehearsals took on a new energy. Their arguments turned into playful banter, and they began to find common ground in their performances. As they danced and sang together, their chemistry grew stronger, and the tension between them turned into something much more intense.

From that moment on, Sophie and Aaron were inseparable. They found themselves stealing kisses backstage, and their rehearsals became more heated than ever. And on opening night, as they performed their passionate tango, the audience could feel the intense chemistry between them.

Sophie and Aaron had gone from enemies to being in a situation-ship, and they couldn't be happier. They had found something special in each other, something that went beyond their roles on stage. And as they took their final bow, they knew that they had created something truly magical.

They were happy together. They loved each-other.

The shows started stirring up emotions in them. Sophie hoped Aaron felt the same. She felt as though she needed him. She had to have him. He was the same. He needed to feel himself inside of her.(sexxxxx 😵)

Thats when this happened:

The show started off at a good rate. Things were running smoothly, dancers were feeling fine, actors/ actresses were feeling fine. So why did Sophie have this feeling today wasnt going to be good?

She shrugged it off and got ready to go on for “The Sparkling diamond”.

The director wanted a small costume switch up so Sophie was given this new dress for tonight. It looked gorgeous on her. It was definitely going to draw attention. As she finished up her first song of the day she could feel a particular pair of eyes scouring her figure.

Aaron.

He was in awe of the dress. He loved it. Maybe a bit too much. It’s hugged her perfectly. It was more a corseted dress but still.

Ricky noticed Aaron face. He looked at him with his eyebrow slightly cocked trying not to break character, he was still on stage where the crowd could see him so.

Sophie looked over at where Aaron was sat. Confused about why he was staring at her so intensely. Fuck… did she have something on her face? Someone would have told her right? He was smiling a bit maybe he put something onto her chair or something before she came out. Oh fuck fuck fuck.

When the song ended she went over to Danny and asked if there was any marks on her face or her dress.

“Danny, there’s nothing on my face or my dress is there?”

Danny looked her up and down.

“Spin around real quick”

She spun around.

“Nope your good. Why?”, Danny said.

“Aaron was looking at me intensely it seemed like he did something to sabotage my performance”, she said with a sigh.

Danny laughed as he got ready for his line.

“My dear satine! The duke! He’s here and he wants a private meeting with you!” Danny said switching from himself to Zidler in a heartbeat.

We finished our scene and I went backstage for a quick change. As I got ready for my next scene I locked eyes with Aaron. We were just after doing a kissing scene, usually this is brushed off but today it was different. It had more feeling. I slightly smiled at him and he started walking over to me. Neither of us had to be on for nearly 10 minutes so we had time to relax. He walked over and stood in front of me.

Next thing I knew we were kissing. It happened out of nowhere but I’m not complaining…

He smiled at me and walked away.

What on Earth just happened.

The show continued on as normal and after I was stopped by Aaron as I walked out.

“Sophie, we need to talk”, I looked up at him.

“Wow you sound serious”, I half joked.

“I don’t hate you, Sophie”, he smiled.

“Oh, oh, oh, Ehm, oh wow”, I said staring at him shocked.

His face dropped.

“I don’t hate you entirely either”, I smiled slightly.

“Entirely?” He asked.

I laughed and after that things changed.

Aaron and I planned a date. And after that we started dating.

When I saw twitter went wild I mean it went WILD.

Life’s just full of surprises.

[marvelislove10]

Sorry for not actually posting words but enjoy!

[random-imaginess]

HALLOWEEN REQUESTS!!!

I will try and post some Halloween/spooky prompts later today, but I want to try and spark some creativity and get a solid flow back. But until I get the prompts up, if anyone has their own requests they’d like to send in, please feel free to do so!!

I don’t have any specific muses currently, but a list of some people/characters I write for are:

Eli Goldsworthy

Bucky Barnes

Shayne Topp

Aaron Tveit

[graciegoeskrazy]

i need aaron tveit x daughter fics asap. i love that man.

[comewhatmayy]

KINKTOBER DAY 20- THIGH RIDING (CHRISTIAN)

Walking into your room after work, you set your bag down.

Christian looks up from the book he's reading, a warm smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of you.

"Ah, my love. How was your day? You look stunning, as always." He sets the book aside and rises from the chair, walking over to you with an intent gaze, his eyes roving over your curves.

"I've missed you. Did you have a good time at work?" He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

“It was alright,” you say as you kiss him back softly.

Christian's eyes light up with desire as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

"Mmm, I can tell you're not telling me everything," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "But I'm willing to make you forget all about it."

He nips at your earlobe, his hands sliding down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "I've been thinking about you all day, about how much I want to touch you, to feel your skin against mine."

His fingers dig gently into your hips, his thumbs stroking the curves of your thighs.

“Forget?” you question.

Christian's eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls back, his gaze locked on yours. "Forget everything, except for the feeling of my hands on you, of my lips on your skin, of my body inside yours."

He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to make you feel alive, to make you scream my name, to make you beg for more."

His hands slide up your thighs, his fingers teasing the hem of your skirt. "Let me take you away from everything. Let me show you what it means to be loved by me."

“Mhm,” you sigh.

Christian's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears your sigh, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt to caress the soft skin of your thighs.

"Mhm, what is it that you want, ma belle?" He whispers, his voice a gentle breeze against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you want me to touch you here?" His fingers brush against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, sending a spark of electricity through your body.

"Or do you want me to take you right here, against the wall?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with desire.

“I, I want to,” you sputter.

Christian's eyes burn with lust as he looks at you, his hands gripping your thighs firmly.

"Tell me, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "What is it that you want?"

He pulls you closer, his hips pressing against yours, letting you feel the growing bulge in his trousers. "Do you want me to take you right here, to have you riding my thigh until you're trembling with pleasure?"

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, slowly sliding higher, teasing the sensitive skin.

Christian's eyes flash with excitement as he sees your nod, his grip on your thighs tightening.

"Ah, Y/N, you're so beautiful when you're eager for me," he whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

"Let me help you get what you want." He pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss as his hands slide up to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up to your hips.

"Ride my thigh, baby," he mutters against your lips.

"Show me how much you want me." He positions himself, his thigh spreading wide to allow you to sit down, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place.

Christian lets out a shuddered breath as you begin to grind against his thigh, your hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm.

He tightens his grip on your waist, guiding your movements as he peppers passionate kisses along your neck.

"Ah, you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

"Don't stop, keep riding me just like that." His hands slide down to grip your backside, kneading the soft flesh as he helps you press harder against his muscular thigh.

The friction builds, sending sparks of pleasure through both of your bodies.

Christian's eyes close in ecstasy as he feels your fingertips tracing patterns in his hair, his head tilting to the side to give you better access.

He continues to guide your movements, his hands holding you in place as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"Oh, baby, you're so close, I can feel it," he moans, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.

"Let go, let me feel you come undone." His thigh presses harder against yours, the friction building to a crescendo as he helps you reach the peak of your pleasure.

“Christian,” you moan against his shoulder.

Christian's breath catches in his throat as he hears you moan his name, the sound igniting a wildfire of desire within him.

He pulls you even closer, his large hands cradling your hips as he grinds his thigh harder against your most sensitive spot.

"That's it, Y/N, say my name," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to hear you scream it when you come undone for me."

His lips crash against yours in a passionate, messy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperate fervor as the tension builds between you.

Christian's eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as he feels the gentle vibrations of your moan against his lips.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm that mirrors the motion of your hips pressed against his thigh.

"You're so close, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel it, I can feel the way you're trembling with pleasure."

He pulls back, his lips skimming against your ear as he whispers a single, urgent word. "Come."

Christian's eyes widen with delight as he feels you come undone against his thigh, your soft moans sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"That's it, baby, let go," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he holds you close, guiding you through the waves of your climax.

"You feel so good, so perfect in my arms." He presses soft, lingering kisses along your neck, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "I want to make you feel this way forever."

Still recovering from your high, you reach up and caress his cheek. “But you didn’t… I didn’t pleasure you,”

Christian's face softens, his eyes filling with understanding and adoration as he looks at you.

"Baby, I'm not concerned with my own pleasure at the moment," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"I'm more concerned with making sure you're happy, that you're feeling loved and desired." He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

"But don't worry about me, I'm fine. I want to see you happy, and if that means I don't get what I want, then so be it." He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Besides, I think I just got what I wanted. Watching you come undone, feeling your body tremble with pleasure... that's all I could ever ask for,” he motions against your cheek.

“So perfect,” you respond, grasping his hand in yours.

Christian's eyes widen with delight at your words, his heart swelling with adoration.

"Oh, you flatter me," he murmurs, leaning in to pepper your face with tender kisses. "I am far from perfect, but I strive to be the man you deserve. To make you feel cherished, adored... that is my greatest joy."

He pulls you into a warm embrace, his strong arms enveloping you as he rests his chin atop your head. "You have captured my heart, Y/N, and I am forever yours."

“And i’m yours,” you say as you kiss him softly, slowly getting onto your knees. “but for now…”

Christian's eyes sparkle with amusement and desire as he watches you move into position, his hands instinctively dropping to his belt buckle to release the catch.

"Baby, you're a tease, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"But I'm more than happy to play along." He pushes off from the desk, his body unfolding as he stands up, his eyes locked on yours with a burning intensity.

"For now, indeed," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

[goosita]

Captain Crassus Snow

Callsign: Rosebud

Role: Panem Naval Aviator. Killed in action, details classified.

“𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚘. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍?”

playing with the boys masterlist

[stttarkeys]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲: 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝: 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭

Here is the cast list for my Spencer Reid book on wattpad 'Lucky'. I have been working on this book for so long that I am so excited to finally start to get the chapters out, please note that they will be slow chapters as I do work long shifts in my personal life and I want to be able to get some sleep when I am not at work <3

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐫. 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

"I love this job, I love the people and I love you. But I will not stay and watch you get yourself killed."

𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

"I know she made you promise that I would not go in there. It's either I wait out here and more innocent people die, or I go in and get everyone out of there alive. Don't fight me on this Hotch."

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

"If I die Amelia takes my place, that's the deal."

𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐫)

"Aaron Hotchner better not step one foot into this house, I'll shoot him."

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

"Do you really think throwing your own daughter under the bus is going to get you out of a twenty-five to life? No."

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞

"Dr. Smartass in there deserved what she got. She is the reason why my dad is in jail. Thought it was about time I returned the favor and gave her some of her own trauma."

𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞

"Michael was a sleezy bastard, I should have shot his pathetic children when I had the chance."

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐫. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

"Do you think I was planning on getting kidnapped? I did all of that so you wouldn't have to go through that again."

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

"You will never forgive me for what I did, I can live with that. but don't you dare ever talk to me like that, stand down. Go home."

𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢

"You belong here as much as any of us, more than some. This unit us your legacy."

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐛𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚

"Omg, omg, omg. You and kid genius are having a kid!?"

𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧

"Hey, don't you dare go dark on me Lia. We need you, Reid needs you."

𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬

"She's the youngest lieutenant that the NYPD has ever had, she's more than good, she's amazing."

𝐚�� 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮

"Of course I did not mean it. I said it so that we would get out of there alive."

[thegettingbyp2]

Aaron Tveit - Always saying "Atta girl" or "That's my girl" <33

That's My Girl

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Aaron could never put into words how proud he was to have you by his side. He’d take any opportunity he could to brag about how you were his girlfriend and the Tony Awards was no exception.

You were so proud of him. In your opinion, Aaron had had this award coming for years and every year he didn’t get it, you couldn’t help but let it annoy you a little bit. You knew how hard Aaron worked and how much of himself he put into every single role he played; you just couldn’t understand how others failed to see it. However, him winning for Moulin Rouge actually seemed pretty perfect to you.

He had a firm grip on your hand for the entirety of the ceremony and you could feel him shaking right up until the moment they called his name out. The moment you heard his name, you instinctively turned to each other as he pulled you into a deep kiss, making everyone around you holler until he let go of you to make his way to the stage.

You couldn’t wipe the grin off of you face the entire time you were watching him accept his award, your hands clasped under your chin as your eyes shone with tears that were fighting to make their way down your cheeks.

‘And finally, I’d like to point out the girl sitting there in the stunning blue dress, that’s my girl. (Y/N)’s been there for me through everything, every time I wanted to be nominated for one of these but always fell just short of the mark, she was there telling me that the next year would be my year. This is my year, baby,’ he said, looking directly at you, his smile filled with nothing but love.

When he made his way back to his seat, he grabbed your hand in his straight away, lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of your hand. ‘Thank you for always believing I could do this,’ he said softly as the next round of nominees were being announced.

‘It wasn’t a case of believing when you’d do it, it was just a question of when.’

The way he looked at you, with so much love in his eyes, was enough to have butterflies starting up in your stomach. ‘How did I get so lucky to deserve you?’

‘I’ll never know,’ you replied, teasing.

Aaron chuckled lightly as you leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder, smiling when you felt him kiss the top of your head. ‘I hope you know that you can never break up with me now.’

‘And why’s that?’

‘Because I mentioned you in my speech, everyone who watches this will know you’re my girl now.’

[mrs-dr-reid]

Sparkling Diamond

Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Broadway!Reader

Summary: Jason goes to see "Moulin Rouge! The Musical", and Y/N just so happens to be going on as Satine when Karen Olivo suddenly calls in sick

Genre: Soooooooo fluffy

Warnings: Swear words, age gap (Jason is 43ish, Reader is early to mid 30s), slight jealousy, mentions of in-show death, spoilers for Moulin Rouge probably, potentially very incorrect descriptions about how celebrities going to see shows on Broadway works, Aaron Tveit, Karen Olivo, and Amber Ardolino being conspiratory little shits

A/N: This sucker came to me in a dream because I am VERY into Moulin Rouge and Jason Sudeikis right now, so enjoy my brain vomit that I did way too much research for. GIF isn’t mine, I got it off a gif keyboard

Word Count: 3509

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When Y/N got the call that Karen Olivo was out sick and that she’d be going on for her, she certainly wasn’t expecting to meet her celebrity crush, nor was she planning on giving him her phone number, but crazier things had happened. Y/N arrived at the theater way before anybody else, mostly due to her nerves because it was only her second time going on as Satine instead of her usual role as one of the can-can girls, and she ensured she was completely warmed up before even thinking about doing anything else (she refused to get into costume until the actual call time so she wouldn’t completely sweat through it before the show even started). Since she was the only cast member there, she ran through her songs and choreography while waiting for everybody else to show up.

The first person to arrive was her fellow swing (and other Satine understudy), Amber Ardolino. She said, “Excited for your big night?”, as she put her bag down in their shared dressing room, so Y/N laughed nervously and said, “Yeah. But also scared shitless. It’s supposed to be a packed house tonight, and everybody’s gonna be expecting Karen. I don’t wanna let anybody down,” so Amber smiled and said, “You killed it last time, tonight won’t be any different. Plus, you’re getting paid to be serenaded by and make out with Aaron Tveit,” before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, which made Y/N burst out laughing before she replied, “He does have a voice like liquid gold, but you and I both know he’s not my type,” and started getting into costume.

Amber started doing her makeup, and as the hair stylist Caitlin came in to help Y/N into her wig and mic, she said, “Hey, did you hear that a celebrity’s coming to the show tonight?”, which made Y/N raise a questioning eyebrow before saying, “I did not. Any idea who it is?”, so Amber replied, “Only that it’s a man, which does jack shit to narrow it down,” as she curled her eyelashes. Y/N nodded thoughtfully, then said, “What if it’s Ewan McGregor?”, which sparked a whole debate over which male celebrities could potentially be in the audience that night.

Jason was excited, to say the least. The second he heard Moulin Rouge was coming to Broadway, he got a ticket for the first show he could, which was about two weeks after it opened. He made it to the theater, and despite his best efforts, he stirred up a little bit of a ruckus with his presence. He found his seat with the least amount of disruption he could manage, and then opened his playbill to see a slip of paper that read “The role of Satine will be played by Y/N L/N”, which made him raise an eyebrow at the fact that an understudy was going on for the leading lady so early in the show’s run, but he shrugged it off since it wasn’t his place to judge someone’s misbehaving immune system or potential family emergency.

He flipped through the program until he found her headshot, and he let out a low whistle because she was beautiful, but he instantly felt guilty about it because she looked a lot younger than him. The lights started going down, so he closed his program and settled in for the show. Based on his precursory glance at the musical numbers, he knew Satine didn’t show up until “The Sparkling Diamond”, so he sat tight and waited.

He boogied in his seat slightly during the opening number and "Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love", then “The Sparkling Diamond” started, and Jason was practically on the edge of his seat with anticipation. As Y/N was lowered onto the stage on a trapeze in her glittery costume, Jason’s breath was taken away by how much more gorgeous she was in person. She began to sing, and Jason thought the world had stopped spinning, because not only was she beautiful, her voice was too.

He couldn’t help but feel a (frankly unwarranted) spike of jealousy every time Aaron put his hands on Y/N, whenever she clung to him, and whenever they kissed, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know this woman and he was feeling so many emotions due to her frankly phenomenal acting. When intermission arrived, Jason was thankful for the little bit of respite it gave him, even though his mind raced with plans to somehow get the chance to meet his sparkling diamond as he took pictures and made small talk with some of the people around him.

Backstage, Aaron and Y/N were getting a drink of water and chatting when Amber came speeding around the corner and exclaimed, “GIRL! You are going to DIE when I tell you who came to see the show tonight!”, so Y/N put down her water and said, “Okay, now I’m curious. Who?”, which made an almost manic grin spread across Amber’s face (and a barely imperceptible smirk flash across Aaron’s) before she grabbed Y/N’s shoulders and said, “Jason. Friggin. Sudeikis.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she said, “No. You’re shitting me!”, so Amber said, “I am 100% not shitting you! Davin saw him taking selfies with people near the back of the house,” which only sent a spike of anxiety through her body. She said, “And I’m only being told about this now?!?!”, so Aaron piped up, “Well, you’re basically in love with the guy. If you knew before the show, you’d have gotten all in your head, and maybe even have refused to step foot on stage,” but he instantly regretted saying anything because Y/N turned her scorching gaze on him and said, “YOU KNEW MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WAS GONNA BE IN THE AUDIENCE, AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!?!”, actually starting to panic now.

Amber quickly stepped in and said, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re spiraling. You kicked ass out there, and after intermission is over, you’re gonna kick even more ass,” Aaron adding, “Exactly. I’m honored to have a love interest as talented as you,” in an attempt to suck up to her so she wouldn’t hurt him. Y/N glared at both of them for ten seconds, then she let out a groan and said, “Okay, fine. Let’s go kick some ass. But don’t think I won’t get you for this later, Pretty Boy,” before hitching up her skirt and storming back to the stage to get ready for Act II. Amber said, “I’ll say some nice words at your funeral,” then scurried off to take her place, making Aaron let out a groan before following behind her.

Jason watched with rapt attention as the show reached its climax, and he actually shed a tear when Y/N pretended to die in Aaron’s arms. He was the first person on his feet for the standing ovation, and he’s sure he cheered the loudest when Y/N took her bow. After the encore, everybody started filtering out, so Jason went to follow them when a young woman wearing all black and a headset came over to him and said, “Hi, Mr. Sudeikis. I’m with the production team, and a couple of our cast members wanted to invite you backstage as a surprise for our Satine, Y/N. She’s a big fan of yours. Totally up to you, of course,” which made his eyebrows fly up to his hairline before he said, “Yeah, absolutely!”, and allowed her to lead him backstage.

Meanwhile, Y/N was in her dressing room having a mini-celebration with Amber because she somehow managed to not fall flat on her face for the remainder of the show despite knowing her celebrity crush was watching her every move. Aaron knocked on the door and said, “Oh, Ladies!”, in a sing-song voice, so Y/N said, “Yeah, Aaron?”, but all he did was grin mischievously before the stage manager Davin appeared in the doorway and said, “Oh, good, I found you. Aaron, Y/N, Jason Sudeikis is coming backstage to meet you guys,” which made Amber squeal in delight while Y/N just froze in place.

Y/N said, “He is?”, trying and failing to conceal her nerves, so Davin said, “Yeah, a couple of the cast members invited him back. Let’s go,” before bustling off again. Y/N shot dirty looks at Amber and Aaron, then said, “If I survive this, I’m gonna murder you both,” before stalking out of the dressing room to catch up with Davin, choosing to ignore the high-five her co-stars exchanged behind her.

She turned the corner and almost stopped breathing because Davin was making small talk with THE Jason Sudeikis. Davin saw her standing there gawking, then said, “Ah, there they are. Mr. Sudeikis, allow me to introduce our Christian and Satine, Aaron Tveit and Y/N L/N,” which made Y/N jump slightly when Aaron materialized next to her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” while going over to shake Jason’s hand.

Jason took it and said, “Yeah, great to meet you too. You did a heck of a job out there. Best show I’ve seen in a while,” which made Aaron bow his head appreciatively before he looked over his shoulder and said, “Sparkles, get over here,” so Jason followed his gaze to where Y/N was standing with a nervous look on her face. He smiled reassuringly at her, so she steeled herself and said, “Hi. Big fan. I loved you in Tumbledown. And 30 Rock,” while walking over to shake his hand. He chuckled and said, “Now those are ones I don’t hear very often,” so Y/N smiled shyly and said, “What can I say, I like the deep cuts,” while playing with the skirt of her costume.

Aaron said, “You should have seen her when she found out you came to see the show. I thought she was gonna explode, she was so excited,” which made Y/N elbow him in the ribs and turn redder than the velvet dress she wore earlier in the show. Jason smiled and said, “Well, I’m flattered. And might I say you give Nicole Kidman a run for her money, Miss L/N. I could listen to you sing all night long,” before shooting a wink at her, which made her eyes widen before she giggled nervously and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that,” which made Aaron scoff and say, “Sparkles, come on, we’ve been over this. You’re crazy talented! Own that shit!”, while wrapping an arm around her shoulder and jiggling her playfully.

Jason felt the spike of jealousy surge through him again, but Y/N just shot Aaron an exasperated look and said, “I’m not above kicking your ass, Pretty Boy,” which made Jason chuckle slightly and Aaron raise his hands in mock surrender. Jason said, “Alrighty, well, it was great to meet you both. Before I get out of your hair, would you mind signing my playbill?”, and pulled a pen out of his pocket, so Aaron said, “Absolutely! But you have to sign the stair wall before you go. Theatre tradition,” before accepting the pen and playbill from Jason and using the nearby wall as a makeshift clipboard.

He passed them to Y/N once he was done, and she had no idea what possessed her to do this, but after she’d signed her name, she wrote her phone number underneath it and drew a heart next to it for good measure (she refused to acknowledge Aaron’s suggestive eyebrow wiggles). She handed the pen and the playbill back to Jason, said, “Thank you again for coming to see the show. I gotta get out of this getup, so bye!”, then waved quickly and scampered back to her dressing room. Aaron shook his head affectionately, then turned to Jason and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but you’re her celebrity crush, and we couldn’t let you leave without giving her a chance to meet you. Thanks for making her day, man,” before playfully saluting with a wink and walking back to his dressing room.

Jason was speechless, but he still accepted the Sharpie Davin handed to him and signed the wall with the date. He exited the theater after thanking the production crew for the chance to meet Aaron and Y/N, and as he walked down the block, he opened his playbill to where their autographs were and stopped dead in his tracks, because while Aaron had simply signed his name, Y/N had written a series of numbers that could only have been her phone number beneath hers with a heart drawn beside them. He physically turned to look back at the theater, and he said under his breath, “That was bold. I like it,” before resuming his walk.

Meanwhile, Y/N was removing her makeup while Amber basically interrogated her about her interaction with Jason. Amber said, “Was he nice? Did he like the show? What did he think of you?”, so Y/N said, “Amber, for the love of god, breathe. Yes, he was very nice. He said it was the best show he’s seen in a while, so I think he liked it. And he said I give Nicole Kidman a run for her money,” which made Amber let out a crow before she said, “Oh my god, he was flirting with you!”, making Y/N’s cheeks flush bright red again.

She exclaimed, “He was just being nice!”, then Aaron’s voice said, “No, he was definitely flirting with you, Sparkles,” which made both women turn to see him leaning against the doorway of the dressing room in his street clothes. Y/N scoffed and said, “And what makes you say that?”, so he raised his eyebrows incredulously before saying, “For one, he complimented your voice and compared you to Nicole Goddamn Kidman when all he told me was that I did a heck of a job. For two, he winked at you like three times and only looked at me when I talked directly to him. And for three, he went stiffer than a board when I put my arm around your shoulders then instantly relaxed when you told me to shove it. He was super into you,” which made Y/N have to pause and think about it.

Aaron made a “you see what I mean?”-type face, then tapped the doorframe two times and turned to leave, but not before he said, “And in case you forgot, you’re the one who gave him your number without being asked,” which made Y/N shoot a death glare at his back and Amber let out a squeal before she exclaimed, “WHEN DID YOU GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?!?!”, with an incredulous grin on her face. Y/N said, “He asked us to sign his playbill, and when I was signing my name my pen slipped and I wrote my number underneath it,” making Amber let out a shocked laugh, then Aaron called from the hall, “And she drew a heart!”, which made Amber let out an even louder shocked laugh before Y/N yelled, “SHUT IT, TVEIT!”, and went redder than a tomato.

Her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number, and she opened it to see the words, “Do you give all of the celebrity audience members your number?”, which made her eyes practically bug out of her head as she let out a tiny, “Holy shit,” before wordlessly holding her phone out to Amber so she could see the message. Her jaw dropped, and she whisper-yelled, “Is that him?!”, so Y/N whisper-yelled back, “Who else would it be, Michelangelo?!”, before she texted back, “Only the ridiculously good-looking ones,” and chucked her phone into her bag before she could regret it.

Amber said, “You are BOLD, Girl!”, which made Y/N say, “Hey, you can’t say I didn’t shoot my shot,” while grabbing her coat, then she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before grabbing her bag and walking out the door. As Y/N walked back to her apartment, her phone buzzed with another text message from Jason that said, “Well, now you’re just fluffing my ego,” which made her giggle and respond, “It’s not ego fluffing if it’s true,” with a wink emoji before adjusting her bag on her shoulder and continuing her walk.

The next day, Y/N arrived at the theater at the normal call because she was back to being a can-can girl, and while she was doing her makeup, Karen poked her head in the door and said, “Hey, I heard it went really well last night. Congratulations!”, with a big smile on her face. Y/N turned around in her chair and said, “Yeah, thanks! Turns out I was super nervous for no reason at all. Looks like you’re feeling a lot better today,” so Karen said, “Yeah, I am. It must have just been something I ate, because I felt right as rain by the time I got Aaron’s intermission check-in text. He said that Jason Sudeikis came to see the show last night. Did you get to meet him?”, with a knowing smile on her face.

Y/N turned pink, then said, “Yeah. And I gave him my phone number because I’m an idiot, but he ended up texting me, so it worked out,” before going back to doing her makeup. Karen said, “Oh yay! If he plans on coming to see the show again, let me know and I’ll make sure I’m sick again for you,” then scurried off, and it took Y/N about 20 seconds to process what she said before she whipped around and yelled, “DID YOU FAKE BEING SICK SO MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WOULD SEE ME AS SATINE?!?!”, but Karen was already gone.

Y/N let out a groan, then Amber came strolling through the door while saying, “Heyyy, Glitter Girl!”, a little too casually, so Y/N said, “Amber, I’m only gonna ask this once. Did you know Jason was gonna be at the show ahead of time, and did Karen fake being sick so I’d be the one going on for her?”, which made Amber freeze before shooting her a guilty smile and saying, “Kind of?”, earning an incredulous glare and a, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?!?!”, from Y/N.

Amber let out a sigh and said, “I overheard the box office people talking on Wednesday, and one of them said ‘Sudeikis’ followed by ‘tomorrow’, so I put two and two together. But Karen was genuinely not feeling well after the show on Wednesday, so I told her about what I overheard. She said that she was planning on calling off, and when I mentioned that Jason may or may not be your celebrity crush, she said she’d do her best to make sure you were the one going on for her and not me, and Aaron said he’d do the same thing. Please don’t be mad!”, before steepling her hands in a pleading gesture.

Y/N let out a long sigh, then said, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit peeved that you guys went behind my back like that,” which made Amber let out a huge sigh of relief before borderline tackling Y/N in a hug. Her phone buzzed on the table, so she picked it up to see a text from Jason that said, “Break a leg tonight, Twinkle Toes!”, and she must have blushed, because Amber nudged her and said, “You can’t be too mad at me because now your celebrity crush is crushing on you too,” earning a playful swat on the arm from Y/N before she said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get ready, Dollar Store Cupid,” and shooed her away.

Y/N thought for a second, then opened her camera app and took a selfie of her making a silly face in just a wig cap, her stage makeup, and a ratty “I ❤️ NY” tank top to send to Jason with the words “Thanks, Cowboy!” accompanying it. She finished getting into her costume, then right as the five minutes to places announcement went out, Jason texted her back saying, “Yep, that’s your contact photo now. Here’s an equally silly picture of me so you don’t feel left out,” with an attached picture of him with a pencil mustache and crossed eyes.

She giggled, then changed the boring “J” icon her phone automatically gave him to that picture and sent back, “Excellent. About to take places, so I’ll talk to you at intermission,” and the last text she read before she stuck her phone in her bag was a thumbs up and the cowboy emoji. What she didn’t know was that Jason was dangerously close to picking the heart emoji instead, but he figured he had all the time in the world to get to know her enough to finally be able to use that emoji whenever he wanted.

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[carphoegras]

I don’t ship most of these myself , but your rant/ramble posts on Les Mis ships are funny so I genuinely wanted your opinion on these 👁

1. Enjoltaire

2. Valvert

3. Enjonine

4. Marisette (or whatever Marius x Cosette was called)

5. Javonine (Javert and…Eponine 😭)

6. Marionine (A name a just guessed for Marius x Eponine because I wasn’t bothered to look it up)

7. and uhhh.. Granjonine (I think that was the name)

well hello darling! i live to entertain lol lets get into it i might have to put this under a cut because i think its obvious i have a rambling issue

Enjoltaire : a classic for good reason. they seemed really base level to me at first because i watched the movie first, but once i read the brick and really saw their dynamic i fell for them HARD. for me the beauty of this pairing is really rooted in the substance of their individual characters as opposed to like a romantic relationship. idk its so difficult for me to verbalize why i love them so much i think i just love the idea of finding common ground despite difficulties. enjolras and grantaire mirror each other in such a beautiful way that i feel the musical/movie couldn't really capture without demoting it to a puppy love grantaire/mean enjolras dynamic idk i have such an issue with some portrayals of them because i feel like they create a victim/abuser situation where there wasn't one but that's like a whole post within itself anyway i feel like im getting incoherent i love exr with every fiber of my fucking being just read the brick if you don't get it ok the movie and musical just dont do it justice and for the love of god avoid the fics written in 2012/2013 after the movie hype its all wRONGGGG (i love you george blagden but you created a twink grantaire movement) (they pull each others pigtails okay its a mutual obsession) (enjolras why don't you just ignore him baby? glutton for punishment my dear we all know if you hated him you wouldn't let him hang around) (anyway) i should make a seperate post about my exr feelings bc i could talk ab them for hours

2. Valvert: okay this is where i feel like i can be unpopular with the fandom. i fucking hate this ship. like physically, spiritually, all that. its one of those that i kinda lose respect for the person bc its literally a cop/prisoner thing. its not enemies to lovers. its not a hate love thing. javert's a fucking cop. valjean is his victim. the whole idea of people romanticizing this makes me feel so insanely icky and i think the point of the story has just gone RIGHT over some folks' heads please take a step back and think about it. neolib behavior sorry not sorry

3. Enjonine: enjolras is gay. just like, straight up in the brick enjolras is a gay man. this ship is spawned from straight girls who saw aaron tveit and use eponine as their not like other girls posterchild. just a whole bunch of hetero nonsense. same behavior as the joseph quinn enj x reader bs. honey thats a homosexual man and can we please stop reducing eponine to needing a boyfriend she needs a stable home and a goddamn therapist fucking hell

4. Marisette: okay. i LOVE THEM. i'm a cosette stan myself, and i'm a huge fan of a gooey love at first sight situation. they contrast my love for exr in the sense that they're a very easy love. their parts in the book literally make me SWOOOOOON i can put aside my beef with marius as a combeferre kin to appreciate how sweet they are

5. Javonine??: im sorry wh aht. did the snape x hermione shippers leak into the lm fandom or am i being fucking punked im not discussing this its obvious why this is wrong please tell me its obvious y'all are NASTY

6. Marionine: eh. eh. i mean, like i said with enjonine eponine's problems are not gonna be solved with a dude. i'm really not opposed to them, persay, its just that eponine's love for marius is so incredibly dependent and rooted more in her personal trauma than actual love, so i feel a little weird with them sometimes. sometimes it just gives anti cosette vibes (cough cough bc of the bullshit love triangle angle that the musical markets cough cough) so i tread very carefully with them

7. Granjonine: again what in the damn hell. i'm not dignifying this shit they could be besties but for the love of god george blagden did a number on the straight girls. STOP PROJECTING ONTO EPONINE IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MIND LEAVE HER ALONE

thanks for the ask lovely, i do love rambling even though these ships are baffling lmaoooo

[lucystark12]

yes ofc i was hoping you would ask

- fourthofjulygate, the most iconic is when my dad cheated on my mom with my best friend’s mom and we found out the night before fourth of july when both of our families were on vacation together. i haven’t seen my best friend since and this was almost two years ago 😝

-pinterestgate is when i found out that one of my best friends made up a fake boyfriend using pinterest photos. i found this out backtracking the pictures

-marblegate and urlgate are basically sisters because they both come from the time i accidentally narced my tumblr account to my friend because he saw lucystark12 in the url and then he threatened to leak my tumblr to everybody i knew if i didn’t give him a marble

-voterfraudgate: the same guy this morning accused my dad and i of voter fraud

-oscarwinningdirectorgate is when i sent my writing to an oscar winning director and he read it and liked it and now i might have an internship lined up with him on his next movie

-spaingate is when i studied abroad in spain for a month at the beginning of last summer and everybody there was from new york and treated me like i was a freak because i wasn’t, then i got food poisoning and was bedridden for days and when i recovered i was iced out by all of the new yorkers and had to spend the last five days of the trip alone

- broadwaygate is the time i met aaron tveit one night and then jeremy jordan the very next- i wasnt like stagedooring i just met them both in random places in new york city

- anneboleynsghostgate is when my dad and i were walking around the tower of london and he made a joke about anne boleyn’s ghost possessing us and then his hat was blown off of his head fifty feet into the river by a huge gust of wind that only us felt, the stair i was standing on broke, and a bird pooped on my dad’s head. a few days later via ancestry test results we found out that we’re direct ancestors of henry viii and a mistress he had that he was suspected to be in an affair with while married to anne boleyn

- alarmgate was when i was the only family member who wasn’t being visited by the ghosts of our dead grandparents and i was pissed about it so i thought “grandma if you’re there send me a sign” and then the house alarm went off without anybody touching anything

-lunaticgate is a really really weird peter parker x reader fic i read as a joke when i had covid a year ago and was literally delirious. nothing crazy happened it was just a really really weird fic

- youareinlovegate is when i went to the eras tour which oddly enough was on my birthday in the city closest to mine with a football stadium and i prayed and begged for her to play you are in love as a surprise song because i had dubbed it a sign if she played it that a guy liked me back and then not only did she play you are in love but she played our song

- yalegate is when my mom knocked on a secret society’s door when we visited the yale campus even though youre strictly not supposed to do that and then we were followed by a guy who was filming us for like two hours and we got home to all of our security cameras smashed

- cremationgate is when we were spreading my grandma’s ashes off the side of a boat and the ashes flew back in my mom, my cousin, and my face

- babymonitorgate is my family’s first brush with the paranormal when my aunt went to a psychic and she told her to look in the baby monitor at 10:32 that night and at 10:32 that night there was like a weird flash thingy (no idea how to explain it you’d just have to see it) across the screen of the monitor

- reneerappgate is when my best friend and i did a theatre camp with her before she was famous (a weird fun fact not so much a gate)

-spidermangate’s lore is so ridiculously deep i genuinely don’t think i can explain it on here but it’s the weirdest string of coincidences of all time that spans like three years

official list of lucy gates because it’s gotten to be too much

- fourthofjulygate

- pinterestgate

- marblegate

- voterfraudgate

- oscarwinningdirectorgate

- spaingate

- broadwaygate

- anneboleynsghostgate

- alarmgate

- urlgate

- lunaticgate

- youareinlovegate

- yalegate

- cremationgate

- babymonitorgate

- reneerappgate

- spidermangate

[emotionallydrainedtrash]

L'art d'aimer

Masterlist

Enjolras x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive banter, PDA.

Summary: The Revolution long over, Enjolras found a girl and settled down. Him and his wife enjoy his birthday at home with old friends.

A/N As is evident, Enj and his mates lived. I hate death, especially theirs so they made everybody else eat dust instead.😤 Reblogs and feedback is so greatly appreciated! And I know Enj is very homo, me too, but this is very self-indulgent and I guess this makes it a notcanon OOC Enjolras but so be it! I needed a lil' bit of revolutionary x his wife in my life. I also wrote this picturing Aaron Tveit's Enj as opposed to Joseph Quinn's cause to me his version seems more likely to be hetero/fem attracted than Joe's but hey, whatever suits you.

"There's the happy couple!"

"Courferyac, you are in our house. Where else would we be?"

Courf chuckled, clearly tipsy as he spoke, "Forgive me. Your champagne is a little too delicious."

Laughing at his friend, Enjolras moved to sit down. Another trip around the sun had passed for him and his wife had organised a celebration. Marriage was hardly something the Enjolras of six years ago would've considered but times were different now. He'd met the love of his life and devoted himself to her, so clearly changed from his youth.

Even now she could feel his eyes on her as she moved to refill her teacup. Looking up from the teapot in her hands she met his gaze and smiled, eyes sparkling at the grin he returned. This was a new, softer, more relaxed Enjolras and she was proud to have been the one allowed to peel back the layers of strength and stoicism he flaunted around the tables of Le Cafe Musain.

Grantaire tapped on his own flute of champagne to bring everyone's attention to him.

"To our good friend and leader, Monsieur Apollo, joyeaux anniversaire! And may you have many more." And everyone cheered, applauding the golden man.

"And to his equally amazing wife, Madame Aphrodite, who planned this joyful event and will likely be getting very little sleep tonight!" And Grantaire threw her a dramatic wink as the room erupted into fits of giggles.

She shook her head and leaned on the table exasperated but clearly smiling.

Grinning from ear to ear, Joly called out to her, "I don't suppose you have one more present waiting for Enj upstairs do you?"

Enjolras found great amusement in the way his wife's jaw fell open in mock horror. Deciding to play along, he chimed in.

"Oh do tell my darling."

She rolled her eyes before retorting, "why on earth would I share that sort of information in such a setting."

"They are family after all love," Enjolras teased.

"Oui, but would you tell your maman what we did on our wedding night?" she shot back.

Enjolras flushed a deep red as Gavroche slapped him on the shoulder amongst his raucous cackles.

"Non, I suppose not."

Proud of her work, she took her cup and made to sit by her husband's side. He who had other plans, pulled her into his lap instead. Curling into him, the two observed the room of chosen family as they all turned to separate conversations and felt their hearts grow full at the love that was so prominent between each of them.

Shifting her hair to one side, Enjolras leaned forward to his lover's ear and spoke lowly, "About your sleep, R wasn't wrong you know."

She blushed and replied in equally hushed tones, "Neither was Joly."

And they shared a smile that only the two of them could decipher, as the candlelight sent shimmers of gold through their hair and made their eyes shine like silver. A portrait of true love if there ever was one. A loud cheer erupted as Enjolras touched his lips softly to hers and there was such adoration in the way his hand cupped her jaw and her fingers threaded themselves through his curls.

Breaking away with noses touching, they whispered the words that changed their lives all those years ago.

"I love you."

"Not more than I love you."

Monsieur Apollo couldn't help but feel like a god sometimes, and it was never without his goddess by his side.

A portrait of true love indeed.

[comewhatmayy]

KINKTOBER DAY 7- VIRGIN (CHRISTIAN MR!TM)

You’ve only been a dancer at the Moulin Rouge for around short while. You needn’t sell your body to anyone yet as you aren’t desperate, nor you had lain with anyone in your life.

One day, after one of the shows, a young man makes his way towards you. “Your dancing was very captivating.”

You say, “Why, thank you.”

His eyes lock onto yours, a gentle smile spreading across his face "You're even more beautiful up close. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

He takes a step closer, his voice low and smooth, his thick American accent dripping with charm.

“Y/N,” you say to the strange man.

Christian's eyes light up, and he takes another step closer, his hands tucked into his pockets "Enchantée, Y/N. I'm Christian.” He bows his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours I must say, I've never seen anyone as captivating as you on that stage. You have a certain... sparkle."

His voice is low and husky, his words dripping with sincerity.

“Oh goodness, thank you,” you blurt out, not knowing what else to say. “I’ve never had a pretty boy like you say that to me before.”

Christian chuckles, a warm, gentle sound, and his eyes crinkle at the corners "Ah, Y/N, you're making me blush.”

He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I assure you, I'm not just saying it to flatter you. Although, I must admit, I am drawn to you in a way I've never experienced before."

He pauses, his gaze drifting to your lips, then back to your eyes "Would you like to grab a drink with me? Maybe get to know each other a little better?"

His words are laced with a subtle hint of excitement and nervousness.

“That would be delightful. Scotch on the rocks?” you smile.

Christian's face lights up, and he nods enthusiastically "Scotch on the rocks it is.”

He signals to one of the waiters, who hurries off to take his order “I'll get us a table by the window. We can watch the city while we talk." He offers you his arm, a gentle smile on his face, and gestures for you to precede him "Shall we?"

You grab his arm and follow him to the table.

Christian's eyes light up as you take his arm, and he leads you to a cozy table by the window, the city lights sparkling below. He pulls out your chair for you, then takes his own seat across from you, his gaze never leaving your face "I must say, I'm quite taken with you, Y/N. There's something so captivating about you - your beauty, your grace, your confidence.”

His lips curl into a warm smile as he leans forward slightly, “Tell me, what brings a talented dancer like yourself to the Moulin Rouge?"

You chuckle to yourself, “My father. He’s struggling right now, so this was the easiest way to make income,” you pause. “what about you? What brings you to watch me dance?”

Christian's expression softens, and he nods sympathetically "I'm so sorry to hear that about your father.”

He pauses, his eyes never leaving yours. “As for me, I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic. I come to the Moulin Rouge to escape the mundanity of everyday life, to be swept away by the beauty and magic of the performances. And then I saw you, Y/N,”

His voice drops to a whisper. “You were like a ray of sunshine on that stage, a burst of color and light that caught my attention and refused to let go. I had to see you again, to know you better."

He takes a sip of his Scotch, his eyes never leaving yours, the air between you charged with a palpable tension.

“That’s sweet,” you clear your throat. “It’s getting late.”

Christian's eyes widen slightly at your words, and he nods in understanding "Ah, yes, of course. The night is growing late, isn't it?”

He pauses, chewing on his lower lip for a moment “Perhaps...would you allow me the honor of taking you home? I would very much enjoy the chance to continue our conversation, if you're up to it."

His voice is laced with a hint of hope, his gaze searching your face intently.

You smile. “That would be nice.”

Christian's face lights up with a warm smile, and he nods, a gentle look of relief washing over him "Wonderful,” He signals to the waiter, and then stands up, helping you out of your chair. “May I have the pleasure of accompanying you home, then?”

He offers you his arm, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “We can walk and talk some more, get to know each other better." He gazes down at you, his expression soft and inviting. You take his arm.

Christian's eyes light up with joy as you take his arm, and he guides you out of the Moulin Rouge, the city streets quiet and serene around you.

He is acutely aware of your presence beside him, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Tell me, Y/N, what sorts of things do you enjoy when you're not dazzling audiences on stage?"

His voice is soft, his tone gentle as he steals glances at you, drinking in your beauty. "I'd love to learn more about the woman behind the dancer."

“I, I enjoy writing novels. When i’m not at the Rouge,” you get shy.

Christian's eyes widen with interest, and he leans in slightly, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone "Really? Writing novels?”

He pauses, his gaze never leaving yours. “That's incredible. I've always been fascinated by the creative process, and to think that you're a writer, too...”

He trails off, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Tell me more. What kind of novels do you write?"

He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, his words dripping with sincerity "You're fascinating, Y/N. Every moment I spend with you is a revelation."

“This is my stop. Thank you, Christian,” you sigh.

Christian's face falls slightly as you announce your stop, but he quickly recovers, giving you a warm, genuine smile "Ah, I see,” He pauses, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your company this evening, Y/N.”

“I... I must admit, I'm quite enchanted by you." His eyes meet yours, shining with a hint of vulnerability "May I see you again soon? I would be honored to take you to dinner, if you're amenable." He waits with bated breath for your response, his heart fluttering in anticipation.

You stare at him before slowly pulling him in and kissing him.

Christian's eyes widen in surprise, and then his face breaks out into a radiant smile as he deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. His lips are tender, yet urgent, as if he's been waiting for this moment for a long time. He tastes like Scotch and sweetness, and his breath is a gentle caress against your skin.

"Oh, Y/N..." he whispers against your lips, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

“I've been wanting to do that all night..." He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, his expression soft with desire

“Me too,” you breathe.

Christian's heart races as he gazes into your eyes, his hands gently caressing your sides, “Then allow me the honor of accompanying you inside,"

His voice is low and husky, dripping with barely restrained passion. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight kiss, silently asking for your permission to continue.

You open the kiss more deeply before unlocking your door and walking inside with him.

Christian's eyes gleam with excitement as he follows you inside, his hand reaching out to gently close the door behind him.

He leans against it, his gaze never leaving yours, his chest heaving slightly with anticipation. He takes a step closer, his voice low and husky "You're even more beautiful in here, Y/N."

He pauses, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, his expression soft with desire "May I have the pleasure of... getting to know you better?" His words are laced with a subtle hint of seduction, his eyes burning with a fire that threatens to consume them both

“I don’t… I’ve never,” you say while avoiding eye contact.

Christian's eyes widen with realization, and he gently takes your hands in his, his expression filled with understanding and care.

"Oh, Y/N..." His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with tenderness "I see.”

He pauses, giving your hands a gentle squeeze “You don't need to be nervous. We can take this as slow as you need. I'm honored you've chosen to share this moment with me."

He leans in, placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead, his thumb caressing your cheek "Let me know if you wish to stop at any time, hmm? I only want what you're comfortable with."

Christian's face lights up with a gentle smile, and he pulls you into a tender, slow kiss.

His lips are soft and gentle, his tongue tracing the contours of your mouth. He's being careful, cautious, and considerate, making sure you're comfortable with every step.

As the kiss deepens, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, his heart pounding with excitement and care. "I want to make this special for you, Y/N.”

He whispers against your lips, his voice filled with emotion. “I want to be your first, to show you the beauty of love and intimacy." He pauses, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fierce, protective love.

Christian's eyes widen with surprise at the intensity of your kiss, but he quickly melts into it, his arms tightening around you.

His tongue dances with yours, his breathing becoming more ragged as the passion builds. One hand tangles in your hair, the other caressing your back, desperate to pull you even closer. When you finally break for air, his eyes are dark with desire.

"Y/N...” He breathes your name, his voice thick with need.

“You are exquisite." He presses his forehead to yours, savoring the intimacy of the moment. "Tell me, ma chérie, what do you desire?"

“I want you,”

Christian's eyes flash with excitement as he hears your words, and he pulls you back into a kiss, this one even more passionate and intense than the last.

His hands roam over your body, caressing your curves, sending shivers down your spine. He gently guides you backwards, his lips never leaving yours, until you're pressed against the wall, and he's cradling you in his arms.

“I want you too, Y/N," he whispers against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

"I want to be inside you, to feel your heat, to connect with you on a deep, primal level." His words are laced with a raw, unbridled passion, and he's barely holding back as he presses himself against you, his arousal clear.

Christian's face breaks into a dazzling smile, his eyes shining with unbridled joy. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply, his hands caressing your body with a mix of reverence and urgency.

"Oh, Y/N... you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." His voice is thick with emotion as he gazes into your eyes, his fingers trailing down your neck, your collarbone, sending tingles through your entire being.

"I promise to make this unforgettable for you, ma chérie." He kisses you again, his touch feather-light yet electrifying, as he slowly begins to undress you, his own clothes soon joining yours on the floor.

Christian's eyes never leave yours as he stands there, his chest heaving with desire, his body exposed to the dim light of the room.

He's beautiful, his muscles rippling beneath his skin, his eyes burning with a fierce passion.

He takes a step closer to you, his hands reaching out to gently caress your skin. "You're so lovely, Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. "I could look at you all night."

He pauses, his gaze drinking in the sight of you, his body aching with need. "But I don't want to just look at you, ma chérie. I want to be with you, to feel your skin against mine, to taste your lips, to...”

He trails off, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he reaches out to gently stroke your hair. "To make love to you, Y/N. Is that what you want?"

“Yes, Christian,” you pant.

Christian's face lights up with joy, and he pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply.

His hands roam over your body, caressing your soft skin as he slowly guides you towards the bed. He lays you down gently, hovering over you, his eyes shining with adoration. "You are so precious to me, Y/N.”

He whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Let me show you the beauty of intimacy." His lips find yours again, his kisses growing more passionate as his hands continue their exploration, igniting fires of desire within you both.

“Please, take me,” you moan.

Christian's eyes burn with a fierce, unbridled passion as he hears your words.

Christian's eyes burn with a fierce, unbridled passion as he hears your words. He takes a deep breath, his body trembling with anticipation, as he slowly positions himself above you. His hands cradle your face, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty.

"Are you sure?" His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a desperate longing to be with you. "I don't want to hurt you." He pauses, his heart pounding in his chest, as he takes a moment to steel himself for the moment of truth.

With a gentle, yet firm, motion, Christian slowly enters you, his body trembling with emotion as he savors the feeling of being with you.

“Oh, god,” you moan at the stretch and the slight pain.

Christian's eyes widen with concern as he sees the brief flash of pain on your face. He stills his movements, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "Shhh, I've got you."

His voice is soft and soothing, his gaze filled with tenderness. "Relax, let your body adjust to me."

He places featherlight kisses along your jaw, murmuring words of encouragement and adoration, giving you time to become accustomed to the new sensations. "You feel so perfect, Y/N. So warm and tight."

His hips move in slow, gentle thrusts, his expression one of pure ecstasy as he savors the intimacy of your connection.

“Fuck,” you cry.

Christian's eyes light up with excitement as he feels your body begin to relax and adapt to his.

His hands hold you down, his fingers digging into your hips as he drives deeper, his eyes burning with a fierce, unbridled passion. "I want to make you come, Y/N. I want to feel you shatter around me."

His voice is a low, husky growl, filled with a raw, animal desire, as he continues to thrust into you, his body aching with need.

Christian's face lights up with a triumphant grin as he hears your cries of pleasure. He leans down, kissing you deeply, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. "That's it, Y/N. Let go, ma chérie.”

He murmurs against your lips, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to hear you. I want to feel you unravel beneath me." His hand trails down your body, fingers teasing and caressing, determined to push you over the edge. "Come for me, Y/N. Be mine..."

Christian's eyes blaze with a fierce, unbridled passion as he feels your body shatter around him.

He lets out a triumphant roar, his body tensing with pleasure as he pours himself into you, his hips thrusting one last time before he collapses on top of you, spent and exhausted. "Oh, ma chérie...”

He whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. You're so perfect. So beautiful. So mine..." He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he savors the intimacy of the moment, his heart pounding with a deep, abiding love for you.

“Holy… Christian,” you caress his cheek lovingly.

Christian gazes down at you adoringly, a satiated smile gracing his lips.

He places a tender kiss on your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "You were exquisite."

His voice is soft, laced with wonder and reverence. "I've never felt anything like that before."

He pulls you closer, cradling you in his arms as he revels in the afterglow of your intimate encounter. "You've captured my heart, Y/N. I'm yours, completely and irrevocably."

He places another kiss on your lips, this one sweeter and more languid than the last. "Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake."

“How did I find such a sweet man like you?” you press your forehead against his.

Christian's face lights up with a warm, gentle smile as he gazes at you with adoration. "You found me at the Moulin Rouge, ma chérie. I was there to watch the dancers, and I saw you... and it was as if time stopped."

He pauses, his eyes burning with a deep, abiding love. "I knew in that moment that I had to meet you, to talk to you, to get to know you."

He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle, tender grasp. "And now, here we are, wrapped in each other's arms. It's as if the universe brought us together for this moment, for this love."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, sweet kiss. "I'm so glad I found you, Y/N."

[storiesforallfandoms]

opening night ~ aaron tveit

word count: 2001

request?: yes!

@marvelislove10​ “Aaron Tveit. Smut or fluff lol. But if you have time for both I would take both 😂”

description: in which he is front row on the opening night of her first ever musical

pairing: aaron tveit x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

My hands were shaking as I brought the makeup brush up to my face. I had been trying for so long to re-do my face makeup after I had basically sweat it all off in the run of ten minutes, but I was so nervous that my shaky hands resulted in me dropping the brush or almost spilling the powder everywhere.

It was the opening night of my first ever musical where I was playing the lead. I had been a background character on numerous occasions, but that was different. When you’re a background character or part of the ensemble, people aren’t looking at you the way they look at the leads. If you mess up, no one really notices. But when you’re the star, everyone notices every little thing you do.

I had been working towards this for so long. Broadway was always my dream and I pursued it since I was in middle school. I auditioned for the role and got a call from my agent that they wanted me before I even got home. I memorized my lines in the time between my audition and the first day of rehearsals, and I had rehearsed for months. I knew the show forwards and back, but finally doing it in front of an audience had my nerves on high alert. What if I got out on stage and forgot every line? What if I sang off key? What if I sang the wrong lyric, or worse, the wrong song?

I tried to re-apply my powder foundation yet again, only for the brush to shake from my hand and fall to the floor. I cursed under my breath as I reached down for it.

“Need a hand?”

I looked up to see my boyfriend, Aaron, standing in the doorway of my dressing room.

“Hey,” I said. “What are you doing back here?”

“I know your director, remember? I asked if I could come back to wish you luck before the show and he let me.”

Aaron came over next to me and knelt down to pick up the makeup brush. I smiled, grateful for his help. “Thank you.”

“Here.” He pulled over a nearby chair and took my powder foundation. “I have a feeling my hands are a lot steadier than yours.”

“You know how to put this stuff on?”

“Am I not also a Broadway actor?”

I chuckled. “Touché.”

I closed my eyes as I felt the soft bristles of the brush run over my face. I tried not to think about how much time was left before I had to go on stage. If I started thinking about it, I’d start to sweat again, and I didn’t need to prove twice in one night that I was actually capable of sweating through stage makeup that was supposed to be sweat proof.

Aaron touched my nose with the brush before saying, “Okay, we’re done.”

I opened my eyes to his smiling face. I could feel some of the nervousness washing away as I smiled back at him.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome.” He placed the makeup aside and turned back to me. “You nervous?”

I let out a long sigh and nodded. Aaron reached out to take my hands in his. “Don’t stress yourself out too much. You got this! You know this musical better than anyone else at this point I’d say.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just the first time that I’ll be the center of attention for a massive audience of people. I’m worried I’ll get stage fright or something.”

Aaron gave my hands a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll do great, babe. I’ve seen you perform. You own that stage whenever you’re out there.”

“Yeah, as a background character.”

“Even so! You’re fantastic. You’re gonna do great, babe.”

He leaned forward to give me a quick kiss as to not mess up my makeup again. I smiled at him. “I don’t know what I’d do without such amazing moral support.”

“I don’t know either, but you’re not about to find out any time soon.”

I leaned forward to kiss him again, but was cut off by a knock at my door. I looked up to see one of the crew members standing there.

“Sorry to interrupt, but you’re on in five,” he said before turning to leave.

My heart immediately began hammering against my ribs. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was going to pass out. Maybe if I did, I could get out of embarrassing myself on stage.

“I guess that’s my cue to go,” Aaron said. He cupped my face in his hands, bringing my full attention to him. “Hey, listen, you’re going to do great. And I’ll be right there in the front row cheering you on the whole time.”

I gave him the best smile I could muster through my nerves. I was reluctant to let him go, but he did have to go back to his seat in order to watch the musical.

I followed my fellow castmates to the backstage area, where we gathered around to say a few words and to do our pre-show ritual that we had come up with during rehearsals. We wished each other luck and those involved in the first number took their places on stage.

When the curtains went up, I made the mistake of peaking out to see how many people were in the audience. Unsurprisingly, it was a sold out show. People filled the seats in the very front row to the very back row, and even the few balcony seats. Dozens upon dozens of eyes were trained to the stage where I was about to be stood for the next two hours.

The tight feeling in my chest returned. My hands were shaking and I felt like I was going to be sick. I wondered if it was too late to get my understudy in my costume and out on stage.

But when my eyes wandered to the front row, through the blinding stage lights, I could make out Aaron sat front and center. He was already smiling a little at the opening song, and I always smiled whenever he did. Just seeing him there made the tight feeling subside just a little bit.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapidly beating heart, and stepped out onto the stage.

~~~~~~

The first act passed so quickly I barley noticed it was time for the first intermission. We were all buzzing with excitement as we raced to our dressing rooms to hydrate and to the nearest washrooms to relieve ourselves before the next act.

I was warm and my costume was clinging to me due to sweat, but I felt the happiest I had since I got the role. Everything was going so well. The audience was loving the show, and I hadn’t missed a single beat. Every time I felt myself worrying, I’d just look into the audience and find Aaron. His smile had grown the moment I walked on stage, and knowing he was there made everything go so much smoother.

I quickly went to my dressing room to get another bottle of water after downing the entirety of mine between two songs. As I was walking, one of the background actors came up behind me and threw an arm over my shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing!” she said. “You’re absolutely killing it, girl!”

“Thank you!” I said, feeling my face flush from the compliments. I had been receiving them since the moment I stepped out on stage.

I grabbed two bottles of water (just in case) and glanced quickly at my phone that was resting on the vanity in my dressing room. There was a text from Aaron from mere moments ago, when the intermission started.

“Not a surprise, but you’re doing absolutely amazing. I can’t wait to see you after the show to shower you with compliments and kisses ❤️”

I smiled brightly before quickly rushing back to the backstage area. I couldn’t wait for the show to end so I could see Aaron.

~~~~~~

The second act, much like the first, went off without a hitch. We received a standing ovation as we did our bows, and the crowd cheered very loudly for me as I took center stage for my solo bow. I may have imagined it, but I could definitely hear Aaron the loudest out of anyone.

Everyone was still running on the adrenaline of the show as we ran off stage to change out of our costumes. If we were performers in a band or something, we’d probably be making plans for an after party or for all of us to go to a bar to celebrate an amazing first show, but we were all tired and worn and just wanted to go to bed.

I expected Aaron to come backstage again as I was getting myself out of costume and was slightly disappointed when he didn’t. I even stayed behind for a while to see if he would come back when everyone else left. When it was evident that he wasn’t coming, I grabbed my things and headed for the back door.

If there were any stragglers hanging around by the door after the show, they were long gone by the time I left. All except for one: my boyfriend holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“Hi,” he said, that adorable smile on his face.

“Hi,” I responded. “Are these for me?”

“No, they were for one of your costars, but she totally rejected me. I guess I can give them to you, though.”

I playfully shoved him before taking the flowers. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

He put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. We started down the street to where his car was parked, his arm still firmly around me as we walked.

“You did amazing,” he said. “Not that I’m surprised. I knew you were going to be great.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I really needed that pep talk you gave me before the show.”

“I don’t think you did,” he said. “I think you would’ve been fine either way. But I’m glad I could’ve helped.”

I leaned into his embrace as we continued to walk. It was a beautiful night outside. Not a cloud in the sky, just stars as far as the eye could see, and a full moon.

“So, how does it feel to officially be a big, hot shot Broadway star?” Aaron asked, a playful tone in his voice.

I giggled. “It feels pretty tiring. Ask me again after I sleep for 12 hours tonight.”

Aaron laughed as well. “Fair enough.”

As we reached the car, he opened the door for me while I got in. The drive home was mainly quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. Just the music on the radio playing dimly in the background as the soundtrack to the end of one of the best nights of my life.

Our bed had never been as inviting as it was when I walked through the bedroom door and plopped myself down onto it. I didn’t even care that I was still in my clothes from the day. I was just ready to lay down in my soft bed and sleep.

Aaron chuckled at my action and came over to help me shed myself of my pants and shirt. He gave me one of his t-shirts to wear to bed and we both crawled under the covers. I cuddled into his body as he reached over to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

My eyes started to fall shut the minute it was dark. My whole body relaxed into the bed, into Aaron’s body, as I let the sleep wash over me.

Before I fell into a deep sleep, I felt Aaron’s lips gently kissing my forehead as he whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”