#actual perfection dodger

[causenessus]

I HIT THE TAG LIMIT AGAIN </33 HERE WERE THREE TAGS THAT COULDN'T FIT I THINK AA this was so so good dodger i love you so much <3 EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS ONESHOT I CANNOT ASK YOU ENOUGH PLEASE

B.I.L.L.S , t. hanamaki

american hero. . . b.i.l.l.s. by towa bird

If I had a dollar then I wouldn't have to bother 'bout the bills. I'm so tired of paying rent.

pairing : hanamaki takahiro x f!reader

cw/notes : poverty/financial insecurity, conversation about/wishing for "what could be" (and a deep dive into the feeling of wanting), use of the pet name "sweetheart," humor as a coping mechanism, language, eating used as a metaphor, lots of metaphors in general, established long-term relationship, I am genuinely very proud of this fic so if you got tagged out of the blue that's why <3

word count : 2.6k

The apartment was dingy and run down, a muted tone of gray that submerged the entire cramped space into desolace. A desolace that bled into the other rooms, through the floorboards, through every nook and cranny of the compact unit - through the bones of the pair that inhabited it. Pictures and posters littered the drab walls. Old developed pictures and various music flyers stuck to drywall with bits and pieces of scotch tape - real frames were far too expensive - as they tried desperately to combat the dreary aura of the space. 

But it was difficult to fight against such longing; around every corner being yet another issue that would only ever be resolved with the one thing the pair didn’t have: funds. Air conditioning that went out every other month, as the landlord was too stingy to really fix it and complained with every call and maintenance request about the issue. Mold in the air vents, water pressure that was just short of a small stream, a lock on the door that barely bolted with a small chain lock that was used as a "replacement" that didn't really do anything. It reeked of dust and mildew, a musty smell that lingered no matter how many candles were lit and blown out. And trial and error to shut the, horribly painted, bedroom room; over the months they learned to turn the knob and slam rather than just slam. 

It was a constricted, at times uncomfortable; limited space meaning old cardboard boxes stayed within the living area or bedroom - mementos gathered dust that all but covered the unit entirely. Memories shoved in a box that would barely ever see the light of day, or simply, didn’t want to. Such a place didn’t deserve such warmth. A god forsaken space didn’t deserve the radiant coziness that came with trinkets and baubles, didn’t deserve the framed pictures - that would crash to the ground anyway, as the drywall often crumbled and fragmented - and surely didn’t deserve the mellow residents who resided in it. 

Both home from work, and both exhausted beyond belief, they sat together on an old, thrifted loveseat. A gaudy flower pattern that was stained and smelled of cigarettes from the latter owners, but a place to sit nonetheless. The man shuffled through a slew of mail, the woman, with her eyes closed and trying not to fall asleep right then and there, sat next to him. 

“I’m so fucking tired of paying this shit,” he grumbled before throwing the envelopes onto the rickety coffee table. A table that was discounted, dirt cheap, as one leg was cracked and wobbly. Oftentimes, it broke when too much weight was put on it, duct tape lined the connection between the leg and table itself. All it held was other envelopes - bills, an array of clipped coupons, and a long forgotten coffee cup, that’s rim was chipped and the handle cracked. 

“Then don’t,” the woman hummed in response, a cheeky reply to a serious notion. An exhaustion riddled in her voice that made him look over and sigh, heart strings pulled taut at seeing her weary form. “We can run away together and never have to see this shit hole again.” 

He stayed quiet for a moment, letting a pause settle between them. Allowed the sound of the fan in the far corner of the room to take over the silence he offered, the hum of it engulfed the room as it rotated to cool the entire apartment. “Maybe we should,” he sighed before a small smile pulled at his lips. “We can go off grid and everything, y’know they make shows about people that live like that, right? We could be famous.”

A breath of air passed through the woman’s nose as she chuckled, and she opened her eyes to look over at him. “You’re an idiot.” Even as she smiled at him, he couldn’t help but notice just how tired she looked. Her eyes were dark and hazy, unfocused even, as it seemed like all she wanted to do was close them again - to sleep. Her work uniform crumbled and wrinkled as she sat with her legs up on the small couch, too worn out to change upon coming, to what they reluctantly called, home. 

Home, to them, was coming back at odd hours. Never fully holding each other as the other had to whisk themselves away - to provide, to work. Times were fleeting, just as much as the money that came in. Gone within a second and drained from responsibilities. Every second together was taken with an ironclad grip, and sewn together with cups upon cups of coffee just to try and enjoy it all.

“Where would you want to go if we had the money to leave?” The off kilter question left his lips easily, without much thought put behind it. Because to him, that's all he ever thought about - leaving. He hoped one day he was able to scrape up enough funds, pack everything up, and leave the cramped unit all together with her by his side.

“Anywhere, honestly, this place sucks ass.” She groaned as she stretched her legs off the loveseat. A series of pops from overworked limbs hit his ears and made him frown - she didn't deserve to be this tired, not for this piece of shit apartment. Not for anything.

“I’m serious.” His normal, almost whimsical, tone went with the wind as he sat up a little straighter. He looked over to her with red tinged eyes, fatigued and strained, that swirled with an unforeseen worry.

“So am I.” A curt reply as she locked eyes with him. A realist, maybe a bit pessimistic to some, but the woman grounded herself in reality more than he. Didn't want to waste herself away with thoughts of what could be than what is. What could be was a sham, a figment of imagination she couldn't bear herself to think about often; as the thought of what is yanked her to the very pits of longing that she would later have to tear herself out of. 

“I know where I’d want to go.” A dream he hadn’t told her before, he wished he had the money to surprise her with it. But that day was far off in the distance, a mere glimmer of a memory, and he cracked under the pressure of wanting to share. At least this way, they could experience the dream together.

“Yeah? Where?” She closed her eyes again and let her head fall to his shoulder. 

“I’d want to go to Tokyo.”

She snorted at the thought, “spare me, Hiro, not this shit again.” A half hearted joke that landed a bit on edge, toed the line of snappy through drowsy laced words. A former wish she had heard before from him, a joke to only go to Tokyo to get piss drunk with friends. 

“No, not the bar hopping thing.” He assured and waved off the remark with a small chuckle. 

“Good, because you do that shit with Mattsun here anyway. You don’t need to drag me to Tokyo just for me to babysit you two idiots there.” Babysitting, truly, was an understatement to the woman. The thought made her cringe as she recalled past memories of his dear friend passed out in their bathroom, head in the toilet and completely out cold. 

“I want to take you to Ueno Park to see the cherry blossoms one day.” His voice was a twinge quieter than before, a bit breathless as he couldn’t believe himself for finally saying the dream aloud. Deep brown eyes shifted over to look at the woman, whose head still rested on his shoulder - completely silent.

The comment had her at a lack of words, letting another silence pass by them once more; but it lingered far too long. A silence that, as moments passed, began to have a weight to it and started to suffocate her. Every inhale became shallower than the last, and she couldn’t find it within herself to take a single breath more of the humid, musky air the apartment provided. She felt herself tumble into the gaping hole of wanting, needing, craving - pure, unbridled hunger for more than what is. A ravishing feeling that took her by the shoulders and shoved, falling head first into the empty, hollow feeling of what could be.

What could be was far from reality, what could be couldn’t happen.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked over at him, eyes a bit wider than before and lips parted through means to say something - nothing ever came. “You told me three years ago you wanted to do that.” Quiet words answered her unspoken question and she sucked in a breath. She remembered telling him that vividly, could recall the day to a tee as it held importance to her.

It rained that day, poured down onto the street as they ran back to their shared apartment - a better one than what they had now. Steps taken hastily, hand in hand, as he practically dragged her through the downpour with a laugh. Both forgot an umbrella, so they ran through the rain getting more and more soaked with every step. It wasn’t far from their unit, the pair only went down the street to a convenience store. But the storm they tried to outrun inevitability caught up with them, so the leisurely walk back home turned to a sprint.

Upon their return, they found themselves sprawled out on their bedroom floor. Their clothes drenched from rain and water puddled onto the hardwood underneath them. A silly action, to lay on the floor wet. But neither minded as they giggled and laughed with one another, enjoying the other’s company. 

Strawberry blonde hair stuck to his forehead and he raked a hand through it. A chuckle left his lips from an earlier conversation before he looked over at her once more, “if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?”

“What kind of question is that, Hiro?” A teasing tone laced within her cadence as she locked eyes with him. Bright and hopeful, full of love, and not an ounce of exhaustion swirling within them.

“One that I’m curious about, obviously, so indulge me.” The whimsy in his words was easily apparent, one of which she got used to quickly. And there was a sass in the timbre of his voice that muddled with care, a juxtaposition to his usual standalone brassiness. 

“What’s yours?”

“This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”

He watched the woman smile before she averted her eyes to the ceiling, scrunched her brows in thought a moment before she looked at him once more. “Probably Ueno Park, in April, to see the cherry blossoms.”

“Are you serious? Anywhere in the world, and you want Tokyo?” He never looked away from the woman throughout the conversation, and when she met his gaze once more he smiled. 

“Did you ask just to make fun of me, asshole?”

“No, god no.” He laughed, lips pulling into a silly smile before he took her hand in his own. “I’m just trying to figure out where I should ask you to marry me one day.”

The inescapable feeling of want consumed her, leaving nothing left behind as she was swallowed whole. A swirling sensation in her stomach that sickened her, made her ill to think about too long as all she could do was stare at him. “Takahiro.” Her words fell to a whisper as eyes flickered between his own, desperately trying to gauge the situation but to no avail. “You can’t be serious?”

“As a heart attack, sweetheart.” The smile he had started to falter, and the concern that saturated her eyes made his heart sink. But through that concern, the smallest, most miniscule, glimmer of need shone through. Even through tired, bloodshot eyes and a tinge of cynicism, she wanted the dream just as much as he, if not more.

“Hanamaki,” she breathed. “Be real for a second-” But she was cut off as he turned to face her, the old loveseat squeaking under the shift of weight, and he took her hands in his own

“I am being real, so put that name away.” Erring on defensive, put a care behind it that she couldn't ignore. A rare seriousness in his voice that made her swallow hard. “I’m taking you to see those damn cherry blossoms at some point, and when I do I'm asking you to marry me.” 

She opened her mouth to say something but promptly shut it, not knowing what to say to the man. But she felt as the ravenous feeling turned to a starved, almost primal, one. Felt her stomach twist into knots at the thought - she wanted to swallow the notion completely. Needed to feel the crunch and snap of it in her mouth, wanted her teeth caught in it, needed it to be consumed until nothing was left. She abstained from could be for too long and needed to devour the concept entirely. 

But could be wasn’t what is. What is left a bruise, tender and raw, that left a rotten taste in her mouth. She felt the urge to spit out the thought as it circled within her mind like a vulture, ready to dive within a split second. “But-”

“We will, I swear.” He cut off her protest and squeezed her hand. But to no avail, as she only looked at him with a sense of apprehension.

“But we're-” 

“I know, I know,” he sighed. Brown eyes slid over to the envelopes on the coffee table, bold red letters catching his attention that made him close his eyes. “Believe me, I know.” A disheartening belief that caused him to take a deep breath before opening his eyes again to look at her. He brought a hand to her cheek, pale fingers gently brushed over her skin with a warmth that was inviting, loving, and selfless. He gave her a small, out of sorts, smile, “but I want to do this. For you. For us. Hell, because we deserve to do something nice. I want us to have something to look forward to other than the same, shit ass, walls everyday.” 

She paused a moment, let his words sink in, before she bit down hard on the concept and refused to let go. “Ok,” she nodded carefully. “Alright, we’ll go to Ueno Park one day.” Could be tasted sweet and savory, mouth watering to think about. It eased a craving that deflected from what is - so just this once, she let herself free fall into it. “Do you even have a ring to ask me with?” 

His smile pulled into a grin at her question, and he chuckled. “Would you say yes to a ring pop?”

With a paltry laugh, she leaned into his hand that was still on his cheek. “As long as it's strawberry, then absolutely, you dumbass.”

“Strawberry it is, sweetheart.” 

However, he didn’t really need the sweet, confectionary ring. In one of the many old cardboard boxes within the living area and bedroom that collected dust - a particularly well kept, small box hidden in the back of their tiny, shared closet - was a ring he bought three years ago. Bought shortly after the conversation was had, when he still had the money to stretch. Stuffed between memories that would barely ever see the light of day, because a place like this didn't deserve such warmth.

But the warmth was willingly given anyway, whether the pair knew it or not.

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[muchcelebrated]

PSA: If you loved My Lady Jane you should watch The Artful Dodger! It has immaculate romance and banter and angst and the two leads (Thomas Brodie Sangster and Maia Mitchell) have great chemistry!

It’s got great writing and is a part period drama, part medical drama, part romance, and has heist elements! I also really can’t overstate how great the romance is!

[the-fiction-witch]

Hysteria

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut

I stood kicking and punching my wooden door using every exploitive I know, 

"Father! This is ridiculous!" 

"You're staying in there y/n until the doctor gets here, this has gotten way out of hand"

"You called the doctor!" I yelled kicking the door again 

"See this is exactly why I called him, this is so out of hand y/n you're an emotional madhouse"

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you stopped treating me like a damn infant!"

"Ohh thank goodness your here Dr Dawkins" 

"Y-you called the surgeon!" I yelled

"I'm awfully sorry I know this isn't your area of expertise, but with the other doctor away I really didn't want to wait" 

"Absolutely, it's no problem Mr Y/L/n I'm sure I can do my best to help. Where is she then?"

"Locked in her room"

"I see"

"You keep that bloody butcher away from me!" I yelled 

The door opened and in came Dr Dawkins and my father in tow 

"Please sit down Miss Y/l/n"

"Fine" I pouted sitting on my bed 

"what seems to be the issue?"

Before I could even open my mouth my father spoke up

"Ohh she's been an utterly unruly doctor, shouting and screaming at me, sneaking out alone, causing all sorts of havoc."

"I see... have you been feeling any discomfort?" He asked me 

"other than being treated like a child and being locked in my room"

"Understandable" He nods checking me over a little doing all the usual tests

"I've been reading up on the symptoms I fear it might be... female hysteria" My father whispered almost afraid to say the very word

"Father!" I snapped "I do not have Hysteria!"

"Let the doctor be the judge of that y/n"

"He's not a doctor! He's a bloody butcher!"

"Do you mind giving me some time to examine the patient alone"

"Of course Doctor" 

My father quickly left and I just sat even more annoyed as he shut my bedroom door and continued doing little checks 

"I get the feeling, you don't particularly like me"

"I don't like doctors. nothing against you personally" 

"That's good then, I was worried I'd upset you" He smiled 

"No, I just don't like doctors"

"Any reason why?"

"Not so long ago doctors like you were throwing leaches around and saying girls should keep their legs shut so demons don't possess them through their vaginas. No Offence but I think most doctors are crackpots" 

"To be fair, most of us are" He chuckled "Miss Y/l/n. I'm a surgeon I chop limbs off for a living I'm not surprised people think I'm a crackpot"

"At least your honest about it, You don't really think there's anything wrong with me do you?"

"Well I have to bill your father for something, and he has a point about hysteria." 

"I don't have hysteria" 

"Do you even know what hysteria is?" 

"It's when girls are so emotional"

"No it's a bundle of anxiety and other such troubles that can really cause issues if not dealt with, people just like to yell hysteria because it sounds scary" he explained "Have you been having any headaches? issues sleeping?"

"A little actually"

"See, but it fine very easily fixed up," He says "Will you lie down for me?"

"Alright, but if you pull out a saw I'm kicking you in the crotch" I warn moving to lie on my bed 

"No saw, you just need a little massage that's all" he reassured 

"That does sound nice" I smiled 

"You ready?"

"I guess"

"Good, any discomfort let me know" he smiled setting his left hand on my stomach firmly but not pushing more settled there but firm enough to not move "knees up"

"Are you sure?" 

"Trust me"

"Alright..." I nervously did as he asked putting my knees up and setting my feet on my bed 

"Perfect, now just relax for me" he reassured his right hand touching my ankle and moving up my leg towards my

"Hey!" I said sitting up "What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"It's a normal part of the procedure just stay relaxed okay" He reassured 

"I'm watching you Dr Dawkins" I glared

"I know, you're watching me" he laughed as his hand moved up and softly stroked the lips of my pussy immediately I gasped and glared at him but he merely continued I did my best to just stare up at the ceiling unsure how to feel exactly not being helped by the fact even looking at the ceiling I still saw him in my view loomed over me, as he slipped a finger inside of me it felt so nice his slender strong fingers moving to rub and push gently massaging me from the inside "Everything alright?" 

"Uhh yeah" I nodded sheepishly 

"Good, you have a lot of pressure built up" He says 

"I do?" 

"Yeah I'm gonna have to be a little more aggressive let me know if it's too much okay?" He says his massaging and rubbing now became much harder I did my best to bite my lip and not react to the feeling building between my legs the likes of which I had only really felt in small doses myself now feeling it building without hesitation or my own control, 

"It's fine" I gulped 

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah" I nodded

"It'll all be okay once we get this sorted," He says getting faster even slipping in another finger working them in tandem to send bubbles of pleasure through me by now I was really struggling almost drawing blood from my lip trying not to gasp too much or reveal to him just how much it was making me feel giggly. "Just a little more..." He says his fingers getting more intense 

I gripped my sheets in a death-like grip, my vision flooding with bubbles, my whole body shook, uncontrollably I squealed and even squirted on his hand and the bed as waves of pleasure washed from my curled toes to the very tips of my fingers

"There we go, perfect." he smiled taking his hand away and cleaning it off "That should clean up any potential hysteria but the key is preventative measures and up-to-date treatment" He explained 

"Uhhh okay" I gasped sitting up a little 

"Preventative, gets some sleep. Stay off the sugary treats. and maybe have a day where you loosen your corset a little"

"Okay" I nodded 

"And as far as treatment goes, weekly appointments should curve the hysteria." 

"Weekly?" 

"Yes weekly, I'll handle it till we know when the other doctor is coming back that alright?"

"Yeah that uhh that's fine, so I'll be seeing you every week?" 

"Every week, Pop into my office one day next week so long as that's okay with you?"

"That's fine Dr Dawkins" I blushed "I'll be happy to is uhh Thursday alright" I giggled 

"Thursday is perfect for me," 

"Good," I smiled nuzzling into his neck a little 

"uhh? You wanna get down?"

"Okay" I smiled 

"Alright, here we go" He smiled picking me up and helping me off the bed given my legs were utterly jelly "Now, I'll see you Thursday and I need to let your father know what we've done today"

"Ohh Uhh maybe don't tell my father" I blushed

"I have to bill him for something? Don't worry I'll keep your privacy" he reassured before taking his things "Good evening Miss Y/l/n"

"Good evening Dr Dawkins" I giggled before he left my room and I collapsed back on my bed "Whoa-" 

I smiled climbing into my hot steamy bathtub and letting it relax my body, but I didn't want to waste time grabbing my soap and scrubbing my skin within an inch of its life being a tad more aggressive than I likely needed to be but I wanted to make sure I was lovely and clean. I slowly climbed out and got dry doing my hair in a sweet beautiful style, getting into one of my prettiest day dresses and heading out.

I smiled as I waited patiently doing my best not to bite my lip or seem too excited.

"Ahh there you are Miss y/l/n" The doctor smiled as he came from his office cleaning his hands on a dirty rag "I was wondering when I'd see you" He chuckled "Shall we then?"

"Absolutely Dr Dawkins" I giggled happily following him into the office

"Here we are, up you go," he said tapping the table

"Yes doctor" I smiled climbing up onto the table

"Ohh before I forget," he said grabbing a pillow from his own office chair and giving it a plump before setting it on the table and tapping it invitingly

"Aww How kind of you" I smiled laying down and settling on the pillow

"Well this isn't my usual business so I want to make sure you're comfortable" he smiled "So? All ready?"

"All ready" I smiled

"You mind lifting your dress?"

"Of course sorry" I blushed moving my legs and my dress

"Perfect, It's such a lovely dress I don't want to damage it"

"That's very kind of you doctor" I smiled as I felt his hand moving up my skirt I did my best to bite my lip but not look too eager but the moment his hand made contact I struggled not to moan as his fingers found their way inside me 

"Ohh my, very tense today." He says "You been doing what I recommended?"

"Yes doctor"

"Alright, we'll see how it goes today we might have to give you a few extra appointments"

"More appointments?"

"we might have to."

"Well if you think so doctor" I blushed feeling the intense pleasure from his fingers until I bit my mouth hard gripping the table as I reached my orgasm 

"There we are" He smiled "All done"

"Thank you doctor" I smiled sitting up and doing my best not to turn red 

"Did you want a hand getting down?"

"Yes please" I nodded he happily picked me up letting me nuzzle into his neck as he helped me to my feet 

"There now get yourself home and I'll see you next week"

"Yes doctor" I nodded 

[sotwk]

Happy Birthday to you! Love your campfire party idea! I’d like to request a drabble about Steve Rogers/Captain America.

Thank you so much!

Thank you for the request, @zeldastrife, and for giving me a chance to dream about my favorite superhero of all time! <3 I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you and others will love it just as much. :)

Content/Genre: Marvel; Gen fluffy summer romance

Fireworks

Steve Rogers x Reader

Ever since you were a child, the fireworks show has always been your favorite part of the annual Fourth of July picnic. But now they were merely a convenient cover that allowed you to fixate on the sight you truly wished to openly stare at. 

He must have seen so many firework displays in his long lifetime, and with him being a war veteran (a gross understatement), you wondered if the sound of the roaring, cracking explosions bothered him. But the relaxed expression on his face, tipped toward the brightly, colorfully lit night sky, gave no indication of discomfort. 

Dressed in a plain gray t-shirt, jeans, and a Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap, Steve passed for a run-of-the-mill all-American, allowing him to spend the entire day mingling with the rest of the townsfolk, quietly charming everyone with his gracious, easy manners, but never drawing prolonged attention to himself.

Who would ever expect Captain America to attend a small town, middle-of-nowhere celebration on such a significant holiday? No one would ever believe it, and none of the folks who had looked the living legend right in the face and spent several minutes chatting him up suspected a thing.

You yourself could still barely believe the entire day, or any of the past few weeks that led up to the present moment, was actually real. Steve Rogers was your date. Your love life catapulted from a woeful, lonely drought to dating literally the most perfect man in the entire nation. To think you had nearly turned him down for fear that this was all an elaborate prank or some cosmic joke. But thank God, truly, for the sudden, miraculous ability to not let your deep-seated anxieties get in the way this one time. 

Steve’s renowned bravery was slowly rubbing off you; you could tell. Every moment you spent in his company, you felt yourself becoming more comfortable and confident in your own skin, as though you were learning to see in yourself what he probably saw in you. Good things that he decided were worth his time and interest. 

That courage began to stir and bubble up inside you while you continued to watch Steve watch the fireworks. You knew he was a staunch gentleman, forever rooted in his old-fashioned ways. Four dates in and he's never done anything more than hold your hand or give you gentle hugs. 

He would not like a girl who’s too forward. The brazen courage smothered down the nagging warnings in your head. Or just give it a try, this braver side of you proposed.

You reached across the small distance between you and slipped your hand over his arm, folded across his chest. His intent blue eyes immediately shifted to you, and the smile he gave made your heart stutter.

Before your courage could get snuffed out, you rose on your toes and swiftly planted a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek.

“Happy Birthday, Steve. I hope you had fun today.”

With the daring deed done, your electrified nerves shorted out, and your gaze fell to the ground, heavy with growing shame. Hopefully the memory of that one kiss would be worth it, if this was to be the end. 

His strong hand closed around yours, squeezing gently, returning your strength to you. That hand then shifted to the small of your back, drawing you against him.

“Today was…” His fingers ghosted across your jawline before resting, lingering underneath your chin. Your own hands came up to his chest, your head was spinning and you so badly needed to steady yourself. Suddenly you noticed his heart was racing, pulsing furiously underneath your palm. 

“...perfect.” His chest heaved as he finally finished his sentence, and for a fleeting, ridiculously giddy moment right before he pressed his warm lips on yours, you realized that Captain America had been rendered nervous and breathless. Just for a moment, but it was all because of you.

This limited edition Marvel fic is a gift written as part of SotWK's Summer Campfire Sleepover 2024. (Requests accepted only on July 11-15, 2024.)

[haleyboook]

Sexiest man alive’s photographer wife pt.l

Chris Evans is to be named People’s 2022 sexiest man alive, what he and his wife don’t know is that his photographer for the magazine is his very own wife. Who better to give the smoldering sexy look to than his wife?

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“Yes I am still scrambling around London trying to make it back in time for Miles birthday party. The models I’m dealing with here believe I’m a complete ninny. If only they knew the real stars I’ve photographed. Tell me why I agreed to this shoot again?”

He smiles on the other end of the video chat saying “It was something new. You wanted to broaden your portfolio.”

I grumble saying “Biggest mistake ever. Never let me make another like this okay?”

He chuckles saying “I think you’ve spent too much time in Europe, you’re beginning to speak like them. Ninny? What does that even mean?”

I stifle a laugh saying “Gah.. I’m so sorry. I should be home. With you and Dodger. Not here.”

“Hey, we understand. You’re killing it there and we’re couch potatoes while you’re gone. After shooting I’m exhausted.”

I nod saying “How’s the shooting for the red one going?”

��Good. I love Dwayne. I know I said I didn’t know if he’d be weird but he’s so funny and so nice. You’d love him. You need to meet him soon.”

“I’ll be home soon. And I won’t leave again, for as long as humanly possible.”

He nods saying “Sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

I shake my head saying “You look tired. I am screwing up your sleep routine calling you this late. I hate this stupid time difference.”

He shakes his head saying “I can’t and will not go to sleep until we have our nightly calls. You know that.”

I frown and say “Sometimes I hate my job.”

“But, you love it. You know that.”

I shrug as I feel tears produce, “it’s just so difficult being away from you for so long. I don’t know anyone here. My assistants are French and talk terribly about me to each other. And the models think I’m a servant to them. I miss America. I miss you. I miss home.”

His eyes widen and he says “It’ll be done in no time. We’ll be here, waiting. Just do what you’ve gotta do. I can send Scott over if you’d like. He begs to go to Europe all the time.”

I smile as I wipe my tears saying “If he’s my best bet, yeah. But he’s not my first choice in Evans’ visiting me.”

He nods saying “I know how much you love my mom but I think she’s pretty busy in Boston, even though…”

I laugh through the tears at his efforts to make me feel better, my assistant quickly calls for me as I look to the laptop

“Miss Klava is requesting you to do… your job. No offense.”

I sigh as I look to her saying “Klava was supposed to be on set of the shoot an hour ago. She doesn’t run the show here. Get her in makeup and make her look like she cares to be here. I’ll be there soon enough.”

Quickly she leaves as I groan and Chris mellows as I shake my head saying “They can never not interrupt our alone time, can they?”

He shrugs saying “Big shoot day. I know you need to get out there now.”

I look down to my watch saying “No. No, tell me more about what’s going on with you.”

“I got a call from People magazine actually..”

Klava pushes her way into my room, shouting in a language I don’t understand, pointing towards my laptop and huffing and puffing.

Making a whole tantrum in front of me

I shake my head saying “You should be in hair and makeup! You’re so lucky I don’t find literally any other model to replace you!”

She shakes her head saying “I told you I model best. But you waste time with this! This ridiculous device.”

I look to my laptop screen, seeing Chris’ flushed expression. I glare at Klava saying “You can’t barge into my private office-”

My assistant says “She refuses to go into makeup, she claims she looks perfect as is.”

I sigh saying “Get Rachel, send Klava to Wes while I figure out how yo handle this.”

I look to my laptop saying “I’m sorry, Chris. I will call you later. Alright?”

He nods and says “I love you. Good luck with Klava.”

I smile to him quickly, saying “I love you too. Good luck with shooting.”

“You too.”

The call ends and I spend the rest of the day scrambling around, attempting to position and direct models that are nearly more than a foot taller me in heels to do as I request

I didn’t get around to calling Chris again, but I had enough time to check my email before I ultimately let my head hit my pillow and pass out

A rep from people magazine have reached out, asking for a call to speak about a job offer

I set plans and fall asleep with my phone unplugged and with a low battery

Chris messages me as I sleep, giving me updates throughout his day

Only going through to my dead phone

The sun shines in my face and I abruptly sit up, scrambling to read the time “please don’t be late..”

I look to the clock on the microwave, groaning as I rush out of the room.

Another painful day of dealing with models begins as I plug my phone in, missing my daily call with Chris

Missing the email telling me I would receive a call from People magazine’s Zoe.

Rachel pushes my ringing phone to my ear as it answers “Honey, I know I missed our usual call but-”

“Oh? Sorry, do I have the wrong number?”

I set my camera down, grabbing my phone confused saying “Sorry.. thought you were my husband. My assistant didn’t tell me it was a business call. Who is this?”

“Zoe from People.”

“Oh! Hi, sorry. I’ve been swamped here in London. What can I help you with?”

She cheerily says “As you probably know, People announces the sexiest man alive yearly with a large photo shoot and article. And we need a photographer for this years 2022 sexiest man alive. I’ve been following your work for awhile and wow… you’re work is stunning. My employers and I would like to offer you the job.”

My eyes widen and I say “Who would I be working with? Who won?”

Zoe pauses and says “2022’s sexiest man alive..”

I smile and say “Ah.. so confidential for now. When will the photo shoot take place?”

“Soon, as soon as you have an opening actually.”

Debating taking on more work I say “Who’s in the running for the job besides me?”

Zoe pauses saying “We were hoping it’d be you. We have a few people we’ve used in the past but my boss really enjoyed your photos from the Met gala earlier this year. You took some phenomenal photos.”

I pause and say “I don’t finish this job for another few weeks and I- I need to speak to my husband first before I accept another job.”

“We’d be willing to be flexible with times. And we know the model would be too.”

Looking to the models in front of me I say “Can we shoot in Boston?”

Zoe happily says “Yes, wherever you choose to photograph!”

I nod saying “Alright, I’m in. I just need to reassure my husband. I can just do the editing from this job from home. I’m almost wrapped up here. I will send you some dates that work for me, you pick one and let’s set some solid plans okay?”

“Perfect, I’ll expect your email. Thank you!”

I wrap up the call, dropping my phone and saying “Alright, this is the last day of shooting and none of you will have to hear my harping voice again. Just cooperate with me.”

Sending my unedited shots to my higher ups at the magazine I request finishing the final product in the states

With some convincing it’s approved and I call Chris on my taxi ride to dinner

“Didn’t think you’d get some time away to call me.”

I huff a breath in response saying “Yeah. I didn’t either. From the looks of your texts it sounds like you’re enjoying filming on red one.”

“I’m actually about to go meet someone for breakfast. Would you mind if you just texted me what’s up?”

I pause and mask my voice saying “Yeah of course! I’ll talk to you later.”

I hear a couple different voices in the background, one being Scott shouting “tell her I’m booking my flight immediately!”

I smile and Chris ends the call with a hushed goodbye. I sigh and the taxi driver says “Where to?”

“The airport please.”

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Will Chris’ “psychotic” fans be held responsible for the end of the shitshow?

Recently an article regarding Abba’s near ”abduction” story resurfaced, or I should say was reposted. It seemed pretty random of course. But was it? Because you see, this story hints at an original trauma that she might have suffered as a kid. If you combine this (real or fictitious) traumatic experience with the narrative that Chris’ fans are psychos who really can’t stand to see him in a relationship, well then you have created the perfect storm for their separation. Will that excuse be used to explain their divorce which couldn’t come soon enough by the way? 

So many breadcrumbs pointing to Abba being scared… 

The narrative that Chris’ fans are crazy and don’t want to see him with anyone has been going on for years. His brother Scott alluded to it not so long ago during an interview. Yvette Nicole Brown tweeted about it as well, in a very over-the-top and unhinged way just after Chris and Abba made it official with their first papwalk. So there have been many crumbs pointing to his fans’ problematic behavior being the cause for concerns. And indeed, there have already been several articles pointing to Abba being scared for her safety. Here are a couple of examples.

https://www.thenews.com.pk/amp/1119789-chris-evans-jealous-fans-pose-safety-concerns-for-his-wife-alba-baptista

Recently, that excuse has been used to explain why Abba couldn’t attend an event for Warrior Nun.

We all know of her extraordinary professionalism. She has promoted the show so much so that we can only imagine how terrified and heartbroken she must have felt to turn down this event. (read sarcasm) And it probably explains why she refused to talk to the media at the GQ event. You see she was not being rude and a diva, she was just being shy and afraid…

Also remember during Chris and Abba’s last papwalk when they allegedly had dinner with Rob Pattinson, Suki, Adrien Brody and Harvey Weinstein’s former wife, they were escorted by Guillermo who is Chris’ bodyguard. Sure it was meant to sell that they are a very famous and popular couple but maybe it served another purpose. Maybe it was meant to sell the narrative that she is terrified of Chris’ fans and needs the protection of a bodyguard. So the question remains: will they be blamed for their divorce?

The ending of this shitshow isn’t likely to happen soon…

Crumbs and hints are in place but that doesn’t mean the end of the shitshow is near. In fact, I would be very surprised if he doesn’t mention his “wife” during his next con at Seattle on March 2nd. Indeed this con is overseen by the same company that did C2E2 and NYCC last year, and let’s remember the NY con was used to confirm the 2 kinda of ceremonies and to show off his ill-fitting ring. We can suspect this company is one of their sponsors, just like the jewelry brand or airline company. But I am just speculating. 

It’s safe to assume there will be similar shenanigans in Seattle anyway. Will she actually be there? It’s a real possibility. Especially, since the Oscars’ ceremony is on March 10th. Like for the Golden Globes, it’s a time when celebrities try to be seen. And it will be one of their last occasions to make a splash for a while and have their names in every publication since Chris is supposed to start shooting a new movie in March as well. Unless we get pap pics of them on his movie set. They haven’t done it yet and it would be another box to check off in their PR games.  

The manufactured psychotic fans…

For sure there are some crazy fans out there. But I have little doubt as well that most of his crazy fans act this way on purpose because there are plants on the payroll. Even recently, we have seen a ridiculous fake drama around Dodger. An account even published an old picture of Dodger at Daycare. So this mod either hacked into the security cameras of the dog daycare center 6 years ago. Or by some off chance, a crazy stalker fan who worked at that center leaked that pic and sent it to that mod? I should probably specify that this account also got the exclusive (and very believable) story that Renner and Hemsworth told two strangers that they were in Boston for Chris’ wedding. Obviously the most logical explanation is that this blog was fed real info (and that pic) by his team or is working directly for his team. But officially they will pass as crazy fans who crossed the line… And this narrative has proved quite useful in the past.

Playing the victim card is unlikely to get them any sympathy… 

I personally think that this strategy won’t benefit either of them. 

Particularly Abba. First of all, people are unlikely to believe she needs protection because nobody knows her in the first place. We all remember that ridiculous cringe moment at the Ghosted premiere where a paid actor pretended to be her fan and screamed her name. Also and I don’t mean any disrespect but she is not only unknown to the public but she is also totally unremarkable. She is so unremarkable in fact that when that influencer got the video of them at Walt Disney (the video where you can hear the influencer say at the end: “got it”) she had a pic of Abba’s back tattoo on her screen to make sure she recognized her. 

As for Chris, blaming his fans for the end of this shitshow is unlikely to gain him any sympathy either. We have seen so many fan pages disappear, so many fans leave. He has alienated so many loyal fans and a part of the general public with this relationship that isn’t on brand for him. It wouldn’t be wise to alienate the fans that have stuck around. 

Also playing the victim card is just not as popular as it once was. First of all, most normal people have troubles feeling sorry for out of touch celebrities. And why should they? They live in the real world and have real problems. Like having to hold on to their low-paying job, to take care of their kids or to put food on the table. Look at Harry and Meghan. Most people can’t stand them anymore. So Chris’ team would be wise to look for another exit strategy. They have time…

[zumicho]

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if you weren’t on this list know I love you !! I just have bad memory <3 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER !!

@causenessus was the first mutual on this blog I actually talked to / interacted with and her tags for white denim overalls really solidified the fact that I wanted to be part of this community <3 ily ness !!!! anon you didn’t ask but I’m going to list my favorite works from these people too lol

new grounds I think about every 4 business days, and how they comfort you (I’m definitely biased) is so well written and heartfelt !!

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@/yenonoff is on a hiatus and I don’t want to bother her but she’s a great rec if u like haikyuu AND eye candy when u read. her blog is just so nice to look at and i miss her terribly

not being on this does NOT mean I don’t like u pleaaaase know I love all of my mutuals dearly n cherish every interaction I have with u all

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Pat Benatar - Hit me with your best shot

SORRY this took FOREVER! Like literal months, but I'm thankfully writing again :')

Hit me with your best shot!

Dodger stadium, 1990, world series, the sun is high, the bleachers are full of cheering fans, and the next batter up is none other than the legendary, the astounding, the handsome Steve motherfucking Harrington! The ladies in the stands scream and faint from lust for his rock hard abs and bulging biceps, and the guys cheer him on in high admiration of his raw talent.

The pitcher throws the ball, this is it, one home run and they'll be the champions of the games! All games! No one can deny their extraordinarily talented star of the show. Everyone cheers his name! “Harrington! Harrington! Harrington!”

Time slows as he swings the bat, hands tight around the wood, and–

An alarm rings.

-

It's 1984. The place is Hawkins, Indiana, and Steve is abruptly awoken by his alarm. He sits up, slams the button on his clock so it'll shut the fuck up, and with an exhausted and irked groan, starts his day.

It's the usual, uneventful routine he goes through every day. Toothbrush, shower, hair dryer, hair spray, oatmeal, school.

He endures the torture of school work which he is too stupid to understand, the popular keg king/arch rival teasing and bullying him, and beyond shitty cafeteria food that smells like a trashcan. All for the sake of baseball training.

Now Steve may not be the star he dreams to be, Billy fucking Hargrove has that honor. His pitches are legendarily hard to hit, and Steve has failed more than a few of them, but when they play other teams he has perfected the timing of any throw wishing to become foul. And honestly? He. Is. Enraged. Of course he can't fucking focus when Billy is out there, teasing him with that disgusting tongue peeking out, jeering him about having a weak arm, calling him pretty boy and God knows what else. Steve can only hope that their coach understands the issue, even though he's seemingly not willing to change anything about it.

“Come on, pretty boy!” Billy shouts from the mound. “Hit me with your best shot.”

And the brunette is practically seething at all of Billy. His slimy grin, his golden curls, how stylish he looks in that uniform. Every last fucking bit.

So he taps the plate with his bat for good luck, chokes the bat, and settles into his stance. “We don't got all day, Hargrove!” he shouts at the sun kissed pitcher.

Who winds up, arm back, eyes sharp, and the ball flies toward Steve.

There's barely time to think with a fast ball coming towards him, and with the insurmountable distraction Billy is as always, Steve blinks once, swings, and off the ball goes with a loud, thunderous crack. 

And it doesn't stop. Everyone else does, no one runs, they all just stare at the ball as it flies like a shooting star out of the park.

It's a fucking homerun.

Steve looks at Billy and Billy looks at Steve. They're both astounded, mouths agape and eyes wide, then there's a little quirk in Billy's lip, visible even from this distance. A smile, an honest to god actual smile. Is he… impressed? 

“Yes! Harrington!” he shouts and walks toward him with lengthy steps.

Steve's paralyzed from the unexpected cheering, barely breathing or blinking, and he doesn't move till Billy grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him.

“That shit?” Billy points in the direction of the ball. “That'll take us to state! Nice going, princess.” And he claps Steve a bit too hard on the back before going straight back to his spot on the mound. “Again!”

-

Except it doesn't happen again. He hits most of the balls but that homerun was one in a million at least. 

“That was one hell of a shot there, Stevie boy,” Billy compliments for a thousandths time, and it still sits weird with Steve. He's never this… “nice”.

They're in the locker room now, alone, everyone else was quick to leave for the weekend. Billy's sitting in only his towel, legs spread wide on one of the benches, looking to Steve.

“Yeah, so you've said.”

“Don't be so pissy, you did good today, really good.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I'm just trying to be nice, you see, I think that with some more practice, you'll be able to hit any ball coming at you.”

“What do you know about battering? Stay in your lane, Hargrove.”

“Jesus, what the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”

Steve turns his back to him, messing around in the locker. “You're really wondering why I, the guy you bully and tease, might be on high alert around you?”

A hand slams against the lockers, and Steve has barely got room to turn around in place. Billy's so close his breath tingles across Steve's face, and the brunette is once again frozen. 

“All I'm saying is…” Billy's eyes are dark and low, gazing at Steve's lips, then up to meet his eyes. He then grabs the pretty boy gently by the chin, a barely there touch. “I think you can do better, be better, and I want to help you reach your full potential.”

Steve is speechless, his mind a haze because Billy is standing so close Steve can feel his body heat and practically taste his cologne.

“So…” Billy removes himself from Steve's presence, and like a magnet Steve follows along for just a second before catching himself in it. “If you want to become an all star hitter, take us to state, maybe end up in Dodgers stadium one day, win the Commissioner's Trophy, meet me tomorrow out in the field.”

-

Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to Steve about becoming better at something he's already excellent at. What's there to do? He's in top shape, hits the most balls out of all the players on their team, what more could Billy want from him?

He's lying in bed, raging just a little over the audacity of that blonde asshole who thinks that he's the best there is. Steve should show him off, go to the field tomorrow and prove that he's all he thinks he is, and all Billy should think so, too. He doesn't need help getting where he's going, and he needs to tell Billy that.

So he's here, Saturday morning, on the field, waiting. 

And waiting.

And waiting.

Was it just a joke? A prank? Billy teasing him about his dreams and goals in life, make him feel shitty because that is what Billy does-

Oh, there he is, approaching from the direction of the parking place.

“You're late,” Steve says with his arms crossed.

“Easy now, princess,” Billy drawls with a butter smooth smile. “Didn't think you'd be so eager.”

“Let's just get it over with, yeah?”

“Yeah yeah. First, we take a lap, warm up some, can't have the star players pull anything and leave us a man short.” And Billy takes off running, looking back at Steve who's a bit slow to catch up, tired still from waking up so early, but he makes it there.

They don't speak, nothing to say really. Besides baseball they have nothing in common, nor does Steve really want to talk to Billy. He's just here for training. But of course nothing is ever just that easy, right? As Steve wakes up, becomes fresher in the mind, he runs faster, getting ahead of Billy, who in turn then gains speed till he's in the lead, and just like that, it's a race. Setting into a sprint, they run side by side, exchanging first place as one pushes past the other, sweat building up, breathing becomes heavy.

Alas, in the end, Billy crosses the finish line first, and he raises his fists into the air with a loud “WHOO!” 

Another thing for him to lord over Steve, who expects the bragging to commence post haste, but no, Billy smiles like he did yesterday, honestly and happily.

“So, you all warmed up?”

Steve stands bent over, hands on his knees, panting. “Y-yeah, yeah I'm good to go.”

-

How they wound up spending hours upon hours playing and training without really talking past “Good shot!” or even a “Nice throw!” is beyond Steve, but… it was actually kind of… nice.

Nice enough for him to also show up Sunday, too.

And the next weekend as well.

Eventually they start hanging out after school hours, just throwing the ball back and forth, neither of them wanting to head home because there's nothing there for them. Outside of school and the few dates they both go on, maybe a party or two, there's nothing for them in Hawkins. At least that's something they have in common.

Which is why training is so important, or has become important. They need to win state, get picked up by some talent scouts, get out of here. Become someone important. Someone noticeable.

-

“You going to Tracy's tonight?”

It's Saturday afternoon, they're sitting on the bleachers with a towel each to wipe off sweat from today's training. Billy wanted to stop early so he can get ready for the party which apparently takes hours.

“Wasn't planning to, why?” Steve is trying to tune down on all the random fucking and partying, what if he does something actually scandalous that could ruin his career down the road.

“The entire team is going, thought it'd be good for camaraderie. You should come by.” Billy's not meeting his gaze as Steve looks to him.

“I'll think about it.” Maybe one more party won't hurt.

-

But once he's there, at Tracy's place when night arrives, he's… hesitant. There's no real reason as to why; he's not anxious or apprehensive about anything, but something feels… off about everything, about Billy being the one to invite him.

“What you waiting for, amigo?” Billy appears as out of nowhere, Steve hadn't even heard the Camaro. 

And he's only a little startled by the hand on the lower end of his back.

“Let's go in, have fun, play seven minutes in heaven or something with some pretty girls.”

“Billy.”

“What?” His smile falters at the graveness of Steve's tone.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“What do you mean-”

“You can't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. Why the sudden change of heart?”

The blonde lets out an incredulous huff of a laugh. “Listen, Harrington, let's just go inside, get a few drinks, and then maybe I'll tell you, yeah?”

Fine, if it'll make him talk, then Steve can handle a drink or two.

-

Or so he thought. Maybe it's been too long since he last drank, his tolerance must have gone down, because the room is spinning and he can feel how he slurs his speech as he says,

“Okay, we've had some drinks… now talk.”

He's too drunk to read Billy's facial expression, but if he was to guess, it definitely isn't happy. Worried, perhaps? And he doesn't respond at first, he simply grabs Steve by the wrist and pulls him along through what feels like dimensions and thick air and too many rooms until they land in one with the lights off.

Steve can see shit all, but as he feels around the room, he's pretty sure he's touching a bed. “Where are we?”

“Someone's bedroom, it doesn't matter, just sit down and, uhh, get comfortable.”

“I'm comfortable, I'm good, just talk. Spill the beans!”

The music is drowned out by an uproarious sound as Billy, somewhere in the dark, laughs. “Spill the beans?? Sure, grandpa.”

The mattress dips next to Steve, and although he can't see much in the dark, he can sense Billy's presence, his gaze, his body heat even without touch.

“Now, I need you to promise me you won't freak out, okay?”

“Yeah yeah, like anything you have to say now is any worse than what you've said in the past.”

“Steve.”

“Yeah?” He turns his head toward where Billy is, and immediately feels his breath against his own lips.

“Don't. Freak… out,” the blonde whispers, and leans in.

And their lips touch.

And Steve doesn't freak out, just like promised. But he also doesn't engage with the kiss, because he's confused, and doesn't know what to do or say, or if he should even do or say anything. 

And then it stops, and Steve… misses it.

“You ok?” Billy asks all tender and caring; it makes Steve's head spin even worse.

“Why… did you do that?”

“Because I like you, and I have for a long time.”

“You can't…”

“I know, it isn't right, but I… I needed to tell you, needed to get it out before it ate me up alive.”

“Billy… this isn’t fair.”

“I know,” Billy huffs out.

“You have a-a long history of breaking little hearts like the one in me.”

“I know!” The bed creaks as the blonde stands up, sounding irritated, but Steve doesn’t feel like it’s aimed at him. “But Steve, don’t you see, I want to change- I’m willing to try! For you…”

Silence falls over the two as Steve thinks hard and loud inside his slurry of a brain. He might be too drunk to believe this but it makes sort of sense. Billy the bully wants to mend things, and if he’s honest, why not let him try?

“Okay then,” Steve says a little too loud and stands up.

“Okay what?” Billy stares, he can feel it.

Steve reaches out and fumbles through the air till he finds Billy’s shoulder, lets his hand glide down to grab the other's. “Let’s try.”

[theramseyloft]

I’d LOVEEEE to hear about Dodger and Alex’s line! I’m super interested in the contributions of captive “ex ferals” in a companion/therapy program

This ask vanished earlier, but now it's back!

Thanks, Tumblr...

Anyway!

Alex

and Dodger

came from Macon Ga, where they were rescued from a billboard by one of the workers hired to break it down.

Who found them jarred from destroyed nests after it came down.

They were nearly weaned, but not able to fly just yet, and ended up severely traumatized by their rescue.

Dodger, the hen, was actually the oldest.

Alex was younger by about a week, which was how I worked out that they aren't nest mates.

Their first two clutches were infertile and rotten, respectively. First egg infertile, second egg fertile, but failed to develop past the first few days.

They were flighty birds, easily startled off nest.

Dio was the first successful baby they had.

Very bright, excessively sweet tempered velcro bird that could have been mistaken for an imprint.

Because she was so clingy, she was adopted out instead of remaining in the program, tempted though I was.

Reo was very slow to develop.

He was one of the peeps I mentioned in a previous post who was too immunocompromised for vaccinations.

I waited until he was nine weeks old to administer them, and that was not long enough.

Murine was practically the perfect bird.

Because he was raised in a safe environment where he had plenty to eat and drink and never had to fear any kind of predator, all the intelligence that Ferals usually have to put towards learning what to watch out for and how to evade efficiently got put towards learning what my behaviors and communication went and how to interact with me.

He was very fast, but instead of being flighty, he was energetic and playful; curious and clever and interested in everything I was doing.

And instead of imprinting on me, he was interested in the hens and social structure for the flock like a healthy, mentally stable pigeon naturally would be.

He paired up with

Ibis: Lucerne x American Show Racer, bred by Mellifex Loft.

Who was every bit as sweet as that face suggests!

A completely shameless cuddle bug.

She was such a strong contender for house bird before we decided to bring Bird-Bird in that she almost didn't join the program at all.

She remained her wonderfully sweet tempered self regardless of where she was or what was going on.

They threw me

Sikku, who ended up being very nervous by nature.

And my big, beautiful boy Ninka, who I kept because his was the mellower temperament of the two.

Sikku and Ninka were some of the last babies to be hatched before we closed, in the worst year the loft has ever had.

This family line has been an object lesson in nature vs. nurture.

Murine hatched in probably the best year we ever had.

He was out of feral parents who were both just unspeakably skittish, so he absolutely had the genetics and upbringing to be wildly flighty and terrified of everything.

But because there were about the number of birds the loft could comfortably house, with babies going home pretty much as soon as they hit nine weeks, and I was in good enough health to easily keep up with tending them, none of the flock had to worry about scarcity or social pressures and he never developed any of the skittishness to which ferals, performers, and field birds are prone.

The keen intelligence and inquisitiveness that keeps ferals alive really got to shine through this one, unimprinted individual, unhindered by the genetics he received to be flighty and skittish.

The mate he took could not possibly have been more ideal for passing on the genes conducive to an even sweeter temperament.

But because those babies hatched when the loft was overcrowded and I was really starting to physically and mentally struggle, the temperament they developed being only about half as skittish as their feral grand parents straight off the street is a real testament to Ibis' genetic contribution.

[smudged-red-ink]

Okay but an Artful Dodger Season 2 would actually be so good. I'm not just saying that because I'm obsessed--there's actually so much good plot stuff here to work with.

Season 1 was pretty good, but had its flaws. Here's how Season 2 can be perfect:

Fagin and Jack's reputations are ruined so they have to run away to sea before the gaines' replacement hangs Jack. Jack can relive his navy surgeon days and re-meet up with the original captain who saw his potential. Then Fagin and the navy officer can have a father v. father square up that represents Jack's ongoing internal moral dilema of criminal verses gentleman.

Jack gets to improvise surgeries on the go, all the while missing how Belle helped him prepare.

Back home, Belle is running the hospital on her own, complete with the woman's ward she invisioned in the first season. Her first scene is identical to Jack's introduction, where she opperates on a patient in front of an enthusiastic crowd. BUT then a patient actually dies, and she has to learn that it's not about the glory, it's about caring for the person. She's exploring the theme that Jack brought up in S1 about the consequences of playing God. (i wanted more development for Belle. She came off just a touch sheltered rich girl, and this responsibility could really break her out of it.)

Also, Fanny is finally falling in love with someone legit, and Belle is watching. And remembering.

Jack and Fagin get to back to London where everyone's favorite piece of wet lettuce is waiting. Oliver's out to get them hanged, and they have to find out how to discredit him. They get the rest of Fagin's grown up gang back together to take him down. Jack gets some great bonding moments with his old buddies.

Simultaniously, Jack has to pose in high london society to get to Oliver. No one trusts him as a doctor bc he can't read, but he gradudually shows them how brilliant he is by saving important people's lives.

Okay and then somewhere along the line either the fight between Oliver and Jack is moved back to the colony or Belle comes to London (maybe to learn some more surgery or something? idk). The point is that they have a dramatic getting back together. There's a great showdown with Oliver at the end in which Jack chooses the high road for good. But also Oliver gets discredited and robbed.

These plot lines are spaced appropriately and cleaned up all pretty. And of course there's a lot of Fagin/Dodge and Belle/Dodge banter, medical emergencies, possible sword fighting, and bloodstained sleeves.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Love Lessons - Part Two

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Best Friend! Reader, Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Being an associate producer was never the goal but the stepping stone to be a writer. So when you work for Jimmy Fallon, you never know what will happen.  Or who you will meet...

Warnings: Language, Alcohol use

Song: Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (performed by Mary Lambert)

Part 2 of 3 Part 1 Here

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One year later 

It’s been a year since Sebastian had meet you and found out about your relationship with Chris. Sebastian had dumped Alejandra the next night after she had insulted you. But there was nothing he could do about your relationship with Chris. Chris was head over heels in love. It was sweet really. While Chris traveled, he asked Seb to keep an eye on you. “Don’t want anyone trying to steal my girl,” he said with a wink. If only he knew how much Sebastian himself wanted his girl.  

But as time went on, he got to know you better. You became one of his best friends. You talked about everything with him.  

“Should I get a tattoo?” 

Sebastian looked up from the book he was reading. “YN, what?” 

“A tattoo. I think I want to get one.”  

“Since when?” 

“Since a couple of days ago. What do you think?”  

“I think for a girl with a low pain tolerance that’s a stupid idea.”  

“Chris has them,” you said pointedly.  

“Chris could probably get stabbed and walk around for a few days before it would bother him. I pinch you too hard and you cry for days.”  

“That’s rude.”  

“That’s the truth softy. Pick something else that’s destructive but will not cause me to have to explain to your boyfriend why you’re crying so much.”  

That’s how you ended up with pink streaks in your hair that Chris was ok with.  

Everyday it was a random conversation either in the phone or by text. Your texts were the highlight of his day.  They never failed to make him smile.  

YN: is it true that you made out with a guy  S: yes for a show  YN: which show  S: there are a couple but I guess Political Animals  YN: ok :)  S: what are you doing  YN: purchasing it  S: no wait  YN: too late. I’ll be back  S: YN I swear…  YN: you look good. So young. What happened  S: I hate you  YN: you love me 

S: whatever 

But it was the truth he loved you. Every day he fell more and more in love. You were perfect. But you were not his.  

You took vacations together, you, Chris and Sebastian.  Usually joined with a girl Sebastian might be dating or with Anthony or Scott.  You and a bunch of guys.  You fit right in, never cramping their style, staying on Chris’s lap when they wanted to pick up chicks or in Scott’s case, another guy.  You had actually introduced Scott to Steve, and it made you happy to see Scott so happy.  

Sebastian tried to date.  He really did.  But no one compared to you.  Your sweet disposition, your sassy side, your natural beauty.  He had tasted your cooking and baking, understand now why Chris had to work out so much. You were scared of lightening and spiders, sometimes forcing Sebastian to come over and take care of you, even at 3 AM. He got to practice his Romanian with you, watching you crinkle your nose when you tried to think of the right word. You cared for Dodger as if he was your child, you loved your friends as much as your own family since you had no siblings.  The Evans fit the mold you needed.  In his eyes, you were perfect.  And yes, still unattainable. 

It didn’t stop him from hanging with you as much as possible.  So much that it caused trouble for you in the press. One day Chris called Sebastian pissed off. “What are you playing at Stan?”  

“What are you talking about?” 

“The pictures!” 

“What pictures?” 

“Of you and YN at that restaurant! You’re holding her hand looking pretty intimate.” 

Sebastian thought back.  It was the day your grandmother had died.  You were unable to head home to Seattle right away and Chris immediately jumped on a flight to be with you.  But while you waited, Sebastian had taken you to a café to get a drink and try to remain calm.  He held your hand while you leaned into him, taking comfort in your best friend.   

“Chris, relax. That was the same day as her grandmother passing. You were still flying in and she needed a pick me up.”  

He could hear Chris taking a breath. “I’m sorry.”  

“It’s ok. I know it looks bad but I promise nothing happened.”  

“I know. I trust you. I’m sorry. I’m just scared of losing her.”  

“Hey, won’t be because of me.”  

Famous last words spoken. Especially when the photos of Chris and Lily James hit the gossip sites. The photos were innocent really.  Just two friends hanging out. Of course, the media blew it out of proportion speculating that you and Chris were done.  

Sebastian read the articles and was picking up the phone to call you when there was a knock on the door. He got up and answered. “YN?”  

“Hi. Can I come in?” Your eyes and nose were red. Your posture defeated.  

“Yes of course.” He ushered you in and you sat on the couch. “Are you ok?” 

You shook your head. “I don’t know how to feel right now.”  

“Have you talked to Chris?”  

“He’s on a plane right now. I don’t know if he knows about the pictures.  I didn’t want to be home and alone right now.”  

“Are you going to talk to him?” 

You shrug unsure of what you wanted to do. The photos hurt even if he didn’t do anything.  The rumors were enough to leave you doubting.  

Sebastian sat next to you and took your hand. “YN, sweetie he would never do anything to hurt you. He loves you.”  

“He’s always gone. More now than ever.”  

“He’s working. It happens.”  

You curled into Sebastian, and he wrapped his arms around you as you cried. This was his chance. He could break you up and be there for you. But he couldn’t. You were still very much in love with his best friend.  

Love lesson #3: Don’t covet something you know you can’t have. It just leads to more heart break.  

The phone rang and you looked to see it was Chris. “I don’t want to answer.”  

“YN, you have to.  He’s got to be flipping out.”  

You sighed and picked up the phone. “Hi Chris… no I’m not… too many paps… at Seb’s… because I needed a friend… you’re never here Chris… well sorry but it hurt to see you with another woman… whatever Chris… fine… I said fine I’ll be there… ok bye.”  You hung up without telling him that you loved him. You looked at Sebastian. “He wants to meet for dinner.”  

“Good. Just give him a chance.” Sebastian smiled hiding his own heartbreak.  

You called Sebastian the day after. Chris had explained that they were just hanging out and nothing happened. You trusted him. And life moved on.  

You decided to move to Boston when Sebastian had to be in Los Angeles for his new show. You had started working for NBC as a writer, your dream job, so it was no longer necessary to stay in New York.  And you didn’t want to be in the city alone when Chris was away, so Chris asked you to move in.  That last day, you took Sebastian to the airport.  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you said with a smile.  

“So, I’ll be stuck in the house doing nothing then,” he replied with a smirk.  

“Asshole,” you said with a smile.  

“Brat.” 

Your smile fell. “I’ll miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you too. Have fun in Boston. Call me. Any time.” 

“I will. Love you Seb.”  

“Love you YN.”  

It was weird to be away from each other, but Sebastian still talked to you every day. He sent pictures of his fake tattoos one day.  

S: got tattoos before you did.   YN: no fair! Those real?  S: YN really?  YN: fine. I guess I could get them like you  S: what does Chris think of your tattoo idea  YN: his exact words were ‘babe you’ll cry and then hate me for letting you get one’  S: called it.   YN: hate you  S: love you too 

Sebastian had fun getting to know the crew and cast. He and Lily had good chemistry which considering all the sex scenes they had to film, that was good.  They talked in between takes.  

One day he got a message from you.  

YN: need to tell you something  S: what  YN: I miss you so much that Chris and I are coming out in a couple of weeks to visit  S: cool. I miss you. You can meet Lily.  

He could see your eye roll.  

S: if you trust him this shouldn’t be an issue  YN: fine. But only because I trust the both of you.  

Sebastian came up smiling.  Lily took notice. “What’s got you all happy?”  

“My best friends are coming for a visit. You’ve met Chris?” She nodded. “Him and his girlfriend, YN, are coming down. Haven’t seen them in a few months.”  

“He’s still with her?” Lily made a face.  

“What’s with the face?”  

“He made it seem like they were in the verge of breaking up. Only reason I went down on him.” She shrugged.  

Sebastian looked at her dead face. “What did you say?”  

“Yeah, in London. Had I known they were serious I would have walked away. That explains why he never called.”  She popped her gum. “Gotta get to makeup. See you.” She walked off.  

Sebastian held onto the trailer side. No. This couldn’t be happening. Chris said nothing happened. He reached for his phone to call him, but he stopped. He knew Lily liked to deadpan jokes. This has to be one of those times.  

He avoided your calls as much as he could sticking to texts, so it was easier to lie. Why break your heart if there was no proof. He hadn’t talked to Chris so there was no way to know.  

Two weeks later and he was waiting at arrivals for you and Chris.  He had flowers for you, and he rocked on his heels. Finally, he saw the broad shoulders of Chris come through, so he only had to look down to see you next to him.   

When you spotted him, you squealed and ran towards him. He caught you when you jumped and swung you around. Chris watched with an amused face at the reunion.  “Seb!” You cried hugging him tight.  

“YN! Chris! Missed you guys!”  

You bounced on the floor. “Ok why did you give her sugar?” Sebastian asked Chris earning him a classic Chris Evans laugh.  

“She’s excited all on her own.”  

“I am!” You said as you danced around them.  “Seb, Chris proposed!”  You flashed the princess cut diamond on your hand.  

Sebastian swallowed and forced his smile. “That’s amazing guys! Congratulations!”  He hugged Chris first and then you.  His heart broke. You were going to marry an unfaithful man.  

Love lesson #4: always be honest with the ones you love 

Final lessons are next... Part 3

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[richeeduvie]

Baby and Baby jr being huge Yankee fans (Baby jr barely knows what's going on but is so passionate cause her mommy is) and Roman just watching them cool off from a far during these two losses cause they get a bit scary😤

Or maybe they even go to the world series game and watch from a box Roman doesn't want anyone else in😍🫶

(I'm a LA girly so LETS GO DODGERS💪💪💪💪)

(BOO YORK💪💪💪💪)

(Love you tho💖)

It's okay, lol; the Yankees did not deserve to win this year as much as I hoped they would. I hope this actually makes Yankees management realize how bad of a manager Aaron Boone is so they can fire him, and maybe this will make Aaron Judge WAKE UP LIKE CMON. YOU ARE RUINING THIS FOR STANTON AND JAZZ. They just gotta hope Juan Soto stays....anyways- Baby would see the 2024 world series game 2 and know to not turn the TV onto baseball, wait til next year to avoid embarrassment.

The thing is, Baby would've definitely grown up through Derek Jeter's rookie years and watched him become a superstar. I bet she had a suite Kendall bought out for her at the game he basically folded into the stands to catch a ball for a perfect out. I'm sure Roman (and Kendall) was jealous of Baby...being an average Yankees fan and admiring a player New York loves.

Baby Jr's giggling.

"He got more bald as he got better! So cool."

"Exactly. You got it."

The little girl loves her Jeter Jersey. Roman's...not happy with it, but she looks perfectly amazing and beautiful and like the angel that is his daughter in the pinstripes, so it's whatever. And she gets this scrunched-up little face with clenched fists every time Baby gets angry at a call, error, or loss of her team.

"Ah!"

"...Look what you're doing, fueling our daughter's cherubic rage."

Roman kisses her little cheek, her face gets a little less scrunched.

"Absolutely fucking perfect. Tell me when this is done so I don't accidentally breathe wrong and you end up collapsing my lung with your Yankees pen."

Roman takes to kissing Baby's cheek too. He just hopes he'll be able to bite it off later when she stops being so intense with fat-assed men playing with their balls.

[muchcelebrated]

Rewatching The Artful Dodger and god the opening scene is just so electric.

Like the slow zoom in of the doors to the surgical theatre with the light coming through between them and the growing chants of the audience. The cut to the ship Jack is on with the electric guitar from Joker and the Thief coming in and the zoom in through the window to the scene where Jack is gambling. The contrast and cuts between the two representing Jack’s two sides? It’s perfection.

[the-fiction-witch]

Married Woman

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flity AF + Mild Smut

Requested: So I was listening to the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift and I was thinking maybe you could make a story based on the song where y/n was forced to marry Sneed and they are engaged but she meets Jack and they have a secret affair but eventually they're caught.

I sat in my most prettiest dress, brushing my hair and making sure to give my body a good spritz of my sweet perfume, today was to be a red-letter day in my life as I was to meet the man who would take me as his bride. I had all been arranged by my parents and I didn't even know his name. But such is the way which things like this. I was lucky to even get an engagement as many would simply be put in a dress dragged to the church and married off without much of a word. At least we were to be engaged for a few months, Once I was done my mother came to collect me and we went and waited by the door I felt uncomfortable, I felt tight, frilly and itchy I wanted nothing more than to get back into my usual dress. 

Soon enough a carriage arrived, 

And Out climbed a tall but slimy man with facial hair and a slicked-back cut of black hair, my thought upon looking at him was,

Well. I could do worse. 

"Ahh perfect, perfect let's begin introductions." My mother said with a giddy smile, "Dr Rainsford Sneed, we proudly present our daughter Y/n Y/l/n." She smiled bringing me forward, "Y/n this is Dr Sneed you're engagement."

"Charmed," I said offering my hand, he took it and gave my hand a small kiss.

"I must say you are far more beautiful than I had been told."

"Yes, well... best be getting on," I said leading him into the parlour, my mother sat excitedly and my father drank with him, I felt like an extra to the conversation very rarely if ever contributing. 

"Well, we best leave the newly's to their discussions," My mother smiled taking my father away and leaving Rainsford and me to ourselves.

For a moment we didn't speak. 

"You're career?"

"Doctor Miss Y/n."

"General?"

"General and Surgery as I am required, I am shaping up to be head surgeon down the line." He said, "You work?"

"Yes, Tailor's clerk."

"Ohh, Well we can nip that in the bud."

"Excuse me?"

"No wife of mine shall work. I will keep you in the matter of good grace my dear you need not to work."

"I see." I nodded, I couldn't exactly argue with him and I'm sure many girls would adore being told they didn't have to work anymore, I just happened not to be one of them, "And My role will be?"

"Child rasing, and homemaking."

"I see, you expect children from me?"

"I do."

"Understood." I nodded, "You have interests outside the medical?"

"Nutmeg."

"In baking?"

"Business actually, the family fortune runs on the stuff, soon it shall be our livelihood."

"I thought you were going to be a head surgeon?"

"I am to have both, we shall build a fine life together." He said kissing my hand,

I didn't like it but, with a husband, who wanted children, and who would keep me stable and steady, I suppose it is best just not to argue.

"You find this agreeable Y/n?"

"I suppose I do, Rainsford." I nodded, 

I sat in the garden watching the ducks on the pond using all my might not to sigh from the utter boredom. I know many women would find the mere act of sitting and listening to a man talk exciting but I just find Sneed boring, and he much found me the same. But it's not like we have a choice. I can't deny he is... somewhat handsome but I had always hoped to have a husband more than just handsome. Someone interesting, entertaining, amusing and so far Rainsford had failed in these departments. 

For a moment I pondered that this would be my life, 

How frighteningly dull. 

"Everything Alright Y/n?"

"Fine Rainsford."

"You busy imagining?"

"Yes, I suppose so,"

"Oh? you picturing our marriage?"

"Indeed I am,"

"How sweet, you must be so excited." he smiled kissing my hand,

"...Yes, so excited." I lied.

I took myself a stroll parasol in hand to the Port Victory Royal Hospital, I wasn't thrilled about it but I had to keep up appearances, I suppose Rainsford and I would never get more affectionate or accustomed to one another without us at least putting the work in to try. I ushered myself up the steps and into the main entryway, I wasn't sure where to go and I didn't want to ask in case I would be interrupting his business so I merely waited hoping he would perhaps pass by. 

"Somethin' you wanted Miss?" A voice spoke up, 

I looked over towards the ward and saw a man. 

He stood leaning on the wall, in a pair of rather high brown trousers, a white shirt with dirty billowing sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a washed-out blue waistcoat and green tie, his hair fluffy, dirty pushed over to one side, his hands in his pockets giving me a look. 

I had to admit... I looked longer than an engaged girl should,

But I mean... Whoa... that is a gorgeous man. 

But I'm getting married not buried. 

I'm not married to Rainsford yet I can look, just nothing more than look.

all though I did have to roll my eyes a little, "Something that I wanted." I corrected, "No thank you, sir."

"You sure? People don't often linger in hospital."

"In the hospital." I corrected, "But no I'm waiting for someone."

"Ahh... You waiting for your husband?"

"He will be my husband."

For a moment his chocolate eyes looked me up and down with a flirtatious grin, 

"Yes?"

"No..." He smirked, "No, way in bloody hell..."

"Something bothering you sir?"

"You can't be..." he muttered, "You're not Miss Y/l/n are ya?"

"Am I. Yes, I am." 

He bit his lip a little looking at me, his eyes lingering far longer than they should on an engaged girl, 

"And you know me how exactly?"

"I've heard a lot about you," he smirked, "I thought he was bullshitting... But, no. You really are that gorgeous," 

"Ohh Miss Y/l/n What a nice surprise my dear." Rainsford smiled as he came down the stairs,

"Good Afternoon," I smiled, as he came and kissed my hand and fixed some hair behind my ear,

"What brings you here this afternoon then?"

"I just thought I would come and visit you," 

"Aren't you a sweet little thing," he smiled,

Suddenly a cough came from my side, and the two men exchanged and conversation in glares and eyebrow movements, as if holding a whole conversation I was not privy too. 

Rainsford sighed, rolled his eyes and held my hand turning me to this man, "Miss Y/n Y/l/n this is Dr Jack Dawkins, My colleague and our newest surgeon." He said, "Dr Dawkins, this is Miss Y/l/n, my fiance"

He smiled and took my hand from Rainsford's, giving my hand a polite kiss. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Y/l/n,"

"Likewise Dr Dawkins,"

"I'm sure the two of us will get to know each other over time." 

"I'm sure we will." I nodded,

I sighed sitting on my the little chair outside the theatre pondering walking home,

"Miss Y/l/n?" 

I perked up and saw Dr Dawkins on the stairwell, "Ohh Morning,"

"Morning, what are you doing here?"

"I came to visit Rainsford. But he's not here."

"No he's off... uhh... I actually don't know. I don't tend to ask. He was here he had surgery this morning."

"I know, I came to watch but he wouldn't let me in."

"Rules are no women in the theatre,"

"Why?"

"In case they faint from the blood I think,"

"Ridiculous."

"Oh?"

"Women see far more blood than men." 

He chuckled, "You're not wrong." 

"Still, rules are rules."

"Come on, You can sit with me till the gets back." He said coming down the stairs and offering his hand, I knew I shouldn't but I took it and let him lead me out to a small side door of the hospital where we each took a seat on the steps watching the clouds, "I'm suprised."

"About?"

"You too... if I may speak frankly, I think you're too good for him."

I blushed, "Thank you Dr Dawkins,"

"Jack. it's fine you're gonna be around a lot y/n."

"I suppose I will, I don't think I'm too good for him."

"You're bloody Gorgeous. good family. well refined."

"I'm also a defiant problem child of a girl."

"you're not defiant... you're independent there's a difference."

"Which is?"

"Defiant is fighting for the fight of it, because it pisses off mummy and daddy. You're independent you're smart enough to fight because you know you can," 

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome. I assume he's going to try and whip you into shape."

"He's trying to. Made me give up my job, told me to sell my trousers for more dresses."

"Dick." he said, "You happy about it?"

"God no, this thing is itchy and tight, and suprisly not supportive." I explained, "And how'd you feel if someone told you to give up the job you worked hard to even have just to sit around all day and someday raise their little crotch goblins." 

"Good point." he laughed, "Strange that's all he wants,"

"He wants a wife,"

"Yeah, wives can be more useful than a pair of open legs and some hands to do dishes."

"You can try telling him that,"

"I'd have you in the theatre."

"You would?"

"Yeah, mostly to show off."

"Show off?"

"Yeah, I could show off for you" he winked, "See how fast and skilled I am, show off my quick fingers, certainly would be an...adrenalin rush for you." He smirked, "and it would give me a bit of an ego boost having a pretty lady there watching me."

"Maybe that's why, he's too nervous he'll mess up in front of me."

"I mean... he messes up a lot."

"Does he?"

"He does."

"He never tells me."

"He has a survival rate of one in nine. worse than prof."

"Ohh my god..."

"Yeah, he's shit."

"what is Prof's?"

"One in six."

"What's yours?"

"Why?"

"Curious."

"One in five."

"That...is... better, but still not great."

"It would be better but I get the shit jobs. The stuff neither of them wants to do, a little bit hard to do good work when you only do two out of ten surgeries and most of them are either little things like amputations or huge things like a bloody exploded appendix,"

"That's fair then I guess... but if your rating is better than his why aren't you in the line to be heard surgeon rather than Rainsford?"

He chuckled, "Because Prof doesn't like me, and Sneed doesn't like me, and the governor doesn't like me, and most people... don't like me."

"I like you,"

He smiled at me, "You don't think I'm a cunt?"

"No, not yet anyway. don't know you that well..."

"True, Thanks Y/n."

"You're welcome Jack," 

 "I am surprised though, he bagged someone as pretty as you."

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice in it."

"No?"

"No, father arranged it."

"Ahh... now it makes sense." He nodded, "He didn't bag you, you were sold to him."

"Pretty much,"

"Humm I'd have known I'd have tried."

"You would?"

"If you were gonna be looking like this every day, and coming to visit me as much as you visit him I'd have dropped a bloody gold nugget on that table to you." 

"That's very sweet Jack,"

"Y/n and Rainsford,"

"it even sounds grim,"

"Y/n Sneed."

"Ohh god don't,"

"Mrs Sneed,"

"Uhhh" I sighed, "ghastly isn't it."

"You can always keep your name?"

"no, he won't allow it."

"Looks like you're stuck then. Mrs Y/n Sneed."

"Ughhh god it sounds terrible."

"It kinda does," He laughed, "Sorry."

"It's fine..."

"You know..."

"What?"

"If I had dropped a gold nugget for you, You'd be Mrs Dawkins." he smirked, "Mrs Y/n Dawkins."

"See why does that just sound a thousand times better,"

"it does doesn't it." 

I sat on my little bench waiting for Rainsford to finish his rounds so he could walk me home, we had a few things to discuss as our wedding was arranged and organized we'd be married in two days. I accepted my fate even if I had thought of jumping on a docked ship and just bolting off this rock,

"Ahh... The blushing bride-to-be." 

I looked and saw Jack coming from the Ward, 

We had seen each other a lot, given how much I was here, and we had... formed somewhat of a friendship, even if the flirtatiousness never really went away, but I knew I couldn't talk to him. Rainsford had demanded me not to, once he heard Jack and I had been speaking he got... Jealous. and demanded I not speak to him anymore. But still, I didn't want to be rude.

"Afternoon,"

"You excited for your wedding?"

"Ohh yes... ecstatic." 

"You alright? other than the wedding nerves?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to you..."

"Right, this some sort of pre-wedding thing I don't know about? You not allowed to talk to men?"

"No, Rainsford just doesn't want me talking to you," 

"Dick," he sighed, "Well I won't bother you, I'm sure I'll see you around."

"Thank you, I'm sure I'll see you around too." I nodded, 

He took my hand giving it a soft kiss, "Have a lovely wedding."

"I will try too."

He smiled and kissed my cheek, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to you know."

I blushed hard, "I know... not really sure I have much of a choice."

"Well... I'm here if you need me."

"Thank you, Jack."

He smiled and headed off elsewhere, Soon enough Rainsford arrived so he walked me home,

"Everything alright? You seem nervous?"

"Yes, just uhh just the wedding is all."

"of course, I must say I am very excited too." He smiled, "in just a few days we will be husband and wife."

"Indeed we will..."

"I look forward to it," he smiled giving my head a kiss, 

"...I... do... too," I said nervously trying to hide my lies, 

He bid me goodnight and I headed inside, I locked my room and just tried desperately to get my head on straight but it wasn't working well.

I sat at my vanity looking in the mirror at myself, my body clean, my hair prepped, all for tomorrow morning, my wedding dress hung by the wardrobe but I just adjusted my mirror so I didn't have to look at it. I felt so conflicted about it all,

I like Jack, 

I know I do.

And frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if he liked me too...

But it could merely be playful flirting,

And Rainsford... he cares for me I suppose,

he is boring, but... Jack.

He is handsome, but ... Jack.

He is sweet, but... Jack.

I'm getting married in the morning! I should be thinking only of my betrothed, of our life together, of my wedding ceremony but... all I could think of was Jack.

Was a life with him, a day with him, a Night with him! 

But who knows how long it would last?

And I'd leave a trail of disappointment behind me. 

I heard a knock at my window and I was confused so I got up and went opening it to see... him. 

"Jack?" I whispered,

"Hey,"

"Hey, what- what are you doing here?" 

"I just thought I'd pop by, can I come in?"

"Well... yes but I don't know why you're here..." I said letting him in and shutting my window, 

"Just thought I'd pop in on the bride and see how she's feeling."

"I feel fine." I lied,

"You really think you can do that?" he chuckled, "It's me. How are you feeling?"

"Conflicted. Afraid. Nervous. Like I wanna just jump on a ship, change my name and never come back." 

"Yeah, I thought as much,"

"You did?"

"The closer this wedding's got the worse you've been." he said, "Y/n, it's obvious you don't wanna go through with this."

"What choice have I got?" I asked, "My family have arranged it, and Rainsford cares about me, I... I could have a lovely life with him."

"Better than what you'd have with me?"

"How'd you know I-"

"Becuase I'm not blind. I'm not as dense as sneed." he smirked, "We both like each other, we know we do. So? What are we gonna do about it?"

"There's nothing to do about it, but... force these feelings away."

"No? I work with your husband, you'll see me every time you come to the hospital. We live in a tiny port town we are gonna see each other, We're not just going to be able to force away our feelings forever."

"I know..."

"So? What are we gonna do about it?" 

"I don't know! okay! you happy! I have no clue what I'm going to do about this! about you! I am... getting married tomorrow! I am getting married in the morning! to some foolish little boy, my father picked out, that I never even got a say in, and now my life is a bride, a housewife, a mother, I'm gonna have to have kids, and give up my whole life for this god damn man. and I have a wedding tomorrow a big pompous overblown wedding with a dress I want to set on fire, and I am standing here genuinely contemplating whether or not I wanna jump on a ship to Africa! I am stuck! up a creek with no paddle, no bloody boat even! I have no idea what I can do to fix this... Becuase sneed will be my husband tomorrow morning, my dull, boring, husband and now you're here and I don't know how to even process that you have any sort of feeling for me let alone what I'm going to do with mine, and how we can go on seeing one another every day knowing we feel this way about each other. I mean just Look at that damn face! I'm meant to marry another man and get your dumb stupid face is all I can think bout!" 

for a moment he was speechless, "Uhh... Okay." he laughed a little, "You really needed to get that out didn't you?"

"I did." I nodded resting my hands on my hips as a took a breath, I felt so much lighter having finally said all the things I wanted to say. 

"I feel that way too,"

"What?"

"I can't get your bloody face, your body, your mind out of my head."

"Neither can I... I am a Married woman! or I will be! you... you infuriating bastard!" 

"I know, You're engaged, you're getting married. To my colleague. Who I fucking hate with a passion. and I can't just let you go, you utterly infuriating girl. Damn you."

"Damn you right back."

"I can't let you do this..."

"What?"

"I can't let you do this, without knowing how I care for you."

"I know how you care for me Jack, I care for you ten times more but... we both know there is nothing were can do."

"That's why I'm here tonight." he said taking my hands, "Come away with me tonight."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Come away with me tonight, were can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, just... come with me. Far away from your family, far from Sneed, and... be mine." 

"Ohh Jack... I- I want to, more than anything,"

"Then come with me." He said stroking my cheek,

"I can't, we both know we can't." I said, "... In another life, I'd have loved you beyond measure. Been the most perfect wife you could have dreamt of. I'd have lived the happiest life ever known."

"I don't want another life." He said, "I want this one, with you." 

"But it cannot be, Jack you cannot ask me to disappoint so many people, as much as I want to go with you. I must stay." I said pressing my forehead to his, 

"...So that's it then. We can't be together, and I'm just supposed to stand around the hospital with you, watch you with him, without telling you I love you, I'm supposed to spend my life trying to replace you."

"I don't know what else we can do... I know he will never fill the hole that is in my heart, for it is shaped too perfectly for you."

"There is something we can do." He said his nose stroked the bridge of my own,

"What?" 

"You know of this... discretions?"

"discretions?"

"Before and after your engagement he has been with other women."

"I know, such is normal for men. To visit a girl from the pub or I suppose nurses in you boys cases."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"It does, but I know it is normal."

He smiled, "if Sneed can bring a nurse into his bed? I see no reason you cannot bring me." 

"You and I both know that's not how it works, men can bring others into their beds, but women cannot. That is society's rules."

"When have you ever followed society's rules." 

"We cannot have an affair Jack, the scandal if ever someone found out."

"Then just tonight."

"What?"

"Just tonight, pleased y/n. Let me have tonight, and I promise I will force my feelings away. But just for tonight, let me have you."

"I... I want to, But- Jack it is my wedding in the morning." 

"Consider it a wedding present." 

"If Sneed found out"

"He won't,"

"If my family,"

"I will never tell another soul."

"What if Sneed discovers it tomorrow night..."

"I won't leave any marks. I promise."

"No... I mean, will be not notice I have already been, deflowered?"

"Trust me, any man gets a look at that body he's not gonna be paying attention to much else." He smirked, "So? Do you want me?"

"Yes." I gasped pulling his hair to bring him into a kiss, he happily kissed me back his hands snaked around my waist,

I sat up carefully wrapping the sheets around me as I looked across my room, my body hot and a little blushy where I had felt things never felt before, my eyes caught my dress and I felt this sudden deep guilt. 

"What have I done..."

"Ummm what haven't you done?" Jack smirked sitting up to give me little kisses which immediately distracted me, 

"We can't ever do this again," I said my fingers knotting in his hair, 

"Do you want to do it again?" he smirked kissing my neck, 

"Umm don't tempt me, Jack," I growled, "You know I do."

"Then why can't we? we just have to keep it a secret."

"I- I can't Jack." I said, "As much as Rainsfords a dick... I can't do that to him. It's not fair he trusts me, as his wife. Sometimes growing up is knowing when to give up what you want."

"You shouldn't have to give up what you want to make others happy." He said stopping the kisses, "Don't you think you deserve to be happy?" 

"I wish the world worked like that. I truly do Jack. I wish this could be our life."

"So do I."

"But it can't. Tonight was..."

"Was?"

"Wonderful." I smiled, "But we can't allow it to happen again. Tonight was merely to allow our feelings an escape. Now we must go on as if they don't exist."

".... Okay, if that's what you want." he nodded, "But... I will remember this night always, no other woman will ever fill your place in my heart, and I will do my best to hide my emotions but know they will never truly leave me."

"Nor my own for you, I wish this night could last forever. I wish so much I was marrying you, but know I will always love you, and this night can never be altered, what I have given you tonight can never be taken by another man."

"I will treasure it, and this memory of you always." He smiled giving my lips a sweet kiss, 

"But it was just once, it can never happen again."

"No, never again." he nodded, "I love you, so much. Have a nice wedding." he said before he got up and got dressed, "If ever you need me, if ever he is cruel to you,  unkind to you, or even if you need an escape. know you are never fully trapped, you always have somewhere to go, no matter what if you need me I will take care of you." he said taking my face in his hands and giving me one last kiss,

"Thank you, Jack," I smiled 

He nodded and stroked my cheek before he took his things and left in the dawn light. 

I held Rainsford's hand as we left the church surrounded by family, and glee. I did feel happy rushed up in the pageantry of the day but as we left I spotted Jack across the street, leaning on a lamp post, He smiled as he saw me in my dress, playfully rubbing his neck where I just last night left a hickey, we briefly exchanged a smile before I headed home.

I sat in my bed, against the headboard, my covers close.

Well... That certainly was anti-climatic.

I'm sure most women would just be thrilled about their wedding night and I was yes, I'm sure most women would be happy with such performance. 

But I had experienced such a performance the night before and well... this did not compare. 

 Not even slightly, 

Oh dear god, what have I done? 

This may be the biggest regret of my life... 

I have up a gorgeous, handsome man who loves me beyond measure, for this!

"Ohh my- You were extraordinary sweetheart." 

"...Thanks, yeah you uhhh you were too." I lied, 

I sat in bed unable to sleep, I had been a married woman a month and the honeymoon phase really was over, I sat there listening to Rainsford snore for a while. 

Finally, I pushed myself out of bed slipped on my cloak and snuck out of the house, Luckily we didn't live far from where I was going, I found my way inside and up to the little room. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stay away honestly I'm surprised I lasted this long. 

I knocked and a voice came from within,

"It's open!"

So I went inside shutting the locking the door behind me, and saw Jack sat in bed.

"Y/n? What- what are you doing here?" 

"I uhh I don't know."

"I think we both know why you're here..."

"I think so too, Do- do you still love me?"

"More than anything, Do you-"

"I do. But... we can't I- I'm a happily married woman."

"Happily?"

"I'm a married woman." I corrected, "I... I uhhh... I know we said, it was just once. just one night."

"yeah?"

"I change my mind," I said removing my cloak to stand there in my nightie, 

"Right..." He gulped, "You really wanna do this?"

"I do..."

"Come here then sweetheart."

Immediately I bolted over and jumped into his bed with him, 

"What took you so long?"

"Ohh trust me I tried. But I can't stay away from you" I smiled pulling him into a kiss, 

I giggled as I stood in the hospital cupboard, I was snuggly in Jack's arms, my hands in his hair as we kissed, we made sure to keep quiet and hidden, given Rainsford was in the hospital today. But we had managed to keep our affair a secret so far, which was quite an achievement when we had seen each other almost every day for the last year and a half. And still no suspicions. I was honestly surprised no one noticed, I mean... we aren't that secretive. 

"Umm why do you have to look at me like that sweetheart? you know what it does to me," he growled between kisses, 

"Well, you kept me waiting all day,"

"I kept you waiting so you wouldn't get in trouble with your husband."

"Like he notices."

"Hummm come on, you know you want to" He smirked resting his hand on my thigh where my dress was already tugged up from our kisses, 

"You really love making me cum don't you?"

"Of course I do, you scream so loud." he smirked, "And come on, you know how fun it is for me to lord over him with the fact I'm the only one who can make his wife cum." 

"And you so do love to lord over him."

"Of course, how can I not lord over him how dirty his wife is for me, how badly she needs me, how much she begs for me, how she sneaks out her marriage bed to be with me, you know I love lording over him how much we love one another."

"True." I giggled pulling him back to a kiss,

"y/n!" 

Immediately we separated but it was too late, the door was open and Rainsford had seen us. 

"Y/n! were you... kissing dr Dawkins!"

I didn't feel like lying to him, he'd find out sooner or later, "Yes." 

"You- You cheap whore!"

"Don't you dare call her that!" Jack jumped into my defence as we both left the cupboard all three of us arguing in the middle of the hospital for a while before he finally snapped, 

"I want a divorce!" He yelled

"You've got it!" I told him

And he marched off angrily, 

"Well... that's over. I'm already divorced. Joy."

"It's not all bad, you don't have to put up with him anymore."

"true."

"And if you're divorced... you are free to, remarry?" 

"Jack? are you asking what I think you are?"

"I am, You wanna marry me?"

"I'd love too Jack!" 

[mermaidsirennikita]

Any recs where the fmc is considered frigid or a bitch?

For sure!

Historical

The Widow's Kiss by Jane Feather—The heroine is accused of murder (and is being investigated by the hero) after her FOURTH husband dies.

Any Duke in a Storm by Amalie Howard—The heroine is a frosty spy/pirate who ends up entangled with a potential smuggler rake.

Melissa and the Vicar by S.M. LaViolette—Melissa is a madame who's kind of removed from others emotionally on a deep level, ends up falling in love with a virginal vicar while on vacation.

Joss and The Countess by S.M. LaViolette—Alicia is a famously frosty widow who nonetheless wants to finally have good sex... Enter her footman, Joss, who's also a former sex worker who specializes in giving it to 'em rough.

For My Lady's Heart by Laura Kinsale—One of the best ice queen books ever, Melanthe is not only an ice queen but a political power player who's as ruthless as they come.

Private Arrangements by Sherry Thomas—Lady Tremaine is icy and cunning... but only because she was hurt quite a while ago by her husband, from whom she is now trying to get a divorce so that she can marry her lover (his deal: he'll give her a divorce if she gives him an heir first).

The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian—Marian claims to be icy, and in some ways she is, but a lot of it is a defense mechanism (she also doesn't like to have penetrative sex, and may be seen as frigid by some because of it... certainly not by her hero).

Waking Up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath—Jayne is distant and touch-starved ever since her husband's accident, and is surprised that she can feel that much with Ainsley.

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath—Olivia is a classic ice queen, and is super upset when Jack Dodger gets her all hot and bothered.

A Lady Awakened by Cecelia Grant—The heroine is super frigid at first (she's fucking the hero to get a baby) but everything changes over time.

Contemporary

How to End a Love Story by Yulin Kuang—The heroine was traumatized by her sister's suicide when they were teens, and has become known as a bit of an ice queen who can't admit to loving people (this is one of my favorite books of the year).

The Other Side of Disappearing by Kate Clayborn—Heroine had to grow up too fast after her mother abandoned her and her sister to ruin away with a con man; she's cold and distant to many.

Not in Love by Ali Hazelwood—The heroine had a rough childhood and holds herself at arm's length from others emotonally, ends up in a no-strings physical thing with the hero despite them being at professional odds.

The Lyonesse Series by Sierra Simone—Isolde is famously frosty and removed, though of course, she's actually an emotional mess under it all.

Lush Money by Angelina M. Lopez—Roxanne is as cold as ice... OR IS SHE.

Fantasy

Throne of the Fallen by Kerri Maniscalco—Camilla is a perfect ice queen, and entirely unimpressed by Envy's antics.

Paranormal

No Rest for the Wicked by Kresley Cole—Kaderin is literally known as Kaderin the Cold—Hearted, and is paired with the sweetest Kresley hero of them all. And then she corrupts him lmao

Pleasure of a Dark Prince by Kresley Cole—Lucia is not only emotionally distant; she also refuses to have penetrative sex with Garreth because she took a vow of chastity to serve a goddess. and will lose her supernatural archery skills if she breaks it.

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Sexiest man alive’s photographer wife pt. 3!

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,176

check out part 2

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Squirming out from under Chris I leave the room as he takes up the entire bed

Dodger follows and I let him out while I turn the heater on in this unnecessarily cold house

While he sleeps off the alcohol I work and respond to emails

The top priority one being the People magazine one. I’ve photographed for better magazines but I think I’d enjoy this one

Who wouldn’t want to photograph the sexiest man alive?

Hell, I would enjoy it

Don’t tell Chris I said that

She calls me as I stare at the coffee pot slowly brewing coffee

“Hi”

“Hi! We wanted to solidify some plans, I have received the final decision and we have plans set in place with the winner.”

“Can I know yet?”

She pauses saying “I’m sorry. We can’t discuss it yet.”

I sigh saying “Figures. Alright, I’m back in Boston. I can do a meeting and some prep work if you’d like at the location. Have you decided where?”

“No… we were actually hoping that you had some suggestions outside of the studio.”

Nodding and drinking the hot coffee, only to spit it back out as it burns my mouth I say “I have a place in mind, but you may need to adjust your wardrobe for the shoot. My friend, is a rancher and owns a beautiful property. I can send you his info but for it to be private you’re gonna need to rent it out.”

“That can be arranged. Thank you!”

“And when do I get to meet the winner?”

“We will have a preliminary shoot a day before. When are you free? He only has one conflict with the dates you’ve provided but all the rest work. He’s pretty flexible with the schedule.”

Smiling I say unknowingly “Sounds like my kind of person.”

We both laugh and she says “Oh for sure.”

Dodger lays on my feet and I say “Let’s shoot for Wednesday. That’ll give me enough time-”

“It’s supposed to rain on Wednesday.”

I groan saying “Okay… Tuesday? Sorry I haven’t checked the weather.”

“Rain, again.”

“Monday?”

“Tomorrow? You think you could do it that early?”

“And the preliminary shoot would be…today?”

She pauses saying “Wait.. it’s Saturday? Sorry. It was a long night.”

She laughs and says “Tomorrow would be the preliminary shoot and interview and Monday would be the shoot. Do you think you could do it?”

“Yeah. I’ll move some things around.”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

I wrap up the call, petting Dodger as Chris begins to wake up. At 11, and he looks around our bedroom confused

“Did I really dream she was here?”

I drop a pan on accident, cursing as Dodger barks at me. I shush him and attempt to quietly put it away

Chris stands up and groans but smiles as he enters the room, I poorly attempt to clean up as his arms snake around me

“Honey, you’re home.”

I smile and he kisses my shoulder as I say “Only took a flight from hell to get here.”

“Well I’m thankful you’re home.”

I kiss him and he holds me tightly. I pause saying “You were drunk last night.”

“Yeah, Scott had friends from high school to meet up with and I joined. I had a bit too much to drink. I need coffee. Tons of coffee..”

He looks to the nearly empty pot as I try to slip out of his grasp. He holds me tightly as he shakes the empty pot saying “Seriously?”

I laugh as he throws me over his shoulder and says “Where did you hide it!”

“I’m sorry! You’re the one who forgot to go grocery shopping!”

He tosses me onto the couch shaking me saying “I need it!” In full actor dramatics he puts on a desperate act

He shakes his head saying “We had half a bag left.. and you consumed it all. At this point I could just..”

He pretends to fall asleep on top of me and I laugh loudly as I say “it only made like 4 cups!”

“4 cups! Only 4 cups! What are you a caffeine addict? My wife everyone… the coffee hog. Who clearly loves coffee more than her husband.”

Laughing loudly he kisses my neck saying “Tell me where you hid it.”

I go into a fit of laughs as his scruff tickles my neck and he shakes his head as he smiles to me “You’re laughing won’t help you out of this. No matter how much I love you.”

I smile widely and hold his face in my hands saying “I’ll drive you to the store. And buy you some coffee.”

“Just when I thought I could never forgive you.”

Smiling he kisses me and pulls me up to my feet

He makes a bee line for the coffee pot, dumping the half a cup of coffee into a cup

He gives me a look and I smile “Sorry.”

He says “I should’ve gone shopping. I was just too busy trying to get through to my wife via telephone. But clearly she doesn’t have a working one anymore.”

I shake my head saying “I’m telling you, flight from hell..”

He shakes his head and follows me out the door. I look to him as he gets into the passenger seat, still with his morning hair and sleepy eyes

“You look very cute.”

He looks to me and says “Handsome.”

I shake my head saying “Sure.”

I squeeze his hand as we make our way to the store, getting our coffee and going about our day

He doesn’t mention the Sexiest man alive news

And I don’t get around to it

It slips our mind as we leave work out of our day off

Just enjoying the time right now

The next day, I wake up early. Too early.

I slip the top sheet off our bed as I cover myself up with something as I slide the comforter over Chris,

kissing his lips and walking to the kitchen

“Were you really not going to call your brother in law and tell him you were home?”

I jump as I look to the door and grumble saying “Scott. Don’t scare me like that. You knew I was home already, when you dropped off my drunk husband.”

“I didn’t think you remembered that.”

Nodding I say “I do. Why are you here? We are so busy I am actually wasting time having this conversation with you.”

“Rude. I’m here to take Dodger to my sisters. Chris wasn’t anticipating you being back yet so maybe that changed. Are you naked?”

I grumble, tightening the sheet around me saying “I’m in my own home. That I own with my husband. I’m allowed to be naked. I have a sheet over me and I wasn’t anticipating you being here right now.”

He makes a face saying “What are you up to today? Chris says he has meetings.”

“Meetings. Editing. Boring contracts I’m sure. And some NDA’s most likely.”

“Fun..” he says unconvincingly

Nodding I say “I’m going to consume the remainder of the coffee left in this pot, would you mind making another while I shower and quickly leave? I need to get across Massachusetts to the site early.”

He nods and I quickly consume all the coffee and get into the shower. Changed, and out the door after a swift kiss to the top of Chris’s head

Arriving at the set I hug my friend, that owns the ranch, Aaron

“What a pay day for me. Thank you.”

I nod and say “It’s the perfect place for what I have in mind.”

He nods and hesitates but asks “So… do you know who it is yet?”

I laugh and say “No. I don’t, not yet. But soon, he’ll be here soon enough. I should go set up.”

He nods and I retreat back to my set up. Lily, my assistant that I have missed dearly that works with me in America most of the times says “I’ve missed you.”

I hug her saying “Never leave my side again. The assistants they gave me in London were so mean. I can’t believe I ever did this without you.”

She laughs and says “What camera were you thinking?”

“I want all the lenses out, but let’s stick with the newest model canon sent me. That’ll produce some good shots.”

Chris arrives and says to the assistant helping him “How did you manage to get this place?”

“Oh, they rented the whole ranch. It’s beautiful, right?”

He nods saying “My friend actually-”

He’s directed into a makeup chair and the hair dresser says to the makeup dresser “Make sure you make the makeup wind proof.”

“Same to you for his hair.”

“There’s actually not much wind here right now.” Chris admits

They both look to him and say “Your hair is darker than usual.”

“Yeah, it’s for a role.”

“Are you keeping it this way?”

He looks to them confused saying “Maybe? I’m not sure yet. My wife usually cuts my hair and dyes it-”

“Your wife is darling. That interview she did is one of my favorites.”

He nods saying “She’s amazing. I know.”

“Is she really thinking about making a cooking book?”

“No. She’s a photographer not a chef. But maybe some day. She only cooks as a hobby. She is in high demand for work lately so she doesn’t have much time for it.”

“I heard she’s actually back in the states, that’s what our assistant manager told us.”

I’m quickly surrounded by people as everyone needs to ask me a question, Chris looks over saying “Who is that?”

The makeup artist Ava says “That’s the photographer. She is amazing. I worked with her on a project a couple years ago and she produced stunning shots.”

He says “Oh really?”

“Beyond amazing. She photographed Harry Styles for Vanity Fair. Oh my god, talk about talent.”

He looks to her quickly, remembering his wife photographed him for Vanity fair and stands up from the seat

“We aren’t done…”

I look to Lily as she helps me answer questions “The winner is here, the model.”

I look around as it begins to filter out and the photo shoot set director points towards Chris

I smile as I look up and Chris quickly produces an even bigger smile as I push my camera into Lily’s arms

Chris quickly does a fast walk, near jog towards me as I step forward.

His arms are wrapped around my hips as he hugs me tightly, lifting me slightly as we both laugh loudly

He kisses my cheek “Chris.” I say as I kiss his cheek in return

I hug him tightly as he says “Well, now look at you. My darling photographer wife.”

“What are you doing here?” I laugh out as I struggle to say as he kisses my neck and his scruff sends me into a fit of laughs

Lily clears her throat, holding up a paper just handed to her saying

Talent: Chris Evans

I smile to him, hugging him tightly saying “Congratulations. I’ve known for many years that you’re the sexiest man alive but I guess the world has finally caught up with me.”

He says “I was going to tell you, but we were enjoying our time just the two of us. We needed that and-”

I kiss him and the staff freeze in place confused at what’s going on

Professionally I go by my maiden name…

But it’s kind of public knowledge I’m married to him, honestly, I go by both.

I respond to both.

Lily smiles widely as she crosses her arms waiting, Lily loves Chris. She’s been over for dinner and parties a good amount of times

We are on quote her “Auntie and Uncle.” Chris eats it up, Lily is sweet and knows us pretty well

She puts up with my artistic fits I have occasionally… more often then not

He kisses me as he says “You’re making me blush already. And here I thought I was going to get some uptight photographer that makes me pose uncomfortably for hours.”

I smile as my feet finally touch the ground once again. “Now, that’s not a given. As your wife I get away with more now. You know that.”

He shakes his head saying “You have no idea how happy I am to have you here.”

My smile beams as I scrunch my nose saying “People are looking.”

He chuckles saying “You’re punny without even trying.” I shake my head as he says “All nerves, gone. Just seeing your goofy face.”

“Beautiful is the word you’re really looking for, my dear.”

He nods and says “This is going to be the best shoot we’ve ever had, guaranteed.”

I shake my head and look to Lily saying “Give me the ole’ reliable please.”

Chris gasps saying “Ole’ Betsy?”

“Get me ole’ betsy, lils.”

Lily sifts through my many bags of equipment

Chris smiles and says “Yep. It’s going to be a good day.”

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I’m sorry!!! One more part! And that’s it! Finals are currently happening at school so I’ve been having one every day grrrr, but here’s part 3!

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