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icanseethefuture333 · 4 months ago

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Lilith in the 1st house:

The ones usually to fit into Tim Burton's “aesthetic". Bony facial structure, dark piercing eyes, bulbous noses, and bottom heavy lips. Their eyes tend to look "dead" or lack emotion behind them. Similar to Saturnians in the sense their eyes can carry their pain and memories. Intimidating aura, often misunderstood by those around them, they have a rebellious nature to their style. Square or pear face shape. Have experienced some sort of abuse or trauma in their lives that medically affects their appearance (autoimmune disease, vitiligo, or hair loss). These people are likely to promote body positivity and embrace their flaws, whether that's dressing comfortably regardless of their body type or showing off said features that society puts down (stretch marks, stomach fat, or bony ribs). Their allure is their mysterious and baddie image.

Celebrities: Shakira, Raye, Jenna Ortega, Megan Thee Stallion, Dua Lipa, Michael Jackson, Chris Pine, Jett Black, Nipsey Hussle, & Jonah Hill

How does the planets you have in your first house in astrology affect your physical appearance?

How planets in the 1st house affect your physical appearance 🖤

Sun in the 1st house:

Overall feline features. There are two types. Some resemble a kitten, while others resemble a lion. Face shape tends to be oval, diamond, or heart. Their face is long in length and they have a tall nose with a triangular nose tip. Eyes can be upturned and curious, or narrow with a soft gaze. Their skin tone is very vibrant and they tan or get sun burned easily in comparison to others. As they age, they tend to get smile lines or aged wrinkly skin, sun spots are noticeable as well. Body type usually has a singular prominent feature, something about it just stands out, whether that is their height, curves, or physique. They can either have a pear shaped body or be short and stocky in stature. They often have long arms and thick legs. Hair tends to be shiny and voluminous as well.

Celebrities: Doja Cat, Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, Azealia Banks, Brenda Song, Markliplier, Robert Pattinson, Donald Glover, Joshua Bassett, & 21 Savage

Moon in the 1st house:

Soft, full, rounded facial features. Round face shape. Cheekbones tend to be rounded in shape or something about the cheeks looks “fleshy”. Eyes are big and round or beady looking. The flesh of their nose is thick and you are less likely to see the bone. Round lips, almost as if they’re puckering them. They often have pitch black hair or look best with darker hair colors for it contrasts with their luminescent eyes and glowing skin. Side profile resembles a crescent moon 🌙 . They tend to get “pudgy” in the face as they gain weight. Body type is usually very curvy and luscious, leaning towards an hourglass figure with large breasts and softer bellies. The men are likely to gain muscle in their pectorals and have a rounded frame. They are more likely to gain weight due to emotional eating.

Celebrities: Jihyo, Kali Uchis, Cardi B, Aishwarya Rai, SZA, Baekhyun, Ashton Irwin, Cameron Dallas, Jussie Smollet, & Doyoung

Mars in the 1st House:

Big heads!!! Their heads may be bigger in proportion to their bodies, especially if it’s aspected by Jupiter (Christina Ricci has both Jupiter and Mars in the 1st house and she looks like a real life Blythe doll). Rectangular or square face shape, their jawline tends to be square and angular. Prominent cheekbones with full cheeks. Almond shaped eyes, thin noses, and wide mouths. Martian body types tend to be average in weight or very athletic and strong in muscle. The women have a rectangle body shape while the men are buff and have wide shoulders (apple shaped). Likely to have a scar or bruise on their body from an incident (sports injury or car accident). They often have a “healthy” look. Most of these people have “baby skin”! Their skin is so clear and majority of the time is free from imperfections. Martians have a youthful factor to their beauty due to Aries being the youngest zodiac sign, so as they age, they look very young or have this “forever young” quality about them.

Celebrities: Megan Fox, Erykah Badu, Anne Hathaway, Miranda Cosgrove, Raven Symone, Jackson Wang, Andy Samberg, John Legend, Niall Horan, & Kai Cenat

Venus in the 1st house:

Very luscious facial features! Their face is more alluring in comparison to other planets in the 1st house, similar to lunar people, they both have full features. The difference is that Venusians’ features are more balanced and harmonious. They could fit the “beauty standard” so to speak or their beauty sets trends. Sultry eyes, can have a shimmer to them or they tend to sparkle when it comes to discussing or seeing the things they love. Sloped nose bridge. Plump lips. The men have full beards or a signature mustache, blessed with a nice jawline. Their facial structure has a mix of feminine and masculine elements (sharp and rounded). Oval face shape. When they are young, their body is thin and rectangular, but as they get older, their curves start to spread out, especially when they have children. Small waists with a prominent bust and wide hips. Big butts! Venusian men tend to be smaller in frame but taller than Martian men. Their bodies look balanced and they are often average in height and their shoulders might be more narrow as well. A Venusian man will look more delicate and charming, while a Martian man will look cheeky and mischievous.

Celebrities: Angelina Jolie, Beyoncé, Meagan Good, Olivia Rodrigo, Keke Palmer, Zayn, Ben Affleck, Frank Ocean, Charles Leclerc, & Odell Beckham Jr.

Mercury in the 1st house

Fairies!!! They are so miniature and cute! Mercurians have a “gamine” or “ethereal” essence their beauty. Petite with an otherworldly and boyish charm. Asymmetrical or androgynous features. The men are often spotted with long luscious locks and the women with short hair (especially pixie cuts). If worn long, their hair is thin and sleek. If tall, their necks are long like a swan’s, resembling an alien’s body, they tend to be very lanky. Short torso and long legs. Eyes are very curious and “awake”, one eye might be bigger than the other. Lighter eye color. Tiny mouthes with bigger teeth. Very attractive smiles. They can have freckles or moles. Mercurian women’s curves are slightly noticeable and their shoulders tend to be sharp or angular. Mercurian men are very tall with prominent Adam’s apples.

Celebrities: Selena Gomez, Gigi Hadid, Zooey Deschanel, Anya Taylor Joy, Simone Biles, Christian Ronaldo, Hozier, Mark Tuan, Bryson Tiller, & Alexander Wang

Saturn in the 1st house:

The ones who look like they’ve seen some shit. Saturnians have a darker and intense look to their eyes. If they are healed, their eyes can be very magnetic and draw you in, if they are in a place of turmoil, their eyes reflect the pain they feel inside. Often spotted with heavy eyeliner or a dark Smokey eye. Triangle or oblong face shapes. Eyes can be narrow and slanted eyes, with small pupils, or large downturned eyes. Visible aging is often due to addictions, physical stress, and trauma. Tall stature with a petite bone structure. They can gain “healthy weight” meaning they look less sharp and softer once fat is accumulated. Apple or inverted triangle body shape, physique can look “wider” as well. Muscles are prominent in triceps and thighs. Average to tall in height.

Celebrities: Britney Spears, Lana Del Rey, Tracee Ellis Ross, Cher, Zoe Saldana, Adam Levine, Kevin Hart, Usher, Pedro Pascal, & Travis Barker

Jupiter in the 1st house:

The wild child. Tousled hair, hooded eyes, wide noses, and big smiles. Everything about their features and facial structure is prominent. Bigger foreheads as well. They stand out in the crowd with their effortless style. Often muscular, wide in bone structure, and/or tall. If short, they wear platform heels and chunky boots. Jupiterian women have a big butt, thick legs, wide hips, and their waist leans towards square-ish. Bust grows bigger with age or after pregnancy. While the men also have a squared waist and have big hands and big feet. Something about their presence is daring and strong, they are more adventurous in terms of style and pull off the best risks in fashion. They are also statuesque, if it’s not their height or muscles, their aura dominates the room.

Celebrities: Rihanna, Jennie, Millie Bobby Brown, Willow, Hailey Baldwin, Harry Styles, Big Sean, Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, & Jaebum

Uranus in the 1st house:

Girl/boy next door type of beauty. Something about their appearance feels natural and familiar. To some, they are viewed as just average or they could have needed to grow into their looks (they experience a glow up as they progress into puberty). Could have experienced bullying on the internet or faced a lot of criticism from their peers for their unique looks or personal style. May have been “forced” to become “conventionally attractive”. Close set eyes, droopy noses, and thin lips. Prominent aegyo-sal or fatty eye bags. These natives are likely to get plastic surgery at some point in their lives because they are constantly judged for their insecurities (poor babies :(!). If they learn to embrace their flaws, Uranians can have so much potential with their unique appearance and can stand out in a crowd that’s pressured to fit into the beauty standard. Experimental in style and may suit “futuristic” makeup. Body tends to fluctuate in weight or their shape seems to change overtime (naturally or cosmetically). Likely to have tattoos, birth marks, or scars visible on their body.

Celebrities: Ariana Grande, FKA Twigs, Kylie Jenner, Rosalia, Soyeon, Jungkook, Chris Evans, Kid Cudi, Jimin, & Tom Brady

Neptune in the 1st house:

The dreamy ones. Something about their appearance people obsess over and fantasize about. Can be over romanticized by people who are romantically interested in them and unfortunately, this diminishes the beauty that they possess inside. Shapeshifters - Neptunians can change their appearance however they desire. Identity complex issues. They wear a mask to hide their insecurities and can often create an alter ego to be deemed as more confident. Alluring eyes, button noses, and heart shaped lips. Heart or diamond face shape. Wide cheekbones and narrow jawline. Eyebrows tend to be thick or bushy unless groomed, similar with men’s facial hair, it can sprout quickly like a weed. Their undereyes or cheeks may have lines or they have noticeable smile lines. Body type leans toward curvy and average in height. Hourglass or they are more likely to wear corsets to cinch their waists. Men are balanced in proportions.

Celebrities: Adriana Lima, Kim Kardashian, Kelly Rowland, Emma Chamberlain, Mila Kunis, Sebastian Stan, Denzel Washington, Norman Reedus, Dave Franco, & Taecyeon

Pluto in the 1st house:

Melancholic beauty. Arched eyebrows, sanpaku eyes, dorsal hump or hooked noses, & puckered lips (looks like they’re getting ready to kiss?). Hair is usually thin and long, with a slight bend or curl. V line face shape. Some can look similar to a bird, a crow more specifically. Swarthy skin complexions. Either very pale or darker skinned. Cool undertones. Their hair and skin lack contrasts, very muted and muddled together. Their eyes are their most prominent feature. Inverted triangle body, wider shoulders or fuller busts. Hip dips are visible as well (yes I know everyone can have them but these people flaunt their natural body very proudly!). Thicker in weight or they feel confident as they grow into their “grown woman/man” body. Men tend to give a “smoulder” look or have flirty expressions.

Celebrities: Lily Rose Depp, Nicole Sherzinger, Melanie Martinez, Sydney Sweeney, Mitski, Justin Bieber, Keanu Reeves, Kendrick Lamar, Jaden Smith, & Idris Elba

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aeoneri · 2 years ago

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[Tacones Rojos] Chapter 15: Levitating

Summary:

ACT II: GABRIELA – Gabriela takes the plunge and connects with her mysterious admirer at the bar.

– The theme song for this chapter: Levitating by Dua Lipa

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“This is stupid.” Gabriela muttered to herself, trying hard not to fidget in the far corner of the room. The bar was packed again tonight, and while she was (strangely) elated to see the mystery man by his usual spot, she also knew the inevitable was coming.

She was thankful for the crowd that they blocked her from his view but provided a safe space for her to snoop.

“That’s the nerves talking.” Carmencita giggled while discreetly handing Gabriela a drink. “To be fair, I would be tongue tied in the presence of a man as good-looking as that.”

The two ladies took a moment to observe the man whom José was busy serving. His hair was neatly styled back, and he had on a simple, deep green button up. The muted lighting by the counter highlighted his features, and it was obvious that anyone with two eyes would notice him immediately.

He was very good looking indeed, and it made Gabriela even more nervous.

“Don’t let Javier hear you, he’d get jealous.” Gabriela teased, deflecting her own embarrassment towards her companion. She hid her face behind the glass, trying (and unfortunately failing) to tame her flamed cheeks. Ávila was out of town on business, so José elected Carmencita, the only female staff working tonight, to accompany Gabriela instead. Gabriela was more than grateful for the company — while she wouldn’t mind getting close and personal with strangers, someone whom she already knew (and became fast friends with after a few nights hanging around the bar) made it easier to let herself loose.

Sometimes Ávila’s eagerness scared Gabriela to bits.

“What?” Carmencita instinctively tucked her hair behind her ears. “What are you saying?”

“I just noticed that ever since you changed out of uniform, he’s been hanging around watching us both.”

Right on cue, Javier looked their way and winked. Gabriela had to hold herself from laughing when Carmencita turned pink. “Nevermind that!” She huffed. “He’s just doing his job, which, by the way, includes making sure the patrons are having a good time. And, also, tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you. When are you going to talk to that mystery man?”

There was no way for Gabriela to escape the fact of what she was supposed to do. “I don’t know.” She gulped thickly. “What am I going to do? What am I going to say?”

“Really lost some of your touch, I see.”

Both ladies turned in surprise and Carmencita almost smacked Javier square in the jaw. “Woah, Karma.” He mumbled, grateful to have dodged the attack. “Almost knocked me out there.”

“Why does everyone think it’s a good idea to pop out of nowhere and give me a fright tonight?” Gabriela groaned, just as Carmencita leered at Javier. “I’ve got this, Javier.” Carmencita hissed. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Carmen instead of some weird nickname?”

“But I like Karma. It’s fun.”

“Okay, lovebirds. I’m going to need a drink if this keeps up.” Gabriela ignored the strange tension between them and downed the contents of the glass she had in her hands.

“We’re not lovebirds!”

“Not yet anyway.”

Carmencita smacked Javier on the arm, making him wince. Gabriela just shook her head and swirled a finger around the rim of her empty drink. “As I was supposed to say, what do you mean I lost my touch, Javier? I am really at a loss here. I haven’t tried introducing myself to another guy since my ex and I…nevermind.”

“You used exude confidence. Appeal.” Javier stroked his chin, contemplative. “I know! We need…La Diosa.”

Gabriela had to resist the urge to strangle Javier. If she had a peso for every single time someone brought up that moniker, Gabriela would probably be rich. La Diosa was only part of her true personality, a mask of some sort.

Sometimes the persona becomes bigger than the person itself.

“I think the mood here isn’t right.”Javier’s eyes sparkled with untamed mischief, and Gabriela wondered if he and Ávila were related in some way. They both had the same devious look when they were about to cause some mayhem. ”We need something to bring her back to life.”

“What are you planning?” Carmencita’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized Javier. “You better not do anything stupid.”

“Trust me, it isn’t. Just leave it to me and keep doing what you guys are already doing, and I’ll take care of the rest. José didn’t make me his second-in-command for nothing.” Javier flashed a bright smile at Carmencita. “And dare I say, you look lovely in that dress. Makes me want to take you out to dinner sometime.”

“What?” Carmencita gasped before Javier left them and made his way towards the DJ’s booth. She rolled her eyes when she noticed Gabriela with a cheeky grin. “What’s with that look?”

“Now I’m even more curious than ever.”

“Shut it.”

The chill music suddenly changed into a reggaeton mix that completely changed the atmosphere. The crowd hollered, signaling that the party was on, and some started to fill up the dance floor. Gabriela couldn’t help but hold herself to contain the laughter bubbling up her throat, realizing what Javier was doing.

Of course.

She had been moping for god knows how long that she’d almost forgotten what she lived for. And maybe, the intervention helped, because that was the moment something magical happened.

Gabriela felt the music move her, and just as she turned her head to look at the bar, she realized the man had been staring, in awe of her presence that she found herself beaming.

It’s now or never.

“Carmen?”

“Yes?”

“Go have some fun with Javier. I’m going to go for it.”

…

If he was good-looking from afar, he was certainly stunning up close. Gabriela found it amusing that he pretended not to notice her, though there was obviously a faint pink blush on his cheeks. She knew José must have whipped out the bar’s signature drink, fresh out of his secret vault that was a surefire way to get someone talking.

After all, it was what got Ávila to go out with him in the first place.

Gabriela noticed José’s mouth twitching into an upward smirk out of the corner of her eye, and she resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

She would make him dance. Her competitive nature wouldn’t let her lose this bet.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been checking me out.” She started with the first thought that popped into her head. It seemed to get her mystery man’s attention, because he immediately stiffened. “José tells me you’re here almost every night. You sometimes go big or go home and it’s interesting, to say the least. Why is that?”

He sat there with his back turned to her, stunned. “José?” He asked, confused for a moment before he managed to find the courage to face her.

She could’ve sworn his eyes glowed green, or maybe it was the light. She fought hard not to swoon. “Oh, yes, José’s the bartender. Good man. Did you know this bar was a gamble?”

“Hm.”

He seemed to be at a loss for words. Gabriela could feel the heat of his gaze on her, making it difficult to concentrate. She somehow felt vulnerable, and he had not even attempted to make a move yet. Her racing heart threatened to leap out of her chest. “He thought it wouldn’t last very long, but I told him that he’s too much of a genius for it to fail…um, excuse me, my eyes are up here.”

Humor seemed to do the trick. “Ah, lo siento, I didn’t mean to…” His eyes that had been admiring her heels met hers once again, and he panicked.

Gabriela immediately liked him after seeing his reaction.

“I’m just messing with you!” She cracked up, her shoulders shaking. “But, I’ve got to ask, why are you here every night? You’re not some raging alcoholic, are you?”

“Me? No, no.” He waved a hand, stumbling over a few of his words, just as nervous as she was. “I’m sorry. I hope I don’t sound like a creep, but I’ve seen you dance before and I was immediately smitten with you.”

“Sounds like something a creep would say. Is that your pickup line?”

“Was that a terrible one? Sorry, should I go back out and head in again?”

“You’re funny. I like you.”

“Thanks, I try. ¿Me das tu número?”

“Hm, I don’t know. I don’t hand it out to every cute guy that looks my way…but maybe, if you buy me a drink, I’ll reconsider?”

…

They had spent the first half of the night talking. Gabriela still kept her guard up, but she knew she was well and truly floored by him as he told her stories from his childhood. Talking to him felt easy, like they had known each other for a long time, and she was just catching up with an old friend.

“And then, our Mamá screamed in horror when she realized what had happened to my hair. I think we were banned from the kitchen shortly thereafter, and I had to rock a bald head for the rest of the summer. The other neighborhood kids called me egg head for weeks. It sucked!”

“I can’t imagine what young you looked like, but as an adult you could possibly pull it off!”

“Not a chance!”

She was enjoying this moment, and while José’s bet remained at the back of her mind, Gabriela found herself wanting to know more about this man who made her laugh so hard that she almost doubled over, twice.

“So, Mojitos, huh?” He asked animatedly as their laughter died down. “Let me guess. You travel a lot, have a tattoo or two, and like being mysterious?”

Gabriela almost spat out her drink. “Do you judge people’s drink orders for a living?”

“Not really.” The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled made her wonder if he was fucking with her. “Am I correct?”

She decided to go along with it. “How would you know that?” Gabriela playfully tapped him on the shoulder, and she noticed him melt under her touch. “Amazing. I am indeed an avid traveler, and I do have tattoos.”

He whistled in appreciation as she showed off the small tattoo on her wrist. She had gotten it when she was in college, to remind herself what she wanted out of her life. The memory was so long ago, but to Gabriela, it was like she was eighteen all over again.

“That’s just one tattoo, though.” He pointed out. “You said, ‘tattoos’.”

“It’s a surprise where my other tattoo is. I have two.” Gabriela felt her cheeks heat up at the prospect of something else, but she shooed the thought away. “Anyway, my turn to guess. Are you…a coffee snob?”

“Me?" He sputtered, looking abashed at the comment. "I’m not even drinking coffee right now. What would make you say that?”

“Oh, you’ve got a reputation here. I’ve heard you only ever order Carajillos…that, or you’d take the whole bottle of Amarillo and slam it down.” Gabriela quoted. She didn’t even know if the last part was true, though she doubted her friends would lie about something unbelievable like that. José had ethics, but he also loved seeing mess sometimes. “So, maybe not a coffee snob…you’re a full-on hipster!”

“I’m not a hipster! I…I just happen to appreciate a good cup of coffee, and when I want to get blackout drunk, the traditional is the way to go! At least, that’s how we did it back in my hometown.”

“Oh, you’re from the countryside, are you?”

“I am, but enough about me. What about you? Besides the wanderlust and the ink and the way you’re making me curious, wondering if you’re flirting with me, what do you drink when you want to party?”

Gabriela was caught off guard, but when she thought about it hard, he had been flirting with her, and she reciprocated it back.

I don’t need love right now…but a distraction would be nice. But what if?

"Is it not yet that obvious? I’m flirting with you alright.”

That left him speechless.

“I don’t drink often, but tequila all the way.” Gabriela continued. “Then, of course, I follow it up with some dancing!”

As the music blasted all around them, Gabriela had a feeling that she couldn't explain. When was the last time I had this much fun? Ever since she called it quits and fell off the face of the earth, Gabriela had locked herself up in her own prison filled with self-loathing over something that wasn’t her fault to begin with. Javier had been right. Ávila and the rest of them as well. Gabriela had lost her touch, forgotten who she was to her core — an unstoppable force.

La Diosa might only be the side most people saw, but she had been fighting her battles in silence for just as long.

She wasn’t ready to love just yet, and maybe she didn’t want it at the moment, but for the first time in a long while, Gabriela wanted to know where her night with this beautiful and charismatic man would end.

With José’s bet truly forgotten, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor.

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spidernerdsblog · 5 years ago

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I Forgot That You Existed : Chapter Eight

A/N: Chapter eight is here. A little longer than other chapters got carried away. Things are finally starting to fall back in their places will Y/N finally let her guard down.Hope you like this chapter. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : none

Mini Playlist : You belong with me and Style by Taylor Swift, Levitating by Dua Lipa

People gathered around you all after hearing the commotion.Tom picked you up in princess style and carried you to the car. He gently placed you on the seat then took out the water bottle and sprinkled some water on your face. You regained your consciousness, fluttering your eyes open. Immediately you grasped on to him..

“Tom!! That Steve!” you panicked

He embraced you in his arms, chin resting above your head whilst brushing his hand through your hair in a comforting manner. Your face was buried into his chest. The warmth radiating from his body made you feel safe.

“I know baby, it's okay now don't worry I’m here. He'll never come near you again. Let's get you home okay.”He cooed in a soothing manner.

You were trembling as you looked up to him tears shimmering in your eyes. He brought his hands to cup your face wiping your tears with his thumbs as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He fastened the seat belt around you and swiftly went and sat on the driver's seat and started the car. Throughout the drive he was checking upon you constantly. He figured out that you were traumatized.

“Y/N just close your eyes and don't think of anything else. I’m here darling. Here, hold my hand.” you complied to him closing your eyes you squeezed his hand. Tom knew very well that when you were stressed you needed someone for reassurance.

Reaching home Tom helped you out of the car. His hands across your body you leaned yourself on him. He slowly took you inside.

A wave of shock ran through everyone's faces after seeing you in such a pathetic condition. Zendaya ran towards you.

“Y/N!? Oh my god! What happened to her?” concern in her voice as she took you from Tom’s arms.

“Long story.” Tom sighed

“For now get her some rest. Also she fainted a while ago.”

“What!?” everyone exclaimed in unison

“I knew this would happen, she hadn’t eaten anything since morning,” Chloe said, shaking her head.

Needless to say the whole trauma of the incident and your intermittent starving took a toll on you. You were down with fever. Zendaya nursed you through the night. Though Tom had earlier insisted on taking turns but everyone told him not to due the ongoing tension between him,you and El.

Everybody had trouble sleeping that night as they were worried about you. Next morning everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Man I would have chopped off his hands. How dare he even think of her like that? Harrison said angrily

“What do you think mate, I didn't think of doing that? I felt like choking the life out of his body”

“It's all my fault. She wasn't even willing to come. I was the one who forced her to come this time.” Harrison lamented.

"Don't blame yourself man. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made a scene that night." Tom shook his head.

"But Y/N has to still do the concert right? What if he appears there?" Harry pointed out.

"We need to talk to Alex right away." Harrison said.

"Yeah, good point, let me talk to Alex about it." Tom sprinted off the couch to go to your room as he saw Zendaya walking down the stairs yawning.

"Hey how's she?"

"Yeah she is fine now. Temperature is also normal but she's still asleep due to the medication."

"Good for her only she needs it."

Tom went to your room. His eyes went to your sleeping figure, he wondered how angelic you look sleeping peacefully. He pulled up the blanket a little bit over you. And placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Your phone was lying on the nightstand. He took your phone and unlocked it. He smiled at the fact that you haven't changed your pass code. He searched through your contact list and dialled Alex's number.

"Hey Y/N finally got the time to remember me huh! How are you dear?

" Umm.. Hi Alex it's Tom"

"Oh hi Tom is everything alright ? Oh my god did anything happen to Y/N?" Alex panicked.

"Oh no relax she's fine… sort of. A certain kind of problem has arised here actually." Tom explained to him everything about what had happened.

"Oh that swine. Thanks Tom for letting me know. I'll see to it that the moron gets fired and will arrange for a new one."

"See to it that it's a lady this time. Really don't want any more men around her."

"Yeah sure."

"Umm Alex I heard that you actually managed all this stuff for her."

"Yeah I never let her directly associate with anyone and it now seems that was a mistake from my side."

“Uhh can I.. you know be her assistant for this event and look into the matter.” Tom said hesitantly.

“That will be great Tom. I will be so relieved but only if you are okay with that.”

“I'm more than okay.” Tom said cheerfully.

“But I don't think she will agree to it. I know her very well. Tell her I appointed you then she'll not protest.”

“Okay thanks Alex.”

“I should be thanking you Tom for looking after her even after the past you both share.”

"Don't worry Alex I'll never leave her alone. It was nice talking to you mate"

"Same here man."

"I better go check up on her."

"Yeah sure" Tom ended the call.

Tom was about to enter your room, he saw that you were up.

"Whoa where do you think you are going? You are not putting your feet down from the bed today." Tom said with a serious tone.

“I need to use the toilet dimwit. Or you want me to wet the bed?”

“Oh that will be odd.”

“Let me help you” he gave you his hand.

“I'm fine, I can walk.”

By the time you were inside the bathroom. Tom quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to bring your breakfast. He had requested Sam especially to make your favorite soup. Tom was busy arranging everything on a tray as Sam spoke.

“Is El okay with all of this that you are doing?”

“I’m way past what others think about the relationship I and Y/N share, Sam. El has to understand that before we were a couple Y/N and I were best friends and that relationship will never change. Though lately I have been failing in my best friend duties too.”

“But are you doing this for Y/N as her childhood best friend or are your boyfriend instincts coming back?”

“No mate Y/N and I have been through it. We aren't getting back together at least she doesn't want to.”

“What about you bro?”

“I don't know. For now I only know she needs me and I'll be there for her."

You stepped out of the bathroom feeling fresh. You walked to the dressing table to brush your hair. Tom walked in your room and placed the food tray on the bedside table.

“C'mon sit down.” You turned around.

“What's this?”

“Your breakfast. Sam made your favorite soup. Now come over here.” He patted on the mattress

“You seriously don't need to do this for me.”

“You talk a lot just do as I say and come here and sit down.” You went and sat on the bed folding your legs resting your back against the headboard. Tom sat on the bed facing you. He took a spoonful of the soup and blew the hot air to cool it down for you.

“Okay now open your mouth.”

“I'm not a baby Tom. I can eat by myself.”

“Yeah that is why you starved yourself. Seriously Y/N I didn't expect this from you. Since when did you become so irresponsible about your health? I was so worried…I mean we all were so worried about you.”

“I was at a loss of appetite and didn't feel like eating.” You sheepishly looked at him.

“Okay enough talking now, finish this.” Tom fed you. After you finished eating he wiped your mouth with a napkin.

“By the way thanks for this and yesterday.”

“Hey I'm your friendly neighborhood spiderman it's my job to protect people.” He chuckled. You smiled, shaking your head. Suddenly your face dropped as you remembered last night's events. Tom noticed that.

“Hey it's alright Y/N.” He said holding your hand and rubbing his thumb reassuringly.

"You were so right Tom, that guy was a monster. How could I be so blind?" you repented.

"Just forget about that moron thinking as if it was a nightmare which is now over."

"By the way I have good news for you. I'm your temporary assistant for this whole event.”

“No you're not.” you said in disbelief.

“You don't get to decide because Alex has already appointed me and now everything will go through me.”

“What!? You called Alex? I'm so dead right now.” You shook your head holding it with your hand.

“He has strictly said not to allow you to interact with anyone I'm in charge of everything for the next three days.”

“Okay but do I need to pay you? I don't mind but I didn't appoint you, you volunteered so it should be free.” Tom laughed. Just then Paddy knocked at the door. You both looked at him. Tom walked to him and took the thing Paddy brought with him in his hand.

“Thank you Pads I'll take it from here.”

“What is that?”

“A glass of warm milk for you.”

“And what do you expect from me? To drink it? That's not happening.” You crossed your arms shaking your head in disapproval.

“Y/N you have to drink this. You are still weak.”

“Tom you know very well I am nauseous to it's smell.” you whined

“See I haven't told your parents about your fainting episode so if you don't want them to know, finish this.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” you raised an eyebrow placing your hands on your hips.

“I might if you don't listen.” he shrugged.

“Uggh!! okay fine!” You took the glass from his hand and pinched your nose so that you don't inhale the smell. You drank the milk.

“C'mon. Yeah almost there.” Tom encouraged you.

"Good girl." You gagged after you finished it. He took the glass from your hand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Okay as you're taking a rest today let me chalk out everything for your event. So what songs are you planning to perform?”

“Everything is noted down on my iPad, wait let me bring it.”

“What did I say you are not setting your feet down today. I'll take it myself, where is it?” You rolled your eyes.

“It's in that brown duffel bag.” He went and unzipped the bag. Something of yours caught his eyes as a slight blush crept on his face.

You suddenly remembered in that bag you had packed some of your finest lacy lingerie just in case you know, but now it was too late. You flustered noticing his facial expressions.

"What are you ogling at you perv? They are just clothes only okay. And as if you have never seen those before" Tom was startled as he turned around.

"What!? I didn't say anything.” He chuckled. “And these I'm seeing for the first time, when did you buy these? They are really pretty by the way" he gave a cheeky grin. You gawked at his audacity narrowing your eyes.

"Okay sorry I shouldn't have said that" he laughed.

He extended you the tablet, you snatched it from him and opened the files and handed it back to him. After taking a look he said.

"Okay the other songs are fine but I don't agree with the starting song."

"Why?"

"It's kind of dark and I think you should start with something cheerful."

"Tom that song got record views on YouTube in 24 hours and to be speaking of dark the whole album is dark. And Steve also said it would be.." you stopped as Tom gave you a questioning look.

"Yeah right no more talking or thinking about that moron but I need to sing at least one from the album." You whined.

"Yeah choose any other song from the album and sing it in between not in the beginning."

"Then what do you want me to sing?"

"I have the best song in my mind." He took out his phone and played a song.

You belong with me playing

"Oh no no no I'm not doing that." you nodded your head sideways vigorously in disapproval.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's goin' off about somethin' that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do

Song continues to play in the background……

"Oh c'mon. You used to love singing this when I was in a relationship with the girl you hated the most in high school."

"Huh! That gothic troglodyte." You scoffed.

"What was her name again?" Your forehead puckered pretended to think hard.

"Sofia"

“Yeah right Sofia. How dare she come to me and say to stay away from you. I was this close to hitting her in the face.” Tom shook his head laughing.

“I was like excuse me bitch don't get so flattered with the new boyfriend you are showing off to the world because if I go and tell him to leave you he will oblige to me without a question and throw you out of his life."

"You seriously had that much trust in me." Tom’s eyes widened.

"I trusted you more than me, dummy."

“You seriously couldn't ask out any other girl in the whole school? How desperate were you?" you frowned, rolling your eyes.

“C'mon I wasn't a stud that time as you see me now."

“You could have asked me out." You pouted.

“You were my junior Y/N how could you come to my senior prom."

“I still remember how you used to roam around her like a puppy.” you giggled.

“No I didn't.” he retorted.

“Yes you did but when she dumped you for that red head I was the happiest person on this planet not gonna lie.” you snorted.

“Ouch”

“She was a good riddance though.” You chuckled.

“That's why you were upset and wrote this song back then?” He arched his brows.

“Nooo why would I be upset with that flour bag. It was you for who I was upset for. I had this huge crush on you but you never noticed it. I felt insecure. She made me think that maybe I'm not good enough for you. Maybe I'm not that pretty.” you rambled.

“Hey hey listen to me.” He cupped your face.

“you're the prettiest, most talented and kind hearted girl I have ever met. We actually don't deserve you. You are perfect and that is why even after I had feelings for you since like forever I didn't have the guts to ask you out. Never underestimate yourself, you only deserve the best.”

El had come to call Tom but she stopped at the doorway as she listened to your conversation.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?

Been here all along, so why can't you see

You belong with me

Standin' by and waitin' at your back door

All this time, how could you not know, baby

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

You gazed into his soft brown eyes. You wanted to tell him that you have already lost the best thing you had, that is him. You both stared into each other a little longer, you cleared your throat to ease the tension as Tom retracted his hands from your face.

“Uhh okay I think you should lie down now let me go check what others are doing.”

“Yeah." Tom left taking the food tray.

………………………………….

After lunch you were still lying on bed utterly bored Zendaya was beside you reading a book.

“Am I on my deathbed?''

“What makes you think that?" Zendaya chuckled.

“Then why am I not allowed to go out?"

“You are sick and anyways the boys are decorating the house for Harrison's birthday so we don’t have anything to do."

“Wait what!!? Oh my god I totally forgot today is Harrison's birthday." You slapped your forehead.

"They are decorating and didn't bother to call me. Wait till I kick their asses." You got up from the bed and ran downstairs.

“What are you guys doing?" you said, crossing your hands, frowning.

“Can't you see we are decorating." Harry said.

“Yeah that I can totally see but is Haz turning 5 today? What's with this annoyingly stupid decoration?" you said with a sarcastic tone.

“And the sassy queen is back.'' Harry quipped.

“Seriously guys I have been away from you all like what six years and you guys have lost all your class. I didn't expect your standards to go this low. But that's fine I'm here now I'll get you back in shape."

“Y/N we can't redo the decorations again we are tired already." Sam whined.

“And why are you even out of your bed? Tom counter questioned you holding some streamers in his hands.

“C'mon guys my man is turning 30. I want it to be special. Pleaase." You pouted.

“Okay as you say Y/N." The boys agreed.

"Yayy!! Love you guys" You clapped your hands excitedly.

“Okay let's discuss and make a list of things we require quickly.

“First of all the theme color of the party will be black and gold so I need metallic balloons in black and gold. Sam I need you to cook the finest dishes you have got to offer. Tuwaine you handle the booze Jacob will help you with that. Oh and for the cake I need a rum cake."

“What are you gonna do?" Harry asked.

“What? I'm already doing the work of supervising you guys isn’t that enough?. Moreover, I'm sick too, you know."

“Always know your way with us."

“Okay enough talking get your asses back to work we don't have much time. And take these ridiculous decorations out of my sight." Everyone got back to redecorating the house as per your directions.

“Okay guys everything ready? Ed texted me they are almost at the front door."

"Everything is as you wanted Y/N stop stressing so much" Tuwaine reassured.

"Okay then get into your positions."

Ed came back with Harrison. The lights were out as you all positioned yourselves. As soon as the door opened you all jumped out of your places. The lights turned on.

“Surprise!!!!!!"

“Happy Birthday!!! Harrison!!!" Everyone shouted in unison.

“Whoa!!" Harrison was overwhelmed with joy as he gasped, putting his hand on his chest.

“Now this looks like a dope decoration. Which you divs ofcourse can't pull it off unless it was my best girl…" he was cut short as you walked in singing with the birthday cake in your hand.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Harrison

Happy birthday to you

Tom was behind you; he had two crackers lighted in his hands.

“Aww thank you guys I'm feeling so emotional right now." You placed the cake on the table.

“C'mon you div cut the cake."

Harrison blew out the candles and cut the cake. He took a piece and fed you first.

“Congratulations now you are officially an old man." You teased. He then fed to Tom.

“Happy birthday bro." Tom hugged him.Everybody helped themselves with the cake and food.

“Okay let's light up the party will ya?"

You played the music.

Levitating starts playing

(If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy

And I could take you for a ride

I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm

Where the music don't stop for life

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eye

Shining just the way I like

If you feeling like you need a little bit of company

You met me at the perfect time)

“C'mon singleton I'm your date for tonight.” you pulled Harrison by his hands to the centre of the room.

(You want me, I want you, baby

My sugar boo, I'm levitating

The milky way, we're renegading

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You pulled him closer to you and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands went on to his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.

(I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating

You, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating)

Others joined you shortly. You interlock your hands around his neck as you sway back and forth.

“Sorry for almost ruining your birthday” you pouted.

“Hey this is the best birthday I have ever had” he raised his hands to your shoulders, interlocking them around your neck. “Especially when my best friend has planned everything” He lightly bumped his forehead on yours.

(I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy

I see us written in the stars

We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never

Baby, nothing's ever ever too far

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes

Shining just the way we are

I feel like we're forever every time we get together

But whatever, let's get lost on Mars)

Harrison twirled you around as you both laughed. You left his hand and waltzed your way to the tables where the drinks were kept. You saw El standing in the corner you thought of going to her but then let go of the thought.

(You can fly away with me tonight

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby, let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm levitating (woo)

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You saw Tom approach El as they happily danced together. You smiled.

(My love is like a rocket, watch it blast-off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You, Zendaya and Chloe got up on the large wooden centre table of the living room and started dancing.

“If you girls fall off the table and break your bones we are not taking your responsibility” Ed warned.

(My love is like a rocket, watch it blast-off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

“Don’t worry babe our bones are very strong and bendy” Chloe snickered. As you all bursted out laughing.

(You want me, I want you, baby

My sugar boo, I'm levitating

The milky way, we're renegading

I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on dance with me

I'm levitating (woo)

You all jumped off the table as you were about to turn you bumped into Tom, your palms lay flat on his chest, his hands went around your waist. You locked eyes with each other for a moment, soon you retracted. Harrison came and placed his hands on both of your backs as you danced together.

(You can fly away with me tonight

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby, let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm levitating (woo)

Song continues………...

The night was full of hearty laughters, drinks, good music and lots of dancing.

After the wild night you guys had. You were sleeping like a log next morning. Zendaya tried to wake you up but you didn't budge so she gave up. Tom checked the time,he knew you were going to be late if he didn’t wake you up.

“Y/N wake up" Tom nudged your shoulder pulling away the covers.

"Mmmhmm go away Tom let me sleep" you waved your hand to shoo him away.

"You can sleep as much as you want after the concert. C'mon love wake up."

“No!" You pulled over the covers on your face.

Tom thought he had no other option than doing what he was going to do. He put his hands inside the covers and started tickling you.

“Okay sleepyhead now get up."

“Tom! Stop it! No!" You started giggling as you rolled on your side. Tom continued to tickle you and got up on the bed. He was laughing too. You threw your arms and legs to tackle him away. He caught one of your hands and got up to straddle you around your hips.

“You can't win, I have super strength, remember?"

“Oh fuck off you div." You threw your legs once more as Tom lost balance and fell on your side you quickly got up to straddle him.

“I win." You pinned his hands down and flashed a cheeky grin.

“Not so easily darling." He easily freed his hands from your grip and again started tickling you. You struggled to hold on to his hands as he rolled you over on your back and trapped you under his weight. Your chests pressed against each other, legs tangled, his head buried in the crook of your neck, hands sprawled on the bed. Your palms lay flat on his back holding onto him both of you laughing uncontrollably. You slowly regained your composure, you were breathless due to the laughter riot you had as you whispered softly.

“Tom.."

“Hmm?.." Tom hummed his chest moving up and down heaving.

“Tom.. I think you should get up before anyone comes in and gets the wrong idea." Tom suddenly became aware of the questionable position he was lying upon you.

"Oh yeah." He hurriedly got up.

You sat up fixing your t-shirt. Both of you were blushing as you looked awkwardly at opposite corners of the room avoiding each other's gaze.

“Uh.. I'm sorry." Tom stuttered. You glance up as your eyes meet.

“It's okay. I.. I better get dressed." You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah me too." He got off the bed and walked out of your room. He turned to look at you one last time, you smiled at him.

After reaching the stage ground. Tom was skillfully doing his job handling each and everything not allowing you to even talk to anyone other than your musical troupe.

“You just focus on your practise session. I'll handle everything." He said.

You discussed with the group and started practicing. After a while you all took a break for half an hour though it was Tom who insisted citing your health. You came back with Tom to the music room to sit for a while. Tom admired the various instruments kept in the room; he took an electric guitar in his hand and strummed a few chords.

“It's not your field of expertise Spiderman." You sneered.

“Are you challenging me?"

“I'm stating facts. You shrugged.

“Try me."

“Really? Okay let's see my next song is Style, think you could play it?” Tom instantly started playing the starting tune of the song on the guitar. You were amazed that he knew the tune so well.

Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh,

It's been a while since I have even heard from you

(Heard from you)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch it go round and round each time

You took a deep breath closing your eyes and started singing. Your hands went and gripped on to the mike.Tom looked at you in awe. He took his time in admiring the strong and confident woman you have grown into.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You pulled out the mic from the stand raising your voice to a higher octave you sensually strolled in the front brushing your hand below your eye. Going by the lyrics you placed your index finger on your lips giving a subtle wink.

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You carded your hair and strolled sideways trailing your hand from your thighs to your hip. You practised your little dance moves.

So it goes, he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Takes me home, lights are off he's taking off his coat (Hm yeah)

I say "I've heard that you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl.

You waltzed towards Tom singing with a smirk on your face. You danced your eyebrows playfully. His eyes fixed on you as he played.

He says "What you've heard is true but I

Can't stop thinking about you" and I

I said "I've been there too a few times"

You sang scrunching your nose, nodding your head and winked with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Your eyes were now focused on him. As you gazed intently into each other's eyes. You felt a sudden heat rising in your body.

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (A tight little skirt)

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Never batting an eyelash you stared at each other. The microphone and the guitar was the only barrier keeping you both apart. You were brought out of your daze when you heard others coming in.

“Well played.” You said.

“All thanks to you. You taught me back then remember?”

The day went pretty well for you. This was the first time in all the days you have spent here where there is no tension brewing between you two.

………………

Next day you were excited to go again for your rehearsal and the sole reason was Tom but it didn't happen.

“You go ahead today, I'll join you later.I have got some calls to make for tomorrow."

“Okay." You left alone in a cab.

After finalizing everything for tomorrow Tom was about to leave to go to you when El stopped him.

“Tom we need to talk."

“Umm El I know after everything happened you despise the fact of me and Y/N interacting with each other. But she's my best friend and you have to make peace with that."

“No Tom I'm totally fine and happy that finally you two have decided to sort out everything between yourselves."

“Then what is the matter El?" he said with concerned eyes.

"Tom I can't live this life of uncertainty anymore. This ongoing tension between three of us is too much for me to handle.

You have to choose Tom either it's me or Y/N. You can't ride two boats at the same time."

"El!?"

“Yes Tom you have to choose. Either you let go of her or let go of me."

“I can't El I seriously can't."

“You love her right?" Tom fell silent. How can he tell his fiancee that he loves someone else.

“Then what is the problem Tom? Why are you giving up on her so easily?"

“What about you El? I don't wanna hurt you in this process"

“You know I love you and after meeting Y/N I learnt what true love is. When you truly love someone there are no expectations, no forced emotions you learn to let go for the sake of their happiness that's what she has been doing all these years and continues to do still now. She loves you Tom even though she's in a state of denial."

"And even if we get married what's the use of pretending to be in love with someone when we aren't? El took off her engagement ring and handed it to Tom.

"Here take this. It doesn't belong to me anymore"

"I'm sorry El you don't deserve this."

"It's okay Tom. Maybe in the near future when I look back at this I'll just laugh it off as how kiddish this whole thing was." Tom's eyes were wet as he gave a tight lipped smile.

“Just don't screw up this time or I'll kick your ass off if you make my sacrifice go into waste." She chuckled.

“Go get her tiger.And don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

“I love you El. Thank you so much" he hugged her.

“Love you too Tom" El kissed him on his cheek.

"Where are you going by the way from here?"

“I'm gonna go MIA for a while. The media attention that is going to come after this news breaks out will be huge and I'm not ready to handle that,so you take the heat while I lay low and enjoy." She winked.

Everyone was surprised to see El all dressed up coming down the stairs Tom behind her with some luggage.

"Hey guys it was fun staying over here, I wish I could stay a little longer but gotta flight to catch" Eleanor went and hugged each one of them.

"Wish Y/N was here" she sighed

"okay guys goodbye" Eleanor waved and went out of the house. Everyone was puzzled.

“Hey Tom what's with El? Where's she going?"

“She's leaving Haz."

“Why!?"

“We are calling it quits for good Haz."

"I'm going to see her off and will be back by afternoon" Tom left with El.

You eagerly waited for Tom the whole time but when he didn't show up you were really upset. You booked a cab while returning home.

“I have really got an awesome assistant. Like what kind of person he is, he didn't show up for today's session and didn't even bother to call and tomorrow is my event. Where is that twat!?" You grumbled as you entered the house. Not getting any response from anyone you looked around to find a gloomy environment in the house.

“Guys?? Everything alright?"

“Eleanor left." Harrison informed.

“What do you mean by Eleanor left?

“Tom and El have called it quits, the wedding is officially canceled." Harry said.

“What! Why? Oh god this is all because of me." you face palmed, you felt terrible.

“This can’t happen where is Tom? I need to talk to him.”

“He has gone to drop her at the airport”

You dragged yourself to your room, sitting on the bed you ran your hands through your hair frustrated. Suddenly your eyes went to the night stand. A letter, your name written on it. You opened it and read it out

“Dear Y/N

When you will get this letter I will be gone by that time. I wouldn't have been able to say this to you in person so I decided to write it down.First of all my hearty apologies for my behavior towards you that day it was rude but I was upset with my life suddenly turning upside down and battling my own demons hope you understand. Y/N I'm not going away because I feel defeated but I finally realize what true love is and you made me realize that thank you Y/N. Please don't blame yourself. I have consciously taken this decision. I know neither you nor Tom will ever try to hurt my feelings. That is why you both have suppressed your feelings for each other even if it caused extreme pain to both of you. I know eventually if we got married Tom would have been a loyal and dutiful husband I have no doubt in that. But I can't live with the guilt that I separated two soul mates. Yes Y/N you both are made for each. So I felt it's better I leave. I have seen the sparkle in Tom's eyes when he sees you, the way his face lightens up, how happy he is around you. You asked me to fill the void in Tom's life but there is no void left to fill Y/N because they are already filled up with the memories of you. Please Y/N take him back in your life and give him another chance, he totally deserves it. I have seen the pain he hides behind that smile. He is still madly in love with you and so are you with him. How much ever you deny I have seen that love in your eyes too. Life has given you another chance don't waste it. And please don't forget to invite me to your wedding. I will be eagerly waiting for the invitation.

Love

Eleanor.”

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Us, January 11

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Cover: Diets That Work -- Julianne Hough

Page 2: Red Carpet -- Stars flex their right to bare leg in high-slit dresses -- Dua Lipa, Cynthia Erivo, Kristin Cavallari, Bebe Rexha, Sydney Sweeney

Page 3: Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Lopez, Ariel Winter, Hailey Bieber, Shay Mitchell

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Olivia Wilde vs. Natalie Portman, Ashley Greene vs. Rachel Zoe

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Barack Obama joking about quarantining with his daughter Malia’s boyfriend, Pink revealing she broke her ankle and had a staph infection in addition to testing positive for coronavirus, Amal Clooney joking to husband George Clooney about the time and effort she put into her new 1000-page legal book, Miley Cyrus on feeling like she really made it after Cher slammed her 2013 VMAs performance, Anderson Cooper on being a dad to 8-month-old Wyatt

Page 8: Contents

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani stopped at the music studio together in Pasadena

Page 11: Tiger Woods and son Charlie teamed up for the PNC Championship in Orlando, Vivica A. Fox during a tropical getaway in Tulum in Mexico, Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner took a stroll around the village and did some shopping in Mammoth Lakes, California

Page 12: Paris Hilton and Carter Reum in Sherman Oaks, Niecy Nash showed support for Regina King at a drive-in event for her film One Night in Miami in Malibu, Candice Swanepoel in a white bathing suit in Miami

Page 13: Duchess Camilla held a virtual royal engagement in London, Dancing With the Stars couple Sasha Farber and Emma Slater were in a great mood while out and about just days after becoming American citizens in L.A.

Page 14: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Matt James hit the golf course in Jupiter in Florida, Renee Zellweger with an armload of packages in L.A., pregnant Emily Ratajkowski sipped on a beverage during a beach day in L.A.

Page 15: Molly Shannon hopped on her bike after withdrawing cash from the ATM in L.A., Sandra Lee taking out the trash at her new place just days after moving out of the N.Y. home she shared with her ex Gov. Andrew Cuomo in Malibu

Page 16: Seeing Double -- mom match with their mini-me’s -- Serena Williams and daughter Alexis Olympia Jr., Sutton Foster and daughter Emily, Gabrielle Union and daughter Kaavia, Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi, Cardi B and daughter Kulture

Page 17: Kourtney Kardashian and daughter Penelope, Tamera Mowry-Housley and daughter Ariah, Eva Longoria and son Santiago, pregnant Kelly Rowland and son Titan

Page 18: Lady Gaga’s hair looks great in all hues

Page 20: Love Lives -- Lauren Burnham and Arie Luyendyk Jr. welcoming twins

Page 21: Kevin Jonas commemorated his 11th wedding anniversary with wife Danielle by sharing a photo of the two posing at the very spot they met, Chrishell Stause is defending her new romance with Keo Motsepe against all of the conspiracy theories, Jamie Lee Curtis and Christopher Guest’s love was built to last

Page 22: Just days after Shia LaBeouf was sued by his ex FKA Twigs for sexual battery and assault and emotional distress Shia was spotted making out with Margaret Qualley at LAX airport -- they’re very much in the honeymoon phase and Margaret’s totally smitten and she trusts he’s not the bad guy people say he is but Margaret’s loved ones are concerned about her new beau especially her mother Andie MacDowell who’s keeping an extremely close watch on the situation and if Shia so much puts a foot out of line she’ll come down on him like a ton of bricks -- Shia insists he’s a changed man and that he’ll never go back to those dark days ever again

Page 23: Life behind bars hasn’t been easy for Mossimo Giannulli and he’s having a rough time -- he’s in Covid-19-related protective custody and spending almost all of his time in his cell has been very mentally taxing but he’s doing his best to stay positive by reading, writing letters to his family and planning future business ventures and turning to prayer when he feels weak

* After relapsing in December John Mulaney is hoping to make 2021 a better year and he’s committed to a total change of lifestyle -- John who has been vocal about his decades-long substance abuse struggles and he had been on a really long run of bad habits that had turned his life upside down but his family and friends are standing by his side and they’re proud that he’s finally getting the help he so desperately needed for quite some time

* Keeping Up With Us -- Maren Morris has officially cancelled her upcoming tour due to the ongoing coronavirus pandemic and is in the midst of working on her third album, Rachel Zoe was scarred for life after her 9-year-old son Skyler fell 40 feet from a ski lift, TikTok star Charli D’Amerlio and her family are getting their own reality series, Wilmer Valderrama and his fiancee Amanda Pacheco are expecting their first child, six months after The Weeknd put his Hidden Hills mansion on the market for $25 million his asking price has been slashed to just under under $22 million

Page 24: A Day in Our Life -- Sistine and Sophia Stallone

Page 25: Ariana Grande and Dalton Gomez are engaged -- she’s beyond excited and they are so in love and committed to spend the rest of their lives together and her loved ones approve of the real estate agent

Page 26: What Leah Remini Knows -- actress and Scientology critic Leah is calling out Tom Cruise for his on-set freak-out

Page 28: Reality Bites -- these stars got their first moments in the spotlight appearing on unscripted TV shows -- Lady Gaga, Cardi B, Laverne Cox, Kesha

Page 29: Aaron Paul, Josh Henderson, Emma Stone, Jamie Chung

Page 31: Cover Story -- Survival of the Fittest -- how the hottest stars get and stay in shape -- Halle Berry

Page 32: Julianne Hough, Jessica Simpson, Carrie Underwood

Page 33: Weight Loss Winners -- Rebel Wilson, Tiffany Haddish, Adele

Page 34: Jennifer Aniston, Gal Gadot

Page 36: Kaley Cuoco, Jennifer Lopez

Page 37: Power Couples -- Thom Evans and Nicole Scherzinger, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade, Mark Consuelos and Kelly Ripa, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes

Page 38: My Healthy Routine -- Kristin Cavallari, Miranda Kerr

Page 39: Reese Witherspoon, Vanessa Hudgens

Page 40: Style -- shades of glory -- Pantone’s Color of the Year for 2021 is actually two defining hues -- wear Illuminating Yellow and Ultimate Gray in myriad ways

Page 42: Entertainment -- Gina Torres on her role on 9-1-1: Lone Star

Page 43: 2021 movie preview

Page 46: Fashion Police -- Gwen Stefani, Ashley Roberts, Lily Collins

Page 47: Saweetie, Gavin Rossdale, Bella Thorne

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Brian Austin Green

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amliyatduniya · 4 years ago

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Dua For Winning The Lottery, “Money is very important to live life. Having money can fulfill your basic needs. Today’s time is such that people who have money, people ask them. The one who does not have money, dua for winning the lottery, he is neither respected in the society nor does any person talk to him. Everyone keeps distance from him.

There are some people whose conditions at home are very bad. They do not even know how to get food for one time. In such a situation, he dreams of getting rich. And to get rich soon, they resort to lottery. Lottery is the only way, which can open the fortunes of a poor person and make him rich.

Lottery is played in every country. And everyday people try their luck. But they get caught in such a swamp of greed, from where it becomes very difficult to get out. Some people find out the lottery number by black magic. But Islam never allows us to do this. But with islamic dua you can get success in lottery. This dua is also good for getting the children to pass the exam with good marks.

You must have heard the saying that greed is a bad force. In the affair of greed, the person keeps on playing lottery. And a day comes when he spends all his money in the lottery. He realizes his mistake. But he doesn’t give up. So today we will tell you such a dua which will help you in winning any kind of lottery.

Dua To Win Lottery

If seen, lottery is considered a haram act in Islam. But there are some people who are not able to maintain their house properly. And they play the game of lottery helpless in front of poverty. Many people play the game of gambling, lotto and lottery. Most of the people do not get success in this. Due to which they lose money, and have to face many types of financial problems.

You must have heard the stories of your greed since childhood. Who has only one moral in the last, that greed ruins a person, dua to win lottery, The person whose stars of luck are good, their lottery number goes out quickly. And in whose fate the lottery is not written, the lottery does not come out even after wanting it. But today let’s solve your all the time.

This dua has to be recited on your friday night only. Those who are below 18 years of age cannot recite this dua.

When you have read the Insha prayer, and go to sleep on the bed, then before that you have to recite this dua 121 times.

First of all, clean your mouth thoroughly with water with both hands.

A little perfume has to be applied on the body. And apply jasmine oil on the hair.

After that, sit on the bed and read this dua. Allah Ki Shan Mohammad Ka Nur Khawaza Ki Tasbee Kul Aalam Do Khabar Aaj Ki Jarur.

You have to close your eyes and sleep as soon as possible after reciting the dua. If your eyes open at some point in the night, then do not keep your feet under your bed.

Insha Allah whenever you play any type of lottery or lotto, you will definitely get 101% success in it.

In a few days Allah will make your luck shine.In a few days Allah will make your luck shine. And will fulfill your every wish.

Lottery is also a game of luck, the person whose luck is good, his lottery goes out. Some people see lottery or lotto numbers in their dreams, and they wake up in the morning and put the numbers in the lottery which appeared in the dream. And later it happens that even the lottery does not come out and there is a lot of loss of money.

If it is so that at night you go to sleep with lottery. And if your lottery number is out in the morning, how will you feel? Hope you go crazy with happiness. Because lottery is the only way that makes even a rook a king overnight. Such a dua in the Quran that gives you sudden wealth. If you want, you can also read it.

Dua To Win Lottery Immediately

Everyone’s thinking is always to become rich. When we see a rich person leaving, you also think, I wish I was also a rich man like him, dua to win lottery immediately, Fulfills all your wishes. Let us tell you that it is very difficult to become a rich man. You have to work hard for many years, but with lottery you can reach from poor to rich and from road to palace in few moments.

In earlier times lotteries were sold and bought. But in today’s time online lottery is played. Where people buy lottery tickets online while sitting at home, and become rich. There are some states in India too, where lottery is played even today. Now we will tell you how to get success in lottery through the Quran, we will tell you the blessings of winning the lottery immediately.

If you want to increase your chances of lottery, then you have to read this dua and wazifa. You have to recite this dua only after buying the lottery ticket. If you have spent more money on your lottery ticket, then definitely you will get a lot of profit. This dua will also work to increase prosperity in your business. That is, by this dua you will get wealth from all sides.

You see any kind of lottery or lotto number in your dream, then you should never put that number, because dreams never come true. After buying a lottery ticket, you should always keep that ticket in your purse, you have to take care that the ticket should never fall on the ground. If you have any query related to lottery, then you can ask our maulana ji.

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islamicrays · 5 years ago

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i was diagnosed with pcos recently and i’m really struggling ... the hair loss and the other effects really make me feel horrible , idk how to go on with my life

Assalamu Alaikum,

You can minimize the symptoms with lifestyle change. If you are healthy then lose your weight. Check your BMI. Be active and do walk/excercise. Avoid junk food and eat organic. There are video's on youtube on how to cure pcos naturally; you can watch that. Do your research; don't just rely on doctor advice. Get to know more about pcos and talk to the expert. Lastly don't lose hope. He won't burden us with something that we can't handle.

You can recite the following dua:

1.Truly distress has seized me, but You are Most Merciful of those that are merciful.

(Quran 21:83-84)

2.And when I am ill, it is He who cures me

(Quran Surah Ash Shu’ara 26:80)

I hope it will be helpful. May Allah make things easier for you and guide us to the straight path.

Ameen

#question

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laythornmuse · 6 years ago

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Distopia - One Quote, One Shot

Squeaking in 40 minutes before the end of my deadline, if you’re Pacific time ;) Thank you @notevenjokingfic and @balfeheughlywed My One Quote, One Shot!! Enjoy everyone!!!

Claire slapped the X-Ray onto the viewing screen, the snapping of film against glass sending a ripple of satisfaction through her. Her eyes studied the bilateral image of a skull, her husband’s skull, as her tablet loaded his last MRI report.

The acidic coffee in her mug swarmed her senses as her eyes searched, probed, for an answer. A tangible one. One besides prayer, patience and time. She’d had her fill with patience, and wanted to rage against the invisible bars of her well mannered, and understanding prison.

She’d lost her husband.

***

It had been a quiet Tuesday evening in her surgical suite. A dislocated shoulder and a minor hernia that had her and Joe playing “Rock, Paper, Scissors,” winner chooses last. It was during her surgery that Joe appeared with Dr. Weis, the hospital’s chief surgeon, to relieve her.

She knew to expect the worse and had often seen the worse scream through the trauma unit. But reading the accident report sheet—

- - -Vehicle roll over after head-on collision- - -Driver 1 DUA - - -Driver 2 non responsive- - - severe head trauma - - - 20 minute extradition from vehicle - - -

Claire read the words over and over, but her brain would not comprehend their meaning. She stood outside his trauma suite and saw the team prepping him for surgery, yet she could not reconcile the swollen, ravaged face as the one she’d kissed goodbye earlier that afternoon. He’d teased her when she made dinner reservations to celebrate their 4 month wedding anniversary.

“I dinna think four months is any more symbolic than 4 weeks,” Jamie quipped, “but I’ll eat cake with ye all the same.”

Four hours later, he entered surgery under the care of two men she respected and trusted—she could ask for no better—yet Claire felt desperate and agitated, her hope and faith a mere whisper in her mind.

24 hours after that, her world began to unwind.

***

It seemed he couldn’t avoid a complication. Infection, a punctured lung, burst spleen…

“It will all heal, Claire.”

Joe’s mantra played over and over in her mind. She prayed it, whispered it in the dark corners of the doctor’s lounge where she reviewed his labs and tests.

On paper, Jamie’s body was slowly mending, his vitals showing steady improvement, but Claire was restless as the days passed. And then, finally, his eye lids fluttered, and Claire felt a breath shudder against her ribs in relief. She smacked the call button to the nurses' station before her hands were on him, gently tracing the contours of his cheek.

“Jamie?” She sobbed. His face creased in the effort to flutter his lids again, his mouth pulling into a full Scottish grimace. “Aye,” he rasped. “God, I’m thirsty.”

Tears streamed down Claire’s face as she pushed his curls back from his brow. An impatient Scottish sound emitted from him, and she chuckled as she picked up her own cup of ice chips.

“Here then…small spoonfuls…” a smile broke across her face, as she saw his tongue move distastefully along his lip. With his lips less parched, he turned his eyes to her, his expression soft, confused, and wondrous.

“You were in a car accident, Jamie,” Claire explained. “You’ve been unconscious for three days.” The crease between his brows deepened as she spoke. When she swept her fingers along his jaw, he gasped and Claire jerked her hand away, startled. Claire watched as words crept to the edge of his lips, nearly spilling from his mouth before his teeth stopped them, a storm of emotions crossing his face in silence.

“Do you remember anything about the accident?”

“Just…light. And then pain.” He grimaced again before he pushed her spoon and ice chips away.

“And how’s your pain now?”

“I’ll bide. Can I see my sister and my Da? They must be driving ye—”

“What?” Claire whispered. She cursed her glass face as her lip trembled and Jamie’s expression turned from sleepy to alarmed. “Och, It’s no that I mind ye—”

“Did—” Claire felt her tongue was too large for her mouth as she stared back at him. “Did you just ask for your father, Jamie?”

“I did, and I’d appreciate ye not making me feel odd for it,” Jamie grumbled, his mood quickly becoming more agitated.

Claire’s face crumpled as she processed Jamie’s words, and then his painful cringe. “Ack, my head…”

“Mr. Fraser! I’m so glad to see you awake,” Joe greeted from the door, his face beaming. “It’s been hard to keep Claire away from you.”

A blush crept up Jamie’s cheeks that made Claire’s blood run cold.

“I can tell the lass has been attentive, but…”

“Lass?” Joe deadpanned, his eyes cutting to Claire as realization washed over her.

“Jamie,” Joe asked quietly, approaching the bed now and motioning for Claire to step back. The motion was unnecessary. Claire was already off the bed, holding her arms against her body. “You don’t recognize Claire?”

“Nay, but I fear I should,” Jamie croaked, his body trembling as his eyes locked on Claire. Joe nodded and reached into the hospital nightstand. He held in front of Jamie a simple platinum band and placed it into his good hand.

“Your left hand surprisingly was unharmed. We removed this from you to keep it safe.”

“It’s mine?” Jamie asked softly.

“Yes,” Joe answered. “It’s your wedding band. Claire’s your wife.”

***

Claire ‘s time as a doctor exposed her to many emotional outcries from patients, but she was not prepared for Jamie’s rejection. Upon hearing Joe’s words, Jamie’s eyes locked upon her and immediately began measuring. She felt naked before his gaze as his eyes scanned her from the tips of toes to the ends of her curls, and then…doubt. Doubt was all she could see beaming from his eyes and the weight of it crushed her.

Jamie’s doubt morphed into trembling sobs as Joe gently explained it was actually 2017, not 2015, but that this type of lapse was very common after head trauma. Claire also knew the reassuring language, but could not focus just then on reassurances. When her phone pinged, she stood up suddenly, drawing both men’s eyes to her.

“Jenny’s in the waiting room. I’ll bring her in.” Claire turned to leave, a murmured “Thank Christ” reaching her ears before she started toward her sister-in-law.

Jenny’s face paled when she saw Claire’s face.

“He’s all right,” Claire reassured, squeezing her hands.

“I’d never know that by the look of ye,” Jenny murmured. “How is he, really?”

“He has some….memory loss,” Claire muttered. “He doesn’t remember me, but…”

“He’s scrambled his heid that bad—”

“Jenny,” Claire whispered. “He’s asking about your father.”

Jenny placed a hand on Claire’s shoulder and grasped it tight, her other hand covering her mouth. “Oh, Claire. Oh, God.”

***

Claire sat on the tile outside her husband’s hospital room. He’d asked to speak with Jenny alone, so here she kept her vigil. She tucked her trembling knees to her forehead and leaned her aching chest against her thighs. It wasn’t fair, she thought. He shouldn’t have to live through this loss twice.

The first time, they lived through the loss of Brian Fraser together. This time, he would face it alone.

A shout shook her and made her teeth chatter. A keening sob sounded next, a rare sound she’d only heard once before, and Claire felt her insides liquify with the pain of it.

Murmurs echoed from the room behind her, Jenny’s soft voice crooning to him in Gaelic.

“I dinna want her!”

Claire froze. As suddenly as her tears had started earlier that afternoon, her eyes cleared as realization flooded her. He didn’t want her.

Claire sniffed and stretched her legs forwards, allowed herself to stretch over her knees. Gently, she gathered her feet beneath her and crossed the hall to the visitor’s bathroom. She splashed the tepid water across her cheeks and over her forehead before she physically shook herself before the bathroom mirror.

“Right,” Claire said to her reflection. “Food and Tea, Fraser. You have a long night ahead of you.”

He didn’t want her.

Claire scoffed to herself, righting her hair and patting her face dry. Of course, he didn’t want her.

He bloody needed her.

***

For two days, Jamie barely spoke to anyone, except the hospital staff and Jenny. Jenny’s visits involved more shouting than talking, so much so patients began closing their doors at 3PM in preparation for the incoming fight. It was impressive, even to Ian.

“This is more than his Da, Claire,” Ian spoke softly, watching Claire as she refilled his hospital water jug.

“I know it,” she replied. “He’s just…lost, I think. And frightened.”

“Jenny brought photos from your wedding today,” Ian said, and they both turned to watch the closed door of his hospital room as if it could explode at any moment.

“Well,” Claire muttered. “Silence is new, at least.”

Jamie had allowed her to be in his room during the day but stubbornly insisted each night he wanted to be alone. Claire, armed with a freshly packed weekend bag of clothes, stubbornly refused to leave the hospital and reminded him each night that she was sleeping across the hall if he changed his mind.

Tonight was no different.

“I dinna know ye, woman, and sitting there staring at me willna change it.”

Jenny had left an hour before, and Jamie had turned away from her when she reappeared in his room. Squaring up her shoulders, she eyed his back and the shivers she still saw under his hospital gown.

“I know that,” She said quietly. “But I won’t leave, Jamie. I—”

“Even if I told ye to leave me?” Jamie huffed. “Even if seeing your face just reminds me of how broken I am? That there is a life I had that’s now lost, along with—” His eyes closed as his body shook. “Did ye even know him?”

Claire watched as Jamie turned onto his back, not looking at her, but not blocking her out either.

“Yes.” Jamie didn’t respond but his head turned towards her, so she continued.

“We spent two weekends a month at Lallybroch. He transplanted a rose bush from your mother’s garden for us to take home.”

“We were living together?” Jamie asked, incredulously.

“If what Jenny said is true I only knew ye about six months…”

“Yes everyone said we rushing, but not Brian,” Claire chuckled. “Brian, however, saw our disastrous flower bed and berated you for not digging it up —”

“—Because we didn’t have a working front door—” Jamie froze and Claire’s face lit up into a knowing smile. “Christ,” Jamie whispered, as his eyes cut to hers. “How…how can I remember that but nothing else, but not…”

Claire let out a laugh, as she brushed a tear from her eye. “I’m a doctor and I can’t explain it.” She wiped at her cheek, but her smile warmed him, even from where he sat.

“Dinna cry,” Jamie murmured, not unkindly. “Christ, I remembered a door, of all things…”

“You remembered an argument,” Claire corrected. “And you’ll keep remembering. Just be patient with it.” Looking down at her hands, braced them together for courage. “Have I earned the right to stay, then?”

“I didna mean to be unkind, Claire,” Jamie muttered. “Aye. I’d like ye to stay.”

Jamie fell silent and turned on his side. Claire pulled a blanket around her shoulders as she sat back in the visitor’s chair.

“Did you like him?” He asked softly, as she dimmed the lights.

“Oh yes,” she answered. “I loved Brian very much.”

***

The next few days showed the typical signs of healing that Claire had learned to expect from her husband: stubborn and vile crankiness. If Claire joyous for her presence finally being accepted, Jamie was showing her the price she’d pay for it.

“Is there nothing in this hospital but weak broth and jello?” Jamie grumbled. “I canna even get full off this piss.”

“You can’t get full because you keep throwing up breakfast,” Claire muttered as her hands opened the seven cracker packets he insisted on for his weak broth.

“Ye try to keep down hospital eggs that are soppier than a bog.”

Claire rolled her eyes but pushed the bowl in front of him. His mood didn’t improve either as the day went on. His bones ached, his skin itched, and he just about bowled over a nurse who insisted he uses the walker to traverse from the bed to the bathroom.

When the sun settled, Claire thought his mood may have improved when he asked her to play cards. Until he asked to play Crazy Eights.

“No.” Claire deadpanned.

“What? Why?”

“Because every time we play Crazy Eights I’m double fisting 40 cards while you have 5,” Claire answered. “How about Rummy?”

“Bah, that’s a terrible—No!” Jamie sat up in bed, trying to make his body as menacing as he could to the nurse walking in with his dinner tray. Broth again, this time with apple sauce.

“Ye can take that brackish water right back to your prison kitchen and get me some proper bread and meat!”Jamie yelled. The nurse, a waif-like creature called Mary, startled at his tone, her jaw flapping as she looked between Jamie and Claire.

“You can leave it, Mary, thank you,” Claire responded.

“Ye will NOT leave it, and I’ll thank ye to no’ contradict me,” Jamie growled at Claire. Claire watched as Mary escaped, closing their hospital room door behind her. Claire grabbed the tray and began opening his crackers. “Jamie, I know it’s been a hard day but—”

As Claire moved the wheeling tray over his lap Jamie forcibly slapped it away, spilling the contents onto Claire and the floor.

“What the hell, Jamie!” Claire hissed, as she pulled hot steaming shirt away from her skin. “You could have burned me!”

“I’m tired of no one considering what I want, damn it! If I’m ever getting out of this hospital I need real food, not this processed bairn food fit for invalids!” Jamie shouted.

“All I’ve done is listen to you, damn it!” Claire yelled back. “Ever since you nearly killed yourself I’ve done nothing but try to keep you alive, despite you screaming at me!”

“I didna ask ye to, did I? I told ye to leave me, no? And I canna see why ye bothered to save my life if it’s only to starve me to death—unless ye enjoy watching it!”

This was altogether too much.

“Bloody ingrate!”

“Shrew!”

“You fucking bastard!!” Claire bellowed at him as she slammed his hospital door behind her.

Claire turned to see the hospital staff, and a stunned Ian and Jenny looking back at her.

“Feeling better, is he?” Jenny asked, a smirk lighting her face.

Claire took a breath. “Why, yes actually. He is.”

***

Later that evening, Claire awoke in the visitor chair when a soft hissing noise penetrated her sleep.

“Claire,” Jamie whispered again. “Are ye awake?”

“I am now…” Claire murmured, blinking several times into the darkness. “Are you all right? Are you in pain?”

“Nah. Will ye come here?”

Claire stood and wobbled toward his hospital bed, taking a seat on the edge of his mattress. When he moved over to make room for her, she lifted her legs onto the bed and turned on her side to look at him. “Whatisiit,” she murmured into his pillow.

“I dreamt of ye.”

“Oh. What of?”

“Well, to start…” Jamie muttered. “After Jenny and Ian left, I remembered…something. Another time ye called me a…erm, fucking bastard.”

If Claire was grateful for the darkness just then, but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her. “Oooh. Is that so?”

“Mmhmm. I believe…if I remember it right, I’d accused ye of flirting with some lad who got handsy with ye…”

“We were at a nightclub for Geillis’s birthday, against our will, mind you,” Claire murmured. “But you were pretty tipsy…”

“As were you, I think…”

“Uh-huh. But you got…angry.” Claire paused. “I think the term you said was ‘rut.’ If I planned to ‘rut’ with the lad, and if so you’d take yourself home.”

“Ah.” To his credit, he bowed his head, quite similarly to how he had two years ago. “So ye put me in my place, then.”

“Too right, I did.”

“But I went after ye?” Jamie whispered back, and Claire gasped as she felt his hand grip hers for the first time in a week.

“You did.”

He nodded, and brought her hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against her palm. “I think I dreamt what came next. My groveling…and my cherishing of ye. I feel like a right ass for making ye call me that again, but…”

“But what?” Claire slid closer so she could feel the heat coming from his chest.

“But, I’d like verra much to kiss you, if you’ll allow it.”

Claire grinned and felt her heart do a summersault.

“I’ll allow it,” she whispered and pressed her lips to his in the dark.

#one quote one shot #laythornmuse #outlander fanfiction #LTM Distopia

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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818

All About the Letter D

Please List! (at least one) Animals I Like: DOGS. Also deer, dolphins, and ducks. Foods I Like: Donuts, deep dish pizza, dumplings, and a local street food we call dinamita or dynamite (green chili peppers deep-fried in egg roll wrappers). I Know Someone Who’s (jobs) Doctor, dentist, dancer, diver.

I Wouldn’t Mind Visiting: Denmark and Detroit, Michigan. Sometimes I Feel: Depressed, doubtful, disappointed, disgusted.

Music I Listen To: Daniel Caesar, Dua Lipa, Drake, Destiny’s Child. Movies I’ve Seen: The Darjeeling Limited, Django Unchained, Definitely, Maybe, Dreamgirls, The Danish Girl, Dumbo. Names I Like: Dakota, Deirdre. And now, onto the random questions! What is today’s date? It just turned June 17th a minute ago. Have you ever had a dog? Yes, I still have one at the moment and he’s lightly snoring in front of me. Have you ever gone on/been put on a diet? No, I never really had to. Did you know that donkeys can mate with zebras and with horses? Sure, I learned about hybrid animals from the numerous encyclopedias my dad bought me from as soon as I learned how to read haha. Do you ever feel like you want to die? Do you have any loved ones who have died? It’s not as bad as before fortunately, but I still have those days. And yes, I do. I didn’t experience loss until I was 17 with my grandpa’s death, but ever since then I’ve had more relatives pass away. Did you know that degus are actually a type of rodent that can be kept as a pet? I’ve never even heard of them. What do you like to drink? I like coffee, milkshakes, milk tea, and plain ol’ cold water. Have you ever tried to count the spots on a Dalmation before? Nope. I’ve never been that physically close to a dalmatian, but even if I got that chance I don’t think I’d be spending time counting its spots. What’s your favorite kind of dinosaur? I don’t really have one. I do have a favorite dinosaur character though – Rex from Toy Story haha. What’s your favorite dessert? Macarons, cupcakes, and cheesecake. Daffodils, daisies, or dandelions? Honestly had to google each of these because I don’t know what they look like lol and looking at all of them, I’m drawn to dandelions the most. How often do you cook your own dinner? Never, I can’t cook. Do you remember your first date? As clear as day. We went to a museum and an Italian place and she spent the night at my place. Have you ever kept a diary? It was something I kept trying to maintain throughout my pre-teen and teenage years but my interest would always fizzle out after a few weeks. I definitely tried to keep a total of more than ten diaries. Eventually I just gave up and started my first survey blog. Are you a daring person? Do you take lots of risks? Err in some contexts I’d say I am. I like trying out new food no matter how gross or potentially dangerous it is to eat, or being in unfamiliar places and dabbling in activities I haven’t tried before, that kind of daring. I don’t like breaking the rules though. Have you ever filed for divorce? No. Even if I was married and wanted a divorce, I can’t file for one where I live because it’s illegal. Do you have a doorbell? Yep, we’ve had the same one for like eight years. Do you ever feel like you are doomed? This isn’t a usual mood for me, no. Have you ever smoked dope? No. Do you ever experience dysphoria? No, not in any form. Which day of the week is your favorite? These days I don’t have a favorite because all days have been feeling the same...but back when I was still in school and life was ~normal I enjoyed Mondays because I wouldn’t have classes on that day. Mondays generally allowed me to both sit back and relax, and to also catch up on readings and other schoolwork that I wasn’t able to do on the weekend. Do you know anyone who has diabetes? Yes. How many DVD’s do you own? We have a bunch of them but I wouldn’t say it reaches the hundreds. What is your dad’s name? Edgardo. Do you like to dance? Only when I’ve had a lot to drink and only if a bar/club is super crowded, because then no one would remember me and how I dance. Do you drive? Do you have your license? I do, and yes. I just haven’t been able to drive since March because of Covid. Do you believe in destiny? No. Have you ever been dumped before? Yup. It sucked, but ultimately I’d still rather be the dumpee than the dumper lol. How often do you experience diarrhea? Uhhhhh not too often, only when I’ve consumed too much dairy. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done before? I’ve done too many dumb things...but I think nothing’s been as stupid as the time I licked a battery that was leaking something that definitely shouldn’t have been licked. That is up there with the time I tried to plug a power cord that had been clearly gnawed at by my dog and had its wires sticking out in all directions...I was quite a ditzy kid. OH and I also once touched a clothes iron while it was plugged in and was therefore unbelievably hot. Boy did no one ever watch over me lol Have you ever dyed your hair before? Never. My hair has been a bit dry for the longest time and I don’t want to damage it further. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever dressed up as for Halloween? I’ve never dressed up as anything that would be considered strange I think. I always just dressed up as characters. Do you know how to dab? 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remember the day, pt. 7

Summary: Fractured, but not completely broken.

Also on AO3.

Word count: 3,192

Recommended songs: Homesick - Dua Lipa; Need You Still - RVRB.

Check out this fic's soundtrack here.

Chloe spends the next two weeks preparing herself to go back to Los Angeles. She’s going to take part-time courses - though auditing might be a better word - until she feels comfortable enough to head back to work. Her supervisor - academic and professional - had pulled a couple strings.

Chloe supposes she has a rather blessed life. She counts her blessings every night, though the blessings don’t necessarily mean more memories.

And Beca - memories of Beca are her least common memories.

Beca had suggested she listen to “Just A Dream” in her rather abrupt and short reply to Chloe’s email.

Chloe’s not sure what that has to do with the song she had brought up, but she listens to it anyway, wondering if Beca’s completely lost her mind.

The thought briefly makes her laugh to herself humourlessly because Beca’s not the one with memory loss.

The song is good though. She recalls that it came out around the same time as “Just The Way You Are”. It’s like a puzzle Beca is trying to get her to solve, but all she sees are two songs that shouldn’t go together...but they do.

She just doesn’t know how or why - just that they must.

It’s friendship and more, Beca thinks.

Co-captaining the Bellas with Chloe is something akin to a dream and nightmare. She and Chloe have very different styles of teaching and very different styles of music.

Beca is also a little prickly when it comes to her musical taste.

Despite it all, it’s all part of what draws them together and ends up ensuring that they bring home the championship for the second year in a row.

Chloe and her just work well together and she doesn’t allow herself to think beyond that.

(She does her best, really.)

Despite it all, Beca still has a Jesse and that’s that.

Beca picks her up from the airport.

It’s busy as any day in LAX. Chloe grimaces as another traveler bumps into her shoulder apologetically. There’s something messy and incomprehensible about large cities that she’s not sure she understands entirely.

But-

Beca is there, in front of her. She’s holding a little sign that says Chloe’s name with a bright yellow and orange sun drawn in the corner. It kind of looks like it was made by a kid, but it only endears Chloe to Beca more.

“Hello,” Beca says, when Chloe strolls up to her. “Like the sign?”

There is something so charming about Beca when she’s being a complete nerd, Chloe thinks. She briefly wonders how easily she had fallen for Beca’s quiet charm the first time around.

(She only wonders because she thinks she’s falling pretty quickly this time around.

Not that it’s a competition.)

“Hi,” Chloe says, though it’s quiet because it’s all she can muster. The pressure changes in the cabin, though minimal, had not helped her migraine. Standing in front of Beca now, the migraine only intensifies, even as the rest of her is assaulted by the sheer emotion she feels welling up inside of her whenever she so much breathes near Beca.

Beca looks like she’s conflicted. She lowers the sign and holds out a hand tentatively like she’s either about to shake Chloe’s hand or offer to help her with her bag.

Chloe decides that she’s going to make this decision for both of them. She grabs Beca’s arm and pulls her in for a crushing hug, feeling some weight evaporate off her chest instantly.

Chloe presses her face as best as she can against Beca’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around Beca’s body. She tries not to inhale too greedily; tries not to focus too much on the possessive press of Beca’s hands against her back; tries to resist the urge to tilt her face and just press the barest kiss against Beca’s neck.

Beca wonders what the protocol is here - what she is meant to do or say when she’s finally holding Chloe in her arms again after two months of nothing.

"I missed you," Chloe whispers.

Then again, Chloe dives in like she always has. Beca feels herself melt a little more into the hug, uncaring that people are jostling around them or that her sign has floated to the ground.

"I missed you, too," Beca says, reaching a hand up to tangle gently into Chloe’s hair, holding her tighter. More securely.

When Chloe pulls back, she smiles at Beca’s dazed expression. Beca’s hands slide from her body, slowly, as if she wants the moment to linger.

She clears her throat. “Need some help with that?” Beca asks.

“Um, sure. Just...let me…” she kneels, rifling through her bag for her migraine prescription.

Beca immediately looks concerned and she puts a hand on Chloe’s arm, stopping her. “What’s wrong? Why do you need that?”

“Nothing, just...migraine.”

Beca nods, but keeps her eyes lasered on Chloe the whole walk to the car that’s waiting for them.

The fact that Beca has a driver is not lost on her.

Still, she’s not in a mood to question it. She gets into the back, immediately sighing when the cool and plush leather soothes her aching back. Beca follows and immediately turns to face her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Beca asks quietly.

Beca’s concern is touching.

Chloe nods as best as she can, reclining against the car seat. Beca’s hand is comfortably on her knee and her thumb is slowly stroking at Chloe’s skin. It’s the most relaxed Chloe has felt in ages. "I'm okay," she responds as truthfully as she can.

Beca isn’t particularly convinced and she opens her mouth to ask once more, but Chloe grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers.

Briefly, before she dozes off for nap in the heavy Los Angeles traffic, Chloe recalls that Beca tends to get carsick when she’s riding in the backseat. She’s not even completely sure where the thought comes from or if it’s even true, but it makes her squeeze Beca’s hand just once before she slips away.

Beca squeezes back, she thinks.

Chloe agrees to stay in Beca’s - their - guest bedroom until her place is completely finalized. She’s renting a nice-enough place in Van Nuys, not too far from their previously shared condo in Sherman Oaks.

Stepping into their home again is like learning how to breathe again after being underground.

Except, it’s more like Chloe sucks in gasps of air, trying to figure out how to deal with every emotion running through her body.

Beca is experiencing more or less the same - though she has learned how to live with this emptiness a little bit sooner. She wheels Chloe’s gigantic luggage off into the corner before coming to steady Chloe on her feet. “Woah. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Chloe says, before shaking her head. “I mean...I guess I was just overwhelmed.”

Beca tries not to look too eager. “Was it a memory?”

Chloe hates that she has to tell her the truth. “No, not really. Just...a feeling.” She gazes around, trying to ground herself once more. She settles, slightly.

Her eyes land on a framed photo of them together, kissing in front of the castle at Disneyland.

God.

They were so fucking happy.

Beca’s eyes catch her line of sight and she quickly takes the photo. “I’m sorry - I was going to put that away.”

The fact that Beca apologizes for having a photo of them out, it just about breaks Chloe’s heart.

“You don’t have to do that,” she says quickly. “I don’t mind.”

Beca slowly lowers the photo, though she kind of holds it close to her chest still. “I...I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Chlo. Especially if you still can’t remember.” Beca looks down, almost reverently at the photo before looking back up at Chloe with an equal if not more passionate gaze. “I want this to work between us, okay?”

It has something Beca has considered and come to terms with: the idea that Chloe may never fully recover her memories.

But the fact remains, Chloe is here now, standing in front of Beca with a willingness and openness and desire to live . It’s all Beca needs to know that somehow they’re going to make it.

“It’s weird,” Chloe says, trying to play off the rising self-doubt, as Beca carefully puts the photo back down. “I- I feel like I need to be worthy of you again first.”

She’s trying to be more honest - more clear with her thoughts. It is meant to help her with her mental organization and communication, but all she sees is the heartbreak that flashes across Beca’s face.

“You are worthy of me,” Beca says with broken conviction. Her voice catches as her stream of consciousness just flows out of her. She has always been a little bit low on her self-restraint around Chloe Beale. “No matter where you are in your life, you always have been. Where would I be without you? You’re worth a thousand of me. You’re a much better person than I am.”

“Hey,” Chloe cuts in, immediately hating that kind of self-deprecation, especially when she knows how untrue it is.

“No, yeah, okay, I get it, you know? We both need time. I’ve been telling myself that over and over since...since Portland.” Beca seems to be speaking quicker and quicker. Chloe doesn’t know how to stop her. “You need more time. Take all the time you need. I'll…wait for you.”

You’re the love of my life.

The thought flies through Beca’s mind and she grasps at it, trying to contain it. Beca’s not sure how she let herself lose control so fast. “You’re worth all the time in the world,” she says, ending on a whimper.

“Beca,” Chloe begins, feeling stricken.

“But,” Beca continues, looking frantically hopeful and desperately sad all at once. “You’re here and we can start there, okay?” She doesn’t bother wiping her tears, instead turning towards the kitchen hastily. “I’m gonna grab dinner from the fridge and we can-”

“Please,” Chloe whispers, taking two steps to engulf Beca in her arms. Beca trembles even as Chloe rests her forehead against the back of Beca’s head.

They must stand there for seconds, but it feels like an entire lifetime. Chloe closes her eyes and just breathes, taking in the feeling of being with Beca again - this Beca who she is building from old memories and new ones, all wrapped up in one.

“Please,” she repeats, when Beca turns slowly in her arms. Her hands come up to cup Chloe’s neck and for brief second, Chloe thinks, maybe-

Beca just buries her face against Chloe’s shoulder, hugging her close.

She doesn’t quite finish the sentiment because Beca’s tears touch her neck and she does her best to hold herself together.

Please don’t cry.

Please don’t give up on me.

The first night they spend in their new place, Chloe cheerfully pops open an expensive bottle of wine Beca had been saving for a future trip up to see Chloe’s parents or her mother.

Ignoring her protests, Chloe pours them both healthy glasses and corralls Beca out onto the balcony. Beca kind of just wants to lie down after moving all day.

“Why,” Beca says, deadpan.

“Because,” Chloe replies, gently pressing her body against Beca’s back, holding them both steady against the balcony. She rests her chin on Beca’s shoulder. “The sunset is beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Beca retorts, with attitude.

Chloe clucks in her ear before gently kissing at one of her piercings. It makes her shiver, even though California is so ridiculously warm. “Stole my line.”

“Tell me, then.”

“You already know,” Chloe whispers, before tilting her head as best as she can.

Beca meets her halfway.

It has to be the wine. Chloe’s not sure where the apologies or conversation pour out from.

They’re leaning against the railing of the tiny balcony, watching the sky’s changing colours as best as they can. Chloe wonders how many evenings were spent watching sunsets in this very spot.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe repeats, tasting guilt on her tongue. Beca still looks a little emotional. She quickly takes a sip of wine.

“Please stop apologizing,” Beca says, swirling the last bit of wine around in her glass. “It was a good thing I left, okay?” She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to her head. Her eyes still feel a little swollen and teary from earlier, but she wants to look at Chloe without the obstruction of a lens. She misses looking at Chloe.

“I know,” Chloe mumbles. “I just…” She’s not sure.

“I was afraid,” Beca says softly. “I thought it was my fault, you know.”

“Why?”

“I thought I was the one who...I thought I hurt you,” Beca explains. The memory of seeing Chloe on the floor is still burned into her mind. “I thought I was trying to force you to remember things and it was just...hurting you.”

“You thought you hurt me?” Chloe asks. The thought never really occurred to her.

“When you...when we fought, you looked like I had just ruined your life. I was terrified that you were going to hate me.”

“I could never hate you.” It comes out on instinct, like it is her body’s natural reaction to hearing that from Beca.

A hint of a smile graces Beca’s face. “You were so upset. I realized it was wrong of me to go to Portland, especially when we both weren’t ready.”

Chloe remains quiet at that. She supposes Beca has a point.

“I was pretty selfish, wasn’t I?” Beca laughs a little. “God, when will I stop fucking crying? I’m sorry.”

“If I don’t get to apologize to you, you don’t get to apologize to me. Not anymore.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that. Let’s do that.” Beca laughs, a little weakly, but mostly in relief. She feels lighter, somehow. Chloe has always known what to say in her moments of distress. “Let’s stop apologizing. Want to do that?”

“Sure,” Chloe says, clinking her glass against Beca’s, meeting her halfway as she always has.

They drink in silence, the remains of their dinner forgotten.

Still, Chloe burns with curiosity when she watches Beca’s profile. The gentle reds and pinks of the sunset highlight Beca’s features beautifully.

“What’s something you miss?” Chloe asks tentatively. She’s not sure how much of herself she can give to Beca - not yet, at least.

“What do you mean?” Beca asks, even though she kind of gets it.

“I...What do you miss about me?”

Then, or now, Beca wants to ask. She feels guilt and pain rise up in her at the thought. She could go on and on - maybe starting with how much she absolutely misses just comfortably waking up next to Chloe and kissing her. Or sliding her hand up her stomach, simply to hold her.

Beca laughs at how unexpectedly she feels the pain rise up inside her. “How long do you have?" she asks before she can stop herself. Chloe doesn't quite flinch, but the pained expression on her face is enough to make Beca double back. "I'm sor- I don’t know," she says quickly. "I guess...your singing, I guess. You used to...sing to me. Sing with me. A lot,” she emphasizes, trying to laugh it off. "And that was long after we left school and the Bellas."

Chloe tries not to think about how she hasn’t really sung since the accident, feeling self-conscious more than anything. She wants to return to the topic of the Bellas a bit later, but for now...

She fiddles with her phone, wondering if Beca wants her to sing still, or whether that had been some sacred tradition that she used to do with her when Chloe was in love with her.

“Do you want me to sing for you?” Chloe asks quietly. “I - I can.”

It’s the hesitance that really throws Beca - especially when once upon a time, all Chloe did was sing. She literally burst into Beca’s shower to sing with her.

It makes Beca feel greedy for some semblance of happiness again, even if it comes in these bits and scraps she’s picking up along the way. “Do you…” she hesitates. “Do you know Titanium?” It has to be about seven years old by now.

Chloe brightens and nods, suddenly feeling a thrum of excitement suddenly inside her chest. “I’ve been listening to music from those years in between. Sia, right?”

“And David Guetta,” Beca corrects automatically. If she closes her eyes she can pretend this is rehash of her freshman year. “Have you been living under a rock?” she murmurs quietly, not really expecting Chloe to hear it or understand that reference.

Chloe laughs at that, having heard it evidently. She nudges Beca's ankle with her foot gently. “No,” she responds. “Just a little forgetful.”

Beca slides her sunglasses back on her face and leans back while Chloe clears her throat. She doesn’t want Chloe to see her cry.

However, when Chloe opens her mouth to sing, Beca is transfixed.

Chloe’s eyes are locked on her, like there is absolutely nowhere else she’d rather be. Her voice is soft, a little tremulous, and maybe a little hesitant, but she is clear and sounds as beautiful as ever.

I'm bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away

Beca can’t resist - she never was able to resist an impromptu duet with Chloe Beale and she’s not about to stop now, not when they both need this more than ever.

The surprise in Chloe’s eyes when she harmonizes is fleeting because her gaze grows warm and soft, sending butterflies scattering somewhere in Beca’s stomach. She flushes under the warm California heat, wondering how it came to this - how things could have worked out this way.

The chorus comes to a close and Chloe pauses, like she’s not sure whether she should continue. She shifts, facing Beca more fully. “Was that okay?” she asks, sounding more nervous than Beca can recall hearing, ever.

Her eyes are filled with light and a beauty that Beca can’t quite recall seeing in recent months - at least, not to this extent. It makes her suck in a breath. “You sounded beautiful,” she murmurs, resisting the urge to draw Chloe into her arms and kiss her, right there on the balcony, in plain sight of her nosy neighbours.

Chloe is quiet, before she coughs. “I guess I’m a little rusty. I haven't sang since...” She doesn't need to rehash that particular memory.

Beca scoffs, though it loses some of its bite when she sniffles a little after. “You were perfect.” She ignores the waver in her voice. “You are perfect.”

It’s true. It is the inspiration Beca has been missing - the little spark of love and magic that she needs to get her through the day at work. Chloe has always been that for her and, not that Beca expected anything different, but she’s immensely pleased that she still is.

Her voice, soft and directed straight at Beca - it had been so intimate and familiar. Akin to having Chloe in her arms on a quiet Saturday morning. Akin to Chloe kissing her on the cheek after a long day at work.

“What?” she asks quietly, when she notices that Chloe is continuing to stare at her.

“I...nothing. It’s just, we sound good together. Just the two of us.”

She half expects Chloe to implore her to audition for the Bellas.

Beca wonders if the pain ever really numbs - if it ever really goes away.

It really is quite the experience, falling in love with the same person twice.

She reaches for Chloe’s hand. “We do, don’t we?”

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