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Traitor

EXTRA ONE; PARTE TWO; EXTRA TWO; PART THREE

singer!reader

summary: he took everything from you, so you are taking something from him. or, Harry is your ex, who left you for another woman after eight years of dating, your feeling revengeful and it's the Grammy’s night 2021.

word count: 3567

warning: angsty

A/n: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HARRY. Niall make’s a appearance, Zayn is mentioned, let’s remember that this is fiction and it doesn’t reflect my personal opinions, but, like in every cheating story, we need villains… reader is in no way perfect, she is revengeful, she’s not meek, I decided to write her because I am tired of the nice, understanding, good girl, forgiving and moving on trope, I want someone who will be revengeful and mean and make him pay and regret for her broken heart…even if she still loves him. English is not my first language, so please be kind.

TRAITOR

Grammy Night- 2021, March 14

Her skin is glowing and she is more beautiful than ever.

Her hair shines under the lights, loose in waves to her hips with a diamond star tiara adorning it borrowed from Fred Leighton. Her dress is entirely hidden under a cloak embroidered in silver threads and small crystals, which she has no intention of taking off before her performance.

It's the first time the pop icon has been seen in public since the end of her more than eight-year long relationship was announced by her ex's representatives back in December.

Her team had remained silent, even when they were approached by members of the press for comment after Harry was photographed with his new love less than a month later. Her only comment to the whole debacle was a post on Twitter: {I guess I won our ‘I love you more’ game}, that fans took as a admission that Harry had left her for his director.

For all intents and purposes, Y/n seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Earth after their break-up.

Emails went unanswered, messages went unread and calls ignored. No one had found her in their London home, the penthouse in Tribecca, the mansion in Los Angeles or the Villa in Italy that the couple had acquired together during their years of relationship,— another thing they had to sort out— despite never having married, they had acquired assets together, properties, cars, works of art, Harry's lawyers were already starting to lose patience with Y/n's team not knowing the singer's whereabouts. He wanted to solve everything as quickly as possible to start the new chapter of his life.

Y/n posed for some photos on the red carpet—she looked more beautiful than ever, yes, but fans would comment on the photos afterwards, she didn't look radiant as usual, her smile was small and forced, and her eyes lacked the usual sparkle— she refused to do interviews or answer questions, soon being escorted by her manager into the event.

The singer had seven nominations, and after the critical success that her album had been, it was certain that at least some of the awards she would take home— to join the twelve she already had from her previous albums—, after her dramatic four-month disappearance, her performance was also highly anticipated, as was the reunion between her and Harry—after all, he had also received nominations and was expected to perform that night—.

Y/n walked around the event hall being escorted to her table at the front of the stage, stopping from moment to moment to be greeted and congratulated on the nominations, one person or another regretted the end of the relationship, 'you two made such a beautiful couple' she listened more than once that night.

Their table was between Billie Eilish and Dua Lipa’s table, and she had a perfect view of Harry’s a little further back. He was the opening performance, so she wouldn't see him for a while.

Y/n would only perform in the middle of the show, she was the artist who had received the most stage time— long enough to sing a three-song medley, never heard before music that would be released on EP that night—, it was her way of correcting the narrative and to let people know her side of the story. For far too long she allowed his team to control the narrative, control the damage to his image.

After all, TPWK is kind of hypocritical when you cheat on your girlfriend of almost a decade and leave her for another woman.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” her manager and friend questioned when they were both sitting away from the hearing field of the people around them. “You can keep the cloak on during the performance…”

“But then it wouldn't be revenge...” Y/n said back. “He took everything from me, I want him to suffer a little, I want to make it difficult, I want him to see wha I am taking from him...”

They were supposed to be planning a wedding.

The beginning of the rest of their lives together.

They had been together since she was sixteen years old, she had practically 'grown up' with him, H was as much a part of her identity as she was his. They knew each other better than anyone, all the secrets, the personality traits. They were one of those couples that didn't even need words to communicate, that was the level that they knew each other.

He took her happiness away from her.

And why? Because he was lonely? Because he couldn’t be by himself for two months?

They usually planned their schedules around each other so they could be together, the longest period they had away was when he was still in the band, and Y/n embarked on her first solo tour. But now they were getting into acting, and Covid got in the way of filming schedules, her movie was pushed, and then they are filming at the same time in two different countries.

There was also some sourness over the fact that she got the role in the Elvis biopic and he didn’t.

The ceremony began. Y/n barely paid attention until Harry walked onto the stage, handsome in a black leather suit, shirtless and with a green boa. She smiled slightly, knowing there would be cameras on her, and held back the urge to cry—in vain, as her eyes were watering, and by the end of the performance when she gracefully clapped, tears had run down her face—.

How could she not cry when he was on stage, singing a song about her, as if it didn’t affected him after he'd broken her heart?

She had already won Video of the Year at the premiere ceremony, beating Beyonce, Harry and Drake, and lost Best Duo to Ariana and Lady Gaga.

Y/n was ushered backstage to prepare for her performance just as Harry took the stage to receive his first-ever Grammy—her second loss that night—.

As she walked, an assistant helped her remove her tiara and replace it with a more over the top headdress, a large halo with flowers and a delicate red veil that fell over her eyes.

The singer dropped the cape, showing off the dress she would wear in the performance.

A masterpiece in fabric. Sheer so you could see her skin through the fabric, the delicate tattoos accumulated over the years, the delicate crystal flowery embroidery covering all the necessary parts, and the colorful embroidery of a bleeding red heart between her breasts.

Her belly of almost six months of pregnancy delicately accentuated and proudly showing for the word to see.

Y/n truly looked half a goddess.

The woman smiled when she saw her longtime friend waiting for her near the stage stairs, guitar in hand.

“Thank you for agreeing to this.” She greeted him with kisses on the cheeks as the stagehands prepared her.

“And miss my chance to perform at the Grammys?” Niall joked with a smile, then got serious. “He's my friend but you're a sister to me, and he hurt you, of course I'll stand by your side.” Y/n never had a big family, her whole life had been her and her mother, and her mother had passed away in 2019 after two years of battling cancer. When Harry left her, she lost the last family she had left. Hearing Niall call her sister made her emotional, no matter how many times she heard it.

She didn't know what would become of her if it wasn't for Niall and Zayn in the last few months. Zayn, Gigi and Khai had been her support system when everything seemed to fall apart. It was Zayn who called Niall, who dropped everything to be with her.

Niall and Zayn had helped her write her heartbroken songs, her version of the breakup that still generated tabloid gossip. The songs were more acoustic than her usual, and normally she would play the guitar herself, but her belly wouldn't allow it, so she asked Niall, who knew the compositions as well as she did. She needed the emotional support of his presence to keep from falling apart—other than that she knew the internet would go crazy seeing her accompanied by another member of her ex's former band—.

“Thank you so much Ni.” She thanked him with a sincere smile, squeezing his hand. “You and Z, I don't know what I would do without you two.”

He gave her an understanding smile and helped her onto the stage.

Y/n's stage was simpler than Taylor's cabin in the woods had been, but her intention was to keep things simple and delicate so as not to distract from the songs.

The stage was covered in flowers, a garden of wilted sunflowers, there was a high stool for Niall to sit on, and a white grand piano, the backing singers and her band were already in place. Niall sat in his place, while Y/n positioned herself behind the door she would enter through.

She heard Noah Trevor announce her performance on the main stage, and the voice in the earpiece cued the band to start playing the chords of I Burned LA Down.

Y/n opened the door just before singing, the spotlight focused on her, she walked through the stage in between the flowers as the background changed to the Positano summer sunset.

The same sunset under which Harry had proposed her in 2019.

She hooked the microphone to the stand, eyes closed as she sang to try to contain the emotion, one hand on her stomach where the only good things left of their relationship was kicking her hard on the ribs.

You can’t make a God of somebody,

Who isn’t even half of a half decent man

Her band started to transition to Traitor, she took a deep breath, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to hold back the tears now, the next two songs in the medley are deeply emotional ones to her.

Green guilty eyes and little white lies Yeah,

I played dumb but I always knew

That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse

I kept quiet so I could keep you

She was accusing him in every way except calling out his name, everyone knew who she meant, and she imagined everyone's shock.

There was no need for a guessing game as in the songs of so many other singers.

Y/n had only dated Harry since she was 16, he had green eyes, the timeline of his new relationship was already suspicious to many fans, but so far Y/n hadn't spoken about it and everyone accepted the version given by the team of the new couple.

The dancers entered through the same door that she had entered, during the chorus, they danced among themselves and around the singer, interacting with her at one time or another as she could not properly dance.

The background was slowly changing to the starry sky of Palm Springs, the same beautiful winter night sky from the day that he broke up with her—because he was starting to grow feelings for the director ten years older than he was, and he wanted to explore those feelings—.

It took you two days

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

Y/n didn't even realize when she started crying.

Her voice expressed all the pain and suffering she felt at that moment, and there, present and at home watching, thousands of hearts broke alongside with hers.

The more observant would notice that she still had her engagement ring on her finger, as well as Harry's 'S' ring —which he had given her a few years ago, representing the fact that he intended to one day make her his wife— and she played with the rings over her bulging belly.

When she's sleeping in the bed we made

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

Dramatically, Y/n intended to return the rings to him during the ceremony, the famous 17-carats engagement ring and his gold ‘S’ ring would be delivered to his table as soon as she was called on stage to receive an award—because everyone knew she would receive it— her latest album had broken all records, and she was the female artist with the longest-running song on the Billboard 100 for 78 weeks, the same song that had won Video of the Year for.

The lights dimmed as the song transitioned to Enough for You, the dancers left the stage, followed by the background singers and part of the band. Under the spotlight were just Y/n, Niall and Jay, her guitarist.

I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave

You found someone more exciting

The next second, you were gone

And you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong

Y/n looked off into nothing while singing, it wasn't like there was an audience, the only people watching was Taylor Swift, who had performed shortly before and was returning to the main stage, and Dua Lipa, who would perform later, and was on the way to her stage.

She had learned of the closeness between Harry and Olivia through Glenne Azoff back in November, but chose to believe Harry when he visited her in Australia and said there was nothing between them. How foolish she was. The next time she saw him, she was excited to inform him about the possibility pregnancy they'd been dreaming of, but before she could say anything, he broke up with her.

He said all his reasons. And Y/n had never felt so worthless before, so not good enough.

And maybe I'm just not as interesting

As the girls you had before

But God, you couldn't have cared less

About someone who loved you more

I'd say you broke my heart

But you broke much more than that

Now I don't want your sympathy

I just want myself back

She'd given herself 100% in a relationship for nearly nine years, she'd loved him with every bit of her broken heart, only for him to dump her for a woman he'd met in two months.

Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?

Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

Her voice failed amidst the tears, though she kept singing the song until the end, it was safe to say there weren't many dry eyes.

You say I'm never satisfied

But that's not me, it's you

'Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough

But I don't think anything could ever be enough

For you, enough for you, oh-oh

No, nothing's enough for you

The stage lights dimmed with the last chords played by Niall, and the camera turned to Noah Travor, as stagehands approached to help the singer with the equipment strapped to the back of her dress. Niall dropped the guitar leaning it against the bench he had been sitting on, and approached his friend hugging her while she finished crying in his arms.

“You were fantastic.” Niall praised her stroking her back. “Breathtaking, I don't think I've ever seen such an emotional performance.”

“I'll never be able to thank you enough for everything...” She said against his shoulder.

They were interrupted by Y/n's assistant warning her that she had to change clothes and get back to her table, she only had twenty minutes until the next category she was nominated for was announced. She said goodbye to Niall with kisses on the cheek, promising to see him later at the after party in her house.

The assistant helped her change her hair ornaments on the way to the dressing room, her dress zip was already halfway down when she reached the door, and her support staff made quick work of helping her get dressed. Her second dress was worthy of a movie star, with crystal embroidery, and fringe, tight, again showing off the shapes that Y/n had gained with pregnancy —she was one of those lucky women who had only grown in her belly, from the back she didn't even look pregnant—. She glowed under the artificial lights, the crystals shimmering rainbow colors whenever she moved.

“Y/n...” Lisa, Y/n's assistant for over five years called her. The singer turned, her eyes quickly falling on the jewelry box the older woman had in her hand. The young woman sighed, taking one last look at the rings she had worn more than any other piece of jewelry in her life, she had put them on for the first time in months that night, and it was as if she had never taken them off. She slipped them through her fingers for the last time, depositing them inside the box offered by Lisa. “I'll deliver it myself, as soon as you're on stage.”

The singer just nodded, following the stage assistant back to her table. She was greeted by Taylor Swift on the way back, who praised her performance, the two briefly took off their masks to speak, and Y/n was sure there would be photos online of the moment "Harry Styles' two famous exes hug at the Grammys. After Y/n Y/l/n debut songs about the breakup with the British singer."

Y/n had barely sat down when the night's second General Category was announced. The video with the Song of the Year nominees played on the screen, and then Noah opened the envelope with the winner's name.

“Wow, this is tense...” He said into the microphone, holding up the open envelope. “And the Grammy Award Winner for Song of the Year is... Boys Will Be Boys* by Y/n Y/l/n.”

Y/n stood up to the applause, hugging her manager, and walking to the stage in calm steps concentrating on not falling off her high heels, her music playing in the background as Noah offered her his hand on the steps.

“Thank you.” She thanked him before going to the microphone, and taking the award in her hands, feeling the weight in both hands. She looked at the people seated and smiled. “Golly, I honestly didn't prepare a speech, my manager, I love you Lia, said and I quote: You're against Queen Bey, Billie, HER, TS, Dua and Julia...don't even bother...” Y/n waited for the affectionate laughter to subside before continuing. “I would like to dedicate this award to all of my fantastic team, to the fans, without you I wouldn't be here today, to my fellow nominees, just being nominated alongside you would have already been an immense honor, I would also like to dedicate this award to all the artists who wrote and released spectacular songs in the year gone by and weren't nominated tonight, an award, a nomination, doesn't diminish your worth. Thank you.”

Y/n was hugged by Lia and Lisa as soon as she left the stage.

“He looked like a kicked puppy when I handed him de box.” Lisa commented in the singer's ear when the two hugged. “He's completely stunned, and Jeff looked stressed.”

Knowing Jeff as she did, he was probably thinking of ways to reverse the negative publicity they were getting.

Lia showed the cell phone to the singer.

By all estimates, Y/n's EP could break the record for most streams in the first 24 hours held by Taylor Swift's 'Foklore', while 'Traitor' and 'Good Enough' were competing against each other for the song with the most number of streams in the first 24 hrs. People were listening and commenting, sharing their reactions on Tik Tok and Instagram.

It was all trending on Twitter, the Harries were disappointed in their idol, and Y/n's fans had even started a boycott campaign on Twitter canceling Holivia and their movie. If until now things were contained with their blurry narrative, after the release of the EP and the singer's performance at the Grammys, it had turned into a truly shit show. Her pregnancy had also blindsided the world, most agreed that the baby was Harry’s, with only a few questioning the paternity.

She gave Lisa her phone back.

They went back to their table, Y/n still had three more nominations.

“Jeffrey texted me.” Lia commented, already typing a reply. “They want a meeting.” The older woman didn’t take her eyes off her cell phone, typing furiously on the device. They knew lawyers would be included in the meeting, Lia was used to Jeff's more aggressive MO.

Y/n had never had to deal with any of that, because until that moment she had been Harry's ‘Lovie’, and they were in same team, now she would be on the opposite side of the table.

“We’re ready.” Y/n said without taking her eyes off the stage, clapping at the right moments. “The lawyers have already prepared all the documents.”

Y/n intended to make him pay for her broken heart.

She glanced quickly at Lia. “Just make sure the meeting is after the interview airs.” Her manager just nodded.

The singer ended the night with three more awards, beating Harry’s Fine Line for Best Vocal Pop Album, and taking the other two awards in the General category, being the biggest winner of the night.

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shelbgrey · 2 years ago

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Love Story(Jackson Avery X reader)

Paring: Jackson x Sloan!Reader

Summary: Jackson's mother is paying him and Seattle grace a visit. Y/n also has to meet her boyfriend's mother dispite her fears of Catherine's disapproval.

Warrings: none. Catherine talks trash a bit but that's all

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You really don't know what someone else is going through till you walk in their shoes. Y/n was a simple person. She didn’t really care to become a top tear or known person in the surgical world, she just wanted to help people. That's what made her different from the other residents and her friends. She was also different from her older brother Mark. While he worked hard to make himself big in the plastics world she planted her roots in the OBGYN world. She liked helping babies. They were pure and innocent in her eyes, she also wanted to help mothers. It was a coping mechanism for her because she didn't have a mom to call her own…like ever, Mark raised her and so did Derek��s mother.

(1st pov)

Me and Jackson were both still young in both the medical and mentally when we both met. We were also expected to be sworn enemies the moment his hospital merged with mine. When he first joined my friends looked down upon him and his friends. To Mer and the others the Mercy westerns were invaders in orange scrubs. They weren't to me….well Charels Percy and the Reed girl maybe.

The day Jackson got paired up with me was quite impressed. Not with his looks or the fact he was an Avery but because of his skill set. I also felt bad about the presser that was clearly on his shoulders. He stood there carrying the Avery name expecting the best. I grew a soft spot and I started showing the respect he deserved.

Since this is our story I might add the first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. He had beautiful eyes. And his smile…when he smiled i couldn't help but smile too, he had that effect on me and everyone else seemed to notice the effect we had on each other…everyone except us at the time. At the time not too many people didn’t want to believe it and even tried to sabotage it at times.

Mark and Derek were the first to accept it, them being my brother and best friend why wouldn't they. The two were also the first to see me have my little freak out about a certain woman coming to visit the hospital. The night Jackson told me his mother was coming to the hospital I didn't sleep the rest of the night, I just couldn't. I thought about the disappointment on her face when she was the type of girl Jackson chose to be with. I was smart and pretty, yes, but I didn't come from a wealthy family like Jackson did and I didn't have a last name everyone knew. I also wasn’t obsessed with winning a Harper Avrey award like most doctors my age. I kept asking myself ‘what if she hates me?’ I didn't dare ask Jackson that because I knew he’d just tell me what I wanted to hear despite his fear of his overbearing mothers arrival.

The day of Catherine Fox’s arrival I was quieter than usual. Jackson noticed first as I got ready. He even questioned why I was doing my hair and make-up differently. My hair was usually in a pony-tail but today it was down and slightly curled. When we got to the hospital Jackson kissed me good-bey once the elevator opened and we parted ways.

As the day went on I successfully avoided her. But I also hadn’t seen Jackson all day, which probably meant Catherine found him and is dragging him around despite his pleas of being left alone. I was quietly doing charts at a nurses station when Mark came up to me with a confused face.

“What did you do to your hair?” he asked. I sighed and started nibbling on my pencil, a nervous habit I had since the 2nd grade.

“Jackson’s mother is here” Mark rolled his eyes.

“So I've seen, she was quick to say Jackson was wasting his time in plastics” Mark sighed. I knew Catherine’s snide commits about the Plastics industry might have gotten to him a bit. Some people miss the fact that my brother does more than just face lifts and boob jobs.

“I haven’t run into her yet…” I said carefully not wanting to jinx myself. It's not that i didn;t want to met my boyfriends mother, I just kept imaging the worst when she meets me.

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“You want to scrub in on a surgery? Mark said you needed something to do” Derek said coming up to me and handed me a chart with a smile. Derek and I are thick as thieves. Don't tell Mark but me and him have always been a bit closer.

The patient would be needing a OBGYN on stand by(meaning me) and a neurosurgeon both. The mother had been in a car crash and had suffered a brain bleed while being 7 months pregnant.

“Sure I’m not busy” Derek smiled and we both headed towards OR3. We scrubbed in and I tied my Ravenclaw scrub cap on while Derek grabbed his furry boat one.

Not long into the surgery the women I've been trying to avoid joined our little surgery with Bailey. Me and Derek shared a quick glance as Cathrine put on a pair of gloves. “I heard about this poor girl and I had to see if you needed a hand.”

Derek being the head surgeon of this surgery he looked up then nodded. “Sure, why not”

Cathrine nodded and put a mask on. She unknowingly chose her spot next to me. I froze up slightly as I watched the fetal monitor for the unborn baby.

(3rd pov)

Since filled the OR except for Derek’s occasionally mumbling and the beeping of the heart monitor. Breaking the silence Bailey looked among the other doctors and spoke. “Does anyone know about her husband?”

y/n looked up from the fetal monitor and spoke. “We're trying to contacted him now, we haven't had an answer for over an hour”

The doctors later found out the woman was divorced and the father of the unborn child couldn't care less. With Derek being the family man he was, it didn't set right. y/n looked at the sonogram of the baby sadly knowing what it's like not to have a dad around.

Bailey sighed. “I couldn't imagine being left by the one person i thought loved me”

Catherine was next to chime in. “it's a shame but sadly not all relationships last forever” she glanced around again and continued. “Are you married, Dr. Shepherd?”

Derek glanced up. “Yes I am” he smiled through his mask at the thought of Meredith.

Somehow the conversation shifted back to Catherine and she brought up Jackson and his girl. She was unknown to the mother and had no idea y/n was standing next to her. All she was to Catherine was a resident surgeon in a ravenclaw scrub cap.

“I'm not saying love is a waste of time but I have yet to meet this girl my son seems to be so infatuated with…” Catherine said, making Derek and Bailey both look at y/n.

“Dr. Sloan is a good surgeon…Avery and her make a good coupe” Bokie smiled through her mask as she handed Derek another tool. y/n smiled softly at the older women but not ready to introduce herself to her possible future mother-in-law.

Catherine raised her eyebrows, surprised at the last name the girl shared with another certain plastic surgeon. “Oh she's a sloan” she didn’t mean to sound the way she did, we’ll give the benefit of a doubt but she sounds annoyed and possibly disappointed.

“Can only imagine what she’s like,” Catherine continued. Derek and Bailey shared glances as y/n kept silent. While Catherine believed Jackson had more potential than just plastics her mind geared towards the thoughts and feeling that y/n was a distraction for Jackson and someone who convinced him to go into plastics. The last one may be true but she only supported jackson on what HE wanted to do.

Derek knew y/n wouldn’t speak up and he wasn't gonna stand by while a woman who he did respect tarnished his best friend's names. “y/n is en excellent surgeon and trust me your son and her are meant to be”

Catherine scoffed at that. “All due respect dr. shepherd i think jackson is a bit too naive and i believe that she maybe a distraction”

Distraction…is that all she saw her as? y/n thought for a moment and all the old insecurities came flooding back into her mind. y/n looked back at the fetal monitor gulping nervously. She started tapping her foot as the anxiety started to get to her.

“love blinds us” she said like she was speaking from experience.

Derek sighed in frustration and y/n quickly shook her head to shut him up. He took a glance at their patient then back at y/n. “How’s the baby doing doc?” he repreced from saying her name but it was safe to say he was talking to her.

She looked up and adjusted her ravenclaw scrub cap. “B-baby’s heart is getting stronger by the minute.” she stuttered.

As they continued Jackson walked into the gallery to see what his girl was doing. He smiled happily at her as she continued to watch the baby’s heartbeat. I didn’t seem like much but he was always proud and would point out the talented OBGYN he got to call his girlfriend. Him being up there was unknown to both her and his mother. What was unknown to him was the comments his mother was throwing to the girl she didn’t even know was there.

Jackson then frowned when he saw his mother down there too. She had pestered him most of the morning and he feared she was doing the same to y/n before he could even introduce her to Catherin.

Derek just shook his head as he listened to Cathrine harmless but also off hand commits about Jackson and the relationship that probably won't last. Her words not anyone else's.

After the successful surgery was over y/n delivered the baby and took the little girl to the nursery while Derek and bailey closed up. y/n smiled softly as she cleaned and dressed the new life and put her in the nursery with the rest of the babies. After she was one she watched the baby through the nursery window for precaution.

“Hey baby” Jackson whispered and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She sighed and rested the back of her head on his shoulder while rubbing the muscular arms that were around her.

“How’s the baby?” he asked, looking over her shoulder through the window. y/n smiled and pointed out the baby. “Pretty strong for a 7th month old…she’s right there” she chuckled.

Jackson smiled and kissed the side of her head. “Did my mother play nice?” he asked. Her mood quickly changed and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jackson. Jackon sighed and turned her around to face him.

“What did she say?” he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t meet his eyes and looked everywhere except for him. “N/n?”

“She didn’t even know i was in there…but i guess she already a had a pretty good idea of who i was” she knew if she told him anything more he’d only get more pissed and the last thing she wanted to do was break Jackson’s relationship with his mother.

Jackson took a deep breath and looked down. “I'm sorry-” y/n started but Jackson cut her off with a soft kiss. He held her face in his hands and kissed the part of her forehead that was still coerced by her scrub cap.

“I don't care what my mother thinks, I love you and that's what matters” he spoke softly.

From afar Cathrine was walking alone till she stopped suddenly at the sight of her son with a girl. Not just any girl, it was the girl with the ravenclaw scrub cap that was with her in surgery. She quickly hid behind the corner and peaked behind it just as Jackson gave her a kiss goodbye.

She sighed realizing the things she said in front of her. She watched her son leave and y/n started to walk towards her direction and that's when Catherine hid around the corner letting y/n pass. As y/n stood at the nurses station filling out a chart for the baby girl Cathrine approached her.

“Hello y/n” she said softly. y/n gulped and awkwardly smiled.

“Oh hey Dr. Avery, how are you?” Catherine shook her head with apologetic look.

“Dear call me Cathrine and I want to apologize for my actions” she put her hand on y/n’s shoulder and smiled. “Why don't we start over hm? Clean slate”

y/n nodded and smiled. “Sure, i’d love that”

Catherine nodded. “If it's alright with you i’d like to take you and Jackson out to dinner tonight…I'd like to get to know you better” y/n nodded with a smile still slightly afraid of her disapproval. She nodded and told her she’d pass the message to Jackson.

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Later that night y/n stood outside under the entrance arch sheltering herself from the rain. The sound calmed her as she leaned against the was waiting for jackson.

“Hey beautiful” Jackson smiled and leaned against the wall next to her watching the rain fall. y/n smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

“You nervous?” he asked, referring to the dinner they were supposed to attend with his mother.

“Kinda, are you?” she asked. Jackson gave her a serious expression. “I'm not, no matter what she think won't change anything between us”

She smiled lovingly at him then looked back at the rain until Jackson tugged her arm pulling her towards the rain. She giggled. “What are you doing?”

He pulled her into the partly empty parking lot and twirled her around in the rain. “We're dancing it out, come on” he laughed. She laughed and danced along with him as the rain fell around them.

She danced with him a little longer till she bumped into his chest, shivering. Jackson chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Okay, come on, you're shivering” he pulled her into his car and turned up the heat. Silence fell until they looked at each other. Both in their Navy scrubs soaking wet. They burst out laughing savoring the moment.

“Well let's go get some dinner” he said, letting his laughter die down. y/n’s eyes widened.

“Jacks, I can't meet your mother like this! I smell like rain and hospital” y/n slightly laughed.

Jackson kept one hand on the wheel and sniffed the inside of his elbow. He looked at his girlfriend and shrugged. “I do too”

y/n sighed and rolled her eyes with a smile. “Trying to prove a point or something? I want to at least look decent”

Jackson shrugged and placed her hand on her knee. “Well, we're doctors, she'll understand,” he said simply. He simply didn’t care about their appearance at this point. Yes he does want his mother to like y/n but then angina he doesn't need her approved. Hell love y/n no matter what anyone else says. But he also wanted his mother to see exactly who she is. The kind and laidback girl he fell in love with and them going to dinner in the condition they were in showed that.

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Oprah Winfrey Interview

Word Count: 7k

Category: angst, fluff

Warning: Mentions of parental abuse, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, brief mentions of drug use.

Summary: As one of the most famous actresses in the world, fans watch Y/N Y/L/N-Evans’ tell-all interview with Oprah Winfrey which Chris joins.

Planet Evans Masterlist

Fans all over the world never expected it.

While everyone knew your name from the youngest age to the oldest from all across the globe, it was a rare sighting for you to be seen in an interview and people gathered as much with all their favorite A-list celebrities being lowkey about that sort of media and marketing. Instead, they usually basked in all the content they could get from press junkets from your movies or the very few premieres you attended, or the big, prestigious award shows you went to–and none was the case for the longest time after you had hit the 4th month mark on your pregnancy, and all the way until you had your baby, River.

So when an hour-long episode from Oprah dropped where you gave a tell-all, and with Chris, people freaked out before even watching it.

Sure, seeing you in interviews was rare, but seeing you and Chris in the same interview? That had never been done before except for your Actors on Actors one.

Even though Chris always loved to praise you and tell some cute, funny stories about you that always started with “my wife”, you were still a very private couple whose smallest interaction on social media or the blurriest pap photo sent the world into a frenzy.

It was especially exciting that the episode was aired after you had given birth to your first baby, River, and while fans wondered if they would ever see his face, they knew that the chances were slim.

“And the Oscar goes to Y/N Y/L/N!” The episode began with the 2011 Oscars, showing a clip of a younger you, tearful eyes looking up in shock as everyone around you stood up with applause.

“The Oscar for best actress goes to,” pause, “Y/N Y/L/N!” Again, with a reverbed sound and another clip of you again, eyes closed with a smile and a hand to your heart as again, everyone was on their feet with applause.

“This year’s Oscar goes to,” a beat, “Y/N Y/L/N for Promising Young Woman!” But that time, you were shown as you smiled and stood up, instantly turning as your husband, Chris, pressed his lips to yours while your hands cupped his cheeks.

“And I tell them, Y/N Y/L/N is the youngest and highest-paid actress in the world right now, she’s unstoppable,” a voice said over a clip of you at 15 years old, smiling as you stood on a red carpet.

“She’s an enigma,” another said, “She’s truly this generation’s icon,” was said over another clip of you at

“This kid does a little bit of everything. She’s going to be the biggest actress in the world and I just know it.”

“Y/N Y/L/N’s dad came forward with some serious accusations,” a host’s voice was heard as it showed paparazzi pictures of your head hidden in Chris’s chest, and although your face wasn’t shown, it was obvious that you were crying, especially from Chris’s hold on you and deep frown on his face.

“Who is Y/N Y/L/N’s father and why do we not know much about him?”

A clip of you at Emmy’s was then shown, holding the award in your hand, “This is to all the women in my family line. I’m right here because of you. I’m right here for you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The screen faded into black before it showed Oprah standing, vast greenery behind and around her as she stood by a chair in yours and Chris’s farmhouse’s garden.

A smile was on her face as she had her arms opened, looking to the side before you came in view.

Your hair was naturally down, the front of it loosely held by a tiny hair clip at the back. Clad in a short-sleeved, brown, soft shirt that was tucked into beige pants where a black belt shone with its gold buckle and black Gucci mules on your feet.

“You look so beautiful,” Oprah said as you hugged.

“You do,” you said, softly rubbing her back before pulling away, a smile on your face, “It’s been so long.”

“Too long,” she said, “What? 8 years?”

“Right?” You chuckled a little with a shake of your head, leaning forward to give her a hug again.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” Oprah said.

You adjusted your gold herringbone necklace around your neck that Chris had gotten you years ago before you motioned towards the comfortable chair for Oprah, before you sat on the couch.

“I know you normally don’t do interviews,” she said.

You chuckled with a slight nod, “Yeah, yeah, it’s been long. There’s the occasional talks with Jimmy Fallon.”

“He makes everyone feel comfortable, doesn’t he?”

“Jimmy is incredible,” you nodded, “Never has any pressuring questions, never puts you in the spot, he’s just—he’s very humane,” you put a hand to your heart.

“He truly is,” Oprah agreed, “I’m flattered that you trust me with this, Y/N,” she said, “You trust me with your story, your house—your house is so beautiful,” she enunciated, “Is it all your doing?”

You shook your head, “No, Chris and I were both so involved. It’s ours,” you laughed lightly, “There’s him in every corner, there’s me in every corner. It’s just so us.”

“This is where you come for solitude?”

You nodded, “This is where we feel like—like everything’s okay, or will be. It’s quiet, it’s like a breather. It was actually especially useful during quarantine.”

“You had your quarantine here?”

You nodded, “We stayed in Boston for some time but then decided to come out here for a while then ended up staying months,” you said, “It’s when we grew most of our fruits and vegetables,” you beamed.

“You-That’s amazing,” Oprah mused, “What fruits and vegetables have you managed to grow? Because they can be quite the hassle these things. It’s not all easy.”

“We grew bell peppers first then blueberries, tomatoes, strawberries, tangerines, lettuce, radishes,” you listed, “A lot of things-we grew a lot of things,” you laughed.

“That’s such an amazing hobby. It’s a healthy hobby,” she pointed with a small laugh, “Oh my God,” she put a hand to her head before moving it to her heart, “God, I’m so sorry, how could I not start by congratulating you on your baby?”

You laughed shyly, “No, you’re good.”

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, her motherly eyes staring at you, “River.”

“River,” you repeated with a nod and a soft smile.

“That’s such a beautiful name. River Jude Evans, is it?”

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah, right.”

“Of course I have to ask about the story. A lot of people have been saying you named him after the late-the incredible, River Jude Phoenix. Did you, really?”

You nodded, “Yeah,” you confirmed, “Chris and I are all about nature. So we knew we wanted a name that impersonated that, that gave life to our connection like that because we knew that our baby is just-that’s the product of so many years of love, of similarities, and-just, the flowing of our relationship,” you said, “So we were talking one night, we were coming up with names and coincidentally Stand By Me was playing, the movie,” you smiled, recalling the memory, “So we were talking, choosing, excluding, then it was during that part where Gordie was asking Chris in the movie if he was weird,”

“Chris was River Phoenix,” Oprah smiled.

“Chris was River Phoenix,” you pointed with a nod, “And he was like ‘yeah, you’re weird. Everyone’s weird’ and my husband and I were just giggling and smiling at that part because it’s one of our favorites,” you said, “Then it just,” you snapped your fingers, “Clicked. Suddenly naming our baby River really clicked because I have had this indescribable connection to River Phoenix ever since I was just a kid,” you pointed at yourself, “My mom absolutely adored him, to the point where you’d think he was my brother and it was-it was especially heartbreaking when he passed. So in a way, I felt like-we felt like we wanted to do this for him and for us,” you smiled slightly, “So we met up with Joaquin and we told him about it and it was-it was such an emotional day.”

“I love that you decided to take Joaquin’s consent,” Oprah said, “That you thought about him before making the decision.”

You nodded, “It was important to us. He was very supportive of it, and he was-he’s been very lovely with River.”

“They met?”

“He met River, yeah,” you nodded, “Just recently actually. He’s an extraordinary man.”

Oprah nodded, a smile on her face as she listened to you talk, “How did your mother take the news?”

“The pregnancy?”

“And the name choice.”

“Oh Gosh, my mom was a wreck,” you laughed, “She still is. She can’t believe she’s a grandma.”

“Can imagine. It’s a big feeling.”

“It is, it is. She’s just-she was so emotional. I think-I think having a grandson was something her mind didn’t allow her to even think about.”

“Why’s that?”

You sucked in a breath, “In a way, it feels like-like someone shaking your shoulders. Or it’s like someone telling you that this is now your reality. This is your life. Your daughter found love, she built a home, she’s having a family, and that’s all because you made it out of a tiresome, and an absolutely dark place.”

Oprah nodded, her pointer against her temple.

“My mom has her moments of surprise still because she endured so much,” you said, “And I think that it’s not just River that is now a reminder that she endured so much for me to reach that part of my life, but I think it’s Chris too.”

Oprah hummed, eyes soft, “Seeing you in love, with your own family.”

You nodded, “Exactly.”

“How was that like? How was life like back then for her? For you with your father?”

You took a breath in, looking up for less than a second, “It was rough,” you muttered, “I remember the first time I realized that the relationship I saw as a kid, back at home, wasn’t normal was in school. I think I was six years old,” you frowned, “And I mentioned something in front of a teacher about how it was normal for dads to hit their wives and daughters because to me, that was normal. That was the usual. I didn’t know that you shouldn’t fear your fathers like that, that-that the relationship you have with your dad shouldn’t be built on whether or not you’re going to get pushed,” you said, “But I grew up hearing my mom cry out more than, maybe sing and that-I thought that was normal.”

“Was he both physically and emotionally abusive?”

“And everything in between,” you said, “In my entire life, I’ve only really talked about it all twice. Once with a therapist when I was, maybe twelve years old and then another to Chris. It’s hard to think about sometimes so I just-the words get stuck. I’ve seen-I’ve seen things I wish can erase, heard things I wish I never did.”

Oprah nodded sympathetically, “Was it always like that?”

“In a way, yes. Um, it was scary at first because they loved each other at first. He was Mom’s neighbor, she fell for that-that bad boy next-door neighbor then they got married. It wasn’t always physical but it got physical when he first cheated on her,” you told, “And my mom was pregnant with me at the time and they had moved away from the city. She was-she was so in love with him, had the whole ‘I can fix him’ mindset and decided to stay because she wanted me to have a present father in my life. She felt like if she left, she’d be the reason behind me not having a normal home,” you said, “So it got physical with pushing, shoving, but it didn’t escalate until I was maybe one year old, or two. And that’s-that was beside the things she had to listen to, the shouting, everything.”

The screen changed to a picture of you and your Mom from when you were four years old, sitting on her lap as you grinned to the camera as she sat on grass, soft eyes looking at you with a smile.

“What about your family? Did she not tell anyone?”

The screen then went back to you and Oprah.

You shook your head, “He didn’t allow my Mom to see her family.”

“Oh my God.”

You nodded, “And we were away from them so it wasn’t the easiest when it came to visits but she was so scared when they did that they thought it was her who wanted to cut ties with them and they were so heartbroken,” you said, “They tried to help a few times. Ask if he had anything to do with it but my Mom just denied every time.”

Oprah nodded, “She had no one.”

“No one,” you nodded, “He made her feel so small, so-so weak. I always get so defensive and just-so angry and emotional when there’s a conversation about a toxic relationship, or an abusive relationship and someone’s like “Well, why can’t she just leave?”” You said, “Because it’s never that easy.”

The screen changed to wedding picture of your Mom and Dad, her in a dress with a happy smile while he smirked, his hands on her waist as she held on to her bouquet of flowers.

“So many layers.”

It then changed back to you.

You nodded, “You hold on to things that aren’t there and your self-esteem is nonexistent. He made her feel like she wouldn’t survive a day without him.”

“But she did,” Oprah smiled softly, leaning forward to rest her hand on yours.

You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“When did it stop? When did she decide that enough was enough?”

“I was about eight years old and I started getting into theatre,” you said, “My Mom used to help sneak me out and to the theatre, come up with lies and excuses because he never wanted me-he never wanted anybody to do something that he didn’t like. I had this theatre instructor, Mrs. Lowe, that became friends with my Mom and she was her only friend. At some point, she knew about how things were at home and she tried convincing my Mom that she’d call the cops for her and all but my Mom was scared,” you moved your hand as you talked, looking at Oprah, “So there was this opportunity to play Annie in New York and Mrs. Lowe was travelling there because she got an opportunity there. She reached out to my Mom and-to this day, I don’t know how she managed to convince her but the next thing I know is that my clothes and my Mom’s clothes are in a duffel bag and we’re travelling with Mrs. Lowe.”

“Without telling him.”

“Without telling him,” you confirmed, “We just-we ran away. Mom had no contact with anyone from our family for so long, but she knew he was going crazy. I remember that-if I wasn’t waking up to the sound of her screaming from a nightmare, it was her waking me up because I had a nightmare,” you said, “I got the role as Annie and stayed with Mrs. Lowe for a year before my Mom got to afford this one-bedroom apartment, then the theatre decided to extend the broadway for two more years and they offered to pay for my education at this public school where some of the theatre kids went.”

The screen showed a picture of you as a kid on stage, mid-singing in your Annie costume before it changed to another one of you standing in line with a lot of other kids and people, the picture zooming to your beaming, childish face.

“And what about food? Clothes? Everyday necessities?”

“I got very little pay, but my Mom would still try to save up from it for my college and she gave me the rest to spend because she wanted me to be responsible with the money, so she always monitored that.”

It then went back to you.

“What did you end up getting with your money?”

“It wasn’t much, I always ended up getting us canned soup and crackers, really,” you chuckled, “Clothes were Mom’s doing. She learned to knit and sew, so my entire wardrobe was just all her doing.”

“God, Y/N,” Oprah breathed out, “When did she reach out to your family?”

“Right after I finished Annie in nineteen ninety-nine. She sent them a letter with Mrs. Lowe because she was going back to work on some papers, but she was terrified of going back with her,” you said, “At that point my Dad went all out. They rescued him a few times from overdosing, he lost all his money to drinking and drugs, all of which he had already began doing when I was two years old, but it just-it got worse. But my grandparents flew out to New York after Mrs. Lowe gave them the letter and they helped us out a lot.”

“Your Grandpa was there?”

You nodded, a small smile on your face, “Gramps was there, he was alive. My Grandma says it’s the heartbreak of what my Mom and I went through that just-because it was only six months after we reconnected that he-that he passed away.”

Oprah hummed, eyebrows furrowed, “And did it get better after that? Were your conditions better?”

“We got by,” you said, “It wasn’t until I was about twelve years old that my Mom didn’t really skip meals because she used to do that all the time–just to make sure we had enough food. But she works as a vet and it took her some time to be on her own and everything, but before that she had two jobs as an assistant nurse and would usually make these pretty dresses and sell them for kids,” you smiled slightly.

“Was it you that took your family to another place? Did you feel like you needed to act to get the money?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I never really thought much about where I’ll get with acting. I mean, I just knew I liked doing it and my Mom was always proud of the fact that I had that getaway with theatre, but she was very nervous and just–she wasn’t entirely okay with me pursuing acting because she knew the amount of pressure that is put on you, especially when you’re a child actor.”

“But was she supportive of it when you got your first role? It was for Spy Kids, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, “It was, yeah, and Mom was very supportive, just very protective and I think–I’m very thankful for her because whenever it felt like too much, she’d always pull me aside and just tell me that I can just leave if I want to and that nothing and no one is forcing me to do it. She’s always been laser-focused on my comfort.”

“Your Mom is a hero.”

“She is,” you sighed, “She really is.”

“How did you feel when she remarried? You were still young when she met your stepdad, right?”

“I was eighteen when they met, nineteen when they got married,” you nodded, “And–I felt scared for some time because I knew well what my Mom went through, and a huge part of me thought that nobody deserved her. She’s just–Like, she’s just too good for anyone, but Pops was–he’s an incredible man.”

The screen changed to a picture of you and your stepdad, Marshall, when you were older, looking twenty, as he was sitting on a bench, you standing behind him with your arms around his shoulder and head beside his while his hands held on to your arms as you grinned while he laughed.

“You call him Pops,” Oprah noted with a smile.

“He’s the closest I got to an actual father,” you said before the screen went back to you, “I called him by his name, Marshall, for some time then I remember one day–I think it was about two or three years later, I just called him Pops and it just–it stuck with us, with me,” you pointed at yourself, “Because it made so much sense.”

“How did that make him feel?”

“God,” you chuckled, looking up in thought, feeling your eyes grow tearful, “He cried like crazy,” you said, “We were all crying, really.”

Oprah’s soft smile was on her face, “Why did you never call him Dad? Why Pops?”

“I didn’t–I don’t have pleasant memories attached to the term,” you said, “It’s not like I can’t say it, or that I don’t want my kids calling Chris ‘Dad’, but I couldn’t use it myself. In some way, it felt like–Like, you know what? Let’s start over. You don’t need to be my Dad because I know how that one is like, you’re going to be my father but I’ll just call you Pops.”

Oprah hummed, “Was your family welcoming to Chris?” She asked, “I can imagine with a protective mom and father, and given the background, I just–I can’t imagine it was easy.”

“They were welcoming,” you nodded, “But they were so intimidating,” you chuckled slightly, “Chris didn’t meet my family right away. I think he met them like five or six months into the relationship and everyone was polite, they were friendly, but my Mom was just sitting there observing him, looking for the red flags,” you laughed, “And Pops was trying so hard to look all tough and scary, and–God, even my little sister, Madelyn, she was maybe seven years old or six, and she just interrogated him,” you laughed.

“Seven!”

The screen changed to a picture of you and your little half-sister, Madelyn, from when she was only a newborn as you cradled her in your arms when you were twenty-one years old before it changed to another recent picture as she stood in her swimming attire, a gold medal around her neck as you kissed her cheek before it went back to you.

You nodded, “Chris was sitting on the couch back home and she was in this big chair and she was just like “What are your intentions with my sister?””

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” you laughed, “And I remember later that night, Chris was telling me about how it was Maddie he was worried from. It took her some time to warm up to him.”

“You’re like a family of protective women,” Oprah said, “It’s passed down.”

“Oh definitely,” you nodded, “We’re very protective of one another, of our family.”

“But I think Chris has that reputation about him, too, doesn’t he? That he’s so protective over you, especially when you were pregnant?”

A picture of you and Chris was then shown from years ago, your head to his chest as hugged him while his lips were on your head, eyes closed as he held onto you, before another picture from the Los Angeles premiere of The Gray Man was shown; you were both standing on the carpet, his hand on your big bump as he smiled at you while you smiled for the cameras.

The screen then changed to you.

“Oh, definitely. Definitely,” you nodded, “He’s overprotective and he was–he watched over me like a hawk during the pregnancy,” you chuckled, “But he was just so nervous and he’s–he’s quite the worrier, really. I did snap at him for it a few times too much, but I knew it only stemmed from a good place because–Chris has the biggest heart ever, he’s just constantly looking out for those around him.”

“You know it gave people some headlines,” Oprah said, looking at her iPad, “Chris Evans can’t trust wife Y/N Y/L/N with the baby,” she read, “Chris Evans attacked for constraining actress and wife Y/N Y/L/N.”

“We always think it’s funny when people get offended on our behalf,” you said, “You have a new father who’s actually just very attentive, very worried like all new dads, and you think he’s limiting me,” you shook your head, “It has nothing to do with trust. I know I trust Chris with my life and I know he does so, too,” you pointed at yourself.

“So you know about the articles?”

“We do, yeah,” you nodded, “There have always been questionable articles. At the end of the day, we just decide to move on and do what suits us best.”

“I’m proud of you,” Oprah said, “Well, we’ll go on a break then Chris will be joining us after.”

It wasn’t long before the interview was back on, Chris sitting beside you on the couch, the three of you having fresh pomegranate juice.

“I’ll just begin by saying this is the best juice I have ever had in my entire life,” she said as she pointed at the glass, “You made that?” She asked you.

You nodded, “It’s mostly the pomegranate that’s good. We take pride in it,” you put a hand on Chris’s arm.

“Organic and homemade,” he boasted before laughing.

Oprah hummed in contentment as she took a sip, “Sooo,” she dragged, looking at Chris, “Thanks for joining us.”

Chris smiled, “Thanks for having me,” he said, rubbing his hands on his thighs before sitting comfortably.

“You’ve been watching us from the side,” Oprah said.

Chris chuckled, nodding, “Yeah, yeah just lurking a bit.”

“First of all, congratulations,” Oprah beamed, “On the newest addition to your family. Y/N was telling me all about naming River earlier.”

“Yeah, thank you, thank you,” Chris smiled as he glanced at you, “Let’s hope he stays asleep for some time,” he joked, looking at the baby monitor on the table.

“How did you feel knowing that your baby is a boy? How was that like when you were looking at the ultrasound?”

“We actually decided to wait. We didn’t know he was a boy until Y/N was in labor,” Chris said, “To be honest, it felt–I don’t know, I mean, I still would’ve cried the same if we had a girl because it just didn’t matter to me. All I was asking for was a healthy baby, and a painless delivery for Y/N which wasn’t–it wasn’t exactly the case,” they all chuckled slightly, “And yeah–yeah, I was just so overwhelmed.”

“Did-Oh! Your dog is here,” Oprah clapped as Dodger appeared, instantly going to your side, “Dodger?”

“Yeah,” Chris beamed, “Hey, hey, buddy,” he excitedly exclaimed to his dog, reaching over to scratch his head while you petted his back.

“Doesn’t like missing out on anything,” you joked.

“You have a cat, too, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Pam,” you said.

“Queen Pam,” Chris said sarcastically.

“Stop that,” you laughed.

“Chris, are you a classic cat hater?” Oprah asked.

“No, I don’t hate cats, it’s just that Pam hates me. She absolutely despises me,” he said.

“So not true,” you shook your head with a smirk.

“It is,” Chris nodded.

“Uh oh, rivalry,” Oprah joked.

“Oh, absolutely. Absolutely,” Chris nodded again.

“You know, Y/N and I were just talking about her family welcoming you in their life and she was telling me about that interrogation her sister–Madelyn gave you.”

“Oh yeah,” Chris laughed, nodding, “I was already so scared. Just so nervous, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the fact that out of her mom and Marsh, it was Maddie that I needed to worry about.”

The three of you laughed, your eyes on your husband with a smile on your face as he then talked.

“No, but really, I think–I’ve always admired how protective Y/N’s family is of her because I realize where that stems from. I know how things were like and you can never really blame them for it.”

“Did your past with your biological father,” Oprah began, looking at you, “Did that affect the both of you? Did it affect your relationship?”

“Oh for sure, for sure,” you nodded, crossing one leg over the other. This time, it was Chris’ time to look at you, one elbow leaning on the armrest with his middle finger right under his bottom lip and pointer on his cheek. “I think it affected all my relationships, but with Chris–What I felt for Chris when we were first just seeing each other, it wasn’t something that I had ever felt and that was so scary to me,” you said, “It took me everything to try and just–to break that cycle of trauma and convince myself that not every man is my father,” Oprah hummed with a nod, “Chris is nothing like him. He’s not here to harm me, he’s not here to belittle me. That I’m worthy of love that is–that is actually genuine.”

Chris nodded to himself at the last bit, a soft smile on his face.

“And Chris, how was that like for you? I imagine things were not easy. That the process was slow and there were things you didn’t know that might have been triggering for Y/N.”

“Yeah, for sure,” he nodded, “Y/N’s very self-aware, like incredibly self-aware and she’s always been all about communication. So the process was slow, yeah, we took our time but I wasn’t complaining because I always knew this was something for life, you know?” He smiled slightly, “I knew this was worthwhile. That alright, we’re actually keeping each other for quite some time right there, and when you have that feeling about someone–when you have these feelings for them, you just want to make it work. You’ll wait for years even, you’ll do it.”

You smiled, very briefly resting your head on his shoulder before he wrapped an arm around you.

Oprah looked at you with soft eyes, tilting her head at the both of you.

“This is beautiful,” she said, “You know, I was thinking on my way here about how you both are like to the media,” she began, “Like the way you both are put in high regard but monitored so closely, yet you keep everything so private. It’s like what people know about you is what you want them to know.”

Chris nodded, looking at you and signaling you to reply.

“I think with our position, with our occupations, we want to keep so many parts to ourselves. Because when you’re all out there, when your arguments and daily rituals and everything else is just out in the open, it’s just–it’s no longer a relationship between you and your partner. It’s a relationship between you, your partner, and everyone with an opinion they feel needs to be shared and things get out of hand. Like, Chris and I could have an argument like every single couple out there, but the minute we go outside and either of us is looking a little angry or upset, it’s suddenly the end of the world,” you said, “Suddenly I’m labelled as undeserving of Chris, and he’s labelled as toxic. It doesn’t matter than nobody ever truly knows the context or what happened, everyone is just so quick with labels.”

“And we make up pretty quickly,” Chris said, “Like way quicker than the internet does. So we’d be doing pretty good, pretty well, but the internet and the media is still raving about possible divorce or breakups or anything of the matter.”

Oprah nodded, “You both have had your fair share of labels,” she said.

“Oh, definitely,” you chuckled.

“Y/N, you were very sexualized in the media, or just, in the industry at times, especially during your formative years which is very appalling to think about.”

You nodded.

“How did you manage to establish boundaries? Because as far as I know, before you stopped doing interviews in 2015, you were vocal about it. You were calling out predatory behavior in the industry against young actresses.”

“I think I actually lucked out with the people around me. I have people I trust that I have always gone back to for advice and rants, and it took me some time to realize that I don’t appreciate how my job, my performances, and my personality–everything was just thrown away and disregarded the moment I show some skin. Suddenly it’s all that everyone can talk about. Suddenly the reason behind my success is my body, and everyone is no longer interested in anything but what I eat, who I’m wearing, and shamelessly posting fantasies as if I’m not an actual human being,” you said, “And it’s the case with a lot a young actresses now, and has been the case for so long but the narrative is changing. As long as people actually talk about it, as long as they address it, then it’ll come to an end because you have so many actresses and models getting forced in-in absolutely sick relationships and situations, and taking on harmful diets, harmful beauty standards, and they’re suddenly looked at as something and not someone.”

Chris was nodding, arm still around you and hand on your arm, softly rubbing it up and down.

“Was there a moment when you called it all out and were threatened?”

“Of course,” you replied, “Things used to be even worse back then than they are now. So I expected the threats. I expected the talks about how I’m never going to make it further if I keep declining offers by predators and just–just people who should be locked up.”

Oprah blew out a breath, looking at Chris, “You have a tough one, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Chris replied with a proud smile, “I think–I believe this is what the industry needs. I think Y/N’s paving the way for a lot of young actresses, because it’s inspirational looking up to someone who recognizes their place and who can actually come forward and call people out for the things they do. She’s been through a lot,” he said, “So I’m never surprised that all her passions really come from a place of experience, from-from empathy.”

Oprah nodded, “God,” she hummed with a shake of her head, “There’s so much you went through, I know that,” she pointed at herself, “I imagine that’s one of the reasons why you’re overprotective,” she told Chris.

Chris chuckled a little, nodding, “I know Y/N can look out for herself, she’s an incredible woman. She can look out for an entire family but I just think she doesn’t need to do that,” he said, “I relate to her at how the feelings we felt for each other were just-they were new. It’s a sort of love that, to me, was unlike any other. So it just comes naturally to me,” he gave a shrug, “Worrying about her, thinking about her, especially if we’re apart, it’s out of my hands.”

“I imagine that was even doubled during the pregnancy.”

“Oh quadrupled even,” you joked with a laugh.

“Okay, okay, I wasn’t that bad,” Chris joked.

“I wasn’t there and even I know that’s a lie,” Oprah said.

“Alright maybe, maybe just a little,” he laughed.

“You hid the pregnancy for the first 6 months,” Oprah said, “How was that period like?”

“Quiet,” you said, looking at Chris.

“Quiet,” he repeated with a nod, “It was definitely great, honestly. Just keeping that to ourselves and to our close family and friends.”

“Everyone was wondering where you went,” Oprah told you.

You chuckled, “There were a lot of death rumors that time actually. Even though I posted some Instagram stories and tweets.”

“Somebody must be running Y/N’s account,” Chris joked.

“Conspiracy theories,” Oprah joined in on the joke, “I think the pregnancy announcement was one of the biggest announcements of the century, and I’m not even joking.”

“That’s on her,” Chris joked, tilting his head toward you.

“Chris was that ever scary to you? Being with someone like Y/N, she’s always been up there for the world,” she put a hand up, “Like a true female icon in the entertainment industry as whole.”

“Yeah, definitely,” he confessed, “When I first met her, it was back in 2014, I was already so starstruck because she’s always been an icon, just like you said. So the thought of us being together never really occurred to me, but when I really got to know her, you forget all about the fact that this is Y/N Y/L/N,” he said, “I think I’m not with just one version of Y/N though. I’m married to the icon, to the-the absolute legend, and I’m also married to the woman who prefers baking pies and making pasta from scratch over going all out and fancy, and I’m married to the woman who also likes feeling good, looking good, going out with friends or preparing a fancy date. I got over that shell–that layer people have when it comes to Y/N because it’s very dehumanizing,” he said, “Just like Y/N said really, it’s important that you stop looking at your idols as something and start looking at them as someone.”

Your eyes were tearful, smiling to yourself slightly as you looked down, listening to every word he said.

“That’s a really good point,” Oprah pointed out, “It’s very dehumanizing. I agree with you,” she said, “On a lighter note, how was it like in your life together during that time in 2019 when Chris’ journey with Marvel came to an end? Because I imagine that was very emotional.”

“God, yes,” you nodded, “Is that truly a lighter note?” You joked.

“It’s the lightest I can do,” Oprah joked.

Chris laughed, “No, really, really, it was very emotional because my journey as Cap was like-it was a comfort zone, so that ending was just a little turbulent. But going back home at the end of the day, or just-just circulating back to Y/N and my family gave me comfort during that time.”

“Comfort zone,” Oprah smiled.

“For sure,” he nodded, “I think we go beyond the comfort zone.”

“But he made a legacy with it, really,” you smiled at your husband before looking Oprah, “It’s such an iconic character for everyone.”

“Of course, who doesn’t know Steve Rogers as Captain America?” Oprah opened her arms, “But speaking of legacies, let’s switch to another route real quick,” she said, “Do you both think River will follow yours?”

You blew a breath out, Chris raising his eyebrows slightly.

“River can be whoever he wants to be,” you said, “There’s no pressure that he needs to be added to follow anybody’s footsteps.”

Chris nodded, “I think with River we’re really aware, and we’re really cautious to protect him from all that exposure for as long as we can, and for as long as he grows up to make the choice himself.”

“That’s really beautiful,” Oprah said, “I think you both are incredible parents.”

You and Chris both beamed, “Thank you,” Chris said, “Thank you, thank you.”

“I try,” you said, “I’ll always try.”

“Do you think you’re just one and done with children? Because I know you both are so family-oriented,” she said, “You like big families and that environment.”

“Definitely not one and done,” you laughed, “But there’s no rush. We’re just living life day by day right now. Just making sure River grows up in a nurturing household, with emotionally mature parents, most importantly.”

“Any bets on the first word?”

“It has to be Mama,” you joked.

“I have a feeling it’ll be Mama,” Chris laughed, “He’s a momma’s boy. He’s a huge momma’s boy.”

“Is that a broken heart I hear?” Oprah joked.

“Oh, definitely,” Chris joked along, laughing as he nodded, “How dare he!”

“I just hope his first word isn’t anything inappropriate,” you chuckled, “Chris, and Scott and my best friend, Jia, have a habit of cursing all the time so I hope he doesn’t catch any of that.”

“You should set some rules.”

“Rules were set,” you nodded, “Rules get broken,” you laughed, “They never do it intentionally, it’s just in their nature.”

“I never do it intentionally,” Chris said with a shake of his head, “I’ve been practicing though, for a while now.”

“You need to do that,” Oprah joked, “So,” she smiled, looking at you, “Your story has a happy ending?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning slightly on Chris, “It does.”

“That’s because you both made it so,” she said.

Chris smiled, looking at you.

“How do you feel right now?” Oprah asked.

“Content,” you answered, “I’m happy with how my life is like now. I’m satisfied with it.”

“What about you, Chris?”

“Extremely grateful,” Chris answered, “This is everything I’ve always dreamed of, and-and I’m happy I get to share that with my wife. I honestly wouldn’t want it with anyone else.”

It wasn’t just you with tearful eyes, because so did Chris, but it was you who first wiped your cheek away with a small laugh.

Oprah smiled, “Any plans?”

“Just being a husband and a dad that my family needs, what they deserve,” Chris said.

You nodded slightly, “Just focusing on our family, really. And just-just really enjoying the moment with all the sleepless nights and everything that comes with it because I know it’ll all just pass by so quickly.”

Oprah nodded with a smile, “Well, thank you for sharing your story. Thank you for trusting me with your story. I can’t wait to see River, I can’t wait to see how the both of you will be like in a year, in two years, I’m excited for it.”

“Thank you so much,” you smiled, “I trust you the most with this.”

“We wouldn’t have had this any other way,” Chris said.

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ncityprincess · 2 years ago

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anything for you, princess 👑

pairing: actor/sugar daddy? jaehyun x influencer?/sugar baby? female reader

plot: tldr; reader gets flown out by actor jaehyun and they have sexy time for the first time 😁

MINORS DNI

note: this is my first ever story. i’ve been sitting on this idea for a minute and decided to go for it. this is extremely self indulgent. happy reading! 👑🍭

she woke up earlier than her alarm had, given she’d spent the past eight or so hours tossing and turning in bed anticipating the next day. she shot out of bed and started her day with one thing on her mind: him.

him being her latest beau jeong jaehyun. it had all started a few months back. it was spring time, and she decided she wanted to bring some romantic energy to her instagram page. feeling flirty, the woman had uploaded a photo of herself holding a single red rose, adorned in a blood red satin dress that flattered her curvy figure. nothing too out of the ordinary, as she frequently posted pretty pictures of herself.

apparently mr. jeong, seoul’s most popular up-and-coming actor, felt the dress flattered her too. the oh-so handsome star wasn't the type to use social media outside of work purposes, as it wasn't really his thing, but the picture had innocently landed on his explore page. anyone with eyes would have clicked on the picture too–she was beautiful! even though he knew dating could interfere with his career, he still felt like there was something about her. he took the chance and sent her a harmless message. i mean, it’s worth a shot right? you were too alluring to pass up.

“i’d send you 11 more to make it a dozen, beautiful🌹”

she read the message with a bit of a shy, but curious smirk.

that was a good one she had to admit.

she typically wasn’t one to read her message requests, after all, those guys usually weren’t her type. creep after creep. loser after loser. no thanks.

but him.

there was something about him.

she clicked on his profile picture to see who this @_jeongjaehyun guy was. she had to admit his follower count was pretty daunting, she'd never been approached by someone like this before, but she continued to investigate further, wanting to see what else this jeong jaehyun had to offer. based on his bio he was an actor in korea. she hadn’t been too familiar with korean films, but she figured he had to be pretty talented if he had this many supporters. scrolling through his profile made her even more intrigued as she dug further. tons of behind the scenes footage from his films, pictures of trophies he’d collected from numerous award shows, mysterious and endearing videos of him riding his bike around the city with romantic music playing. jeong jaehyun was an enigma. she wanted him.

he was annoyingly handsome, had romantic features, an entire catalog of acting experience. she definitely liked what she saw, but she just had to dig just a little more. she eventually accepted the message request and thought of a witty enough reply, not wanting to seem too bold.

“maybe i’d let you 💋”

from there everything fell into place. he was perfect. he was equal parts suave and dorky. he had the most elaborate, yet elementary jokes. he spoiled her ROTTEN. christian louboutin, prada, la perla, chanel. she named it, he bought it. he wanted her to know how sincere his feelings about her were, and chose to show it through sending her pretty little presents every so often.

"beautiful girls deserve the most beautiful things" he would say.

the months went on and on...

he understood her, he listened to her, they had a deep and genuine connection. even with her being in new york city and him in seoul, they utilized every bit of free time to connect. face time became their norm over the past few months, and while it was convenient, it just wasn’t enough. they needed to be with one another in person.

so it was settled: he bought her a first class ticket to seoul, arranged to have a driver pick her up from her apartment and drive her to the airport, sent his own chauffeur to drive her to his pent house apartment in seoul, and the two would finally meet. because he had an afternoon schedule around the time she would land in seoul, he left a spare key for the front desk along with her full name, granting her access to his apartment. she felt a huge responsibility being left alone with his luxurious apartment, but she also felt comforted knowing he trusted her that much.

“i’ll see you soon, baby”

she grabbed her packed belongings, most of which being the pretty presents jaehyun bought for her during these few months of them talking. she figured he would love to see her strutting around in the gifts he bought for her. she endured the extremely long flight from new york city to seoul, knowing each minute would bring her closer to her lover.

once the driver dropped her off at his penthouse, she grabbed the key from the receptionist after giving her full name, and made her way up to the 127th floor. she stared out of the glass elevator windows, looking out at the sea of city lights. with each floor the elevator ascended her heart raced faster and faster.

he had told her to make herself at home. “my house is your house baby, do whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable while i’m out. i left my card incase you need anything. see you soon.”

she set her red luggage down and made her way into his bathroom. he had left out a towel and wash cloth for her, along with any toiletries she may have needed. she stepped into the luxurious rainfall shower and fantasized about how the next few weeks would go…

she had just finished applying her lip gloss when she heard the front door open. she looked over herself one last time in the big full length mirror in jaehyun’s closet and quickly made her way to the entryway. he pulled the door open and immediately made eye contact with her. they stared at each other passionately before he set his keys down and quickly pulled her in for a kiss. no words needed to be exchanged, it was time to let their bodies speak for them. she reached up and grabbed his face, kissing him back with urgency. she moaned into his mouth, releasing months of pent up energy. the moment she had been waiting for was finally here. he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, inadvertantly knocking off her red bottoms he’d gifted her at one point.

“gosh jae, i’m happy to see you too” she giggled

he smiled against her lips and smacked her lightly on her ass. he finally made it to his bedroom and tossed her onto his silk bed sheets. she squealed when he dove right on top of her not wasting any time. his hands made his way to the hem of her crop top and ripped it off of her. he pulled back from her a little bit to look down at her riled up form.

“pretty, i bought this for you too huh?” he chuckled, tracing the top of her red lacy bra where her cleavage spilled out. “uh huh” she moaned. he grabbed her hand to help her sit up so he could take her bra off. he pulled off the rest of her clothes, along with the matching cheeky lace panties and gently laid her back down. he went right back into kissing her plump lips. the two lovers put their all into their kisses, making up for all the lost time. the months of phone calls, face times, letters, postcards, texts, naughty texts—the works. as amazing as these last few months were, nothing beats this feeling right now. finally being able to put their hands on one another. his hands massaged her large breasts, making electricity race through her body. his kisses slowly creeped down her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her décolletage, finally landing on her boobs. he kissed and fondled her chest with intense admiration.

“you’re perfect”

she sighed and slowly tilted her head back into the pillows, fully immersing herself into the moment. all the nights she spent desperately yearning for his hands to explore her body and now she was living it. it was so much more than she could have ever imagined. he focused his tongue on her left nipple, swirling it around slowly. he wanted to take his time with her. savor the taste of her. the feeling of her. his beautiful girl. she moaned softly, running her manicured nails through his soft locks, encouraging him to keep going. his hand started to explore her body a little further, aiming for the spot she needed him most. his fingers softly landed on her clit, making her heart speed up. he looked up at her with her nipple still in his mouth and he gave her a cheeky grin.

“this ok with you, princess?”

she nodded eagerly, grabbing his hand and placing more pressure onto her clit, urging him to do something. he chuckled softly, taking the hint, and spread her plush thighs apart a little more. he wanted to make sure he had plenty of room to make her feel real good. he rubbed his fingers up and down her folds, getting his fingers wet with her arousal. she couldn’t believe how wet she was already. he made a noise of approval at her wetness and eventually his middle finger made it’s way into her warm hole. she instantly felt herself flutter against his finger. it had been so long since she’d been touched, it was all so overwhelming. she bucked her hips against his hand, asking for more. she whined loudly when his ring finger joined his middle inside of her. he kept his pace steady, admiring how gone she already was.

“you like this baby?” jaehyun asked sweetly, with a hint of condescension.

“mmm so good jae, i want you so fucking bad” she moaned.

his fingers picked up the pace, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. he pounded her with such force that she began rocking against his fingers greedily. she was so close to letting go. eventually she hit her peak and let out drawn out, lewd sound of satisfaction. she swore she was seeing stars.

“atta girl”

she panted, making her chest raise up and down as she came down from her orgasm. as satisfied as she felt, she needed MORE. she was insatiable. she needed to feel all of him and she needed it NOW. she shot up and crashed her lips against his. jaehyun hadn’t taken his clothes off the whole time, leaving her aching to see him. she unbuttoned his dress shirt hurriedly and pushed it off of his broad shoulders. she pulled away to admire his muscular form. she couldn’t believe he was all hers. he gave her a smirk, gesturing to his body.

“like what you see, princess?”

with a bat of her eyelashes and a sweet smile, she unbuckled his belt and tossed it somewhere, then pulled off his pants and underwear in one go. jaehyun sat up against the headboard with his legs out straight, while she kneeled perpendicular to him, leaning over to touch his dick. she grazed the tip of his thick member with her finger tips. she leaned down and gave the tip a few sweet kisses and he cooed at her, stroking her hair. she finally licked a stripe from the base to the top of his dick and went to work with her mouth. she swirled her tongue all around his dick, wanting to make him feel good. he groaned and spit out a “good girl” through clenched teeth. she looked up at him with the most sultry bedroom eyes she could muster. her dark, smokey makeup she applied earlier definitely helped. he made a makeshift ponytail with his fist and bunched up her hair, not pulling but just holding it there. soon after he pulled her off of his dick, not wanting to cum that way.

“fuck, lay down baby” jaehyun said and got back on top of her. he placed a pillow under her head and her hips, making sure she was comfortable. he gave her one last kiss on her nose before lining his tip up with her entrance, slowly pushing himself into her warm hole. they both moaned out in unison, enjoying the intimacy of this moment. he began to pick up the pace, making her squeak and grab onto his strong biceps. her boobs bounced with each strong thrust, driving jaehyun absolutely insane. his eyes flickered from her beautiful fucked out face, back to her soft, voluptuous body.

“you feel so good baby, can’t believe i finally get to have you like this. so perfect” jaehyun said while pounding her even harder. her hold on his biceps became stronger as she needed something to anchor herself onto. her moans got louder and louder, as did the sounds of their bodies crashing together. he grabbed her leg, placed it onto his shoulder, pressed a gentle kiss on her calf, then on her ankle, and finally the sole of her foot. she felt her soul leave her body as she begged him for more.

“please baby pleaseee” she whined.

he grabbed her other leg and placed it on his shoulder and thrusted at a deeper angle, really hitting the perfect spot.

“fuck jae keep fucking me like that please baby”

he looked down at where their bodies collided and noticed her hand sneak down the front of her body. she played with her clit, desperately trying to reach her peak again. he grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them at the sides of her head and interlaced their fingers. their foreheads touched and they looked deeply into each other’s eyes. their lips met again, this time the kiss was passionate and needy. desperately wanting to finish each other off. finally, she felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm arriving and she let go, moaning her man’s name for the whole world to hear. he finished soon after with a guttural sound, emptying everything he had to offer into her. they laid there in bliss, waiting for their heart rates to return back to normal.

jaehyun was about to pull out to get a bath started for the two of them but she wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him in place.

“no please, not yet” she said in a small voice, not wanting to ruin the intimate atmosphere. he chuckled softly, pressing soft kisses all over her pretty, flushed face.

“anything for you, princess”

the end 💋

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peppermintsparker · 2 years ago

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it's always been you

summary -- the one where peter parker realises how badly he's messed up. cue a heart to heart with aunt may, a heartbreak and a love confession warnings -- mentions parental death (gwens dad), minor explicit language, little bit of angst and mostly fluff authors note -- this is a part two to this fic so please read that beforehand!!!

Peter Parker cannot believe how badly he had messed up. Really, if someone had tried to bestow the ‘worst person in the world’ award upon him, he wouldn’t even think to turn it down; he knows he deserves it more than anyone else possibly could. Not only had his selfishness caused Gwen to lose her father, he had also lost you. His best friend, the other half of him. The biggest and brightest part of him.

There’s a lot of things that he knows to be true: Aunt May is the best cook, grass is green, Flash Thompson is a grade A asshole. And that you are, without a doubt, the most important person in the world to him. Peter knows he loves you, more than he should love a best friend really, and he knows that losing you would be the catalyst to his downfall.

And, Peter Parker absolutely does not want to live in a world without you. Only, now he sort of is living in a world without you. He knows that he has to make it right, and he has to fix what he’s broken. Only, he’s not quite sure how he is supposed to fix something that he doesn’t know can be fixed; that’s where May Parker, the wisest woman he’s ever known, comes in.

“Y/n told me that she loves me,” Peter confesses over dinner, five days later. There’s an air of nonchalance about him that he knows will likely drive Aunt May crazy, but he needs to get through this conversation first. “I went to go see her, after Gwen’s father died. She cried, and I apologised and told her that I had kissed Gwen. When she told me that she loved me, she told me that she knew I was a boy that would never be hers.”

May looks rightfully perplexed, trying to figure out what the right thing to say in this situation would be. “How do you feel about Gwen?” She asks; a question Peter’s not sure that he knows the answer to. Though, he sort of does know the answer deep down; she’s pretty, and smart, and sweet. Gwen Stacey would totally be his type if he wasn’t in love with you.

When Peter fails to answer, May knows that it’s time to try a different approach. “Okay, picture this: you’ve graduated from school with a doctorate in mechanical engineering and now you’re working in a lab. It’s a Friday evening and it’s been a busy week and at the end of the day, you drive home. Who, and what, are you driving home to?”

It’s quiet in the kitchen as Peter thinks about it, trying to envision where he is in the future. He knows that if Gwen had asked him this question, he’d have to say it’s her. But when it’s May Parker asking, the answer feels like it could be different. And it makes him feel guilty, like he’s leading Gwen on. But it’s you, Peter thinks, it’s always been you.

“It’s Y/n,” Peter answers when dinner has long been over. May is sitting on the couch, watching a movie on the television when Peter comes to interrupt her downtime. “I’ll come home from the lab, and I’ll be tired from a long week. And, Y/n will be sitting at the kitchen table, music playing in the background, maybe from the radio or Spotify, whilst she works on her novel. Maybe we have a dog or cat, but there will be several loose pages in front of her. She’s editing, and looks tired, but still so beautiful. She saves her work, gets up to kiss me. And all the tiredness and stress just dissipates, melts away. Because I’m home. And, it’s Y/n. It’s always been Y/n.”

May smiles at him so brightly that Peter thinks that it could power New York City forever. And, he knows that he’ll have to break Gwen’s heart in order to love his best friend the way that he wants to. “Go, Peter,” May tells him, the movie forgotten about now. She doesn’t mind, she’s seen it before and her nephew needs her attention the most right now. “You have to talk to Gwen, and Y/n.”

“I can’t, May. I can’t.” Peter knows that he sounds desperate, and that there’s only so much his Aunt May can help him with. But, maybe it’ll be enough anyway. “I can’t break Gwen’s heart, not when she’s lost her dad. But Y/n is everything to me, and I don’t want to live in a world where she isn’t mine.”

“I know that Gwen has lost her father, and that is a hurt she will feel forever,” May pauses for a second, trying to gather her emotions as she thinks about Ben, and how grief is a hurt that is always felt. “But not telling her? Peter, that is going to make her feel worse. Gwen deserves better than you pretending to love her. And, she will move on and she’ll find the one for her. And in ten, or twenty, years time, she might even be grateful to you.”

Peter nods, moving to press a kiss to his aunt’s forehead before rushing to grab his skateboard from where he’d dumped it in the entrance way. He’s quick as he skateboards through the city streets, avoiding getting hit by the traffic. One knock, two knocks, three knocks before Gwen opens the door. “Peter!” Gwen exclaims, voice full of surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, you wanna come in?”

“No I, uh-” Peter pauses, trying to come up with the right words. He hates that he’s about to break Gwen’s heart, but he knows that it’s necessary for the sake of love. A deep breath before, “no, sorry. I’m not staying long. I feel like such an ass for telling you this but I can’t not tell the truth and I really am so sorry for the loss of your father and I know this isn’t a great time but Y/n told me that she loves me and I left without saying anything because I’m with you. Only, I love her. Like, a lot. And, it’s Y/n, you know? It’s always been her.”

“I know.” Gwen smiles, and Peter’s not entirely sure what to think. And, Gwen must sense the boy's confusion because, “I know it’s always been Y/n for you. The two of you have been best friends for twelve years now and I see the way that you look at her. You look at Y/n like she strung all the stars in the night sky. I won’t lie and say I’m not upset by this, because I am. But you love her. So please, Peter, go and tell her okay? I’ll be okay.”

Peter’s quick to press a kiss to Gwen’s forehead, “I love you.” He’s honest, and earnest, and even though Peter doesn’t mean it in the romantic way, it still warms Gwen’s heart to hear him say the words. “I know it’s not in the way you want me to mean it, and I’m sorry that it’ll never be you. But I love you, Gwen Stacy. And, goodbye.”

In the blink of an eye, Peter is already skateboarding back home, stopping at your house with a hopeful smile on his face. Your bedroom window is open, and Peter can hear your music playing and the sound of you typing on your keyboard and oh – how it fills his heart with joy to hear the familiar sounds of the Peter + Y/n playlist. Skateboard abandoned in a bush, he climbs up the trellis until he’s leaning against your windowsill. “Hey, you.”

You jump, whirling around on your desk chair to see the boy you’ve loved your entire life. It’s a fresh sort of pain, and you can’t help but wonder why he’s practically hanging off your windowsill. “Get in here, idiot,” you shake your head at his foolishness. Peter does so, sitting on your bed to look at you. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you meant to be with Gwen?”

“I told Gwen I don’t love her,” Peter starts, trying not to laugh at the look of pure shock and disbelief on your face. “Well, I did tell her I love her but not in the way she wants me to love her. Not in the way that I love you. Because, I do love you. I don’t know when I started loving you but I shouldn’t have left that night. I should have said it back, but-”

“Gwen.” You finished for him, and Peter just nods. Truth be told, you’re not sure what there is left to say to Peter. Everything you wanted to say, you had already said so there wasn’t much else left to say. You turn away from him, and Peter worries that he’s blown it so he hangs his head in dejection whilst you save the document you’d been working on.

“Tell me again.” You practically demand, whirling back around on your chair. You don’t know why you’re so desperate to hear him say those three magic words again; maybe it’s because you’re not entirely sure it’s real. “I need you to tell me again. Please.”

And Peter does, with a softness that could put the finest of wools to shame, three words delicately weaved together with the finest of red threads; connecting the two of you in an everlasting love that you’ve only dreamt about. “I love you. I loved you at ten years old when you finally learnt to tie your own shoelaces, I loved you at thirteen when I comforted you through your first heartbreak. I loved you at fourteen, when we were each other's first kiss. I loved you at sixteen. And I’m standing before you aged eighteen years old, and I love you.”

And this, you knew for sure: Peter Parker would always be part of you. He would always be yours.

#tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker #the amazing spiderman x reader #the amazing spiderman x you #the amazing spiderman fluff #the amazing spiderman #peach writes

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dreamgirledward · 3 years ago

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hey! if you're looking for a sign NOT to watch the rings of power, this can be it if you want 🥰 film-lover's psa incoming:

(this was originally a drop-down message on my the beauty of: lotr amv, which i deleted and copied here instead!)

lotr was created out of earnest love for the source material and the magic of filmmaking. the films took a total of 8 years to produce, including pick-up shots. they shot all three films continuously, well over a year, because peter jackson knew exactly what his vision would entail. the fellowship cast got matching tattoos after the experience because of how bonded they were by the end of production (john rhys-davies was the only one not to get one bc he said his stunt double, who does have a matching tattoo, did most of the hard work for him! ha!). the films put new zealand on the map and jackson opened the door for kiwi filmmakers of his generation and beyond in a way the world had never seen before. fun fact! the films also employed a huge number of Māori actors and you can actually hear and watch them doing the haka during specific battle scenes.

lotr is the perfect marriage of both 20th and 21st century filmmaking, expertly utilizing award winning practical and special effects mixed with cgi to create something wholly unique and almost timeless. compared to the two towers and return of the king being colour graded digitally, fellowship was still physically graded via colour timing (colourizing film in a lab, traditionally how all colour films were developed before the digital age), a prime example of just how new digital colour grading was in the industry. gollum was also a big first for the film industry: andy serkis shot his scenes in a motion capture suit (opposite elijah wood and sean astin), and the level of work weta digital put in to bring gollum to life resulting in such a sheer level realism was unprecedented. gollum still stands the test of time today and has aged incredibly well. the ai software, massive, was also developed for the first time for lotr to create large crowds and armies via visual effects, and changed the visual effects and 3d animation game forever. every single (computer generated) battle and crowd sequence you see in film & tv today is thanks to this software and lotr. the first time it was used was for the battle at helm's deep sequence during the two towers - and even then, that scene took over 100 days to film! the lord of the rings trilogy has been nominated 30 times and won 17 academy awards, honouring their revolutionary work in cinematography, score, visual effects, sound and picture editing, costume design, adapted screenplay, and more, and the return of the king was the first fantasy film ever to win best picture. the return of the king also accumulated eleven (!!) oscar wins, a record tied with titanic and ben-hur. aside from academy awards, the films, crew and cast have been nominated and awarded by countless guilds, boards and various awards ceremonies alike.

the rings of power however is a soulless cash grab that actively shits on tolkien's work, which is only loosely based on the novels at best. there are countless tolkien experts that can explain this much better than me, if you're interested in learning more i highly recommend reading up on it. the portrayal of galadriel alone is so severely out of character (just from the trailers!), i would argue these characters we know and love from the lotr books and films may as well be from an alternate reality of middle-earth. peter jackson and fran walsh are not affiliated with the rings of power. much like the house of the dragon, this is yet another attempt at attracting streams through the promise of nostalgia-bait, and it's riding the success of what came before it. and no, this is not because im a racist, woman-hating, anti-progressive, and elitist tolkienist, and the people who say this are performative and dont actually understand the underlying issue. the rings of power was funded because of jeff bezos personally involving himself in negotiations, and the series was created because he wanted it to be after obtaining the rights to develop a tv show. showrunners will label people like me criticizing and asking people not to support the series as anti-progressive until the cows come home because it makes them look good. if you still care about boycotting amazon, boycott this show. it's directly tied to bezos and his rotten money. if you must watch it purely for entertainment, fine, but this is a gentle reminder that pirating is easy and free <3

#this was a reply to my own post but linds pointed out most people would overlook a 'read more' so ty linds <3 #anyway copy + pasting my tags here:#guess i cant shut up about lotr! :)#please dont watch the rings of power for the love of GOD #before anyone comes for me about the show also being filmed in nz well guess what :) they're filming the next season in london :)#which means it will be shot almost entirely on blue/green screen #so do with that what you will !#lotr #lord of the rings #lotr trilogy #the lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #the rings of power #amazon #jeff bezos #sammy.txt

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sebsgirl71479 · 2 years ago

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Shoot your Shot

Sebastian Stan x Curvy Actress Reader

A/N: My own mood board and watching the Emmys a few weeks ago gave me the inspiration to write this. Also, you're not a dramatic actress like Sebastian you are funny as hell but lack the confidence when it comes to your love life. Another inspiration for this is lizzos absolute bad assness and confidence. Its a tad rushed but I just had to get this out there before my brain malfunctions. After this one is posted I'm working on a Day of the Dead with Bucky.

Y/N POV

“I just want to thank everyone for this wonderful award. The fans of the show, the cast and crew. Oh my gosh this is crazy! And now I'm about to do something so out of my element. Sebastian Stan, you beautiful specimen of a man, oh my god……….”

You're probably wondering how I got here? Well let's see where I should start. How about 12 years ago. I was an up and coming actress and a huge marvel comics fan since childhood. When they released Capitan America: The First Avenger I fell completely in love with Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes. From then on I kept following his career before and after the first avenger. After struggling getting acting jobs I finally got a role in Ted Lasso. I proved myself as a comedic actress and here I am at the Emmy Awards with a nomination for best supporting actress in a comedy show.

The day of the show I'm a bit of a nervous wreck, not because I'm nominated but because of who I know will be there, Sebastian Stan. Man did he have one of the best years of his career. The 355, Fresh which was just a masterpiece for modern horror and Pam & Tommy. He immersed himself into Tommy and he got a well deserved nomination. The whole time I'm getting ready I'm trying to psych myself up for what I will do if I do get the award. My team is looking at me like I'm crazy but they don't have to know why I'm constantly talking to myself.

Once hair and makeup are out of my hotel room I take a look at myself in the full length mirror. Being a curvy girl there aren't many dresses that make me feel good about myself, but this dress i found really has set the bar. A beautiful deep blue dress with a see thru lace top and satin from the waist down with a high slit on my right leg. It was the most beautiful dress I have ever worn.

When I get the red carpet it is just a madhouse. Cameras everywhere, fans in the distance it's almost overwhelming. But I push my nerves to the back of my head and wait for my turn to head down the carpet…..Ok Y/N you can do this girl.

Sebastian’s POV

I have no idea what is going on, but the one woman I have had my eye on for the past year is getting her well deserved award and she just called me out. What is happening?????

When I got nominated for Pam & Tommy I was very humbled about it. Then I saw the other actors that were nominated for various other shows and that's when I saw it. Y/N- Y/L/N. I thought to myself, I hope I get to meet her and tell how wonderful she is. But I was too shy to really tell her how I really felt about her. How beautiful she was and how I wanted to ask her out. He loved everything about her, especially her curves.

The day of the awards show came and I was really excited, deciding to take my manager of almost 20 years as my date. They were on their way. When I got to the red carpet I could feel the energy around me, and immediately was looking for Y/N. I was hoping she was already there but no such luck yet. While I was walking down the line getting my picture taken I heard the cheering of the crowd and looked to my left and there she was.

“Oh my god. She looks absolutely gorgeous” he said under his breath. I was practically speechless, I couldn't hear the photographers shouting for me to take a picture. Finally my manager nudged me to start moving down the line. We got inside and were surprised to see tables like at the golden globes, with champagne and little appetizers. I sat with Lilly, and Seth from Pam & Tommy and as soon as I sat I decided to shoot down a glass of champagne to calm my nerves. My category was up first. I was a little disappointed I didn't get it but I was happy for michael keaton. During the show I kept looking around for Y/N and I finally spotted her just before her category was announced. I watched her the entire time, then they were announcing her award. “Holy shit she won” I stood up and clapped and cheered for her.

I was listening to her speech thanking the show and the fans then all of a sudden I heard my name. I have no idea what is happening but I'm looking right at her………….

Double POV

The crowd is going absolutely nuts, I mean Lizzo is giving the double thumbs up. That's all the courage I needed.

“Sebastian, will you go on a date with me?!”

I was almost in shock, I got a pat on the back from Oscar and then I got up from my chair and jumped on stage to get to her. I couldn't believe it, she was asking me out on national television. I had to make a bold statement as soon as I got to her. I walked up to her and she had the biggest smile on her face, just breathtaking. I got up to the microphone and just kept my eyes on her.

“YES! I will go on a date with you!”

The audience went berserk cheering and clapping. I tuned all of them out when I looked into her eyes, then down to her lips, and almost like she could read my mind she gave a little nod yes and I kissed her. It wasn't rushed, just soft and sweet. I didn't want to give her tongue on live tv. We parted and we just looked at each other, finally we were asked to exit the stage and I followed her backstage. Once we found a quiet area we just started laughing.

“What do we do now?” Sebastian had asked her. As if on cue both of your managers came around the corner, both of them handing you your phones with big smiles on their faces. You both gave each other your phones and put your numbers in them. Just as you were about to be taken away to do a small press conference Sebastian spoke up again. “I don't know which after party you're going to but would you like to join me at the one I'm invited to?” “I would love to, if it's ok with your manager, I know she came as your plus one?” I turn to her and she gives me a reassuring smile and nods her head yes.

“Ok then, would you like to share my car and driver to get to the party?” she adds. “You can meet me at the back right after the show ends.” Sebastian nods a yes and all of a sudden a PA comes over and whisks you away to speak to the press.

You and Sebastian head to the Disney after party and the press is having a field day when you show up hand in hand, It's almost blinding. You both head in and just dance the night away, and a few drinks as well. You end up being introduced to lilly james and seth rogen, Sebastians co stars on Pam & Tommy. Lilly is absolutely beautiful in person and very sweet. Seth is a riot to talk to.

During a slow song, Sebastian is holding you tight and swaying back and forth looking each other in the eyes. You two are like magnets that can't be torn apart. He leans in and meet him halfway, this time the kiss is more passionate like you’re committing this to memory. He kisses you like he wanted to the first time, you grant his tongue entrance and it’s all over for you. He squeezes your waist and you let out a tiny moan. Your arms snake up his shoulders to hold on to his hair and tug just a little bit. He gives a growl that could rival a lion. You finally part when your brain registers the need to breathe. You both lean on each other's foreheads with huge smiles on your faces.

“I still can't believe you asked me out on national television.”

“ I know, I told myself when I got nominated that if I win, this would be my only chance to get your attention.”

“Well you definitely got my attention. Can I tell you something? I've kind of had a little crush on you and was trying to figure out how to talk to you and ask you out.”

You giggle and hug him tighter. “ I guess we had the same idea tonight.”

You and Sebastian end up staying another hour at the party, but don't want to part. “Do you maybe want to come up to my hotel room? I don't want the night to end. We don't have to do anything, I just want to spend the rest of the night with you and talk and get to know each other.”

“ I would really like that. Would it be ok if we swing by my room so I can change into something more comfortable? As much as I love this dress, but it's not for staying in all night.”

“Yeah that would be ok.”

Sebastian leads you out of the party and to your car. You tell the driver to take you to your hotel first. “The Chateau Marmont please.”

“Hold on, that's where I'm staying as well.”

Smiling at each other, the driver takes off and heads to your hotel.

You both get back to his room after changing and just spend the rest of the night talking, ordering room service and just getting to know each other on a deeper level. Of course every once in a while you have a few heavy makeout sessions. Around 5:30am the night starts to turn to dawn and you are both lying on his bed just staring at each other, Sebastian wraps his arm over you to bring you closer to him and you nuzzle your face in his neck. It doesn't take long for both of you to fall asleep in each other's arms.

“This was probably one of the best nights of my life y/n, and it's all because of you.”

“I’ll have to agree with you on that seb.” After a chaste kiss on the lips you fall to sleep.

Remember, no matter how nervous you get, sometimes shooting your shot works out for both people. Even when you don't even know it.

Shoot your Shot the Sequel --- >

@buckyalpine @altagraye @christycurlswrites

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #tz

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years ago

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where you left me | rockstar!bucky

pairing: rockstar!bucky x popstar!reader

summary: bucky sees someone he hasn’t seen in a while.

warnings: enemies to lovers, sexual themes, toxic behaviour, swearing

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i’m still at the restaurant, when I was still the one you want. cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right ...

Award shows were always chaotic. No matter how exclusive they appeared to be or the organisation said they were, everyone would somehow appear. They were journalists, family of journalists, gossip columnists, guests of the celebrities, celebrities both A, B and C list all pilled in the fakest display of achievement ever. He could almost bet money on who would win and make enough to buy a new drum set. Yet again, what’s new once you’ve been in the industry for 10 years? Nothing’s new, everything is rebranded and repackaged with a different glittery label.

He did like to come anyway, it was almost his favourite playground. If one was looking for gullible girls or for a random one night stand, this was the best place to do it. Besides, it becomes painfully easy when you’re the drummer of one of the most famous rock bands currently on the market. It was almost too easy to get what he wanted, easy enough to bore him. It didn’t hurt as well to see the girls he’d slept with giving him smirks and little waves followed by high pitch giggles when they winked at him. It was living the life of a rock god and he’d been too deep into it to consider if he regretted it or.

Part of him didn’t. He got to do whatever he wanted, there was no more pleasing the label and keeping appearances. He was free to do whatever he wanted with who he wanted; so who cared about his sorry soul? He didn’t. He knew everyone and everyone knew him.

- What about you, Bucky? - the voice of the interviewer had him off his head, his inspecting eye focused on the short woman interviewing the band. - Do you think you guys are gonna win tonight?

- Isn’t seeing you tonight a win already?

The woman whose name he hadn’t memorised blushed, looking to the side before making an off side comment and thanking them for their time. Their assistant hushed them further along the line of reporters and gossip columnists, his mind somewhere and everywhere else at the same time, thinking of the after party or who he would be trying to woe after all this.

- How are you tonight, Y/N? You look beautiful. - that name had his mind right back to him. He remembered that name, that name was tattooed on his mind just like the sketches in his body.

- Oh, thank you but I mean ... look at you, I love your dress. - and that name came attached with a voice, that same voice which played like a haunted melody

He turned his head to the left and there she was, like the ghost of memories he preferred not to dwell on. Seeing her again was like being of ecstasy and drunk at the same time, it was enough of a rush to dilate his pupils and enough of a distraction to have him stare at her like a work of art. She did look like one, in a long grey dress with jewel adorned sleeves and a face that shined brighter than all the flashing cameras. It did feel like the room dimmed, as if there was a spotlight pointing at her and everything around her was a careless blur. Everything was so slow from how muscles moved for her to smile, scrunching her nose like it always did, or the movement of her head to almost lean on her own shoulder as she heard the reporter.

There was no sound and if there was sound, he couldn’t hear it. It was bewitching and in a high, almost like his blood run faster and it appeared to only rush as she turned her head to the right, her eyes definitely meeting his for what felt like a split second and then that slowness quickened. As quick as he had seen her, she was being escorted away by her publicist and assistant but his eyes remained on her.

As for her, she’d seen him but passed him as if she didn’t know him. She didn’t, for all she knew, the person she had known was no longer the same so she didn’t know him. She continued with what she was expected to do, talking about her last album before she was ultimately led to her dressing room, expected to get off the dress and into another one for a small performance. She gripped the table as she sat down, eyes almost glossy and void as a team of makeup artists and hairstylists got to work on her.

- Are you alright, honey? - her publicist put her hand on her shoulder, reassuring her with a smile like she always did. - You’re not nervous are you?

- Just like any performance, isn’t it?

He didn’t know she had become this big, they didn’t frequent the same circles and were completely different artists. She’d definitely appeared to have remained the same, even her voice sounded the same and watching her from the wings of the stage, his drumsticks in his hand as he waited to go next was nostalgic enough for it to be magnetising enough. She’d always been a good singer, an even better piano player. Made a good mix and the crowd appeared to think so, drowning the room with thunderous applause and yells. She once again was rushed off stage, passing by him as if he was no one, as if he himself was a ghost.

- Y/N! - he called out to her.

She turned her head around towards the source of the voice, staring at him before turning back and returning back to what she was doing, surrounded by her a massive team. He smirked to himself, going up to meet up with the rest of the band. The night was still young and long it continued as it went into the early hours of the morning, but she was nowhere to be found.

Y/N was home, wrapped in a blanket with a glass of red wine while Dirty Dancing played in the background. She did know the day would come when they’d cross paths. Hollywood was a small world after all. She just expected he would’ve have the decency to ignore her, after all, he’d done that so well for the past 8 years. However it was, she had no time to dwell on this, to dwell on what had happened. She had to be back to the studio by the early morning and by the early morning there she was. She was hanging by a thread, sleep filled eyes as she went through some re-recordings.

- Mike, how did that go? - she asked but got no reply from her producer. She took off her headphones, looking around before calling him again. - Mike?

Maybe the intercom was broken, it wouldn’t be the first time after all. She hung her headphones in the hook by the melody stand, pulling onto the sleeves of her cardigan as she left the cardigan boot.

- What are you doing here? And where is my producer?

- Mike owes me a favour. - Bucky leaned against the producer’s control panel. - How are you, princess? Haven’t seen you in a while and you don’t even say hi?

- Did I hurt your feelings? - she rolled her eyes. - James, I have work to do and I would love if you brought my producer back, please.

- Why so aggressive? - he walked up to her, towering over her short frame with a smug look. - I remember you enjoyed bouncing on my dick.

- SECURITY!

- That’s just mean, princess. - he chuckled. - I’ll see myself out then.

- Goodbye.

- I’ll see you soon, princess.

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stay-curious · 3 years ago

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Right Where You Left Me | Chapter 1

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader | Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Singer!Reader

Summary: Your debut single puts you in the spotlight and one night you meet a redhead who will turn your world around. How will both of your jobs affect your relationship?

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, AU

A/N: For the purpose of this fic, please imagine every song title as written by the character. English is not my first language so there might be some errors.

Also, this is my first fic so any kind of feedback is appreciated <3

You’ve just scored your first music contract with a LA record label for an EP. Unfortunately, that means leaving what you consider your second home, Boston, where you went to college. The first place occupied by where you grew up and spent most of your life, Barcelona. It’s not the first time you’ve left everything behind to start again. Thus, it is no surprise that you do not really fear new beginnings. Quite the opposite, you’re driven and hard-working, so you will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals.

You made your career debut with a single named ‘Happier than Ever’ that reaches the top 3 on the charts. Your name starts going around and soon a 23-year-old woman fresh out of college becomes a promising singer. A month after you’ve settled in LA, you start a relationship with Ryder, a freelance artist who enjoys partying a bit too much. In the beginning, everything was fun and games but soon after, Ryder’s jealous and possessive side came to the surface and arguments turned into fights that ended with you having to pick her up completely wasted from one too many bars. On the bright side, you managed to get out of the relationship that got too toxic too fast and that was the inspiration behind your first EP.

Four months later, Y/N finds herself trying to calm her nerves before meeting Jimmy Fallon. But first, well-renowned actress Natasha Romanoff had to finish her interview with the host. Natasha Romanoff is a 27-year-old actress who made a name for herself in the industry owning to her wide range and innate talent. Born and raised in Ohio, she left her hometown to pursue her dream job. She’d stepped into a world where only her dedication and standing up for herself got her where she is nowadays. Her success has made her the most demanded actress of the year. Nevertheless, she hasn't managed to bring home any awards yet.

Once it’s her turn, Y/N makes her way to the mic and gets ready to perform her second single ‘Healing’. It’s her first time performing on a show and her biggest concern is living up to the expectations her first song created. Disappointing her fans was not in her plans. What’s unknown to her is that Natasha is attentively watching. She’s taken aback by her raspy voice accompanying the melody. Not only that but also her talent and apparent beauty. A mesmerizing sight that surely would not leave her mind for days.

When the show has ended, Natasha patiently waits for you in the dressing room, which to you is a surprise. Your eyes meet her face, a warm smile forming. Her green orbs captivate your attention. For a moment everything around you stops as they are the only thing you can focus on. You take her in, a black dress hugging her figure, gold earrings and an insane amount of piercings adorning her face. The redhead extends her hand and you shake it, your eyes never leaving hers. You wonder if she felt that pull, that instant attraction towards her too. You finally let go of her hand as a shy murmur leaves your mouth.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/LN, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m Natasha Romanoff.”

You turn your head at the sound of your ringtone and make your way toward it giving Natasha an apologetic look. Your mother’s contact lights up the screen and you pick up without hesitation. Natasha steps out to give you some privacy. Soon after you’re saying goodbye before ending the call.

“Sorry. It was my mom, I had to take it.”

“No worries. I came to say that you were amazing out there,” Her words make a blush appear on your cheeks and you try to hide it.

“Well thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“And also, we were going to grab dinner and have some drinks so I was wondering if you want to join us.” You hesitate before answering. “If you want, of course, you don’t have to.”

“No, I mean, yes I would love to,” - You mentally curse yourself at the lack of composure. “When are we leaving?”

“Great. We leave in 15 min.”

“Cool. Well, I need to get my stuff and I'll meet you out.”

You watch as Natasha leaves without closing the dressing room door. Once you’ve collected your belongings you head over to where the actress and the rest of the crew are. You meet them with a smile and a wave.

“So where are we going?”

“There’s a nice place called “Hurley’s” a couple of streets over. The food there is quite appetizing and if there's something they know is how to make the cocktails,” Jimmy answered enthusiastically.

“Let’s get going!” Added Natasha.

The group started strolling towards the bar while discussing different ideas about today’s program, the upcoming sketches, and interviews. Natasha joins some of the conversations but you manage only a nod here and there, keeping your interest but feeling a bit out of place. You enjoy the fresh air that hits your face and the laughter coming from the crew. In less than 10 minutes you arrive at the place and enter. You take a quick look around, the dimly lit restaurant draws your attention to the center of the room, where the bar is placed. There are a few tables to the right and some booths and sofas in a more secluded area to the left. The waiter guides you to a round table in the far right corner and you take a seat hoping to end up near the green-eyed girl. Unfortunately, she takes the last available seat, too far away for your taste.

After everyone is done placing their orders, the conversation shifts to getting to know each other better. Soon, the food arrives, and god was Jimmy right, it tastes amazing. Time goes incredibly fast and you find yourself sitting on a stool at the bar ordering (Y/F/D). You were not very fond of sweet drinks so you stuck to your usual. You take a quick glance at your watch, noticing that it was only 11 PM so you decided to stay a bit longer. You feel someone taking a seat on the stool next to yours then you turn your head realizing it’s Natasha.

“I feel like we have not talked much at dinner.”

“Do I sense a bit of disappointment in your tone?” you said teasingly.

“Ha Ha. Very funny, but yes. I wanted to spend more time with you," she said, her voice a tone lower.

“You’re going to make me blush, really.”

“What if that’s what I want,” She said as she leaned closer

“I’m sure you will get what you want,” You try to sound as sure as possible but fail completely under her stare. “So, what will you be drinking?”

“I’ll have a Cosmopolitan.”

“A vodka girl. What else should I know about you?”

“I live in LA but at the moment I’m doing a press tour for my new movie,” you hum taking a sip from your glass.

“Small world, isn’t it? I too live in LA, North Hills to be more exact but I moved 8 months ago here from Barcelona as you might have noticed because of the accent. ”

“Yeah, the accent kinda gave it away.” A small chuckle left her lips.

“Are you coming back to LA or do you have to do more press?”

“Actually, today was the last day. My flight leaves in 2 days.” Romanoff answers as she takes the last sip of her drink. “What about you?”

“I leave tomorrow, around 8 AM,” you motion to the bartender to get us two more drinks while you get your credit card to pay. The redhead notices and puts her hand on your wrist to stop you. “I can pay mine. You don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to tho. You can pay for the next round,” you wink at her and her hand falls to her thigh, sighing in defeat.

After that, the conversation flows smoothly. Natasha seems to become more touchy although you don’t know if it’s because of the two drinks she’s already finished or if she feels more comfortable with you. At some point, her hand falls into your thigh and she gets closer, not sure if there is more space between you. You can’t seem to get enough of her, her voice, the way she throws her head back when she laughs, or the way she rests her chin on her hand when she listens attentively. You take another glance at your watch and realize it’s already 2 AM. How can time go by so fast? Most of the crew has already left but there are a few standing and it doesn’t look like they are going to turn in soon. You rest your hand on top of Natasha’s to catch her attention.

“I should head back to the hotel and get some sleep before the flight,” you say not wanting to leave.

There’s a long pause before she speaks. “Will I see you again?” She asks, a hint of hope in her words.

A long sigh leaves your lips and your eyes meet hers. “I really hope so. I had a great time tonight.” She suddenly takes out her phone and hands it to you.

“Type in your number so I can invite you for the next round in LA.” You can’t help but chuckle at her response and you do as told. Then, you stand from the stool waiting for her next move. She gets the hint and does the same. It’s then that you acknowledge how close you’ve got over the night. You can feel her breath against your face, the slight smell of vodka filling your nose. “Are you taking an Uber to the hotel?”

“Yeah, it’ll be here in 10 min” You offer her your hand and motion to the door with your head. She gladly takes it. You exit the bar and you lean on the wall outside while she slides down a bit. A breeze passes by and you notice Natasha shaking. You put your arm around her shoulder and pull her closer. She looks up, her eyes flicker back and forth from your lips to your eyes. “God I really want to kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” As soon as you reply she gently presses her lips to yours. A faint taste of cranberry invades your mouth. Never had you ever tasted such soft lips before. Your free hand reaches for her hip and you bring her closer. Natasha puts her right hand on your cheek and deepens the kiss. You pour all your energy into the kiss and only pull away when you both need to catch your breaths. You put your foreheads together and a chuckle of disbelief leaves your chest. Your phone dings with the notification that the driver is here. You give the redhead a last peck and make your way to the car.

“See you soon (Y/N).” She says right before you get into the car and you give her a smile.

Right before you fall asleep, your phone lights up. A text from an unknown number displayed on the screen

sweet dreams (Y/N)- Nat

A small smile forms on your face and you quickly send her a reply before finally drifting to sleep.

night vodka girl ;)

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #rwylm #au #rwylm fic #rwylm series

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A/N: I don’t know, I just liked this gif haha. I know we’re all pumped for JAW winning his first Golden Globe! This is lightly inspired after I got an ask for Carmy winning an award. This doesn’t have smut, but it is VERY fluffy! Also, no giveaways at gender of baby Berzatto if anyone has guesses :)

That being said, I am taking requests for this series again!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 29: Beard

“My love are you almost ready?” Vanessa called, putting in her diamond earrings as a finishing touch. She turned in the mirror to take in the final look. Though Carmen was insisting it wasn’t as big of a deal as she was making it out to be, Vanessa knew how big of a deal the James Beard Awards were.

Carmen was nominated for Best Chef: Great Lakes and if he won tonight, he’d be one of the few in history to win Best Emerging Chef and a Best Chef designation.

It was also a great reason to take a trip, with the awards taking place in New York – one of Vanessa’s favorite cities. Carmen had less fond memories of the Big Apple, but he was grateful Vanessa was here with him. Honestly, he’d much rather skip the event all together.

Vanessa sprung for a hair and makeup team to help put her together. After all, at six months pregnant, sometimes doing her hair took too much energy. Old Hollywood waves with kohl-lined eyes and red lips to top it all off would definitely be too much to do on her own. Just getting into her red velvet dress was effort enough. It was fitted across the middle to show off her baby bump with a sweetheart neckline, which Carmen appreciated as each passing months it felt like her breasts grew bigger and bigger.

“I need help with this thing,” she could hear him murmur as he walked back toward the bathroom suite.

“Carmen you look so handsome,” she smiled, clicking toward him in her heels that put her about two inches taller than him. Carmen looked up from the mangled bowtie around his neck and gave his wife the same look as when she walked down the aisle.

“Ness, you – you’re stunning,” he complimented. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of. As she stepped in his personal space to properly tie his bowtie, his hand slid naturally over her form, one landing on her waist the other on her baby bump.

“It might be silly of me to ask, but there is food at this thing, right?” She tilted her head.

“There’s not dinner,” Carmen shook his head. “There’ll be hors d’oeuvres but there ceremony itself is only an hour long. We can order some food up when we get back,” he assured.

“Good, we’re starving,” Vanessa said, sliding his bowtie into place. “God you look good in a tux,” she complimented, making him grin.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he said earnestly, leaning forward to peck her lips just lightly enough that it wouldn’t muss her red lips.

“I love when you get to wear your real ring,” she said, holding his hand and running a finger across his gold wedding band, which was usually replaced by his silicone work bands. “Like it actually is making me a little horny,” she added, but then again, pretty much everything did in her second trimester.

“Really?” Carmen asked, brows pushing up his forehead.

“Come on, don’t let me tempt you – you have an award to win,” she said, “and our car should be here any moment.”

Carmen dutifully lead his wife, grabbing the car door and holding her hand as they pulled up to the historic theater the ceremony was being held inside.

“How do I look?” Vanessa asked, standing at the end of the red carpet.

“Incredible,” Carmen replied. “Ready?” He asked as the coordinator ushered them in front of the step and repeat. It wasn’t a crazy paparazzi-filled stretch, but there were a handful of photographers there.

Vanessa stayed close to Carmen who proudly placed his left hand on her baby bump.

“This is way more fun than walking at graduation,” Vanessa said, looking at her husband who smirked with a small laugh. She decided in that moment she’d buy each and every photo taken of them that night.

It was fun for Carmen to catch up and see some familiar faces from his days living in New York, at least, the ones he enjoyed seeing.

He knew he wasn’t going to win Best Chef tonight anyway, so he just wanted to make sure that Vanessa enjoyed the evening and there was nothing more she loved than meeting new people.

“When are you due?” Miles Regent, a chair member of the foundation who awarded Carmen his first James Beard medal six years ago asked.

“Valentine’s Day,” Carmen replied proudly.

“Congratulations, Carmen, seems like you’ve got it all,” Miles, an older man with a perfectly groomed beard winked.

“I do,” Carmen countered, smiling as he remembered his fortune.

“Baby, do you know where we’re sitting?” Vanessa asked as the lights in the theater dimmed as a warning.

“Uh yeah, they put the nominees in a specific spot,” he said, looking around for the signage.

“I can’t wait to take these shoes off,” Vanessa said as she walked alongside her husband, who found their table and pulled out her chair.

“Want me to get you a bite to eat quick?” He offered, to which she nodded with complete adoration in her eyes. Carmen darted off toward the refreshments as music began to play, and by the time he came back with a small plate of pregnancy-friendly treats, Vanessa had already made friends with everyone else at their table.

Carmen took the time used by the presenters to talk about the Foundation and history of the awards to study Vanessa’s hand that he kept in his lap. He admired her wedding ring, her freshly manicured nails and the little veins that ran from her palm up her arm. He also was glad to take a bite of any of the hors d’oeuvres she couldn’t finish for one reason or another. He thought the food was actually pretty spectacular and made a note to as Miles who catered the event. How do you pick a caterer for a room full of the best chefs in America?

Then, the awards began. Best Emerging Chef, Outstanding Chef, Outstanding Restaurant... and on and on. Vanessa was making a mental list of all the places she wanted to visit after baby arrived.

Before they knew it, they were calling the category Carmen was nominated in was being presented. His division included chefs from Illinois, Indiana, Michigan and Ohio.

“The 2024 Best Chef: Great Lakes is Carmen Berzatto,” the presenter read off the card. Vanessa’s head whipped around to face her husband who looked equally as stunned. He impulsively stood up, his legs acting on their own accord and Vanessa followed, giving him a big hug and a soft kiss to his cheek – both of them a little shocked.

“Get up there!” She giggled, eyes wide. He nodded, still in complete surprise. The presenter elaborated as he found his bearing.

Carmen Berzatto is only the second chef to be named both Best Emerging Chef and Best Chef in the history of the foundation.

Carmen made his way to the stage, standing at the podium as the medal was slipped around his neck. Now, he had to say something.

“Wow, not to sound cliché but I really was no expecting this,” his fingers grazed the medal which sat not too far below his collarbone. “Of course I would not be up where without the work of my amazing team at The Bear, it’s entirely a group effort,” he began. “When we changed my family’s restaurant over from what we’d been doing for fifty years to something entirely new, I don’t think in our wildest dreams we’d reach something like this,” he said honestly, “we mostly just needed to stay in business,” he added, earning a laugh from the crowd. Vanessa’s eyes flooded with tears. She was so proud of her husband she was sure she could take flight.

“This is entirely impossible without my beautiful wife who is patient, understanding, encouraging and supports me endlessly, no matter what,” he said, barely finding Vanessa’s gaze from under the stage lights. “I think anyone here can understand what it’s like in this industry and the demands it makes on us, but also our families, and she’s my partner in everything I do – there is no me without her.” Vanessa let out a wet laugh. “Thank you,” he said simply before being applauded off the stage.

As the next presenter took the stage for the final award of the night, Carmen appeared from beside the table, hastily taking his seat with his medal still around his neck. The moment he was settled in his seat, Vanessa pounced with a big, firm kiss.

“Carmen,” she said with wide eyes. “What just happened?” she whispered aggressively, a wild smile on her face.

“I have no idea,” Carmen whispered back, their hands clasped together. Thankfully, there was only one more award for the night and soon the ceremony came to a close. However, everyone wanted a piece of Carmen as the scheduled agenda wrapped up.

He did his best to accommodate those who approached him, shaking lots of hands and forgetting many names, but being as gracious as possible nonetheless. Soon, however, he could tell Vanessa was powering through and he wanted to get her back to the hotel.

Carmen, from across the room, encountered a familiar face. Not a friendly face, but familiar nonetheless. His former director who lived and died to make Carmen’s life fucking miserable.

He gave Carmen a smile, which was not returned. And as soon as Carmen made eye contact, he broke it again, ushering his wife out of the front door to where a car was already waiting to take them back to their hotel.

Vanessa let out a scream of excitement as soon as the car door closed behind Carmen.

“You did it!” She laughed, “Carmen! Congratulations!” She squeezed his hands in hers. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I can’t believe it,” he laughed, thoughts of his former director already banished from his mind.

“I can!” Vanessa insisted, scooting closer to him as the car pulled away from the theater. “I’m so happy for you, you earned this,” she said, kissing him again.

They bribed their driver to stop by a by-the-slice pizza spot where Carmen loaded up a box with all kinds of options and a fistful of cannoli.

“I don’t think it gets any better than this,” Vanessa smiled, laying back on their plush hotel bed in her plush hotel robe, double-fisting two pieces of pizza beside Carmen.

“I think it will get a little better,” Carmen reminded, sliding his hand over her belly.

“Okay, fair,” she giggled, making him smile. They shared a comfortable silence as they ate their pizza.

“Last time I won a James Beard,” Carmen spoke up. “I was so fucking miserable,” he said quietly, tearing off a piece of crust. “I was leaving Madison Park – not sleeping, living off of Xanax, cigarettes and kitchen scraps,” he listed off, Vanessa listening intently, slowly shifting to lay on her side and face him fully. “I hated waking up, hated going to work, hated leaving work, hated going to bed,” he tallied, “and I was sure that was as good as it was ever going to get. I was being rewarded for living the most miserable life.”

Vanessa reached over, resting her hand on his bicep.

“I guess I didn’t think I could do this while also being happy,” he said sincerely. “I meant what I said, Ness,” he scooted a little closer, turning so they were nestled closely, sharing a pillow. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been – sometimes I forget how hard shit was before you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Vanessa smiled softly.

“You’re a star, Carmen,” she replied gently. “I feel fortunate just to be in your galaxy,” she pecked his lips. “We love you so much,” she added, gently grasping his hand and setting it on the bump.

“You make all my dreams come true,” he said, thumb rubbing back and forth over her little belly.

“Do you know what would be a dream come true for me?” She asked, taking advantage of her captive audience. “If I can have that last cannoli.” Carmen laughed, loudly and carefree before acquiescing to his wife’s demand.

“Anything for you, Ness.”

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