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adrienneleclerc · 8 months ago

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OBSESSED

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Y/N has been dating Henry Cavill for a few weeks and everything was going fine with their relationship until she found out that his ex is Ana de Armas.

Warning: I think this turned out a little more comical than I wanted to but it was fun to write.

A/N: Obviously his dating history is made up, this is inspired by Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo (I definitely prefer GUTS over SOUR, its more my vibe, not a stan though) ANYWAY, as a plus sized Latina who struggles with her body image and has tons of insecurities, i will be projecting. Let me know if you want more plus sized Y/Ns in the future

When Y/N was younger, she always had the dream of walking the red carpet like Salma Hayek. Though she wasn’t a singer or an actress, she couldn’t believe her dream is coming true as she walks alongside Henry Cavill, her super handsome actor boyfriend. They met on the set of the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare, Y/N was the guest of Eiza Gonzalez, Henry confused her as one of the wardrobe designers, Y/N explained who she was, and they hit it off. They were invited to the premiere of an action movie. She had on a smoky blue dress with a slit up to the middle of her left thigh and a corset bodice, absolutely beautiful. Henry and Y/N were posing for photos and Henry leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You look ravishing, darling.” Henry whispered and kissed her temple when he pulled away. After a few more pictures, they entered the area, Henry began to talk to some people he knew and that’s when Y/N bumped into someone.

“Ay que boba soy, im so sorry.” Y/N told the Woman she bumped into but couldn’t see her face.

“No se preocupe, está bien.” The woman said, she turned to face Y/N and Y/N was in shock.

“No way, Ana de Armas de verdad lo siento mucho, no me estaba fijando.” Y/N said,

“Toda está bien, de verdad, me encanta su vestido.” Ana said, gesturing to Y/N’s dress. The twos were talking until…

“Ready to go in, love?” Henry said, putting his arm around Y/N. “Ana, how are you?” Henry asked the Cuban woman.

“Henry, I didn’t know you came with someone, she’s stunning. It was nice seeing you again, guapo, un placer conocerla, querida.” Ana said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek as she went inside. Henry and Y/N stayed back.

“How do you two know each other? I don’t think you guys made a movie together, right?” Y/N asked, curious how the British man knew the Cuban actress.

“Well, love, um, Ana and I dated…for a while.” Henry said. Y/N’s eyes widened.

“What?” Y/N questioned. So many questions were going through her head. Why did they break up? Was it jealousy? Is that why Henry chose her to date? He wouldn’t get jealous dating Y/N because no one else would want to date the fat girl? Henry’s voice pulled her away from her thoughts.

“Let’s go in and watch the movie, yeah?” Henry asked, leading Y/N in the theater to watch the movie but Y/N couldn’t pay attention. She couldn’t help but compare herself to Ana de Armas, like Ana was basically perfect! Ana’s hair looks so healthy, her amber eyes were just beautiful, her skin was flawless, and then there’s her, her hair is frizzy no matter how she styles it (wavy hair problems), there’s nothing special about her eyes, and no amount of makeup or skincare would give her that airbrushed look. Why is Henry going out with Y/N? That is what she keeps asking herself.

When the movie was over, Henry and Y/N went back to his house to unwind.

“You staying the night, darling?” Henry asked, hanging up his coat.

“Yeah, Fortachón, I’m staying.” Y/N said, sitting on his couch. “I didn’t know you dated Ana.”

“Yeah, it was a long time ago.” Henry said.

“If you guys never had any movies together, how did you meet?” Y/N asked. She was curious about his past relationship.

“My love, I don’t think we should be talking about this.” Henry commented.

“Fine, I’ll drop it.” Y/N said.

“Good.” Henry said. “Now let’s get you out of this dress because I’m tempted to see what’s underneath.” Henry grinned.

And he did just that. However, when Henry was asleep, Y/N was wide awake, looking at Ana’s instagram. She is so perfect! Not too short, not too tall, Ana had an hourglass figure unlike herself. Did Ana slept in the same bed as Henry, same side as Y/N, she bet Ana had those sexy silk pajamas unlike her, opting for her Macy’s pajamas set. She googled Henry and Ana together and their size difference was PERFECT, Henry and Ana looked like Hercules and Meg, Y/N, however, saw herself as Merryweather from Sleeping Beauty.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Y/N mumbled, her hands covering her face. She decided to watch Overdrive, which is one of Ana de Armas’s movie and she was gorgeous, but Ana was definitely prettier in person. Y/N fell asleep watching one of her interviews on YouTube, turns out Ana and Henry are the same sign.

Henry woke up and found Y/N already awake, stalking Ana’s Instagram.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Henry asked,

“Nothing.” Y/N said, quickly exiting out of the app.

“That didn’t look like nothing, why are you looking at pictures of Ana?” Henry asked, sitting up in the bed.

“I’m just curious. How long have you two dated?” Y/N asked. Henry rolled his eyes.

“I thought you dropped it.” Henry said.

“And I’m picking it up again, how long have you two dated?” Y/N asked.

“4 years, I met her when I was filming ‘A man from UNCLE’ in Italy.” Henry told Y/N, knowing what her next question would be.

“Why did you two break up?” Y/N asked.

“I guess we just grew apart.” Henry commented and Y/N looked at him.

“Why did you grow apart?” Y/N asked.

“Oh my god, angel, leave it alone, please, I have never seen you act this way, you know I’ve had previous relationships, why is this one different?” Henry asked

“Because it’s Ana de Armas! You went from Ana de Armas to me, do you understand how mind boggling that is?” Y/N gets up from their bed. “She’s an 11 and I’m a 4, and that’s on a good day, Fortachón. I know you love me and clearly looks don’t matter to you,” Y/N said gesturing to herself. “But I can’t help but think about you and Ana. What about your other exes? Are they actresses too? Or are they models? Singers?“

“You think I don’t wonder about your exes too?” Henry gets up as well. “Of course I think about them! But I don’t obsess over them like your obsessing over Ana right.” Henry said.

“You wanna know why? Because you don’t know who they are! You never met them, I never really told you about them, so you could imagine them however you want! You are a public figure so your previous relationships are all on Google.” Y/N said and goes downstairs to the kitchen, Henry following quickly behind her.

“Y/N, i love YOU, i am with you, Ana and I haven’t talked in years, we only make small talk if we see each other at award shows or premieres. You are so beautiful and I love you because you make me feel safe, happy, and at home.” Henry said, looking at Y/N in her eyes.

“I love you too, Fortachón, but I still have some questions. Did she give great head? Like I know I’m not the best at it, I’ve been told before, but…” Y/N started but Henry kissed her, after a while he pulled away.

“You’re better…wait, who said you weren’t good?” Henry questioned.

“Not the point..” Y/N said but was interrupted by Henry.

“No no, you obsessed over Ana, now it my turn to talk about your ex, what did he do?” Henry asked with his arms folded in front of his chest.

“Mm, He’s a hockey player, his name is James Oleksiak.” Y/N said. She went to the fridge to look for what to make for breakfast. “How do you feel about pancakes?” Y/N asked. Henry googled him and his eyes widened.

“James Oleksiak? HE IS 6’7!” Henry exclaimed.

“Yeah, i was a hockey WAG, good times.” Y/N said. “If it makes you feel better, I dated Lewis Hamilton for a while too, he’s 5’9 so you’re good.”

“You’re doing this on purpose now.” Henry said, also looking up pictures of Lewis Hamilton. “Okay, now I know how you feel.”

“I guess we’re both obsessed with each other’s exes. Can we stop doing that? That was actually exhausting.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, as far as we know, we only date each other.” Henry said, kissing Y/N. “How big was James?”

“I am not answering that.” Y/N said, laughing at Henry’s question.

“Why not? I answered your question about Ana.” Henry tried to convince Y/N. “Wait, did James say you weren’t that good or was it Lewis?”

“I’m good, I just can’t deep throat.” Y/N said and Henry thought for a second.

“It was James, wasn’t it?” Henry asked.

“Oh my god, stop, help me make pancakes.” Y/N said

The end

Because of the poll results, I am trying to write more Henry Cavill x Reader, I’ll still write about Walter and Mike, just not as often. ALSO, Henry Cavill’s nickname going forward is “Fortachón”, I can’t BELIEVE I forgot that in Hercules, his nickname in the Spanish Latino dub is fortachón, and since I had the idea to make Henry dress up as Hercules in a fanfic @shellyshellshell wrote, Fortachón is PERFECT! I was going through a crisis trying to figure out a good nickname for Henry, like damn.

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#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction

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prideskullsfics · 1 year ago

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#get even #olivia x amber #amber x olivia #olivia hayes #amber stevens #wlw

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gghostwriter · 5 months ago

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Yours Truly, Romeo

Chapter 3 __ Possible Connection

Spencer Reid x FOC

Summary: Washington, DC - A string of grizzly murders and obsessive love letters causes Olivia and Spencer’s paths to intertwine. With a serial killer proclaiming his undying devotion to her and the thick tension surrounding her and her agent turned bodyguard, Olivia’s life is writing out like a contemporary love story that she, as a successful writer, could see herself publishing.

a/n: yes I used two actual romance book titles in this chapter. Brain was malfunctioning with giving titles so hope that’s alright

Previous chapter || series masterlist || next chapter

"A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life." - Prologue, Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare

Olivia was surrounded by police officers riffling through her once safe home. Her solace now invaded with too much testosterone endlessly asking questions as if she had any clue as to who would send her such a horrible thing. Repeatedly saying no until she was blue to her face, she was then told that they had called in the big guns for her case with no explanation as to what they had meant.

And within a few hours, she had figured out what they implied. The FBI had gone and come knocking on her door.

“Hi, Ms. Olivia Hill,” a dark skinned, t-shirt wearing man approached her with a lanky, tall male a few steps behind him. “My name is Agent Derek Morgan, I work for the FBI and this is Dr Spencer Reid. We’d like to ask some questions regarding the letters.”

She dropped her head into her hands, feeling a headache coming. “I’ve already told everything I could to the police officers earlier, I don’t see how me telling it again could be much of help.”

“Actually, we’d like to know more about the two letters the unsub has sent,” the doe eyed, sweater vest wearing agent clarified. “In both of the letters, he used quotes from Romeo & Juliet by Shakespeare, do you have any idea as to why he’s relating that famous romance write up to you?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m a writer. Honestly, I don’t know,” she stressed out. “All I do is write romance novels, that’s not a crime nor is it a high risk lifestyle. So why me?”

Both men shared a look, clearly noting that she was fraying at the seams. Derek silently signaled to Spencer to stay put while he took a look around the house for any leftover clues and to profile the victim. Spencer then proceeded to sit in silence in front of Olivia, hoping his presence would bring a small sense of comfort.

She was beautiful even when frazzled, taking note of her profile. Her amber eyes speckled with hints of gold framed with red rims no doubt from crying. Wavy chestnut hair with hints of maroon underneath the sunlight entering the study windows. She had the type of subtle beauty that would attract even a stranger walking past the street to do a double take.

“Have you had a lot of cases like these?” She asked, bringing him back from his musings.

“Do you mean stalking cases? Yes we’ve had our fair share of stalking cases,” he explained further. “Statistically speaking, an estimate of 13.5 million people are stalked in a one year period and the vast majority of victims are stalked by someone they know—40% by a current or former intimate partner and 42% by an acquaintance.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued with the agent in front of her. “And how do you know all that? The statistics I mean.”

“It’s based on a government report,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know, you look a little bit too young to be a Doctor and an FBI agent,” she slightly smiled. “Let me guess, PhD instead of MD, is that right?”

“3 PhDs actually.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re a genius then.”

“I don’t believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified but I do have an IQ of 187, Ann eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute,” he stated. “But yes, I’m a genius.”

“Well then Dr Spencer Reid, do you have a statistic for me on how many of stalking cases get solved without the victim ending up dead?” She questioned as her fingers started drumming on her thighs.

A nervous tick of hers, he noted.

“85% of women who reported stalking survive murder attempts with the help of authorities,” He stated reassuringly as the slight smile on her face falls, replaced with a furrowing of her eyebrows. “We’ll keep you safe, there’s nothing to worry about.”

She took a deep breath trying to push the morbid thoughts of being kidnapped and dying out of her scattered mind. “Can you distract me, please? I—I find your voice and ramblings quite comforting.”

He felt his cheeks and ears warm at that thought. Usually the team found his monologues quite tedious and never lets him finish and here was an attractive stranger telling him otherwise. “You mentioned that you write novels for a living. Any chance I could have read one of them?”

Her laughter fills the room and warms the deep crevices of his heart.

“Unless you’re a closeted romance reader, I don’t think so. You strike me as more of a classic literature or academic reading type of guy,” she teased. “A Dostoevsky or Tolstoy type of reader.”

“You’re right. That's some great profiling,” he bantered back, glad to have successfully distracted the damsel in distress in front of him. “And you're a Bronte or Austen fan."

“Austen. Specifically her work, Emma.”

He appraised her with a smile. “A true romanticist then.”

“Well, I am a romance writer after all,” she blushed, heart skipping a beat at his wide boyish grin. Her palms sweaty as she realized her attraction to the genius in front of her even with the frightening scenario that led them to cross paths.

That thought sobered her up. “You mentioned that I might know this unsub—”

He nodded, silently waiting for her to continue.

“—I played Juliet once for a high school play, do you think that’s why he calls me that in his letters?”

“Yes—yes that could be the link,” he quickly answered. “Is that an information that anyone near you and your circle would know of?”

She shook her head. “It’s not something I advertise. I mean, my acting wasn’t great and I was actually just the understudy of the understudy forced to take the role since the actress and her first understudy both got hit with a stomach flu. It’s actually what led me down to the path of writing.”

“Can you think of anyone who would know that specific detail?” He asked urgently, bringing out his phone ready to contact Garcia for a background check.

She rambled on the names of her publicist, literary agent and immediate family members.

“Hey Garcia, I need you to run a background check on Olivia’s publicist and literary agent,” Spencer stated over the phone with no time for pleasantries. “See if they have any connection to Maryland.”

“Maryland?” Olivia repeated under her breath, confusion marring her face as she pondered about the new piece of information that seemed vital for the FBI to note.

She closed her eyes as her mind started to look for a pattern regarding the incomplete information she was privy to. The images, the body parts and her life as she knew it. Like a lightbulb going off on her head, she gasped and quickly rounded to her bookshelf lining the walls of her study.

In the background, Spencer noticed her agitated and hurried actions. “Garcia, I’m going to have to call you back.”

She pulled out all the printed first draft copies of her books and all its final published version. Flipping them open on the table, she scanned the inks on the pages, comparing the details typed out on her first draft and the missing on the published print, as he approached from behind her.

“Oh god,” she repeated again and again under her breath.

Spencer squeezed her shoulders to stop her from hyperventilating. “I need you to take a deep breath for me—“

She followed, grateful for his presence.

“—and tell me what is, Olivia.”

“I—I know why he’s doing all of this,” she sobbed out as she tried to unsuccessfully stop the tears from leaking. “It’s me—my writing that he’s basing it on.”

“Your writing?” He clarified, stroking her hair to ease her cries.

“He’s, oh god—uhm—he’s collecting all the characteristics of my male leading characters. But how could he know those details? We edited those out of the published pieces.”

He held her hand and quickly scanned the opened pages on the table. The light skinned torso clean of any hair from her first book—Lovers of Midnight. The veiny arms and hands from her second book—Love, Theoretically. And the chiseled jawline and high bridge nose from her latest unreleased book—Book Lovers.

Spencer called Derek back into the study.

“Reid,” he stated, noting the tears in Olivia’s face and the intertwined hands in between the two occupants of the room with an eyebrow raised. “You have something?”

He nodded, squeezing Olivia’s hand in his. “I think we have our profile.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x fem!oc #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #gw fics #ytr fanfic

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scriptnoir · 5 months ago

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will be posted on both tumblr and my ao3 ! just heard the song and thought immediately of them <3

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aemmawrites · 1 year ago

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I hate that I Love you

wc. 945 tw. toxic amber, cussing pairing- Amber freeman x reader

Ever since you were younger you had a certain way you liked to do things.

You liked to have everything organized and structured. But as you learned life always comes with obstacles. Obstacles, you’ve learned, are inevitable.

Just like the obstacle laying beside you.

Amber freeman.

To say you were a perfectionist was an understatement, you had the same routine you stuck to every morning. Wake up, get ready for school, cheerleading practice, homework, get ready for bed, sleep.

Repeat.

Everything was perfect, and then a disruption in your routine happened. Wakeup, get ready for school, bump into Amber Freeman on the way to cheer practice, regret your life choices, homework, get ready for bed, sleep.

Amber was a character for sure, she was bad for you, and you knew that, even now as you sat in her bed, relaxed with your head in her lap while she watched the stab movies for the third time this week.

One year.

You guys have been together for one whole year. And you’ve never felt worse. Crying yourself to sleep at night when she accused you of cheating, arguing over stupid things such as your skirt being a little too short, silent treatment for weeks until you admitted you were wrong even when you weren’t, somehow making you feel like without her you could do nothing, you would be nothing.

You suppose it was your fault as amber would say, “you knew how I was when you first agreed to date me, so what's the problem now”

flashback

You were late.

Of course, as you realized you were going to have extra laps at practice for being late, you started to speed walk down the hallways, not paying attention, you bumped into one accidentally tripping and bringing them down with you. Frantically you looked up to see who you rushed in to and immediately apologized. “I'm so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and I-”

“Shut up” was all she said, glaring at you making you look down in embarrassment.

“I don't need an apology, I need you to watch where you're going”, she looked up and paused, analyzing the girl in front of her. You both looked at each other as if waiting for eachothers next move. You made a move to leave and get out of the awkward situation before she stepped in front of you and said “wait.”

And then it all went downhill from their

now

“Are you even paying attention?” Amber whispered as if not to scare you. You looked up at her before responding, “yeah im just tired, also we’ve seen this movie 10 times already, this month,” Amber rolled her eyes, getting ready to rant about how the stab franchise is worth rewatching, you sighed.

You moved your head off her lap and onto the pillow next to her. “I'm going to sleep” is all you could say before Amber started a new argument with you.

Again.

Amber looked over at you with a frown, “so your tired now, but not when that Olivia girl was talking to you, you seem so energized, but now your tired.”

One moment of peace was all you wanted, you turned to face amber before saying. “Amber, me and Olivia are on the cheer team together, where friends, and friends talk. Also it’s 3am and we have been watching movies for the past 6 hours, I'm tired.” You tried to reason.

Amber quickly responded with “you can either stay up with me and watch movies, or spend the night with Olivia since you seem to like her so much.”

You snapped, this wasn’t that big of a deal based on things Amber has done to you in the past, but it was like everything that had ever made you mad, upset, and sad came to the top. “Amber, my life doesn’t revolve around you and you honestly need to get over yourself!”

Silence.

Amber's eyes widened as if it was crazy that you would talk back to her, so she did what she did best, hurt you. “How can you say that, after all I have done for you, when we first met you were just some weird loner with no friends, I made you who you are, your nothing without me”

“Fuck you Amber, i'm leaving” here you were trying your best and it was never enough for her, you started to get dress as you felt hands wrap around your waist. And just like that happy Amber was back.

Amber smiled at you as if to make the situation better. “I'm sorry, you know how I get, you know I didn’t mean it, please stay,” as much as you wanted to relax into her touch you knew better, so you ignored her and put your shoes on.

“Are you really going to walk home at three in the morning, that's not safe” Amber smiled as she nodded her head to the window, and just now you noticed how dark it was. Weighing your options, you sighed and went to make a move to go outside. She quickly grabbed your wrist before saying “don’t be stupid it’s not safe, stay here, where I can protect you, where I can hold you, you just said you were tired, let's go to sleep.”

Before you could say anything she started pushing you back towards her bed, using her strength to keep you from trying to leave. You tried to leave, you really did but you were tired, it was scary outside, and the way Amber was looking at you right now made your heart melt. So you sighed as she tried to coax you to come back to her bed, you relented, you gave up, and just like that you were back in her arms, back in her bed.

Again.

This was the part in your routine where you regret your life choices.

#scream #scream 6 #scream 5 #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x y/n #amber freeman x you #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x yn

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idontplaytrack · 8 months ago

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Masterlist🔖

Updated master post is pinned! 📌

Index: 🤍-sfw • ❤️‍🔥-nsfw

Brooklyn Nine-Nine🚓

Rosa Diaz

“you’re a softie.” 🤍

“bye, softie jr.” 🤍

Tough 🤍

Hermosa 🤍

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit🤝

Olivia Benson

Bad Rep 🤍

Mama Bear 🤍

First 🤍

Sick 🤍

Mean Girls(2024)💄

Janis ‘Imi’ike

Closet ❤️‍🔥

all the things that could go wrong 🤍 *

good problem to have❤️‍🔥*

I Want Coffee ❤️‍🔥

‘…a lot of things happen in parked cars.’ ❤️‍🔥

Jersey 48 🤍

You & I 🤍

Jealousy, jealousy ❤️‍🔥

Watch Me❤️‍🔥

Animal ❤️‍🔥

Like A Koala 🤍

Pick Up The Phone 🤍

Back to Red ❤️‍🔥

Answer Me ❤️‍🔥

Heaven Lost An Angel ❤️‍🔥

Honeymoon ❤️‍🔥

"God, you're crazy." ❤️‍🔥

Sundress ❤️‍🔥

Band-aids, candy or me 🤍

Flaws 🤍

I'd Rather Be Me(and be with you) 🤍

Distress 🤍

Stronger 🤍

Goodby to Spring 🤍

Heels and shove 🤍

Revenge...party? 🤍

Talk Too Much ❤️‍🔥

Needy, Greedy, New York City ❤️‍🔥

Talk Is Cheap ❤️‍🔥

Your Favourite ❤️‍🔥

Twin Stranger 🤍

The Power(2023)⚡️

Jos Cleary-Lopez

Kissin’ U ❤️‍🔥

Flipping the bird 🤍

Sweet Revenge 🤍

Stress Eating ❤️‍🔥

Soaked ❤️‍🔥

Bruises 🤍

My Biggest Mistake 🤍

Hands Off ❤️‍🔥

Darby and the Dead(2022)🔌

Capri Donahue

Never Lost 🤍*

Listen ❤️‍🔥*

Backfired ❤️‍🔥

"Flowers? What for? 🤍

You Don’t Know Me 🤍

Snowed In? Step Up 🤍

Seeing Double ❤️‍🔥

Coming Home 🤍

Anything and everything 🤍

Crush(2022)🎨

AJ Campos

Safe & sound 🤍

‘Not even in your top 5’ 🤍

Her Work of Art ❤️‍🔥

Wait For You 🤍

Watch You Sleep ❤️‍🔥

Redeeming Win 🤍

My Girl ❤️‍🔥

Slow Hands ❤️‍🔥

Say You Won’t Let Go 🤍

I'll Take Care Of You 🤍

Midsummer Night 🤍

The Practice 🤍

Not A Word 🤍

Wrapped Around Your Fingers ❤️‍🔥

Play ❤️‍🔥

My Love, Mi Amor ❤️‍🔥

Charming 🤍

Into the future 🤍

The Good Girl ❤️‍🔥 [WIP]

Modern Family🖼️

Haley Dunphy

Stress Reliever ❤️‍🔥

Rise🎭

Lilette Suarez

Soulmate 🤍

Since We’re Alone 🤍

All Together Now🎙️

Amber Appleton

An Angel 🤍

Lost Cause 🤍

Birthday Morning 🤍

Delight ❤️‍🔥

Sing Me To Sleep 🤍

K.C. Undercover🔎

K.C. Cooper

Family Is Forever? 🤍

Bottle You Up 🤍

MY CHARMED ONE - CAPRI DONAHUE x FEM! READER MULTI-PART MASTERLIST

shenanigans- mean girls social media + texts fic

part 1: happy birthday

part 2: all this on a random friday?

part 3: you need some sleep

part 4: someone check on damian

part 5: go get laid then tell me

part 6: rules are rules lmao

part 7: meet my new bff

part 8: on main???!

part 9: one last date

part 10: my precious angel

part 10: alt ending

#masterlist #b99 #hulu crush #modern family #mean girls 2024 #fanfic #wlw #lgbtqia #comfort #sickfic #x reader #reader insert #multi fandom #multi fandom blog #law and order svu

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tessa-liam · 1 year ago

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Turning the Page

I'm the Problem -4-

Choices, The Royal Romance AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

Turning the Page Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression.

Rating: M🔞Warnings - crude language – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words: 2490

Turning the Page

I’m the Problem – 4

Chapter Summary: Maxwell returns to Cordonia and sets out to find a solution for Riley while simultaneously keeping her secret. Madeleine announces her truth. Liam and Leo make plans to visit New York City.

Music & Title Inspiration: Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week #54, Prompt 3 - “Go on, say it...You were right.”

A/N3: My submission for @choicesoctober2023, Seasonal: Autumn/leaves

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

The cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves that adorned the grand courtyard of the Cordonian palace. It was a Friday afternoon, and the sun cast a warm, amber glow over the grounds. Queen Madeleine stood atop a raised stage, the center of attention. Flanked by Kiara and Penelope, she prepared to make an announcement that would send shockwaves throughout the Kingdom.

Madeleine’s icy demeanor and calculated actions had earned her the monicker, ‘Ice Queen’ by the people of Cordonia. Her reputation was one of coolness and sometimes unkindness, a stark contrast to the warmth and compassion expected of a queen. She had proven herself a formidable figure, always ten steps ahead of those who dared to challenge her.

As the whispers of the court swirled around her, the queen’s gaze never wavered. Her sharp, emerald eyes scanned the crowd, filled with anticipation. The reason for this gathering was a secret closely guarded until now, and even those closest to her were unaware of what was about to unfold; except for the queen mother, Regina, who stepped onto the stage in solidarity. Her mother, delighted for her daughter, remained in Fydelia; to watch the press conference on-line. Her father, in disagreement with his daughter to come forward, remained defiant but was in attendance.

The father of the child she was carrying was not King Liam, her husband and the ruler of Cordonia, but a royal from Morocco.

Godfrey watched from the sidelines, with a mixture of anger and pride. He always had ambitions for his daughter since her birth, wanting her to wear the crown that had been promised to their family by King Constantine. When Crown prince Leo abdicated, it had opened the door for Madeleine to pursue the crown once more, this time with King Liam as her partner.

But Liam harbored a deep loathing for Madeleine. Theirs was an arranged marriage, after he had been unhappily separated from his American suitor; a scandal orchestrated by none other than Godfrey himself. He had believed that by tearing his true love apart, he could pave the way for Madeleine to ascend the throne by using Liam’s sense of duty against him.

Yet, despite his selfish intentions and machinations, Madeleine found herself pregnant with a child from a foreign Royal. A fate Godfrey did not foresee and did not prepare for.

Olivia stood beside Liam, along with the members of the Royal council to stand in unity with their King. Watching the press conference from a third-floor balcony overlooking the Royal courtyard; the mood was somber, the future of the kingdom hung in the balance.

Olivia had presented the recently uncovered proof with the damning documents and letters to the Royal council. All of the materials originating from the Duchy of Karlington in England, at Godfrey’s behest. Along with proof, that Tariq had been paid handsomely by King Constantine for his part in the scandal.

Liam’s heart swelled with a strange mix of emotions today– anger, betrayal, guilt, and relief that Madeleine's ambition was finally being exposed for all to see. The paparazzi, sensing a controversy of epic proportions, jostled for position at the front, their cameras flashing like lightning. Prepared to fire questions at their queen, and demanding answers; eager to capture every detail of this historic event.

With a calm, but resolute voice, Madeleine announced, “Good afternoon and thank you all for your interest.” Looking out towards the crowd of attendees, her vision blurred with unshed tears, she took a deep, shuddered breath.

“I am here today to formally announce that I am with child.”

The court gasped, and the people of Cordonia exchanged glances filled with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and judgement. Madeleine’s carefully constructed façade had cracked, revealing vulnerability beneath a frosty exterior.

“My future is uncertain at this point. The child I carry may not be the heir you all expected, but it is a future I am prepared to face, whatever it may hold.”

The fallout from this revelation would shape the destiny of Cordonia in ways no one could predict.

***

JFK International Airport, U.S.A.

The cool autumn air swept through the bustling JFK International Airport, carrying with it a sense of finality. Riley stood beside Maxwell, the noisy commotion of travelers around them seemed to fade into the background as they shared a moment of quiet understanding.

“I can't thank you enough, Maxwell,” Riley said, her voice filled with gratitude. “For everything.”

Maxwell smiled warmly; His eyes reflecting the sincerity in hers. “It's been my pleasure, ‘little blossom’. You've brought a light back to my world that I didn't even know I was missing.”

Riley glanced down at the toy airplane in her hand, a small token of Maxwell’s affection for William. “I'll make sure Li gets this … from his uncle Max. He's going to love it.”

Maxwell nodded, a wistful look in his eyes. “He's lucky to have you in his life, just like I've been lucky to know you, Riley.”

As the boarding call echoed through the terminal, they exchanged a final lingering hug. “Remember, this meeting stays between us. It's our secret,” Riley whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Maxwell nodded again, understanding the weight of their shared secret. The cruel clause that Madeleine added to the Cordonian arrangement. “You have my word. This is between us and no one else.”

With a final smile. Maxwell turned to join the queue of passengers, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him go, her heart heavy with a mixture of sadness and hope. She knew that this moment marked another turning point. Not just for Maxwell and herself, but for William as well.

As she turned to leave the airport lobby, she noticed a small display of souvenirs nearby. Her eyes fell on a Statue of Liberty keychain; a replica of the one that she had given to Liam on the night of his coronation. The memories flooded back, and she could not help but reach for it.

The key chain felt cool in her hand, its familiar weight was comforting. She paid for the little statue, tucking it alongside the gift from Maxwell, carefully into her bag. They were more than just trinkets. They were symbols of the two worlds she straddled, the two hearts she held dear.

With one last glance back at the bustling airport Riley turned and made her way out into the brisk, autumn New York City morning. She knew that even though a chapter was closing, the story was far from over. As she hailed a cab, she felt a renewed sense of purpose.

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

Liam stared out of the window of his study, his thoughts a turbulent storm within him. The revelation of Madeleine's pregnancy had torn through the kingdom like wildfire. It had left him with mixed emotions; relief that his marriage was over, anger at the combined deceptions against him, and a reminder of his profound regret of losing Riley, the woman who still held his heart. The world had seen the cracks in his kingdom's facade, yesterday, and the weight of it all was taking its toll on him.

As he contemplated his future and the steps to be taken to rebuild his kingdom's reputation, there came a familiar knock at the door. Liam turned his attention away from the view of the palace gardens and called out, "Enter."

Bastien opened the door and announced, "Your Majesty, Prince Leo is here to see you."

Leo stepped into the study, with a concerned expression on his face. He was aware of the turmoil that had engulfed his younger brother’s life. They had shared a close bond when they were younger, one forged by the trials and tribulations of their upbringing as princes. Although regrettably, after he abdicated, he wasn’t around for Liam. Without a word, Leo walked over and embraced his brother, offering a comforting presence.

Liam sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities threatening to crush him. "Leo, you have no idea how glad I am to see you. Thank you for coming on such short notice."

Leo’s eyes narrowed in on Liam, the concern deepening.

“You have always been the strong one, Liam. But now, it's okay to lean on someone else. The whole kingdom has been in turmoil since that press conference broke. You are not alone in this. We'll get through it together."

Liam nodded, appreciating the support. "I'm done with that sham of a marriage, Leo. I should have listened to you and trusted my instincts long ago. Go on, say it. You were right."

Leo gave a reassuring pat on Liam's back. "It's never easy to see the truth when you're in the midst of it.”

After placing two crystal tumblers and a bottle of Macallen’s on the desk, Leo took a seat across from Liam and poured scotch into each glass and slid one across the desktop.

“What are your plans now, Li?”

Liam’s jaw tightened, without hesitating. “First, I need to find Riley. I cannot let her slip away from my life, Leo. She means everything to me, and I’ve made a colossal mess of things. I must apologize and beg for her forgiveness. I hope that she will find it in her heart to understand.”

Liam leaned back in his chair, considering more options. "And, I'll have to address the kingdom. We need to rebuild our family reputation and assure our people that we're still dedicated to their well-being."

Leo nodded in agreement. "That's a good start. I am happy that you are not forgetting about yourself, Liam. You deserve happiness too. You should reach out to Riley, talk to her."

Liam's expression softened at the mention of Riley's name. He knew Leo was right. "I am the problem, Leo. I need to make amends. But first, there's something I need to ask of you."

Leo raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"

With a determined glint in his eye, Liam replied, "I need to attend the U.N. conference in New York City. It's time to strengthen our presence on the international stage and show the world that the Kingdom of Cordonia is still standing strong."

Leo smiled and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, Liam! But I have a better plan for you to consider.”

Liam looked at his brother with interest. “How so?”

“Let Olivia look after Cordonia and I will attend that party and put on a show they'll never forget.”

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “Leo, that includes speeches, meetings, dinners …”

“Yeah, bro … not my first rodeo.” Leo grinned, mischievously.

As the two brothers continued to discuss their plans for New York, the weight on Liam's shoulders seemed to lighten.

Throne Room, Cordonian Palace

The Cordonian throne room, adorned with opulent tapestries and bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers was filled to capacity. Journalists and dignitaries from across the Kingdom had gathered, their expectant gazes fixed upon the ornate golden throne.

King Liam stood before his throne, flanked by Leo and Olivia with a few trusted advisors. He took a deep breath, stealing himself for the task at hand. He could not allow the instability to persist in his absence, while in New York City.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Liam began, his voice projecting with regal authority, “I stand before you today to address the recent revelations concerning my Queen. I understand the concerns and questions that have arisen in the wake of the news presented by Madeleine, and I owe it to you, my people, to be forthright.”

He paused, allowing the gravity of the moment to settle. Murmurs and camera flashes filled the room.

“I have chosen to confront this issue with transparency and grace, as I believe it is my duty to lead with integrity. Madeleine 's past actions are her own, and she has taken responsibility for them. She has chosen to face the consequences, as we all must when we err.”

The room was silent, captivated by his words.

“I implore you to remember that as a Kingdom and society, we must learn to forgive and to grant the opportunity for redemption. Madeleine, like all of us, is capable of change and growth; albeit not in my Kingdom.”

Liam's gaze swept the room, taking in the expressions of the gathered audience, some skeptical, some understanding, but all listening intently.

“While I address this matter, I want to assure you that the governance of our Kingdom remains steadfast. My commitment to our people remains unwavering, and I will continue to lead with the same dedication and determination that you have come to expect from me.”

He could sense the tension in the room began to ease, replaced by a quiet sense of hope and understanding. The support of his people was vital to maintain stability during this trying time.

“I will now take leave to address the situation abroad,” Liam concluded. “I am heading to New York in pursuit of a personal matter. Rest assured, the affairs of our Kingdom are well attended to in my absence, and we will emerge from this challenge stronger, united and more resilient than ever. Thank you all for your attention.”

With those words, Liam descended from the dais, surrounded by his Royal guard, chased by camera flashes and questions posed.

With the press statement concluded, Liam made his way back to his study where Bastien awaited him.

“Your Majesty, the jet is ready and our contacts in America have been alerted,” Bastien reported.

“Thank you, Bastien,” Liam responded. “Leo … let's not waste any more time.”

As the jet soared through the sky, bound for New York, Liam's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. He knew that finding Riley was only the beginning. His challenge was to win her back.

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