#that premiere shook me and stuck with me

[swan2swan]

Thire: "You should probably go ahead and save yourself, General Yoda. We're expendable bodies made only to fight, after all."

Yoda:

[mistydeyes]

hello! can you please do headcanons of 141 boys with nepo baby!reader?

ahh thank you sm for requesting! this was so creative and UGH i totally wish in another life i could be a nepo baby with all of life's luxuries

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summary: When the 141 met you, you had done an amazing job keeping your repo!baby status under wraps. What happens when your starstrucked boyfriend finally finds out?

pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!nepo baby!reader

warnings: swearing

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John Price

Surprised but happy you aren't one of those stuck up ones (*cough* *cough* Kendall Jenner *cough* cough*)

"Hey love, these came in for you today," your boyfriend, John, said as he heaved in a large bouquet of flowers with an ornate envelope attached

You groaned loudly as you opened the envelope and the room filled with the aroma of fresh red roses

You skimmed over the letter before tossing it back onto your kitchen island

"Something the matter?" he comforted as he wrapped his arms around you

"They just want me to walk for Victoria Secret," you said as if it was an inconsequential request, "something about how my mum's wings and outfit would fit me perfectly."

At this, you felt the palpable silence and turned to see the bewildered look on John's face

"What I'm getting from this is that you are a model fit for their show and also have a mother who used to be a model for them?" he almost whispered and you nodded in response

He whistled quietly as he pulled you back into his arms

"I knew you were gorgeous but it's nice to hear that others think the same," he joked and you lightly smacked at his chest

"My mum always wanted me to get into modeling but after my last show as a teenager, I decided civilian life was more for me"

He nodded as he put aside the letter and put the flowers in a more respectable place

"Well I am glad you chose that," he replied, "don't think I would be able to meet a world class model."

You cocked an eyebrow and laughed slightly at his response

"You're telling me! I'm lucky for a shot at the respectable military captain who looks absolutely dashing in a bonnie hat"

With that, he gave you a soft kiss and you giggled as his facial hairs tickled you slightly

"Although, if I get sent any brand deals for shaving cream and beard care, I know the perfect person to give it to"

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Overall he is the most excited to find this fun fact out about you

He realizes when you meet with your sister at a local coffee shop

You ran up to her with Johnny closely following behind you and you hugged her excitedly

"Maeve! It is so good to see you again," you smiled, "this is my boyfriend, Johnny"

Your boyfriend did a double take as your sister shook his hand and sat down at the table

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked quietly and you and your sister shared a look before laughing

"Hmm what project are you working on now?" you asked her as Johnny just watched the interaction

"That's a secret for now," she said mysteriously, "I will tell you we're premiering the show on Max"

Once she said that, it was almost as if a lightbulb went off in his head

"Oh shite," he said a bit too loudly, "you're Maeve! You did that show on Netflix!"

She nodded as she sipped her matcha latte casually

"Wait so if that's you," he said before turning to you, "does this mean you're parents are those famous spy movie directors?"

You nodded as he finally understood but before you could reply, your sister beat you too it

"She was always the studious older sister, chose to go to university here instead of pursuing an acting career," you sister proudly replied as you leaned into Johnny's chest

"To be fair, dad's films were always too ambiguous for me," you joked, "he always loved those off plot twists."

You laughed at the memory and both Johnny and Maeve joined in

After that, you had a pleasant lunch but you definitely needed a tea with lemon and honey after answering all of Johnny's questions

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You were not a nepo baby by conventional means

No, you didn't have parents who were famous actors or singers

You were the worst kind of nepo baby for Kyle

You were the daughter of a General in the British Army

Maybe he should've been clued in by your surprising knowledge of military history and traditions

In fact he did look at you a bit skeptically when you adjusted his ribbons of decorations/medals

"You're a natural at this," he said as he kissed your forehead. "My dad and the internet taught me all I needed to know," you smiled back.

Kyle never did get to ask you who your father was until you were at the Army ball

When he saw one of the decorated Generals making his way to you, he could feel a lump in his throat

Kyle immediately saluted the man and almost lost it when he saw him hug you and spin your around

"Pleasure seeing you here, dad," you beamed at him, "didn't know you could make it to this one!"

As Kyle was putting the pieces together, the small talk ended and your father turned to him

"Sergeant Garrick-" "Yes, sir, that's me" he said, fumbling over his words and causing you to laugh loudly

"I've heard much about you and the missions," your father spoke highly as you looked over anxiously, "just make sure you come back home to my daughter."

With that, he gave Kyle a firm handshake and hugged you before returning back to mingle amongst the other officers and soldiers

Kyle stood there for a moment looking at his hand

"Did that just happen?" "Congratulations Kyle, you survived meeting my father!"

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He does not put the pieces together until something forces him to realize who you actually are (more like whose daughter you are)

"Keep your head down, I think someone's following us," Simon warned you as he lead you down another aisle in the grocer's

For the past hour, there had been a man with a camera had been following you and trying to snap pictures

Simon had been more than observant and was running through scenarios to lose this man without any unnecessary violence

"Oh, they're probably trying to figure out where my parents are staying while they're in town," you said nonchalantly, "probably trying to get the best pictures before the premiere."

At this Simon, pulled you aside and look at you bewildered

"Are they in any danger?" he said as he pulled out his phone to make an urgent call

You giggled a bit before taking his phone from his hand and smiling

"No, no, they're probably just preparing to be harassed by the paparazzi. Nothing they're not used to," you said as you typed a few things into his phone's search browser

"Here, you might have heard of them before from all those superhero action movies," you continued, giving Simon back the phone so he could look at the Wiki page

"So you're saying that you didn't think this was important information to tell me when we started dating?" he asked as he looked back down at you

You rolled your eyes before pulling him along to continue you're shopping

"I honestly didn't think it was that important, Simon," you mumbled, "besides would it affect your decision to date me."

He shook his head as he tried to understand the whole situation and how you were the daughter of two very famous and successful actors

"For such a smart military man, you are a bit dense sometimes," you joked before turning and blocking the titular shot from the camera man with a cereal box

"Not this time!" you yelled triumphantly before Simon took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your cheek

"That's why I dated you."

[auras-moonstone]

Hey girlie,

Can you write a mini story of Jack and the reader. And can you write how she met him on the set of avengers endgame. With that, the reader is already casted in her future marvel movie(like in 2022?) and during the timespan, she was filing avatar as well, so she and Jack got closer. And in her own marvel movie premiere, she comes with jack(as her date) and everyone is crazy about and interviewers are asking questions. And with the press tours as well. And can you be specific in how they met and how they got closer.

hi! 🫶🏻 sure! i love the best friends to lovers trope and i will never get tired of writing it. hope you enjoy it! 🤍

i’m only me when i’m with you — jack champion

words: 2,971

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack met on the set of avengers, and then reunite on the set of avatar. they form a close friendship and eventually fall for each other.

Y/N WAS ENERGETICALLY RUNNING AROUND THE AVENGERS SET WHEN HER BODY COLLIDED AGAINST SOMETHING. Hearing a grunt of pain, she realized it was not something, but someone. A boy around her age, with a Justin Bieber 2010 hairstyle.

“I’m so sorry!” she apologised. He stayed silent, looking at her with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”. The short boy shook his head frenetically, without emitting a word. “You are not okay or I didn’t hurt you?” she laughed.

“You are Y/N Y/L/N” the boy said breathlessly.

Y/N looked down, inspecting her body before laughing “Yeah, I think so. Are you okay?” she repeated.

“Yes! Yes, sorry. I’m just a big fan, you are amazing as Venus” the boy replied nervously.

Y/N smiled widely, her cheeks tainted a deep red “Thank you so much! What’s your name?”.

“Jack, Jack Champion. I’m doing a very small role at the beginning of the movie. It’s not much, but well, I’m excited”

“No matter how small the role is, it’s still a marvel movie. So, you should be proud of yourself. Congratulations” she gave him a genuine smile.

“Thank you, that’s very nice of you! I appreciate it”

Jack was called by the director, so they had to say goodbye. Sadly, it was his first and only day on set, so they didn’t see each other again until a week later.

It was the first day of filming the Avatar movie, and Y/N was very nervous. Unlike the rest of the young cast, she didn’t have to audition, the director already had her in mind for the role, so she didn’t get to meet anyone until that day. She was afraid of, not only not fitting in, but that they would think badly of her for not having to live the excruciating experience of the audition.

The pressure on her chest intensified when she saw the group laughing together, but she walked towards them nonetheless. They fell silent when they noticed noticed her, and Y/N felt like crying.

“Y/N!” the excited voice of a kid said, and the sight of a familiar face calmed her nerves a bit.

“Jack, hi! So nice to see you again” she smiled.

“You too!” Jack was utterly surprised that the girl had recognised him, and even more excited to have the opportunity to work with her. “Let me introduce you: this is Bailey, Trinity, Jamie and Britain. Guys, this is-”

“Are you kidding me? We know!” Bailey interrupted him. “It’s so nice to meet you! You are amazing!”.

“Your character Venus is so cool!” Britain said.

“Yeah, and you are very talented” Jamie complimented her.

Y/N blushed at the wave of flattery she had just received “Thank you very much guys!”.

“Can we ask you if you are going to be in any marvel movies after Endgame? Only if you can say it” Trinity asked her. Her voice was so sweet and adorable that Y/N couldn’t lie to her.

“Please don’t say anything, but yeah. I’m still going to be working with Marvel, can’t tell you what though, for now. But I promise you that when I’m allowed to say it you’ll be the first to know” Y/N smiled at her.

“Not fair! She gets privilege for being adorable?” Jack said, acting as if he were annoyed.

“Yup” Y/N said, and Trinity stuck his tongue out at Jack, making them all laugh.

Y/N was happy she fitted right in. She bonded with the young cast pretty quickly, and she had never been happier with her work. Excitement was all she felt every morning she woke up to go to the set, and sadness when the filming hours were over.

Jack and her were the ones with the closest friendship, as they spent most of their time with each other due to their characters having lots of screen time together. So comfortable around the other, they also started to spend their free time together. Their mothers literally couldn’t pull them apart, they appeared to be sticked together with glue.

“School is trash�� Jack groaned in frustration, resting his forehead on his math book.

Y/N laughed “Come on, don’t be dramatic. You better get use to it, because we have four more years of high school” she hit him with her pencil.

“Y/N/N! That hurt” he tried not to laugh while rubbing his head.

“Oh my god! Did you hear that thud? You really have nothing in there” she said motioning to his head.

“Oh you think you are hilarious, don’t you? You’ll pay for that” he said before tackling her to the floor of his living room and started to tickle her.

She let out a small scream “No! Stop it!” she said in between laughs.

“Say you’re sorry!”

“No!” she said stubbornly, trying to get him off her. She was taller than him, but his training clearly gave him an advantage.

“What is going on here?” Y/N and Jack’s mothers entered the living room.

“She called me dumb and I’m making her apologise” Jack answered.

“Jack please let go of Y/N/N” his mom told him.

“And Y/N, apologise to him” her mother said.

“I’m sorry I called you dumb, dumbass” she said. The thirteen-year old grabbed a small pillow from the couch and hit her with it “Here, let me help you with that task” she offered once they recovered from the laughing fit.

The two mothers looked at their kids with big smiles painted on their faces. “They’ll fall for each other eventually. I have a feeling”.

“Oh, most definitely” Y/N’s mom agreed.

“Sorry I called you dumb, I was joking” she told him before leaving his house.

“Y/N/N I know it was a joke, don’t worry. Besides, everyone knows I’m the smart one in our friendship” he teased.

“Literally no one believes that” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “I have the looks and the brains”.

“I hate you” he pushed her shoulder lightly, making her laugh.

“I love you too. See you tomorrow” she waved goodby after kissing his cheek.

“YOU ARE TELLING ME EVERYONE HAS BEEN PEEING ON THE TANK FOR YEARS AND NO ONE TOLD ME?” Y/N asked Jack in disbelief. They were on her room, she was lying on her bed, resting on her elbow and with her head on her hand while Jack laid on a made-up mattress next to her bed.

“I thought you knew! Why are you surprised, though? It’s not like you haven’t done it”

“I haven’t”

He sat up, eyeing her expression “No way. I don’t believe you. We spend hours on that tank”.

“I swear I haven’t” she told him truthfully. He furrowed his eyes “Not because I didn’t want to. I was just being respectful, but guess no one cares about manners anymore!”.

Jack laughed “And then you say I’m the dramatic one”.

“We are both the dramatic ones” she said. “I can’t believe the film is almost over. I’m going to miss working with you”.

“Don’t get all sad on me” he said, grabbing her hand. “We are still going to see each other. You’re my best friend, you are definitely not going get rid of me”.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Y/N/N. I love you” he said.

She sat up to hug him, and also to hide the blush that tainted her cheeks. “I love you too”

He looked at his watch and smiled. “Happy 15th birthday, Y/N/N”.

“Thank you, Jack” she said, hugging him even tighter.

“My mom and I got you something” he said excitingly, standing up to look for something in his bag. “Close your eyes!” she muttered an ‘okay’. “Don’t cheat!”.

“I won’t!”

“Okay” he placed a package on her hands. “Open your eyes”. It was a thin cardboard and it had the shape of a square. “You have to open it carefully”.

When she finally unwrapped the gift, she gasped at the recognisable cover. “Holy shit, Jack! You didn’t”.

“We did!”

“How?!” she said loudly. “It’s extremely rare, and the prices are also extremely high… oh god, Jack you didn’t”.

“You are worth it” he shrugged, as if it was nothing. He had no idea how fast her heart started beating when he said that.

She stared at the 1989 vinyl in awe. It wasn’t just any vinyl, it was the pink one. Being an special RSD edition, there weren’t many left. Jack knew how obsessed she was with that record—it also was her favourite album of all time—so he didn’t hesitate to buy it, nonetheless of the price.

The vinyl was special to Y/N, not because of its rareness, but because Jack got it for her.

“Thank you so much! It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”

Her smile was so wide and her eyes so bright that Jack swore he would buy every single thing she wanted if it meant he would get to see her like that.

That was the day Jack and Y/N knew they liked the other as more than a friend.

THE AVATAR SHOOTING ENDED AND SOON ENOUGH Y/N BEGAN SHOOTING FOR MARVEL. She was excited of course, it was marvel, but even if it had been a year since she finished filming Avatar, she couldn’t help but miss the homey feeling that set gave her. Most of all she missed Jack. They talked and hung out, but they used to spend the whole day, every day, for years, together so it clearly wasn’t the same.

After doing lots of stunts, she finally had a break, so she went to her trailer. She threw herself to the couch—she was exhausted and her suit was beyond uncomfortable.

“Holy shit you are Venus!” the familiar voice invaded her ears. She looked at him in surprise, then stood up and jumped into her friend’s arms. “Hey…”

“I missed you” Y/N whispered against Jack’s chest.

It was funny. When they first met, also on a Marvel set, he had been a very short twelve year old with an awful haircut. Now, he was a very tall and muscular seventeen year old with very nice curly hair. She once used to tease him about being taller than him, now she had to raise her head to properly look at him. They had grown together, and their bond was one of a kind.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” he asked worried, noticing the hint of sadness in her voice.

“I guess I’ve been feeling a bit homesick, that’s all” Y/N answered in a low tone. She closed her eyes when her vision started to get blurry from the tears, she definitely did not want to see her cry over missing him.

“You go home every single day?” Jack said confused.

“Not my homesick for my house… for the Avatar set… for you” she whispered.

“Y/N/N…”

“I know it’s silly…” Y/N said a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, no. Look at me” Jack told her, she instantly shook her head. “Y/N, please” his heart dropped when he saw the tears in her eyes “It’s not silly. Why did you think I came here? I know exactly what you’re feeling. I miss you like crazy too. Two days a week and facetiming is not nearly enough of you for me”.

Y/N smiled softly and relaxed a bit. Between filming, finals and being homesick, she felt overwhelmed. And now, being in Jack’s arms, felt like getting the fresh air she was desperately needing. Everything was becoming too much, and if she didn’t have a contract with Marvel, she probably would have quit. Not very professional of her part, she knew it, but she felt suffocated.

They sat on the couch, Y/N’s leg over Jack’s lap and head on his shoulder, while the boy had his arm around her shoulders and rested his head against hers.

“You don’t know how much I needed this. After this movie, I’m taking a break. Only interviews for the things I filmed, nothing more” she told him.

“That’s perfect, love. That’s what you need” Jack massaged the side of her head.

“You’re making me fall asleep, I need to go in a few minutes” she laughed, looking up at him.

Their breaths hitched at the closeness. Eyes so connected they felt like they were in a trance. Y/N couldn’t believe how pretty he was, she could admire him for the rest of her life. And he was astonished by how breathtaking she was, even with puffy eyes.

“If I were to kiss you right now… would it ruin our friendship?” he asked, so low he almost couldn’t hear himself.

“Only if you don’t feel the same way that I do” Y/N whispered back.

Jack’s eyes never left hers “And what do you feel?”

“That I’ve loved you since we were fifteen”

“Then our friendship is, officially, not ruined” he smiled.

And the moment they have been waiting for two years finally came. And it was better than they have ever imagined, like their lips belonged together and now that they finally were, they couldn’t pull away. Like some magnetic force was holding them together.

THE DAY OF THE VENUS PREMIERE ARRIVED AND Y/N WAS HAPPIER THAN EVER. Ever since she and Jack got together, six months ago, everything felt better. They weren’t a private couple, but definitely not super public. They shared pictures and tiktoks with the fans, but never talked about their relationship. So, when they walked appeared together at the red carpet, everyone was thrilled. They were definitely considered one of the “it” couples, and everyone loved them.

“Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look today?” Jack whispered in her ear as they walked towards the reporters.

“Only a hundred times” she smiled at him.

“Well, my goal is a thousand, so I have a long way to go”

“I might do the same, because you look extremely handsome. Could you stay in that suit forever? Wait- you also look very cute in your hoodies and tank tops, so scratch that. Wear whatever you want, you always look handsome” she sent him a wink. She absolutely loved complimenting him, because his cheeks always turned red and she liked being the reason why they did.

“Hi Y/N, Jack” an interviewed greeted them.

“Hi!” they both answered with big smiles.

“First of all, congratulations on Venus! That’s a big deal, having a film dedicated only to your character” the blonde woman said.

“Thank you so much! And yes, it was quite a shocker when they told me about it. I was scared at first, because we’ve entered a complete different era for the MCU and people are, with good reason, very attached to the original characters and critics can be a little harsh. But I am actually very proud of this movie and I hope the fans enjoy it”

“Do you have any more projects now that the film is over?”

“No, I’m taking a break for an indefinite amount of time. I’ve been through very emotional phases and it’s best for me to stop for a little bit. Stay at home, enjoy my family and friends… so yeah”

“I hope you are feeling better. It’s very understandable, though, you have been working non-stop for years! And you are so young”

“I am feeling much much better, thank you. You aren’t getting rid of my face, though, I still have interviews to do for Venus. And Avatar is coming soon too, so yeah! I’m actually excited for that, I miss the cast so much”

“You two worked together in Avatar, right?”

“Yes!” they both answered.

“You met there?” she questioned.

Y/N looked at Jack, telling him to respond. “Actually, no. We met on the set of Avengers Endgame!”.

The blonde interviewer’s jaw dropped “Wait what?”

“Yeah! I had a small role at the beginning. If you are a big fan, you might remember me. I’m the little boy on the bicycle who stumbles upon Ant man!”

“No way! Yes! You had a Justin Bieber haircut!” the interviewer recognized him.

Y/N chuckled, and Jack turned red “It was stylish at that moment!” he exclaimed.

“No it wasn’t! That hairstyle, thankfully, died on 2010” Y/N said.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes while smiling. “She’s always bullying me”.

“Not true! I’m a very sweet person”

“Most of the time, yes, but you do bully me a lot”

“Stop playing the victim in front of the cameras, you aren’t fooling anyone” she laughed.

The woman smiled at their dynamic “You two are so cute! How did you get together?”

“Well, we have liked each other since we were fifteen-ish, but I guess we were too scared to ruin the friendship. Six months ago, he visited me on set, and I was feeling a bit sad because I missed him too much. We both confessed, and yeah, that’s pretty much it” she explained.

“She’s truly the best person in the world, and I’m so glad she bumped into me that day on the Avengers set” he said, a dazzling smile on his face.

“And we have to say thank you to James Cameron. He’s like our wingman” she said. “Anyways, thank you for being here and sorry for having to deal with us”.

“What? Thank you! It was so fun to interview you both. You make such a good couple and the love you have for each other is very evident. Congratulations on Venus and Avatar!”

“That was really fun” Jack said once they got away from the cameras. He leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. “You look gorgeous tonight”.

Y/N laughed “And you look annoyingly handsome”.

“Isn’t that a back-handed compliment?” he asked confused.

Y/N shrugged “It may have sounded like that, but I promise I mean it as a compliment”.

“Couldn’t you just have said ‘You look handsome’?”

“Oh so you are making your own compliments now” she laughed.

Jack shook his head “You are impossible” he laughed.

“I love you, Jack” she hugged him “Thanks for being here with me tonight”

He rested his head on top of hers “Tonight and always. I love you too, love”

[ad7red]

can u do jack champion headcanons (or drabble) w/ a gf who gets elevator anxiety? literally everytime i have to use one i get so anxious it’s terrible😭

omg. i thought it was just me who did this LMAO i can’t get on a elavator without freaking out 😭😭

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

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Jack and you were just about ready to leave the hotel room and head toward his Avatar premiere. However, there was an issue that he wasn’t aware of. You can’t take elevators.

Well, technically you could take an elevator, but the worry just eats you up from the inside out. Imagine all the possibilities of what could happen there! It could stop, you could get stuck, or worse, it could drop. And yes, maybe you were blowing this out of proportion but tell that to the 10,200 elevator accidents this year. Normally you would just take the stairs but with the heels you had on, it would be like walking through hell.

Yet by the time you were pulled out of your thoughts, the thing you dreaded most was straight ahead. The elevator. Now, you knew Jack wouldn't mind going down the stairs after all, it was just two floors, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood. Not when he was all giddy and excited for you to finally see the movie he worked years on.

Before approaching the elevator you came to a halt, Jack stopping with you. He looked at you with knitted eyebrows, silently asking you “What's up?” with his eyes. “Jack, can I ask you something?” Your tone was light, but you could hear the nervousness, you were just hoping he didn’t. “I don’t know, can you?” You rolled your eyes at his playful impertinent remark but asked your questions. “Is there any other way to get down? Like without the elevator?”. Jack's face morphed into an obviously perplexed one. “Not unless you wanna take the stairs. Or jump. We could probably jump, yeah?” He was chuckling at his own jokes when he noticed the serious look plastered onto your face.

“You really don't want to take the elevator?” you nodded your head at his question unsure of how he was going to respond. “How come?” he had asked, genuinely confused, Jack had loved elevators, he loved the feeling they gave him in his stomach. Like a rollercoaster ride almost.

You shuffled your feet, embarrassed to explain. “I'm afraid of them.” and though Jack didn't mean it, he found himself giggling at your confession. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry- Ok how do you wanna get down? Jumping is still an option,” You shook your head listlessly, and Jack got the message.

“Okay, how about we take the stairs?” he asked and his joking demeanor had faded. “Yeaaah, about that,” you dragged your vowels before resuming, “I think my ankles would be absolutely annihilated if I did”. Jack had a growing smirk on his face, he rubbed his chin pretending to be in deep thought. He snuck a quick glance at the staircase that was just across from where you both were standing and then a glance at you before talking. “I might have a solution.” He spoke, and before you even got to respond he swooped you up bridal style while running over to the stair case.

You had numerous protests while he was carrying you, they mostly consisted of “Jack put me down!” “Stop I’m gonna ruin your hair Jack!” and occasionally “People are looking!!” and Jack being Jack he didn’t stop until the of the stairs.

When you got there you shot him an injudicious look. “Why’d you do that? You could've messed up your outfit,” He shrugged evidently unbothered by his rash action, yet still grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You didn't seem too fond of the jumping option so I thought I’d help out a bit” You playfully shoved his shoulder. “Maybe I'll jump the next time we leave, okay?” He laughed while nodding his head. “Deal.”

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also sorry u requested this like 2 weeks ago ahh!!

[hannahwatchesbigbrother]

This has been a worse than average endgame (to say the least), but I want to acknowledge the highlights of bb25. I’ve been watching since bb16 (been a feedster since bb17), and this has truly been the most invested I’ve been. Despite how frustrated I’ve been with production this year, I really think this season has some really stellar stuff in it (especially pre-jury). So here is a (lengthy) list of how I’ll remember this season:

Cirie motherfucking Fields showing up!!

Izzy immediately clocking that Jared was Cirie’s son before the live premiere even ended

Izzy immediately clocking that Cameron gives serial killer vibes

Felicia destroying four mics by the end of the first week

Felicia falling into the hot tub

“Clean that shit up a bit”

Cameron thinking Felicia was related to Denzel Washington

“Izzy Fields” and the beautiful friendship between her and Cirie

Hisam’s villain arc

Cory in Blue’s pink outfit (and later Americas jumpsuit)

(Honestly just Cory being a genuinely good dude who would call out things that crossed a line and fought against toxic masculinity)

The target flipping every other hour for like the first six weeks of the game

Every time Zach Wurtenburger tweeted about BB

The nickname “fucking Bowie Jane” which was then just shortened to fbj

The still of Cory’s mouth wide open while he was saying “what the fuck” when they were thinking of keeping Hisam

Meme’s storage room rants

“If I’m a have not next week, I’ll self-evict” “I’ll be a have not with you” *america leaves* “(to self) Cory, are you the most pathetic person? They were right about you — you’re a pick me”

Felicia yelling at Jag while he was in a chicken suit

Felicia and “Mr. B” (smooches!)

The slow burn Americory showmance (I could write a thesis on how much I love it but I’ll spare you)

The fact they brought the pressure cooker back

Izzy crying about how much she hates being in the same room as Cameron

“Fuck jag and I said that shit” -America Week 4, a prophet

When Matt used the power on jag and even live feeders were shook because we had no idea

The fact that Cameron’s 14 hours in the pressure cooker didn’t matter because jag was just brought back into the game

Blue sucking up to Felicia bc she thought she was Jared’s mom for a solid 24 hours

Felicia’s sleep screaming/singing

The dramatic and out of no where red/Cameron break up

“Cam thinks he’s like a father to me, but really he’s like an absentee father who wants to sleep with my girlfriend”

Blue volunteering jag to go up as a “pawn” during Jared’s hoh

Cam winning hoh after being blindsided by the red vote (hate him but the absolute silence and his thumbs up is so funny)

“Okay Jasmine” “*crying* who’s jasmine?” “*singing* a whole new world”

Cam not telling anyone including production who he was putting up

Matt winning the prize swap veto but choosing the punishment bc he thought he’d get to hang out with the real Josh Duhamel

The Josh Duhamel punishment in general

Izzy’s kick jump during the piggy pals punishment

Jared destroying his game because Cirie was stuck in a kayak with Felicia for 48 hours

THE IZZY FLIP

(The fact the izzy flip happened bc she told Cory that he couldn’t sleep in the same bed as America anymore lol)

The Cory/Jared humiliverse fight

“To all my friends and family, trust I know that they are all liars and snakes… and cowards!”

“See you soon, pig!”

The Cirie/Felicia fight post-Jared’s eviction

Peak Unreliables when Jag fought for Cory’s LIFE against cams plan to backdoor him

People retweeting Meme’s tweets from over ten years ago that were weirdly relevant to the season

America lifting Cory after it was confirmed that they made jury

The musical that Cory got for his zing

The one time all the different stans came together was to celebrate Cams eviction

The “exquisite” bit

America causing Jag to want to shit his pants after telling him to “literally fuck off”

“Literally in this world, I am your biggest fan” 😭😭😭

Felicia being Cirie’s best friend and worst enemy (aka when she shaved her foot on her bed)

Americory saying “I love you” on Cory’s way out the door

Americas shrine to Cory/transforming into him

Cirie’s DR of her flipping off Jag, Matt, and Bowie

Izzy/Paige going as Americory for Halloween

The Americory “cradle robber” Halloween costume

“I’d be more impressed if [the wins] weren’t against two senior citizens, an airhead, and an idiot”

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Reflection | Yoo Taeyang (M)

A/N: a happy birthday to my sweet @yootaesowl 🤎 I hope this birthday present will end the day on a sweet, hot note for you as you deserve nothing but the love that's written below. Because you're that hot.

Summary: mirrors weren't you best friend. And they were never gonna be but there was one person that wasn't gonna hold back on showing you how beautiful and hot you are and that mirrors are nothing but lies projected by society's image that have been printed into people's minds.

Taeyang x plus size!reader

Wordcount: 4.9 K

Warnings: 18 +, sex, penetration, p in v, cum, unprotected sex, lies about beauty, truth about beauty. Do not read when under 18.

Mirrors. You despised them and avoided them at any cost you could. You didn't want to bring yourself down at the false image it portrayed. It's what you told yourself everytime you saw your own reflection. You knew the thoughts that swam through your mind whenever you glanced at yourself were lies that you told yourself, lies the world fed you since you were a child.

Gulping, you smoothed down the shirt you put on for the gala night Taeyang and you were invited to. A celebration for the start of what was surely to become a successful musical, with Taeyang playing the villain you knew it was a matter of time before he would be on stage even more than usual. You were happy for him, seeing the big smile on his face whenever he told you about the practices, animatically telling all about it. He even invited you to come watch some practices but you declined, wanting to witness it at the premier, seeing how it all came together. He smiled, kissed you but made you promise to come with him to the premiere. You scoffed at that, playfully offended that he would think you wouldn't come with him. You were his date after all, who else would, so you told him. With a loud laugh, he kissed you again and patted your hair. "Yes ma'am."

But now that the moment was here, having to stand on that red carpet leading to the musicals première, you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat, felt like your stomach was doing somersaults as you smoothed down your shirt once again, not liking how it sat on your body.

The pants suddenly felt a size to small while it looked to fall perfectly when you tried it on weeks before. Frustrated tears burned your eyes and you tried to blink them away, not wanting to fall in that mindset right before the big event but how could you ignore it when the thought of pictures being taken with you standing next to Taeyang.

You could already see the headlines, see the tweets being posted like you were nothing but a mere object to them that didn't have feelings. and so with a loud shout, you pulled off your shirt with maddening force, throwing it on the floor before giving it a good kick, as if that could help take away your self hatred. This time the tears were rolling down your cheeks, your whole body being filled with frustration and dejection that you couldn't have the confidence you so desperately wanted.

Taeyang who was getting you and himself something to eat before leaving, heard the commotion and decided to take a peak to see if everything was okay but his heart sank at the sight before him. You looked defeated, so small as you just stood there with tears streaming down your face.

Being left speechless, his mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't choose the words he wanted to say. ''y/n, what's wrong?'' He managed to ask you atlast, stepping closer to take a hold of your arm but you shook his hand off, not wanting to be touched right now.

''Why do you like me?'' Taking deep breaths to steady your breathing, you looked up at him, needing him to answer truthfully. ''Why are you with me?''

You could see the confusion and hurt flashing across his eyes, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he began to stutter, maybe not a good start as he was the one who now saw how your shoulders fell in defeat.

More tears pooled into your eyes, your sight getting blurry as more and more thoughts of self hatred started to dance across your vision, like they were mocking you, as if they were laughing at you. The thoughts you've had before getting to know Taeyang, proving you right.

''Dove, no!'' He hurriedly took a step forward, grabbing a hold of your arms again and pulling you right into his chest, one arm folding over your waist and keeping you caged into his embrace by holding the back of your neck. ''No, no. no.'' Taeyang was terrified to be honest, feeling his heart beating in his throat, shaking his head in denial while squeezing you tighter and tighter as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grasp.

''y/n...'' That was all he could manage to say at this moment as he felt your whole body shaking with the heartbreaking sobs you let out. ''I'm left speechless. I wish I could tell you all the words to let you believe how beautiful and kind you are but-'' He cut himself off, letting his hand wander down your body and pushing you closer through his hand on your spine. ''- words are merely words.''

Pulling you away, he cups your tearstained cheek, wiping the tears under your eye away with a sad smile. ''Tell me what's wrong, dove.'' Taeyang sees the sadness pooling into your eyes, you look defeated, you look so tired and small that it breaks his own heart. Leading you to the bed, he helps you to sit down and tucks your head on his shoulder.

''I'm sorry.''

''No, don't apologize.'' He quickly shushes you by placing a kiss on your cheek, his hand smoothing down your hair. ''You don't have to go if you don't want to. I don't mind at all, you know that.'' You could tell he was not touching the subject yet, you knew he would want you to start and tell him what was bothering you but the way he said he wouldn't mind if you stayed at home bothered you even more and played right into the false selfimage you've projected. Didn't he wanted to be seen with you?

The silence that came from you, made him understand how his words actually sounded like once he thought them over and mentally slapped himself at the choice of words.

''Ah, shit. y/n that's not what I meant. I- '' Taeyang was right, he knew he was. Words were merely words and they were so easy to say without having to do anything for it. As a singer, you would think he would have a way with words but he - a true dancer afterall - showed his emotions with his body. The movements telling more of a story than any words ever would and that's when he realized, he would be better off showing you how amazing, and wonderfully made you actually are.

With a deep breath, he held onto your face, eyes flickering over your features as you just silently watched him. What you weren't expecting though was him lowering you down on the mattress, him shaking his head at your confused gaze. ''You trust me?''

Ofcourse, you trust him. You've shown all that you are to him. Baring yourself to him in anyway. What kind of question was that? ''Ofcourse, Taeyang..'' He didn't let you finish though. ''Then let me.'' With a nod, you watch the man standing above you, curious as what his next move is going to be.

Taeyang felt his stomach burning at the sight beneath him. You laying on your back with nothing but pants and a bra on and he could feel his cock reacting at the sight and he knew it would be a mattter of when, where he would actually start to think with his dick. He couldn't help it, that's just what you did to him.

You were irresistable, really. Just watching you cook, watching you make his coffee and how you would prance around the house with nothing but short shorts on and sports bra drove him crazy most of the time and always managed to cage you between the wall and his chest, having you crying out his name.

Licking his lips, he crouched down infront of you to run his hands up your clothed legs and grabbed the hem of your trousers, pulling them down without any thougths. If these clothes made you feel like you were not worthy enough, than those absolutely needed to go and he was determined to never see them again. ''There.'' He chuckled, flinging the pants right out your line of sight. ''That's much better isn't it?'' You couldn't help but to giggle too, seeing how he grinned right up at you from the floor, you being propped up on your elbows to soak in his attention on you. You hummed at that, breathing out that it was much, much better.

''However-'' Taeyang circled his fingers right beneath the flesh of your thighs. ''-there are still some fabrics constricting your freedom, don't you agree?'' He toyed with the hem of your panties, letting his fingers glide over the band from side to side. ''Will you let me help you?'' Rising from his position on the floor, he was now hovering above you and you took in a breath when you felt him dipping past the cloth and the only thing you could tell him was. ''Yes, yes, ofcourse.''

With a smirk, he didn't waste any time and pulled off your underwear, throwing it behind him before his hands gripped onto your thighs and positioned your legs just how he liked it; feet propped up onto the bed, knees bend and your pussy on full display for his eyes only.

The gush of cold air made you whimper and even more excited than you already were. The intense gaze Taeyang had you locked onto him. You felt his hand slide down to your pussy and you gasped when he played with your wet lips, sliding up and down with slow movements, as if he was painting a picture with the slick you were presenting him.

He did find you just as beautiful as a painting. Taeyang knew you would laugh if he told you, but you were even more beautiful than all those women that've been painted over the centuries. He wish he could capture this in one, the sight of your heavily breathing chest going up and down, the anticipation in your eyes that told him he was the only one you'd bare yourself to.

You on the other hand found your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to press your lips to his, murmuring that it was okay, that you needed him, he didn't let those words go to waste and you gasped into his mouth when you felt him sink two of his finger past your entrance.

''Ah..Tae.''

Taeyang hums, gripping your chin to throw your head further back to attach his lips onto the exposed skin of yout throat. You felt your cheeks getting warmer not only because of the pit of your pleasure growing more and more with his fingers moving inside of you, but the way he spoke to you, the way his lips trailed a path full of praises down your body. From your throat to your stomach, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your bra that you totally forgot was still on and you whined at the feeling of it digging into your skin as you tugged on his hair to tell him to take it off.

And who was he to deny you from it, slipping his fingers out to pull the final piece that was hiding you from the pure Goddess that you are and immediately cupped your bare breasts that he loved to hold at any moment if he could while signig praises of how ethereal you looked to him.

You were looking at the ceiling, taking in every sensation that Taeyang brought with his lips and his hands that were gripping, sliding and moving all over your body like a home that he made himself so familiar with.

Taeyang was feeling his cock growing harder and harder in the constriction of his pants and he started rut his hips on the bed between your legs, moaning out your name while slipping your nipple between his lips what shakes him awake with the thought that he could have something else rolling between his teeth and he doesn't let any grass grow over that thought and moves his lips down south, resting his knees back on the carpet to come face to face with your glinstening pussy.

He groans at the sight, the scent of your arousal creates an even more need to show you how much you drive him crazy by simply existing.

'You on the other hand are going insane for a whole different reason and that's seeing your man fully clothed with a wicked grin plastered on his face as if he is ready to devour his favourite meal after a long day of practicing. And if Taeyang could read your mind, he would have agreed because that's exactly how he is feeling and somehow the tightness of his pants makes it feel like he is driving home right into you. But this time, today, in this moment it was all for you.

A dance he would dance every single day to show you that you are nothing but a gorgeous human being. That no one else compared to you and so he found his way between your legs again, spreading your thighs even more for better access and he happily took his first bite by sinking his teeth in the flesh of your thigh and hums with satisfaction before finally finding home with his tongue licking up his favourite taste in the universe, moaning loudly to let you know this is where he belongs.

You were nothing but a mess on the bed, breathing heavily while tying to keep your legs open, for him to have the room to work on his beautiful canvas as he likes to call it. But your body was starting to shake, feeling the heat of the fire spreading through your body as he tongue worked wonders, teasinly playing with your sensitive bud while he sank his fingers back into your craving hole and it made you feel so hot in so many ways that you completely forgot about the insecurity that was trying to break you down.

Now it was Taeyang's turn to break you down, molding you exactly in how he pictures you. A canvas that only he could shape into anything he wanted and he always would remember you that he was the one and only that knew how to work the art.

''Why is it that you taste so good, y/n. If I could drink this any day-'' The slurping sound did have you giggling, slapping his shoulder in a playful matter and he snickered, looking up at you and proudly showing off his shiny lips covered in your arousal, to you in a gorgeous smile. ''Never get enough.''

Going back in, he slowly pulled out his fingers only to replace them with his tongue while circling your clit with his thumb that had you closing your legs at the sudden spike of pleasure, but Taeyang presses your legs right back open, not having any of it and eats you further out without any bother pushing you over the edge more and more.

Your body is withering, your hands finding a life line with the sheets scrunched between your hands as you feel yourself falling over the edge when he loudly groans, the vibrations flowing through your body and you come right on his tongue.

Taeyang keeps you grounded on the bed with his arm thrown over your stomach, waiting out your spasms and slowly licking through your folds, careful not to overstimulate you.

Once you come down from your high, you stare at the ceiling, focused on the lamp hanging above you but Taeyang happily takes that attention right back to him when his face pops up in your vision, his hand wiping the cum of his chin with this 'stupid' smirk that he loves showing you right after. It's become routine at this point and you happily throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. He happily obliged, opening his mouth to let you in, sharing the taste of you that brings him just as much pleasure as it does for you.

"You okay?" Taeyang wraps his hand around yours, kissing your fingers before grabbing onto a pillow, lifting your head and places the pillow right beneath, wanting you to be comfortable.

"Okay?" You ask him in disbelief. "More than, that was.." You can't even get your thoughts together, still feeling the high soaring through you and you hear him chuckle. "Than my mission is almost complete."

Letting go of your hand, he starts to work on his pants, with quite a hurry as he feels like he is unable to breathe with how his cock is literally begging him to let it breathe. To bring him home to where he belongs.

You swat his hands away, wanting to do it for him and he whines for you to do it quickly, he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock.

"I don't want to wait any longer, please." You gasped when he gripped your wrists and push you down onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he pinned his gaze onto yours, daring you to move. He couldn't wait, he just couldn't and shimmied out of his pants, underwear quickly discarded and he let out a long grunt from satisfaction. He felt like he could breathe just a little better but naturally, only you could bring him that relief.

You always took him in when he undressed himself before you. His movements really were one of a kind, even when he wasn't dancing, he just moved around like he was and you could never get enough of it.

Crawling onto the bed, he wrapped your legs around his waist, getting you and himself comfortable and after he confirmed you were, he took ahold of his cock, spreading the precum over the skin before lining himself up at your entrance. You lifted your back just a little and the change of movement had the tip slipping right past your lips and you both moaned at the feeling, Taeyang getting the hint and sliding himself right past your walls, bringing it home atlast.

His lips trembled, toes curling when the warmth of your walls welcomed him in without any resistance and didn't care how loud the sound of his moan was, all he could focus on was how you gasped loudly, mouth falling open the moment he sank right into you.

"Feels good?" Taeyang was already panting, dropping his face in the crook of your neck and pulled his hips back only to slip back in. The slow drag of his cock going in and out, left you grasping onto his back, matching his movements with your own.

''Aren't you sounding so pretty f'me?'' Taeyang relished unto the sounds you let out everytime his hips bucked against yours and whined when he drew back. ''Being such a pretty girl, aren't you, dove?'' The nickname slipped out, coming so naturally to him, it turned you on even more, there was nothing on your mind at this point, besides your man and his cock driving into you.

Sitting up, Taeyang slid his hands from your legs to your waist, arching your hips to slide in just that deeper and you let out a yelp once he hit your spot. ''I can't hear you.'' Your eyes were closed, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto something, your nails digging into his wrists as you mewled with tears streaming down your face.

Now these tears were something he absolutely loved to see on you. Looking all so pretty for him with nothing on and his cock thrusting in and out of you as your walls clamped down onto him.

''Are you my pretty girl?'' He asked you again, fingers gripping your chin as he needed you to look at him, needed to see the pleasure he was giving you written all over your face. Your body was speaking for itself, throwing itself to him and giving him all the handles he needed to pleasure you.

"Fuck, Taeyang." You weren't hearing him, your legs slipping from his waist as you felt the fire in your stomach growing more and more for the second time that day but he wasn't gonna let you have it just like that. Not when you weren't answering him and did what he knew would get your attention - He slipped out.

Now this had your eyes flying open in an instant, wrapping your legs back around his waist, hoping it would stop him but ofcourse you knew it wouldn't work and you whined, hands grasping his shoulder, clawing onto them to bring him closer.

He didn't budge though, eventhough his cock was twitching at the loss of your warmth, eventhough he wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted, he wasn't going to until you agreed you were his pretty girl. That the thoughts that actually brought you in this moment were nothing but false images you had of yourself.

"I said are you my pretty girl?" the tone of his voice did let you know there was no discussing, no avoiding an answer. He wasn't gonna give you what you craved until you answered him.

His eyes were steadfast gazing into yours, not wavering and you felt his grip on your legs tightening. No bullshitting, no stuttering that's what he needed to hear from you.

"I am." It was soft, barely noticeable and you could tell he wasn't satisfied with that. A scoff was heard from him, teeth were scraping his lips and he leaned down, nose brushing against eachother as he breathed onto your lips. "No good enough, darling."

Taeyang knew this was gonna happen so he came up with a second plan to have you admit you were his pretty, gorgeous girl. His hand reached between his legs, his leaking cock resting in his palm and he started to flick his tip against your clit, your body reacted, your vocals agreeing that you were a foolish one for denying your man.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, y/n."

Your walls were clenching around nothing, throbbing - no begging for intrusion, it all felt like you were walking on a humid summer day, the slick of the hot weather sticking to you, bounding you to give in.

It was not like that was the only answer you could give him, he wasn't demanding you to say the right words that he longed to hear from you. Because he knew that you knew that you were his one and only pretty girl. That he saw beauty whenever he looked at you and that no one could take that away from you and him.

"Come on." Taeyang pressed his lips on your jaw, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration not to blow his load. He wasn't only teasing you - oh how he was torturing himself here too - he didn't want to end this on a high when you would slip back in the false mindset you've had after all of this.

"I am your pretty girl, Tyang... Just please!" More tears were making their way down your cheeks, body on fire, walls begging to be fucked at this point and your heart hammering in your chest like it was protesting against your mind, that she was the one you needed to listen to.

Taeyang was the one who made a home out of your heart after all.

Your sweaty palms cupped his cheeks as you brought your feet higher, settling them down on his back and digged your heels into his skin. Your body was telling him to get on moving, while you maintained eye contact as he finally slipped back in.

The both of you moaned out in satisfaction, yielding your bodies to pleasure without any thoughts lingering back in both minds.

Release.

Release was now the mission Taeyang set himself up upon. The release of all the tension and mistrust you've been putting on your body. You were gorgeous, you were breathtaking and just right how he loved you.

It didn't matter what size you were, beauty and love wasn't only stored in certain type of bodies. Love came in all shapes and all sizes, in all different conditions and he would be damned if he wasn't gonna let you know how fucking beautiful you were.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he started to thrust faster, his hand finding yours to squeeze as he shivered and felt his stomach dipping in the pleasure that was getting tighter and tighter with the way your walls were squeezing him for all he had.

"You're so good to me, so so good." His breath hitched in his throat, letting out quiet 'ah, ah' as his cock burned, ready to paint your walls in his favoutire colour.

And you, you loved how vocal he got when he got closer and closer to his release, his quiet breathes that got louder and louder and the way he started to babble, losing his words, fully immerged in the pleasure you were providing him.

"Only you know how to get me going, I am your pretty girl, Tyang. Only yours."

"fuck, yes. My pretty, pretty girl. Fuck.. Where do you want me, gorgeous?" Eventhough his mind was set on shooting his load right into you, perhaps that's not what you wanted and he managed to squeeze that out his mouth while he was trying to stay afloat.

His question had you clenching around him, the fact he asked you even after all the times he did come inside of you, he never forgot to ask although he and you both knew you wanted nothing but feel his sperm filling you up.

"Inside, inside - please." You practically begged him and your answer had him rolling his eyes back as he crashed his lips against yours.

A few more thrusts was that it took before your thighs started to shake and your orgasm washed over you, Taeyang not far behind, his whole body shivering as he shoot his release right where you needed him with a loud, beautiful moan.

Your body was milking him for all he had, and you gasped when you still felt him releasing inside of you and chuckled out of surprise.

"Wow.."

"Yeah..."

Rolling off you, he laid down beside you and breathed heavily, his dick still twitching after his release and he pulled you against him, needing to feel your body pressed against his. "You could say that again." Taeyang laughed out of disbelief and mere happiness as he looked over at you.

You were glowing, eyes sparkling in the late afternoon sun that was shining through the window. Last time he checked it just turned 1 when he walked up to the room to check on you.

"So, feeling pretty?" Taeyang smirked at you, raising an eyebrow to dare you to deny it. With a playful roll of your eyes, you hiked your leg over his and let the silence linger a little longer before answering him.

"I am feeling full, actually."

You were trying not to burst out in laughter at the way his jaw fell and how his ears were turning red but how could you not when he was everything you've dreamed of, you were just so happy you could love him like this, tease him whenever, your heart ready to burst from the happiness you were feeling.

He softly slapped your thigh, quickly messaging your muscles after, knowing it was probably gonna hurt after a couple of hours with the way he had you pressed against the matress and how he kept your legs locked around his waist, which reminded him.

"There is a premiere tonight.." This was what it all started, so he was a bit hesitant to bring it up now but he had to ask. He wouldn't be upset if you decided you didn't want to go, but he wasn't gonna lie either. He hoped you would go with him.

"Hmm." You hummed, smoothing down his hair that was wet with sweat as you thought about his question.

You knew that's how life was. There was always going to be something in this society that would make you feel less worthy than others, there were good days and sometimes there were days where you felt like crying but with Taeyang by your side (knowing that some people would tell you that a man shouldn't be the one to make you feel like you were worthy of love) you did feel beautiful, you did feel like you were capable of being loved for simply being who you were. And there was nothing wrong with that. Love is a basic necessity for a human after all. What is the world without love?

"There is a premiere indeed." Placing a kiss on his cheek, and one on his nose and the final one on his lips, you were more than ready to walk that red carpet with him. "That I would love to go to with you."

You could see his face lighting up more and he surprised you by rolling back ontop of you and you slapped his back, shaking your head with laugher. "We have to get ourselves ready if we want to be there, Tyang! Plus, I don't think I want to walk the red carpet with cum drying between my thighs no matter how much I love it."

And with that, Taeyang peeled you from the bed and guided you to the shower where he might have shown you again how hot you were to him.

[starcrossedxwriter]

Built for Love Part 3 (MBJ x Black Famous OC)

Warnings: angst, emotional distress (there will be more explicit warnings on the next chapter and beyond!)

A/N: I don't know what to say here except this is 4k words of our favs in a mopey sad phase lol

“Anything else for me, T?” Charlotte asked her agent as they sat in her office and reviewed her schedule for the upcoming months. Charlotte was finally back home in LA after filming Creed and a guest spot on a tv show, and was looking forward to a couple months of quiet before the Creed press tour. If she could push that off further, she would.  

Her nails tapped lightly on her phone as she texted her brothers, the siblings coordinating their surprise visit for their dad’s birthday later that week. 

“Just the MGM Productions Gala in two weeks,” Tamika answered as she scrolled through her calendar. 

Charlotte wrinkled her nose in confusion. “What’s that?” 

She waved her head. “Nothing big. Just a gala and party MGM throws for their Q3 and 4 movies. All the actors, producers, and writers are invited. They’ll premiere the trailer for Creed so you’ll walk the carpet with Michael, takes some pictures and likely go on stage when the trailer is shown. Seating chart has you and Michael next to each other. Nothing special but should be an easy and fun night.” 

Charlotte’s heart fell into her stomach as she heard his name, a nauseating feeling consuming her. The gala sounded like torture. How could she spend an entire evening glued to his side when he likely hated her? Would he even want to speak to her? she would not want to speak to her if she were him and now, he would have no choice.

However, she knew those concerns could not make their way to her agent. So instead, she simply nodded. However, she could not stop the quiet question that fell off her tongue, her own desires to know if Michael had raised an issue about the event were too powerful. 

“H-Has Michael heard about this?” She coughed lightly. “You know, reviewed the seating chart and everything?” 

Tamika nodded slowly, her eyes slowly but surely taking in the anxious and concerned look on the young woman’s face. 

“Yea… been emailing with his guy all morning. He said Mike ok’ed everything. Why? What’s wrong?” At Charlotte’s silence and anxious fidgeting, Tamika sat up in her chair, her arms folded against the cool glass of her desk. “Anything happen between you two that I should know about? Something that could bite us in the ass later.” 

Charlotte immediately shook her head. “No, no of course not. We’re good.” 

She knew that was not the truth. Radio silence for months hardly equated to good. She had considered reaching out to him, her regret urging her to open their text thread and type out a message only for her guilt to cause her to delete it once more. A vicious cycle she had been stuck on for weeks after the wrap party. At first, she felt his absence like a gaping wound that would not heal. It ached and throbbed so persistently she could not dare forget it. 

But in true Charlotte fashion, she threw herself into her work and her next project. It was just two months but the late nights and early mornings of tv consumed her life and energy, leaving little to no time to pine after Michael. And so eventually, that wound seemed to heal. Until today. Today, she felt as if she was bleeding out again with nothing around to stop it. 

Tamika rolled her eyes before turning back to her computer. Charlotte could tell she did not believe her. However, she appreciated that she did not push her for an answer.

“Ok well… whatever’s not going on between you two, fix it before October. You’re gonna be spending a lot of time with him to promote the film and films sell better when the cast actually likes each other. Got it?” 

“Understood.”

****

Rambunctious laughter filled Michael’s basement as he and his boys gathered for their monthly poker game. Even though he always lost money, it was one of his favorite nights. Just a night when he wasn’t famous or an actor, he was just a guy unwinding with liquor, weed, and good conversation.

“Nigga… you’d think you’d be better at this shit by now,” Steelo called across the table to Michael who merely shook his head. 

“I know, I know. I’m tryin’. Ain’t my night, I guess.” 

“Nah you ain’t doing shit. This the worst you’ve played and you the worst poker player a nigga has ever seen. It’s embarrassin’,” his trainer and friend, Calliet, told him. “Somethin’s got you preoccupied. Tell us so we can get on with the night.” 

Michael scratched the back of his head. Was there anything he could say that did not make him look like a desperate love sick puppy to his boys? Because the only thing consuming his attention these days was one person he had not even spoken to or seen in months: Charlotte. He tried and tried to push her out of his mind by fucking his way through models and actresses, hoping someone would make him feel even an ounce of what he felt when he was by her side. But none of them held a torch to her. So he tried to avoid thinking about her at all costs, locking his emotions away in a cage for as long as possible. However, when he found out about their upcoming event, the bars on that cage had gotten more fragile with each passing day. 

“Anything to do with seeing Charlotte in a couple weeks?” His brother asked with a smirk on his face. 

Everyone around the table laughed at how Michael’s entire being shifted as soon as her name was mention. 

“Ahhh there we go. It’s a woman… it’s always a damn woman,” Calliet sighed deeply. “What happened?” 

Michael tossed his cards face down on the table, his hand rubbing his eye for a moment before he shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know? And that’s what’s tripping me up. One minute she seemed like she was all in a-and wanted to be with me. And the next, she pushed me away. Said she didn’t deserve me… whatever the hell that means.” Michael paused. “I dunno. It was fuckin’ weird. She seemed almost scared? Or like the idea of dating me had her in a panic.” 

He tried hard not to think about that night even though it often played in a loop in his head. It played so clearly in his mind like it was a movie. He could still see the tears in her eyes a-and the tension in her body, and hear the brokenness and panic in her voice. Despite his efforts to push it out of his mind, it persisted and he dissected and analyzed it ever since. 

Michael stood up and went to the bar in his basement, pouring himself another glass of scotch. He leaned over the back of his chair, watching the men continue to play. He knew there was no point in him continuing the game. That was just a recipe for him to make himself poorer while his friends got rich of his terrible poker game.

“Sounds like she’s playin’ you bro,” Michael’s brother chimed in. 

“Yep. And honestly, that shit sounds like too much baggage,” Steelo interjected. “You aint got time for that. She might be great but there’re plenty of women out here to fuck and date. No sense in being sad over one of ‘em.” 

The other men except for Calliet and Ryan chimed in with their agreement, though that did not surprise Michael. The rest of his friends were in the same place in life in terms of relationships: single and doing them. Their lives were all about the hustle, which meant love and relationships took a backseat. And he would admit, he was like them before he met Charlotte. However, she made him want more. And though there may be more fish in the sea, there was none like her. And he did not see a future as clearly with anyone else as he did with Charlotte. He knew that for certain. 

Calliet let out a low chuckle. “No wonder y’all niggas is single. “As the only married niggas here, you want our advice?” He gestured at he and Ryan. At Michael’s nods, he placed his cards down. “If you want her, you gotta fight for her. It seems to me like she’s scared - for whatever reason. Maybe you just be there for her and see if she comes around.” 

“You want him to wait around for some pussy?? Nahhhh,” his boy Tyrell threw his cards down in annoyance. “He can do better than that.” 

“Aye, watch yo fuckin’ mouth,” Michael’s tone cut the humorous vibe in the room immediately, his anger evident to everyone.  

Tyrell raising his hands in surrender as the other men snickered quietly. “My bad. No disrespect. I’m just sayin’ you got plenty of options, bro. She really worth chasin’ after?” 

“You told me day 1 she was your future wife, on screen and off. I got the texts to prove it,” Ryan waved his phone in his hand. “If you really believe that shit, then she’s someone worth chasin’. ’N I don’t know what’s holding her back but I watched y’all every day for months. She’s feelin’ you.” 

“Then why won’t she just say that shit?” Steelo argued. 

Michael just watched the men debate back and forth, his love life once again the subject of a riveting debate amongst his friends. He could not even get a word in.

“Who the fuck knows? But it doesn’t matter. She didn’t say that she doesn’t wanna fuck with you. She said she aint deserve you. That sounds like two very different things to me. Seems like somethin’ she’s gotta work through, not that she doesn’t want something with you. I ain’t sayin’ put your life on hold but you ain’t gotta close the door on it just yet if you ain’t ready. Just talk to her.” 

“I dunno,” Michael finally spoke up. “Hearing no once was more than enough for me. I never felt for a woman like I feel for her. And she just pushed me away.” 

“Look. I ain’t saying chase the girl. But you don't gotta close the door on it either just because your pride is bruised,”  Calliet added on, he and Ryan offering the sage advice Michael truly needed to navigate this situation. “At the very least, next time you talk, time as passed, you could get some clarity on why she wasn’t ready and if the feelings were mutual. Get some closure. But who knows, it might be a yes. And if she was worth the risk then and those feelings haven’t changed, she should still be worth it now. Then at least, you’ll have a definitive answer and you can stop being this mopey-ass nigga who I can’t stand. Moping around the gym n shit.” 

Michael bowed his head and laughed with the rest of the group. They were not wrong; he had been “mopey” since returning to LA from Creed but it had gotten significantly worse since he found out he would be seeing Charlotte earlier than expected.  

“Aight aight. I’ll think about it."

“My man!” The boys seated around him clapped him on the back. 

“Hit me up tomorrow, fellas," Stello called out across the table. "I'm taking bets on whether this nigga actually tries again." At Michael's surprised expression, Stello merely laughed. "Sorry man, I've never known you to chase after a woman or even give them a second chance. Relationships are the one area you play it safe." 

His words stuck with him as he slid back into his seat to continue playing. His streak of terrible luck continued as he milled over what his friends said. Steelo was not wrong, there was a part of him that wanted to write Charlotte off for pushing him away. But something stopped him every time he tried. He could not tell who was right: his married friends who told him to not give up or his friends who had known him his entire life. But he knew he only had a week to figure out what path he wanted to take. One certainly saved him potential heartache but it could also rob him of a love that was one of a kind. The other was a risk but a life with Charlotte was a pay off he could not pass up without thought. As Steelo pointed out, Michael took a lot of risks… just not with his heart.

***

“You sure you’re good, squirt?” Her dad asked as they chatted at dinner.

Charlotte glanced up from her plate, her entire family eyeing her with concerned looks. 

“Of course, of course,” she assured everyone, immediately fixing her frown into a half-hearted smile. She hoped it was big enough to draw attention away from her and onto someone else. 

“You sure? You’ve just been quiet all weekend.” 

She rubbed her eyes, annoyance settling in her as her family questioned her words. She understood why. There was once upon a time where she told lie after lie after lie to hide how she was doing. And now, if she seemed even a bit off, they did not believe her assurances that all was well even when it was. She would not believe her if she was them either though. 

“Just tired, dad. Two back-to-back projects has just been more exhausting than I thought. That’s all.” 

“Yea pops, you know how Charlie gets when she’s in the zone. All quiet and moody with all that method shit.” 

The table erupted in laughter, Charlie reaching over and gently hit her brother, Jackson, across his arm. While there was a significant age gap between her, the youngest, and her two eldest siblings, she and Jackson were only a year apart and had grown up virtually glued to each other’s hip. 

“Jack! Language!” Their dad chastised him, though there was no real bite in his bark. 

“Thank you, dad!” Charlotte, forever a daddy’s girl, threw her brother a smirk. “And method, yes! Moody, never!”

At her side glances her entire family shared with each other, her jaw slightly fell open in shock. 

“Seriously??” 

“In your defense,” her eldest brother, CJ, interjected. “I think it’s more so the characters you choose. Loners… moody…or depressed. And that just ain’t you, not when you’re yourself at least.” 

Charlotte could not particularly disagree with her brother’s assessment. It was not every character she had played since she became a professional actress. But she could not deny there was a theme across many of them. She had been drawn to characters who were alone in the world in some way: whether literally alone and without family or alone to contend with pain and struggles no one else knew about or could help with. They were all internally tortured by something. And well, that was a feeling Charlotte knew all too well. 

“So what’s next, movie star?” CJ asked her. 

She shrugged. “Ummm got a gala next week a-and then I’ll be back in LA for a while. Then we’ll have the Creed press tour and that’ll take up most of the fall.” At the mention of the movie, her thoughts drifted back to him. Though it did not take much these days for her thoughts to land her on his doorstep again. All roads led back to Michael. “B-but that’s it. Enough about me. We are here to celebrate dad.” She squeezed his hand, grateful to push the attention away from her and back to their father’s birthday. 

She barely heard the rest of the conversation that carried her family through dinner, only joining in when spoken to or to laugh along with the rest of the group. Her moodiness, as of late, had little to do with her characters and a lot to do with her impending dread at laying eyes on a certain actor again. She knew she would have to eventually but she thought she had more time to avoid him and her feelings about how they ended. That wound was reopened and all of her regret, shame, and pain flowed from it like blood. 

She knew she needed to let him go. She had given up her shot and she would need to find a way to live with that. But knowing she needed to move on and actually doing it was harder than it seemed.

However, it was her dad’s birthday and she knew her family worried about her too much so she tried to force herself to display the cheerful and upbeat disposition she knew her family was looking for. However, at the end of dinner, when she and her siblings and their spouses retreated to the basement, her facade started to fall.

“Open the windows, CJ,” Charlotte called over to him as he pulled a joint out of his bag and she grabbed liquor from their dad’s bar. “Dad’s gonna kill us if he smells weed.” 

“Us maybe,” Jackson mused. “But not his baby girl. He probably thinks you’ve never done drugs. His perfect little Charlie.” 

“Don’t be jealous,” she stuck her tongue out at him playfully. 

“She drew the genetic lottery… Youngest daughter? Best position to be in in the family. You got all us, except Tiffany,” he referenced the eldest Bennet sibling who could not attend their dad’s birthday weekend, “wrapped around your finger since birth.”  

She laughed and flopped onto the couch next to her best friend from college and sister in law, Lauren.  “What can I say,” she took the joint from her brother. “A gift and a curse.” 

Charlotte fell silent as she let the two couples guided the conversation. She rarely engaged, only laughing when necessary or moving to ensure the blunt made its rounds throughout the group. CJ and his husband, Allen, were both attorneys, which meant they tended to stir up lively debate amongst the group. Charlotte rarely engaged in their debates unless the topic was interesting. But Jackson and his wife, Lauren, while not attorneys, loved to go back and forth with them. 

So, she just let them fall into their usual banter while she tried to stop herself from falling into a sea of thoughts about Michael. All she could think about was what she was going to say and do when she saw him again. Should she apologize? Pretend like nothing happened and act like old friends? Take her cues from him? She had no idea. All of them sounded like equally terrible ideas and none of them were actually what she wanted to do, which was admit she fucked up and that she loved him. But that seemed like a terrible idea in its own twisted sort of way.

“Charlie!” Lauren shook her knee lightly to get her attention. Charlotte broke out of her quiet trance to turn to Jackson who had clearly been talking to her. 

“Now don’t hate me, C,” he started to say, causing Charlotte to immediately groan. She sat up a little straighter, her mind already ready to be annoyed with her older, meddling brother. 

“Oh no, what did you do??” 

“I may or may not have given your number to a guy at the office. AND,” he raised his voice to drown out Charlotte’s immediate protests, “Before you say no, it is one date, C. He is really cute, he’s a sports agent, really well established in the industry, and he’s sweet. Don’t fight me on this.” 

Charlotte rolled her eyes, frustration at her sibling’ meddling already boiling over. She immediately turned to Lauren, who raised her hands in surrender. “Did you know about this??” 

“I told him you weren’t gonna go for it.” 

“And yet… here he is… still presenting it.” She scoffed. “You need to listen to your wife more, big head. I don’t need a fucking matchmaker, Jay. I’m good and happy being single.”

She prayed her tone sounded decisive and sure; however, she knew it betrayed her by the skeptical looks on her family’s faces. She desperately wanted it to be true, desperately desired to be satisfied with the waves of loneliness she felt. She used to consider loneliness to be like an oasis. She felt protected and safe in its waters. It’s waves crashed but she welcomed it because loneliness was the only sure sign that no one was around to hurt her again. 

However, now, she felt as if she was drowning in it. Drowning in the frigid, dark waters, desperate for a lifeline and helping hand, someone to pull her out and hold her close. She tried to pull herself out of it, to find her way back to the oasis again, but each wave just pushed her right back down. And she knew one path to escape the waves altogether, but she could not force herself to do it. She was still not sure she was ready. 

“Well now we’re fuckin’ lyin’,” CJ muttered, causing Allen to gently hit him on the shoulder and tell him to hush. “What? She is lyin’.” 

“Alright, alright,” Lauren interrupted. “I think your brothers… and I, are just worried about you. It’s been two years. It’s great to be single and happy if you truly are. But I’ve known you for a minute, Charlotte. I don’t think you are. You don’t want to be alone forever, do you? What happens when the next guy shows interest? Are you just gonna push him and anyone else away forever? You fought like hell to leave so you could be happy. Pushing people and love away isn’t gonna make you happy.” 

Charlotte scoffed at herself, a wave of bitterness hitting her. She hated how Lauren was always right, a habit that incensed her since college. She was not wrong. That was all Charlotte knew how to do, push men who wanted her away, even when she wanted them back. 

“It’s all I know how to do,” she muttered, unable to hide that bitterness and anger at herself in her voice. 

She glanced up at the ceiling as she felt tears sting the back of her eyes. 

“Fuck!” She cried out. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered. She pressed her hands into her eyes to stop the tears from falling. Her family knew she hated to cry in front of people, hated when they saw her cry.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jackson moved from his perch across the room to sit on the other side of his sister, his arm wrapping tightly around her. “My bad, C. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want you to be happy.” 

“No, no. It’s not you o-or the date. I j-just hate this! Hate that I found someone amazing and I’m so fucked up, all I can do is push him away. And I t-thought it was for the right reasons but fuck, I am just miserable without him,” she cried out, finally voicing the feelings that plagued her for months. She had not meant to share that with her family or anyone. But in this heightened emotional state, she could not hold it in any longer. 

“Wait, you met someone??” Lauren’s eyes grew wide, an air of excitement settling over her. “Who was he??”

Charlotte’s eyes fell down to her cup. She was not ready to have this conversation. She had never told her friends or family about the feelings between she and Michael, or that she rejected him. She knew none of them would understand. She knew they would merely hear that she turned down THE Michael B. Jordan and think she was a lunatic. But she also knew she would not get an ounce of peace if she did not tell them now. The cat was most certainly out of the bag. 

“Michael…” 

“Wait - Michael B Jordan?? Wallace from the Wire??” 

“Your co-star, THE Michael B Jordan??” 

“Oh shit, y’all hooked up??” 

Charlotte let out a disgruntled groan as the room erupted in shock, exactly what she was trying to avoid.

“No, no. We didn’t hook up. But we got close during filming, spent a lot of time together. We kissed a-and at our wrap party, he told me he loved me. And I… fuck, it was like Shaun was right there, like I could still feel him and h-hear his voice reminding me that no one could ever love me.” Her head fell into her hands. “And I… couldn’t take it. So I pushed him away.” She wiped a stray tear from her face. “I dunno. Guess somethings never change. I’ll always be that girl he said I was.” 

“You always underestimating yourself, Charlotte.” Jackson shook his head. “You are a far cry from the woman who moved into my spot two years ago. That woman could barely fuckin’ look me or - shit - anyone in the eye. You didn’t get out of bed, you barely ate… for months, you were a shell of the woman we knew. And then you put in the work, you found you again. You’re healing and yea that shit takes time. But it’s progress. The Charlotte who was with Shaun and this Charlotte today are two different people. You gotta start celebrating every step forward.”  

“He’s right. And maybe this is the next step in your process. Finally taking a step back into the dating pool. You know the signs, you know what to look for now. You just have to trust your gut,” Allen offered her with an encouraging smile. 

“It’s not that easy, y’all. He… broke me,” her voice fell to a soft whisper. “And I just barely put the pieces back together. And Bakari is… perfect,” the word came out in a strangled sigh. “B-But if he… if he breaks me, I… just don’t think my heart can handle it again.” 

“Do you honestly believe Michael is like him?” 

She immediately shook her head. She would not claim to know Michael that well. But he was nothing like that Shaun, that much she knew. 

“I think he is the furthest thing from Shaun ever honestly. I just don’t think he’d ever do the things Shaun did.” And she truly believed that. Over a year in therapy taught her every sign she missed and when she meticulously examined her interactions with Michael, she did not see a single one with him. 

“OK then. He might hurt you, that’s true. He might break your heart. But that’s fucking life… that’s love. But if your gut is saying he isn’t Shaun then, at least, you can take the plunge knowing he won’t hurt you like that. He won’t break you.” 

“You gotta stop letting him win, Charlie.”

She shook her head. “He already won, Lo. Game’s been over. Probably what keeps him warm at night. Where ever he is, he knows he got what he wanted all the same.” 

“No.” Lauren answered defiantly, refusing to listen to her best friend’s defeatist attitude. “If the game was over, you’d be dead. That’s the endgame for him.” The tension in the room thickened as Lauren spoke, the words were harsh but Charlotte knew they were true. “And you aren’t. You’re here and you’re fucking killing it. Every day, you win by just living your life, being you and loving. Everything he took from you or said you couldn’t have and didn’t deserve? Those are his words, his lies. And every time you believe him over the people who actually love you,” she gestured to their little circle. “And what you know to be true about yourself, you give him power and he keeps taking pieces of you. Keep doing that and you’ll never be happy and you’ll never be free. Then he will win.” 

She glanced at Jackson who merely shrugged. “You and I both know she’s always right.” 

Charlotte let out a pitiful laugh. “I know and I fuckin’ hate it.” She sighed deeply. “I just… even if I deserved him, it’s too late. I have to see him next week a-and h-he probably never wants to talk to me again.” 

“That asshole stole so many good things from you, Charlie. And if there is anyone in this damn family who deserves a good thing, it’s you. If Michael is really what you want, then don’t let him take that too. When you see him next week, shoot your shot. See what happens.” 

“And if that nigga ain’t interested anymore… fuck him,” CJ called from across the room, everyone rolling their eyes at his bluntness but nodding in agreement.

“And you move on.” Lauren added more tactfully. She rubbed Charlotte’s knee gently. “But stop torturing yourself and all of us and just try, sis. Please.” 

Charlotte tearfully laughed, wiping her eyes. 

“I really hate you guys,” she whispered, tearfully laughing as she wiped her eyes. 

“We know.” 

Charlotte’s head gently fell onto her brother’s shoulder as he placed a quick kiss on the top of her head before transitioning the conversation to a lighter topic. She sighed to herself. 

Shoot your shot.

Sounded easy enough. But where Michael was concerned, Charlotte had only played the coward, too scared to face her true feelings and his. This would require her to play a role she had not in a long time, one that she feared she had forgotten entirely: someone who was fearless. While she did not know if she had it in her, her family did. And their faith and confidence in her was enough to overcome her self-doubt. When she saw Michael next weekend, she was going to choose happiness. She was going to choose him. 

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A/N: Ok sorry for no scenes with Els/Bakari together this chapter but for my own sanity, I had to break it up into two chapters lol we will get our Els/Bakari reunion in chapter 4. We got a little bit more of Charlotte's backstory and got to meet her family who will be around… what do we think? How is "shooting her shot" gonna go? Is Michael gonna be receptive or are his feelings still too hurt from rejection? And do you think she actually follows through this time?

[thebrownssociety]

Tweety really didn't know how he ended up in these situations. All he'd wanted to do was go to Downtown Toontown to do some shopping. Now he was being eyed up as some hungry cats dinner.

"Ooh, dere's a bad ol' puddy cat watchin' me." Tweety said, mainly out of habit.

The sales-girl looked concerned. "Do you want me to get security?" She indicated the tough-looking rat in the corner, who was smoking a cigarette.

Tweety smiled and shook his head. "I'ww be awwight." Heading out, it was no surprise to the young canary to be grabbed by a cat. Not in the mood to be jerked about, Tweety bit the cats thumb hard enough to draw ink and started to fly off while the cat was jumping about like he was on fire. The bird did a double-take when he recognised the young cat. "Juniow?"

Sylvester's son- the spitting image of his father - glared and sucked his thumb. "Who wants to know?" His eyes went wide when he recognised the bird. "Tweety? Oh, Tweety!" He grabbed the bird and hugged him tightly, while Tweety gasped for air. "I'm lost! And so hungry." The young cat said, pitifully.

Tweety rolled his eyes. "Yes, weww. You'we not eating me. What awe you even doing hewe? Whewe's youw fathew?" He looked around, aware that this might be a trick, but the lack of father-cat and the despairing look in Junior's eyes made him think this might not be the case.

With that the younger cat launched into his story. It seemed he'd been dragged against his will to a clothes shop to get a suit for the premier of 'Goldimouse And The Three Cats.' While there he and Sylvester Sr had had an argument, which had escalated quickly and Junior decided to make his father suffer by running away. He was intending to go back home, but instead of saying 'Uptown Toontown' to the bus driver he'd said 'Downtown Toontown' and here he was.

He'd been to afraid of the 'mean-looking' bus driver to ask for a ride back [and he didn't have the money anyway.] so figured he'd hang out Downtown until either his father turned up or he found some money. One of the two. Three hours later and he was hungry. Cue the situation...

"I see." Tweety said. "Weww, in that case we better get you home. Fowwow me." So led to the slightly strange sight of a bird leading a cat by the hand onto a bus and basically guarding him on the journey home. Tweety distracted Junior by playing I-Spy with him as well as quizzing him on all the times he'd outwitting his father. That was quite a long game that kept them entertained until the bus drove into Uptown Toontown's station.

Tweety caught sight of a familiar-looking set of pussycats outside the window and grinned. "Eh...Junior. I tawt I saw some puddycats...." At the bus station was a anxious-looking Sylvester who was pacing up and down, while his wife stood next to him, foot tapping and steam gently coming out her ears.

Junior lit up. "Father! Mother!" He didn't even wait for the bus to stop properly, teleporting himself outside and into their arms.

Tweety flew over and hovered next to the family. Eventually he was noticed by Sly, who glared at him. "What are you doing here, pipsqueak?"

"Father, Tweety saved me." Junior said, indignantly.

Both Sly and Sylvia looked alarmed, and Tweety quickly explained what had happened.

"Well." Sylvia said, warmly. "Thank you! You must come to dinner one night."

Tweety must have looked cautious, because Sylvia quickly added. "As a guest, not dinner."

The bird nodded. "Yes...that would be...nice." He smiled. Sylvia smiled back and took Junior by the hand leading him away.

Sly looked fondly after them, then turned back to Tweety. "Hey...listhen. Thanksth. For looking after him. Eh..." The older cat stuck his hand out.

Tweety laughed at the formality of it, but shook his hand anyway.

[happilestangi]

True Story: So when I was 15 my sister brought home some short eerie blonde dude that when we met he shook my hand super hard and hurt it, and she said this guy (who she was dating) can be my “music mentor” I didn’t know what to think but I found out he was in a band and was a voiceover artist so I believed it. We started this “mentorship” and I met a publicist through him at his premier who came over one day bringing a director which is the same one that literally created my siblings so-called “success” they have now, but really they’re just empty shells, wicked human beings posing as normal people. Anyway, back to the story, and Fast forward over a year later having our “mentorship” but really after all his brainwashing, manipulation, and threats against me telling anybody how he was taking advantage of me, a 15 year old child, sexually, and he was a fully grown 29 year old (no he didn’t help me in music one bit), and when i finally cut myself out of his life and came back home, immediately I was sent away by my mom to a mental hospital and treatment center for getting in a fight with her because she was trying to force me into Scientology.

The only reason I wasn’t in the treatment center until I was 18 was because some producer I met one time said he would take care of me and produce my music in Hungary, but all he did was sit around and let his step kids steal my stuff from the laundry and my room. I was then pawned off onto my moms psychotic gay friend Paul, lived with him in his house until I couldn’t take it anymore after less than a year, so then I was living out of my vehicle until I found a cheap apartment my mom agreed to pay rent. I ended up being trapped there for six years asking my mom to please let me live with her or go anywhere else as I was surrounded by drug addicts and party people being loud next door all day and night, I couldn’t focus or do anything there let alone put myself together enough to get a job as everybody around me was preying on me constantly alone in that apartment.

All of this, as one would imagine, only made me angry and didn’t help but only hindered my progress as a human being, my mom was also dying from cancer for the majority of the time I was stuck in that apartment in the most ghetto neighborhood in the heart of Hollywood, refusing to let me live with her and help her, which would’ve helped me. She actually chose to let some of my friends live with her instead and take care of her, which I know I would’ve done a far better job at. My siblings were always nonexistent during any misfortune in the family and nowhere to be found when I needed help, wasn’t there for my mom when she was dying but only to profit by receiving checks for thousands to help her at hospitals, and when I ever luckily was allowed over or got ahold of my mom on the phone she would guilt-trip me for paying my rent and gas, yet gave me no way out. She once told me that if she never birthed me she would’ve had more kids, which was insane to say because she and my dad divorced six months after I was born, so it was their fault not mine.

One night I got into an argument with the racist black next door neighbor who had 7+ people living with her somehow because I had enough of her keeping me up all night playing her TV right where I sleep and we ended up getting into an altercation on my doorstep, they called the cops and lied that I came at them on their doorstep when she came at me with her two friends backing her up. So yeah I was arrested and not them, and that wasn’t enough because Her and her friends went out of their way to frame me in court, all having different stories but oddly still making everybody believe them, my mom hired an attorney that sat on the case, didn’t fight for me and didn’t get necessary evidence like pictures of my broken window because they kicked it when I closed my door on them and locked it, in the end I was lucky to be charged with only resist arrest and threats because of the superior job (to the paid attorney) my public defender did in the end.

Of course I was bullied endlessly by all the gross women in prison, until I made it to the honor dorm and finally got some peace and some friends. Can’t even tell you how many times I switched rooms and “bunkies” because I ended up with one abusive jealous person after the next. When I got out three months earlier because I completed all the programs offered and never got a write-up, I was given an apartment to live in by my siblings, they made a verbal agreement with me that I would work for them and let them keep my third of the rental income to live there. And this was a very expensive apartment, especially just for one person, I never found another one nor did they ever help me find another one but just enslaved me instead and never communicated anything about what was going on with my moms estate and if they ever did it was to justify them not giving me a penny of my distribution when it was their fiduciary duty… i even paid out of the life insurance benefit a loan to my sister of $7k and helped upkeep the properties fot $40k. Not to mention they were actively trying to get me thrown back in jail lying to my parole agent and trying to get my friends to as well!

I basically fell into another trap and was held there by the hands of my own flesh and blood, just like before in Hollywood, I was stuck in that apartment for six years, having to deal with the crazy tenants my sister brought in who were all alcoholics drug addicts and party people keeping me up all night and distracting me all day, I was unable to focus on my own life and was working without pay… this lasted for YEARS (2018 to 2023) until they decided to evict me out of nowhere, lying that I wasn’t paying rent when we had that agreement, and since I hired some random guy who wasn’t an attorney but lied and defrauded me and I then lost my case.

My sister threatened to sell the property she was supposed to give me unless I signed a settlement agreement (that made it so that’s all I received even if it’s not an equal third like my mom wanted in her will), and which made no sense at all because she had to give me the money regardless (minus her “trustee fee” which she still requested again after already taking it) and I hired a real attorney when one of the properties were going into default because of the giant loans they took out while they were keeping me as their slave. This lawyer took a percentage of my distribution that ended up being an extortionate amount, which he took in full without my knowledge or approval when he cashed the check also without my approval and knowledge… and we have been going through court to no avail for two years, him doing basically next to nothing to help this end faster… even when my (malevolent) siblings finally agreed to a mediation after 8 fucking years of me requesting, he forgot the substantial evidence that I paid thousands for, which was an account of the money I paid to upkeep the properties. He’s fired obviously!

Honestly I could write a novel about how much suffering I have endured at the hands of my own family, reckoning myself to Britney Spears, but I am the antithesis of her. I wish I had the time and energy. Every single person that I was supposed to trust with my life actually ruined my life with every chance they got. It’s amazing I’ve been able to even end up remotely “safe” with an illegal immigrant I met randomly at a cafe because I got evicted so suddenly and didn’t have the time to get another place. This guy has been the only person in my entire life who’s been consistent, but he’s also an asshole who takes advantage of me. Barely a friend and definitely not a partner at all, but at least he’s “there if I need somebody” = his own words.

I’ve been raped at least once by every guy I’ve been in a situationship with and I’ve been almost killed. I wish I was never born in that family and/or given up for adoption before they ruined my childhood, young and adult life, and they still have their evil clutches gripping at the last morsels of life force and vitality that they can drain out of me while I’m still stuck here. I know nobody ever asks if I’m ok or how I’m doing and just judges me but I felt like giving at least a summary as to why I’ve been venting poetry and trying to get any kind of attention from my friends online, but of course to no avail. I even met with one of the stalker “friends” I once had and they admitted they were reading everything but responding to nothing. As expected, Nothing works out for me in the new Babylon, I’ve always been treated like a doormat and outcasted by the very people who go out of their way to take my favor and trust in the first place. Like why? Just leave me BE

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Elvis Stunt (Austin Butler x Reader)

Listen, I love my fake dating to actual dating okay. Yes, I might’ve just spoiled the whole fic, but I mean- Let me be. I just kept writing and writing. Sure, it took me three nights to write this but- Leave me alone okay...

We are also not going to judge the amount of Austin fics I am currently writing. Yes, there are about... several more planned. Don’t ask me when more Elvis fics are coming because I don’t know. For right now... It’s Austin’s time to shine. 

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Priscilla!Actress!Reader

Warnings: Light Swearing, Fake Dating, Fluff, Spelling and Grammatical Errors most likely. 

Word Count: 3.9k

"So... we just go out in public? Hold hands? That's it?" You asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Amanda was head of the pr team for the whole Elvis film. She had suggested that yourself and Austin start a fake relationship to... promote the film a bit. You two were both playing two well-known people in the world. Elvis and Priscilla Presley.  

"Yes of course. It'll be a great idea. Austin Butler stars as the new face of Elvis. Y/n Y/l/n, the face of Priscilla. The dream team." Amanda spoke in response. You looked at her confused. 

"You do realize Elvis cheated on Priscilla a bunch right?" You pointed out to her. It was just the truth in the matter. While Elvis and Priscilla both 'looked' happy on the outside, but their relationship was a mess. While the two loved each other very much, that didn't stop the insecurities from tearing them apart. 

"Look, it's just for while we're filming. interviews, you'll join each other on premiers. Then after a few months past you two can break off silently."  She explained. You thought about it for a bit. Who knows how long you could be filming for, or even how long editing would take. Everything could take months... years... you could be stuck in this fake relationship. 

It wasn't like you didn't want to be stuck in a fake relationship with Austin. I mean come on, have you seen this man? One of the nicest most considerate people you have ever meant. Of course, there are his gorgeous looks as well, but sometimes you forget about that. All you saw... was him.

"I think it's a smart idea. To promote the film and everything." Austin chimed in. Was he seriously okay with this? I mean.. this was Austin we're talking about. He actually cared about people. He wasn't someone to... fake date someone. Well, you could consider acting in a show or movie... where you gave to play someone who is in a relationship... sure you could consider that fake dating. Austin wouldn't fake date in real life, even if it was for publicity. 

"People will be excited for the movie no matter what." You once again pointed out the facts. A film about Elvis that was... well actually good? Sure, there were movies with mentions of Elvis or just... Elvis films, but they weren't that good. Baz had an envision, and everyone will love it.

"You just don't want to date me hm?" Austin teased you lightly.  You didn't even know what to say. It would be an honor to date Austin really. A blessing in fact. Maybe you were chewing off more than you could but... it was the truth.

"What? No, I- I just don't find a need for this." You tried to rectify yourself.

"If you're worried you're going to end up falling for him, we can make sure that won't happen," Amanda spoke up. How can you even prevent someone from falling in love with someone? There was no possible way to do that. 

"It's only when we're in public, Y/n. It'll be okay." Austin tried to reassure you. A light sigh left your lips and you shook your head. There were so many signs inside of you screaming not to do this. Hell, you knew working on this movie with Austin would make you fall for him, to be 'dating' would just seal the deal. Yet, it was a great marketing scheme... and many people have done it plenty of times before...

"Fine fine, It won't last long so... why not." You shrugged within your response. 

"That's great news! I'll set up a few fake dates if you guys here and there... to get the news cranking in... Then once filming wraps up and interviews come in... that's when stuff will hit. Then premiers especially... I'll send you both a list of dates."

Just as filming started, it came to a quick end. Not just because time passed quickly, but because there was a sickness going around the world. It was... it was painful. An absolute mess, and well... the world shut down. Sure, that put a huge damper on everything. Yet, Amanda still had you two get out and be seen. Sure, it was only for groceries and occasional walks... but... a time like this... it brings people together.

"So, you and Y/n... how did that happen? I mean, everyone is talking about it. A beloved couple whose actors end up dating in real life? I mean, what's the story behind that?" Matthew, the interviewer, asked Austin. You weren't currently on this interview, you actually weren't due for a few more hours. 

"That is actually a funny story," Austin chuckled lightly and rubbed his chin. "It all started as a pr stunt really."

"A pr stunt really? Like a Robert Patterson and Kirsten Stewart?" Matt brought up the late Twilight stars relationship. The same relationship that lasted four years. Then again, a decent amount of relationships do end. Austin liked to savor his relationships. Really... he wanted to be all fourth in them.

"Well, I hope it lasts longer than that," Austin spoke. Truth be told, he wanted to marry you. You two have been in a relationship for three years... even if it was fake at first. It always felt real to him. 

"So, how does something like this happen?" Matthew asked. You were sure everyone wondered how something like this started. Sure, it's great publicity... but... how does something like this even happen? He had the correct questions. 

"Well, it all depends really. You need to see positive outcomes, and Twilight had multiple films, and people wanted them together. When it comes to a biopic... Well, when people see the actors that played such an iconic couple... people tend to go giddy and feel the need to see the on-screen romance in person." Austin described it the best he could. 

"So it's all really just a plan to get people to watch the movie?" Matthew asked in return, just trying to understand everything. Which was true. All publicity in the end. That was what a pr stunt was in the end. Just all stunts to get people to want to spend their money on the film. 

"Pretty much so. People want to see the romance between couples who don't share much on social media." Austin said, pushing in a bit of his own life. Sure, he had social media... but he never posted on it. If he did... it was only to promote a film or something. 

"You don't post much on social media. Do you think people will get that small chance of insider in your guys' relationship?"

"That's what people search for. Baz, he took a lot of videos on his phone. He really acted like a proud mother, but he said that there was so much on-screen chemistry. The fans are in for a real treat." Austin answered. Just as Baz felt, Austin himself felt the chemistry. Maybe it was because the two of you had grown closer during the lockdown. 

"That's great news, I'm so happy for you two. May I ask how you two became real?" The second question everyone was wondering. Yet, it was no surprise. While some pr fake relationships didn't make it to something... real... there was nothing more real than yours and Austin's.

"Well, the most I can say is that... it happened during lockdown. We just ended up getting closer and one thing led to another." He replied. Like always, he kept his secrets and he especially wanted to keep his relationship secret. 

"That is great, once again great job on the movie. I sure can't wait to see it."

"Thank you, it was great meeting you." Austin smile and gave him a nod. The cameras stopped rolling and he was handed a bottle of water. He gave them a quick thank you and watched the cameraman... audio man... just about all the technicians. 

"And Cut! Okay, Matthew, we'll have you come back in once Y/n is here." The 'director' called out. The audio man came over and collected the mic from Matthew. 

"Great great," Matthew stood up and walked off. 

Sure, you were usually early when you had to show up for things... You were never an hour early though. Maybe it was because you wanted to support your boyfriend. Maybe it was... maybe you just wanted to see him dressed up. Not that you were complaining when you saw him in his comfy clothes... cause... that was something else. 

As you walked into the studio where everything was being recorded you got led over to the main area. You gave them a quick thank you and placed your things down on a table near Austin's. You fixed your bottoms and made your way over to Austin who was on his phone.

"Boo!" You snuck up behind him and grabbed his shoulders. He jumped a bit and quickly turned towards you.

"Hey~ what are you doing here? Ya early." He said as he stood up and gave you a hug. You hummed against his warmth. 

"Wanted to support you," you answered. Austin smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your cheeks.

"So, you're just going to sit around and watch?" Austin questioned. Sure, how he worded it... sit around and watch did sound boring. Yet, you have to remember, you'll be watching the man you love answering questions about a movie he put his life into. So sure, it could sound boring, but to you... it wasn't.

"Pretty much, this is all your turn. I'll come in when I'm needed, but this is your movie hotshot. Remember that." You poked his chest near his heart. You wanted him to remember that this was indeed his movie. You were just a costar, and yet... you became so much more to him.

"I can't wait till we get interviewed together." Austin smiled softly. You felt your face heat up a bit. He wanted everyone who worked on the film to get the spotlight they deserved. Especially you, considering you had to sit through countless hours of him trying to get into character.

"Soon, but for now... it's your turn to shine." You spoke as you ran your hand through his nicely styled hair, most likely ruining it now. 

"And to answer the same questions a million times over and over again. Then try to change the answer every time." You chuckled lightly at his response. You shook your head and pulled away.

"Looks like you're needed." You pointed out. Austin breathed in and nodded. He gave your side a squeeze and sat back down. You backed away and stood far enough away so that you weren't in the shot, but close enough so that you could still watch. 

You took a seat down and went on your phone. You decided to be a great girlfriend, and burden Austin with a bunch of encouraging little text messages. Of course, he wouldn't be able to read them during the interview, but he would definitely feel the vibration of his phone going off constantly. 

You kept them short and sweet for the most part. Saying how much you loved him. That he was going a great job. To keep up the great work. Just a bunch of praise and encouragement. Sometimes, you could even take a sneaky photo of him. It wasn't the best, but he would know that it was him. You would draw little hearts on them... just bout everything.

Whenever Austin was free and would check his phone well. He would turn to look at you, his face a little red. At first he mouth I love you too, but it turned into stop, and you're annoying. That didn't stop you though. You were proud of him, and he needed to know that. As well as to be proud of himself. He deserved it.

When it came to your turn, you got a microphone attached to you. You chatted lightly with the sound lady, but soon you were sitting next to Austin in front of the camera. Austin gave you a smile and held his hand on your thigh. It was moments like these that you were thankful that your relationship was public.

"Can't send your positive texts now," Austin spoke into your ear. You whined softly and shook your head.

"I can still send them while we're on a break." You pointed out to him. A soft hum in your voice.  

He placed his finger under your chin and turned your head so that you were looking at him. "But I can see you doing it. It won't have the same meaning."

"Hm, that's what you think. I got a few tricks up my sleeve." You held a smug look on your lips. 

"I know all your tricks sweetheart." 

"That's what you think" Of course, there was a possibility that he did know all your secrets... but how was he able to know all your secrets when you didn't even know all of yours. 

"Hi, I'm Gavin," a medium-built man appeared in front of you and Austin. You smiled softly and extended your hand out for him. 

"I'm Y/n, wonderful to meet you." You said softly. Gavin took your hand in his and gave it a shook. He then went to shake hands with Austin.

"Austin," he replied with a smile. 

"It's wonderful to meet the both of you. I got some great questions lined up for you guys." Gavin said as he pulled out his notecards. Notecards were viewed as either professional or unprofessional. You thought it was professional no matter what. Some people struggle to remember.

"I can't wait to hear them." You smiled softly.

After the whole team got everything together you were ecstatic. You never got to do an interview before. You were usually the side character that never got any type of attention. Sure, you were the side character here... but you had some big moments. Austin was the main star and you knew that. You were just happy to be here. 

"I want to start this off by saying it's wonderful to meet you guys. Now, I hope it's okay if I start with Y/n. I know you've been asked this about a hundred times now Austin." Gavin started as he looked at the both of you.

"Oh please, fine by me. She deserves all the attention as well. She worked just as hard as I." You smiled softly and felt your face heat up. Austin gave your thigh a little squeeze and looked toward Gavin.

"Great, now how did you find yourself getting the role of Priscilla Presley?" Gavin asked. You hummed softly and thought about it. 

"Oh gosh... It was just chance really. I was in Australia for a film, and my manager heard about the opportunity. She wasn't exactly sure if I would even get a role, but she still pushed me. I think we were actually trying to go for the role of Dixie. Baz took one look at me though and said no. There was no way I was going to be playing Dixie." You explained it. 

You remember the day like it was yesterday. As you said before you were in the country for a film. The news got out that Baz was getting ready for a new film... aka Elvis. He didn't exactly have anyone in mind for the roles... so really it was all up for grabs. You didn't get your hopes up, because you knew you wouldn't get such a huge role... or even get a role at all. 

"So, you were practically handed the role?" Gavin tried to understand a bit more.

"I wouldn't say that," you laughed gently, "he wanted to see how I looked with the makeup and hair that Priscilla had. I had to do this all by myself might I just add. The makeup didn't take too long, but getting her iconic tall hair... that took some time. However, when he saw me I got the roll."

"So, did you know who was playing Elvis at that moment?" Gavin asked. When the news got out? No. When you got the role? No.

"I did not. I think I was actually scrolling on social media when I saw that Austin was going to be Elvis," you answered. 

"What was your thought about that?"

"Well, I knew I would be working with someone amazing. Austin has had so many roles, rather they were small or big. Being able to work with someone who has that much experience... I mean, I was just excited." You replied. Austin has done some amazing work, and you really were excited. 

"Did you have a crush on Austin?" Gavin then asked. Your eyes widened a bit. "Oh my god," Austin started to burst out laughing from beside you.

"Now- I like most people probably found Austin when he was quite young. When he looked like a cute adorable teenager. Then... he got older... and well... look at him... need I say more? At first, I felt attracted to him, and then you get to know him, and it's like... everything is over." You confessed. You were crazy not to hold a crush on Austin. Anyone would be crazy not to.

Gavin chuckle and fixed the notecards he had in his hands. Probably ones he had the questions on. "What did it feel like having to create a relationship that was filled with love yet so much sadness?"

"Not many people know about Priscilla. Unless you're a big Elvis fan and know all about him... but if you're someone who just listens to his music without any knowledge about his life or family... you had to push this relationship onto mind." You started to explain. 

"We also had to make sure we got it right to not only offend Priscilla but everyone who knew. It's just like playing Elvis. Not to make this bout myself, but... you hold all this weight on yourself... that if you don't do good... people will forever be mad at you and you have to live with that." Austin piped in.

"I agree. Even in the movie, you don't see half of their relationships. You see a few moments here and there... especially towards the end, but it doesn't even scratch the surface of their relationship. I highly suggest Priscilla's book. She went into detail about their relationship... It was honestly something else."

"So you read her story?" Gavin then asked. 

"We both did actually, uh... Y/n read it first and then she passed it on to me because she felt that it would help me.  You know to better understand Elvis' character and how he was." Austin replied for you. It wasn't like you needed him to answer he just- ya know. 

"So you two visited Graceland correct? How was set compared to the actual house?" Oh, Graceland... There were no words. You can look at all the pictures you want, but seeing it in person was something else. 

"Oh my god. Don't even get me started. The pictures don't do it justice. Standing there... you... it... it was just..." You were lost for words. 

"To help her out here," Austin chuckled, "It was an honor. Standing around in that house really did just scream Elvis. From that iconic white couch, to the jungle room."

"Now did you guys get secret treatment? A looksie into unknown areas?" You knew where he was going from this. Everyone wanted a look at Elvis' private chambers. 

"No," you shook your head, "as much as I would've loved to see the bedroom, we did not."

"We only really got to go into the living room and the jungle room. Yet, when you let at the set you have to give a big round of apologize. Baz wanted everything to be perfect. We're at Graceland and he's taking pictures of everything to share with the team." Austin explained. 

"Baz and his phone my god," you let out a laugh, "have you seen mean girls? That scene where Regina's mother is standing out in the aisle recording? Yeah, that... that is Baz." You laughed gently. 

"So the sets then? Was it hard to find that sense of Elvis' bedroom and bathroom? There are only a few scenes with them in it right?"

"Yeah so... There are only a few amounts of pictures of his bedroom and bathroom. Just the upstairs really. I think there is one video where you see the hallway, a bit of Lisa Marie's room... and then that's about it. They had to go off of... just... very little knowledge." You mentioned that part of the movie you saw a while ago.

"It looked amazing can I just say. Whatever Baz did... he did an amazing job." Gavin complimented Baz.

Gavin asked a few more questions, but before you knew it... it was over. Then it was the next interview... and then the next... and it dragged on and on. You two only stopped when it was about time to eat something. Then it was back to interviews. You honestly didn't know how Austin did it so much. Just another reason to be more proud of him.

As time passed by, it was finally time to leave. Hand in hand you and Austin made your way out of the building. You leaned into his side and let out a hum. You were honestly just excited to get home and make some dinner. Then lastly, get into some comfy clothes and lay in bed.

"How'd ya get here?" Austin asked.

"I took an uber. Wanted to drive back with my handsome boy." Austin chuckled in response and walked you over to his car. It wasn't like you didn't have a car, you did... but you also wanted to be near Austin.

The two of you got into the car and Austin started to drive back home. You don't know if it was from all the questions you received today, but you were lost in your own little world. If the pr stunt never happened... would you and Austin still end up together? Sure there was a possibility, but it didn't stop your mind from wondering. 

"Austin?" You spoke out from the silence that was arranged in the car. Well, it wasn't completely silent. When it was late at night you two liked to listen to classical music on a small volume.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Austin looked over at you for a second before looking back towards the road. 

"Do you think we would've ended up together if the pr stunt never happened?" You asked. If you couldn't answer your own question... minus well push it onto someone else. 

"I think so," Austin nodded in agreement. How was he able to answer so quickly? This just sounded unfair... He was so confident in his answer and you were just... unsure.

"Really?"

"I mean yeah, we had to act in love during filming. Somewhere down the line one thing would've led to another. Trust me darlin', I would've wanted to be with you no matter what."

You blushed at his words and looked out the window. Sure, things started out as a little pr stunt... but the two of you would've ended up together no matter what. You were... you were so happy. Being with Austin... he was the best healthiest relationship you have ever had, and you wouldn't trade that for the world.

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The Fourth

A/N: I’m still here! I want to finish my bingo card - if you want to send me ideas check it out here and send me some asks!

Square for @marvelfluffbingo​ : College AU

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Clint Barton x reader

Word count: 589

Warnings: PG for random swearing

Divder by the amazing @imerdwarf​

2nd A/N: I minored in Euchre at college so this is completely based on RL... and yes I have always been friends with superheroes 😂

I would love any feedback/reblogs/love in general but my work is *NOT* permitted to be used in any other way, on any other sites, without my express permission  

The best thing about your college campus was the common area, which people affectionately referred to as “The Chuckery.” The Chuckery had several fast food options, a deli counter, and pizza place, along with the campus bookstore and ticket counter on the main floor, while the floor below was home to the campus bowling alley. The floor above housed a movie theater that showed movies at least a year or two past their premier dates. It was the place to be, and you and your group of friends made sure to grab a table every morning to host the daily euchre games you had become addicted to. Normally, you could rely on your female friends Nat and Maria to sit in, as well as your classmate Erika. But today Nat and Maria were busy studying and Erika was working. Which left you with the guys…

“We need a fourth,” Bucky whined. You shook your head and grinned.

“We ALWAYS need a fourth,” Sam countered, “I thought it was your turn to find one.” Bucky glared at Sam who in turn stuck his tongue out in response. You laughed at your insanely goofy friends. 

A familiar face approached and you couldn’t resist roping him into the fun. “Clint! Get your cute ass over here.” The rest of your group snickered as Clint approached and fell into the seat next to Bucky, letting his bag sink to the floor. 

Clint grabbed up the pile of cards and looked over at you. “We’re partners?” You nodded. “What’s trump?”

Sam scowled at Clint. “No one’s called it yet. It’s your partner’s call at the moment.”

You looked at your cards, then over at Clint, his face impassive as usual. Please let us have good cards! “Pass.”

Sam’s scowl deepened as glanced at his cards. “Who shuffled this deck? Oh yeah my partner. Pass.” Bucky flipped Sam off as Clint quietly called “spades.” 

You tried to hide your grin as Bucky groaned. Bucky laid down his ace of hearts which you quickly killed with the nine of spades. Sam and Clint threw off-cards which you quickly scooped up before throwing down your ten of diamonds. Sam followed with another off-card while Clint threw his king of diamonds. Bucky chuckled as he took the pile with his ten of spades. The pace of the game came to a crawl as Bucky looked over his cards. “Come on partner,” Sam whined.

“I’m trying to strategize here,” he countered. “We COULD win this.” You chanced a glance over at Clint who was staring back at you, his face still impassive. Bucky thumbed the top of a card then groaned. “Fuck it,” and laid down the king of spades. Clint gave you the barest hint of a nod, so you held your breath as you laid down the ace of spades.

Sam glared at Bucky as he threw the queen of spades under the pile while Clint threw the jack of spades, then laid out the jack of clubs he had been clutching. “Yes!” you screamed in delight as Sam berated Bucky for at least the third time that day, tossing losing cards in with the rest. You grabbed the pile of cards and began shuffling.

“Clint, you are staying right there. You are clearly my lucky charm.” You laughed then bit your lower lip as you concentrated on the cards in your hands. 

Clint chuckled and laid back into the chair, hands behind his head and right leg crossed over his left. “So who are we playing next?”

[simplystevies]

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pairings || actor!bucky barnes x actress!f!reader

summary || bucky takes you out shopping for his premier coming up, when he leaves and you try on the dress, it seems like you’re not as alone as you think.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, so much sexual tension, bucky’s a tease, bucky gets uncomfortable, slight stalking ??, bucky threatens reader (slight).

word count || 2k

note || idk how i feel about this chapter at all, i feel like it’s a tiny bit of a filler??? before we get some drama.

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your following count surged completely after bucky followed you on instagram. his fans already started to suspect a relationship going on. watching people comment different types of things under your pictures gave you mixed feelings.

some people were hyping you up, others were sending you serious threats and telling you that you didn’t deserve bucky and he deserved better. something about the stupid twelve year old girls made you regret signing the contract.

your phone beeped and you sighed, you hated the stupid thing and never wanted to see it ever again.

be ready in 20, darling, i’ll be outside.

you wiped your teary eyes and started to get ready. you were grateful you decided to shower first thing that morning, or else you’d be stuck under pressure. bucky didn’t tell you how to dress, so you just threw on whatever you could find.

after twenty minutes passed, bucky knocked on your door. he was wearing navy slacks, a grey t-shirt and a navy blazer. suddenly you felt severely underdressed. “hey darling.” bucky smiled, sticking his arm out.

bucky drove you to a store, a fancy high end store that you’d only gush at as you walked past. “i’m goin’ to a premier next week, and you need to be there with me.” bucky explained, the both of you sitting in the car still.

you nodded and listened to every word he said. “and get somethin’ basic so i can get it on a tie.” bucky explained further, getting out of the car. you were shocked, getting out and still not being able to process how he was treating you.

you walked in behind bucky, who clearly knew what he was doing because he opened the door for you and wrapped his arm around your waist when you were inside. “hey giana, we need a nice dress that has a matching tie?” he said.

the woman he was talking to nodded and walked to the back of the store, looking through the dresses. bucky looked outside and let out a small sigh as he shut his eyes. “mr. barnes? we have the dresses and ties.” giana said.

“that’s perfect giana, thank you.” he smirked, sending her a quick wink. bucky thought you didn’t notice, but you did, and it made you feel small and invisible. you cleared your throat as you moved towards the dressing rooms.

bucky watched you confused before he walked behind you. giana showed you about fifty dresses, giving bucky the ties so he could try them on also.

while you were trying on dresses, you noticed bucky had a wandering eye. his eyes caught with the women coming in and out of the store, not with your dress and how you looked.

you knew you two weren’t actually dating, but god, did he have to make it so obvious? you sighed and watched him pick out a deep blue tie.

“i like this one, what do you think?” was the first time he spoke to you in almost an hour. you sighed and lifted up the blue dress, handing it to him and walking back into the changing room to get dressed.

bucky was shocked, his mouth open slightly. he went up to the cashier and paid for everything, waiting for you to finally come out.

once you came out, you didn’t give bucky a second look before you walked out into the hundreds of flashing lights. you covered your face, still allowing space for you to see, as you walked into his car.

“what the fuck is your problem?” bucky almost yelled as he shut his car door. you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the window.

bucky groaned and started to drive. “you’re such an entitled brat.” he shook his head, clenching his jaw. “that’s rich.” you mumbled to yourself, still looking away from him.

“what did you just say?” bucky snapped, his eyes turning to you almost immediately. “you signed this contract, you either live by my rules or this is done.” bucky spat.

you scoffed and looked at him, for the first time since he showed you his tie. “i signed a contract telling me that i would have to walk around with you for a while and post about you, not be your friend.”

bucky chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “we’re gonna be spendin’ so much time together in the next comin’ months, if you don’t wanna be my friend, fine, but you’ll regret it.”

you rolled your eyes and sat in silence. once bucky pulled up to your house, you were quick to get out of the car and start walking to your door.

“i’m not gonna continue being your maid.” bucky spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. he was right behind you, holding your dress.

you sighed and grabbed the dress, giving him a flat smile before turning around again. “hey, hey.” he grabbed your arm, turning you to face him.

his smile was wide, making you think he was bipolar. “you wanna meet up again before next week?” he asked. you scoffed, shaking your head.

you had to bite your tongue, otherwise you wouldn’t started to scream at him for being confusing. “i’ll see.” you said, going to grab the dress.

bucky raised the hanger above you, smirking. “you gotta give me a thank you first.” he said, raising it higher. you gave him an emotionless stare. “thank you.” you said.

bucky pulled his eyebrows together, like he was thinking. “i don’t really like that thank you.” he teased. you wanted to push him down the few stairs to get on your porch and walk away.

“how about.. a kiss?” he licked his lips, as if he was preparing for a kiss. you rolled your eyes and shook your head. “you’re lucky i don’t shove my knee into your dick.” you spat.

bucky whistled, his free hand wrapping around your waist. “so so so fiesty, i like that a lot darling.” he whispered, his slight stubble rubbing against your jaw.

you hated yourself for being turned on. the wetness between your legs was growing and growing by the millisecond.

you went to close your legs fully, but bucky’s knee quickly slotted itself in between your legs. you gasped and gripped his left arm.

for whatever reason, his arm was weirdly hard. you looked down at his arm. bucky quickly pulled away and handed you your dress.

“i’ll see you whenever.” he mumbled, walking away quickly. you watched as he got into his car, giving you one last glance before you walked into your house.

you threw the dress over the couch. you pulled out your phone and opened up google. you knew bucky would tell you in his own time but.. god you were curious.

‘why does bucky barnes have a strong arm’ the question was dumb, you knew that, but you never know what you could get on google.

nothing, just his work out routine. ‘why does bucky barnes wear a glove on one hand’ you typed again. you looked through countless articles asking the same question.

there was crazy theories, like he had no fingers, or he had no thumb, or he had a hole in his hand. but you didn’t believe any of them, they’d be too crazy.

hey y/n, sorry for freaking out tonight. my arm is a serious boundary and i didn’t wanna make you feel unsafe if i told you. you free tomorrow?

you bit your lip at the text, smiling slightly. god you were such an idiot for forgetting everything from today.. but your relationship is fake.

you can't be mad if he still wants to see other women. he opened up to you, only slightly, but it was a start. you nodded to no one and started to type.

don’t worry about it! i'm not free tomorrow, i have a bunch of errands to do, idk when i’ll next be free, sorry :/

your fingers fumbled around slightly before you pressed send. you sighed and shoved your phone into your back pocket, taking the dress and walking upstairs.

you tried it on and turned around a few times, smiling to yourself. you checked your phone, seeing three dots appear and disappear constantly.

you rolled your eyes and put your phone down. you weren’t going to care, you’ll see him next week. you weren't going to care. except for the fact you were constantly going into his message to see if he replied.

every few minutes you were checking, just in case he did. it was ironic really, you wanted nothing to do with bucky that morning, now you were constantly checking if he replied.

you shook your head and threw your phone on the bed, running a hand through your hair. something inside you wanted to pry, ask him what was up with his arm.

but you couldn’t. you felt too bad. he would tell you in his own time.. right? you didn’t even know anymore. you didn’t know if you could even trust bucky.

the both of you could change moods at a drop of a coin, you weren’t good for each other. you weren’t like that with anyone else, except bucky.

something about him either made you extremely happy, or seriously pissed off. around anyone else? you weren’t like that at all.

you would go as far as to say you were shy. it’s not that you didn’t like making conversation, you just barely ever knew what to say.

you looked in the mirror, biting your lip as you sighed, looking down at your phone again.

you look nice with that dress on.

the text would’ve been creepy, if it wasn’t definitely from bucky. you rolled your eyes and looked out your window, seeing him smiling.

you opened your window and looked down at him. “fucking creep, how long have you been here?” you asked, leaning down against the window sill.

bucky smiled innocently. “since i dropped you off.” he mumbled, climbing into your room. your mouth dropped as you scoffed.

“so you saw everything?” you asked. bucky nodded and looked around your room. “i like your..” bucky pointed between your tits.

you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away. bucky chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. “you look beautiful.” he whispered.

his nose brushed against your cheek bone. your hand connected with his right arm, feeling flesh, unlike his left arm.

bucky seemed more comfortable now, kissing your jaw softly. bucky pulled away and continued searching your room, making himself more aware of his surroundings.

“you gonna change out of that dress?” bucky smirked, lifting up the script for your next movie. you narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head.

“not until you leave, i’m not getting naked with you in my room.” you said, sitting on your bed. bucky smirked and looked back at you.

“weren’t you naked like.. five minutes ago? when i was right outside your window?” bucky teased. you rolled your eyes. “i didn’t know i was being fucking stalked.” you bit back.

bucky looked back down at the script. “you in this movie? my friend is, want me to join you on set?” bucky changed the subject.

he walked over to you, standing in front of you. if the height difference between you two was bad before, it was even worse now.

bucky’s cock jumped at the thought of how you would take him into your mouth like a good girl. “no, i’ll be fine alone.” you huffed, looking away from him. bucky leaned down, his hands rubbing against your thighs.

“i would take your word for it, but stevie already asked me to come.” he smirked, kissing your cheek. “i’ll see you after, hm?” he whispered.

you watched as he walked out your door, leaving you slightly flustered. you can't believe bucky would creep onto your roof and watch you for almost a half hour.

then he had the audacity to come in and tease you like that? if you weren’t so turned on, you would’ve been really angry with him.

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[blackacre13]

Would you update Notting Hill AU pleassee. Tysm!

Part 14 was here. Here’s Part 15!

Sure enough, there was a beautiful breakfast spread laid out, and a fresh vase of gorgeous flowers with a note:

You looked too beautiful this morning for me to interrupt your sleep.

My manager called me in early to discuss our touring timeline and album release for later this year.

Go easy on Linus. He’s a great kid. And he’ll be a good humble friend in this crazy town.

Left a credit card for you for whatever. The day is yours.

I’ll pick you up for dinner at 7. Can’t wait to see you, honey.

XOXO,

L

Dinner with Lou couldn’t come fast enough. Linus had left her on her own for breakfast, thankfully, but she could practically feel his anxiety swarming through the loft as he waited elsewhere, barreling in the moment she put her fork down, buzzing hard enough she thought he might explode.

“I take it you found Lou’s directions,” Debbie smirked. Poor kid. He was probably used to waiting hand and food on celebrities who couldn’t give a damn what his name was or what he wanted out of life. She knew Lou was the furthest thing from that. And if he truly was solely Debbie’s, he was in for the culture shock of his life.

“Ms. Miller left me a list—well, you know that. I mean, the list is more for things for us both to do. We could go over it if you like?”

“Please,” Debbie smiled, motioning to the empty chair beside her as Linus teetered nervously in place. “You can sit down. I’d rather you would actually. You’re making me sweat with all the pacing. Take a breath. Eat something.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. I—“

“Please,” Debbie repeats, chuckling at him as she pulled back the chair, offering her hand out to take the list, grinning at Lou’s messy scrawl. “Get some food in your stomach. As your apparent boss, I insist on it. Let’s see what Blondie’s thinking for us today.”

Linus gave her another look, just to be sure, before her slowly started to break into the spread, excitedly talking with his mouth full while Debbie’s wide eyes glazed over the list.

“A publicist? Really?”

“There’s stars next to the must haves but not all of them are necessary. Like a nutritionist for example.”

“A nutritionist,” Debbie grumbled. “That’ll be a cold day in hell. Literary agent, make up artist, stylist, hair stylist, jewelry consultant…what the hell do I need all this for?”

“I mean you’re a celebrity now,” Linus shrugged as if it took away the absurdity of it all. “You’ll be on every VIP list that Ms. Miller is on. You’ll be invited to every premiere and red carpet and preview that she is. And then you’ll have your own affairs. Interviews about what you like to do. Something you and I should also take a stab at today. I know you owned a bookshop. Do you write? Do you edit? We could call some publishing houses. And there’ll be interviews about I don’t know what’s your favorite Lou Miller song? What’s it like being engaged to a celebrity? You know the gist. They’ll probably want you to work with a fashion house. Or be the face for a fragrance. Or—“

“This is insane,” Debbie shook her head. “You know that, right? This fame isn’t mine. I’m just Joe Shmoe. It’s Lou’s fame. Her talent. I just…”

“Are the missing piece to her love life that everyone’s been talking about,” he smiled dreamily. “The subject of her hit surprise song. Her future wife. Whatever life you had before, it’s tripled. Quadrupled. You’re famous, Ms. Ocean.”

“Debbie,” she reminded him. “I’m just Debbie.”

“Not anymore,” he grinned, chewing happily.

The words stuck with her throughout the day. And it didn’t help that she was picking and choosing what staff she wanted to have so that Linus could get them onto Lou’s payroll. Or that he was keeping track of brands and promotions she liked and people she’d be interested working with.

She didn’t know what career she wanted. What interviews she should do. Did she need a stylist? Should she use a nutritionist?

She wanted to run away. She wanted things to be simple again. But she couldn’t. She wanted Lou. She wanted to run straight into her arms. This was simple. Choosing Lou was simple. But now everything was so vastly complex.

She had decided to clear her head. To try her hand at shopping as a distraction. A new date night outfit would do her some good. But that was how she learned she had a chauffeur. And that Lou had booked her private time at a selection of shops with pre-selected outfits. And that Linus liked to talk a lot. And help a little too much. And that wasn’t this showroom a bit hot and this dress material was a little thick and couldn’t she just get a glass of water and—-Darkness

[celtics534]

Crash into Me

First fic of the year! Just a little one-shot but a good one! A muggle AU where Harry and Ginny had never met before... basically my bread and butter. I hope you all enjoy, and let me know what you think :)

Also Read On: FF.net or AO3

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Ginny’s head was spinning. It was like she’d been on the spinning teacup ride twenty times in five minutes. Noises were muffled and at the same time heightened. Voices, blearing guitars, beeping, the sound of metal on metal all pounded in her head. She could see bright lights behind her eyelids. Slowly opening her eyes, Ginny’s heart rocketed into her throat. The hood of her car was hanging over a rapid river fifty feet below. 

 A scream rose in her throat only to be released in a choking sound. Ginny couldn’t remember what had happened... how she’d ended up driving halfway off a cliff? She slowly adjusted herself, feeling the car sway with her motion. 

 “Ma’am!” an unfamiliar voice called from behind her. “You need to stay still!”

 Ginny tried to turn to see who it was, but the car jerked again, so she froze. Moving slowly, she fell back against the seat, her body shaking uncontrollably.

 “Ma’am?” The voice spoke again, and this time she was able to assess it as a deeper, more masculine tone. She could also tell it was somewhere near her back seat, or maybe the hatchback. “Ma’am, are you injured?”

Ginny looked down at her torso and legs. From where she was sitting, nothing seemed broken or bleeding. “I think… I think I’m alright.” She paused; her head was pounding, and thinking of the right words wasn’t coming easy. “Besides being stuck over a cliff that is.” 

 The man snorted. “That’s a fair assessment, I’d say.”

 “Do.” Ginny swallowed; her mouth felt incredibly dry. “Did you see how I got here?”

 There was a beat of silence. Ginny’s pulse picked up at the idea that her new companion had left her, but then he said, “Some prick came around the corner too fast and clipped you. Your car flew into the guard rail and broke through it.” 

 Ginny looked down at the sharp rocks below her and could see a long metal pole stuck between two. “Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say; her head was still throbbing. Ginny wasn’t a doctor but she could guess that she’d hit her head against something… and hit it hard. 

 “He crashed into the side of a tree,” the man continued. “My godfather went to go check on him.”

 “Your godfather?” 

 “Yeah, we were heading to my parents’ house for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary when we witnessed the whole thing.”

 “Oh.” Again, words failed Ginny as the ache in her head increased. A harsh soreness had started to form on her chest and Ginny was having a hard time ignoring it. 

 “What’s your name?”

 “Huh?” Ginny shook her head, hoping to clear the fog that had formed, only to instantly regret the motion when the pounding increased ten-fold. 

 “I asked what your name is.”

 “It’s, erm, it’s Ginny.”

 “Hey, Ginny. My name’s Harry.” He paused. “I would offer to shake your hand but it seems like your hands are full at the moment.” 

 A shocked laugh came from her. “That’s one way to put it.”

 Silence fell between them. Ginny focused on breathing. The pain in her chest was increasing.

 “So, Ginny, where do you work?” Harry’s voice was way too calm for the situation, but for some reason, it still soothed Ginny. It reminded her a bit of talking to her brother Bill. How during any problem, Bill kept a level head and tried to keep the rest of the hot-head Weasley’s calm. 

 “I um, I write for Sky Sports. I head the premiere league column.”

 “Wait.” Harry’s tone shifted from calm to that of an excited child. “Are you Ginny Weasley?”

 Ginny wanted to turn and look at him but resisted the urge. “You read my work?”

 “I love it! You’re so straight and unbiased, it’s refreshing.”

 “Well, that's incredibly kind of you to say. That’s what I always aim for." 

 "Would it be too forward of me to ask for an autograph?"

 Ginny let out a merciless laugh. "Listen, Harry, if you get out of this I'll do you one better. I'll take you out for a pint and then give you an autograph."

 "Well now… as if I didn't have enough of a reason before." 

 Again Ginny's laughter rang out oddly loud in the quiet street. It was an odd thought, but Ginny trusted this complete stranger. She wished she could look at him. Put a face to the name and sweet voice. 

 Before Ginny could give in to the urge to perform a spin, Harry’s raised voice brought her back to reality. “Hey! We’re over here! I’ve got someone trapped in a seat!” 

 It was only then that Ginny’s ears picked up the sounds of other voices, loud car engines, and footsteps pounding cement. In her peripheral vision, she could see the reflection of blue lights. 

 “Hey, Gin, you still with me?” Harry asked, his voice lowered back to a normal level. “Responders are here.” 

 “Huh.” Ginny let out an exaggerated sigh. “And here I was just really starting to appreciate this amazing view,” 

 Harry snorted. “How about after you buy me that drink I show you a better view?”

 “Well, well, well, was that a come on, Harry? I won’t lie, this is the most unique place I’ve ever been flirted with. Not that I’m opposed to your offer.”

 There was a moment of stunned silence before Harry laughed. “Jesus, you’re a cheeky one aren’t you?”

 Ginny couldn’t help but smile. His laugh was adorable. “And don’t you forget it.”

 “Excuse me.” A female voice came from near Harry. “My name’s Tonks and I’m an EMT. How many are in the car?”

 “Just lonely old me,” Ginny replied. 

 “What’s your name, miss?”

 “Ginny.”

 “Alright, Ginny, I have a tow truck just a few minutes out and they will pull you back onto the road. Before they get here can I ask you a few questions?”

 “Why not. It’s not like I’ve got anything else going on. But don’t start off with anything too spicy. I’d hate to embarrass Harry.”

 “I’ll keep that in mind.” Tonks sounded amused. “Do you feel any pain?”

 “My head is pounding, my chest doesn’t feel great, and my back is stiffer than a tree trunk.”

 “Okay. Can you see any blood?

 “Unless I’ve lost the ability to see red…” She slowly reached for a strand of her hair. “Nope, I can still see red. So no blood.”

 Ginny heard Harry chuckle and Tonks sigh. She lowered her arm to her chest, wanting to unbuckle the restraint. The tight band was painful on her chest. As she moved to unclick the buckle, her body jerked as the car shifted. 

 Her body stiffened as the vehicle swayed. She could feel her heart beating rapidly against her chest as her eyes closed. 

 “Ginny!” Harry’s voice called loudly over the rushing blood in her ears. “Stay still.”

 “And here I was hoping to get a start on my new workout routine,” Ginny murmured dryly. She could feel her body shaking as the sound of gusting wind picked up. Bloody English weather and its ability to flip on a dime. Up on a hillside like this, wind speed could get pretty bad… which would be extremely bad for Ginny. 

 “Ginny?” She recognized Harry’s calm tone. “I’m going to come in and get you out. The truck is still five minutes out and I’m not waiting for that.” 

 “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ginny could hear the tremor in her words. “Won’t adding more weight up to the front likely send us into a nosedive?”

 “Not if I have more people sitting on the back.” Before Ginny could ask what he was planning she felt the car shifting again, this time from the hatchback boot. She heard the voice of Tonks and another man, then a gentle hand touched her shoulder. She turned her neck just enough to catch a glimpse of her savior’s face. His straight nose, thin face, and crooked comforting smile. “Hey, Gin.”

 “Hey, Harry. Lovely view, right?”

 “Not bad, but I think back on the road might be a little better. Wanna see?”

 Ginny tried to fire back a cheeky response but a lump had formed in her throat preventing it, so she settled on nodding.”

 Harry squeezed her shoulder gently. “Alright. Can you unbuckle?” 

 Again she nodded, her arm slowly moving back to the clicker. When her fingers touched the cool button it took a few tries for it to release. She hadn’t realized how numb her hands were until that moment.

 “I’m going to put my arm around your chest so you stay still,” Harry announced. “Don’t worry this isn’t me making a move, I have more finesse than this.”

 Ginny felt his strong arm slowly enclose her body, keeping her back pressed to the seat. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Oh good, I was hoping I wasn’t going to have to explain how a woman likes to be touched there.” 

 Harry leaned ever so slightly forward, allowing their eyes to meet. Ginny’s heart stuttered at the bright green color. Despite his serious expression, she could see the amused glint in his eye. “I promise when I make such a move, you’ll be very pleased with my knowledge on the subject.” 

 “When, huh?” Ginny raised a brow at him. “That’s some confidence.”

 Without realizing it, Ginny’s fingers had steadied enough to hit the release on the buckle and now she was only being held in place by Harry’s arm. He had slowly brought his other arm around the seat and had started guiding her body towards the center console. She scooted her legs up near the shifter.  

 “Yeah, well, they say fake it till you make it, right.” Harry’s self-deprecating tone made Ginny give a light chuckle. 

 “That’s my motto for everything… except while in bed.”

 She felt Harry’s choked-back laugh as he pulled her into his chest. He had somehow maneuvered her to sit on the fold-down back seat. They sat together, her still facing the front window, his body positioned directly behind her. 

 Ginny could still see the raging water down below but for some reason having moved from the driver seat made it all feel all the more surreal. There was something about seeing the dangerous drop while leaving the most dangerous zone that made Ginny’s heart thud harder than ever against her sore chest. 

 “Are you — How do you feel?” Harry’s voice was soft as his arms continued to hold her tight. 

 She swallowed a lump in her throat that had suddenly formed. “I — I would really like to get out of this car now.”

 “Right.” Harry started to scoot backward, his hold helping to guide her. “We’ve only got a little bit to go, alright? I’ve got you.”

 Ginny could only nod as they moved in sync like a rowing team. She kept her gaze on the front window as the river and rocks gradually faded from view. The next thing she knew, Harry’s warmth was gone from her back and she was being hoisted up by powerful arms. 

 “We’ve got you, Ginny.” Tonks’ steady voice was to her right. Looking around, Ginny discovered she was in Harry’s arms as he carried her with ease towards a lifted cot. A pink-haired woman, who Ginny assumed was Tonks, was walking beside Harry, her hand grabbing Ginny’s wrist to take a pulse.

 “See.” Harry smiled down at her. “Told you I had you.” He gently lowered her onto the hard cot. 

 “Thank you, I’ll take it from here.” Tonks nodded gratefully at Harry before stepping sidestepping him to get to Ginny. Before being pushed away, Harry’s hand found Ginny’s and squeezed it, bringing a bit of life back to the numbness that had settled back into her limbs. 

 Ginny’s eyes followed Harry as he slowly stepped backward. Their gazes locked over Tonks’ shoulder and she felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the blanket Tonks had wrapped around her arms. Despite her head pounding and her body aching, Ginny could still recognize the strong attraction that she had for Harry. The man who had most likely saved her life. She wanted to call him back but Tonks moved and blocked him from her sight. 

 “Ginny, can you start by telling me what your full name is?”

 Tonks asked Ginny numerous questions ranging from the date to the current prime minister. She said it was to see how conscious Ginny was. To see if she still could respond to verbal queues. Ginny answered all of the questions with precision, only stumbling a few times. While she was getting her blood pressure taken, Ginny noticed Harry had moved closer to her side. Those stunning green eyes that captivated her came back and Ginny could feel her pulse quicken. 

 “Everything is coming back as normal, or at least as normal as it can after such an incident,” Tonks told her as she loosened the band around her arm. “I would still like to take you into the hospital for observation.”

 “Alright,” Ginny agreed easily. She knew she likely had at least a concussion and figured it was best to get checked out. 

 “Great.” Tonks opened up a black bag that she’d placed on the ground beside the cot. She quickly threw all her equipment into the bag before snapping it shut. “I’ll go let my partner know.” She glanced over her shoulder at the police officer approaching them. “He’s going to be looking for a statement. If you don’t feel up to it —”

 Ginny shook her head, immediately regretting the action, and stopped. “It’s fine.”

 Tonks stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Alright. I’ll be back in a moment.” Bag in one hand, she waved over the uniformed man. “You have five minutes before I’m taking Miss Weasley into Exeter.”

 “That should be more than enough.” The officer had a deep rough voice that reminded Ginny of when her brother had swallowed a bunch of sand for a dare. His appearance wasn’t any more comforting. He looked as if he’d been through the wringer and kept going back for more. When he smiled (or what she figured was supposed to be a smile) it had the opposite effect that most smiles had. “Hello, Miss Weasley. My name is Sergeant Moody. I have a few questions for you.”

 “Okay,” Ginny said, stifling a yawn. She was starting to struggle to keep her eyes open. 

 “Can you tell me what happened?” 

 “Sergeant, I can give you a statement so Miss Weasley can get some rest.” It was like a bolt of lightning hit Ginny, shocking her awake, when she heard Harry’s voice. He had moved from the sidelines to stand by her side. His hand came to softly rub at her lower back which felt heavenly. 

 “And you are?” Moody asked, his lips twisting into a deep frown. 

 “Detective Potter of the MET. Homicide division.”

 That surprised Ginny so much she twisted to look at him. He didn’t look how she’d expect a detective to look… well, except the kind on television.  

 Moody took Harry’s identification and nodded. “Well, Detective Potter, as you know, I’ll still need her account of the accident.”

 “Yes but you can get it after she settles in hospital,” Harry argued. “No disrespect Sergeant Moody, but for now my testimony should be enough.”

 The grisly officer stared at them for a moment. He had two different colored, eyes and Ginny swore the electric blue one could see right through her. Finally, he nodded. “Very well. Miss Weasley, I will visit you after you’ve been cleared by your doctors. Detective Potter, as soon as you're done here, come find me.” And with that he walked off, Ginny noticing a slight limp.

 “He’s a good guy,” Harry said, making Ginny's attention fall back onto him. He was smiling at her with a sweet, adorable smile. He gave her shoulder a light squeeze. "How are you, Ginny?" 

 "I'm —" Ginny started to say she was fine but choked on the words. She swallowed, ready to try again but again the words wouldn't leave her mouth. Instead, a startling sob rose from her throat. Once one escaped there was nothing Ginny could do to hold back the tidal waves of emotions that coursed through her.  Uncontrollably tears started leaking onto her cheeks as her body shook with her failure to suppress her sobs. 

 “Oh no, Gin,” Harry’s arms wrapped fully around her as he turned her into his chest. “Ginny, it’s alright. You’ll be alright.”

 Ginny dug her fingers into the back of his jacket, holding on for dear life. It was like he was a ring buoy and she was drowning in the ocean. He had become a sudden lifeline and Ginny wasn’t sure she could let go. His hands started rubbing soothing circles on her back as he murmured words of comfort. When he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, Ginny let out a loud sob. 

 They stayed like that until Ginny finally gained control, her throat raw and her eyes stinging. She pulled away from his chest, words of apology forming in her head until he pulled her back to him. His hand threaded gently in her hair as he continued to hold her. “Don’t you dare apologize,” His tone was soothing as he lightly massaged her scalp. “I know you’re a strong woman but after what you just went through… you deserve a moment to lose it.”

 How did he understand her so well? How could he just know what she needed? Know the right things to say? They had never met before this horrible incident and yet he seemed to know her at her core. She prided herself on being tough and independent but sometimes she just needed to lose it without judgment. And to have someone to hold her while it was all happening. 

 She pulled away from him again, tilting her neck so she looked up into his gorgeous eyes. “Thank you.” Without thinking about it she gently pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. When she pulled back Ginny watched his lips curl into a goofy and completely adorable smile. 

 “Is that how you thank everyone, or….” 

 “I reserve that for special cases.” Ginny could feel her own lips turning to match his. “So far this has been the first case.”

 “Well, you won’t hear me complaining.” Harry’s hand slowly moved around to cup her jaw. “Does that hurt?”

 “Trust me, pain is the last thing on my mind,” Ginny murmured as her heart raced faster than a formula one car. When Harry started to lean in she closed her eyes, already anticipating the feel of his lips again. 

 “What are you doing?!” Ginny’s eyes shot open as Harry jerked back from her. Tonks stood to her side, her expression reminding Ginny of a disapproving mother. “Detective Potter I allowed you a moment as a professional courtesy, but —”

 “I’m sorry,” Harry’s hand shot to the back of his neck. “I didn’t come over here too — I mean I won’t lie I definitely thought about it, but I hadn’t planned to —”

 “I don’t care about your plans.” Tonks stepped forward, pushing Harry back with a hand to his chest. “I’m taking Miss Weasley to Exeter.” Her expression softened as she adjusted Ginny back onto the cot. “If Miss Weasley wants, you can visit her there.”

 “Please.” Ginny tried to sit up enough to look at Harry, but Tonks kept her down with a firm hand. 

 “I’ll be your first visitor,” Harry claimed from somewhere to her right. “I — I — get some rest, Gin.”

 "Oh that won't be a problem," Ginny muttered, her eyes already shutting on their own accord. Between the blanket Tonks had covered her in, the soft pillow behind her head, and the draining adrenaline in her system, Ginny's body was done. 

 Tonks chuckled lightly. "Alright, Girl. How about you just take a nap and we’ll be at the hospital before you know it.”

 “I don’t really sleep well in cars!” The words sounded as if they came from the far side of a tunnel, yet Ginny knew they’d come from her mouth. She heard Tonks chuckled again as the cot started to slowly roll. It was weird how peaceful the movement was. Ginny wouldn’t have thought it possible to sleep while being driven in the back of an ambulance, but the moment the doors had closed behind her Ginny was out cold. 

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 “So I’d just like to keep you overnight for observation, but based on the CT scans I think you’ll be just fine, Miss Weasley,” Doctor Pomfrey said, her lips curled into a pleasant smile. “We’ll keep the lights dimmed in here to help with the headache. You’ll feel incredibly sore for the next few days and we can prescribe something for the pain. Just let one of the nurses if you need anything.” 

 Then five seconds later the doctor was gone and Ginny was alone in the dark room. She fell back onto the lumpy pillows not sure what to do with herself. She was tired, that was for sure, but after the hour nap in the ambulance ride and the nerves of all the tests the doctors performed, Ginny felt awake. 

 She could hear the sound of bustling feet and many voices outside of the small room they’d placed her into after all the tests. Ginny tried to listen to one of the conversations but found it difficult to focus. Her head was pounding worse than ever and her doctor told her the concussion would slowly heal itself. As for her back… well that was going to take more than popping some pain meds. 

 A quiet knock on her door made Ginny’s head rise quickly from the pillow. Instantly she regretted the motion and relaxed back. “Come in.”

 Light filtered in behind a tall shadowed figure. The visitor shut the door behind them with a soft click. It took a moment for Ginny’s eyes to adjust to the dimmed room again but it only took a few seconds for her to recognize that crooked smile. 

 "Hi, Ginny." His soft voice was sweet as he approached the bed.  "Remember me?"

 Ginny squinted, forcing herself to resist the smile tugging at her lips. "No. Sorry. Concussion gave me some temporary amnesia.".

 Her visitor placed an appalled hand to his chest. She could see the delighted light twinkling in his eyes. "With the wedding tomorrow?  Whatever shall we tell our guests?"

 Ginny chuckled.  "Hi, Harry,” His name rolled off her tongue with ease. The butterflies that fluttered in her stomach were the best thing she’d felt in hours. 

 “Hey, Gin,” Harry repeated, the nickname he’d given her sounding like a perfect symphony on his tongue. “How do you feel?”

 “Like I was in a car accident, but I hear that’s normal after being in a car accident.” 

 Harry chuckled. “I’d guess you’re right.” He grabbed a stiff wooden chair that sat against the wall and placed it on her right side. As he sat down his hand grabbed her, lacing their fingers so naturally, it sent another round of lovely butterflies through Ginny’s stomach. “So, I don’t want to load too much onto you after all you’ve been through, but… maybe once you have a chance to get yourself back on track — That is I was wondering if you’d like —”

 She watched his eyes flicker around the room. His nerves were practically palpable. Ginny had a guess at what he was trying to get at, and despite wanting him to ask, she was never one to miss an opportunity to tease someone. With skills she’d developed being the youngest and only girl of a large family, Ginny made her expression overly innocent. “What was that, Harry?”

 He sucked in a deep breath as his eyes came back to hers. “I was wondering if you’d… you’d like to get a drink?”

 “Oh!” Ginny beamed at him. “I’d love some water. The nurse left a jug over there.” She gestured with her free hand. 

 Harry blinked at her once, then twice in confusion before he realized where his question had gone off course. To his credit he took the misunderstanding in stride, squeezing her hand as he rose from the chair. 

 One part of her wanted to giggle at the little game she was playing, but the other part of Ginny wanted to swoon over how amazing Harry was being as he poured her a cup of ice-cold water. He even situated the straw in the cup to be easier for her. 

 “Thank you, Harry.” She said as he held the cup in front of her. 

 “My pleasure.” That damn beautiful smile he had curling his lips nearly made her give up her little game. But Ginny was a Weasley and a Weasley never gave up on a prank so easily, even if they had to resist kissing a beautiful man. So rather than focusing on the man in front of her, Ginny took his offering. After one sip Ginny couldn’t stop. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she actually was until that moment. Before she knew it the entire cup was empty and she was sucking at air.

 Harry pulled the cup away once Ginny released the straw. "Wow, that was some impressive sucking."

 Ginny could only stare at Harry. She wanted to laugh at the typical double meaning of his phrasing, but before she could decide how to react Harry visibility cringed. He put the cup down on a side table placed his head in his hand. When he spoke his words were muffled. “Oh, God. That sounded so wrong.”

 This time Ginny couldn’t resist. Her laughter came out strong, echoing around the room. “Oh, so wrong!”

 “I’m so sorry,” Harry said, lifting his head. “I didn’t mean to say… say something so… I’m sorry.”

 Ginny waved a dismissive hand at him, still laughing. “I grew up with six brothers, trust me when I say I heard worse. Hell, I know I’ve said much worse.” She reached out a hand pulling him back to her. He came willingly, his cheeks a bright red even in the dimmed room. 

 He looked too adorable with his sheepish grin and bright blush that Ginny couldn’t resist teasing him. “Besides, Harry, I only take the offer to suck from someone I like.” Harry’s jaw dropped a surprising choking sound rising from his throat. Ginny let him flounder for a few seconds before laughing so hard it made the pain in her chest worse. “You should see your face.”

 Harry shook his head, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. “Jesus, Gin, I can’t believe you said that.”

 “Well, I was just in a car accident, and teasing you is bringing me some… comfort so I couldn’t pass on the opportunity.” 

 “That’s fair enough,” Harry took her hand in his giving it a gentle squeeze. “I would hate to deny you of any comfort.” They stared at each other with silent smiles speaking a thousand words. Those butterflies that his grin created came out in a powerful wave and Ginny’s eyes lingered on his mouth. 

 His bottom lip tucked into his teeth as he released a deep breath. “Ginny, I was wondering… maybe once you’re up and moving… what I’m asking… more hoping… was to take you out?”

 Ginny quirked a brow at him. “Like on a date or with a sniper?”

 And as she hoped Harry’s jaw dropped in surprise before he lifted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment before meeting her gaze. “I already feel like such a prat for doing this at the worst moment of your life, but I just… I would regret it forever if I didn’t ask you because… just in the little time I’ve spent with you… I really want to get to know you more. And I know this is the worst time but I can’t help but —”

 “Harry,” Ginny reached up and covered his mouth with her hand effectively cutting his spirling ramble. “Harry, I’d love to go out with you.”

 Even in the dimmed light, she could see his shoulder relax. “Really?”

 “I figured that kiss would have hinted toward my interest. Not to mention I already agreed that I was going to treat you to a pint.”

 She could feel his mouth curling into a grin against her palm. “I mean I hoped, but I didn’t want to assume."

 Ginny slid her hand away from his lips, settling on his right cheek. His crooked grin was even better than she remembered. "That's smart, Harry, because assuming leads to letting down your guard. I'm known for keeping people on their toes."  

 Harry leaned down so his lips hovered inches over hers. "I’ve noticed." 

 Ginny laughed. "I’m glad. I’d hate for you to discover it far down the line. At least now you now know what you’re in for."

 "That I do,” He murmured, “And I’m very excited to see where you take me.” Then he closed the gap between them. 

 Ginny never thought she'd be grateful to the prick who side-swiped her, but as Harry's lips met hers, she considered sending the prick a bouquet.

[theroyalsims]

THE QUEEN, PRINCESS ALICE, AND CROWN PRINCESS ANYA GRACE THE BALLET

This evening, The Brindleton Royal Theatre had a very special premiere of the brand new play, The Night Swan, by the late renowned playwright, Sir Marcial Hawse. The play is Sir Marcial’s final work before his death last year at the age of 95. 

Aside from its all-star cast, the event attracted the glitterati of Brindleton. The already elite and star-studded audience was even kicked up a notch by the attendance of not just one, but THREE royals!

(Above: The royal guests enjoyed the play from the royal box, also referred to as “The Queen’s Box”. The Royal Theatre was transformed into a magical garden, the setting of the play, and was decorated with live blooms, foliage, and even an impressive waterfall.)

Her Majesty The Queen was accompanied by The Crown Princess as well as Princess Alice, who is the Royal Patron of the Brindleton Ballet Society. The royal trio occupied The Queen’s box, where Her Majesty and Their Royal Highnesses enjoyed the best seats in the house.

(Above: The Crown Princess, Her Majesty, and Princess Alice were seen watching the three-hour show rather intently.)

The three-hour play, which included multiple costume changes, and intricate set designs, seemed to impress the royal guests. Princess Alice, who herself used to dance ballet and was a member of the ballet society, looked especially thrilled by the performance. 

(Above: Swans and Royals Rub Elbows - The Queen and Their Royal Highnesses met and chatted with the cast and crew after the show.)

After the show, The Queen, The Crown Princess and Princess Alice then proceeded to meet some of the members of the cast. Isadora Hinggies, who play the titular Night Swan, revealed that Her Majesy congratulated her and the entire production for a job well done:

“I was practicing what to say in my head and I was trying to remember the protocol for meeting The Queen, but I think Her Majesty noticed I was a bit tense, so she took my hand, shook it, and told me she loved the performance. I was really relieved! She’s really very nice and very personable. She makes you feel very comfortable around her. She thought everyone did brilliantly and even shared that she used to dance ballet as a child, but it was Princess Alice who was really gifted. She also asked me how long I’ve been dancing and she seemed shocked when I answered that I’ve been at it since I was three, but she laughed and said she’d keep that it mind for her grandchildren.”

For the trip to the theatre, the royal guests pulled all the stops - we’re talking fancy dresses, jewels, and tiaras! We just love a surprise tiara outing, and tonight, we were lucky to get three in one go!

(Above: The Queen wore her mother’s tiara, The Queen Ophelia Birthday Tiara, with its emerald attachments to complete her green-themed look. Princess Alice, meanwhile, stuck with her own birthday tiara which she received on her 18th birthday, designed and commissioned by her father, the late King Leopold.)

Her Majesty went monochrome with a nearly all-green get-up comprised of a long-sleeved green gown, her mother’s birthday tiara worn with the emerald cabochon pendants, and its matching suite. 

Princess Alice, meanwhile, wore a butterfly print gown with a full skirt and quarter sleeves. HRH opted to accessorise with a diamond necklace and earrings, and topped off her classic french twist with her own birthday tiara.

(Above: Classy with a hint of Sexy - The Crown Princess turned heads and impressed with her statement red-and-white lace dress. Her Royal Highness showed off her toned legs and strappy heels thanks to the dress’s thigh-high slit.)

And then there’s The Crown Princess who most definitely did not disappoint. While we often see the heir to the throne in re-worn dresses and relatively comfy/casual outfits, HRH switched it up tonight and decided to go ultra glam in a red and white two-piece dress that boasts a daring -yet still classy- thigh-high slit. The Crown Princess also brought out the big guns, especially with her ruby and diamond drop floral earrings, which she complemented with matching cuff bracelets and a large ruby ring. For her choice of tiara? HRH wore one of her faves: the ruby and diamond Brindleton Foliage Tiara, one of the most recognisable diadems in the royal collection. Fun fact, the tiara is one of the few “blood princess tiaras” in the vault - meaning it can only be worn by blood princesses born into the royal family. This is why it can be worn by The Queen, The Crown Princess, Princess Eleanore, Princess Alice (although she’s never been photographed wearing it), and even Princess Ingrid (still technically hasn’t been photographed wearing it), but the late Queen Ophelia never got a chance to do so. That’s because the late queen was born a commoner who married into the family, hence, not a blood princess, making her unqualified to don the ruby and diamond headpiece.

Thanks for the surprise tiara outing, Your Majesty and Your Royal Highnesses! And may we say, it’s really quite lovely to see all three of you in one super fancy engagement!