#twelve hours in miami 3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

permanentcrossfics · 4 years ago

Text

Twelve Hours in Miami // h.s. - Part 3

Read Part 1 Read Part 2

You held up the rubbery ring to him.

“M’not puttin’ that on,” he said.

You snorted. “Not even for me?” Even as a joke it felt demanding, assumptive, that he would do anything for you.

“I’ve got this,” he said, pulling the vibrator from your grip, “if I wanna do summat for you.” He frowned, feeling around, before he twisted it and it hummed to life in his hand. “Ahhhh,” he crowed. “There it is.” He grinned at you and you snorted.

“It’s weak,” you said.

“Sure about that?”

Read NOW on Patreon // Tumblr // Wattpad

Up later than intended here -- sorry! April was a very, very busy (but positive, mostly) month. Thank you for reading these unexpected pests -- I hope you enjoy. This is the last of their total twelve hour arc, but if you’re curious about an addendum, feel free to head on over to Patreon (however, it’s not necessary to enjoy this story, not to read at all if that isn’t for you). Happy reading, loves! x

1:11.

The harsh buzz of his phone vibrating on the nightstand made your eyes fly open, startled from your doze. Harry tightened his arm around you while his other hand shot out to grab it.

“What is it?” you asked drowsily, burrowing against his chest.

“Flight reminder,” he murmured, voice gravelly from his own doze.

Dread cemented in a lump in your stomach. Twelve whole hours together, and somehow it wasn’t enough. “You can use the shower, if you want,” you said.

“Probably a good idea.” He sighed heavily and dropped his phone on the bed. “Later.”

“Harry��.”

“Later,” he repeated, wrapping his other arm around you and drawing you tighter into his chest. “I’ve got time.”

Not enough, you thought but didn’t say.

Four hours and a little bit to go, and they were going by much, much too fast.

Twelve hours. Twelve precious hours, and you were spending so many of them sleeping, too, with both of you falling in and out of it, curled up together under the thin sheet. Every time you’d opened your eyes and seen the clock, your heart had picked up in a spike of anxiety, but when you’d looked at him and seen him with his eyes closed, brow furrowed, whistling through his nose, you’d groggily laid your head down on his chest until you were pulled back under, only waking again when a panicked thought would remind you of the truth.

Twelve hours and time was running out.

Cheek to his chest, you closed your eyes and listened to his breathing. He was warm and familiar. Despite being a recent occurrence, nothing about being pressed against him, skin-on-skin, felt new, or strange, or indecent.

“Are you tired?” you whispered in a sandy voice.

“M’exhausted,” he said, equally as garbled and worn. “Couldn’t fuckin’ sleep last night.”

“Because of me?”

You were teasing him, but he grunted and didn’t say anything else, and you opened your eyes, this new information settling in and making you hyper aware of the fact that he’d agonized over his decision to come to your room this morning.

“Why?” you asked, soft enough that, if he wanted to, he could ignore it. You wouldn’t hold it against him.

“S’only twelve hours,” he mumbled at last. “Y’know? Not sure if that’s really fair.”

You noted the use of the present tense and burrowed your cheek closer, squeezing him around the middle.

The kit that had been delivered was on the table next to the clock radio. It was an embarrassingly lurid fucsia thing, and the man who’d delivered it had hardly been able to look you in the eye. Wordlessly, you reached across him and picked it up, resettling into his side to pluck at the plastic sealing it. He, to his credit, didn’t say any one of the smarmy lines that would be all too easy to indulge in, and when you popped the top off, the contents jumped out. Two condoms, which you pressed into his chest and he snickered under his breath, catching them. A packet of lube, a miniature bullet vibrator, and….

You held up the rubbery ring to him.

“M’not puttin’ that on,” he said.

You snorted. “Not even for me?” Even as a joke it felt demanding, assumptive, that he would do anything for you.

“It’s weak,” you said.

“Sure about that?”

You didn’t say anything, but your mouth went dry, and you shivered as he drew it up and down your arm and then across your chest and over your nipple lightly. Squirming, you grabbed his wrist, and he snickered, his voice breaking with exhaustion when he repeated, “Sure about that?”

“You’re an idiot,” you declared.

“Sure about that?”

“Yes!”

He laughed, but when you pushed away from him, he went after you and you shrieked, flattened into the bed, and you thumped his back. “Harry,” you said, grinning despite yourself, breathless from his weight.

He pressed scratchy kisses into your neck, and you could feel his chuckles against your skin as he peppered them up and down the column and then over the top of your chest. When he nuzzled your breast, though, your breath hitched, and his next kiss on your skin was more reverent -- a small touch of his tongue before his lips fell tenderly to complete it. Laughter fell away gradually, replaced by sighs and the gentlest moans from both of you -- his deeper and drowned in his throat and yours higher and unrestrained, urged on when he kissed harder, the vibrator abandoned somewhere neither of you cared about.

“Is this ok?” he mumbled without breaking away. He kissed the inside of your elbow and you gasped, fingers sliding into his hair as you nodded breathlessly.

“Please,” you said. “Please, Harry--”

He shuddered, then, and you jerked when he bit down sharply just under your breast. The jolt of adrenaline shot straight through you, and he kissed and nipped his way up your sternum, down over your belly, and then back up until he was at your shoulder, and it was then that you lifted your head and opened your mouth.

“Fuck!” His groan was deep and you could feel him tense under your touch, shuddering in your bite. Seconds later, you made a sharp noise when he returned it on your shoulder before turning your face into his cheek and nipping his jaw. He rewarded you with another groan and caught your lips in a kiss that quickly deepened and you whimpered, pushing your hands up his back to pull him closer. His cock was hard in the crease between your thigh and pelvis, and you moaned when he rutted his hips once, twice, instinctively seeking relief.

“M’gonna….” He swallowed hard and your hands simultaneously reached for the abandoned contents of the kit scattered in the sheets. You got a condom by your fingertips first, and you clapped your hand to the back of his neck to hold him in the kiss before letting go to fumble with the packet. You slid the latex disk out before he lifted up for you to roll it onto his cock in one quick motion, and you smoothed your hand down to finish the job.

“Good?” you whispered. He nodded, eyes barely open and his jaw tight and sharp. He exhaled with rattling force, then, and dropped his forehead to your shoulder. You kissed his at the same spot you’d bitten, and when he shifted, you opened your legs wider and swallowed back your beating heart.

“Ok, I’m…” he mumbled, turning his face into your neck. He peppered kisses up it and your jaw, and you inhaled sharply when he rolled his hips over yours, cock nestled over your clit. You whimpered and dug your left hand into his back while his own laced with your right next to the pillow your head was on. “Ok?” he prompted, voice strained.

You nodded quickly. “Mmhm.”

He kissed you through his first slow, sinking thrust, dipping in and out of you to give you time to adjust and open easily for him, swallowing up each of your noises and taking your deathgrip on his playing hand in stride. You were wet, and it wasn’t difficult or painful, but it was… he was… a lot. You pulsed with each bit more he stretched you, and you could feel him throbbing inside you, too.

“You’re ok,” he mumbled against your mouth. You sighed, parting your lips when his tongue dipped between their seam, and he took the inch you gave him without a moment’s hesitation. You groaned together on his next thrust, and you squeezed your thighs around his hips when he repeated it, finding his angle to glide in and out.

You huffed laughs and sputtered gracelessly against each other’s mouths, in a raw, unskilled and unpracticed way that was analogous to an inability to walk and chew gum at the same time but, somehow, held more primal appeal. You were robbing each other of finesse and patience, each one as guilty as the other, and there was some pride in that, too. If you focused and separated out each sensory experience, you could feel his necklaces dragging against your skin, back and forth in time with each roll of his hips.

His moans were what killed you, though. Soft, lazy rumbles trapped in his throat and smothered into your mouth, his own curved in unspoken pleasure. There was something selfish in the way he grabbed you, held you, kissed you, fucked you, trying to get everything all at once because he wanted it. He broke with one that went straight to your toes and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Look at me,” he pled. “Look at me, look at….”

You cracked your heavy lids open and caught his tremulous smile as he nodded. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glinted under the shadow of his sweaty hair. “That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s it, honey… oh….”

His eyes fell shut with his groan and you had the distinct thought that he should be looking at you, too, if you had to keep your eyes open. Your mouth moved uselessly, though, yielding only whimpers and soft iterations of his name. You kissed his neck, his jaw, his shoulder, and his bicep, feeling borderline hysteria swell in you because nothing was enough. Nothing satisfied you, you wanted your mouth everywhere, your hands, his mouth and hands. Twelve hours wasn’t enough. It was almost over and you’d just gotten him.

“Harry….”

He must’ve heard it in the way you said his name, because he thrust harder, then, each fall of his hips heavier than the last and punctuated by grunts that were beyond man.

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered. “Please… please don’t sto-- oh!” Pleas turned to babbles and you clutched him closer, hands slipping and finding their place on his body again each time. Both of you descended into a language neither of you spoke but somehow understood, following a path made up of instinct and cues. When he rolled over and took you with him, you bore down on his chest and squeezed his hips with your thighs as he guided you by yours, restrained but encouraging, but it didn’t last long before he groaned gutturally through his teeth and his stomach tensed to pull himself up. You locked your arms around his neck as he found your mouth again, but you were just finding your rhythm when he broke with a shuddering breath.

“Over,” he whispered. “Over-- on your-- is that--?”

Between the both of you, you managed to clamber off him, and you melted from your hands and knees onto your stomach, holding the sheets in your fists with your cheek pressed into the mattress. You shouted wordlessly when he thrust in again, his hands on your hip and ass, and your eyes watered with the even, deep rhythm he found. You could see his lips moving and eyes rolling up in the mirror on the wall, and you stared, transfixed and with your abdomen growing tighter and heavier.

“Tight,” he said under his breath in awe. “Tight, tight, fuckin’... fuck….”

You turned your face into the bed and your pitchy moan echoed through the mattress.

“Lemme hear,” he said. “Oh, lemme….”

“I wanna--” You gulped, mouth dry. “Harry, I wanna--”

“I know,” he muttered, his thrusts rough and choppy. “Fuck, I know, I know….”

Whimpering, you lifted your hips slightly, and it was then he pulled out completely again and rolled you onto your back. “C’mere,” he said, pushing your knees apart. “C’mere, good girl.”

He pressed his fingers to your clit and your back bowed away from the bed as you cried out, throat tight. He stroked, and pressed, and teased until the room was spinning from how your head rolled from side to side. You were pretty sure he was inside you when you came, but your orgasm was so deep and powerful all you could do was hold onto him through it and cling to consciousness through endless pulses. You went lax with a wet, ugly sound, and he followed suit in seconds, trapping you against the mattress. You writhed together, seeking grounding relief, and he tucked his head into the crook of your neck as your knee went between his thighs, arms winding around the other and slipping on sweaty skin….

“You’re ok,” he groaned. “You’re o-ok.” He smashed a kiss to your shoulder and you absorbed every rattling breath he took. He sputtered laugh. “G-got you good there.”

You nodded and closed your eyes against the spinning room.

***

3:50.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep. One minute you weren’t and the next you were waking up to the sound of your shower running. You sat up with a start, hand flying out beside you, and you blinked, quickly doing the math. Just over an hour and a half left, and then he’d be gone.

“Fuck,” you whispered, dragging your hand down your face. You didn’t even know when you’d fallen asleep, so you didn’t know how long you’d been out or how much time was wasted just lying there unconscious. Your robe was on the edge of the bed and you eased closer, with sore limbs and joints, until you could grab it to pull over your shoulders. You nuzzled the collar and took a deep breath, catching what he’d smelled like before the sex on it. From the corner of your eye, you saw a tied up condom in the wastebasket, and you snorted, burying into the soft fabric. You didn’t even remember him when he came. Not his face, or what he’d felt like, or any of it. You’d been so far gone yourself, you’d missed it.

Everything that’d happened had been real.

The bathroom door opened and you looked up as he strolled out in a towel. He met your eyes and you blinked, noting the softness in his features. He nodded, a slight bob of his head, and you returned it. When he dropped the towel, your lips quirked in amusement. Just twelve hours ago, the sight would’ve scandalized you in more ways than one. Now, you’d had sex with him and it was like he did this every day.

Clothes on, he moved through your room in organized chaos, gathering up what he needed and double checking this, that, or the other thing in the process. Already, he looked a little less like Harry, and a little more like who he had to be. Who he should be, who people expected him to be. Not even an hour ago, he was in bed with you, naked and unguarded, and now he was sharper and looking from the corners of both eyes.

“Do you have everything?” you asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” He looked up. “Yeah,” he said before you could ask again. “Yeah, I think… just feel like m’missing summat….” His brow was furrowed and again he retraced his steps through your room and bathroom and you stayed out of his way, curled up on the edge of the bed. You knew better than to get in the way of Hurricane Harry.

“I’ll keep it for you,” you said. “If you have. Or, you know—“ you went on, faltering when he looked at you— “send it on. Probably not to London, because you won’t be there for… but if you tell me where, or who, then I can.”

Where was he going? Who would he be with? Would he be coming home at all? Twelve hours had already been tight, but suddenly they felt scarce compressed between months of vague wondering and waiting.

“Thanks,” was all he said. “Ok.” He exhaled, smoothing his hands down his t-shirt. “I think that’s….”

You stood when he picked up his bag and followed him towards the door. Should you be? Was this pathetic? Trailing after him like—?

You squeaked when he stopped short and turned. “What’s wrong?” you asked reflexively. His eyes were wide and his jaw was set, sharp, and his face was a little pale even in the shadows.

“I’m gonna be back home soon,” he said. “Ok?”

“I know,” you said.

He licked his lips. “So when I get back….” he took a deep breath. “I’ll see you when I get back?”

You were working rapidly to fit the pieces of what he was saying together, and you nodded, although you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to. How soon was soon? When would he be home? What would you be figuring out, and what did that mean in the meantime? Were you, even tentatively, starting something? What went with that, for him and for you? The idea of him even flirting with someone else made your insides molten. Before, the thought would tickle and prickle uncomfortably, but you’d had twelve hours with him where he was yours and vice versa. You’d slept with him -- knew things about him and what he liked, what made him feel good. He’d made you feel….

He exhaled, lips turning up at one corner, and he pulled his shoulders back. He looked simultaneously relieved and cocky. “Right,” he said, mouth still twitching. “I’ll see you when I’m back.” Before you could wonder, he slipped his hand over your waist and leaned in. The kiss was quick — not like most of the ones you’d shared over the course of the day — but he squeezed your cheek. “I’ll see you,” he repeated.

You smiled slightly and stepped back as he opened the door, and then… he was gone. Until he wouldn’t be again.

Twelve hours and everything had changed completely. Nuzzling the collar of your robe again, you turned and slowly padded back into your room.

#harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry x reader #harry styles fic #twelve hours in miami #twelve hours in miami 3 #permanentcross fic #permanentcross #original writing

369 notes · View notes

headoverheelsforramsey · 2 years ago

Text

Dil Na Jaaneya ~ The Heart Doesn't Know

Book : Open Heart Book 1 (Set between ch. 10 & 11)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Tensions run high between Ethan and Meera as a Valentine's Day Compatibility Quiz bring their feelings to the surface.

Category : Fluffy Angst

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 3808 (this is longer than I wanted it to be but it'll be worth it I promise)

Trope : Valentine's Day, Pining

A/N 1 : Valentine's fic in September who am I? 😂 This is a request from dearest Ruby @starrystarrytrouble from this prompt list, still accepting requests if y'all want to send some in. Thank you so much for sending it, the prompt will appear in bold. ❤️

A/N 2 : This fic is inspired by Never Have I Ever season 3 episode 3, if you have watched it you know exactly what I am talking about. This is also my late submission for @choices-september-challenge-blog Day 2 : Cliffhanger Ending. Buckle up and get ready for the Angst, Happy Reading! 💜

Song inspo for title :

Out of all the things in the world Meera certainly did not expect the burst of pink, red, glitter, roses and balloons all over the hospital lobby when she stepped into it for a twelve hour shift. It was too early for all the cheer of celebrating a consumerist and frankly stupid holiday and she didn't need the reminder of being single. Well not exactly single, after the Miami conference but it was complicated to say the least.

Pushing all such thoughts away, Meera mentally prepared herself for a long shift because such holidays tend to bring out the stupidity in people and the hospitals have a field day, also being an intern she didn't have the luxury of staying in bed all day and finishing three pints of ice-cream like she would very much have liked to.

Putting on her best pre-coffee smile Meera approached the nurses' station to log in for the day. Marlene handed her several case files and a glittery pink envelope with a heart in the center and her name printed in bold elegant letters.

"What's this?" Meera asked, intrigued.

"Oh! You remember that HR evaluation sheet everybody had to fill out a couple of weeks back?" Marlene said clearly excited.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, it wasn't actually for HR. It was a compatibility test to see who you are most compatible with among the entire EB staff!"

"Wow!" Meera put on a fake smile clearly not being able to understand the enthusiasm behind this.

"I know! Right? The nurses organized it, I mean we all work so hard we should get the opportunity to play as hard right? Listen," Marlene leaned in conspiratorially, "just let me know, who you got there and I'll give him your number. You gotta loosen up girl! Go out, have some fun!"

"Thanks Marlene, I'll be sure to let you know," Meera smiled back, moving away from the nurses' station and heaving a sigh of relief as soon as she turned away.

"So now we are getting scammed at work?" Meera walked into the locker room, clearly frustrated.

"Yup, the day isn't far when they'll make us sign bonds for our organs in the name of HR evaluations," Jackie scoffed while tying her shoes.

"Exactly! I mean please let just agree that this quiz is stupid and it's like a bunch of high school crap."

"I think it's sweet," Sienna said, "Look who I got!" she said excitedly, passing the card to Meera.

Your Perfect Match is : DANNY CARDINAL (78% compatible)

"OMG Si! Way to go!" Meera enveloped her fellow dolphin in a hug.

"Hey Sienna," Danny's voice makes them break apart. "I got you too!" he said smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?" Sienna managed to say, as colours rose to her cheeks.

"Aww, look at you two!" Meera was so happy for her friend.

"Whatever, dude," Jackie rolled her eyes. "I still think it's stupid."

"Actually, it's quite scientific, this quiz was made on the basis of a study conducted by MIT researchers on human behavior and psychology," Danny informed.

"I don't think it's stupid," Landry now joined in the conversation. "See, who I got," he held up his card for everyone to see :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (53% compatible)

Meera's eyes went wide and she could not help but feel a pang of jealousy hammer against her heart. The others in the locker room also went still with shock.

"I mean he is my medical idol, and I think he'll appreciate the scientific compatibility that is between the two of us," Landry rambled on alone.

"You know what, I think I'll show this to him today and maybe ask…" suddenly conscious of the silent locker room and everyone's eyes on him, Landry shoved the card inside his scrub pocket and awkwardly left the room.

"Wow, that was a surprise," Sienna broke the silence with a concerned look at Meera.

"Yeah, he actually rigged the test," Danny said.

"He did what?" the jealousy in Meera's heart slowly dying down.

"He actually bribed one of the nurses to get into Dr. Ramsey's answers and tried to match it up," Danny informed once again.

"See another reason why this is dumb," Jackie bit into her apple.

"Anyways, Si, if you are free tonight, maybe…" Danny paused clearly looking nervous, "we can get drinks?"

Meera could see the happiness in Sienna's eyes.

"Sorry Danny, I have plans with Wayne tonight," Sienna answered, unable to look at him directly. "But let's reschedule? First round on me!"

"Sure, of course," Danny smiled, "I'll get back to work."

"You okay, Si?" Meera asked as she plopped on the bench.

After taking a few deep breaths Sienna answered, "yeah, but enough about me, tell me who you got?"

"Me? Si that's not necessary."

"Yes Bose, I want to know too," Jackie smirked.

"It's no one… I don't even know him…"

"Now you are making me even more intrigued."

Jackie's words seemed to corner Meera as she desperately searched her brain for an answer.

"Hey, hey, what's up everybody?" Bryce's jovial voice, seemed to dissipate the tension.

"Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you this is a no scalpel jockey zone," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Jokes on you because I am not alone today, meet my friend Lucas."

Meera looked upto see a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking deep into hers. On eye contact Lucas looked down shyly, that’s when Meera took in the man’s physique. Well built, almost at the same height as Bryce and brown locks adorning the forehead.

“Go on buddy,” Bryce patted his back encouragingly.

Lucas approached Meera and handed her the now familiar envelope. Confused, Meera opened it to reveal :

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (85% compatible)

“Just a heads up, Lucas here has had a crush on you since the beginning, but never got the courage to approach you, and you know with the impersonation of cupid that I am, I couldn’t sit with my arms folded,”Bryce gloated.

Lucas looked up hopefully at her. Suddenly aware of all the eyes boring into her, Meera did the only thing her brain could come up with.

“Lucas!!” Meera put on the biggest smile she possibly could. “You know, I got you too,” she turned to look at Jackie. “What a coincidence.”

“Really?” Lucas’s smile could light up a village, “Listen, if it’s okay with you… would you… like…” Lucas gulpped “like… to… go out with me… tonight?“

Oh shit! Meera thought, what else was she expecting? Come on brain think of something. Just as she was about to open her mouth Lucas’ pager went off.

“Sorry!” he hurriedly looked at it. “I need to go,” he smiled leaving the rest of the interns.

“So? What do you think Bose? Did I do a good job?” Bryce winked.

“Sure,” Jackie answered instead, “he looked like he would suffer an aneurysm, if Meera said no. I just don’t see how they are compatible, again more proof that this whole thing is stupid.”

“Its not stupid, and I am going to prove it to you,” Bryce handed his card to Jackie.

Jackie skimmed over it and handed it over to Meera with a dry laugh. “Good luck meathead, you’re gonna need it.”

Your Perfect Match is : INES DELAROSA (69% compatible)

“But Ines is… “ Sienna tried to warn Bryce but Jackie’s one look made her stop.

Ines poked her head into the locker room, “guys rounds in ten.”

“Hey, Ines,” Bryce leaned against the door frame. "I know, I should start with Dr. Delarosa but let's just skip beating round the bush. So you know this little compatibility test going around the hospital?" Bryce handed her his card and a very shocked Ines accepted it. "What do you say to a little wine and dine tonight?" Bryce completes with a bow.

"Wow!" Ines is still a little dumbfounded. "I am going to try to make this as gentle as possible, Dr. Lahela I hate to break it to you I am gay."

"Wh-what?"

"And even if I wasn't, you wouldn't be my type," Ines handed him his card back and left with a polite smile.

"Damn!" Sienna said.

"He certainly did not expect that," Meera laughed as Bryce still could not comprehend what had just happened.

"She is joking right? Playing hard to get?"

"No, meathead," Jackie hit his arm playfully. "That's why I said this whole thing is just stupid."

Bryce watched Jackie intently. "Who did you get Varma?"

"How is that relevant?" Jackie became defensive at once.

"You have been against this quiz the whole time and it makes me very intrigued to know who is on your card."

"So what? Bose thinks it is stupid too."

"Yeah but we know her perfect match, yours though remains a mystery."

"And that's the way it'll stay," Jackie tries to make a run for it but Bryce easily blocks her and plucks the card out from her white coat pocket.

"Hey! Give that back!" as Jackie protested, Bryce tossed the card towards Meera who opened it at once :

Your Perfect Match is : HARPER EMERY (77% compatible)

"Jackie! This is good," Meera exclaimed. "She is smart, intelligent, attractive and totally your type why are you hiding this?"

"Yeah but she is Harper Emery," Jackie plucked the card out of Meera's hand. "Like the Harper Emery, chief of medicine, our boss. Do you think it's ever going to work out?"

Meera knew that was a rhetorical question but boy did it hit home.

"Yeah she is smart, intelligent and attractive but I don't even know if she likes women? And I am not about to embarrass myself like Lahela here," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Aww, Jackie!" Sienna started approaching her.

"Don't try to hug me Trinh," Jackie warned. "Let's just get to work and get over with today."

As the interns slowly emptied the locker room. Meera could not help but look at her own envelope. Intrigued, she had opened it on the elevator itself and the name on it had left her speechless. With a deep breath she opened it once again :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (98% compatible)

She moved her fingers over his name as memories of Miami seeped back in. She dried off the single tear that escaped, before securely putting the envelope in her locker and putting on her white coat.

As the day moved on the cheer of Valentine's Day didn't seem to die down. Patients had caught onto the compatibility quiz and pestered to know the answer for every doctor they met. The gossip and rumor mill was actively running with all sorts of news.

Meera had just finished a consult and was discussing the case with Sienna when she spotted him. Standing at the nurses' station, frustration clearly marked all over his face, trying to make quick work of the charts he is signing. But what happened next kept the entire hospital reeling.

"Dr. Ramsey…" Landry approached Ethan.

"Yes?" he said without looking up from his chart.

"So… you must have heard about the compatibility test going around the hospital today?" Obtaining no reaction from Ethan whatsoever Landry continued, "you know it's developed by MIT researchers and… it's highly scientific." Landry stopped to inhale, "and I know how much you… love… scientific analysis, so…" he then tried to open his envelope and takeout his card but dropped it and another couple of charts instead.

After muttering a curse under his breath he stooped down to pick it up. When he finally stood again, he saw Ethan's blue eyes staring into his, expression unreadable as always.

"So…" Landry extended his card with shaking hands, "I just wanted… to… let you know… scientifically you and… I… are compatible," he stopped to see if there was any change in expression, but it remained the same.

"And if you… umm you… you…" as Landry grasped for his next words, Ethan Ramsey cleared his throat.

"Are you done with this? Dr…" his heavy baritone voice making the entire hospital silent.

"Olsen," Landry completed in a timid voice, handing him his card.

"I can take this off your hands," Ethan takes the card and rips it off in half and that half in another half until nothing but pieces of paper remain scattered on the floor. "Your hands were so full with that you seemed to have lost track of your actual duty, what you are paid to do," he said handing atleast two dozen case files to Landry. "These are your assigned cases for the day, I want them all done before you leave the hospital premises today, get back to work Dr…"

"Olsen," Landry's voice now so small he himself couldn't hear it.

"Yes, Olsen, get back to work, you have a long day ahead."

With that Ethan Ramsey made his way towards the elevator leaving behind a shocked, silent audience of hospital staffs. But not before he stole a glance at the familiar brown eyes, and curly hair. Before his eyes could wander further down her body, he schooled his features and left.

Ethan walked into his office. The heavy glass doors cutting off the hospital noises and providing him respite from the horrendous holiday being celebrated all over. He sighed at the sight of the pink envelope peeking from the middle of his stack of paperwork.

He wanted to throw it away, tear it even but he found his heart betraying his brain as he reached for the envelope and put it securely on his inner left coat pocket. The envelope now rested over his heart, ironically mocking the person he is slowly growing to be.

He could hear her infectious laughter, echoing from the walls of the abandoned new wing of the hospital. Ethan stopped at the threshold of Naveen's cabin, drawing in a breath, he put on a professional face.

"Keep it down Naveen, you are going to give away our secret hiding spot."

"I can't," Naveen doubled down with laughter, "you have to listen to what this Lahela guy did today!"

As Naveen and Meera share another laugh, Ethan rolled his eyes. "Any new updates, Dr. Bose?"

"Yes!" Meera quickly goes back to her game face, "the oxygen level seems to improve and so does the sodium-potassium levels, I think we should stick to this treatment plan for a few more days."

"Boring!" Naveen comments as Meera hands over the tablet for Ethan to review. "Give me more details Meera, who did the others get on their compatibility test?"

"You seem interested enough," Ethan says nonchalantly.

"Ofcourse I am! I might be in the hospital but I miss all the shenanigans and gossip! You know, Meera if I was still there, I bet I would have atleast a dozen matches!"

"Sure Dr. Banerji," Meera chuckled, "I am sure you have a lot of game."

"Yes I do! And I believe to pass some of it onto my mentee as well but he seems to not enjoy it. Please tell me Ethan, I'm fortunate enough to know who is on your card?"

"No."

"You are no fun! Meera here is gonna share with us. Won't you dear?"

Meera's heart skipped a beat, she nervously sneeked a glance at Ethan. He seemed engrossed in the chart but she could swear he looked up to meet her eyes for a split second.

"Come on! Don't deprive an old sick man of gossip," Naveen's voice cut through Meera's train of thoughts.

"Lucas Whitlock," Meera said, keeping a close eye on Ethan out of the corner of her eyes.

"Who?" Ethan shouted in his head as Naveen actually said it.

"He a surgical intern and one of Bryce's friends."

"So how is this Lucas? Is he handsome? Did he ask you out?" as Naveen launched into a string of questions Ethan adjusted the dosages of the medicines and quickly took his leave.

No matter how much he tried convincing himself, his heart still wasn't ready to handle the image of her with someone else.

Meera sat on one of the benches in the locker room giving her joints a much needed massage. She looked at the red bodycon dress hanging in her locker and didn't know why her heart sank at the thought of getting ready to go out with Lucas. She was very much tempted to go home and spend the night with ice-cream like she had originally planned.

A soft sob drawed Meera's attention towards the bathroom. A decked up Sienna made her way out and Meera jumped to her feet to help her sit down.

"Hey, hey, hey Si. What happened?"

"Wayne…" Sienna dabbed at her eyeliner stained cheek, "he can't make it… again!"

"Oh Si!" Meera pulled her in an embrace as she emptied her heart out. "It's okay, he doesn't deserve you."

As the tears dried up Meera helped Sienna clean up her makeup. "You know what we should do? Let's get the biggest pint of ice-cream and put on a sappy movie! The best way to celebrate Valentine's Day!" Meera tried making her friend smile.

"No! I can't do that to you. You have been through so much lately you deserve to have fun!"

"We will have fun Si! We don't need no man! And you out of all people know that I can't go out with Lucas." Meera sighed a distant look on her face.

"Don't do this to yourself Meera," Sienna reached for her hands. "I know what's going on in your heart, but that shouldn't stop you from having fun. Go out, enjoy yourself! It doesn't have to mean anything."

"Okay," taking in a deep breath Meera said. "but on one condition, you will have to go out with Danny."

"Meera! It's not the same."

"Take your own advice Si. Just go out and have fun, it doesn't have to mean anything."

The dolphins shared a long look and after some more encouragement from Meera, Sienna agreed.

"Yay!" Meera squealed. "Let's fix your make up."

Sienna chuckled as the two of them got ready.

Meera stood at the hospital lobby, waiting for her "date". It felt weird even if she didn't say it out loud. She looked around, the compatible test had actually helped a lot of people get into the Valentines spirit.

"Wow!" a voice caught her attention. Dressed in jeans and a blazer Lucas could easily blend in with the crowd but once you meet those brown orbs he is hard to be missed. "You look…"

"very appropriate" the voice in her head completed.

"amazing!" Lucas said.

"You look great too," Meera manages a smile.

"You ready to go?" he extends his hand.

Meera nods, avoiding his extended hand. As the two stepped towards the exit Meera looks back at the hospital one last time for that night only to find the pair of Miami blue eyes on her from the balcony on the second floor. Her world seemed to stop as she sensed regret in those eyes but it was all gone too soon. He carefully looked at her one last time as if memorising each and every detail before moving out of her vision.

"Hey, you okay?" Lucas asked concerned since she hadn't moved in the past two minutes.

Meera gives a small nod and heads out of the hospital with long strides not looking back to see if Lucas was following her.

The night seemed to be going well? If by well it meant trying to stay sober even after having too many drinks. Lucas was great, they had pleasant conversation and he was great company but yet all Meera could think about was her boss' face and the look in his eyes. Yeah boss she'd drink to that Meera smiled to herself picking up her glass and bringing to her lips.

"Earth to Meera!" Lucas' voice broke Meera out of her trance not for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry!" Meera felt really guilty, "I am just a little distracted."

"Yeah a little," Lucas shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Damn! You make even the nicest of people loose their calm. What an awful person are you?

"Wanna dance?" Meera offered.

"Sure. Why not," she was relieved to see the smile back on Lucas' face.

Meera took his hand this time and made her way to the dance floor. Their rhythm was out of beat sometimes but Meera was starting to have fun. After a few songs the music in the bar shifted to a slow romantic one and Lucas pulled her close in an embrace.

Suddenly it wasn't fun anymore, Meera felt her throat closing up, but before she could protest, she found Lucas leaning in waiting for her to meet him halfway.

I'm beginning to realize… there are some things that are worth any risk.

"I'm sorry," she uttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I have to go," Meera untangles herself.

"Meera, wait! Did I make a mistake? We can work it out, I promise."

She nods negatively, unable to look at him, "I made a mistake and I'll have to rectify it." She rushes out of the bar as tears break free from her eyes.

On the other side of Boston, Ethan Ramsey entered his dark, lonely alcove. Not feeling the need to turn the lights on he stood in front of the floor to ceiling window which illuminated a magical picture of the Boston skyline but prevented the Valentine cheer to enter the soulless apartment.

He closed his eyes desperately trying to remove the scandalous image of one doey-eyed intern clad in luxurious red, hugging and amplifying each of her curves and the things he could do to her if… if he allowed himself to.

Shaking his head he headed into the kitchen, he needed a stiff drink or even two if he wanted to survive the night. He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie and settled down to nurture a glass of his favorite scotch, when the familiar pink envelope caught his eye.

He had no one to hide from here, he was all alone, with that thought he swiftly opened it. His heart hurt for the umpteenth time that day as he read the word imprinted over and over again.

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (97% compatible)

Just as he was about to pour himself another glass to drown in his sorrow, a knock on his door made him stop. Surprised and confused he opened the door and was met with Meera.

Her eyes now red to match her dress, hair all over her face and heels on one hand.

"Hi," she said in a shaking voice.

"You shouldn't be here," it took every ounce of strength for him to utter those four words.

"I know. But I have nowhere else to go."

If you don't know, Harper and Jackie end up together in my universe. 😇

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

Perma : @starrystarrytrouble @quixoticdreamer16 @coffeeheartaddict2 @liaromancewriter @tessa-liam @gryffindordaughterofathena @crazy-loca-blog @zahrachoices @bex-la-get @potionsprefect @schnitzelbutterfingers @a-crepusculo @custaroonie @aishwarya26

Ethan x Meera : @jerzwriter @wanderingamongthewildflowers @takemyopenheart

+ @openheartfanfics, @choicesficwriterscreations, @choices-september-challenge-blog

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. 💜

P.S. : I know I am a little behind on my reading but I promise to catch up on it during the weekend. 💕

46 notes · View notes

omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

Text

✨Masterlist✨

Last Updated: May, 2nd, 2024

98% of my writing is smut, so please be a responsible little bean! +18 readers only

WRESTLERS:

Roman Reigns

Not Everything Is What It Seems

Coping With Your Fears

A New Experience

Birthday Surprise

Taking Care Of Business

The Problem That Starts With An B

Who?

What’s Your Bet?

Guess Who?

The Perfect Opportunity

Papa

Miami Nights

To Catch A Thief

Taking The Reins

In Need For A Private Lesson

Never Forget The Rules

The Peace Maker

Sirius

Sirius Part 2

Don’t You Just Love Birthdays?

Blue Is My Favorite Color

Things You Make Me Do

Someone

Prove Me Wrong

Acknowledge Me

A Night To Remember

Mr. Reigns

Eddie Kingston

First Time

Dexter Lumis

Confession

Verlangen

Teaser

Payback

Limited Time

Wardlow

Period Sex

Gentle Giant

Aleister Black/Malakai Black

Watcher

After Hours

Ask Drabble

Feast

Into The Woods

Unsolicited Visitor

Jay Briscoe

One Last Time

Kink List

CNC

Mark Briscoe

Kink List

Fish

Jay White

Better The Devil You Know

Ask Drabble

Sinful Sunday 2

It Will Come Back

Cold Blooded

Temper, Temper

Pop That Cherry

No Good

Inmate

Churchyard

Love, hate, love

Behind The Curtains

David Finlay

No Good

Hook

Under The Water

Ghostly Entertaintment

Back To You

Kenny Omega

Being With The Elite

Matt Jackson

Being With The Elite

Feral

One’s Not Enough

Target

Salty

Salty 2

Salty 3 (ask)

Dawn

Salty 4

Take me to church

Villainous!Matt

Sex w/ Vampire!Matt

T.A.Q.H.N.V

Imposter Syndrome

Nick Jackson

Sinful Sunday 3

Sinful Sunday 4

Being With The Elite

Yoga Partner Gone Wrong

NSFW Alphabet

One’s Not Enough

It Happened Quiet

Target

Villainous!

A different Nick

Red lights

Take me to church

Good Boys Go To Hell Pt 2

The Purge

Dan “Drilla” Moloney

Rubrum

Adam Cole

Video Games

Corrupt!Cop

Judgment Day

Pretty In Pink

Pink Lights

Damian Priest

Just Pray

First Time....With A Twist

A Night To Remember

Nascosto

MJF

Enjoy The Silence

Tommaso Ciampa

Why So Cynical?

Adam Page

Serve Me

Edge

Absolution

Homecoming

Drew McIntyre

Anger Management Part 1

Anger Management Part 2

A Friend To Help You Freshen Up

Paralysis

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 2

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 3

(Her) Bitter Past

Childhood Games

Paul In Blue Overalls

A Little Reminder

In A Heartbeat

Difficult Times

Would You Fancy A Cup A Tea?

Finn Bálor

A Wise Advise

A High Price To Pay

The Choice

Spa Day From Hell

Our Day Will Come

A Demon, But Also A Brat Tamer

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt.2

Nevermore?

Second Chance

Ilinx

Drunk In Love

Sinful Sunday 1

Salome

Jon Moxley

Fire And Gasoline Part 1

Fire And Gasoline Part 2

A Song For You

New Tricks

Kitty

Like Altair and Vega

Pleasant Surprise

One Bottle To Blame

Red Stains

Sleepwalking

Claudio Castagnoli

Dubious Benefits

Not A Sound

Baron Corbin

Cultural Differences

Seth Rollins

Mrs. M

Maybe It’s Called Fate

Sunset Pt.2

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt. 2

Conquest

The Peace Maker

Rhea Ripley

Seraphic

Work For That

Another Day, Another Lesson

Homecoming

Cash Wheeler

Castle

NSFW Alphabets

Kenny Omega

Jay Briscoe

Eddie Kingston

Malakai Black

SERIES:

ILLICITUS (ROMAN REIGNS X READER - CURRENTLY IN HIATUS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

INSANIA (MALAKAI BLACK X OFC- COMPLETE)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

WHERE I BELONG (EDDIE KINGSTON X READER - IN PROGRESS)

THE BEGINNING OF THE END (ELP X READER X JAY WHITE - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

THE TWELVE DISCIPLES (NICK JACKSON X OFC X MATT JACKSON)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

STOCKOLM (BLACKPOOL COMBAT CLUB X READER)

Prologue

Chapter 1

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD (KENNY OMEGA X OFC)

Prologue

WHAT YOU CAN LEARN (MJF X OFC - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

ALL HAIL TO THE KING (BARON CORBIN X READER - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

CAPITALI POENA (DAMIAN PRIEST X READER - HALLOWEEN SERIES - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM (DAMIAN PRIEST) - TRILOGY

Capitulum I - Hellion

Capitulum II - Tēctus

BOUND (DREW MCINTYRE)

Bound: Part 1 (The Negotiation)

Bound Part 2 (The First Act)

DRABBLES:

Roman Reigns

Ancestral Roots

Baron Corbin

At Your Service

Eddie Kingston

Trigger

I’ve Got To See You Again

Shoop

Matt Jackson

Prettiest Star

Adam Page

Prettiest Star

MJF

Distractions

Lazy On A Sunday Afternoon

Drew McIntyre

Study Material

Seth Rollins

Sunset (pt.2 is in the One Shot’s section)

Turn On The Lights

Dirty Mouth

Damian Priest

Pillow

Fighting

A Little Decor

HEADCANNONS

MASO’S CHRISTMAS LIST - 2021

MASO’S HALLOWEEK - 2022

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Sneaky - Alan 5 Angels (to writtingrose)

DRABBLES (SERIES):

7 DEADLY SINS (COMPLETE)

Wrath (Drew McIntyre)

Envy (Seth Rollins)

Sloth (Seth Rollins)

Pride (Finn Bálor / Prince Devitt)

Greed (Roman Reigns / Tribal Chief)

Gluttony (Jon Moxley)

Lust (Can you guess who it is?)

CAPTIVE (COMPLETE - SETH ROLLINS)

Captive Part 1

Captive Part 2

Captive Part 3

Captive Part 4

Captive Part 5

THE LAST TEST (COMPLETE X READER - JON MOXLEY)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

1K notes · View notes

strawberrypaul · 3 years ago

Text

miami

request: "if you're still in the mood to write.... maybe something cute about going to miami with john and the boys in '64? 💗" okay i'm so sorry if this didn't turn out the way you imagined. i just started writing and got carried away and it might not be super "cute", it has some angst but also fluff. if this is nothing like what you asked for, please let me know and i will do my best to write something else <3

word count: 3.3k oops

pairing: john lennon x f!reader

warnings: accidentaly angsty, mild verbal abuse (?) not really tho, arguments, achohol, annoying men at the pub and probably bad grammar and typos.

summary: john comes home from the studio and can't wait to tell y/n some great news; they're going to miami! but y/n is unsure and that causes some conflicts.

7 p.m. Since it’s August, and the end of summer has begun, when you lifted your head from your book and turned to look out the window - you could see the sun already setting. The entire sky was a perfect blend of warm oranges, purples and blues. The sunrays’ vibrance and warm colors seemed to find their way straight to your heart and a smile slowly showed up on your face.

It was hard not to fall in love with evenings like these. The living room was dark, only the light from a floor lamp in the corner of the room and a couple of candles lit up the room. But it was nice, cozy even. Right next to the couch’s arm rest stood a little wooden side table with a record player on top of it, softly playing “Love me Tender” by Elvis Presley - a classic choice. Everything was at peace and you were content, the only thing missing was John. Sure, you supposed you enjoyed a bit of you-time every now and then but you would be lying if you said you didn’t prefer to be alone with John. He was your partner, and your safe spot. As an all-the-time-busy woman you didn’t get the perks those other housewives got; You didn’t get to spend all day at home and you didn’t get to make dinner for your husband when he got home from work. But the thing was, that’s not what you wanted anyways. You enjoyed working, you enjoyed running errands all day, and most of all you enjoyed getting home after a long day at the office and cook dinner together with John.

With all these beautiful thoughts passing your head you found yourself missing John a lot more than just minutes before. When was he going to come back from the studio? He left at seven this morning, he’s been away for over twelve hours now. But right as you turned your head away from the clock on the wall, to dive back down in your book, the front door flew open. And with it, John came storming in. Hastily he tried to rip off his coat, throw off his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. You simply stared at him in disbelief. Maybe you took back what you had said earlier about not enjoying time alone in complete silence. What the hell was the hurry about? Now John had rushed to your shared bedroom and you could hear him rummaging through the drawers. You shook your head and put down your book to stand up and walk over to the bedroom door frame. Crossing your arms over your chest you continued watching him throw out clothes from different drawers, waiting for him to even notice you.

“Care to say ‘Hello’?” you spoke up with a slight annoyance. His head shot up to look at you with wide open eyes, it was like he froze for a second. He let go of whatever he had in his hands to walk over to where you stood, opened his arms to embrace you. With a kiss on your head he let go of you.

“Of course, of course. Hello, dear. I’m sorry.” he hastily said. Just as you were about to ask him what on earth he was doing, making the bedroom a complete mess, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“We got great- no, fantastic, news today! You won’t be able to believe it, we’re going to Miami!” he said with excitement, face lit up with joy. “They’ve already got it all figured out with flights and hotel. And the best part; you’re coming with us!” John almost burst with excitement at this point. He waited for you to jump in his arms cheering. But you didn’t. And in no time John’s facial expression completely changed. He now had a confused look on his face. His brows were furrowed and his eyes filled with questions. He took a step back from you in an attempt to understand why you weren’t just as frantic as he was.

“Love, what’s wrong? We’re going to Miami!” he asked. You sighed, letting go of a heavy breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Your shoulders fell as you looked down on your feet. Fiddling with your fingers, you were unsure of what to tell him.

“I- uh… John, I can’t go to Miami” you started, eyes still on the floor.

“What do you mean you can’t go? You always talk about how you want to go on vacation to all these different places” he said in confusion. “Besides, it’s only two weeks” he stated. You didn’t know what to tell him. Two weeks. That’s a long time, you thought for yourself. You thought about your parents, and your job. You visited your parents about every other day, they lived nearby and since they were getting old you felt a responsibility over them. You have helped them get groceries and run errands for a large number of years now, you couldn’t just leave. What if something should happen to them, like an accident and one of them needs to get rushed to the hospital? Anxiety rose inside you as horrible thoughts crossed your mind. And work, you couldn’t just leave work behind you for two weeks. Not even for two days. Working in an office meant piles and piles of paperwork every day. You couldn’t imagine what your desk would look like when you got back from Miami, if you went. No, you simply could not go with them. You walked over to the bed and sat down. You sighed once more before you started to explain to him.

“I can’t leave my parents here, or work. You know that.” you said looking up at him with doe eyes. “What if something happens when I’m not here? No one will be there to help. And work, I will have sky high piles of paperwork on my desk when I return” you continued.

John let out a loud sigh, he sounded almost frustrated? He started walking back and forth in front of you and you stood up. Placing a hand on his shoulder you started saying “John, I’m sorry but I just-” but you got interrupted immediately.

“No. Stop. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’re just being ungrateful. I arranged a vacation for you, to bloody Miami, and you say you can’t go because you won’t be able to take care of your adult parents for two weeks?” he snapped unexpectedly.

Your jaw dropped. Did he just say that? No, unacceptable. You would not let anyone talk down on things you held close to heart, and especially not your parents. You felt your face heat up with anger and your body fill up with adrenaline. This was not gonna be pretty.

“You did not just say that…” you started, still in disbelief. “How dare you say that?!” you spat, raising your voice at him. “Don’t you dare talk down on my parents! You know damn well how special they are to me. They have helped me so much in my life, they gave me the childhood every child deserves. The very least I can do to return the favor is to take care of them” you were almost shouting at this point, tears had begun streaming down your face. “But I guess you don’t understand that, you don’t have your parents” you muttered and you regretted every word of that sentence the second they were said.

“What did you just say?” John began quietly. You frantically shook your head. “No… no, I’m so sorry John. I didn’t mean to say that” you tried but it was too late. “Did I hear that right?” he raised his voice. “You’re standing there, shouting at me for ‘talking down on your parents’ and then you proceed to add that you assume I don’t understand because I don’t HAVE any parents?” he, too, was shouting now. “Do you hear yourself right now?” he asked angrily. You didn’t answer, you were in chock. You had to admit you were a little scared even. “I said, do you hear what you are saying right now?” he repeated with a military-like voice. You couldn’t handle this, you had to get away from this situation. You quickly grabbed your purse and wallet, put on your shoes and grabbed a coat, stormed out the front door and one second later you were gone. You didn’t know where you were going though. You couldn’t go to your parents house, you didn’t want to bother them having to explain what had just gone down. Your only, and best, friend was away on vacation, so you couldn’t escape to her house either. Ha, ironic, you thought to yourself.

You were just walking with no destination. You passed a pub, stopped, took a few steps back and decided to have a look. You entered the bar and was greeted by the smile of a middle aged man standing behind the bar. He was holding several bottles at once, making drinks for the people sat on the bar stools in front of him. You simply smiled back to him and took a seat on a free bar stool.

“What can I get for a lady like you?” the man asked politely. You gave him a fake smile. What was ‘a lady like you’ supposed to mean?

“I want a glass of whatever the strongest alcohol you have in store” you answered while straightening your back. The man looked surprised but then nodded, immediately getting started on your drink. One moment later the drink was put on the table in front of you. “That’ll be £4 then” the bartender said, still with that ridiculous smile on his face. You started digging in your wallet for some money as a male voice was heard behind you. “I’ll pay for that” the man said. You turned around to see who this man was and when you looked up you saw a tall man with slicked back hair, wearing an expensive-looking suit. He looked like the typical red-flag-guy. You’ve met a lot of those in your life, so you knew one when you saw one. You shook your head telling him you had money of your own, but thanking him for his kindness. “No, no, I’ll pay. A lady like you shouldn’t have to pay for her drinks” the man insisted, a distasteful grin showing up on his face. What’s it with all these creepy men and saying ‘a lady like you’, you thought. At this point you had almost finished your drink, but that man was not going to give up on you any time soon. You were getting tired of his ‘but you’re such a pretty lady’ and ‘I bet you I could treat you better than your man at home, I mean, why are you at a pub alone anyway?’ bullshit. You took a last sip of your drink and slammed it down on the table, catching the people around you's attention. “Fine, you can pay for my drink” you said monotonically. “But don’t you ever call me a ‘pretty lady’ again”.

Grabbing your purse you stood up and walked out the door. You had had enough. With a fast pace you instinctually started walking back home. After a few minutes of walking you felt a wave of fear wash over you. The anxiety kicked in and suddenly you were crying. You were not far away from home when you started running for your life. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, rain started pouring down. What was wrong with these men?! Can’t they leave a woman alone? The adrenaline made you run faster than you thought was possible but you suddenly stopped when you realized you had reached your front door. Your first instinct was to just open the door but you soon got reminded of what had happened before you left. So instead you took a few deep breaths and gently knocked on the door while trying to pull yourself together. But as the door opened and a man you deep down loved so dearly stood in the doorway with a tired smile, you lost it. You ran into his arms and to your relief he put his arms around you and held you close to his chest. Hearing his heartbeat immediately calmed you down and you closed the door behind the two of you. John helped you out of your clothes and into new warm ones. He made you a cup of tea and sat down beside you on the couch. He did keep a small distance though.

“I’m so sorry, John, I really am. It was a horrible thing for me to say” you shuddered, still cold from the rain. You could hear a quiet sigh come from John.

“It was, yes. But I forgive you, y/n” he said calmly, nothing like how he had shouted at you only hours ago. “Besides, the things I said - that was not okay. You’re never ungrateful, and I know how much your parents mean to you. I’m sorry, really sorry” he said and looked down to his feet. You could tell he was ashamed of earlier. But you were too, and you were going to forgive him. You stroked his cheek with your cold hand and made him look at you. “I forgive you, John. And I know, I shouldn’t worry so much about my parents. They’re adults and can take care of themselves just fine. I just feel guilt over not giving them the love they deserved when they gave me everything as a child. I guess this is my way of saying ‘thank you’ to them”. John took your hand from his cheek and held it in his. “You don’t need to explain, love. You’re too good for this world, and what you’re doing is more than enough” he told you. John’s words hit you like an arrow in your heart. It was like his words were the only piece missing in the puzzle that was your life.

Squeezing his hands you looked up into his beautiful hazel eyes, and you breathed out. “I want to go with you to Miami” you said. John’s eyes shot open and a smile appeared on his face. “What?” he said, surprised. “I said, I want to go with you to Miami” you laughed, knowing damn well he heard you the first time. John jumped up from the couch, his hands still in yours as he pulled you up with him. He grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. When he put you down, you were laughing so much your stomach hurt. John placed his index finger under your chin to make you look at him, and when you did, he pulled your face closer to his and kissed you right on your lips. It was a kiss of pure happiness and you couldn’t help but smile like a child on christmas. This was love, if anything.

John broke away from the kiss and inspected your face for a moment before speaking. “Well, we better get to packing then. The plane is at nine tomorrow morning”. You let out a giggle before giving him a peck on the lips, typical John.

The next morning you were woken up by a loud knocking on the door. You rubbed your eyes trying to see anything in the bright bedroom. You were looking for the clock on the bedside table and after trying to see what time it was you successfully read 8 a.m. You put the clock back on the bedside table and as you were about to lay back down you were hit with realization. 8 a.m?! The plane to Miami was leaving in an hour! Oh no… this was not good. You turned your head to look at John, who was of course still fast asleep. You shook his shoulders and gently patted his cheeks a couple times. He let out groans and mutters, letting you know he was at least half awake.

“John, wake up! It’s 8 a.m, if you don’t get out of bed in ten seconds we’re going to miss the flight” you informed him while getting up to open to see who was knocking on the door. Looking through the peephole on the door you saw three men with matching outfits and similar haircuts. Knowing exactly who these three men were, you opened the front door, preparing yourself for the worst. Through the door stormed George, Paul and Ringo. They immediately rushed into the bedroom to find John sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Why’s it always you John?” Ringo asked irritably.

“Go on, out of bed you go” said George while pulling on John’s arms to help him.

Paul simply stood in the doorway with crossed arms and a smile of disbelief on his face. “What were you two up to last night? This room’s a bloody mess” he laughed. John didn’t. “Shut up” he simply replied.

You were in the hallway packing the last few things for your trip. The only thing everyone waited on now was for John to get dressed so you could leave for the airport. You had called your parents the night before, telling them about your trip. You were nervous but struck by relief when your mom basically begged for you to go. She explained how they could take care of themselves, besides, you were not going to leave them forever. It was only two weeks after all. “I’ll come over and water your plants every few days, alright?” she had said over the phone. A smile had made its way to your face and you answered with an “Alright, mom”. It had been quiet for a while as your mom spoke again “Just don’t miss us too much, okay, honey?” she sounded almost concerned. And as a wave of sadness washed over you, you said “Can’t promise you that, mom”. You said your goodbyes and hung up.

As you came back to reality after reliving the memories of your conversation with your mother from last night, John, Paul, George and Ringo stood in front of you in the hallway with sweet smiles. You smiled and nodded before opening the door. You let the four boys out of the house and before closing the door you took a last peek inside. Why was it so hard to leave home? you sighed for yourself. Maybe it was the separation from what you loved most that gave you this extreme anxiety? You didn’t come up with an answer and your thoughts got interrupted by a car honking at you. You quickly turned around to see Paul’s hand waving at you, signaling for you to get in the car. You mouthed a “I’m coming” and turned to the front door again. Crouching down you lifted up the doormat and stuck a key under it, in case your mom should stop by.

Exhaling deeply you got up and started walking away from the house. You stepped into the car and sat down next to John. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, giving you comfort. “It’ll be alright, darling. It’s only two weeks, remember?” he whispered so only you would hear him. You didn’t look at him, afraid you would break down again, but you smiled and stroked your thumb over the back of his hand. You were so grateful to have a man like John in your life, and not one of those obnoxious men at the pub. He knew how to treat you the way a woman deserves, and for that you loved him more than words can explain.

The car started rolling and you looked over to John to meet his eyes. He smiled and quietly said “Let’s go to Miami”. A broad smile soon appeared on your face as genuine happiness filled your body. “Yeah, let’s go to Miami” you replied, putting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. Yeah... maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

#john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #the beatles #john lennon x female reader #john lennon x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #beatles fanfiction

66 notes · View notes

dearreputation · 5 years ago

Text

hiiiii!!!

so i decided to do a little 16 facts about me before i turn 17 kinda thing!!!! i got inspired by taylors “30 things i’ve learned before turning 30” article so hehehe here’s my little ~twist~ on it!!!! ♡

one. i was born in france!

yes!!! little ~fun fact~ abt me is that i was born in paris france & speak fluent french!!! people find that SO COOL & i just find it normal?!?? it’s so weird hahaha!!! but miss swift taught me how to speak english w/ her music, articles, shows, etc! so thank you t <3

two. i love nyc!

nyc is my second home!!!! i’ve been there 3 times & lucky enough to be going again later this month to celebrate my birthday (dec. 28) & nyd!!! release week was my favorite thing ever & ive been missing the city so much since. i love the lights & how the city never sleeps! i also love hamilton & dear evan hansen and would love to see those two shows one day! taylor if you wanna hang out when i’m there i’m free.... hahahah jk. unless.....

three. hobbies!

i love painting!!! i haven’t been able to in a while because of school but it’s so fun & relaxing! i also LOVE listening to music! i ofc love taylor but i do also LOVE conan gray!!! he is a small artist and he is AMAZING! he loves taylor also & is the cutest little cowboy! i also love watching greys anatomy & criminal minds! those shows are my favorite shows to ever exist!

four. pets!

i have 2 pets! one dog & one cat! my dogs name is jack & hes a cockapoo!!! literally the love of my life <3 my cats name is missy & she’s a rescue! we don’t really know what breed she is but she’s adorable. she loves to snuggle!!!

five. dislikes....

this might surprise you but i’m THAT person that doesn’t like chocolate, pasta, gum, mints, or bananas. it’s weird i know. also, i haven’t touched a banana in over 5 years.

six. i LOVE the cold!

i love when the weather is cold & it’s snowing! living in florida, i never get to experience that so ya... i’m that person pt. 2. i just love wearing comfy clothes & seeing the snow fall!!! i hâte the heat. pretty ironic.

seven. sports!

i’m a HUGE football fan! my favorite team is the new england patriots (my dads from boston 😎)!!! i also used to do gymnastics! i’m not really good anymore though...

eight. color!

i love how the title of this is just “color.” anyways, it’s white. i don’t care if you say it’s a shade. if white is a shade then pink is too.

nine. favorite movie!

i recently have watched the martian (you know, the one where taylor said she cried in her 73 question interview? ya that) in chem and AHHHH so good!!!!! so right now, that movie :).

ten. christmassssss!!!

i LOVE christmas & all the decorations!!!! the vibes & the baking and EVERYTHING IS SO FUN!!! my favorite christmas song is christmas tree farm. thank you taylor i’m hooked on it. funny thing is i’ve never had a gingerbread cookie or decorated a gingerbread house....

eleven. height!!

i’m 4’10 believe it or not...... yes i know i’m little tiny.

twelve. foooooood!!!!!

i love FOOD (who doesn’t??) i love cooking & baking also hehehe!!! i don’t really have a favorite food but i do love myself a really good burger & fries or pizza ORRR a caesar salad!!!

thirteen. taylor!

i discovered taylor when i had just moved to the states in 2009 & ever since have been by her! from begging my mom to go to the fearless tour to going to the speak now tour in fort lauderdale to watching the red livestream thinking i could videocall taylor to crying in my room for hours because i couldn’t attend both red and 1989 tours to attending both rep tour miami & nola to flying to nyc to watch her perform at gma to looking forward to lover fest east nights 1&2 (that was a LOT of “to’s”), she & her music has always been there for me and i cant say thank you enough. from interacting with us online to meeting us, i don’t know anyone more generous and inspiring as her. she’s brought me my best friends. love u t!!!

fourteen. acting!

sometimes i like to act out scenarios in my head like if i was in a movie... i actually would love to star in a movie or tv show but idk if i’m a good actress. still a dream :))

fifteen. love life! (eeekkkk!!)

i’ve never been in a relationship or have had my first kiss so!!! still looking for maybe that special someone?!? just the idea of cute date nights & little random presents is so so cute (i’ve heard they are a LOT of work though.....) maybe one day i’ll find my romeo 💌

sixteen. themes!?

i didn’t really know what to title this ?!?!? but..... i love crime shows & and puzzles & doing all the detective work thingys! reading crime novels or old cases is SO FUN! i find that the most interesting thing in the world and could get lost in the world of criminology. i’m all into forensics and AHHHH ya i’m a nerd shhhhhhh....

bonus: seventeen. what i’m looking forward to @ 17.....

new decade & last year before being an adult. crazy how time flies. i really want to start focusing on myself more. i’ve always put others before me and although that is a sweet thing to do (so i’ve heard), it’s also important to find myself in a comfortable position prior to helping others. finding myself first is the key element. i also want to be a lot kinder to my body, myself, and others.

16 years of craziness & memories. so excited to create new ones in this new decade and age.

love,

elena 💌👼🏻☁️

#fortaylor

100 notes · View notes

royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

Text

Title: Rumor Has It {3}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Nah.

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I think my marriage is done.”

Zora and Kizzy looked to each other then back at you. They didn’t speak; it was like they were waiting for something else from you. “Hello, bitches! Did you hear me?”

“Hold up, don’t go calling us out our name because you’re going through stuff,” Kizzy snapped. You rolled your eyes. She was right. You were high strung. It had been seven hours since your conversation with Chris. He hadn’t called you back, didn’t text, nothing. You were hurt and still pissed.

“Is this because of the video?” You nodded.

“What did Chris have to say?” Rolling your eyes, they knew the answer to that. You didn’t have siblings; your cousins were your siblings, and your best friend was your family. They’d been with you through everything, childhood, road to fame, big break, they were even there when you’d met Chris in France. You told them everything. “That great huh,” Zora continued.

“It was like he refused to see my side, he refused to say he’d set boundaries, refused to care.” You tried not to get emotional again. You hated crying.

“Was this a productive conversation Riah or were you the pissed off wife throwing accusations?” Your jaw dropped at her insinuation. You knew they were on your side, but sometimes you just didn’t know.

“I didn’t insinuate anything. Yes, I as the pissed off wife because I am pissed off. If he ever expresses he is uncomfortable with something I make a note to change it. It was whatever to be this way when he was single, but he asked me to marry him, it wasn’t the other way around. If it was what he wanted, he should move away from that behavior,” you ranted.

“We hear you and agree. We just want to make sure you understand part of a marriage is also proper communication. You can’t press his buttons and disrespect him verbally.” Raising your eyebrow, you looked between them wondering if they’d talked to him. There had been plenty times he sought them out for advice on how to handle you. Yes, you could be a handful, but you had standards and refused to lower them even being married.

“Did you guys talk to him?”

“No. We know you Riah, we know your fighting style,” Zora explained.

“Nothing will ever get resolved unless both of you actually listen to each other.” You listened to them carefully; you knew what they said was true, but you listened to Chris; he was the one who always had selective hearing. Then when he spoke, it was always to reply to something. He didn’t listen. Sometimes you wondered if he knew you at all.

“Anyway, I have some days free. What do you say we hit up MIA and unwind?” Again, Zora and Kizzy looked between each other. They expected this. Whenever you and Chris argued you both disappeared for a few days. He disappeared with communication, and you actually disappeared preferring to get out of dodge.

“You can’t run away from your husband Riah,” Kizzy informed.

“I’m not running from anything. I just want to enjoy my few days free on the beach in Miami. Are y’all coming or not?”

You knew they’d come. Slowly they smiled, and you knew you had em. You finished dinner taking heed to stay away from any of your drama and listening to theirs instead. When you left, you were bombarded by paps shouting questions at you. “Uriah, any comment on the footage of Chris with his costar?” “Uriah, is there trouble in your storybook romance?” “Do you and Chris have an open marriage?” You and yours pushed through the paps to your valeted car.

Before you got in one more photog shouted a question; “Any message you want to send to Ana De Armas?” That one tripped you up. Your slick ass mouth almost went off and said “back the fuck up off my man and find your own you thirsty bitch” but thankfully you caught yourself. Keeping a smile plastered to your face, you climbed into the driver’s side and drove off. You refused to play the jealous, territorial wife that was not the part you auditioned for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twelve hours later, you were in Miami being shown to your penthouse. When the three of you walked inside, you marveled at the interior decoration; it screamed South Beach. You smiled and walked out to the private pool and closed your eyes with your head tilted to the sky. It was beautiful weather, and you intended to take advantage of it. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. It made your heartbeat pick up thinking it was Chris. Glancing down at the screen you sighed out seeing it wasn’t him. It was his sister Carly. Sighing you put it back in your pocket. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to her you just didn’t want to think about him, or anything related to him. You’d already failed your self-given challenge with a simple thing like a ringing phone.

He didn’t call last night or text. It’s not that you expected him to, you didn’t—well part of you didn’t. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t hoped he’d call and apologize and say everything you wanted him to but you learned long ago individuals were their own people, no matter how much you hoped and wished for them to do something or be a way they probably wouldn’t because you couldn’t control them. It was a hard lesson to learn and an even harder one to stomach in a marriage.

Last night you’d gone over everything minuscule detail of the conversation with him, and you didn’t think you’d been irrational. You were actually surprised you hadn’t gone bat shit crazy on him. in the four years you’d been married you could remember worse arguments. Yes, you did say a few things with a disrespectful tone, and yes you may have pushed his buttons with some things just because, and yes the comment about kids was a low blow that could have gone unsaid, but besides that, it was a rational, calm discussion. “Fuck,” you mumbled realizing you’d let the kid comment slip and it would lead to an even bigger argument.

“Ready to get some grub?” Kizzy’s voice snapped you out your thoughts, and you pasted the same smile you’d worn for the last twelve hours.

“Yeah, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” Zora responded. She wasn’t lying. You could always eat. It was one of the reasons Chris said he fell in love with you.

A few minutes later you were in a car on your way to one of the best restaurants in the area. With one ear you listened to Kizzy and Zo talk about some guy they’d met on set. You put the rest of your attention on social media. You scrolled through Instagram first not looking for anything in particular just a past time from point A to point B. you came across a picture of Chris signing autographs, it was the first in a series. You sideswiped to the ones that followed and knew they were from his current engagement in Toronto. The last picture he was posed by himself, but he wasn’t smiling, his jaw looked tight, and his stance looked tense. It didn’t come across like his usual self. Part of you felt a tinge of guilt that maybe it was because of you, but as soon as it washed over you, it faded.

The driver announcing your arrival brought you to close the app and slide out the car. You were grateful there were no paparazzi. When you sat down and skimmed the menu, you quickly found what you were going to eat and wasted no time ordering. “Shopping next or beach?”

“Definitely shopping, we can hit the beach tomorrow and make it an all-day event,” Kizzy responded.

When your food came, the three of you joked like always. You were relieved that even with everything going on, they hadn’t switched up. You’d lost friends on this road they called fame. Some you’d lost because of your rising star, some you’d lost because of drifting apart, and some you’ve even lost because they thought your husband was a challenge to see who he’d sleep with.

When you made it back to the penthouse, the sun was setting, and you really didn’t want to be left with your thoughts. So, you suggested a night of fun--fun you desperately needed. The three of you showered and changed. When you were finished you assessed Kizzy’s work in the mirror, she really was the best make up artist around, and she was all yours.

Pulling up to the club, you could hear the music from the outside and see the long line wrapping around the sidewalk. Everyone knew this was the hottest club in Miami. As the three of you approached the security at the front, you knew when they recognized you. The two burly men nodded to you as they opened the door for you. Once inside the music became even louder. You looped arms with Kizzy and Zo and walked through the red-tinted corridor. At the end, you were met by one of the girls who worked there, she was dressed in a short, tight white dress and held a bottle in one of her hands. The closer you got you made out her face, she was pretty.

“Mrs. Evans,” she began. Raising your hand to stop her before she continued you corrected her.

“Uriah is fine.” She smiled, then held out the bottle she carried. Taking it, you read it — Ace of Spades, the good stuff.

“Tino, the owner, wanted you to know how glad he is that you’re in the house.” You didn’t know how he knew you were in the house, you literally just walked in. “Follow me; I’ll take you to VIP.” You nodded and followed behind her as she took a path that was close to all the other patrons but not close enough where they could grab you. Some recognized you as you passed and called your name. You smiled and waved while forcing the awkward feeling down. This was never something you’d gotten used to. You never got the draw of being fascinated with celebs. The fact Chris was a celebrity was one of the reasons you ignored the hell out of him and disappeared from the street festival you’d met at.

When you got to VIP the three of you situated and popped open the bottle, the first round you guzzled, as you did the second. By the time you were on your third glass, you were standing up dancing to the music and beginning to have a good time. With every Nikki Minaj song, and Drake anthem and Reggae bop that came on you drank more and more and twerked your ass faster and faster. By the time Beyonce came on, you were sure you mouth every lyric of “Don’t Hurt Yourself,” a special request by Zo. All of your problems drifted, and the only thing you cared about was what your next drink was going to be, tequila, bourbon, vodka, or maybe something that really fucked someone up; rum.

By the time you staggered out the club, the paps were there to snap your less than ladylike exit. You knew you’d had too much to drink and there they were to catch all of your disgracefulness. They shouted questions, none of which you clearly heard. As you, Kizzy and Zo shuffled into the waiting car you did make out one question “What do you think Chris will say about your party girl days coming back and you not wearing your wedding ring?” Groaning you dropped your head back on the headrest, you knew he’d hate it.

The next day was torture. It was a day you remembered why you’d slowed down on your party days when you got married. You were hungover. What’s more, you got text messages from your team showing headlines of you across many internet blogs. Somehow they’d gotten pictures of you and your friends in VIP drinking, laughing and dancing. There were even pictures of your brief conversation with the owner; Tino. The pics looked suggestive, but the attention was purely one-sided—his side. Then to top it off they got picture of you exiting the club and close-ups of your hand sans wedding ring.

There were so many comments and people who wanted to have their piece of the conversation. Much of it was from your fans and supporters agreeing with your actions. Comments ranged from women who were saying you should live your best life and teach Chris a lesson, to offering to put “the homewrecker” in her place, and even those telling you to go off and do some straight-up messed up shit. There were even comments from men saying you were acting like an immature girl trying to one-up Chris. Some were saying you should respect your husband and work it out between each other and not over social media. There were even a few who went above and beyond to say you deserved this treatment because you went out without your wedding ring which shows the woman you are. It was all overwhelming.

Your team wanted you to do damage control and release a statement that explained you going wedding ring free and appease the masses by assuring your marriage was fine. You felt that was bullshit. Why should you have to explain shit? You actually did nothing wrong. So, you told your team to back off and let the chips fall where they may. While you lied down you began to wonder if he’d seen any of the headlines, or if he was pissed or if he cared at all. You hadn’t gone out with the intent to get back at him you just wanted to cut loose and forget some things. You knew to him it would look like one of your subliminal messages. He hated your sometimes passive aggressive messages. You tried to work on it, but sometimes you did revert.

Your head was killing you, so you spent the majority of the daylight hours in bed nursing it. The only thing you could do was watch TV and wish you felt better. It was brutal, something you’d forgotten about. As you laid in the bed feeling absolutely sick to your stomach, you began to miss him. You missed him a lot. You usually would talk several times a day and text all throughout. He would tell you all about his day, and you’d do the same. Usually every night you were separated it ended with Facetime sex. It was one of the personal vows you’d made to each other on your wedding night when you had a second more private vow ceremony. It had been two nights now that hadn’t happened, two days you hadn’t talked or texted, and you hated it.

You were so close to caving in and calling him, so close to just giving in to your feelings but every time your finger hovered over the green phone button you hesitated. You wanted to hear his voice more than almost anything, but you also knew you weren’t wrong for thinking what you did or feeling like your husband was being a dick about it. When you remembered all of that, you tossed the phone away and tried to get some sleep.

When you awoke, it was night, and Kizzy busted in the room squealing. “Oh god Kiz, the volume.” She jumped on the bed sending everything on it flying into the air before it dropped back down. You had no idea why she was so chipper. She drank even more than you or did you drink the most. You couldn’t remember exactly. “Guess who got an invite to the white party tonight!” smiling and jutted her thumbs to herself with a self-satisfying grin across her face. “Zo and I went for a swim in the rooftop pool on the other side of the hotel and bumped into Christina White, oh my god she is so beautiful. Anyway she recognized me, can you believe that Riah? Then we got to talking, a few glasses of champagne and a couple dozen compliments later she invites me to the party tonight. The hottest party and we got an invite.”

You didn’t want to burst her bubble by telling her you’d already been invited and had opted to stay in bed for the night. Instead, you smiled. “Of course, she invited you, and of course she recognized you. You’re the hottest makeup artist in the game Kiz. It’s long overdue they started to put some respect on your name, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re too big for me.” She smiled then rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’ll always give you the best rate.” You laughed together as Zo dropped herself on the bed as well.

“So, we’re going right. How can we pass on The White Party, come on?” Zo’s voice was pleading. You’d been invited for the last eight years and for the last four years you passed. The last one, you and Chris, planned to go together but something came up with work for the both of you, so it never happened. You took up your phone and checked your messages. There were more messages from your team, some from you mom no doubt having seen and heard all the hoopla and wanting to check to see if her favorite son in law was being treated well. The only name evidently missing was Chris’. He still had yet to call or text. It hurt yes, but it also made you angry all over again.

“Of course, White Party here we come.”

~~~~~~~~~~

After staring at your rings on the dresser top for almost twenty minutes, you decided to leave them there. Your fingers looked bare; you almost didn’t recognize your hand. You’d gotten so used to the accessories that you felt strange not wearing them. Brushing the feelings to the side you set out for the exclusive White Party that was hosted by none other than the White siblings.

Christina and Christiano White were affluent royalty. They weren’t actually royalty, but they were set for life like them. They were the twins of billionaire Randy White and his third wife ex-beauty queen Mariposa De La Verde Cruz-White. Randy was so rich he made old money seem like lunch money. Instead of keeping up with the Jones’ a lot of people tried to keep up with the Whites, you weren’t one of those people though.

When you made it to the Versace mansion where the party was being held, your jaw dropped at the outlandish display of opulence. It was like Mardi Gras, Carnival, and Crop Over all mixed in one with bling bling everywhere. “How rich are these people again,” Zo whispered to you. “So rich, they could give every American a salary of twenty grand a year.” You’d read that in some tabloid magazine. The three of you walked down the white carpet and smiled for photographers. You made sure not to stop for any questions. You knew everything they were going to ask.

After slipping inside the three of you got a much needed drink, you decided to go slow tonight. You didn’t want to fly with a hangover tomorrow. Scanning the room, you saw most of the big names in the entertainment and fashion industry. They all were dressed to the nines in their sexiest white outfits and no doubt trying to one up each other in some way. Sipping your drink in your own sexy outfit, you and your friends gossiped about everyone’s outfits, the thirsty women there trying desperately to snag some hot star for the night and even the décor. Zo and Kizzy pointed out some cute ones they wouldn’t mind getting close to. You gave the go ahead to go shoot their shots knowing they wouldn’t voluntarily leave you.

You watched from across the room as they each flirted and no doubt dazzled the two guys, you knew them as Aaron Blake and Quentin Porter. They were cute but not your type. You made your way back to the bar for another drink. “The beautiful lady will have a glass of Armand de Brignac Champagne, make it rose̒.” You looked to your right and saw none other than Christiano White. You smiled, then shook your head. “Still your drink of choice, right?” He leaned on the bar and smiled at you. He was still very handsome.

“Eh, everyone seems to think so. It’s the one thing I always get sent.” Laughing he sipped his own drink, it was probably Vodka, he sure loved him so Vodka, or he did four years ago. “How are you little Dove?” you took up the glass placed before you and drank half of it down before answering him.

“All right. How are you?” Christiano nodded his head, then finished his glass. “Better now. Didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

“I got invited.”

“You’ve always been invited. You stopped coming when you decided that I wasn’t good enough to be around anymore.” You could hear the disdain in his voice. Here we go, you thought. You finished the glass and raised your finger to the bartender to request another.

“I never said you weren’t good enough. Those words never came out of my mouth.” Christiano nodded, but he didn’t look like he agreed.

Christiano looked around again before he looked back to you. “Sure seemed like it. What exactly was it you said then, a month before you married some actor who looks like the carbon copy of me? what was the point of that?” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to get into this.

“He doesn’t look like you Chris,” you clarified, using the nickname everyone called him. he scoffed hearing it. “Isn’t that his name too? Sounds like a carbon copy. Miss me, little dove?” You looked over him. He was in a white linen shirt and white board shorts. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down showing his toned chest and abs. Christiano wasn’t an ugly guy, in fact he was hot as hell, hot enough for you to have had an on and off two-year relationship.

“I recognize that look in your eyes.” He stepped closer. Before the space was respectable of your marital situation, now it was personal, intimate. He lifted his hand and moved it toward your jaw. Before he made contact you slid back a little. “Come on Christiano, play nice.” You gave him your sweetest smile, a smile he couldn’t help but return. “Are you enjoying yourself little dove?” Looking back to your glass you nodded.

“You always did know how to throw a party.” Before you could register it, Christiano leaned to your ear and whispered. “We could be throwing these together, as Mr. and Mrs. White.” He slowly pulled back, and your eyes met. Once upon a time you had thought about marrying him. You didn’t know Chris then, and things were good. Clearing your throat and breaking the eye contact you looked down to your exposed thigh.

“I’m already a Mrs.” Christiano scoffed and nodded.

“Are you sure, little dove? I’ve seen the tabloids. Trouble in paradise?” You clenched your jaw and fought off the urge to roll your eyes. “Low blow?”

“You know anything you say could never hurt me, Chris.” He laughed and leaned closer. “That’s right; you’re bulletproof, no shots fired could ever touch you.” You’d told him that years ago and meant it. You were still the same woman, but you’d never tell him you weren’t entirely bulletproof anymore.

“You don’t deserve that, Riah, you know that right.” You shrugged off any emotion and looked at him. “You’re still as sweet as ever.” You placed a chaste kiss to his cheek and turned back to the bar and finished the champagne.

“Come on, say hello to everyone.” He took your hand and led you through the mansion and before you knew it, you were surrounded by your old crowd, some new and some you’d seen plenty of times over the years. Everyone greeted you with hugs, cheers and a lot of vodka. It was like old times. The music cranked, and your friends joined you.

The rest of the night passed with drinks, laughs, and dances. You danced with Zo and Kizzy and with Christina and in a circle with other girls. You could feel Christiano’s eyes on you the entire night, and you knew it was wrong, but you didn’t mind it. You’d never take it anywhere in a million years, you’d said your vows, and you meant that shit with everything in you. That didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun and remind Chris that he isn’t the only hot piece of ass that people want to get on top or under. Close to two in the morning you felt bold enough to give Christiano a dance, you kept it clean, but his hands roamed as they always did. Every time they traveled anywhere but your waist, you were quick to wag your finger at him. He always laughed it off. Christiano always thought everyone was fair game. Maybe you being there was giving him those vibes. You were far from fair game.

When the sun was coming up was when you made your way out the hidden entrance of the mansion. Christiano tried to convince you to stay with him in one of the rooms, but you heavily declined. There was no way you’d do that. When he finally got it he made sure one of his drivers were on hand to get you back to your hotel. Christiano opened the door, Kizzy, and Zo slid in the car talking amongst themselves about nothing, they were drunk as hell. You turned to Christiano and nearly lost your balance. His hand slid around you, pulled you close and held you up. Your eyes met his hazel ones, and you shared a moment—a literal moment. You found your balance and pulled away. “Thanks.” He smiled and nodded. “Don’t be a stranger little dove. My doors are always open for you.” You snorted.

"Which doors exactly LA, Miami, Greece, Virgin Islands, Bahamas, Mexico, Brazil--.” Christiano cut you off with a roll of his eyes. “You missed quite a few, but all of them. Anytime.” You knew just what he meant. He wanted you to leave Chris and go back to him. “Uh-huh.” You slid in the car as Christiano shut the door. He waved to you while biting his bottom lip. Another lifetime maybe. In this one your heart belonged to one man. As the car drove off you began to wonder if he even deserved it anymore. You closed your eyes, sighed and decided that tomorrow you’d worry about your problems.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

***If you want to be tagged please SEND AN ASK SO IT WILL BE EASIER FOR ME TO KEEP TRACK OF. Thank you for reading!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TagList:

@chaneajoyyy @firedolphin04 @sonjashuterbugjohnson @caramara3 @vannahvannahhh @academic-glowup @lorainnebabyy @patzammit @yourwonderbelle @pennywisesmistress @theblulife @kelbabyblue @bugngiz @disneysdarlingdiva @toniilaney @areubeingserved @thinkxlovexloud @cocothewriter @periodtcevans @southerngracela @bellaamor88 @mack-jay

#rumor has it fic #Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #Chris Evans X black reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut

243 notes · View notes

benhardyisdaddy · 6 years ago

Text

Just Between Us - Part 2

MASTERLIST

(hello i hope u all like this part sksks it feels like a slow burn, but i swear the next chapter wont be bad and the angst will be good so enjoy cuz im gettin there lolol <3)

Word Count: 2,561

Almost a twelve hour flight. An almost twelve hour flight with four men who couldn’t sit still for two seconds. When the pilot gave the OK for everyone to unbuckle and roam around freely, it was chaos. Freddie was singing loudly as he paced back and forth, drink in hand. John sat crisscrossed on a small table, writing lyrics down on a notepad and humming loudly. Brian was playing his guitar and practicing what Freddie was singing, all while Roger stood up and drummed on the back of a seat with his drumsticks at full power. You were sleep deprived and so badly wanted to shut your eyes and sleep through the plane ride, but they were making it impossible.

After the eight hour mark, you told yourself you needed to stand up and stretch. Your legs were sore and your butt was numb. You slowly stand from your seat and raise your arms above your head and stretch. Your shirt rises up and exposes a portion of your belly. Roger glances over and pauses as he stares. You lower them to your sides and turn around, your eyes locking with his. You look away quickly and begin walking towards Freddie. He spots you and smiles widely.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” he says, handing you a drink.

You bring it up to your nose and sniff. Vodka. You shake your head as you bring it to your lips and take a sip. Your face scrunches up at the strong drink as you swallow. Roger half laughs at your expression.

“Only have three hours left.” says Brian, pausing his guitar playing.

“Thank god.” you say, taking another sip.

Your shoulders throb from how long you were sat in your seat for. You wince as you roll your head and bring your hand up to your shoulder and squeeze.

“Sore?” asks Rog, watching you.

You look to him and sadly smile as you place your drink down. He walks up behind you and steps close.

“May I?” he asks, holding his hands over your shoulders.

You’re shocked by his offer as you turn to look at him.

“Oh! Um,” you move your hair out of the way and turn back around. “Sure. Thank you.”

He smiles as his hands gently work on your shoulders. It feels amazing. Your head dips forward as you groan at his touch. He massages you slowly and works out every kink you have. You roll your head to the side and moan loudly. The rest of the boys all look at each other and shake their heads, knowing what Roger was doing.

“Oh my god.” you moan out, ignoring everything else around you.

Roger smirks as he steps even closer to you and digs a little more deeper. Your mouth falls open as he hits a sore spot and rubs. You squeeze your eyes closed, moan loudly and suddenly Roger freezes. He rubs once more then removes his hands. You frown as you roll your head once more, not wanting him to stop. You turn around and smile up to him, but he looks weird. His face is a bit serious as his hands are clasped together in the front of himself.

“Thank you for that.” you say.

He awkwardly smiles to you.

“You’re welcome. I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turns around and quickly makes his way to planes bathroom. The door shuts behind him and you look at the boys for an explanation. They know exactly why he rushed to the bathroom, but they would never tell you. Your moans had did something to him and he needed to ‘take care of it’ as they would say. Freddie then walks up to you and attempts to change the subject.

“How about you lean your seat back and try to get some sleep before we get there, okay?” he says sweetly, watching tiredness fill your face.

You sleepily smile and yawn as you make your way back to your seat and lean it back all the way. You lay back and onto your side, facing the window. You stare out as your eyes slowly close. You feel a blanket draped over you and you smile to yourself as you doze off to sleep.

***

“Y/n.”

You stir around and open your eyes as your name is being whispered. You rub your face and groan.

“Y/n.”

You turn around quickly as Roger’s hand is on your arm. He smiles to you and you groggily smile back.

“Hey, we’re about to land. They wanted us to put our seat belts on.”

You hurriedly sit up and look around. You were still half asleep, confused and foggy. Roger smiles to himself as he watches you blink awake.

“Here, I’ll help.” he says as he reaches over and grabs your seat buckle.

You freeze as he wraps them around your waist and clasps them. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your face. He buckles you in and as he leans away, his hand slides over your upper thigh. You look over to him with butterflies in your stomach and he smiles to you before looking forward. You feel the plane begin to lower and prepare for landing. You close your eyes and grip your seat hard. Your nerves were all over the place. You get scared when your plane lands and you were trying to keep yourself calm.

“Hey,” says Roger.

You look over to him and gulp.

“You alright?” he asks worried.

You nod and look forward once more, closing your eyes.

“Yeah, just hate the landing part.”

It’s quiet for a moment until he speaks again.

“Here,” he says.

You look back over to him and his hand is reaching out for yours. You stare at it for a second before realizing what he was trying to do. You look back to him and nervously smile before you grab it. He squeezes it lightly as you grip it for dear life. You close your eyes once more, but holding his hand is comforting and helps. You start to relax as the plane begins to land.

“It’s almost over.” he whispers to you calmly. “Almost there.”

***

The landing went smoothly and the pilot gave you all the OK for unbuckling and exiting. You realize you’re still holding Roger’s hand as you stand up, so you hurriedly pull it away and attempt to ignore the awkwardness. Freddie walks up to you and offers you his hand this time, which you happily oblige and take. You were not expecting the amount of paparazzi and fans waiting for the boys at the airport. When your jet landed you could already hear the screams and shouts coming from all over. The boys all looked at each other with stars in their eyes as you all walk off the jet and look around. It’s pitch black out and your eyes have to adjust. You look to Fred confused and yawn.

“What time is it here?” you ask.

All of you make your way to the airports doors as you’re greeted by a bunch of men in all black.

“Almost two in the morning.” says Fred.

You look to him fast, your eyes widen.

“Almost two am and people are waiting for you?” you ask shocked.

Fred laughs as Roger walks up beside you and leans in.

“Can you blame them?” he asks as he winks and walks ahead of you all.

You can’t help but smirk as you all greet the men waiting for you. They turn out to be hired bodyguards for the band. They make a barrier between you all and the crazed fans waiting. When you all enter the building, the screams get even louder. Girls were waving their arms and signs everywhere. Some were screaming and some were crying. You’ve never seen anything like it before. Fred makes sure to hold you close, but when the two of you somehow get broken up, panic starts setting in. Fred gets whisked away as you shout out for him. Suddenly, he’s nowhere to be seen as you’re lost in a crowd of people. You look around frantically and begin to breathe hard and fast. Your head feels like it’s spinning until a hand is placed on your shoulder. You turn around fast and Roger is stood there with a worried look on his face. Men stand next to him, blocking away any contact from everyone around him.

“Are you okay?” shouts Rog over all the yelling.

You nod fast and attempt to slow your breathing down. Roger wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him. Cameras all around you go off in rapid flashing of lights. You try to shield your face from them as you all hurry out of the building. It feels like forever until you spot your limo out front. Everyone follows you as you’re ushered into the vehicle. Roger waits for you to slide in and then scoots next to you. The door slams shut and muffles the yells from outside. The boys all look at you worried as you gasp for air. You’ve never been that scared before. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of people and still being sleep deprived didn’t help. Roger runs his hand over your leg and leans in close.

“Y/n, my love, are you alright?” asks Fred as he leans forward to grab your hand.

Your nerves were shot by what had just happened. You didn’t want anyone to touch you as you flinch and move away from both of them. They both frown, but realize that had been too much for you. The car ride to your hotel was eerily quiet. None of the boys were expecting a warm welcome like that. When you all arrive to the hotel, you all slide out of the limo and make your way inside. People stared as you all walk by, but you ignore them. They weren’t looking at you anyways. Miami was watching you as he checks you all into your rooms. He walks over to where you all are standing and hands out key cards.

“And this one’s yours. I put you directly across from Fred.” he says softly, smiling.

You sweetly smile back and thank him. Your luggage had already been delivered to your room they told you and you couldn’t be more happy. You all pile into the elevator and make your way up. You’re the first to get off as you search for your room. You finally find it and get it open. Before you can step inside, Roger and Fred walk up.

“Y/n,” says Fred, making you turn around. “We were gonna order some room service. You wanna join?” he asks.

You smile to them, but shake your head no.

“I’m tired.” is all you say.

You were beginning to feel homesick and almost already regret coming with. Roger watches you closely and sadly smiles as you walk into your room and shut the door before anyone could say anything more. You lean against it and close your eyes as you take in a deep breath. You look around your large room and decide to change into some pajamas, curl up on the giant, soft bed and watch some TV. You suddenly weren’t as exhausted as you once were. You glance over at the clock on the nightstand by the bed and read 3:16 am. You exhale and roll over, trying to close your eyes to sleep. You really didn’t want to be by yourself right now, but you were sure that everyone else would be asleep in their own comfy beds. You toss and turn for several more minutes, having to stop yourself from running over to Fred’s room. You sit up in bed and debate over it when all of a sudden there’s a light knock at your door. You turn to stare at it and freeze. Who the hell could that be? You slip from your bed and tiptoe to the door. You slowly open it up and peek out.

“I hope you weren’t sleeping.”

You smile and open it even wider.

“Rog, what’re you doing?” you ask.

He smiles sleepily and holds up a bottle of wine and two glasses. You chuckle as he walks inside and places them on the tiny round table next to the TV stand.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you ask.

He nods and pops open the bottle in one motion. He fills the glasses and hands one to you. You thank him and sip. You walk over to your bed and sit on it.

“I was also worried about you.” he says, gulping down his drink and pouring more.

You watch him and decide to do the same. He walks over and pours some more for you. He places the bottle down and decides to join you on the bed.

“I’m fine.” you state.

He nods and continues drinking.

“You didn’t look fine. Looked sorta terrified, which was normal. That was a lot to take in, even for us. And we’re use to the crowds usually.”

You smile and finish off your second glass. You reach over and pour yourself another.

“Well,” you start. “This will certainly help.”

You hold up your glass and make Roger laugh. He nods and holds his up as the two of you cheers.

***

You were happy for expensive hotels. Their mini fridges were filled not only with tiny bottles of liquor, but also full sized bottles of wine. And a few of them, that you and Roger finish off, might I add. The two of you were drunk and now laying on your bed, giggling like crazy.

“You’ve known Fred that long and you’re telling we’re just meeting now?” he asks.

You nod your head and laugh loudly. The time was now 4:55 am.

“He probably was scared you all would like me more.” you say as you both burst out laughing.

Roger looks over to you as you wipe away some tears. You stare at the ceiling, giggling as he speaks.

“I do like you.”

You look over to him and smile, your eyes now feeling heavy. You sit up and Roger follows. You giggle some more and look to him.

“Thanks. I like you too.” you say.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Roger slowly leans in and hovers his lips over yours. You almost gasp as you can feel his warm, sweet breath on your face. You look down at his lips then to his eyes. He’s watching you closely. You so badly want to lean in and fill the gap, but you don’t. You slightly turn your head, making Roger almost frown.

“We’re drunk.” you whisper. “And sleep deprived. We should probably go to bed.”

Roger’s head falls a bit as he nods and looks back up to you. You smile at him and he returns one. He stands up from the bed and you follow. He walks to your door and opens it up, stepping into the hallway. He turns around and faces you once more.

“I do like you.” he says. “Drunk or not.”

He walks away, leaving you stood there as you watch him walk to his room down the hall and disappear inside.

Tag List: @vee-ndetta @loveandbeloved29 @gadiorara @bighatssadsmiles @stardust-loser @langdonzvoid@dianamarie-has-a-blog @westansstuff @the-run-n-gogh @littlemissfiore @benders-diamond-earring @queengavemeasheerheartattack @having-a-freddie-time @idontbelievethiss @somebody-to-rock-you @yourealegendroger @hating-on-humanity @reedusteinrambles @multifics@protectrowanwhitethorn @rogersrager

Perm Tag List: @loudxxstar @iambuckyrogers @babebenhardy @ramimalekrp-roleplayerpage @mautand @rogertayolr@mothermercuryy @basics-andthesimplelife @caterinaborgia @discodeakyjazzyjoe @sheridans-dynamos @bethany-cc @onexlittlespark @idontbelievethiss @having-a-freddie-time @denimmay@bensrhapsody @manuosorioh @writing-in-hell @cupcakehardy @toms-irish-girl @a-kind-of-magik @thesecondlastjedi @dianamarie-has-a-blog@ezmina98 @finnbalortrash21 @frostedsugarcookiemint @yourealegendroger

#benhardyisdaddy #ben!roger x reader #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #rogertaylor #rogertaylorxy/n #ben!rogertaylor #queen #borhap #freddiemercury #johndeacon #brian may #fic #angst #fluff #just between us #part 2

153 notes · View notes

randomvarious · 5 years ago

Video

youtube

S Club 7 - “S Club Party” Now That's What I Call Music! 6 Song released in 1999. Compilation released in 2000. Pop

We love the overly transparent crass commercialism of the 90s and early 2000s, don’t we folks? S Club 7 were the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed septet of British teens and 20-somethings that were concocted in a lab and thrust upon hordes of impressionable tweens across the world. The story of S Club 7 is a rather gross one that consists of young and attractive, moderately talented people being taken advantage of by their manager and his company to churn out gobs of content without just compensation. If you’re an American of a certain age, you probably know a little something about S Club 7. Their ballad, 2000′s “Never Had a Dream Come True,” peaked at #10 and #8 on the Billboard Hot 100 and Billboard Mainstream Top 40, respectively. Two of S Club 7′s other biggest global hits, the Jackson 5-inspired “Bring It All Back” and “S Club Party” never charted in the US, but lots of Americans still seem to be familiar with them.

S Club 7 was the brainchild of Simon Fuller, one of history’s most successful music managers, who had managed the Spice Girls. Fuller was known for manufacturing a bunch of British boy and girl bands throughout his career and, at the time, also managed Annie Lennox of the Eurythmics and athletes, too. After helping the Spice Girls skyrocket into global superstardom as a brand that sold itself on a gimmicky blend of “girl power” and quirky British-ness, Geri Halliwell (Ginger Spice) orchestrated his firing. Citing his unbearably controlling nature and his marketing schemes, the Girls decided to proceed without Fuller.

But the day after his firing, Fuller was back at it. This time, he decided he would start a new band, but rather than it being a boy band or a girl band, it would be a boy-and-girl band, modeled after an idea put forth by another British group, Steps. Steps are a quartet, and while they’ve achieved little to no success in the US, they have enjoyed wild success in Europe, especially in the UK. And they’re still around. After a five year hiatus that followed a twelve year hiatus, Steps released an album in 2017 that reached #2 on the UK charts.

But they weren’t a Fuller group. Fuller seemed to have the connections and gravitas that Steps’ managers didn’t. To start his new group, Fuller held an audition of an astonishing 10,000 people, which eventually was culled down to seven. These seven would then be formed into a group and be dubbed S Club 7. None of the members had known each other prior, but according to all the articles I could find, they hit it off and they all became close friends.

With this crop of kids, Fuller saw dollar (or pound or Euro) signs. S Club 7 were going to be way more than just a pop group; they were going to be a marketable brand. And to achieve that goal, the first thing they were going to do was not get into the recording studio, but instead shoot a fictional TV series to air on CBBC (Children’s BBC) to introduce themselves to British pre-teens. Each character would have their own personality, which would be loosely based on their true selves, and together the group’s adventures would strengthen their bond. And each episode would consist of a choreographed song performance, too. The first season, set in Miami, would depict the seven constantly being exploited by a seedy hotel manager and made to perform housekeeping duties.

Unfortunately, these fictional circumstances were loosely based on their own reality. Over twelve weeks of shooting in Miami, the group worked tirelessly for eighteen hours per day, and after a long day’s work, would have to take care of their own cooking and laundry. Fuller and his company, who were flush with cash, didn’t provide S Club 7 with any of these needed amenities. The S Club 7 TV series would become an immense hit in the UK and ended up being sold to 120 different countries. As a result, each group member pulled in 52,000 Euro; a total pittance compared to the total sum of all the TV contracts the show received.

Seven months after its UK debut, the S Club TV series would make its way stateside on kids’ TV purgatory, Fox Family. Formerly The Family Channel, which was founded by horrible and insane Christian shitbag grifter, Pat Robertson, it would be acquired by NewsCorp. Fox would control the network’s programming, save for some hours in which Robertson’s daily spoonful of Christian conservative nonsense, The 700 Club, would air. Admittedly, for a time, I was an avid viewer of Fox Family (except when 700 Club was on), but I’m pretty sure I was rare. Year after year, Fox Family would try to replenish its lineup with new shows to attract new viewers, but they failed to peel many eyes off of the likes of Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and the Disney Channel.

The release of the S Club TV series in the U.S. coincided with the group’s debut album. And maybe it was the fact that they only managed to get on Fox Family that led to them peaking at an unimpressive #112, but back home, they topped charts. The TV series-first formula more than paid off (for Fuller, though. Not so much for S Club 7). “Bring It All Back,” the group’s first single, which was released two months after the TV show’s debut, went to #1 in the UK. Its follow-up, “S Club Party” topped out at #2. And their debut album reached #2 as well.

And along with the TV show and the music came all the merchandise. Dolls, makeup, perfume, clothes, school supplies, a PC game, you name it. If there was an object that a kid could use, Fuller wanted it to bear the S Club name. There were also more seasons of TV and movies, too. And Fuller would reap great profits from all of it, but once again, S Club 7 saw minuscule returns from their name and likenesses being marketed and sold.

Fuller’s cartoonishly-evil-yet-real-life-record-executive persona became more than apparent during a meeting between he, S Club 7, and some of the members’ parents. Asking how they could receive such little compensation as Fuller and his company made millions off of their efforts, Fuller told the members that he could replace them on stage with cardboard cut-outs and it wouldn’t make a difference. Fuller would also be publicly shamed by a radio DJ when it was revealed that while the S Club kids were traveling the world and making him literally millions, he flew them in economy class. Only after his miserliness was made public did he bump them up to business class.

And although Fuller knew the right people to get his band spoonfed to British kids, it didn’t mean S Club’s songs were bad for what they were. They were well-produced bubblegum pop. Five songs on the debut album ended up being produced by a Norwegian duo called Stargate. Total unknowns at the time, Stargate went on to write or produce for some of the pop world’s most successful groups and artists, including Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey, Lionel Richie, Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Selena Gomez, Janet Jackson, Shakira, Jennifer Lopez, Sam Smith, Mary J. Blige, Ne-Yo, Katy Perry, Coldplay, P!nk, Sia, Kylie Minogue, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Charli XCX. Throughout their careers, Stargate have managed to rack up a whopping seventeen Grammy noms, including four wins But before building up that long list of accolades, they began with S Club 7.

The first single Stargate ever produced was “S Club Party”. A piece of sunny and breezy, anthemic kids’ pop, this song is a natural earworm. Underneath mostly loud and shouted vocals, Stargate weave a celebratory, feelgood g-funk whine throughout the choruses as a series of electro-funk synths and string and horn stabs predominate the rest. The first verse, sung solo by member Jo, proceeds from relative sparseness to an addition of hand claps and a simmering choir of backup vocals, before launching into the undeniably catchy chorus. The four female members soothe in unison as the boys contrast with revelrous chants. In the post-chorus, the girls get in on the chanting, too. The second verse, which packs more energy than the one that precedes it because it’s sung in unison, introduces each member of the group with a simple rhyme. Following the bridge, the song undergroes an unexpected key change, which raises the enjoyment, and as the song fades out, Bradley, the group’s lone black member, does some light scatting.

You know, Fuller admitted that since he was fired by the Spice Girls, there were some ideas he had had for them that he wasn’t able to use, and instead used for S Club 7. Maybe musically, he wasn’t quite finished with that g-funk infused pop sound. The Spice Girls’ “Say You’ll Be There” has that summery g-funk pool party vibe much like “S Club Party” does. Just a thought.

Here’s the music video, which shows the group transporting back to a California desert in 1959 to race a bunch of people. A choreographed song and dance seemingly materialize out of thin air, too: It comes from the movie they shot called Back to the ‘50s.

youtube

For the next few years, S Club 7 continued to release high-charting hit after high-charting hit in the UK, but in 2002, band member Paul decided to leave. This ultimately resulted in possibly the worst sentence ever written on Wikipedia:

Talking about his former musical venture three months before he left S Club 7, Paul Cattermole described his school nu metal band — called Skua— as having a "Limp Bizkit vibe" as well as comparing their style to Rage Against the Machine.

Wat.

Following Paul’s departure, S Club 7 shortened their name to S Club and continued to make hits. However, their star was clearly fading, and in 2003, they agreed to a mutual split. In 2008, some of the members got back together and formed S Club 3. In 2014, they expanded by a member and became S Club Party. Eight months after that, all seven members regrouped for a reunion tour to cash in on some nostalgia. Needless to say, Simon Fuller was involved, and hopefully, the contracts weren’t as exploitative this time around. In the meantime, Fuller would continue unabated, amassing management deals with the likes of Carrie Underwood, Amy Winehouse, and Kelly Clarkson. In 2001, he launched Pop Idol, which would be imported to the States as American Idol.

Now you know more than you thought you’d ever know about S Club 7. It’s tragic how Fuller treated them, but the group is responsible for some great turn-of-the-millennium pop hits, despite how manufactured and seemingly preordained their success was. Oh well, we can’t help what we listened to when we were kids and nostalgia has a way of making us love things we definitely wouldn’t as adults. Nothing wrong with coming to terms and embracing that fact.

Stay the fuck inside you freaks.

#pop #pop music #bubblegum pop #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #90s pop #90's pop #90s pop music #90's pop music #90s bubblegum pop #90's bubblegum pop

3 notes · View notes

onlymexico · 5 years ago

Photo

Rolando Cantú Born: February 25, 1981 Monterrey, Mexico Height: 6 ft 5 in (1.96 m) Weight: 348 lb (158 kg) Career information College: ITESM Undrafted: 2004

Career history Berlin Thunder (2004) Arizona Cardinals (2004–2006) Career NFL statistics Player stats at NFL.com Player stats at PFR

Rolando Roel Cantú (born February 25, 1981) is a former American football player for the Arizona Cardinals. He was the first Mexican football player trained in the Mexican collegiate system to become an active player in the National Football League. Today, he is a broadcaster and promoter of the Cardinals and NFL in Mexico and U.S. Spanish media, working to develop talent in Mexico with camps and clinics for young people.

Rolando Cantú was born on February 25, 1981 in the city of Monterrey, Mexico, the youngest of seven children. The family moved to the border town of Reynosa when Cantú was young, and attended grade school in McAllen by being driven across the border every day. He grew up a fan of the Dallas Cowboys, watching games with his father on television as the NFL has begun broadcasting in the country. He played various sports including American football with neighborhood friends as well as Pop Warner, which Cantú says is taken seriously in Mexico. He always was bigger than other kids his age, and had to show his birth certificate when signing up for baseball and football teams because of his size. Eventually, he decided he was too big and rough for soccer.

Because of age and talent, he did not have to work at his father’s meat market like his siblings. In school, he was on the team in junior high but did not originally plan on a career in sports, figuring to work for his father. On his first day at McAllen High School, the school’s defense coach asked him why Cantú had not joined the football team. Cantú replied that he wanted to earn money to buy a car, but the coach did not accept this, ordering him to practice that very day. Cantú took football more seriously in his sophomore year, and when he was a junior he moved to the offensive line. He decided at age fifteen that he would play someday in the NFL.

College football

Colleges like Texas Tech, Texas A&M, Miami and Oklahoma were among 40 schools that noticed him during his high school days and began to recruit him. However, he decided that he did not want to play college football in the United States. Instead, Cantú took a scholarship to play football at a private Mexican institution called the Monterrey Institute of Technology and Higher Studies in Monterrey, a member of Mexico college football league called ONEFA.

At that time, college football was a seven year commitment, divided into three playing levels. Cantú, because of his size and talent was able skip the two lower levels and start as an 18-year-old at the highest level. He initially gained fame in Mexico with his stint with the Borregos Salvages (Wild Rams). Monterrey Tech won the 1999 national title during Cantú’s first season, the first of four Mexican championship games during his time at Monterrey Tech. In 2000, Cantú decided to attend Texas A&M-Kingsville as an exchange student. In the spring and summer of 2001, he trained with their team with the aim of playing NCAA Division II football in the fall. Despite his obvious talent, the school did not offer him a scholarship, rather a loan. He turned this down as he still had the full scholarship at Monterrey Tech. He took a break from school for the 2001 season, spending the fall semester with his parents. Cantú returned to Monterrey Tec in 2002 with more confidence having competed at the US college level and well. He and the school won another national championship in 2002 before losing in 2003. With age and experience, Cantu finds it curious and even a little regrettable to take that offer over colleges in the United States.

His eligibility to play Mexican collegiate sports ended in 2003. There was an opportunity to try out for the NFL Europe league, but he almost did not make it. He had an accident with a double trailer which totaled the car he was driving to a tryout for NFL Europe. Under Mexican law, he should have stayed as the accident caused damage to city property. However, he called his then-girlfriend (now wife Carmen Valenzuela) who got to the scene before the police and told him to go to the tryout. She would take blame for the accident. He showed up an hour late to the tryout, but it earned him a tryout for central NFL Europe and a training camp in Tampa. He impressed in Tampa, earning a spot on the Berlin Thunder. He started in seven games for the German team, earning about a 1000 USD a week.

At the 2004 World Bowl, Cantú met Arizona Cardinals owner Tim Bidwell. The day after the Berlin Thunder won that championship, he signed with Arizona. In August 2004, he was in Flagstaff for training camp. Cantú was with the team two season, 2005 and 2006, but he was not immediately eligible to be on the active roster because of NFL rules on international players. Coach Dennis Green later told Cantu that the team wanted to activate him after only twelve weeks but could not do so. On New Year’s Day 2006, Cantu would finally see his first NFL game as an active player. With that game, Cantú became the first Mexican player trained in the Mexican collegiate system to play professionally in the NFL.

Despite the importance of the game to Cantu personally, his family was not there to see it. His wife was with their then 3-month old and he decided the trip to Indianapolis was too far. He signed a one-year extension for 2006.[6] On the fourth day of training camp, he torn a cartilage in his right knee, stepping over a towel. His meniscus needed micro fracture surgery, and he was put on injured reserve. During his recuperation, the coaching staff of the team changed and he was released in July 2006. He had to find a new team or retire, and chose the latter.

Fortunately, Cantú has an outgoing personality and does public relations well. He became extremely popular with the Mexican and Mexican American communities on both sides of the border, with Mexican and other Spanish media covering his football career closely. Former Monterrey Tech coach Leopoldo Treviño remembered Cantu as big, fast and very happy. Offers to work with publicity agencies and promote products came soon after being recruited to the Cardinals. He signed a contract with the JWM publicity agency in Mexico which focuses on sport, and Gatorade signed him as a spokesperson for the Spanish-speaking community. Even after his short stint as an active player, he continued to be in demand for children's hospital visits. Instead of simply letting him go, the Cardinal offered him a position in administration. He is currently their manager of international business ventures and does commentary on the team’s Spanish language radio broadcasts. He has provided commentary not only on Cardinals’ games but also various Super Bowls and he helped to build the NFL’s Spanish Radio Network.

Even before retiring, Cantú has worked to help other aspiring NFL players in Mexico, and has said that he does not want to be the last Mexican player in the league, starting football camps in Mexico as early as 2004. He serves as a quasi-ambassador for the Cardinals and the rest of the NFL in Mexico, using his contacts in Mexican universities to scout for talent. Since retiring, he has worked to set up summer football and cheerleading camps and clinics in various parts of Mexico, mostly in the north, working with the Cardinals, the NFL and his Rolando Cantú Foundation. The main goal is to find talent early and get the candidates college scholarships. Some of the camps bring in talent from various NFL teams to camps in various parts of Mexico. Mexico has become known for producing kickers but Cantu believes there is talent for other positions as well, it is just a matter of finding it. He does not regret pursuing the NFL or the shift into the business side of football since the injury, stating “I feel blesse

14 notes · View notes

commander-rahrah · 5 years ago

Text

RESIDENCY (AN OPEN HEART FIC): PART TWELVE

Pairing: MC (Jordynne Holland) X Ethan Ramsey X Bryce Lahela; MC X Bryce; MC X Ethan

Masterlist: Click Here

Chapter Rating: T (Swearing, Jealousy, Kissing, Nudity)

Word Count: 2500+

Description: Bryce tries to calm his anxiety while Jordynne is in Miami and what they are. Jordynne does her best to avoid Ethan and Miami altogether - but some days are easier than others.

Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Jordynne’s background is my own creation, based loosely off of MC in-game’s personality and provided with more details.

Author’s Note: Man oh man, I don’t know why but I just got stuck with this chapter. I wanted more Bryce, but I wanted more detail for what happens post-Miami with Ethan too. This is a shorter update, but I have plans for the next one! Thank you thank you to emilymay100 for helping me with my writer’s block and giving me a prompt! <3

All comments, likes and reblogs are extremely appreciated. If you would like to be tagged in future updates please reply on here or DM me! :)

Taglist: @drakewalkerfantasy @owleyes374 @professorortegasstudent @mindlessdreaminxo @mayar-mahdy @paisleylovergirl @nicquix @emilymay100 @octobereighth @jenp02cutie-blog @llamasgrl @timmagicktoad @lilyofchoices @msjpuddleduck @mfackenthal @paulfwesley

Previous Updates: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

PART TWELVE:

He stared anxiously at his phone — scrolling through his previous texts.

Jordy: Hey, landed in Miami! sent at 12:42pm

Bryce: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do 😉 sent at 12:50pm

Bryce: How’s it going? sent at 4:05pm

Bryce: Don’t tell me you’re letting your hair down without me. sent at 10:13pm

Bryce: What’s on the agenda today? sent at 9:24am

She usually replied so fast to him — unless she was at work. Why wasn’t she replying now?

Bryce ran his fingers through his long hair, messing it up nervously. Jordynne hadn’t replied to him since she texted to tell him she arrived in Miami for the conference with Dr. Ramsey.

He had no reason to worry — she had gotten there safe, that’s all that mattered.

And technically, she wasn’t his to worry about. She was — but she wasn’t. Not really.

It was a work conference. Nothing would happen.

He did recall some of the Attendings gossiping about the conference in the cafeteria from the other day — talking about the antics they had gotten into from previous years, the parties and drinks…

Shaking his head at himself, Bryce threw his phone away. It bounced on the fabric of his couch cushion — out of his reach. Jordynne wouldn’t get wrapped up in that — he knew her. Besides, she was with Ramsey — Dr. No Fun Allowed. It would be fine.

Right?

Why was he so worried? He wasn’t the clingy type. It drove his ex’s insane before — how nonchalant he was, how he never got jealous. They said it was like he didn’t care. But he did.

And boy, did he care with Jordynne. Almost too much. He barely knew the girl for a six hours before he was kissing her in that supply closet like his life depended on it.

He let out a sigh of relief as he heard his text tone. Stretching over quickly, he grabbed onto his phone and swiped up. A giant smile spread across his face as he saw her name and the tiny photo of her next to it.

Jordy: Hey! Sorry, it was a jam-packed two days. sent at 4:15pm

Just got back to the hospital for my shift. sent at 4:15pm

Bryce: Did you have any fun? Or did Dr. Terminator ruin everything for you? sent at 4:17 pm

Jordy: I learned a lot. Go to go, drinks tonight usual spot? x sent at 4:20 pm

Quickly typing out another text, he agreed with a winky face. His white teeth bit his lip to try and stop the stupid grin spreading across his face.

_______________________________________________________________________

She did her best to avoid him.

At the hospital — in the hallways, the cafeteria, the elevator. She took the long way past his office. She waited until she knew where he was before she went to check on Dr. Banerji.

Outside the hospital — taking her friends into the back booth at Donahue’s, staying over at Bryce’s constantly, skipping espresso roman’s in the morning, jogging in the opposite direction of his apartment complex.

A few days later, Jordynne had risked it that morning — walking past the cafe in the hopes of grabbing a bite to eat and some coffee before her shift. But she had noticed him through the window — sitting in a leather chair, nursing a paper cup in one hand and a book open in the other. She felt a knot develop in the pit of her stomach as she watched Ethan — his hair perfectly quaffed, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone. He was wearing his glasses too. Gulping, she started walking again — picking up the pace.

She didn’t get it. What caused him to change his mind so fast? It had been so amazing — their kiss, the way he put his hands on her, the things he had said… It made her feel guilty to admit it, but she had imagined it so many times. And when it had finally happened…

No. Don’t you think of him. Jordynne said to herself, somehow walking even faster. She shoved her tight fists into her jacket pocket and headed towards the hospital.

_______________________________________________________________________

Inches.

That’s how far away Ethan was from Jordynne’s face. She gulped as she felt his lips brush against her palm — her hand clasped around his mouth to stop him from talking as they hid in the supply closet.

His steely blue eyes met her green ones, and she swore she saw them soften slightly. But before she could do anything else, they snapped back, his eyebrows furrowing. She felt his strong fingers grab onto her wrist, pulling her hand away from his mouth.

“We’re going to have to work on our boundaries.” He growled, eyeing the small space left between their bodies.

She glared at him, “Definitely. I’ll do that right after I help you break into this hospital facility, right?”

Raising his eyebrows, he replied, “Touché.”

Jordynne’s breath hitched as he leaned towards her, his arm grazing her side. What was he — She cut off her thoughts as he reached passed her and she heard the rattle of glass test tubes.

“We’ll need these.” He waved them in front of her, but she didn’t miss the swallow in his throat.

The pair stepped into lab afterward, and they let out a sigh of relief as they realized it was empty. “I think we’re in the clear for now, but we should hurry before Dr. Wen comes back.”

Ethan instructed her on what to do with the sample tubes, before turning around to boot up the computer. A loud thud caused her shoulders to tense up.

Spinning around she watched him smacking the side of the slowly rebooting computer. “Dammit! Work, you piece of —“

“What’s wrong?”

“It froze up on me. I’ll have to reboot the whole thing before we can continue.”

The loading bar started to slowly creep forward. Crossing her arms across her chest, Jordynne let out a sigh. “Looks like this might take a while…”

“Time that we don’t have. We’re risking too much just by…” He grabbed onto the bridge of his nose, pinching it before matching her sigh. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t take this out on you.”

She blinked at him, shaking her head, “I’ve got thicker skin than you think. It’s gonna take more than your temper to scare me off.”

“I appreciate that, but still…” His blue eyes betrayed him for a moment, “I can’t afford to push away the one person I can trust with this.”

She felt her stomach twist into a knot — she was that one person. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” This was the most that she had spoken to him all week.

“Not exactly. But I’ve bent the rules before.” His dark brows furrowed, “I’ve been a thorn in the side of many administrators. Things are… more complicated now that the chief is someone I actually respect. But I can’t give up. I owe Naveen everything.” His eyebrows furrowed, “I can’t lose him. I won’t lose him.”

She couldn’t help herself. “Dr. Ramsey… We’ll find a way.” Jordynne licked her pink lips, “And I’ll be right by your side every step of the way.”

His eyes studied hers, watching carefully. His lips twitched, turning up slightly into a smile. “You’re not like the usual interns, Rookie.”

“You’ve said that before.” She said quietly, chewing the inside of her cheek.

The sound of the computer turning back on alerted him. He turned around, keying into the computer. “Are those samples ready? We need to be quick.”

The pair worked in silence, filling the analyzer and placing them into the machine.

“And now we wait.” He murmured, staring at the machine spinning and swirling the blood around.

Jordynne let out an exasperated sigh, “Can this be any slower?”

He scoffed, “Spoken like someone who’s never monitored an M.R.I.”

The machines humming stopped as it finished analyzing the blood. It spat out a piece of paper with the results. Ethan grabbed it, but his face fell immediately as read it.

Jordynne pushed herself off of the counter, noticing his reaction, “What’s wrong?”

“His erythrocyte sedimentation rate is elevated. Whatever his infection is, it’s still there… But what’s most troubling is his glomerular filtration rate.” He held the report out for her to take.

“It’s down to sixteen. His kidneys could fail. What do we do?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“We keep trying everything we can think of. We have to find the source of his infection… I have some research to do. Go back to Naveen and update him. Leave nothing out. He’ll know if you’re hiding something.” Ethan instructed her, his voice monotone.

“Yes, Doctor.” She said politely. Turning on her heel, she went to leave before Ethan’s voice caused her to stop.

“Jordynne, wait…” It was the tone — it was different from before.

“Yeah?” She turned around, facing him.

“I just wanted to say… thank you.” His eyes fell to the floor, “I suppose I’m in your debt, now.”

“I don’t need you in my debt, Dr. Ramsey.” She swallowed, her eyebrows knitted together. “But I need some honesty.”

His eyes flashed up, “What do you mean?”

Licking her lips, Jordynne played with her fingers, “Be honest about us.”

“I’m… I’m not sure what you mean.” He wavered.

She let out an exasperated sigh, “I think you know exactly what I mean.”

He turned his back to her, resting his hands onto the countertop. Against her better judgment, Jordynne walked up to him. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder — her fingers could feel the knots in his strong muscles.

She watched him relax at her touch at first, leaning into it, “Please, Jordynne. This is hard enough already.”

“Then why keep fighting it?” She asked breathlessly, “We both want this. We both feel this. It almost seems…. inevitable.”

God, she could smell his cologne from here.

Turning around his blue eyes finally met hers. She studied them, trying to decipher the look he was giving her — want, confusion, pain.

He reached up, his fingers gently stroking her freckled cheek. “We’re doctors, Jordynne. Fighting the inevitable is our job description.”

She grabbed onto his fingers, holding them to her face, “Don’t pretend like it didn’t mean anything to you. I was there. I saw the way you looked at me.”

“I —,” He hesitated, “I never said it didn’t mean anything to me. It just can’t happen again.” He took his hand away from her, deep lines burrowing in between his brow and forehead.

“Ethan, talk to—“ Her words trailed off as she watched him walk away, her stomach tightening with the familiar feeling she had long gotten used to since Miami. She felt her heart suddenly raise up in her throat, and water well up in her eyes. She wasn’t sure why — from how hurt she felt, the frustration or the anger.

She was not going to have that same conversation again. Not a chance.

Shaking her head at herself, Jordynne marched out of the room with one person in mind.

She needed to go find her distraction.

_______________________________________________________________________

We have to keep this casual.

Jordynne’s voice echoed in Bryce’s mind as he laid in her bed, his fingers curled into her damp hair as her head rested on his chest. He dared a glance down at her face — her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful as he massaged her head.

No strings. Fine by me.

Why had he said that? That was his chance, to make it more than casual, more than just pent up nights outside of the hospital, more than just… whatever this was.

What was this?

Because it didn’t feel casual. Legs intertwined in her bed, spending the night for the third time in a row? Her stealing his hoodies when they had movie nights at his house on rainy Saturdays? The looks they gave each other in the candid photos they got tagged in on Pictogram? Kissing while skydiving? Amazing sex in the shower?

Sienna had told him about her ex Brooks. Was that why? Did she want to distance herself because she was scared of getting hurt? Maybe the commitment was too much — two full-time doctors with shift work would be a hard relationship to manage.

He shouldn’t complain. Any time he got to spend with her was incredible — she was incredible.

Jordynne stirred under his hand, moving her face to look up at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” He replied breathlessly, “I’m great.”

She let out a sigh, moving her head back onto his chest.

“Are you?” He asked, his brow furrowing slightly as her expression changed.

“I’m — There’s just a lot going on, you know.” Her voice was quiet.

His chest vibrated as he agreed with a hum.

“The competition, and how to deal with Jackie, and figuring out how to help Mrs. Martinez, and Miami…” She looked back up to him, a deep line furrowing in her brow.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bryce kissed her forehead, “It will all be good.”

She licked her lips, “How can you be so sure?”

“Cause it’s you.” Reaching down, he pressed his lips to her pink ones. “If anyone’s going to do it, it’s gonna be you Jordynne.”

She kept her eyes closed for a moment longer than him after the kiss, her mouth twitching slightly.

“Why would Miami be bothering you though?”

She snapped her green eyes open, suddenly looking anxious again, “Huh?”

“You mentioned Miami before… Did something happen?”

“No!” She said too fast, her eyes turning wide. “Of course not, it was just a conference. Lectures and swag.”

Bryce’s dark brown eyes studied hers — he didn’t believe her. Tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, he spoke again, “You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Mhm.” She said quietly, moving her head back onto her pillow instead of his chest.

He furrowed his brow at the action, letting this hand fall back on his bare chest. The pair laid in silence for a moment, before Bryce felt his heart flutter.

Jordynne’s long fingers had reached out to him, digging for his hand through the sheets. She wrapped her fingers around his tan wrist, pulling her into him. Their naked bodies wrapped around each other easily — her warm body settling into the divots of his hips and his chest. Bryce put his face into the crook of her neck — breathing in the orange blossom shampoo in her hair, the vanilla perfume that still lingered on her skin, his lips settling onto the soft skin of her neck into a gentle kiss.

She let out a soft moan, pushing her hips into Bryce. “Just —,” Her voice faltered as his lips brushed her shoulders now, “Just don’t go anywhere, ok?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Jordy.” He replied breathlessly, burying his face into her hair again as he wrapped her into a tight hug.

“Good,” She muttered, before turning on her side to crash her lips back onto his — deepening the kiss as her fingers knotted into his long hair.

Part Thirteen

#choices #pixelberry choices #choices: stories you play #playchoices #choices open heart #choices oh #choices: open heart #open heart #oh #ethan ramsey #bryce lahela #dr. ethan ramsey x mc #mc x ethan ramsey #mc x ethan #ethan x mc #bryce lahela x mc #mc x bryce #dr ethan ramsey

46 notes · View notes

antifaintl · 5 years ago

Text

2019: A Timeline of Fascist And Extreme Right Violence

(CONTENT WARNING FOR EXTREME RACIST LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE) In keeping with our 2017 & 2018 lists of fascist and extreme right violence, we thought it smart to continue this year. The date of each incident noted and other details will yield the original media source(s) with some web searching. We will be updating this on the regular, so check back once in a while. Here’s hoping we have a much smaller and less-lethal list this year! January 2019: LGBTQ+ activists in Russia have reported to media outlets that 40 people have been detained by authorities in Chechnya and at least two have been tortured to death. January 1, 2019: A 50-year-old man intentionally drives his Mercedes into a crowd of asylum seekers in Bottrop, Germany, after trying twice earlier to run over pedestrians. When arrested, the assailant made several anti-foreigner and racist remarks to police. Eight people are injured in his attacks. January 1, 2019: 52-year-old José David Muñoz Vargas is attacked by a group of men in Porvenir, Chile after they discover he is gay. The men forcing him into scalding hot water, causing severe burns. Vargas is hospitalized in critical conditions for days as a result of his injuries. January 1, 2019: A 24-year-old man is attacked by men he is sharing a ride with in a vehicle when they overhear him speaking on the phone to his partner and realize he is gay. He is driven to a rural area near Valparaiso, Chile, where the men burn him with lit cigarettes, stomp on his genitals, and attempt to smash his head in with a large rock. The man passes out and is left for dead, only regaining consciousness the following day.

January 1, 2019: Terrorists detonate a small bomb at the front door of the home of a Moroccan family in Mariglianella, Italy. January 1, 2019: A man approaches two racialized women in Macerata, Italy, calls them “niggers” and throws a lit firecracker at their heads, then seig heils them and walks off. 50-60 people witness the assault but none intervene. January 1, 2019: Arsonists in Hebsack, Germany set fire to the home of a refugee family, who had received death threats in the past. Three family members are treated for smoke inhalation.

January 1, 2019: Arsonists set fire to a refugee shelter in Weimar, Germany while 120 people were sleeping inside. The fire destroys one wing of the building but fortunately no one is injured or killed.

January 1, 2019: At the end of New Year’s Eve two friends walking home in Lyon, France see a group of around 15 people attacking a man lying on the ground. When they rushed to help the man the group turned on them, yelling racist insults and punching and kicking them, after which the attackers ran away. Some of the attackers were recognized by the victims as members of a local far-right group.

January 2, 2019: Arsonists set fire to a trailer housing migrants in Lonato del Garda, Italy. When one of the occupants exits the front door to escape the fire, assailants shoot him with a rifle, seriously injuring him. The man undergoes life-saving surgery.

January 2, 2019: In Torino, Italy, a dozen people attack a man in the building he lives in, beating him while shouting homophobic epithets at him. The man suffers several facial contusions and a nose broken so badly that it requires surgery to repair.

January 3, 2019: A 36-year-old man is racially abused by a stranger in Berlin, Germany, and then punched and kicked by the man, who then flees. The injured man is treated in hospital.

January 5, 2019: A racialized homeless man taking shelter under a Christmas tree in the town center of Caserta, Italy is attacked, leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood when found. He is rushed to hospital with numerous injuries. January 6, 2019: 26-year-old Buckey Wolfe, a member of the Seattle branch of the fascist street gangs Proud Boys and Patriot Prayer, murders his own brother by stabbing him in the head with a 3-foot-long sword. January 6, 2019: Dana Martin, a 31-year-old racialized trans woman, is found shot to death in a ditch in Montgomery, Alabama.

January 6, 2019: Two Eritrean men in Hettstedt, Germany are confronted by a 36-year-old man shouting racist insults at them, who then chased them down the street and punched both of them.

January 7, 2019: 21-year-old Houston resident Albert Gallegos, who has a documented history of randomly assaulting black people, approaches a 92-year-old man waiting for a bus and beats him unconscious. Police charge Gallegos with a hate crime.

January 10, 2019: A black man asks for and receives directions from a resident of Andria, Italy. A third man approaches the two, abuses them with racial taunts and insults, and assaults them. The two men run away separately from the attack, who follows the man that gave directions to his home and kicks through the locked door before police intervene. January 10, 2019: A 47-Brazilian woman attempting to order a pizza is interrupted by a patron of the Mereto di Tomba, Italy pizzeria, who complains loudly that she is not speaking the regional Italian dialect. Shouting “here we are in Friuli and we must speak Friulian by law!” he follows the woman outside and attacks her, breaking her nose and fracturing other facial bones before the woman’s son intervenes.

January 11, 2019: The “National Socialist Offensive” calls in bomb threats across Germany, forcing the closure of court houses throughout the country.

January 12, 2019: A Jewish man walking past a Crown Heights laundromat is confronted by a group of teenagers, who challenge him to a fight, punch him in the face, and knock him to the ground. The man is hospitalized with minor injuries to his face and head. January 12, 2019: A Jewish man at the Nikolassee S-bahn station in Berlin, Germany is insulted by a man there, who then attempts to hit him in the head with a rock. January 13, 2019: During a charity event, Pawel Adamowicz - Gdansk, Poland’s left-leaning mayor and a frequent target of the far-right, is stabbed to death by a 27-year-old ex-con with a history of violence who claimed to be a political opponent. January 13, 2019: Two people on a motor scooter pull up to a Senegalese street vendor in Pisa, Italy, and throw bleach in his face, causing burns to his eyes that put him in the hospital.

January 13, 2019: A Syrian refugee in Stralsund, Germany is injured in an assault by three men, who berate him with Islamophobic and racial slurs as they beat him.

January 14, 2019: 24-year-old Andrew Ramsey is asked to leave a Salem, OR. convenience store after causing a disturbance. He returns minutes later to assault the Sikh store manager by throwing his shoe at him, knocking him to the ground, and attempting to steal his turban. Ramsey tells arresting officers that he took those actions to disrespect the store manager because “he was Hindu and prays to Vishnu the catfish god.“

January 15, 2019: 34-year-old Arthur Martunovich walks into a Brooklyn Chinese restaurant, produces a hammer, and attacks Asian restaurant staff with it while allowing non-Asian staff to pass by unarmed. Three Asian staff members are bludgeoned to death. Martunovich told police he was inspired to commit the triple homicide by "a movie about Chinese men mistreating women.” January 16, 2019: A Jewish man walking down the street is punched in the chest by a passerby in a completely unprovoked assault caught on video.

January 16, 2019: German police raid twelve apartments in eight states belonging to members of the National Socialist Knights of the Ku Klux Klan Deutschland, seizing over 100 weapons.

January 17, 2019: Transgender woman & reality TV star Tia Latham is pursued by two man brandishing metal poles, who attempt to attack her. She manages to get into her house and lock herself in, leaving the pair to smash up her car while yelling homophobic/transphobic slurs at her.

January 18, 2019: A Bangladeshi immigrant riding his bicycle in via Fanneli, Italy is shoved off his bike by two people on a motor scooter, causing him to smash his head on the pavement.

January 19, 2019: Two gay men leaving an Austin, TX gay club are accosted by a man yelling homophobic slurs at them. While distracted, four other men attack the couple, beating both of them unconscious and leaving one seriously injured.

January 19, 2019: While transporting buffalo to market, 24-year-old Naushad Muhammad is pulled over in the village of Bhalaut, India, where local residents pull him from his vehicle, accuse him of “cow smuggling,” tie him to a pole and beat him for two hours. When police eventually arrive, they arrest Muhammad and leave him chained to a bed post in the police station over night without any medical treatment for his injuries.

January 19, 2019: Around 15 members of the Identitäre Bewegung, armed with pepper spray, attack the opening of a left-wing social center, injuring several attendees. Police detain several of the attackers. January 20, 2019: Fascist Golden Dawn members attack journalists covering their rally in Athens, beating them with clubs and stealing their cameras and equipment. Three journalists are injured, one badly enough to require hospitalization.

January 20, 2019: A 14-year-old girl observing a march by extreme right-wing bigots in Roßlau, Germany is attacked by the marchers for “looking left-wing,” sustaining injuries to her ribs and head.

January 20, 2019: Two well-known, armed neo-nazis in Saalfeld, Germany ambush an antifascist, beating him until they are chased off by passerby. The antifascist is seriously injured. Both attackers are arrested and charged with weapons violations.

January 21, 2019: Florida resident Mark Bartlett reacts to a group of young black men staging a “bikes up guns down” protest in Miami by screaming racial epithets at them and then pulling out a pistol and threatening to shoot them. January 22, 2019: Police arrest four men in Greece, New York for a terror plot against the small Muslim community of Islamberg, NY. Investigators seize 23 rifles and shotguns as well as three IEDs. January 23, 2019: 21-year-old Zephen Xaver walks into a bank in Sebring, Florida wearing a bulletproof vest, produces a handgun, and executes five women in the bank for no apparent reason, before surrendering to authorities. Xaver’s facebook page shows that he was a fan and supporter of Alex Jones and Milo Yiannopoulos.

January 23, 2019: Police discover a potentially-lethal pipe bomb decorated with nazi symbols on a school route in Raken, Germany.

January 24, 2019: While waiting to use the changing station in the washroom of an Edmonton, Canada Costco, an Indigenous woman holding her baby is assaulted by a woman leaving the washroom, who rams her elbow into the Indigenous woman’s side and shoving both her and her baby against the stall of the bathroom. As she fled the scene, the attacker made mocking sounds and gestures pertaining to Indigenous people, called her a “dirty Indian,” and called a black woman who attempted to intervene a “nigger” several times. January 25, 2019: The spokesman of the Anti-Fascist United Front (FUA) was ambushed in Braga by three Neonazis, with two attempts to run him over with their car, followed by a pursuit on foot. He escapes uninjured.

January 26, 2019: A group of armed Israeli settlers march on the Palestinian village of Al-Mughayyir, firing tear gas followed by live bullets at the villagers there. Eleven Palestinians are wounded in the attack and one, Hamdy Na’asan, is shot dead as he attemps to pick up a wounded villager from the ground.

January 26, 2019: A 31-year-old woman is approached at a subway station in Berlin by a stranger, who screams xenophobic slurs at her before attacking her with a blunt object. The woman manages to fend off the attack but injures her thumb during the struggle.

January 26, 2019: A mob in Trepuzzi, Italy arrive at the home of 22-year-old Sierra Leone migrant Alhaji Turay. They smash their way through the front door and corner Turay in his home, calling him a “dirty nigger” and telling him to “go home!” When Turay attempts to escape by climbing out of a window, one of the racist attackers smashes a chair across his back. Turay manages to flee but sustaining injuries bad enough to require three weeks to heal. This is the second time in less than a year that Turay has been attacked; in October he and other migrant were attacked by baseball-bat-wielding racists.

January 28, 2019: Right-wing extremist, Islamophobe, and “Yellow Vests Canada” member Tony Green is arrested after pointing a loaded pistol at an off-duty RCMP officer in Campbell River, BC, Canada. Police then spend four days searching Green’s property, recovering explosives, homemade silencers, prohibited high-capacity magazines, and over 100 firearms, including a machine gun, zip guns, and firearms with their serial numbers removed.

January 29, 2019: Three students in Gela, Italy are charged with assaulting a classmate from Senegal, leaving him seriously injured. They are further charged with extortion and stalking due to their continued harassment of the classmate.

January 30, 2019: Three men assault two Hasidic Jewish men in two separate attacks just fifteen minutes apart in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. One of the Hasidic men is hospitalized with his injuries.

January 30, 2019: A 70-year-old Muslim woman selling food from a makeshift stall is attacked by eight members of the Hindu extremist Bajrang Dal gang. They throw hot curry in the woman’s face, scalding her, before setting her food stall on fire.

January 31, 2019: Ossuele Gnegne, a 28-year-old immigrant from Ivory Coast is riding is bicycle to work in Arzano, Italy when a car deliberately runs into him, knocking him to the pavement. Several men, armed with iron bars and bats, exit the vehicle and beat Gnegne as he lays on the ground. Gnegne’s arm is badly broken and he suffers other injuries as well.

January 31, 2019: Camila, a trans woman who had recently been deported from the United States to El Salvador, is admitted to a San Salvador-area hospital with multiple serious injuries stemming from an attack. She dies in hospital three days later. January 31, 2019: Two people beat a refugee in a park in Plattling, Germany, leaving him injured and lying on the ground as they flee.

February 2019: FBI arrest 20-year-old college dropout and Atomwaffen Division member Benjamin Bogard after being tipped off to a number of videos posted by Bogard advocating for white supreamacy, discussing how to obtain bomb-making materials, and talking about his desire to murder racialized people. FBI agents testify in court that they believe Bogard could be the country’s next mass shooter or bomber and reveal that they also uncovered child pornography on Bogard’s cell phone. February 2019: An Italian of Brazilian descent and his girlfriend at accosted by four teeangers in Reggio Calabria, Italy, who shout racist slurs that the couple before assaulting the man and stealing his phone. The couple take refuge in a pharmacy but their four attackers wait outside, shouting racial abuse until police arrive and arrest them.

February 2, 2019: A 27-year-old man and his 54-year-old father confront two Afghan refugees at an S-bahn station in Berlin, insulting and beating them.

February 4, 2019: A 25-year-old man of Indian descent is waiting for a tram in Dresden, Germany when another man pops out of a door, shouts at him and punches him in the face before fleeing.

February 4, 2019: Two Indian men are harassed and racially abused on a bus in Gdansk, Poland. When they leave the bus, one of them is punched in the back of his head.

February 5, 2019: As a 19-year-old Gambian man walks out of his workplace in Syracuse, Italy, a man waving a knife confronts him, calling him a “black bastard,” threatening to kill him and then chasing him. Police intervene before the attacker can make good on his threat. February 6, 2019: An 18-year-old woman on her way to work in Corsenza, Italy witnesses two men beating a migrant in the street. When she attempts to intervene, the two men turn on her and assault her.

February 6, 2019: Two Cuban women on a bus in Brescia, Italy are racially abused by another woman, who then assaults them and tries to steal one of their purses before bystanders intervene. Both Cuban women sustain injuries in the attack.

February 6, 2019: An 18-year-old German in Mühlhausen, Germany racially insults a 19-year-old refugee from Syria and then tries to stab him with a jackknife. The refugee is able to parry the attack and take the knife from the attacker. February 7, 2019: Two Indonesian students in Canberra, Australia are waiting for a bus when two people began harassing them for their dress and headscarves. The two students attempt to ignore the harassers, who escalate to punching the women in the head before running off.

February 7, 2019: A 26-year-old German attacked an asylum-seeker from Iran on the street in Zittau, Germany. First, he is said to have insulted the injured racially. Then he hit him with a bottle on the back of the head, splitting his head open.

February 7, 2019: A woman from Dominica is riding the escalator in a Rome, Italy subway station when two men yell racial slurs at her. When she reacts, they punch her repeatedly in her face. One man is charged while the woman is treated in hospital for her injuries. February 8, 2019: Ndudzu Prosper, a 26-year-old Zimbabwean studying in Annaba, Algeria is confronted by three men who attack him with clubs and knives, stabbing him to death. The assailants denied the police theory that they were attempting to rob Prosper, telling the police they were calling him racist names before they attacked him.

February 8, 2019: A trans woman named Lolita is hacked to death in a machete attack in El Salvador.

February 9, 2019: Assil Belalta, a 21-year-old medical student in Algiers, Algeria, is found stabbed to death in his dorm room. His killers left behind a homophobic message scrawled on the wall of Belaita’s room in his own blood.

February 9, 2019: A man in Berlin approaches two Syrian girls (15 and 16 years old) while they were talking to each other. The stranger racially abuses the girls, then punches both of them several times in the face before fleeing. The two girls suffered facial injuries.

February 10, 2019: Galia Petkova, a gay woman in Sofia, Bulgaria, is walking through the city when a man begins following her, before punching her in the face and warning her not to be seen in public again. Petkova loses two of her teeth in the homophobic attack.

February 10, 2019: Mattia Casciani, defender with the Italian football team Borznese, violently attacks an opposing player and then his own team mate with punches, kicks, and a litany of racist slurs at the end of the match with Real San Prospero.

February 10, 2019: Three men are attacked by a group of five bigots as they exit a gay bar in Bordeaux, France. One of the men suffers serious facial injuries and has to be treated in the hospital.

February 13, 2019: John Crain walks into a Marysville, CA. 7-11 and throws hot coffee in the face of the Sikh store clerk. Upon arrest, Crain tells police he did it because he “hates Muslims.”

February 14, 2019: After enduring weeks of racist abuse by her neighbors, a mixed-race Italian woman is punched and kicked as her neighbor yells racist slurs at her and tells her to “go back to her country.”

February 15, 2019: Two assailants smash out the plate glass window of a Brooklyn synagogue while 15 people were inside.

February 15, 2019: A 49-year-old white supremacist and Coast Guard lieutenant Christopher Paul Hasson is arrested in his Silver Spring, MD. home on guns and drugs charges. Police recover 15 firearms, over 1000 rounds of ammunition, steroids, human growth hormone, and a “hit list” containing the names of prominent Democrat politicians and journalists from CNN and MSNBC. Prosecutors have also obtained emails Hasson wrote to neo-nazi groups and allege that Hasson was using the manifesto of Norwegian white supremacist terrorist Anders Breivik as a model for his own plans.

February 16, 2019: A group of men in downtown Salt Lake City are approached by a man berating them with homophobic slurs. When one of the group begins recording the man on his phone, the man punches him in the head.

February 16, 2019: 33-year-old Dustin Passarelli escalates a Carmel, IN. traffic disagreement with four foreign-born American citizens by shouting xenophobic and Islamophobic slurs at them. When Passarelli draws a pistol, one of the four, 33-year-old Mustafa Ayoubi, begins running. Passarelli shoots Ayoubi in the back several times, killing him.

February 18, 2019: Five drunk Polish men in Stoke-On-Trent, UK were arrested after attacking a Muslim security guard and two others, kicking and punching them while yelling that the Polish would remove Muslims from the country. February 18, 2019: Four young men in Wolow, Poland beat up an Egyptian man who was walking home after work, because of his nationality and skin color, injuring the man’s arm and knee.

February 19, 2019: Maajid Nawaz, who has publicly defended white supremacists, is called a “fucking Paki” while outside London’s Soho Theatre and punched in the face by an unknown assailant, who runs away after the attack.

February 20, 2019: A 47-year old Ivorian woman who has been living in Italy for 30 years is attacked by a group of men and women in the city of Bari, who yell racist insults at her while she is walking home from work in the afternoon on a busy street, then begin punching and kicking her. None of the bystanders come to the victim’s aid. February 20, 2019: Fascist activists of the youth group of CasaPound, Blocco Studentesco, were leafleting at Benedetto Da Norcia high school in Rome, Italy. When a student folded the leaflet to put it in his pocket the fascists thought he was ripping it up and beat him to the ground, also attacking the girl he was with.

February 20, 2019: A 12-year-old Egyptian boy is physically attacked in the streets of Portuense, Rome, Italy.

February 21, 2019: A 29-year-old man screams racial slurs at an 11-year-old Roma boy on a subway in Rome, Italy before stabbing him in the head.

February 23, 2019: At a hockey game in Saint-Jerome, Canada between the Jonquiere Marquis and the St. Jerome Petroliers du Nord, Marquis player Jonathan-Ismael Diaby was targeted by racist opposing fans, who taunted him and his family and forced them to leave the game early. When Diaby, who is black, was sent to the penalty box in the first period, the so-called ‘fans’ began shouting racist insults. They also harassed Diaby’s family, with several people crowding around them, pushing and hitting his father and pouring beer on his girlfriend.

February 23, 2019: 22-year-old Antonio Valdez randomly attacks a 67-year-old Korean man in Santa Rosa, CA. While assaulting and robbing him, Valdez demands that the man tell him his citizenship. Valdez faces hate crime charges.

February 23, 2019: A middle-aged couple follow a Muslim woman into a Kettering, OH. grocery store, screaming ethnic and racial slurs at her. The woman tries to ignore them and while she is reaching for a gallon of milk, the man in the couple shoves her into the display. March 2, 2019: Four gay men are injured in three separate mob beatings that take place during and around Sydney’s LGBTQ+ Mardi Gras parade & events.

March 2, 2019: A 60-year old women and Thai immigrant tending bar in Pordenone, Italy is assaulted by a male customer, yelling things like “Salvini is right” and “Go back to your own country.”

March 2, 2019: A group of eight neo-nazis in Leipzig, Germany harass a 22-year old African man on a tram, and attack him as he leaves, leaving him badly injured.

March 2, 2019: Neo- nazis of the Identitäre Bewegung assault two young women and a man in front of their Halle, Germany headquarters, beating them and attacking them with pepper spray. All three were hospitalized as a result of their injuries.

March 3, 2019: A 65-year-old Jewish woman is returning to her home in Bamberg, Germany when someone comes up from behind her and douses her with acid, seriously burning her.

March 6, 2019: Members of the extreme right Vishwa Hindu Dal group attack two Kashmiri dried fruit sellers, beating them with clubs.

March 7, 2019: Nine fascists in Ferrol, Italy attack three friends who are walking home after recognizing them as leftist activists. A 40-year old ends up in hospital with a fractured skull.

March 8-9, 2019: A 37-year-old woman goes on a spree of pepper spray attacks, exclusively targeting white pedestrians and using racist language in at least two of the attacks. At least eight people are injured in the attacks. NYPD file hate crime charges against the assailant.

March 10, 2019: Four neo-nazis chase a 23-year-old gay man through the streets of Leon, Spain, beating him to the ground when they catch up to him and stabbing him repeatedly in the neck. The man is rushed to hospital with serious injuries.

March 10, 2019: Police raid a militia meeting near Dorfmark, Germany, recovering a machine gun, a submachine gun, other weapons, and nazi artifacts.

March 11, 2019: Over a hundred racist youth in Urk, the Netherlands invade the home of a family of Moroccan background, looking to beat up their son. In the attack they also beat the mother and daughter of the family, all while chanting the name of Dutch far-right politician Geert Wilders. March 13, 2019: A black man got into a tram in Ukkel, Belgium, when another man starts verbally harassing him, calling him a monkey and saying that he wants black people gone. When the victim confronted the man he was threatened, pushed and shoved by the racist, after which the tram driver helped the man to safety. March 13, 2019: A white driver rams his car into Chuck Crockett's car on a North Portland, OR., then jumps out and repeatedly calls Crockett a "nigger" and other racial slurs, threatens to attack him, and then drives away. When Crockett reports the incident to police, several officers refuse to accept his report of a hate crime. March 15, 2019: 28-year-old Australian man and white supremacist Brenton Tarrant, armed with an assault rifle and shotgun decorated with neo-nazi symbols, opens fire on worshippers at two mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand, killing 50 people and injuring 19 others. Tarrant, who live-streamed the mass murder, leaves behind a 74-page manifesto in which he describes the attack as a terrorist act against “mass migration,” designed to “incite violence” against Muslims.

March 15, 2019: Three men drive by an east end London mosque shouting racist & Islamophobic abuse. When some of the worshippers there respond, the men climb out of their car and attack the worshippers with a baton and a hammer. One of the worshippers sustains a head injury in the attack.

March 15, 2019 A peaceful protest outside a meeting of Dutch fascist party FvD in Maastricht, the Netherlands, is attacked by a group of ten people. One protester is injured on his hand and a megaphone is smashed. The attack is quickly repelled, allowing the protest to continue. March 16, 2019: 50-year-old Vincent Fuller dons a mask and walks down the street in Surrey, UK swinging a baseball bat and a large knife, shouting “white supremacy,” “kill all Muslims,” and racial slurs. He then stabs a 19-year-old man in a Tesco parking lot. Fuller is charged with attempted murder and hate crimes.

March 16, 2019: A hijab-wearing Muslim woman standing outside of her mother’s home in Brooklyn when a strange man rushes at her from across the street, attempts to trip her, then kicks her in her right leg before walking away. March 16, 2019: A mob of at least 20 people attack a van in Colombes, France occupied by two Roma, injuring both of them. March 17, 2019: Two days after the terrorist attack in Christchurch, NZ., a fourteen-year-old boy threatens a Victoria, Australia mosque online, claiming he will “be visting (sic) this mosque and kill as many invaders as i can in the time i get. I will then shoot myself in front of police.”

March 17, 2019: A 16-year-old biracial boy is walking home from a Leesburg, FL. convenience store with his 12-year-old sister when they encounter two men who call them “niggers,” demand that they leave the area, and fire a gun at them. James Robert Reidnauer and Brent Van Besien face charges from the incident. Reidnauer was previously arrested in 2016 for the domestic abuse of a disabled adult.

March 17, 2019: The FBI arrests 22-year-old New York resident Thomas Alonzo Bolin for plotting a terrorist attack. Bolin, a Greek immigrant who managed and was active on several white supremacist facebook groups, was plotting online with his cousin to commit a mass shooting of Muslims in Baltimore. Bolin told FBI agents in an interview that he wanted Muslims out of the country because they were “contributing to a corruption of his culture.” Agents seized a mask and shotgun from his rented room.

March 18, 2019: A man walking his dog in Berlin, Germany, insults two women for wearing headscarves. When they respond he punches one of the women, who is pregnant, in the stomach. She had to be treated in the hospital for her injuries.

March 21, 2019: 55-year-old Patrick W. Carlineo, Jr. decides to mark the International Day for the Elimination of Racism by calling the offices of Rep. Ilhan Omar to threaten to “put a bullet in her fucking skull” for being Muslim, Carlineo is arrested for threatening to assault and kill Ilhan.

March 21, 2019: Austin Shuffield becomes involved in a Dallas, TX. parking dispute with L’Daijohnique Lee, a 24-year-old black woman. Shuffield approaches Lee with a pistol in his hand, then calls her a “stupid nigger,” knocks her cell phone out of her hand and into the street, and punches her in the head several times until she is knocked out.

March 22, 2019: Description: Two Muslim women in Ukkel, Belgium, were walking to their children’s school and crossing a crosswalk when a driver of a car refused to give them the right of way. He opened his window to yell that he’s a racist and hates women in headscarves, and then drove into one of the women, who had to be treated in the hospital for injuries to her leg.

March 23, 2019: During an unauthorised march of around a hundred fascists of Forza Nuova in Prato, Italy a group of fascists targeted a young man who was sitting on the fountain’s edge in the gardens and filming their passage with his mobile phone, by violently throwing him to the ground and hitting him with kicks and punches.

March 24, 2019: An arsonist sets fire to a mosque in Escondido, California, while seven people are inside, leaving a note behind referencing the mass murder/white supremacist terror attack at another mosque in Christchurch, New Zealand earlier in the month. A month later it’s revealed that the culprit is 19-year-old John Earnest, after Earnest enters a San Diego synagogue with an AR-15 and shoots four worshippers, killing one.

March 24, 2019: A member of far-right group Soldiers of Odin attempts to assault Finnish Foreign Minister Timo Soini at a farmers market in Vantaa, Finland. The attacker is overpowered by security before he can hit Soini.

March 25, 2019: A mob of at least 50 people, armed with clubs and knives, descend on a Roma encampment in Bobigny, France, setting fire to several vans Roma people were living in. Police arrest 20 of the mob. March 25, 2019: A violent mob chases a group of Roma through the streets of Clichy-sous-Bois, France, only stopping when the Roma take refuge from them in a supermarket.

March 27 - April 4, 2019: In the course of one week, three predominantly black churches in St. Landry Parish, LA. are completely destroyed in fires investigating authorities are calling “suspicious.” Police arrest 21-year-old Holden Matthews, singer in a “black metal” band, self-professed worshipper of the white supremacist Asatru religious cult, and the son of a police deputy.

March 29, 2019: A man wearing a MAGA hat and shouting homophobic abuse approaches a group of people outside of a roller rink hosting an LGBTQ+ event. When one of the event-goers confronts him, the man produces a sword and slashes them, leaving his victim bleeding profusely as he runs away.

March 29, 2019: The offices and archives of the Highlander Research and Education Center in New Market Tennessee burn to the ground overnight in a mysterious fire. A fascist symbol adopted by local members of the white supremacist Traditionalist Workers Party are found on-site.

March 30, 2019: A 25-year old Muslim woman is verbally abused by an elderly woman in Vienna, Austria, when the old woman spots her at a metro station. She spits at the victim and tells her the fascist party “FPÖ will get rid of all of you”. When the Muslim woman confronts her the old woman produces a sharp object and threatens to stab her.

March 30, 2019: Three teenaged boys verbally abuse a transgender teenager in Essex, UK, before one of the boys produces a knife and slashes the transgender teen in the face, causing injuries severe enough to require hospitalization. March 30, 2019: 27-year-old trans woman Ashanti Carmon is shot dead in Prince George’s County, Maryland.

March 31, 2019: Racist & transphobic far-right gang “The Hiwaymen” arrive at the Arkansas state capitol and attack attendees at an event to mark the Trans Day of Visibility, punching and kicking them on the steps of the capitol building, injuring at least one person.

March 31, 2019: During a rally against Algeria’s then-President Abdelaziz Bouteflika in Paris, France, 31-year old transgender woman Julia was insulted with transphobic slurs and attacked with punches and kicks by three men as she made her way through the crowd.

April 1, 2019: Jaswinder Singh, a Sikh cab driver in New York City, is berated by a racist passenger mocking his race and religion who then pulls out a knife and slashes Singh’s throat, nearly killing him.

April 3, 2019: Four members of fascist youth group Blocco Studentesco have been arrested for their attempt to poison a fifth member of the fascist group using Ricin in 2018 in Turin. Italy.

April 4, 2019: A 24-year-old man walking near Brooklyn’s Prospect Park is approached by another man yelling anti-gay slurs at him. The first man is then punched before his assailant runs away.

April 5, 2019: A man in Bourdon, France said he stabbed his neighbor because he “wanted to kill a Jew.” The 58-year-old victim was stabbed 15 times in his abdomen and face. He was injured in the liver and gallbladder and underwent surgery. He was saved by a friend who was with him at the time of the assault, and came between the victim and the attacker.

April 6, 2019: Emmit Davis, a transgender man in Colorado Springs, Co,, is sitting on the porch of his home with his partner when three men passing by jump over their fence and begin verbally abusing them with homophobic and racist slurs, then attack Davis, leaving him with facial injuries.

April 6, 2019: A drunk father and son walking their dog yelled insults and punched a 15-year old Muslim boy in Waddinxveen, Netherlands, who fled into the mosque. The drunk father followed him and angrily pounded on the door. Several men, including the elderly chairman of the mosque came outside trying to calm the man down, who yelled racist slurs at them before punching the elderly chairman in the face. Two more men were injured in the fight that followed.

April 7, 2019: After an event by far-right party AfD in Köln that was completely outnumbered by counter-protesters, a car carrying two people who were present at the AfD event deliberately drives into a group of counter-protesters on their way home at a stoplight, injuring one person who ended up on the hood of the car. The car then drove off. The injured victim had to be treated in hospital.

April 7, 2019: In Lipník nad Bečvou, Czech Republic, a brutal assault was committed against three Romani children by an adult man and woman yelling racist insults. The man is said to have punched the children in the chest and face, and eyewitnesses say he even kicked one child in the chest. A 14-year-old boy has been hospitalized with a bruised back and a concussion, while a girl has been hospitalized with an injured thoracic cavity and another 12-year-old girl has been hospitalized with a bruised spine and dislocated nose. Klára Bartošová, a relative of the assaulted boy, told news server Romea.cz that the man had attacked the children because, several days ago, his 16-year-old daughter had an argument with a Romani child. “Those were absolutely different children, though. He just came up and began beating any Romani child he could get his hands on,” she said.

April 8, 2019: An Israeli settler from the illegal settlement of Gush Etzion deliberately rams his car into a Palestinian teenager, critically injuring him before fleeing the scene.

April 8, 2019: Two men attack a Congolese man in Warsaw. They yell racist insults, punch and use pepper spray in the attack. Both men were arrested. One of the perpetrators turned out to have an earlier conviction for giving a fascist salute.

April 9, 2019: An anti-Romani mob attacked and destroyed homes of Romani people in Gabrovo, Bulgaria after a video was posted online of three Romani men fighting employees in a shop. The three men had been arrested and released after 24-hours by the police. This sparked anti-Romani protests by non-Romani residents. The protests then became a riot in which a large mob of non-Romani men vandalized the homes of Romani people, with Romani children still inside in some cases.

April 10 2019: A high school student at an East Brunswick, NJ school attacks a fellow student, who is Muslim, by spitting on her, ripping off her hijab, knocking her to the ground, climbing on top of her and punching her repeatedly in the face. The attacker later brags about the attack on social media, peppering her post with Islamophobic slurs.

April 10, 2019: A university lecturer riding a tram in Warsaw, Poland overhears a fellow passenger speaking in Ukrainian on his cell phone. The lecturer goes over to the man and assaults him.

April 10, 2019: As she is leaving morning prayers at her Milwuakee, WI. mosque, a Muslim woman is assaulted by a stranger who tries to tear off her hijab. When she resists, he throws her to the ground, beats and stabs her. The woman is hospitalized because of her injuries.

April 11, 2019: Osher Band, a 15-year-old transgender girl from Ashkelon, Israel, was hospitalized with a brain injury and organ damage after being attacked by a classmate. Osher hadn’t gone to school for more than six months.The incident that made Osher stop coming to school last summer occurred while she was sitting with some of her classmates. Two boys from her grade began taunting her. Then, “they threw chairs at me, and one of them said that if I stay here, he would stab me, and pulled out a pocketknife,” she said. Since then, she said she has been afraid to leave home. On Thursday April 11, she finally returned to school, but she said had an argument with another girl who chased her, knocked her head around and hit her until she managed to flee and call the police. April 12, 2019: After being involved in a minor traffic collision in Dallas, Texas, a transgender woman is confronting by a mob of people who stomp and beat her for several minutes while screaming transphobic slurs at her until she manages to escape them. The woman is hospitalized for her injuries.

April 12, 2019: Two members of Italian fascist party CasaPound - one of whom is a Vitarbo city councillor, beat and rape another CasaPound member in a bar frequented by fascists, after telling her to come party with them and getting her drunk. They videotape the rape on their cellphones.

April 13, 2019: Landon McCaa and Tomas Sion Brown invite several people to their Wayne County, MS. home for a party, then suckerpunch and attack party guest Trevor Gray, breaking his jaw in two places as they yell homophobic slurs at him, after they mistakenly assumed he was gay.

April 13, 2019: A trans woman in Dallas, TX. is stabbed multiple times.

April 16, 2019: After threatening to kill an interracial couple the week before and calling the woman in the couple a “nigger lover,” 50-year-old James Descant spots the couple walking to a Metairie, LA. convenience store and attempts to run them over in his pickup truck, seriously injuring the woman.

April 16, 2019: Two young gay people are surrounded by six other young people after leaving a club: “They started slapping, punching and kicking”, says one of the two “first my friend, then me”. They use homophobic insults and threaten to come back and stab them if they tell anyone about the assault.

April 17, 2019: Arsonists set fire to Moscow’s Torat Chaim yeshiva in Moscow just ahead of the Passover meal celebration after spray-painting swastikas on the building. There were about 60 students, rabbis and guests in the building at the time.

April 19, 2019: A child on San Vicente Blvd. in Los Angeles is attacked by a man shouting racial slurs at them while repeatedly kicking them. April 21, 2019: Eight coordinated suicide bombings, targeting Christian churches, hotels popular with foreigners, and a cinema, kill 253 people and injured a further 500. The attacks are attributed to National Thowheeth Jama'ath, a fascist group with ties to Daesh/ISIS. A further seven people are killed when the wives of one of the suspect detonates a bomb in her home as police are raiding it, killing herself, three police officers, and three of her sons.

April 21, 2019: A 22-year old Czech politician was attacked by two men who used racist insults against him. He had to be treated in hospital for a large cut on his back.

April 22, 2019: As he was attempting to flag down a cab in Liverpool late at night, 32-year-old Jon McMahon is approached from behind by a group of people shouting homophobic slurs at him. Before he can react, they attack him from behind, beating him unconscious and stealing his wallet.

April 22, 2019: Dr. Joanna Malinowska is attacked with pepper-spray by three masked men in Wroclaw, Poland after having given a feminist lecture. The men refer to her as a leftist and make further threats as they attack her.

April 22, 2019: A Muslim woman leaving a Wal-Mart in Milton, Ontario with her four-year-old and two-month-old daughters is approached in the parking lot by another woman who bumps the four-year-old and then immediately starts punching the mother in the face while she tried to shield her children from the attack.

April 23, 2019: 34-year-old war veteran Isaiah Peoples is on his way to deliver food to his Sunnyvale, CA. bible study group when we decides to ram his car into eight pedestrians crossing the street at a crosswalk. Police quickly discover that Peoples, who kept repeating “thank you, Jesus!” immediately after the attack, chose to do so because he believed the pedestrians were Muslims. Several of the victims were severely injured, including a 13-year-old girl who is in a coma.

April 23, 2019: A masked man arrives at the North Austin Muslim Community Center in Austin TX and attempts to set it on fire.

April 25, 2019: Santi Leon Martinez, a 48-year-old registered Republican working at a Goodwill store in Denver, CO., confronts an anti-fascist who is removing neo-nazi Patriot Front stickers from a streetpole outside the store. After a brief discussion during which Martinez states that “maybe some people deserve to be in concentration camps,” he produces a large folding knife and chases the anti-fascist down the street, stabbing him five times. The anti-fascist nearly dies from blood loss.

April 26, 2019: FBI arrests Army veteran Mark Steven Domingo for plotting to bomb a white supremacist rally in Huntington Beach, CA. The FBI alleges that Domingo is a “violent jihadist” who has pledged allegiance to Daesh/ISIS and had previously considered attacking a synagogue.

April 26, 2019: At a Cronulla, Australia rally for racist politician Fraser Anning, a 19-year-old Anning supporter threatens a TV journalist and then attacks her photographer when he intervenes.

April 26, 2019: Gunmen on motorbikes attack a Protestant church in Djibo, Burkina Faso, killing six Christians.

April 27, 2019: 19-year-old white supremacist John Earnest enters a San Diego synagogue and opens fire on worshippers, injuring three people and killing one. After turning himself into police, Earnest also confesses to attempting to burn down a mosque in Escondid, CA. the month before.

April 27, 2019: Arsonists attempt to burn down the homes of two socialist politicians in Solothurn, Swizterland by starting fires in their mail boxes.

April 27, 2019: Cody Morse is standing outside of a Hattiesburg, MS. bar when two men run at him and begin punching him in the head - one while holding keys in his hand - and then assault and injure a woman who attempts to intervene. Morse, who was left with multiple contusions and lacerations on his face, believes he was targeted because he is gay.

April 27, 2019: A 23-year-old trans woman is followed out of a Denver, CO. bar by two men who start harassing her, then attack her, punching her several times in the face and breaking her jaw in three places and causing possible permanent nerve damage to the right side of her face.

April 28, 2019: An arsonist attempts to burn down the African-American New Hope Baptist Church in St. Paul, MN.

April 30, 2019: 43-year-old Adelaide, Australia resident Aaron Ellis - a self-proclaimed Islamophobe and ultra-nationalist - is arrested after police raid his home and discover pipe bomb materials and homemade explosive chemicals in a fridge inside a shed.

April 30, 2019: Two Christian extremists set up a booth and PA system in the heart of Toronto’s Gay Village and begin preaching homophobic hate speech & attempting to pass out anti-LGBTQ+ pamphlets. As a crowd gathers and tensions escalate for over an hour until the religious extremists assault two people, bloodying one and injuring the other badly enough to require hospitalization.

May 2019: Five neonazis, including a police officer, are arrested in France for being in a terrorist cell, hoarding weapons and explosives and planning to attack Jewish or Muslim places of worship.

May 1, 2019: Joey Gibson and about 15 far-right supporters arrive at a bar in Portland hosting a May Day event. They proceed to pepper spray attendees, then challenge people to fight. When bar patrons rally to defend themselves Ian Kramer, one of Gibson’s group, clubs a woman over the head with a baton, knocking her unconscious and fracturing her vertebrae before the group runs away.

May 1, 2019: An Indian student studying in Rome was attacked by 5 or 6 young people while on his delivery job. They hit him with rocks and eggs while yelling racist insults. The student is nearly blinded in one eye.

May 2, 2019: Stephen “Tommy Robinson” Yaxley-Lennon and his supporters attack a group of anti-fascist women on the streets of Warrington, UK, breaking one woman’s nose.

May 2, 2019: After harassing & threatening his transgender neighbor for months, a man in Campania, Italy attacks her with a cudgel spiked with rusty nails.

May 3, 2019: 52-year-old Johnny Juica-Pena starts an argument with a Muslim man on a commuter train in Morristown, New Jersey over a bathroom and escalates to punching the Muslim man in the face while yelling racist slurs at him. Juica-Pena faces assault and hate crimes charges.

May 4, 2019: A 42-year-old Jewish man is walking down the street in Brookyn, NY when a group of men yelling antisemitic slurs rush at him. The Jewish man is called a “fucking Jew” and punched in the face before the men run off.

May 5, 2019: After decorating the outside of their Monroe, OH. home for the first night of Ramadan, the only Muslim family in an all-white neighborhood are cleaning up after breaking fast when someone fires a gun into their home. One of the bullets narrowly misses one of the daughters of the family.

May 7, 2019: An orthodox Jewish man walking down the street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn is attacked from behind by a man that runs up behind him and punches him in the head before running off.

May 7, 2019: The parents of a refugee family in Enschede, the Netherlands, are beaten with sticks in front of their children in their own home by a large group of racists. May 10, 2019: 25-year-old Jimtarius Hampton enters a Southaven, MS. Waffle House and immediately begins an argument with a 22-year-old trans woman in the restaurant with her friends. After enduring transphobic insults from Hampton, the woman tries to walk away from him. Hampton draws a firearm and shoots the woman in both legs.

May 10, 2019: After a day at school, 22-year-old Fatoumata Camara boards a Bronx bus when about a dozen passengers begin taunting her with racial, sexist, and Islamophobic slurs. When she exits the bus the group follows and attacks her, leaving her with a broken nose and head injuries before stealing her bag. NYPD arrested three of the attackers but then released them and refused to investigate further until Camara obtained surveillance footage and released it to the media.

May 11, 2019: A man steals a vehicle from a construction site in Edson, Canada, drives it through the town’s courthouse, and then gets out of the vehicle and spray-painted antisemitic graffiti inside of the courthouse.

May 11, 2019: Mena Mangal, a journalist and women’s rights advocate, is shot dead in broad daylight in Kabul, Afghanistan, while she was on her way to work. Just days before, Mangal had said she feared for her life after receiving threats.

May 12, 2019: Arsonists set fire to the Diyanet mosque in New Haven, CT., seriously damaging it.

May 12, 2019: A Vancouver man is approached by two other men who tackle him from behind and kicked him while calling him homophobic slurs.

May 12, 2019: A black man having drinks with his white wife in a bar in Volusia County, FL. is approached by three white men, who make racist and insulting remarks towards him, racist and sexually-abusive remarks to his wife, then began calling him a “nigger” and his wife “a nigger lover,” then attack the man. Warren “Randy” Stratton, Troy Noe, and Noe’s son have all been charged in the attack.

May 14, 2019: The wife of the leader of Helsingborg, Sweden’s Jewish community is stabbed nine times in an anti-Semitic attack, severely wounding her.

May 15, 2019: A 22-year-old Muslim woman boarding a Montréal subway is approached by a man who hits her in the chest and attempts to rip her niqab off of her head before running away.

May 15, 2019: A Palestinian teenager is hospitalized after being attacked by a mob of Jewish teens chanting “Death to Arabs!”

May 16, 2019: Arsonists set fire to two Jewish centers in Arlington, MA., which were also the homes of two rabbis and their families.

May 16, 2019: 52-year-old Nayeem Shah is driving cattle in his vehicle when he is intercepted by at least six people in Bhaderwah, India. The mob shoots Shah dead and seriously wounds his passenger, Zahoor Ahmed.

May 16, 2019: Two AfD council candidates in Freiburg, Germany attack two cyclists with a metal pole and pepper spray after suspecting them of belonging to local anti-fascists.

May 18, 2019: 23-year-old transgender woman Muhlaysia Booker, who was beaten in the street by a mob six weeks prior, is found shot to death on a Dallas road.

May 18, 2019: A journalist covering a Blieburg, Austria memorial service commemorating the surrender of Croatian fascists in WW2 is attacked by the participants, who spit on him, punch him, and kick him.

May 19, 2019: 29-year-old Grady Wayne Wilkes - a former paratrooper who holds Islamophobic, extreme-right political views - greets police responding to a domestic disturbance call in an Auburn, AL. trailer park wearing body armor & camouflage & begins shooting at the police, killing one and wounding two others.

May 19, 2019: An arsonist attempts to set a synagogue in the Lakeview neighborhood of Chicago on fire by hurling three Molotov cocktails at the building.

May 19, 2019: Michelle “Tamika” Washington, a 40-year-old trans woman in Philadelphia, is shot dead. Police charge 28-year-old Troy Bailey with the murder.

May 19, 2019: 27-year-old Brandyn Hernandez sends the Islamic Center of Greater Miami-Masjid Miami Gardens a series of threats of facebook, indicating that he intends to send the center on fire and “kill Muslims one by one.” Police file hate crimes & other charges against Hernandez.

May 19, 2019: Twenty seig-heiling neonazis try to attack a cultural festival in Bautzen at least three times, but are chased away each time by festival goers.

May 21, 2019: Two drunk racists in Warsaw harass and try to pick a fight with a group of non-Polish people. When they try to attack they are knocked out by one of the victims, and his friends are nice enough to put the racists in the recovery position afterwards.

May 22, 2019: An 18-year-old Muslim woman walking down the street in Lincoln, NE. is accosted by two men, who make Islamophobic remarks to her before beating her to the ground and kicking her, leaving her with injuries to her leg, forearms, and face that are treated in hospital.

May 24, 2019: Six men in Seoni, India arm themselves with clubs and attack three Muslim teens, beating them mercilessly and forcing one of the teenagers to beat his girlfriend with a club. The attackers film their assault and post it on social media.

May 24, 2019: 33-year-old Charles Patton, upon seeing a house in Soulard, MO. displaying a gay pride flag, runs up to the home screaming homophobic slurs before kicking in the front doors and telling the residents that he is “going to slit your throats!”

May 24, 2019: Neonazis of Der III. Weg are in a van on their way to put up their racist posters when they recognize some antifascists standing in a crowd of people outside of a local pub in Fürth, Germnay. The nazis drive their van into the crowd, pepperspray them and threaten people.

May 24, 2019: Attackers throw a burning torch at the mobile home of a Roma family with the intention of burning it down while the family were sleeping inside of it, in Dellmensingen, Germany.

May 25, 2019: Two gay men and a transgender woman are shot and killed in their east Detroit home; two others are injured in the attack. 18-year-old Devon Robinson is charged with the murders.

May 26, 2019: Mohammed Qasim is stopped in the street in Begusarai, India by a man and asked his name. When he answers and the man realizes he is Muslim, he produces a gun and shoots Qasim, wounding him. Qasim manages to escape with his assailant, Rajiv Yadav, is reloading his weapon. The police take Qasim to the hospital for treatment but fail to arrest Yadav for the attack.

May 26, 2019: A 25-year-old Muslim man returning home from his mosque is attacked by four men in Gurgaon, India. They demand he take off his Muslim skull cap and demand he repeat Hindu chants. When he refuses, they beat him with a baton.

May 25, 2019: Two gay men are threatened and insulted with homophobic slurs in Berlin by four men, one of whom throws cold tea on one of the victims and punching the other in the face.

May 27, 2019: As he is walking home in Morgantown, WV., Jared Rote - a black, gay man and drag performer - is assaulted from behind by three attackers. "This is what you get!“ they tell Rote as they punch and kick him. Rote is hospitalized as a result of the injuries he sustains.

May 30, 2019: An American-Palestinian student, visiting Poland to study the history of fascism in Poland in the second world war, is attacked by two men for his skin colour outside of his hotel in Wola, Poland.

May 31, 2019: A 16-year old is stabbed in the neck by a stranger who was yelling islamophobic insults at him and a friend on a tram in Bremen, Germany. The attacker fled and the victim had to be taken to hospital with non-life threatening injuries.

June 1, 2019: The body of Chynal Lindsey, a 26-year-old black trans woman, is found at the bottom of a lake in Dallas, TX. Lindsey’s body showed clear signs of a homicide.

June 2, 2019: 27-year-old Griffin Murray attacks two men on a street in San Francisco while screaming homophobic slurs at them.

June 2, 2019: Hesse, Germany politician Walter Lübcke is found shot to death in his home. Lübcke had received several death threats because of his stance in favor of immigrants. Police arrest a 45-year-old extreme right wing activist for the murder, later revealing the man was previously convicted for attempting to bomb a refugee shelter and has ties to Combat 18.

June 5, 2019: 18-year-old Jeremy Lloyd approaches a group of black teens in Hopkins Park in Dekalb, IL., calls them “niggers,” then stabs two of them. Police charge him with hate crimes.

June 6, 2019: As he is walking to work in Decatur, GA., 28-year-old Ronald Peters is confronted by a gunman who calls Peters a homophobic slur before shooting him several times, then making off with his bag. Peters dies o the scene. Police are describing the murder as a hate crime.

June 6, 2019: 23-year-old trans woman Chanel Scurlock is found dead in a filed in Lumberton, NC. after police responded to reports of shots fired in the area.

June 6, 2019: A group of men confront a woman in the parking lot of a Janesville, WI. Wal-mart, yelling racial slurs. When a bystander intervenes, one of the men - 20-year-old Anthony Kreyer - pulls a handgun and threatens both him and the woman.

June 8, 2019: A theatre in Southampton cancelled performances of a play about an LGBT couple after two members of the cast were attacked in the street.They said two actors in the company were assaulted on their way to work. “The assailants verbally abused them and threw stones from their car window, one of which struck an actor in the face. They have sustained only minor injuries but are hugely shaken from this cowardly, homophobic hate crime”.

June 9, 2019: A 22-year old man tries multiple times to drive his car into a group of people in front of a club in Niklasdorf, Austria, after having yelled that all foreigners should die. SOURCE:

June 9, 2019: A rabbi in Rosario, Argentina, was attacked Sunday night by three men. The men shouted anti-Semitic epithets before removing the rabbi’s hat and trampling it on the ground, then beating the rabbi, who was walking alone. The attack was stopped when passersby intervened.

June 10, 2019: Police arrest 23-year-old Ross Anthony Farca at his mother’s Concord, CA. home after Farca posted online threats to commit a mass murder at an area synagogue. Police seized an assault rifle with 13 magazines, a three-foot sword, ammunition, and books about Hitler and nazis.

June 11, 2019: 20-year-old Tyler Cruse arrives at the home of an elderly HIspanic man in Grand Island, NE. and tries to smash the door in. When the man wakes up and goes around the house to ask what Cruse wants, Cruse brutally assaults him while yelling racial slurs and telling the man that he is not American and does not belong in America.

June 13, 2019: Anti-fascist Yannis Youlountas was hospitalised after he was attacked in Piraeus, Greece, by a group of ten Nazis because he was wearing a T-shirt of Free Social Space Favela.

June 14, 2019: Fort Myers, FL. police raid the home of 40-year-old Joshua John Leff after being tipped off that Leff had made multiple social media posts admonishing his followers to take up arms and murder gay people, Jews, and African-Americans. Police seize handguns and ammunition and charge Leff with several offenses.

June 15, 2019: Christian extremists and white supremacists confront attendees at a Pride event in a city park in Hamilton, Ontario, abusing them with homophobic slurs before attacking them, triggering a massive brawl as event attendees successfully defended themselves. June 15, 2019: Seven LGBTQ+ teens leaving the Pride parade at Stoke-on-Trent, UK are pursued by a larger mob of about a dozen people shouting homophobic slurs. The teens try to flee in a taxi, but the mob run after and catch up to the taxi, pull the doors open, and begin punching and kicking the passengers.

June 15, 2019: A man parks his car in front of a Washington, DC community center for transgender people, pulls out a gun and threatened some of the transgender youths staying there. June 15, 2019: 46-year-old Darrell Lee Abbott interrupts a conversation between two strangers on an Iowa City street, telling one of the men "I'm a killer," "I'm gonna show you I'm a killer," and "I'll kill you nigger." He then walks home and retrieves a large metal pipe, telling his mother “I’m going to kill me a nigger” as he leaves, returning to the two men and beating one of them with the pipe.

June 15, 2019: Two men in a white Lexus drive through a Brooklyn neighborhood. When they an orthodox Jewish person walking down the street, the passenger gets out and knocks them to the ground before jumping in the car and driving away. This pattern is repeated up to nine times that night.

June 16, 2019: A gay couple walking along Washington DC’s U-Street corridor are attacked by a mob of at least ten men, shouting homophobic slurs at them and beating them, injuring both men.

June 17, 2019: 22-year-old Brian Clyde, who had previously posted on social media endorsing the “libertarian national socialist green party,” arrives in downtown Dallas wearing a mask & body armor and begins firing at people in a federal courthouse with an assault rifle before being shot and killed by Dallas police.

June 17, 2019: A man yelling racial slurs at another man in Minneapolis, MN. pulls a knife and stabs his victim, seriously wounding him.

June 18, 2019: Michal Szewczuk, 19, from Leeds, and Oskar Dunn-Koczorowski, 18, from west London are sentenced for terrorism offenses after running an online propaganda campaign under the group name Sonnenkrieg Division to encourage others to commit violent hate crimes against “race traitors,” Jews, racialized people, women, and babies.

June 18, 2019: 49-year-old Missouri resident Edward Terry is charged with making terrorist threats after emailing the Pride St. Louis organization and threatening to “come to pride fest with my guns to kill every gay person I can before I kill myself.”

June 19, 2019: A Christian church in Renton, WA. is bombed in the second attack in one week, after putting up a display in celebration of Pride month. The culprits left a homophobic message spray-painted on the church. June 19, 2019: After complaining to her son's school principal about him being racially taunts and told to "go back to Mexico" by other students at his Planfield, NJ school, 35-year-old mother Beronica Ruiz is attacked one of those students as she walks down the street with her two children. She is beaten unconscious and hospitalized for two days.

June 19, 2019: 59-year-old St. Paul, MN. resident Steven C. Parker walks out of a Walgreen’s yelling racist slurs at the manager after being accused of shoplifting, then returning with a second man and assaulting the manager. Minutes later, Parker approaches a man sitting on some steps, demands to know if he is “from the USA,” asks him “what are you doing in my country?” and then punches him several times in the face, fracturing his face in several places.

June 19, 2019: A 22-year old asylum seeker from Mauritania leaves his Penzlin, Germany home and is immediately insulted and threatened by two men because of his background, police said. According to the asylum seeker, he was told to go back to his country and called racial slurs. The man also told the police that the attackers threatened to kill him. When the victim ignored them, one of the racists tried to assault him. The victim defended himself by beating the man with his bike lock, after which he ran away and alerted the police.

June 19, 2019: A Jewish-American tourist in Berlin was attacked and injured in an anti-Semitic attack, Berlin police said Wednesday. Police said the tourist filed a complaint after three men split off from a group of 10 people and started harassing him and asked if he was Jewish. When he replied yes, the men attacked him. June 20, 2019: A Muslim schoolteacher traveling by train to Hooghly, India is confronted by a group of men in his train carriage who demand that he recite Hindu chants. When he refuses, they beat him and push him off of the moving train. The schoolteacher, Hafeez Mohd Sahrukh Haldar, escapes death but is injury in the attack & fall from the train. June 22, 2019: Two men walking in Liverpool are approached by three teenagers who shout homophobic slurs at them before stabbing both of them.

June 22, 2019: Brandon Killian and Devan Johnson brutally beat a 36-year-old black man outside of a bar in Shawnee, OK., in what police are describing as a hate crime. Their victim suffered brain damage and an injured eye socket as a result of the attack.

June 26, 2019: Three members of neonazi group Shieldwall are arrested after placing fake ad on Grindr and luring a gay man out to their rural Arkansas home where they assaulted him and vandalized his car. The 3 had planned to go to Knoxville Pride and were using this to warm up on beating up gay men. June 27, 2019: When 25-year-old cab driver Faizal Usman Khan's taxi breaks down in Kharsawan, India, three men on a motor scooter come upon him and start abusing him with Islamophobic slurs and demand that he recite Hindu chants. When he refuses, they drag him out of his vehicle and beat him unconscious. June 27, 2019: A hijab-wearing Muslim woman visiting an amusement park in Toronto is confronting by four people who tell her to tell her to “go back to her country” before punching and kicking her and tearing her hijab off.

June 27, 2019: Two people, including the Imam, were wounded in front of the Pontanezen mosque in Brest, France, on Thursday after a man opened fire at the mosque. The shooter was later found dead, after having committed suicide.

June 28, 2019: After they ask him for a cigarette near his house in Vilnius, Lithuania, a group of youths starts homophobically insulting a gay man, who ignores them and leaves. When he later returns with a friend the youths insult and attack him. Police arrive but decide not to arrest any of the youths. June 29, 2019: An “irate” Paula Custodio and an unnamed man approach two transgender women in Queens, NY. and attack both women with pepper spray, hospitalizing one of them.

June 29, 2019: A 17-year-old was kicked, stamped on and punched with brass knuckles by ten thugs who had been shouting homophobic abuse at his friend in Rotherham, UK.

June 29, 2019: Maya, a 19-year-old transgender woman had left home and was living with friends in the city of Peshawar, Pakistan. Her family attempted to bring her home on Saturday. Maya’s friends, concerned for her safety, contacted the police. But the officers allowed family members to take Maya home to the city of Nowshera. Maya’s bullet-ridden body was discovered just hours later, on Saturday night, beside a river bank in Nowshera.

June 30, 2019: After he sends threatening letters to property owners in his neighborhood threatening to shoot any visible minorities that move in, police raid the Sun Luis Obispo home of 62-year-old Richard Orcutt, seize three dozen firearms and thousands of rounds of ammunition, and charge him with hate crimes.

July 1, 2019: Three fascists racially insult a black stranger who walked past them in Hannover, Germany, after which one of the men made his dog attack the man, who was bitten in the leg.

July 3, 2019: A 28-year-old man and woman aged 25, suspected of planning a terror attack on London Pride have been arrested by police in Luton, UK. They were planning a crude strike with a car and knives at the mass rally.

July 4, 2019: 17-year-old Elijah Al-Amin enters a Peoria, AZ. convenience store & is followed inside by 27-year-old Michael Paul Adams, who approaches the teen from behind, stabs him with a pocketknife and slits the boy’s throat. Adams tells arresting officers he murdered the teen because he “felt threatened by the music” Al-Amin was playing in his car; that rap music makes him feel "unsafe;" and that people who listen to rap music are a threat to him and the community.”

July 4, 2019: An 18-year-old woman isn "beaten black and blue" in a homophobic attack in a street in Hull, UK. The teenager was attacked by two women she thought were her friends. "Because she is gay they called her a 'f****** lesbian, you and your girlfriend are going to get it 10 times worse next time'.

July 4, 2019: 40-year-old Santa Ana, CA. resident Joe Martin Rodirguez threatens his two gay roommates with a knife and a handgun after making homophobic remarks.

July 4, 2019: A Somali woman in a park in Spicer, MN. for Fourth of July celebrations is accosted by a man demanding she answer his questions about her religion and her hijab who then pepper sprays her and runs away. Minutes later, the same individual pepper sprays a woman supervising a group of adult with developmental disabilities.

July 5, 2019: A group of fascists attacked visitors of a bar in Nantes, France with batons, pepper spray and a smoke bomb, looking for antifascists. Several people had to be treated because of the pepper spray. Eight fascists were arrested.

July 6, 2019: Demetris Nelson uses Grindr to meet up with two gay men in Detroit. He shoots both of them, killing 31-year-old Brian Anderson and critically wounding 26-year-old Malcolm Drake. Nelson faces hate crime, murder, and attempted murder charges.

July 6, 2019: William Lamb is having drinks in a Hillsboro, ND. bar with his husband when a group of patrons harass them with homophobic slurs. When Lamb steps outside of the bar to smoke, one of the homophobes follows him outside and beats him unconscious, shattering his ankle and breaking his nose and some of his teeth in the process. Lamb has to undergo surgery to repair the damage done.

July 6, 2019: 27-year-old Johnathan Hall is at a nightclub in Kamloops, Canada when two men confront him, calling him “nigger” and “darkie.” When Hall’s friend attempts to defuse the situation, the two men attack, throwing Hall to the ground and kicking him repeatedly in his head.

July 7, 2019: A lesbian couple walking down the street in Long Island, NY are sexually harassed by a group of men, one of whom swiftly escalates the situation by assaulting one of the women, who is taken to hospital to be treated for the resulting injuries. July 9, 2019: Self-proclaimed “white power skinhead” Justin Indiveri encounters a protest against ICE in downtown Portland, OR. Indiveri confronts the protestors, pulls out a knife, and repeatedly threatens to stab them. Indiveri has previous convictions for arson and domestic battery.

July 18, 2019: A 62-year-old Hindu priest iswalking near his temple in Queens, NY when a man approaches him from behind, screaming “this is my neighborhood!” and beats him, hospitalizing him.

#antifa international #antifascist #antifascism #terrorism #terrorist #violence #fascist #fascism #bigotry #hate crimes

11 notes · View notes