#W Hollywood Hotel

[pinksturniolo]

Biggest Fan: Part One

Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Summary: The one in which a fan gets rear ended in a car accident by none other than Christopher Sturniolo during her stay in Los Angeles.

A/N: This is my first series I will be publishing on here! There will most likely be 3 or 4 parts. I hope you like it and I’m really excited to share with you all. :)

Content Warnings: smutty smut, oral receiving/giving, penetration, slight degradation, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, swearing, brief mentions of blood, head injuries, mentions of a car accident

side note: there is no smut in this part, but it will be coming soon I promise! ;) It's pretty long because this is part of a series so I like to develop the plot and use a lot of dialogue, but I will be doing shorter stories, like one shots in the future as well! enjoy <3

word count: 3,076 😮‍💨

I was inspired by this song:

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Summer 2023

Your toes sink into the sand, the warmth of the sun beaming down on your skin, as you take a cold sip of the cheap wine cooler you bought before you came to the beach. You and two of your closest friends from college decided on a whim to take a road trip from your hometown to Los Angeles, California. You all had the next week off for summer break and getting drunk and sunburnt on the West Coast sounded like a pretty great idea. You watched dozens of people walk along the coastline, several enjoying the water and others playing in the sand, some groups playing volleyball. You can’t remember the last time you went to the beach or even on a vacation. The last two years, you have been completely immersed in your studies, barely having time to relax, let alone have any time to yourself.

Los Angeles was the perfect getaway. Tonight, you had all agreed to splurge and go out to eat at a restaurant in Hollywood, just to get the full experience. Maybe even spot a celebrity or two. Your mind briefly thought of the idea of running into the Sturniolo Triplets, who you were obsessed with recently (which your friends were painfully aware of). But of course, that was delusional and the odds of seeing them were one in a million.

After a couple hours of enjoying the sun and sand, you headed back to your hotel to get ready for dinner. You chose to wear a pair of cute mom jeans, a tube top and cardigan, and a nice pair of sneakers. You didn’t want to dress up too much as you already felt tired from the beach and planned on crashing out in your bed right after dinner. You all went to eat at a gorgeous Italian restaurant, thoroughly enjoying the night, laughing and talking over good food and wine.

Once you got back to the hotel, you told your friends goodnight and went to your separate room, immediately hopping in the shower and changing into a comfortable pair of flannel pajama shorts and an old band t-shirt. You had talked about going out to a club or bar but you felt exhausted. This was your first day of vacation and already you had been stressing about your classes. Your friends forced you to leave your computer at home so that you weren’t tempted to do some extra credit for your school work. Sometimes you found it hard to just relax and take a break. You were trying to learn to simply live in the moment and stop thinking so hard about what to do next. Still, your mind raced as you lay in bed, attempting to sleep. Rain pelted the window of your room as it started to storm outside. You loved when it rained, the calming sound of thunder and raindrops on the roof usually coaxed you to sleep quickly. But tonight, you couldn’t stop tossing and turning. You were wide awake. You had the sudden urge to get up and do something – anything – to entertain you that hopefully would tire you out enough to finally go to sleep.

You got out of bed and slipped on your converse, not bothering to change your pajamas. You had decided to just go to the drive through and get an ice cream. A midnight snack would be just the thing you needed.

These were the events that had led up to you now in your car halfway down the street from the Wendy’s you stopped at, vanilla frosty in your hand, the other hand on the steering wheel as you stopped at a red light. The radio played softly as you ate your ice cream, streetlights illuminating the dark streets. There were only a few people on the road being that it was nearly one in the morning. The palm trees swayed slightly with the breeze, rain still coming down although not as hard as before. This is nice, you thought. This is my vacation. There is no time for stress. Once I get back to my room, I’ll get some rest. Tomorrow, me and the girls will go out sightseeing. Maybe even go to the–

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang behind you as you felt your body jolt forward harshly, you frosty dropping out of your hand, vanilla soft serve spilling all over your lap and steering wheel. Your air bag went off, a piece snapping painfully against your forehead. It happened so quickly you barely had time to register it. After a good thirty seconds, you realized you had just been rear ended. Great. You thought. This is the last thing I needed. You looked out of your rear-view mirror to see a Kia attached to your bumper. The culprit, from what you could see through the tinted window, looked to be a boy around your age with long brown hair. You sighed in frustration, leaning your head back against the headrest. You hated confrontation, especially in situations like these. Not to mention you’d have to file this with insurance and that was another headache in itself. Reluctantly, you opened your door, stepping out into the wet street.

Fuck. You didn’t have an umbrella with you. Talk about the fucking cherry on top. Luckily the rain had significantly got lighter than earlier, and it wasn’t thunder and lightning anymore. You closed the door, walking towards the other car but stopped dead in your tracks once you recognized the person that had crashed into you.

There was absolutely no way. Had you actually fallen asleep in your hotel room and were currently dreaming? Because there was just no way that you were standing in the middle of the street, rain currently soaking through your pajamas which were also sticky with ice cream, staring at Christopher Sturniolo who had rear ended your car. Who also happened to be in a yelling match with Matt and Nick at the current moment. You had to be dreaming.

Your feet were frozen to the ground as you stood there, physically unable to move. How does one even go about approaching them? Oh, hey funny to see you guys here. I know you just crashed into my car but don’t worry about it. I’ll just be on my way back to the comfort of my bed so I can completely avoid this insane situation and also avoid making a complete idiot of myself….

“Chris, are you fucking serious?!”

“This is the last time I ever let you drive, you’re obviously incapable.”

“Will both of you shut the fuck up! I can’t find my phone; I think it went under the seat.”

“Oh, you can’t be serious. He just hit another car and the kid is worried about his phone.”

“I’d be more worried about the insurance and how much we’re gonna have to pay for this!!”

“Oh my God! I said shut the fu-“

They didn’t seem to even notice you, too caught up in their bickering as you had slowly walked closer, your voice quiet and timid.

“Uh, hey… Don’t worry about insurance or anything. If you don’t wanna claim it, I’m cool with that.”

You interrupted, trying to hide your visibly shaking hands and crossing your arms.

All three boys halted their conversation, turning to look at you with wide eyes as if they almost forgot there was another human being inside the car they had just hit.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Excuse my brother, he actually has half a brain and apparently the inability to drive.” Nick said, an apologetic look on his face and then turning to glare at Chris.

Chris glared back at him, finally finding his phone from underneath the seat. He made eye contact with you, his glare turning into a sheepish look. He ran a hand through his hair, his mouth opening to speak to you, but Matt stepped in front, approaching you.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m actually the one who owns this car and I have great insurance so I promise it will all be taken care of.” He says, with a nice smile. You smile back politely, still holding onto your arms and trying not to freak out at the fact you’re actually conversing with these people right now.

“Are you sure? I mean, the damage isn’t that bad. I wont mind just forgetting this happened and calling it a night.” You laugh nervously, glancing at the busted bumper on your car. In all honesty, it actually wasn’t too bad. You would need a new bumper for sure, which might put a dent in your wallet but at the current moment you wanted nothing but to get the fuck out of there.

“No way! It wouldn’t feel right if we just walked away from this. Matt will get all the details and take care of it.” Nick chimed in, an identical smile to Matt’s on his face that made you feel just a little more comfortable.

Meanwhile Chris leaned up against the car, unusually quiet and with a look of stress over his features, stealing glances at you every now and them. He definitely felt guilty for causing the accident and he knew he would never hear the end of it from his brothers. He stared at his shoes and tucked his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, waiting while you exchanged information with Matt.

You typed your insurance information into Matt’s phone handing it back, while he handed you yours. You suddenly felt a twinge of pain on your forehead and winced, reaching up to touch it. It was then that you noticed there was about a 2-inch gash from the airbag snapping in your face. It didn’t feel too deep, but it hurt. Matt and Nick both noticed and Nick instinctively reached out to grab your arm. “Are you okay? It looks like its bleeding.” He said in concern. Chris then snapped his head up, his attention fully on you now. He walked over to Nick and Matt, a look of pure terror on his face as he stared at the cut on your head.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve had worse, I promise. I just need to get back to my hotel and clean it up.” You say reassuringly. But they were not buying it.

“Are you sure? Maybe we should call an ambulance? I really don’t want anything bad to happen.” Chris says.

“An ambulance? Don’t be dramatic, Chris. Maybe she just needs to sit down for a while.” Matt responds quickly. He looks at you like you’re an injured puppy, concern filling his eyes.

“Yeah, I agree. Let’s have her sit in the car for a bit. It’s not helping that we’re also standing in the rain like idiots.” Nick quips, guiding you to the back seat of their car.

You laugh nervously again, taking a seat. They crowd around you, looking at you like you might fall dead to the ground.

“Look, I really appreciate that you guys are being so helpful. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m freezing right now, my clothes are wet, and I just wanna get back to my hotel and go to sleep. Also, no offense, but I know you guys from your YouTube videos and this is a very awkward situation for me.” The words spill out in a rush, and you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“Oh! I’m such an idiot. Here, take my hoodie. I have an extra one in the back.” Chris says, seeming to completely ignore the fact that you admitted you knew who they were and reaches around you to grab his dry hoodie from the back seat. He hands it to you, and you hesitantly take it, your eyebrows raised in confusion at his nonchalant response. “So you can at least warm up a little.” He smiles, trying to make you feel more comfortable. You do nothing but grip onto the soft hoodie and look over at Matt and Nick who also seem to not care a thing about what you just said. Matt says, “I’ll go look at your car if you don’t mind and make sure its safe for you to drive and then once you warm up, you’ll be free to go!”

He makes his way towards your car and Nick climbs in on the other side of the back seat next to you. “Sorry again for everything. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t how you expected your night to go.” He says. You then find yourself genuinely laughing for the first time tonight and start to pull the hoodie on, grateful to feel something warm over your wet clothes. “Yeah, definitely not what I expected.” Chris climbs into the passenger seat, turning back to look at you. “This is where I normally sit.” He states with a cheeky grin and you giggle, feeling a slight blush creep onto your face. He really was just as attractive in person, if not more, you realize as your nerves slightly settle down. “But I guess you already knew that.” He adds, his grin turning into a smirk. “Yeah and it’s gonna stay that way, you idiot.” Nick interrupts, making you erupt into more giggles as Chris’ smirk turns into a glare. “Shut up.” He mumbles, turning back around in his seat as Matt walks back towards their car, opening the driver door and getting in. He has a serious look on his face now, turning to look at you in the back seat.

“So… there’s an issue. It looks like Chris’ dumbass rear ended you so hard that your rear tire is flat. And I really doubt any tow truck is going to come at this time of night. Even if it does, it will take a while. And I wouldn’t feel safe letting you go alone. It looks like the best option is to drop you off myself at your hotel and have them tow your car in the morning. We can push it to the side of the road so there’s no issues.” Matt says, your heart sinking and you lay your head in your hands in frustration before he even finishes his sentence. Nick frowns and sighs, putting another reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry. We’ll pay for all of it, I swear.” He says. You look at him with a smile and turn to Matt, ready to just agree with him so you can be done with this night already before Chris interrupts you. “Why don’t we just take her to the house? It’s literally 5 minutes from here and we don’t know how serious her head injury is.” He suggests.

Chris knows this is a crazy suggestion. First of all, you’re a fan, and you just met not even 30 minutes ago. You could be a psycho killer for all he knows. But Chris likes to believe that he has a strong intuition, especially when it comes to people and he just knows you’re not the type. To be quite honest, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since he first saw you. Even with the rain completely drenching you and what looked like to be some sort of frozen dessert staining the front of your shirt and shorts, he thought you were beautiful. He already felt horrible for fucking up your car and causing you bodily harm. The least he could do was take you to his house and attend to your wounds. Only to make sure you didn’t drop dead on some random hotel carpet. Right?

Everyone looks at him like he has three heads. His brothers exchange concerning glances, awkward silence filling the car. Since when did he just invite random strangers into his house?

“Uhh.. Are you sure? I mean, how do you feel about that..?” Matt asks, looking at you with hesitation. You didn’t respond just yet, still adjusting to the fact Chris Sturniolo is voluntarily inviting you to their home.

“I don’t know…. I think I agree with Chris. I don’t wanna be responsible if you go back to your hotel alone and end up with a concussion or something. No offense.” Nick adds, shrugging his shoulders.

You scoff, extremely surprised at the fact that they’ve taken it this far. “No no no, look. You three have been really nice to me over this whole thing, but its just a little cut. I promise I’ll be fine. My hotel isn’t that far either. I don’t want to intrude and-“

Chris suddenly reaches out and lightly touches your forehead, blood still trickling out and starting to run down the side of your head. You wince in pain and recoil from his touch, your head starting to throb. “See? It’s not just a little cut, is it? You’re actively bleeding, and it obviously hurts. I know you’re just being modest, but I promise I just – we just- want to make sure you’re okay.” He says, his eyes trailing down your face, admiring it briefly, his fingertips ghosting over your jaw before he pulls his hand back. You remain frozen in your seat, butterflies swarming in your lower abdomen from the light touch he left on your face. “Unless you really do feel uncomfortable, then I understand. We can take you to the hotel. But like Nick said, we just don’t want anything bad to happen.” He added softly, turning back around, raking a hand through his hair. Nick and Matt exchange looks again, noticing the obvious tension.

You take in a deep breath and pull Chris’ hoodie tighter around you. “Fine. I guess I see your point. You can take me to your house but once I get this stupid cut on my head cleaned up, I’ll call my friend to come pick me up.” You finally say, buckling your seat belt. You can’t help but notice a small, smug smirk on Chris’ face through the passenger side mirror.

Once they pushed your car to the side of the road, Matt takes off with you in the backseat, your head leaned against the window.

I must be dreaming right? I’m definitely in my bed right now and this is not happening. You think to yourself, the intoxicating smell of Dior Sauvage cologne filling your nose, as you press the sleeve of Chris’ hoodie to the throbbing wound on your head.

[starcrossedxwriter]

Built for Love Part 4 (MBJ x Black Famous OC

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence/physical violence

“Stop fidgeting, girl. Damn,” Lauren grabbed Charlotte’s hands as her team finished getting her into her dress. 

Charlotte’s eyes clenched shut. “Sorry, sorry! I’m just freaking the fuck out.”

“Relax, sis. This is super low stakes. Just be charming and yourself,” Law, her stylist, reminded her as he examined her look. “Alright, she’s ready.” 

Charlotte glanced over to herself in the mirror and smiled. “You did it again, Law. This is perfect. You really got the old Hollywood glam mood perfectly.” 

He shrugged and smiled. “I know your aesthetic. And it’ll compliment Michael’s look. I talked to his stylist the other day. Perfect teaser for the press tour in the fall. You two will be everyone’s favorite movie couple when it’s all said and done.” 

Charlotte merely smiled awkwardly and nodded, a nauseating feeling overcoming her. Her hand pressed into her stomach, the detailing on her tight gown digging into her palm as she took a few deep breaths. As the realization that she was mere minutes away from seeing Michael settled in, her breathing became shallow and her heart started to beat loudly in her ears, drowning out the other sounds of her hotel room.

“Hey y’all,” Lo called out, getting everyone’s attention. “Can I just have two minutes with her before y’all do pictures?” 

Everyone filed out, giving Charlotte a moment alone. Lauren rubbed her shoulders. 

“I-I can’t do this… H-He probably hates me. W-what if he hates me?” Her words were frantic and frenzied as she spoke to her best friend.

“Baby girl, look at me,” she followed Charlotte’s eyes until they were on hers, which were filled with sympathy and love. “No one who has ever met you has hated you, I can promise you that. You’re amazing. It’s gonna be ok. You are strong, you are fearless. You can and have faced the unimaginable. So this is a piece of cake. I know you're a bad bitch… he knows you're a bad bitch. Hell, you're the only one who doesn't girl,” she laughed, causing Charlotte’s frown to turn into a small smile. “Say it back to me.” 

Charlotte rolled her eyes and chuckled nervously, her voice still tight. “I’m not gonna say that, Lo.” 

“You aren’t leaving this room till you say it so let’s get to it, bitch. I have date night, I don't have allllllll day.” 

“I’m a bad bitch.” 

“That was pathetic. Again!” 

“I’m a bad bitch!” Charlotte yelled out, laughing with her friend and immediately feeling some of the tension leave her body. 

Lauren squeezed both of her hands before wrapping her in a hug. “Now just believe that and you got this. You know how you feel about him and how he feels about you. Trust that and go get that fine ass man, ok?” 

Charlotte sighed and smiled. “What would I do without you, Lo?” 

“Be a lot more miserable,” she winked at her before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “Gotta go meet your brother. Have lots of fun and we'll see you tomorrow to hear all about it.” 

“Will do.” She paused for a moment as Lauren grabbed her purse and walked toward the door. “Hey Lauren!” Her friend turned and glanced back at her. “Thank you.” 

Lauren’s face twisted up in confusion for a moment. “For what?” 

Charlotte shrugged. “Just for… being you. If you weren’t married to my brother, I would’ve snagged you up.” 

“Girl, you tryin’ to run to Vegas? I’ll drop him for you in a minute.” She winked at her and offered her one final nod of encouragement before she exited, allowing Charlotte’s team to reenter. 

They made quick work of her pre-event photos before ushering her into the car to drive to the venue. Charlotte focused on the music filling her ears, quietly singing along in the backseat with her eyes closed. Music was her respite and her opportunity to get lost in something other than her cluttered mind. 

“Ok we are two minutes out. Mike just arrived so he is gonna hang back so you can walk the carpet together,” her agent muttered. 

Charlotte nodded, taking her headphones out and handing her phone to Tamika since she could not walk down the carpet with it. 

“Gonna take photos for a bit, one interview and then you’ll go to your seats. Ok?” 

“Sounds good.” 

She took a couple of deep breathes, silently chatting Lauren’s mantra before her car door opened. It took a few moments of maneuvering and help to get her out of the car in her form-fitting dress and stilettos. She looked like a knock out, but she was still getting used to high-profile events and clothes that sacrificed functionality for fashion.

She took a moment to steady herself on her feet before starting to walk toward the edge of the carpet where Michael waited. His back was to her but she would recognize that silhouette anywhere. She kept her eyes trained on other targets as she moved closer and closer to him, her heart rate beating faster and faster with every step she took. 

She continued to repeat Lauren’s words in her head but with each round, they were drowned out by doubt and fear as she came face to face with him for the first time in months. 

However, as if the universe was destined to make this the worst night of her life, just as she got close to Michael, her impossibly tall heels caught a snag in the carpet. Charlotte let out a yelp as she felt herself hurling face first toward the hard concrete. 

“Shit!” She panicked realizing there was no one and nothing to grab to break her fall.

However, before she could face plant in front of a row of journalists and photographers, she fell directly into two strong arms and against a familiar hard chest. 

Her hand went to her heart as she let out a few breaths from the shock. 

“You good?” His voice filled her ears, forcing her eyes up to his for the first time in months. 

She almost could not speak as she savored the moment in his arms, she had missed this simple pleasure so much. 

“Y-yea, y-yea I’m good. Thanks… that w-was about to be the most embarrassing moment of my career.” 

Michael’s hands stayed on her as he helped her get settled back on her feet. They settled on her hips for a moment as they stared at each other, so many months of unspoken words passing between them. She watched him intently as reality seemed to catch up with him and he quickly moved his hands off of her, his fingers going to awkwardly tug at his tuxedo jacket. 

Not that it needed any adjustment, he looked perfect. 

“I-I didn’t forget you were clumsy as hell,” he joked, easing the nervous tension that seemed to fill the air around them. 

Charlotte’s heart swelled a bit. She was not sure if she could count that as a good sign, that they could still joke with each other, but she decided to. It was the small bout of courage she needed to keep going with her plan. 

“Good thing I have you to steady me the rest of the way?” She asked quietly, her own attempt to see if they were ok. 

She was thankful and let out a small sigh of relief when he held out his arm for her to wrap hers around. 

“Always.” 

It took the length of the red carpet for the pair to fall back into the familiar patterns Michael had told himself he would resist. Though he had not closed the door yet, he was also set in his resolve to not fall too deeply back in love with her. He was reluctant to admit it but she had broken his heart and he was not keen on letting her close enough to do it twice. So he decided that he was just going to let it be and see if she would come to him. 

But once he was in her presence again, it was as if his heart lost all sense of self preservation and sent him dovetailing involuntarily off a cliff into the oasis of her yet again. Every part of her drew him in again, her soft smile, gentleness, humor, her endless charisma with a hint of awkwardness that reminded everyone know she was down to earth, her insanely humble attitude despite being the most talented and beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on, and the way she managed to command a room's attention without trying at all. She was the personification of an enticing and thrilling adventure his soul desperately wanted to be part of. Within mere minutes, she had tied and twisted him back up in her web and he did not even think she noticed or intended to do so. 

Though they were seated next to each other at dinner, they could only share random comments and snickers as the program took up most of the night. It was not until the program concluded with the premiere of the Creed trailer that they had a moment to actually speak. 

Michael made a beeline toward Charlotte who was waiting for another drink at the bar. 

“You made me look pretty good out there,” he offered as he leaned against the bar. 

Charlotte threw him a smile as she caught the attention of the bartender. 

“Glad I could help. Having you on my arm might’ve upgraded my look a bit too, I guess,” she winked. The bartender handed her a glass of champagne. “Best rum you have on the rocks for him, please.” 

Michael masked the look of genuine surprise that she knew rum was his favorite liquor. But he supposed he was not the only observant one. 

“So superstar! Ready to be the next cultural phenomenon, Creed?” She jokingly put her small fists up and gave him a fake one-two jab, which he artfully and playfully dodged. 

“You saying I’m not already??” He forced a look of playful faux offense on his face causing Charlotte to laugh. Michael couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face at the sound of her laughter, something he had sorely missed over the last few months. She was a person that laughed with her whole being, it was infectious and lit up the room.  

“My bad, my bad. THE Michael B Jordan is already a cultural icon.” She leaned against the bar. The light taps of her nails could not be heard over the music and conversation as they stood together but Michael noticed. She did that all the time when she was nervous or excited, as if the small movement could release some of that energy. “The trailer looked amazing though, seriously. This shit… it’s gonna be a game changer for you.” 

“You’re in it too, remember? Gonna be a game changer for both of us. I can feel it.” He inched closer to her as they talked, the soft fabric of his tux brushing lightly against her arm. “If I get six of these movies, you gotta be in every single one.” 

Charlotte raised her eyebrow and took a sip of her drink while her other hand went to the corner of his bowtie to gently fix it as it had gotten crooked. Michael watched her as she intently fixed his suit, her eyes intense and focused on her task.

When she was done, her hand fell against the lapel of his tuxedo jacket and rested there on his chest. It was as if she had not even thought about what she was doing. 

“You sure about that? Probably get sick of me after three movies,” she joked.  

His hand gently grabbed her other hand, which rested next to her drink on the bar, every movement they shared as thoughtless, natural and needed as breathing.

In that moment, she could see in his eyes and feel in his touch everything he said that night that she denied. She could hear every word playing over and over in her head like a movie. Only this time, she only heard him, she didn’t hear Shaun. It was there, clear as day: his love, his adoration, his desire… all directed at her even now after she had pushed him away. It was still there and it was overwhelming. And it still terrified her. But for the first time, Charlotte did not want to run away or hide from it, she wanted to bask in it. She wanted to be loved by him in every way possible.

He held her gaze there for a moment, her breath hiking slightly.

“I don’t see that happenin’.” 

Charlotte felt a wave of deja-vu falling over her as his lips started to come closer to hers. However, as quickly as the moment started, it was gone. Something seemed to click in Bakari’s mind and he immediately straightened up and took his hands off her and took a step back from her, a look of frustration and anger painted across his youthful features. He coughed before taking a huge gulp of his drink. 

“E-excuse me,” he muttered before disappearing into the crowd.

Payback’s a bitch, Charlotte thought to herself as she realized this was exactly how she left him, bewildered and alone. However, now it was her turn to be persistent. She quickly raced after him out of the ballroom, weaving between drunk directors and actors until she found him sulking away in a quiet hallway. 

“Bakari! Stop walking!” She called after him, her stilettos slowing her down but she refused to stop.

Michael only decided to stop because that refrain was so familiar. And despite the petty side of him wanting his feet to keep moving, his common sense had no power of his limbs… only his heart did. And his heart wanted to stop for her because as much as he wanted to deny it, his love for her had not diminished one iota since he saw her last, it had only grown stronger. 

She could not stop the surprised look on her face when he actually turned around. 

“O-Oh I didn’t think you’d stop,” she whispered more to herself than him, causing him to laugh a bit. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

“Y-yea yea, I j-just figured you were too upset to actually listen? But th-this is great. I wasn’t gonna make it much further without falling in these shoes anyway. You know I don’t know why they make me wear these, they’re fucking miserable and not even functional a-” she stopped herself, her lips forming a slight o at his expression. “I’m rambling aren’t I? About something that’s totally irrelevant. You d-don’t care about my shoes.” 

If the moment had not been so serious and he had not been so frustrated at himself, he would have laughed. He loved how she rambled and went off on tangents, her awkwardness making her all the more cute and endearing to him. 

“W-what’s wrong?” She asked. “D-did I do something?” 

He paced back and forth in the hallway. “I just swore I wouldn’t do this shit again. Said I was gonna let you come to me, not put myself out there again for you to push me away. But here I am… falling for you all over again.” 

She could hear the frustration in his voice. Her eyes clenched shut as she took a tentative step toward him, her hands wringing together as she spoke.

“W-what if this is me coming to you?” She whispered, her voice as shaky and unsure as she felt. 

Michael stopped pacing, worried his ears did not hear her correctly. 

“What?” 

“I-I don’t b-blame you for wanting to keep me at an arm’s length. I-I hurt you and I’m sorry for that. T-that night you asked me to be honest with you. And I couldn’t and I’m sorry for that too. I-I’m sorry for everything. But the truth is,” she let out a deep breath as she decided to release feelings from a cage buried so deep in her soul, she had only come to terms with them days ago herself. She had never been this vulnerable with a man in her life. Michael was uncharted territory but he was worth it. Her family was right, she could not keep allowing good things to pass her by because she was scared. She could not merely survive day to day, she had to live or she escaped Shaun and a life of pain for nothing. 

“I pushed you away because… I was and still am f-fucking terrified,” her last word cracked slightly as her emotions got the better of her. The tightness in her throat felt unbearable as she fought to get that last word out. She noticed his eyes soften slightly as that word landed on his ears. Somehow, that felt like permission to continue, that he was truly willing to listen. And despite how hard it was to share, she was ready to let her guard down and let someone in.  

“N-Not of you… but of this a-and what we could be. My last relationship… he d-destroyed me, broke parts of me t-that will never heal, not fully anyway. A-and w-when I finally left him, I worked really hard,” she wiped away a stray tear. “I worked really f-fucking hard to put the pieces back together and, you know, put one foot in front of the other. A-and I vowed never to let someone hurt me like that again because I don’t think I could s-survive it. A-and that w-was fine, I was fine. Until I met you. And you are… everything I could hope for myself a-and everything I don’t believe I d-deserve. And I fell for you a-and I didn’t know how to handle that so e-every instinct told me to run b-before…” 

“I could hurt you too,” he finished her sentence, taking a step toward her. 

She sniffled and nodded as his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping away a falling tear. She missed his touch, gentle and safe. 

Michael felt an odd sense of relief that he had not completely misread their interactions. That she had not pushed him away because she did not want him or because she was playing with him. And he was thankful he had listened to his older and wiser friends and not given up on her so quickly. 

Now the anger and frustration he felt bubbling to the surface was no longer directed at the woman before him, but at the nameless man who hurt her. Though her words were intentionally vague, he knew saying that much had been difficult to share. But the words she had chosen felt like physical blows in and of themselves: broken… destroyed. While he wished he did not, his brain immediately considered the worst case scenarios, the mere thought of a man putting his hands on her sending blinding rage through him. But based on her words and actions, he could only gleam that that was the case. He just did not know if he was emotionally prepared to see anymore evidence of that than he had already seen.

“And I j-just… I wish I had something more to give you. I look at you a-and can feel how much y-you care about me. A-and all I f-felt a-and still feel is t-this all consuming shame that this b-brokenness is all I have to offer you. It j-just doesn’t feel like enough,” her voice was barely above a whisper as she finally spoke her truth, a truth she had not voiced to anyone before.

The hallway they stood in was virtually silent as her revelations settled in the air. Her stiletto-shaped nails scratched lightly at her forehead, slightly disturbing the make up her team spent time meticulously perfecting. 

“None of it is an excuse. A-and if I’m too late, I understand and I’ll live with it. But t-this is me coming to you. I love you. I just need you to know that.” 

She offered him a small but distinct half smile before awkwardly shuffling on her heels. She interpreted his silence as disdain, her long-winded ramblings were too little too late to undo the damage she had done months prior. 

“I-I’m gonna go freshen up a-and then head back to the party.” 

She forced herself to turn around and start to walk away from him. She had her shot, she blew it. And as she said, she would learn to live with it. 

However, her forward momentum was halted by a strong but gentle grip around her wrist. She stopped and turned to find him right behind her. Without missing a moment or breath, he pulled her forward and into his arms. His lips crashed against hers, Charlotte immediately returning it fervently. Her fingers gripped the collar of his tux tightly as if releasing him would mean he would vanish right before her eyes.

His fingers became tangled in her hair as he tasted her. Neither one of them cared that a paparazzi or bystander’s camera could lurk around any corner and create a shrine for this moment for all time. The only thing that mattered was the two of them and that they finally saw eye to eye.   

He pulled away and stared into her deep brown eyes. Instantly he knew this moment was real because, for the first time, he did not see fear or a desire to run. 

“Whatever you are is enough for me, Els. I told you that I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to feel safe to share with me the pieces of yourself you wear proudly and the ones you’ve hidden cause you think they’re broken. I want to know you, the real you. And whatever she brings is more than enough for me, I promise you that.” 

Her eyes gently fell closed as his hand cupped her face, her cheek leaning into his touch. He gently wiped away her falling tears before kissing her on the forehead and pulling her into a hug. 

She buried her face into his neck, breathing in his scent. She immediately recognized his favorite cologne that he wore on set. It was not overpowering but refreshing and light against her nose. She instantly felt a relief and peace she had not experienced in years. 

“Let’s get out of here, yea?” he offered as he wiped another tear she did not realize was falling. “I got a car, we can go back to my place and grab a drink and talk, aight?” 

Charlotte nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “Y-Yea I w-would love that. I hate these things.” 

****

“What?” 

Charlotte’s lips turned up in a soft smile as she took a sip from the glass, the train of her dress bunched up on the couch in the sitting area of his bedroom. 

“I dropped like several bombs on you tonight. All you did on set was ask a million questions and now you’re mute,” she teased before her face turned serious again. “If you have questions, ask ‘em.” 

“I got ‘em but I want you to tell me what you want to tell me in your own time. I know shit is hard to share.” 

She shook her head. “I already told you the hardest part. The rest is… unpleasant but if we are gonna be anything real, I gotta learn to share all of it.” 

“Ok… Tell me about your ex. As much or as little as you want.”

She sat up a little straighter, her head resting on her arm against the pillows of the sofa. 

“I was a junior at Juilliard. I met him, Shaun Parker, at a friend’s birthday party. He was a friend of a friend sort of thing. He was a couple years older and worked on Wall Street. He was the exact guy a dumb, insecure 21 year old falls for, you know? The guy from the rom-com that says and does all the right things, perfect gentleman and handsome so you fall head over heels after the first date. He made me feel like no one could ever love me like he did.” 

Charlotte leaned back, a dark glint taking over her eyes as she thought back on the worst period of her life. 

“A-and then it started. It’s such a slow build, you don’t even realize you’re in trouble until it’s too late. By the time I realized, I was already drowning.” She let out a humorless chuckle. “The first time, h-he came by campus and saw me eating lunch with a cast mate… a guy. We were rehearsing for our spring production. I left with him and when we got to his car, he called me a whore and slammed my head into the side of his car. The next day, after I got back from the doctor, my dorm was filled with roses and he swore he’d never do it again. That lasted maybe a week before he slapped me for offering to pay for dinner at a restaurant. We dated for three years after that.” 

She took a huge gulp from her drink. She avoided his eyes, which were filled with anger that his suspicions were correct. His hands curled into fists as he processed her words. 

“Tried to leave and break it off a couple of times. But I always went back. And it just got worse and worse and worse. The fear was paralyzing, you try so hard to be perfect, every action measured to exactly what he would want to avoid that next punch, kick, or whatever. But I realized one day that it didn’t matter what I did or how perfect I was, there was nothing I could do or say that would stop it. But it took wayyy too much to get me there,” She paused before offering him a half smile and a shrug. “Hope that doesn’t scare you off.”  

“Your past would never scare me off, Els. I’m just sorry… no one deserves that. How bad did it get?” 

“Um.. by the end, I was lucky if a day went by when he didn’t hurt me somehow. But the psychological abuse is the stuff that sticks with you honestly. That’s why I could never leave, he always found a way to pull me back in. The last time, he…” Charlotte shook her head as if she could shake the memories out of her brain. She was not ready to go down that road yet. “I just realized I would die if I stayed so I left for good. Never looked back.”  

“And moved to LA?” He asked, finally putting the pieces together of why she moved out to the LA area and left Broadway altogether. 

“N-not at first, no. I thought I could have it all. That I could j-just like move to another borough and keep m-my life and career and be done with him. Thought that once he knew I was serious, he would leave me alone. You know the saying, ‘the house always wins?’” At his nods, she continued. “Learned the harsh lesson that it applies to more than gambling. We were apart for about three months before he broke into my apartment and almost killed me. The fact that I’m even sitting here talking to you is a fluke.” She grimaced and kept her eyes focused on her hands before continuing. “A-and then I ran. Moved to LA with no warning, burned many a bridge in the theater world by disappearing, stayed at my brother’s for a few months before I got my first gig and got back on my feet.”

“That’s not running,” he offered quietly. 

She shook her head. “It certainly felt like it. I loved my life in New York… my career, my friends. The community I built. And he just took all of it away.”

“Where he at?” 

She shrugged, “No idea. Probably still in New York? But I completely scrubbed Shaun and everyone mutual friend we had from my life after I left so I wouldn’t know. And I don't want to… if he isn't looking for me, I ain't gonna look for him.”

“Have you been back to New York since?” 

She nodded. “My first time back was actually before we filmed Creed. Filmed a small role for a show there for about a month.   Literally went to set and came right back home every day, changed my hotel every week. Didn’t tell anyone and probably only saw one or two friends the entire time I was there. I mean, I know New York is huge but I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder every five seconds, you know? But that’s the bed I made, I guess.” She fiddled with the detailing on her dress for a moment. “What else?” 

“How are you?”

Her heart fluttered lightly at the sincerity in his voice, the genuine concern she heard. “No one really ever asks me that. They just assume I'm perfectly fine because the bruises have healed or that I'm still broken. But… Um… I’m ok. Made a lot of progress, basically paid for my therapist’s summer home.” She chuckled. “But I really prioritized getting back to me before I got back into work. Back into my hobbies, songwriting and performing, got into running like I told you before… just like finding my voice and personhood again? Those things you kinda lose in that situation. Still learning to trust my gut again, how to accept health love," she motioned toward him. "It’s been a journey but I think I found a better version of myself than before him. So that’s something I guess.” 

“Cheers to that,” he raised his glass to her. “So last question.” 

“The ever inquisitive Bakari,” she smiled before nodding. “Ask away.” 

“You want to give us a real shot? We can take it as slow as you want, ain’t no rush. I want this to go at your pace so I can earn your trust. I want you to be comfortable with me.” 

Words failed her as she listened to him. She knew his words to be true, she did not know why but she trusted him already. He already was the safe space she needed and had already earned her trust. 

“I already do… trust you,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him. 

The pair kissed hungrily, their sweet moment turning into hungry desire with in seconds. Charlotte forgot what it felt like to lust until she met Bakari, to yearn for someone’s touch and presence, to desire them as you desire air or sustenance. But she felt all of that and more, driving her to finally let her guard down in more ways than one. 

She was shocked at how much she shared with him, how readily he accepted it and her without hesitation, how it did not alter his thoughts or feelings about her. All those feelings she had been keeping at bay were finally free as her walls fell and she forgot how good it felt… to love and be loved, to desire and be desired in return. 

Before she knew it, she was on her back, her fingers undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, his perfectly-sculpted chest coming into view. She let out a needy moan as his lips touched a sensitive spot on her neck, gently sucking on her skin. Everywhere his hands or lips touched left a spark of heat, a trail of flames lighting his path across her body. She felt overcome with pleasure and need and knew he felt it too as she felt his hardening member against her thigh. She had not expected for their relationship to progress quite this quickly but neither of them had expected to fall in love with each other so she supposed this just the foundation of their relationship: the unexpected. And she would not dare complain. 

However, she was surprised when his hands wrapped around hers to stop her as she went to take off his pants. 

Her face was flushed and her breaths sounded like pants as she stared at him, confused. 

“What?” She asked softly. 

“I want you,” he assured her. “So fucking bad… but I want to give you the experience you deserve. Wine you, dine you and have a night that’s all about us -” 

“Then break my back?” She teased. 

He rolled his eyes and snickered, “Something like that. I just don’t want you to regret anything with me.” 

Her forehead rested on his as she nodded painfully, her whole body flustered and annoyed at the loss of what she imagined would be mind-blowing pleasure. And though it was hard not to give into temptation, she knew he was right. She had overcome many hurdles tonight, sex was one to unpack on another day.

He smirked at the disappointed look on her face, “Don’t worry, baby girl. It’ll be worth the wait.” 

He kissed her on the lips again before pushing himself off of her, a cold shower in the not-so-distant future for him. 

Charlotte sat up and watched as he went to pour both of them another drink from the bottle he brought upstairs. 

He settled back down on the couch, his hand resting gently on her thigh through the slit of her dress. The pair fell into effortless conversation, moving away from Charlotte’s past to other topics. The pair did not take their eyes off of each other as they laughed, joked, and swapped stories about their acting careers and families, neither of them wanting the night to end. 

By the time Michael glanced at his watch again, he realized it was almost 3 am, Charlotte’s soft yawns getting more and more frequent as they talked. 

“Aight,” he rubbed her thigh, noticing the signs of her about to fall asleep from their many movie nights while filming. “You gotta go to sleep, baby girl. Take my bed,” he gestured. 

“Nah, I’m not gonna kick you outta your room in your house, Bakari. I’ll call a cab or something,” she yawned and stretched and stood up. 

He shook his head. “Definitely not. Please, just knock out in there and I’ll sleep in the guest room. I'll grab you a t-shirt and let you have some privacy. And then I'll call you a car in the morning."

Charlotte was so physically and emotionally tired that she decided not to argue and acquiesced quickly.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” 

She followed him into the room as he grabbed a t-shirt out of his dresser and put it on the bed for her.

"I'll grab you a hanger 'n garment bag for the dress."

“Could you…?” she gestured at the gown. 

She stood and turned away from him, sliding her long hair to the side to reveal the zipper of her dress. 

He kept his eyes trained on her back to avoid staring at her perfect ass. Despite his best efforts, he could not help but sneak a peak, her body was one worth feasting on. He made quick work of unzipping her dress and helping her slid it down, revealing perfectly smooth skin underneath. 

He undid the clasp of her her bra too, at her signal, immediately stepping back toward the door to take himself out of a danger zone. He couldn’t take her eyes off of her. However, he was quickly drawn out of his adoration when his eyes spotted scars littering her back and one on the left side of her stomach that resembled a burn as she turned slightly to grab his shirt and slid it on.

His eyes darkened as he took the scars in, knowing exactly where and who they came from. 

“You good?” He forced out, putting his attention on something else to avoid focusing on the story behind each scar. 

“Yea… thanks, Bakari, seriously.” She climbed into bed and settled as he turned to walk to the couch. 

However, her voice stopped him. 

“Actually… will you stay? Plenty of room for both of us,” she gestured to the empty spot next to her. 

Michael knew it was not the best idea given how hard it was to say no earlier. However, at her next statement, he lost any hesitation he may have had. 

“I want you here with me, please?” 

He nodded and slid his tux pants off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He got on his side of the bed and she immediately snuggled up next to him. He placed a soft kiss on her head before she dozed off on his chest, Charlotte falling asleep faster than she had in years in the arms of the man she loved. 

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A/N: I told yall there were gonna be more reasons to hate Shaun smh but this is our last chapter where he gets mentioned explicitly for a while lol But Els & Bakari are finally on the same page - woohoo! How do you think her past is gonna impact them as they try to make a relationship work? Also idk how long this series is gonna be lol but this will tell a specific story about a portion of their relationship and I'll use one-shots to build it out beyond this section of their relationship.

[hauntedpearl]

oh had a vivid plot idea for a celebrity destiel au where cas and dean don't get along when they first meet and on the first day of filming or whatever (idk how this works i don't know Hollywood) cas shows up at dean's like. hotel room or whatever. and he's like. we should totally do it. and dean's like wuh — HUH? and cas is like clearly we have a lot of unresolved tension and i would prefer for this shoot to go smoothly etc and he's also fully prepared like he has brought his little kit of paraphernalia and dean is just standing there like. head empty no thoughts steam coming out of his ears. and cas is like this is normal i do this w everyone great way to break the ice and dean is like. yeah. okay. we are not doing this. how about we like. just. idk have dinner and talk and get to know each other like normal people and we can decide to stop fighting and cas is are you sure that seems like a dubious method which will not yield positive results and dean's like mmhmm. yeah mmhmm I'm so sure pls get out of my room and take your bag of sex objects with you and cas is like. sigh. fine. but it's like. funny to Dean after he leaves and he's like aww this guy is dorky. and then they go have dinner and it's a mess that first night but they get along eventually and fall in love and then they have to deal with their feelings and then they do have sex but it's all sweet and cute and whatnot. the end.

oh ps: cas makes an allusion to dean's preferences in the bed room one time at the beginning and he's like yk i am up for anything you can just tell me and dean's like wtf and cas is like. Crowley. and dean's is like CROWLEY?! YOU AJD CROWLEY?! and cas is like. yeah. also he will totally be a third if we ask and dean just about passes out in public from the embarrassment. (oh edit; like basically dean and Crowley also and crowley just talks. about his exploits. that's what I was meaning to. convey.)

[bellacardoza16]

Namor x Mexican actress reader: when the camera stops

Plot: It’s the 1940’s and you are an up and coming actress in old Hollywood filming a movie in Mexico until you catch the attention of a certain fish creature and his other consorts.

As you and the film crew were packing up for the night, you decide to head to hotel with your husband hand in hand.

“Mi vida, are you alright?” Your husband asks you as he notices how light-headed you are.

“Oh yes, it’s just a little migraine.” You groaned as you put a free hand in your head. For some strange reason, you kept hearing a weird song all day and it left you in a daze as well. You just decided to ignore it and also keep a close distance to your costume and set designer husband because the two of you have made a vow that by the year 1954 rolled around, the both of you would get a dual citizenship to America and move to New York or LA and try to do American movies or be on broadway. You always loved actresses like Judy garland, Lauren Bacall, Ingrid Bergman, Gene Tierney, Natalie wood, and your personal favorite, María Felix who you hope to be like some day.

*time skip*

“Y/N.” The call whispered.

“What?” You whispered back as you were all groggy. You then decided to brush your H/L H/C as you got up, left your hotel room, and went outside. As you went outside, you looked at the ocean and saw some blue creatures singing a song that was meant for you as you had nothing but a blank expression.

As you kept walking while ignoring your husband’s calls for help, you suddenly saw a blue lady with a feathered headdress and a blue man wearing a shark head. As you saw the two of them, the blue lady took your hand, caressed your cheek, and signaled the shark head man to take his mask off and when he did, he attached it to your face, and he shushed you gently.

“Shhhh, sleep now butterfly, don’t fight it.” The shark head man crooned in an unknown language that you didn’t know.

“I-,” you muffled until the blue lady in the feathered headdress rubbed your head.

“Sleep now, forget all your troubles and drift off.” She also crooned back in the same language as it clearly worked and you were knocked out.

*time skip*

As you woke up, you now realize that you were in a cave sleeping in a hammock.

“Hello my dear, did you have a good night’s rest?” The blue servant asked in the same foreign language as she came in with clothes that didn’t look like yours.

“Why am I here?” You asked as you wanted to know what was going on.

“Our lord Ku’kul’kan wishes to speak with you.” The lady bowed as she set the clothes down.

“Are you joking?” You ask in shock because you thought the feathered serpent god was fake.

“No, he wants to speak with you now.” The lady said once again.

*time skip*

As you arrived dressed in the clothes that were delivered to you, you arrive in a throne room that had a human man with pointy ears, a gold giant necklace, green shorts, and boots that have wings in the back.

“Come here my turtle dove, don’t be shy.” The pointy ear man said as he smiled at you.

“W-who are you? Why am I here?” You stuttered as your hand started to shake as you sat down.

“I am known as Ku’kul’kan but you may call me Namor.” The man said as he bowed in respect.

“The feathered serpent god.” You muttered as you looked around the place.

“You are a gem.” Namor smiled as he kissed your hand.

“Namor, can you please tell me on why I’m here? What is this place?” You demanded as you glared at him.

“Y/N this place is called Talocan, and we live here in secret so the surface world doesn’t know about us. Namor said as he took a strand of your H/C H/L hair and played with it.

“The real reason I brought you here is because me, Attuma, and my cousin Namora saw you with a group of people on the surface with strange devices. What were you doing?” He asked in curiosity as he tilted his head to the side.

“Well…, Uh…, I am what they call me an actress. I star in movies and pretend to be characters.” You said confidently.

“That is so interesting.” Namor smiled back as he suddenly took your hand and lead you in a waltz.

“How do you know how to do dance?” You gasped as he then spun you while ending in a dip pose.

“Growing up, I always watched people on the surface dance and I always analyzed their movements.” Namor smiled once again as he released you.

“Namor, can I please go back up to the surface? My husband is probably worried about me and I have to get back to filming my fourth movie in a few days.” You asked Namor hoping he would listen.

“Very well my turtle dove, your wish is my command.” Namor smiled as he then bowed in respect while he signaled for Attuma and Namora to take you back to land.

*time skip*

As you finished wrapping up filming, you couldn’t help but play with the strange bracelet that he had secretly slipped onto you before you were taken back to the surface world. As you decided to get ready for the cast and crew dinner party, you then looked back at the ocean from your window remembering the handsome and charming fish man.

[jessepinkmancrystals]

Shshsjs I wrote gnr clasic line up orgin :3

The story of Guns n’ Roses starts with guitarist Izzy Stradlin. He was living with Tracii Guns, guitarist of L.A Guns. At the time, L.A guns was in need of a new vocalist, Izzy had suggested Hollywood rose singer, Axl Rose. This is the start of forming of what is to be Guns n’ Roses in March of 1985 by Axl. The line up at this point was of (Left to right) Rob Gardner (drummer) , Izzy (guitarist), Rose (vocals), Tracii Guns (lead guitarist), and Ole Beich (bassist).

Left to right! Ole Beich ,Izzy , Tracii, and Rob!! Axls obv the 1 at the bottom xd

Tracii stated in an interview with Eddie Trunk in 2019 that Rose had gotten into an argument with their manager at the time and said the manager had fired him. It was awkward for them because they all of them lived together, that night that they fired Axl they started Guns N’ Roses. The next day Tracii called Izzy asking him if he wanted to be in it. They got the name Guns N’ Roses from combining the names L.A guns and Hollywood Rose. Some of their rejected band names that the record didnt allow were “Heads of the Amazon” and “AIDS”. After the first two band rehearsals they fired Ole Beich and replaced him with Duff Mckagan. The band’s first rehearsal her duff they recorded three songs which would be featured on future records. These songs were : Anything Goes, Think about you. These would be features on their debut album ‘Appetite for Destruction’. The third song was ‘Don’t Cry’ which would be featured on their 3rd album “Use Your Illusion I’. These songs were played on their first ever radio interview. This interview was 2 days before their first ever show on March 26th (my birthday!) 1985, this show was at the ‘Troubadour’ Club. At the time, the band was planning on releasing an EP (Extended Play) with the three tracks recorded with Mckagan and a cover of ‘HeartBreak Hotel’ by Elvis Presley. But things backfired as Tracii had a fall out with Axl. This falling out was caused by an argument between Guns n’ Roses. Due to this argument, the plans of releasing the EP disappeared. Tracii Guns was then replaced with Hollywood Rose member Slash also known as Saul Hudson. Rob Gardner, the last standing L.A guns member in Guns N’ Roses, soon quit the band. Gardner was replaced with Steven Adler who was also part of Hollywood Rose. This concluded the formation of the “Appetite for Destruction” lineup, also known as the “classic lineup”. This line up was finally set in stone on June 4th when Slash and Steven officially joined the band.

:33 Hope u read allat!! I can write smch abt gnr bro ask me a question & give me 10 minutes 2 research if i don't alrd know & liek 5 to write w/no proper grammar & punctuation tho! :3

if theres anything that doesn't make sense/isnt spelt right js tell me English isn't my 1st language!!

[alrxiin]

Redacted Characters as Song Lyrics

(This includes listeners)

Just some Redacted characters as lyrics from songs I listen to, cause I'm bored and currently hyperfixating...

• Werewolves

David :

♪A Little Death - The Neighborhood♪

"The neighbor was knocking, yeah. But no one would let him in.

Touch me, yeah. I want you to touch me there. Make me feel like I am breathing... Feel like I am human."

Asher :

♪ Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead♪

"Let's get this party started! Let's keep them 40's popping!

So just get buzzed and stay fucked up. We'll keep them panties dropping."

Milo :

♪Rebel Love Song - Black Veil Brides♪

"So take your hand in mine, It's ours tonight.

This is a Rebel Love Song!

Hearts will sacrifice, It's do or die.

This is a Rebel Love Song!"

Tank/Darlin' :

♪You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring♪

"You're gonna go far, kid...

With a thousand lies and a good disguise. Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes!

When you walk away, nothing more to say.

See the lightning in your eyes. See 'em running for their lives."

•Vampires

Vincent :

♪Bogini - Quebonafide♪

"Jej skóra wygląda i pachnie jak Latte Macchiato, A wzrok na mnie działa jak Mate.

To już nie jest normalne, mylę kawę z herbatą, Ale w razie "W" dam ci erratę.

Byle bez cukru jak na filmach. Krzyczy głośniej niż Walkiria."

Sam :

♪1000 koni - Bedoes♪

"Jeśli zabijesz za mnie, skłamię, po czym wezmę winę za ciebie. Wszedłbym na minę za ciebie.

Czy to jest prawdziwe dla ciebie?

Jeśli zabiję za nią, ona skłamie, po czym weźmie winę za mnie. Ona by weszła na minę za mnie.

Powiedz mi, skarbie, czy wyjdziesz za mnie?"

Quinn :

♪PILLOWTALK - Zayn♪

"So we'll piss off the neighbors, In the place that feels the tears, The place to lose your fears.

Yeah, reckless behavior.

A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw.

In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day. Fucking and fighting on... It's our paradise and it's our war zone."

Adam :

♪Desire - MEG MYERS♪

"Honey, I wanna break you. I wanna throw you to the hounds.

Yeah, I gotta hurt you. I gotta hear it from your mouth.

Boy, I wanna taste you. I wanna skin you with my tongue.

I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna lay you in the ground."

•Other

Gavin :

♪ Keep It Down - Migrant Hotel♪

"While I throw you around-

You're gonna scream ...

Shhh: girl keep it down.

The scars you leave on my back, A painting of your attack.

You're biting down on my fist...

I know you cannot resist."

Guy :

♪Flesh - Simon Curtis♪

"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh (Get undressed, t-taste the flesh).

Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh (Pass the test, t-taste the flesh).

Hold me up against the wall. Give it 'til I beg, give me some more.

Make me bleed, I like it rough...

Like it rough, rough, rough."

Marcus :

♪War Of Hearts - Ruelle♪

"I can't help but love you, Even though I try not to.

I can't help but want you, I know that I'd die without you."

Lovely :

♪Respite On The Spitalfields - Ghost♪

"We will break away together.

I'll be the shadow, You'll be the light.

Nothing ever lasts forever...

We will go softly - Into the night."

Baaabe :

♪I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys♪

"Secrets I have held in my heart, Are harder to hide than I thought.

Maybe I just wanna be yours...

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours.

Wanna be yours."

Sweetheart :

♪Riptide - Vance Joy♪

"I just wanna, I just wanna know...If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay.

I just gotta, I just gotta know! I can't have it, I can't have it any other way.

I swear she's destined for the screen - Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh."

Angel :

♪THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens♪

"I miss the way you say my name...

The way you bend, the way you break.

Your makeup running down your face.

The way you fuck, the way you taste."

Freelancer :

♪I See You - Jutty Ranx♪

"I want you to myself...Can we take this somewhere else?

My heart's an open book and you just took it off the shelf.

You make me make moves. I see you, you know I see you.

I break through to get to you. It's so true, it's so true."

Honey :

♪Sugar - Sleep Token♪

"Do you wanna see how far it goes? Do you wanna test me now, my love?

You must be crazy if you think that I will give in so easily...

Things we buried low - Coming to the surface now, my love.

You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game, oh.

Sugar, I've got a taste for you now."

Darling :

♪Killpop - Slipknot♪

"Maybe I should let her go...But only when she loves me.

How can I just let her go? Not until she loves me.

We were meant to be together.

Now die and fucking love me!

We were meant to hurt each other.

Now die and fucking love me!"

Translations :

♪Bogini — Her skin looks and smells like Latte Macchiato. The way she looks at me works like Mate. Something is wrong, I confuse coffee with tea... But in case I'll just give you Errata. With no sugar like in the movies. She shouts louder than Valkyrie."

♪1000 koni — If you kill for me, I'll lie and take the blame on myself. I'll step on a mine for you. Is this real for you? If i kill for her she'll lie and take the blame on herself. She will step on a mine for me. Tell me, darling: will you marry me?"

[meiloorunsmoothie]

hey everyone! thought i'd make a jeremy jordan masterpost for those who want to watch more of the things he's been in (this is PART 1)

this is a compilation of the shows/movies/tv he's done, along with links/information on where to watch them. there is surprisingly a lot of jeremy jordan content you can watch for free on youtube!

a note: if the show is blue, it means i have a version (either audio or video) that is different from the one i linked below. if you would like access to that, dm me! i am willing to gift each person up to two videos/audios.

without further ado, enjoy!!!

Broadway/Off-Broadway/Shows “in Concert”:

Rock of Ages:

High Enough @ Bryant Park: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHbiGphTT_4

RoA closing night: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmHSup_s8Vo

High Enough w/ Ashley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dloI6N8yts

His like 10 seconds in this 💀: https://youtu.be/30ul84hDL-Q?si=ZSv7HO3Y-RSJPeUV

West Side Story (Hollywood Bowl 2016): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVpgnB0OQE4

Heathers: The Musical (Workshop @ Joe’s Pub): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXB6-WaU6y4

Bonnie & Clyde Broadway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOaMt_cSl1M

Newsies Broadway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7sLuH5Ngdk

Hit List in Concert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzqfOXY-BtM

Parade in Concert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a3MhuDpwGc

Finding Neverland: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDMVu85pnFU

Bombshell in Concert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws5XQiIFGhg

Newsies Pro-Shot: https://vimeo.com/424881155

American Son: Pro-Shot on Netflix

Waitress: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a3MhuDpwGc

A Killer Party:

Erm…here’s a trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6daiX53wwo

Also his song (which is a banger for literally no reason): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RPI8ggYNss

Little Shop of Horrors (both 2021 and 2023): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0qvTi4FtFU (2023, AUDIO ONLY)

This channel has a lot of clips from his two runs: https://www.youtube.com/@lexfox21

Bonnie & Clyde West End Concert:

Raise a Little Hell (audio): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2eBfOjJLpo

The Great Gatsby: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CchzuyXcCds&t=1s (AUDIO ONLY)

Here’s a different one as well: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TBw_vUOrjE

Movies (these are only the ones I could find with publicly available links):

The Last Five Years: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie3ftS0LcZ8

Mix up in the Mediterranean: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkai2uV1nO8

TV (there are others, I know, but these are the most popular ones):

Smash (yes, almost the whole season 2 is on youtube): https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLoizneF6zldhG0iDEkFfcho9e1QJpvHHF&si=lqH9_eV0KQeanxC_

Tangled the Series (season 1 only): https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiv1IUQDVSNIqxjX4rzvIMw7EjwGspqGt&si=zFj-82vVaGfjhVIS

Supergirl: on Netflix

Hazbin Hotel: on Amazon Prime

part 2 (his concerts!!!) is out now and linked here!

[dykesynthezoid]

@cookietastic lmaoo I would never!

The original dream was fairly limited but mainly focused on Sam and Tory having to share a hotel room while traveling for work that was somehow fashion focused and also clearly very 70s. And ofc they were work rivals but I think Tory may have technically been in a position below Sam’s; Sam wasn’t necessarily her direct superior but Tory was still in more of an intern/assistant position than Sam was. But it also seemed like Tory expressly took advantage of this to often fuck w Sam deliberately and even sabotage her and make her look crazy. And also there was only one bed

In expanding on the idea I can’t help but imagine they both went to interview at the office at the same time and had some sort of run in that made them instantly hate each other lmao. Assuming it’s a fashion magazine they’re at I could see Sam pursuing a job there because she’s trying to make a career in journalism, while Tory is just looking for something that pays well enough and maybe has some mobility (and also— bc it’s the 70s— she gets to work in an office where it’s considered socially acceptable to wear pants to work. Bc it wasn’t, still, in a lot of places. And I doubt she would be coping with that well)

I could see both of them going for the type of magazine that was like, similar to Cosmo/Glamour, esp considering Cosmo was really revolutionary at the time for talking about things like sex and contraception openly, and Glamour had long had a reputation as being a magazine for working women. So on some level it would both feel more relatable to them and also is more intriguing for Sam who wants to be able to write about cultural issues and current events.

Most of women’s fashion magazines have historically been based out of New York, but there are plenty of lifestyle/media magazines that were/are based in LA, like Variety or The Hollywood Reporter, so it’s not entirely unthinkable for a women’s fashion magazine to be based in LA (I think Glamour originally was, actually), especially if it got its start talking about the fashions and trends in Old Hollywood.

But yeah the early 70s were hugely transformative for both the fashion industry and publishing and also it’s just fun. I think Sam would inevitably do shit like tell Tory to go get her coffee just to be annoying, and Tory would come back and just spit right into the cup while making full eye contact. And then bc Sam is stubborn she would stand there and drink it anyway, still maintaining eye contact, as a power play. And anyone else in the office watching this is just going “Hey what the fuck. What the fuck is going on there”

Meanwhile Sam has been sweating all day bc she’s convinced the zipper on Tory’s zip up jumpsuit has slowly been getting lower and lower and she’s not unconvinced Tory isn’t doing it intentionally just to fuck with her (she isn’t, Sam is just gay and going sort of crazy about it).

They get told last minute that they’re being put on the team going to some fashion event (maybe the first official paris fashion week? Or maybe it’s something local?) Hence them having to share a hotel room. They get free clothes from the company to wear to the more important events, which means Sam ends up needing help getting into a little mod mini dress bc the art directors at work keep telling her she needs to lean into that cutesy girl next door image or whatever. She kind of panics bc she’s not sure she can even sit down in the thing, and Tory is very heavily rolling her eyes at her even though she’s this 👌🏻 close to frothing at the mouth and clawing at the ground after helping Sam get changed

Sam ends up being handed a valium by someone on the way to the event bc she’s panicking, so she’s kind of zonked out of her gourd the whole time, and meanwhile Tory is chainsmoking bc being around so many rich people is making her nervous. It’s true love

[toomuchracket]

sunshine baby inspired oneshot w/ d word matty would be so cute

like it's summer, he's brought you on vacation and you're escaping everything for a few weeks, just the two of you driving around in his car ...

yes! the first thing that popped into my head was you guys being over in l.a. for work purposes, but there's a break scheduled for everyone after a week or so of press/shows/whatever. and neither you or matty can wait for work to be done - the plan is to spend a couple of weeks on the west coast, just you and him and the summer sunshine with nobody around to bother you, which starts as soon as the final show ends. and it's not the first time you've been away together - he's whisked you on city breaks across europe, to long weekends at spas in the english countryside, to a week in a cottage up the north of scotland - but it's the longest amount of time you'll have spent alone together since you started seeing matty, so you're fucking buzzing. like, on top of all your duties at work, you've made it your business to keep a note of exactly how long it is until you and your boyf can go away together; the whole week, whenever you walk past matty, you'll spout the days/hours/minutes to him so excitedly, and he finds it fucking adorable (because he's just as excited as you are). the morning after the final show, you say your goodbyes to everyone at the hotel, before matty's dragging you outside and into a convertible - he absolutely does something cheesy like kisses you deeply and says "sunglasses on, babe, let's go" before driving off. and matty knows the whole "driving with your lover through california in a vintage car" is very lana del rey coded, but so is your relationship in general lmao (literally the d word thing began with "ride"), so i think he leans into it a little bit for funsies - you guys stay at the chateau marmont for a few nights, exploring hollywood and laurel canyon, before driving up the pacific coast highway and ending up in san fran over the course of a couple of weeks, stopping off here and there for a night or two. and it's just so perfect - it's the two of you just having all the time in the world to spend loving and getting lost both with and in each other, exploring places neither of you have ever been and making amazing memories, everything warm and dappled with sunshine and totally idyllic. it might even be the time/locale of the first "i love you"; imagining the two of you staying in some beach house for the night, and you're sat out on a blanket on the sand together watching the sunset over the pacific ocean. the post-sex glow is lingering over you both, and you're curled up to matty wearing one of his t-shirts, the two of you totally content - i think he'd look at you, eyes sparkling as you watch the sea and the sky, and just be so overcome with love for you that he just quietly says "i love you", and you smile, turning to him and saying "i love you too", and you both know the other means it <3

[hooked-on-elvis]

Pictures of Elvis as Clint Reno on "Love Me Tender" (1956) | "The Rainmaker" screen test in Hollywood (March 26-28th, 1956) + magazine article | On "Love Me Tender" production and premiere (November 15, 1956). 🎬

He had never even been in a school play, but he loved the silver screen and dreamed of seeing himself upon it. In April of 1956*, his chance arrived when legendary Hollywood producer Hal Wallis gave him a screen test. He was asked to read a part from 'The Rainmaker' with actress Cynthia Baxter, who later confessed that her initial reaction to working with Elvis had been "Ugh!" Afterward, however, Baxter said she found him "amazing to work with." Elvis told Wallis he didn't like the Rainmaker role: The character was too "happy, jolly, lovesick." Well, Wallis asked him, what kind of part would you like to play? "One more like myself," he said, "so I won't have to do any excess acting." Four months later (after Wallis and Colonel Parker had negotiated a three-picture-deal for $400.000) he was on the set of 'Love Me Tender' playing Clint Reno (seen here) — a passionate, naive young man, destined to die young.

*Elvis' Hollywood screen test was actually held, not in April but in March 1956, between Monday, the 26th and Wednesday, the 28th. Elvis would later say he memorized every line of the script of 'The Rainmaker' (not only his lines, the whole script!) in preparation for the screen test. A couple of months later, however, he told Robert Johnson of the Memphis Press-Scimitar that he had misgivings from the start about the character he would play. “It was a good part, but I just couldn’t see it for me. A good-natured, happy teen-ager, but with nothing up here. After I read the script, I just wanted to do another kind of part,” said Presley to the reporter.

This thing the magazine wrote about Elvis wanting "not to do any excess acting" is total bullshit. EP would never say such thing once he was so happy to kick off his acting career. He dedicated himself and wanted to make it as good actor. Elvis was excellent memorizing lines even before he was an actor, when he would memorize lines from all his favorite movies (such as 'Rebel Without a Cause'). Once he was indeed on the other side of the screen, filming his first movie, Elvis didn't miss the chance and talked to many veteran actors in hopes to have hints on how to make it better in front of the camera. He dedicated himself the best he could — and as the years went by, even so his roles were less and less interesting or challenging, sometimes even silly as he feared in the beginning of his career, Elvis achieved the goal in being a natural in front of those Hollywood filming cameras, and this is something absolutely undeniable. The thing about complaining of the role he performed on his screen test in 1956, probably had something to do with the image Elvis wanted to project onto his young audience, and that was not one of a "good-natured" guy.

Elvis wanted serious roles and, besides, he liked the 'bad boy' atitude James Dean and Marlon Brando had... the menacing glances, the defiant rebel posture. Elvis mentioned this to Lloyd Shearer, in 1956 during a photo session at the Peabody Hotel, in Memphis, Tennessee. Lloyd was photographing Elvis when the Presley politely asked the photographer to promise not to snap him "not even smiling slightly". His objection was explained with:

"I've made a study of Marlon Brando. I've made a study of poor Jimmy Dean [actor James Dean had recently died in a car crash]. I've made a study of myself. And I know why girls, at least the young ones, go for us. We're sullen, we're broodin', we're something of a menace. I don't understand it exactly, but that's what girls like in men. I don't know anything about Hollywood. But I know that you can't be sexy if you smile. You can't be a rebel if you grin. If you don't mind, let me pose myself." — Elvis, 1956.

On his screen test in March, 1956, Presley did two scenes from 'The Rainmaker' (and also was asked, and performed against his will since he didn't wanted to sing on the screen at all, to 'Blue Sued Shoes') Later that year, Elvis recalled the dramatic tests. “I knew my script,” he said. “I got out there and just tried to put myself in the place of the character I was playing, just trying to act as naturally as I could.”

In May, Elvis told Will Jones of the Minneapolis Tribune that he favored the second of the two scenes. “I took this screen test where I came in and was real happy and jolly and I didn’t like it. I did this other one where I was mad at this girl, and I liked that better — it was me.”

Elvis worked with veteran actor Frank Faylen in one test scene and with twenty-one-year-old actress Cynthia Baxter (later Cynthia O’Neal) in another scene.

She later told TV Guide, “When the Wallis people told me I was to make a test with him, my reaction was ‘Ugh!’ But, you know, he is a very interesting boy — kind of amazing to work with. As an actor, he has a lot of work ahead of him, but he has wonderful attributes to start with.”

Actress Cynthia O'Neal (former Baxter). The picture (right) is the only still from 'The Rainmaker' scene she played with Elvis for his screen test on March 26th, 1956. No footage was released until today, unfortunately.

March 27th, 1956: Elvis with veteran actor Frank Faylen. The scene Elvis did with Faylen was this one below (no footage, sadly, but there's pictures from his test on the video, following the scenes):

Allan Weiss was not as impressed with the dramatic part of Presley’s test as he was with the musical portion. “Elvis played the rebellious younger brother with amateurish conviction — like the lead in a high school play. His performance was believable, but lacked the polished subtleties of a professional.” On the other hand, after viewing the acting part of the test, Paramount dramatic coach Charlotte Clary thought Elvis might have a future as an actor. “The boy is a natural,” she judged. “There’s nothing fresh or obnoxious about him at all.” Source: http://www.elvis-history-blog.com/elvis-screen-test.html

On March 28th came Presley’s third screen test, the King lip-synched to “Blue Suede Shoes” in front of a set of rather shiny curtains. It was a wild audition, with Elvis giving his trademark gyrations and sneer. He was doing what he did majestically already, so he enchanted the screenwriter Allan Weiss.

“The transformation was incredible. We knew instantly that we were in the presence of a phenomenon; electricity bounced off the walls of the sound stage. One felt it as an awesome thing — like an earthquake in progress, only without the implicit threat. Watching this insecure country boy, who apologized when he asked for a rehearsal as though he had some something wrong, turn into absolute dynamite when he stepped into the bright lights and started lip-synching the words of his familiar hit. He believed in it, and he made you believe it, no matter how ‘sophisticated’ your musical tastes were.” — Allan Weiss, Screenwriter.

This reaction may have set Elvis' fate in Hollywood, among other things (money-seeking, as naturally any company would be bound to be), but up until then as far as EP knew he would act in a non-musical role, so this kept him thrilling. Elvis' fans, as always, were very supportive, and couldn't wait to watch the rock star on the big screen.

(Above) August 16, 1956: Elvis left Memphis on an American Airlines flight for Los Angeles where he reported to 20th Century Fox for pre-production meetings for his first movie. The fans greeted him at the airport, holding "Presley for President" posters. 🥹

As the production for Elvis' first movie begun, things were... different. The studio/producers eventually altered the script to include 4 songs Elvis would sing, 'Love Me Tender' being one, and they altered the title of the film too — originally entitled 'The Reno Brothers' — so it could follow the name of that one Elvis song.

This turned things bittersweet to Presley. Elvis did not want to sing on the screen and he confessed to his close friends how upset watching as they promised him one thing and ended up eventually changing plans (to profit on his music career) without him being able to do anything about it (June Juanico was one girlfriend he vented about this).Top this to the fact that Elvis indeed preferred his part to be a little more to the 'bad boy' side, and Clint Reno was everything but a bad boy, and you can imagine how Elvis felt about his first movie, not fully satisfied after all. Still he kept hopeful about his acting career could evolve and he could eventually become a serious actor. This hopeful mood followed his next films, but it did not last long.

Either way, the premiere for 'Love Me Tender' was a huge success.

Arlene Cogan, a young fan that not much after this would become friends with Elvis, shared in her book "Elvis, This One's for You" that when she went to watch the movie she spent the whole day rewatching it in the theater, over and over again. She says that no one seemed to leave the room.

"When Elvis appeared on the screen, everyone screamed so much that you couldn't hear him." — Arlene Cogan on her book "Elvis, This One's for You".

On the day 'Love Me Tender' premiered in the theaters on November 15, 1956.

November 21st 1956. 1413 Main Street, Columbia, S.C., Richland County. A crowd of teenagers in the lobby of the Palmetto Theater for the opening of the Elvis Presley movie Love Me Tender.

November 16, 1956: Fans wait in line to see Elvis Presley in 'Love Me Tender'.

Even so Elvis' start in Hollywood wasn't quite as he expected (in personal satisfaction wise), Presley did it great as a sweet country boy, Clint Reno. Some critics didn't go for him and harshly bashed his acting skills (much going with their previous opinions on Elvis as a performer and the controversial about his 'antics' on the stage in the 50s), as much as some supported his initial kick off, but one thing's for sure: the young audience adored him regardless either if he was a "bad boy" onscreen or not. ♥

Elvis on "Love Me Tender", 1956.

[eptodaytommorowforever]

On The 28th and 29th October Elvis Presley Played Two Shows Concerts At The Pacific Pan Auditorium In LA in 1957

In his first show at the Pan Pacific Auditorium, Elvis Presley was determined to impress his celebrity-studded audience, and he did. With Hollywood celebrities and their children among the more than nine thousand in attendance, Elvis Presley performed eighteen songs ending with 'Hound Dog'.

Throughout Elvis Presley’s performance that night, a three-foot tall replica of Nipper, RCA's trademark, sat at one side of the stage. Concluding the show with 'Hound Dog' Elvis Presley grabbed Nipper around the neck (Pictures below) with his left arm and lifted him from the floor, eventually lying on the floor while continuing to sing into the microphone in his right hand.

The audience went wild but the newspapers the following day took a different view - As often happened at Elvis Presley concerts in the fifties, eyewitnesses saw the same stage events differently as they were filtered through predetermined prejudices, both for and against Elvis Presley

At a party in his hotel suite after the show, Elvis Presley met Ricky Nelson, while hosting entertainers Nick Adams, Carol Channing, Sammy Davis Jr and Tommy Sands. Nick Adams and Sammy Davis Jr entertained the guests with impressions. Elvis Presley’s date for the evening was Actress Model Anne Neyland.

Elvis Presley approached Ricky Nelson telling him 'Man, I just love your new record' and that he loved the 'Ozzie and Harriet Show' saying he watched it all the time. When photoplay editor Maria Borie told Elvis Presley that Ricky was about to go out on tour for the first time and could use some advice, Elvis Presley took Ricky aside and gave him some tips on what to do on tour. 'You'll never know how much tonight has meant to me' Ricky told Maria Borie later in the evening. 'Imagine Elvis Presley watching our show. He repeated episodes I'd even forgotten about. He remembered them word for word. And he gave me some great tips about things to do on my tour'. Rare Ticket Stub And Rare B/ W Candid Photos From Both Of These Two Shows.And Press Conference B/W Photo. All By Photo Editor Marie Borie.

[krissielee]

Hey! How did you get access to watch the March RW&RB screener? I want to sign up for that, if I can. :)

I got lucky--a friend of mine down in LA got the offer and immediately sent it to me. She didn't/doesn't care about it, but she knows I'm obsessed and had made sure to let all my Hollywood-connected friends know that if they saw anything come up, let me know IMMEDIATELY because I needed it like air to breathe.

But there are a lot of websites to sign up for early screeners (or even just "barely before opening but it's free and free things are awesome so yay" screeners)--note that these are in no particular order; just whatever ones I happened to think of first:

Preview Free Movies is the one I got RWRB through, as well as tickets for Rocketman way back in the day. These are ostensibly the hardest to get into because they're usually only held in very specific movie-centric places and often tickets are handed out literally in person at local malls. It takes luck to get a location you can get to, but if you can ... totally worth it. They do sometimes do early online screeners, too: I saw Spinning Gold back in 2020, unfinished, and it was awesome. Found out later that a friend's cousin wrote the movie about their uncle! Small world, there. Also, I now can't listen to Love to Love You Baby without wanting to kill myself, but they changed that for the final release lol. Everyone in that early screener was like PLEASE DON'T PLAY THAT FOR TEN MINUTES EVER AGAIN.

Gofobo does a lot of early ones as well, but those are more like press screenings just before wide release, not in production ones.

1iota sometimes has screeners, even though they usually do tickets to talk shows (I have seen Taron Egerton at a bunch of those, though, including for Jimmy Kimmel where my [clothed!!!] boobs are on display for an awkward amount of time because Jimmy was talking to the people sitting directly in front of me lol)

Advance Screenings offers a lot of press screenings, but also sometimes contests to see special movie screenings. I "won" passes to a special Hunger Games screening through this site.

Amazon Screenings is really neat because it also does a lot of early virtual screenings. I've seen so many movies sitting at home in my jammies this way. And often they'll have special things to go along with it, like talks with the cast and crew, or for their Halloween set a few years back, virtual dance parties with DJs. Jason Blum was in the chat with all of us and it was kind of epic.

Searchlight Screenings is for Fox films. Same as the others; you sign up and hope to get lucky with a screening in your area.

Lionsgate Screenings are for, well. Lionsgate films.

WB also does screenings sometimes.

iScreeningRoom is great for online indie films. I've seen some really great movies that I can't wait for them to get wide releases. Some of them are weird as hell, as expected from indie films, but I've never hated anything I've seen. I know Nomad is pushing for a release soon, and I can't wait to watch that one again.

Many of these are US-centric, for anyone who comes across this post. I don't know much about other countries 'cause, you know. 'Murica, or whatever.

The other thing to remember is, for any of these screenings that are in person, you have to get there early. Like, stupid early. Multiple hours early. They always overbook the theatre. Yeah, you have a ticket? So do 500 other people for that 100 seat theatre. There are no guarantees for early screenings. I was almost the last person in for RWRB, and about the only people in after me were Matthew Lopez and some other people in his group. I only got a good seat because @machtaholic got there earlier than I did and saved one for me, which, had I not made it in, would have gone to someone else. The workers were going to try to sneak me in regardless because I was freaking out about having driven 8 hours only for the movie and if I'd missed it I was gonna cry, lol. Also, the hotel next to the theatre is where the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz were housed during film, so. Learned something while there, ha.

But also, there was no notice on it. Like, I found out on Tuesday that the screener was on Wednesday and I had to get myself to LA immediately if I had any hope of making it. For the really early ones, if you don't live in the city it's held in, you have to be ready to get up and go. Immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and hope your boss is really cool with you just not coming in.

Caveat: a lot of those super early ones, they won't even advertise those films to you as you're "out of market" for their research purposes. If it hadn't been for my friend living in the proper market, I'd have never known. It's the same way I was invited to a crazy early screening of Argylle (but from a different friend), even though I couldn't make it to that one because the timing just didn't work. So if you live in Boise and the movie's screening in Seattle, you're not going to even know about it.

Also also, there are age and gender limits on some of these. The woman and her daughter behind me in line, mom couldn't get into RWRB because she was one year past the age cutoff. Conversely, some movies you need to have children of a certain age. Keep that in mind when signing up for the really early ones. The press screeners are rarely that picky, though they did actually ID check for Kingsman (no others, not even other R rated films).

The more you sign up for, the more you redeem, the more you get invited to others. There have been many times where I have to choose which screening I feel like seeing because I've got offers for two or three films on the same night. Conversely, there have been times where I'm a greedy brat and go see the same movie across multiple screeners, but that's only happened like ... twice, because it was Eddie the Eagle, and three of my friends wanted to go but never on the same night, so I took them different times lol, and then the other was for The Wedding Ringer, which was never full so it didn't matter.

And I know there are other sites out there, but these are the ones I'm signed up on that I can recall. I get a lot of emails from these ones, and thus more chances to see films early.

Also sorry if my links are broken. I'm pretty sure I did them right but who even knows anymore lol.

[simlaninmagic]

Hello Everyone,

Back again to post another random scene dump.

All the scenes were made in Blender 3.0

They should all work in CYCLES AND EVEE (I mostly use CYCLES)

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My Master List!

Key:

if there is a ‘♡’ in front of the title it is a smut!

if there is a ‘☆’ in front of the title it is light smut/talks of smut!

if there is a ‘✻’ in front of the title it is just fluff!

Ryan Dunn!

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✻ Dating Ryan Head Cannons!

✻ How you two met!

✻ Premieres and Car Doors!

♡ Size Kink hcs w/ Johnny and Ryan!

☆ Johnny, Ryan, and Bam Dating a High Maintenance Girl!

Johnny Knoxville!

♡ The Office of Love

✻ How you two met!

♡ On the Floor!

✻ Johnny x shy gn!reader!

☆ Lime, Salt, and Tequila!

♡ The "Enhancement" Pill!

✻ First Tattoo!

♡ Size Kink hcs w/ Johnny and Ryan!

♡ Road Head!

♡ Playgirl!

✻ Car Rides and Confessions!

☆ Johnny, Ryan, and Ban Dating a High Maintenance Girl!

♡ Birthday Girl!

✻ Johnny Dating Bams Sister HCs!

✻ Uptown Girl!

☆ Johnny Dating Hollywood sweetheart!reader!

♡ Johnny’s Hands!

Bam Margera!

✻ How you two met!

♡ The Love Hotel

♡ Stress Reliever!

✻ Honey I'm Home!

♡ Size Kink hcs With Bam!

☆ Johnny, Ryan, and Bam Dating a High Maintenance Girl!

✻ Jealousy!

☆ Bam Dating Rockstar Reader Headcannons!

☆ Bam Dating Itgirl!Reader!

✻ Bam Dating Itgirl!Reader 2!

✻ Bam Dating Scary Metal Head!Reader!

✻ Bam Dating Shy!Reader!

Steve-o!

✻ How you two met!

☆ Body Shots!

✻ Lover Boy!

✻ First Tattoo!

✻ Dating Steve-o Headcannons!

✻ Camo Swimsuits and Alligators

✻ Surprise!

✻ Dating a High Maintenance Girl 2!

✻ Steve-o Dating Actress!Reader!

Chris Pontius!

✻ How you two met!

✻ Chris Pontius Headcannons!

☆ Wearing His Clothes Headcannons!

♡ Size Kink hcs with Chris Pontius!

✻ Bad Day!

✻ Dating a High Maintenance Girl 2!

✻ Chris Dating Guitarist!Reader!

Brandon DeCamillo!

✻ Brandon DeCamillo headcannons!

✻ Cuddling with Dico After a Fight!

Dave England!

☆ Friends with Benefits!

✻ Dating a High Maintenance Girl 2!

Ehren Mcgehehey

✻ Dating a High Maintenance Girl 2!

No Specific Member!

✻ Jackass Camera Crew Hcs!

✻ How You Got Recruited!

Brainrots!

Ryan Dunn 1!

Ryan Dunn 2!

Ryan Dunn 3!

Ryan Dunn 4!

Ryan Dunn 5!

Ryan Dunn 6!

Ryan Dunn 7!

Johnny Knoxville 1!

Johnny Knoxville 2!

Johnny Knoxville 3!

Johnny Knoxville 4!

Johnny Knoxville 5!

Johnny Knoxville 6!

Johnny Knoxville 7!

Johnny Knoxville 8!

Bam Margera 1!

Bam Margera 2!

Bam Margera 3!

Bam Margera 4!

Bam Margera 5!

Bam Margera 6!

Bam Margera 7!

Bam Margera 8!

Bam Margera 9!

Bam Margera 10!

Steve-o 1!

Steve-o 2!

Steve-o 3!

Steve-o 4!

Chris Raab 1!

[powderblueblood]

ohhhh 18, 9, and 2 for your Steve and Eddie (any verse you'd like

interrogate me about my characters

you are FEEEDING MEEEEE i'm sorry this took me like a couple of days my brain had to power back up after the weekend

2. THEIR EMOTIONAL/MORAL WEAK SPOTS

hellfire & ice/sequel!eddie starts off as your garden variety drug dealer and progressively adds a couple more tools in his criminal belt as the years go on and honestly? doesn't really see that much of a boohoo about it. yes, it's what the world expects from all munsons, yes, it's bad bad work for bad bad men but eddie can't see himself working a straight job. ever. he's not equipped for it. and, he's made peace with the fact that he'll never be a rockstar (jk no the fuck he has not he's so bitter) so he's all, might as well make the wasted years i have on this stupid earth a little more interesting. he's got a little bit of a robin hood complex going on once we meet him in his late 20s.

clear cut!steve is also a criminal albeit the smoother kind, and kind of works off a similar thing of i've never been good at anything else, so this might as well be my career. except for steve, it's banking on how far he can get with that tireless, bottomless, all-consuming harrington charm. working in insurance, or whatever the fuck his father did, never quite scratched the itch of bold faced robbery that... well, robbery did. it's funny, though. steve's never had the aspirations towards grandeur that his fellow thieves have had, because he knows what it's like to grow up in a cushy rich household. steve's just doing it for the thrill of fooling everybody. and he is, by the way. fooling everybody. even you. remember that.

9. HUMILIATING MEMORIES

hellfire and ice!eddie, like.... do you mean his entire life up to this point and actually, beyond. he once got so unbelievably fucking stoned that he thought calling a phone sex line was a good idea but then once the sexy operator lady picked up, he got so freaked out that he could only talk in fozzie bear voice and he couldn't drop the bit for 20 minutes. fun conversation with wayne about that phone bill. he's also written so much bad poetry, so many embarrassing near-self insert stories (one of us, one of us) where he romances many a comely elfin lady. he once slipped one of these stories into chess club captain martha peterson's locker in freshman year as, like, an effort at wooing her but then he got pulled into the fucking guidance counselor's office because she said he was stalking him.

old hollywood!steve... again. regrets. humiliations. he has a few. one could be punching bela lugosi out after a stage production of dracula because he thought he was a real vampire (drunk). another could be punching out an extra on the set of the merry widow in 1925 because he was sniffing around mae murray, who steve was also sniffing around at the time (jilted). steve was replaced by 'that rodent-voiced bastard john gilbert' and the extra he clocked? none other than clark gable. among other embarrassments; not securing a finalized divorce from his first wife before he married his second (drunk), the time he fully pissed his pants when buster keaton played a prank on him during a seance (stoned), getting caught wailing for a second chance outside joan crawford's room at the garden of alla hotel (that woman was inside having lesbian sex).

18. THINGS THEY'LL NEVER ADMIT

old hollywood!eddie knows his entire career is based on fluke, but he's too embarrassed to nurture his real talent, which is writing. to be honest, he does stunts because he kind of has a death wish. not being able to express himself was killing him, but he was always too full of piss and vinegar and cowardice to kill himself. but now people see him, or what the studios have made of him, and it's glorious and horrifying and naked and fake and full of possibility that he's too scared to touch.

hellfire & ice/burning up & burning out!steve (moreso sequel relevant, but) has always thought lacy was a fucking weirdo honestly and blames lacy for nancy pulling away from him during his senior year, not like nancy becoming a person was a factor or anything... until they're older and steve and lacy grow increasingly fond of each other. he wishes he took the job that his dad laid out for him on a silver platter sometimes and married someone stable, like tina or whoever. steve's increasingly more anxious socially as he ages, knowing that most people see him as some kind of joke, but he has to put on the face and be the guy, whatever that means to him in 1994. he's terrified that he's built his life around constructs that are flimsy; being independent from his family, following a path when he's not sure of himself as a person, desperately trying to make the thing with nancy work when she's there because he's familiar and he's there because he's afraid.

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Strawberries & Memories - Chapter 3 - Sweeter Side

Hi. This is the third chapter of my new book. I'm really excited about it and it would mean a lot if you shared it or gave me some feedback on it.

Summary for Strawberries & Memories: Anna went to the Coachella Music Festival to finally see her idol perform in person. Little did she know that would end up changing her life forever in ways she never even dared dream of. But everything comes at a cost.

Chapter index

Chapter 2

Harry has been a bit too cheerful.

Ever since I told him I’d be down for anything he wanted to show me, he’s had this extremely coy little smile on his face, glancing over at me every few seconds.

We’re on our way back to my hotel. Harry wasn’t happy with my outfit. He said I would need something more functional. And jeans aren’t cutting it for him, apparently.

When I pointed out that his trousers are tighter than mine, he smugly informed me that he has a change of clothes in the back of his car.

He still won’t tell me where we’re going or what we’re doing.

I’ve been trying to wrack my brain for the past five minutes, having given up on trying to make him cave and tell him what he’s got planned for us. But everything and nothing is what I’m left with.

Maybe he just wants to do yoga by the Hollywood sign. Or do water aerobics fully clothed at a random pool. Or maybe a fountain. It could be some rite of passage of some sort. You never know.

But whatever it is, I want to know.

“This is your hotel, right?” Harry points to the run-down looking hotel to our right, turning down the volume of the radio. The radio host’s chatter now drowned out by the sound of the engine still humming.

I nod, “Yeah. I still feel like I need to wash down your whole car now.”

I seriously do not understand why on earth he would let my dirty ass into this car. It’s white. And shiny. And beautiful. And more importantly, it’s a fucking Porsche.

“What do you mean?”, Harry asks confused. “Unless you threw dirt on it or something, there is nothing for you to clean.” He doesn’t let me explain, he just fully turns his body towards me, his expression turning hard and accusing, “Did you throw dirt? Why would you do that when I’m being nothing but nice to you?”

I raise my hands in surrender, “I’m sorry, H. it was just too tempting. Your car is so sparkly and expensive.”

“You’re a force of evil aren’t you?” Harry shuts off the engine, giving my shoulder a squeeze before he reaches for his door handle, “And you look great in my Porsche.”

Out of my say or control, I can feel blush spreading embarrassingly fast on my cheeks. But I ignore it, taking a deep breath to gather myself before I join him where he’s waiting patiently on the passenger side of the car, offering him a small smile as I carefully let the car door fall shut.

“Come on, then.”, I say when I hear the sound of the car lock. Harry trails after me when I make my way through the lobby and into the elevator, keeping his hands clasped behind his back the whole elevator ride. A comfortable silence blanketing us in the short time it takes the elevator to get from the ground floor to the 5th.

I turn around, walking backwards in the direction my hotel room is, making sure to look Harry in the eye when I talk. “There will be a few things. Here and there. And on the floor and stuff. You.”, I point at him to further my point, “Don’t judge. I’ve been busy.”

I have been very busy. Mostly holed up in there with my laptop and notebook jotting down every thought that’s passed through my head when I wasn’t sitting at the café or talking with Harry. Tidying it and cleaning haven’t really been a priority.

There has also been a constant do not disturb sign hanging on the outside of my hotel door. It’s still there.

Harry shakes his head with a laugh, “Ok, darling. I promise I’m not gonna judge.” “Do you pinkie promise?” I offer my pinkie, stopping momentarily to let him wrap his around mine and squeeze. “Promise

So it turns out Harry’s idea of sight seeing is quite what I’d pictured it would be.

“Come on. We’re almost there, Anna. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I don’t even wanna look at him right now. How can one person be this cheerful while doing such a torturous thing? By choice.

I such in as deep breaths as I can, the sun making me have to squint my eyes. “You said that five minutes ago too, H”, I sigh. This is actually torture.

“It’s just up there, I promise.”, Harry offers me his water bottle. I accept it gratefully considering I finished mine a while ago, but just take a tiny sip. I’m not that horrible. After screwing the lid back on, I hand it back to him, thanking him profusely.

“Ready?”, he asks even though he’s already started walking again.

Reluctantly, I do the same, ignoring the burning in my thighs from the abuse the poor things have been put through.

This might be a sign that I should work out more often, because Harry is smiling at me when I catch up to him even though he is 100% doing this whole hike a lot slower for my benefit. Which is something I really appreciate.

Maybe this is a sign that I should work out more in general.

But one thing that’s for sure is that Harry wasn’t joking when he said the view from the top is to die for.

On one side there is ocean stretching as far as your eye can see. Different shades of blue mixing and blending together as the waves crashes against the shore. On the other side it’s green. Green with little spots and spaces of purple, yellow, tan and red. But it’s too far away for me to be able to see what it is.

The air, unlike on the beach where you could basically taste the salt from the ocean, is fresher than ever. Every breath feels like all the filth from the city is being cleansed from my lungs. The only form of civilisation I can see is the road we took here and the small town a little away from the small mountain we just climbed.

“I told you it would be worth it.” I don’t even have to see his face to know that he’s smug about being right. “You can say it, you know.”

This isn’t going to be good for my ego. “Yes. You were right. But.”, I turn on my heel so I’m looking at him and not the view anymore, “I still think you’re a horrible person for dragging my lazy ass up a whole freaking mountain for a view.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise in surprise, his lips pressing together to supress a smile.

There is a light sheen of sweat on his skin. But really, it’s just giving him a nice glow where the sunlight hits him.

I have no idea how he makes sweat look like that. I’m 99% certain that my sweat makes me look more like a drowned whale than anything. It’s unfair and there should be some rule against people making everything look good.

“You’re just hungry.”, Harry waves me off, “Once we’ve had something to eat, you’re gonna be able to appreciate me taking you here.” “Don’t sound too confident about it, pretty boy. I hold grudges.”

He doesn’t seem phased by my threat, instead he just nods, “Sure, grumpy. Let’s go.”

“Wait.”, I chase after him, careful not to trip over my feet or any loose rocks, “I thought we were going to enjoy the view.”

Harry is already walking at a fast pace down the hill again that we just came up.

I swear to God this man-

“You snooze, you lose, Anna.”, he just yells over his shoulder as I am tiptoeing as fast as I can after him.

If I survive this, I’m gonna cut off a piece of his hair.

It took us a good one and a half hours to get back to his car. My life flashing before my eyes several times.

I’m just thanking God that Harry has quick reflexes.

The journey down wasn’t much different from how we spent the one up. Only instead of me mostly keeping my mouth shut from lack of oxygen, it was out of either concentration in order not to die. Or to admire everything I didn’t have the patience to earlier.

Everything from the random, little flowers scattered to a wild animal we passed. I am not going to admit it to Harry, he doesn’t need to be told he’s right anymore today, but I kind of understand his whole thing about nature being freeing or whatever.

There was something oddly peaceful about not being surrounded by people milling around and cars packing the road.

Surprising, I know.

 “You don’t look like you want to kill me.”, Harry breaks the comfortable silence that’s been blanketing us since we settled into his car and he told me he had another place to show me.

I lift my head from the window where I’ve been resting it, turning to look at him. “It’s the Porsche. I’m telling you.”

“I see.”, he hums. “So, the best way to stay alive after dragging someone on a hike is to have a nice car?”

I nod, patting his hand, “I’m afraid so, H.”

Harry blows out a breath, shaking his head in defeat. “The world we live in, Anna.”, he stares right at me, “It’s beyond saving.”

“How about this?” I gesture to the small town we’re just entering. “This also beyond salvation?”

But it’s the stark opposite of where I’d imagined that we would be going today when he said he wanted to show me his favourite places. I’m not really sure what I did picture. But it was for sure not hiking or visiting a small town two hours out of LA with the sun starting to set in the distance.

Instead of there being busy streets and tall buildings everywhere with noise and smells that never lets up, it’s quiet. The houses are all charming and inviting. Every one of them with a front yard and one or two cars parked in the driveway. There are kids playing outside without a care in the world.

It reminds me of the kind of towns you’d read about in a romance novel. With the boy next door and the small high school. The town where everyone knows everyone and their business.

I can see why Harry likes it here.

A soft smile that can only be described as fond has settled on his face where he keeps the car moving slow enough to take in everything without risking running over something. As if he is taking it all in for the first time.

“I came across this place back in 2016, you know.”, Harry starts, making me straighten up in my seat so I can give him my undivided attention.

He takes a beat before he picks up again where he left off. “I had some time where I didn’t know what to really do with myself. It was weird, you know. So a friend of mine and I had seen some photos from the hill we were just on, and decided to go there.”

“He went straight home when we finished the hike, but I’d seen the lights from the top since it had started getting dark. I was hungry and needed to use the bathroom. That’s all I wanted here.”

I nod when he glances over to me for him to continue. He does. “I ended up going to this little bakery. And even though it was almost time for it to close, they had the best hot coco and apple pie I’d ever had. The woman who owns the bakery, Molly, she’s the sweetest old lady ever. Her grandkids help her out after school, but it’s mainly her and her daughter who handles it.”

“Sounds like you love it there.”

“I really do.”, he agrees. “I’ve been coming here whenever I’m in LA for more than a few days ever since. It’s nice to have a place where you can go to just relax and still not be alone, you know?”

I don’t even know what to say, so I sit quietly processing everything he just said until he talks again. “That’s where I’m taking you right now.”

Struggling to keep myself looking like a human being and not a goldfish, I clench my teeth so hard it feels like they’re going to break. Don’t cry is being chanted repeatedly in my head. Because I refuse to cry. I am going to take a deep breath and calm down right now.

Fuck Harry for making me emotional right now. I’m cool. I’m stoic. I don’t cry over someone sharing a personal, really cute story. That’s not me.

He must take my silence as me not liking his plan because he is apologising and rambling and by the time I can stop him, he has stopped the car and pulled out his phone.

I snatch it away from him, turning it off after noticing the notes app was open. “Harry.” I grab his shoulder to make him stop talking. “I would love to go there with you. It’s a brilliant idea. I was just taking a minute to not cry. Because that would’ve been embarrassing.”

Harry’s shoulders sag in relief, wiping imaginary sweat off his forehead while heavily exhaling, “Thank God. And yeah, I agree. Wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself either.”

“Hey!” I shove him playfully. “You’re so mean today.”

He shoves me right back, his dimples popping out when he smiles, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope.”

“Great. Then let’s go.” Harry unfastens his seatbelt, gathering his phone and wallet before he leaves the car. I do the same, reaching into the back seat to grab my tote bag. I take a moment to pat myself on the shoulder.

I didn’t embarrass myself that much.

The second I’m out of the car, I can’t help but fish my phone out of my pocket and snap a photo.

There is a small park with a playground and a pond. Flowers are blooming along the edges and in clusters. There are benches placed by the cobble stone path running through the park.

Shops and what looks like restaurants are one side of the park and more houses on the other. The sun set casts an orange glow over buildings.

It’s idyllic is what it is.

“This actually feels straight out of a romance novel.”, I tell Harry when I feel finished with marvelling at the simplicity of the town.

He grins at me, pushing his hair out of his face, “I see what you mean. Maybe that’s why I love it here so much.”

With that we make our way to the bakery.

“It’s so pretty!” I can’t contain my excitement when he points it out, nearly speed walking to get there faster. Harry laughs as he walks faster to match me in my hurry.

The walls are painted a light pink and there are potted, green plants on either side of the white, door. The windows are big and inviting and the name of the bakery is written on the sign hung above the door.

‘Sweeter Side’

Ok, if that isn’t one of the cutest names for a bakery, then I don’t know what is.

I’m surprised by the warm smell of baked goods filling my nostrils when Harry reaches for the door handle. The bell rings when he pushes the door open.

It has a bell.

The second the door closes behind us, a small, old lady with white hair and big glasses is peaking her head out from a door in the right corner of the bakery behind the display and register.

Her expression goes from surprised to complete joy as she hurries her short legs to us “Harry, love! It’s been far too long.”

“Molly!”, Harry matches her excitement, meeting her halfway to engulf her in a warm hug.

They’re laughing as they take their time, greeting each other and it warms my heart seeing the genuine happiness on both their faces.

Molly then seems to notice my presence and waves me over. Harry steps to the side so I can stand next to him as he introduces us, “Anna, this is Molly. Molly, Anna.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”, I hold out my hand to her for a handshake, but she swats it away, pulling me into a hug.

“Call me Molly, sweetheart.” She’s warm and it feels like a hug your grandmother would give you.

“Ok, Molly. It’s so nice to meet you.” I hug her back, not letting go until she does.

The nervousness I had been feeling before I met Harry on the beach earlier today has been completely erased along with the little nerves I had about Harry taking me to somewhere special to him.

“This place is so nice.”, I praise her when she lets go of me. “And it smells delicious.”

“Oh, thank you darling. It’s small, but I like to think it is.”, she thanks me, humbly. “Harry here gave us the sofas over there.”

“He did?” I go over to the sofas she pointed at. Two identical, white, sofas with a floral pattern and soft-looking, pastel green and pink throw pillows. “They fit perfectly here.”

I settle into the closest one, sighing contently at how comfortable it is. It literally feels like sitting on a cloud.

And they do match the other interior and decorations perfectly.

The homey feel of the little plants everywhere as well as the paintings hanging on the wall. The shelf next to the bread display with framed photos. They’re too far away to be able to see what they’re actually of clearly, but I’m assuming they’re family photos.

Harry sits down next to me, his arm draping over the back of the couch. “Where’s Molly?”, I ask confused when I notice she isn’t here anymore.

“She went to the kitchen to finish making our coco and pie.” “Shouldn’t we go help her´”, I go to stand up, feeling guilty that we’re leaving the sweet lady to do everything herself. But Harry grabs my wrist, preventing me to go anywhere.

“She won’t let you. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

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