#not sure if this needs to be said but I got nothing against the actress this is just about the dress

[greenvillainredemption]

Sooo I’m not sure if this costume leak is legit because it really does look like a halloween costume, but I do like the basic shape of it and wanted to see if it’d be better with different colors that more closely matched the original. Honestly I’m not super picky about cartoon-to-live-action accuracy at this point, but the yellow skirt was just so eye-bleedingly bright.

[mitch-the-silly]

Could you write a nsfw Vox x fem!reader where Vox comes home from work, feeling really stressed and asks for the reader’s consent if he could relive that stress on her? Like he’s being really rough on her and maybe praising her too? 👉👈 Nothing too extreme though, and I find consent sexy.

HELL YEAHHH I CAN!! This is exactly what I was waiting for!!! A reason to write Vox smut. What can I say? I'm but a simple creature.

Vox would for sure do that relieving stress via sex thing. Especially since he's always pressed about something and because I like to think he's at least a bit of a manchild.

Anyway, thanks for the request!!

"Take a Breather or Two...?"

Vox x fem!Reader NSFW

MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: NSFW, Stress relief sex, praise kink, rough sex

You sat silently on the bed that you and Vox shared. With your headphones on, listen to whatever it was that the shuffle button deemed fit for that moment. The feeling of the silky, dark grey sheets against your skin felt heavenly. Vox was going to be home any moment now, and you’d be there to greet him as always. It was simply the way things had been for a while now. He’d work, and you’d spend some much-deserved time with him at home.

You heard the door open and immediately sat up on the bed. However, the slamming of the front door was what made you raise a brow.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” Vox yelled from the living room. He finally entered your shared bedroom, untying his bowtie and sitting at the edge of the bed. He stared at the wall for a second then, covering his eyes with his hands, he kicked the air in frustration. “Ugh, you have no idea what a day I’ve had…” He sighed.

“What happened? Tell me…” You spoke, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them. He let out a small relieved breath as you did this. After that, he continued.

“First of all, Alastor fucking tried me again today! Not to mention that I had to cancel three of the ten shows that generated the most revenue because the lead actress was taken out in the last extermination and we didn’t know because she went on vacation and said she’d be back in a month. And on top of that Valentino has been throwing the most stupid tantrums. Ughhh!” He vented, “I need to take out some steam.” He gave you a bit of an unrecognizable look. He seemed to be generating an idea. However, there was no way for you to know without asking.

“That sounds like a good solution, Voxxie. You got something in mind? I can see the gears turning in your head~” You teased.

After pondering his idea for a brief moment, Vox continued proceeding to speak his mind. “I want you.” He spoke bluntly. “Yes, fucking your brains out would make me feel so much better.” He added, his breath shuddering slightly. He scooted closer toward you and caressed your face gently. “Can I do that baby~? I’ll only do it if you let me…” he pouted. Almost begging, but based on his tone, it was apparent he was willing to drop the subject if you did not want to do it.

You nodded softly. But that wasn’t enough confirmation for him. “No no, use your words.” He replied in a commanding tone.

“Yes, I’d like that. It sounds like fun.~” You spoke, this time telling him outright that you wanted this.

Vox nodded, “Ok, I’ll try not to be too rough. Just… fuck you’re so fucking sexy…~” He sighed, letting out a desperate little exhale.

Vox reached for your hips, instantly pulling off your pants along with your panties. He wasn’t one for teasing when he needed it. Without wasting a second, he split your legs open, gently tracing the inside of your upper thighs. He licked his lips desperately, determined to make you feel good before he fucked his anger out on you. He leaned his head towards your private area, giving your clit a gentle lick.

You shuddered in pleasure, letting out a small whimper. This drove him absolutely mad. So much so, that he could feel the need to continue this coming from within his core. So he licked along your labia, circling your clit hungrily until you were just as wet as he wanted you. The sounds of your juices gushing as he licked you up, oh it was making him want to do all sorts of things to you. And thus, after hearing how wet you were now, he stopped.

He sat up, looking at you with a certain hunger in his eyes. There was a primal need for more taking over him, not quite clouding his mind but filling him with a haze. “You’re being such a good girl for me.~” Vox cooed, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down to his knees. He scrambled to his waist area and took his cock in his hand. Needily aligning himself to your entrance. The sight of his cock on your labia made him shiver impatiently. He rubbed his tip on your clit, gasping out a small shudder

After getting a gasp out of you, he smirked, inserting himself into your entrance. “So tight for me~” He chuckled, very slowly moving in and out of you. You moaned relentlessly, wrapping your legs around him as he mercilessly bucked his hips into you. The sensation made you moan out his name. Reaching out to hold him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He indulged in its taste, savoring your mouth with absolute ecstasy. The second he parted the kiss, he bucked his hips faster.

Vox’s screen began to lag, the image of his eyes freezing up as he looked directly at you. “Fuck~ You’re so fucking pretty like this~ So good for me~” Vox groaned, his voice distorted and sort of glitched out. It was way too obvious he was enjoying himself.

“Ahh~! V-vox, I’m… I’m close…~” You whined, bouncing back as he pumped himself into you.

“You wanna cum baby~? You want me to make you cum~?” Vox cooed, groaning, desperately chasing his own orgasm. You nodded desperately, whining, feeling a warmth pool up in your insides. He was making you feel so good that you couldn’t turn thoughts into words anymore.

Vox let out a laugh, an amalgamation of amusement and absolute arousal. The flat-screen television he had as a head began sparking as his strokes became more uneven and deep. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me~ So fucking good…~ You’re gonna make me cum so deep inside you…~” He slurred, seemingly so high on the pleasure that he didn’t seem to give a shit about the malfunctioning lights in the room. He took in the sound of your moans and pants, letting the vibrations course through his being. He had to feel you cum around his cock. He needed to feel it. So he reached his hand down towards your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. You squirmed under his touch, an orgasm approaching faster than before, and you bucked your hips into him. And as you began to get tighter and tighter, the lights began to flash faster. “Yes~… Yes…~ So fucking pretty all stuffed up with my cock…~ Look at that beautiful fucking face…~” he groaned in absolute adoration.

And suddenly, with a hard thrust and a loud grunt, Vox found the climax he so sought, darkness engulfing the once-lit room, his monitor showing the “ERROR” screen. Yet, he didn’t dare stop the way he was touching you. Oh no, he needed to feel you reach your climax as well. He rubbed faster and faster, enduring the overstimulation of keeping you around him, your walls pulsating. He began to whine a bit himself, in all honesty. Until, finally, you arched your back in, your hips spasming as you eventually reached that orgasm he just needed you to have. The sensation of your walls around him, driving him absolutely mad. So much so, that the room’s power returned, but only for the split second in which your walls squeezed him in the midst of your climax. He’d never felt this good before and he swore he wanted more of this.

He pulled out of you, wincing at the sensation and then collapsing next to you. He tried to catch his breath, looking at you doing the exact same thing. Once he felt his breathing was stable, he got up and looked around for a towel. Once he found one, he returned to your side and cleaned you up. “There you go…” He chuckled, “You know, I don’t think that in all the time I’ve been in hell or in the years I was alive I've had sex this good.~” He smirked, pulling you closer, holding you by the hips. Looking at you with that same look of adoration he gave you before.

“You’re not stressed anymore, huh?” You chuckled, gliding your index finger under the bottom part of his monitor; returning his playful little smirk.

“They can go fuck themselves. My steam’s been blown.” He responded, kissing your lips one more time. Needless to say, this might be his go-to when he gets this badly pissed off.

[i4oba]

nct dream as… / movies 𓈒✳︎🪜

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✰ MARK — 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

“maybe it was the dose of alcohol in your system, or maybe it was just the rush of adrenaline you got from the people of the party, but when you looked into mark’s eyes, you couldn’t conceal your feelings at all anymore. it was all just fun and games, you weren’t amused at all, hardly deciding on giving attention to his antics… but here we go now – you, ready to throw up, while listening to him speaking his mind, saying whatever he could think of, while the only thing that filled your brain was only one thing: kissing him. kissing him right there and then, in the crack of a night at some random’s place, both taking place at the rusty swing. should you do it? does he actually want you, or are these mere mixed signals?

✰ RENJUN — THE HOLDOVERS

“he could’ve sworn this was by far the best point of his stay at the campus – or, rather away from there, as both him and his teacher took a trip to boston, as it was all supposed to be, am i right? ice skating, searching for books on the street, deepish talks and a screening at the movie theatre… he felt happy, relieved even, but how long is this going to last him? how long can he rely on the sole feeling of relief when he cannot be so sure when it’s gonna end all so suddenly? is he selfish, or is he rather self conscious? his arm was hurting badly, aching, as he leaned back, deciding last minute about what he wants to do – “i need a bathroom break” is all he says.”

✰ JENO — FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL

“he had to rub his eyes so hardly when he spotted you, ever so beautiful and ethereal in your light pink dress, smile so charming his heart wouldn’t stop beating way too hardly against his chest. he wouldn’t have thought you two would meet ever again, but here you were – a wedding (again), which was pretty much unwanted and rushed, but he couldn’t even think about how much of a bad choice it was from his best friend to marry this early. all he could focus on was the way you softly talked to one of the guests, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you simply nodded. you only looked up for a minute, maybe two at that, but you definitely noticed jeno’s gaze on yourself. you mouthed something at him, which took him a few moments to solve properly, caught off guard by the never forgotten beauty of yours. “i missed you, jeno”

✰ HAECHAN — NOTTING HILL

“when you looked at him, barely even paying a glance, his breath instantly got taken away by the sight of you. not only because of the fact that you were a top actress, wandering into his bookshop, but because you were stunning as well, glowing, brightly shining in front of him, seemingly searching for something through the shelves, sunglasses sitting atop of your nose. he could’ve easily just take a few steps closer to you, even offer some help, but he was way too flustered to even mutter his name if you asked him. but why would that even happen, right? he’s nothing, compared to you – an angel, he cannot quite capture. and then you came up to the counter, three books in hands… well, maybe he could…”

✰ JAEMIN — BEFORE SUNRISE

“standing next to the train, which would take him to paris, he simply just looked at you, stars in eyes and blush on cheeks, as he reached for your hands, thumbs caressing the back of them ever so slowly – his forehead against yours, you could breathe in the unsaid words that were playing on his lips endlessly, and you could’ve just kissed him, kissed him once and then a thousand times more, so he would never leave. but he had to leave, leave vienna behind, leave the journey behind, leave you and the mesmerizing feeling of blooming love between the two of you. his eyes were rather teary, as you bore into them. “we have to meet here again” you said, both hands on his cheeks, eyes full of certainity. you want this, more than anything. “ten years from now – the same place, the same feelings, the…” would that happen? ever again?”

✰ CHENLE — LITTLE WOMEN

“was he actually interested in the play you wrote or not, you did not even care, as you saw the way his eyes formed such definite half moon shapes, smile so bright and wide, you’d never seen such beautiful sight. he laughed so loudly that it was echoing in the almost empty attic for way too long, as you kept on acting with your sisters, relentlessly and enthusiastically, staying in role even after you saw chenle, wiping his tears of laughter. you took it as a sign – he liked it, he enjoyed it, which was all you needed to be reassured: you did good. not only you, as the writer, but your sisters too, little actresses and primadonnas. chenle wanted to say something, he was keen on letting you know whatever was going through his mind, but he kept it to himself. maybe later, maybe on a different day – maybe when he gathers his courage to tell you he’s madly in love with you?”

✰ JISUNG — DEAD POETS SOCIETY

“with utter and undeniable admiration, jisung simply just looked up from the trembling hands of his, that were previously laying on the crumpled piece of paper he had torn out from his notebook - he wrote the poem with pencil so the letters seemed and were pretty much smudged, but he didn’t even need the paper itsel, he knew his creation by heart, as he rewrote it thousands of times because of sheer anxiety. he wanted it to be perfect, he wanted it to sound like something whitman would adore, something rilke would’ve written in those early years. when his teacher’s voice finally reached his ears, he simply stood up, legs shaking, as he walked out to the front, barely being able to form words, as the fright got over him - “do it, son, i believe in you” was all he heard - he sighed, and then… “unbeknownst to me the feeling of…”

[hrtbeomi]

NEW ROMANTICS ⭑ PREVIEW .ᐟ

summary⭑with a new album release and a successful career, you find yourself on top of the world, except that you're completely alone and with no one by your side to celebrate and cherish it with but what happens when you meet a guy in a bar, sleep with him and then you find out he's one of the most famous actors of all time and he's gonna be your co-star in your upcoming debut as an actress? and what if all you need is him?

wc⭑0.8k warnings⭑mentions of being naked, not proofread

a/n⭑here's a preview of new romantics! i'm so excited for thiss, satoru actually knew who reader was (ofc) but didn't say anything cuz he didn't want to make it more awkward than it already was T_T

You woke up to the soft sunlight filtering through the hotel room’s curtains, as if on cue, you quickly felt your head throbbing not just from the alcohol, but from the realization of what had happened the night before as you felt something or someone else weighing down the bed.

You turned your head slightly and that’s when you saw him, a white haired man lying next to you, he was still asleep, his features built like a god and the light entering the room making him seem more beautiful than he already was, for a moment, you simply watched him, trying to piece together the fragments of the crazy night you had, then it all came back rapidly, the bar, the easy conversation, the magnetic pull between you two that had led to you being naked beside a complete a stranger in your hotel room.

Your heart started pounding as the realization kicked in. You slept with a stranger, or well, that's what you were thinking but for some reason he seemed familiar but decided to ignore everything as you searched for something to put on.

Your gaze went to the man again as soon as you found a shirt large enough to put on your naked form, trying to make sense of your feelings, the night had been intoxicating, a rare escape from the pressures of your erratic and busy life that now felt like a complete mistake.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, it was just a one-night stand, nothing more. You looked at the male, his breathing steady and his expression peaceful, you reached out to him, hand brushing lightly against his shoulder and as he stirred at the touch, his eyes stared fluttering open and for a brief moment, you just looked at each other, the weight of the night hanging between you.

“I think you should go,” you said softly but firm.

The stranger blinked, his sleep fading from his eyes as he processed her words. There was a flicker of something —surprise, maybe even disappointment—but he nodded, sitting up slowly, “You sure?” he asked with a grin.

You nodded, “You need to go, i have things to do today, and this wasn’t supposed to. . .well, i didn’t plan for this to happen.”

He studied you for a second, as if he was searching for something in you but whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find it. With a small sigh, he got out of bed, pulling on his clothes that were scattered around the room.

Part of you wanted to say something, to break the tension, but you couldn’t so you waited for him to get dressed while you drowned in a very uncomfortable silence.

When he finally finished putting his clothes on, he looked at you with a little almost nonexistent smile, “I'm Gojo Satoru, you?” he offered you his hand as he finished introducing himself and you widen your eyes the moment you hear him say his name.

Gojo Satoru? As in one of the most famous actors in the industry right now? This couldn't be happening, right? How the hell did you not recognized that snowy hair and beautiful blue eyes?

In that moment you decide that you're the biggest idiot with poor judgement that's ever existed and as you started spiraling into a bunch different scenarios that led to chaos, Satoru cleared his throat, hand still in the hair and waiting for it to be held.

“Uh. . .Yn, Yn Ln, nice to meet you, i think” you answered, feeling awkward the second you finished saying your name.

“Yeah i kinda figured you were,” Satoru admitted and you flushed because of course he knew who you were, he was at your album celebration, you invited him even if you didn't knew him, in fact, you didn't know him at all except for the fact that he was or is friends with one of your closest friends, Shoko Ieri.

How are you gona explain to her that you slept with her best friend? Would she totally kick your ass for doing it while drunk out of your mind or would she laugh in your face for such idiotic mistake?

However would her reaction be, you knew you were screwed but the man in front of you just smiled like he regretted nothing and truth is he didn't but you were ignorant to that fact and with that, Gojo Satoru said to you a "take care" before he opened the door and walked out, closing it softly behind him and leaving you alone to freak out.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the door before closing your eyes, this was just going to be another story you'd bury beneath your music.

But as much as you tried to convince yourself it was just one night, something that was over now. The thought of Gojo Satoru lingered in your mind.

You sighed, the reality settling over you like a weight you couldn’t shake when the sound of your phone ringing filled the room.

« Unknown Number »

“Hello?” You answered, unsure of what to say or do.

“Hey it's me, Satoru, wondering when we could meet up again?”

Oh you were so screwed.

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[abybweisse]

Ch209, Spoilers part two

⚠️ updated text ⚠️

Then we are back to what just recently happened -- Doll and Finny fighting over who's the enemy and who's the friend.

He's got all these opposing ideas in his head about who killed whom and why... and was it deserved... and why was he offered these chances? Those sorts of thoughts, though I know there's stuff missing in the quick translations by @bitterbutlr , but that's the gist of it.

Even Sebastian pointing out our earl's bad table manners at Lau's place is a fond memory for Snake, at least sort of. It is a time of determination, to not just step aside to his young master's older twin, who has usurped what our earl has gained.

Then the memories turn into cinematic records, as all these flashbacks were just Snake's life flashing before his eyes.

We don't even learn about the mysterious place he thinks he's from. I'm wondering if that information came from some of the snakes and doesn't actually apply to him.

He apparently was human (at least partly), born to a human named Sarah Campbell (or a similar name). She was an actress. This also comes from @bitterbutlr and maybe one other person on Discord.) The NEW! reaper notes nothing worth adding, and then there's the tamping sound of the "COMPLETED" stamp.

What I don't get is why this reaper looks at Doll holding Snake's body and doesn't think there's anything else to note. Ronald once said he couldn't tell who was the bizarre doll -- Ada or Layla -- without checking their records or catching them in the act of behaving like the first bizarre dolls they saw (on the ship). He needed to see Layla attack Baldo before he knew for sure it was her.

So... is this reaper going to leave the scene without confronting Doll? Doll doesn't look normal at this point... but perhaps this reaper just plans to stick to the basics...? William says it's all just a formality anyway, right? 🤔 🤨

If so, that really leaves it open for her to ask Undertaker to make a bizarre doll out of Snake.

He has a lot of memories about what he wanted in life -- mostly to find a family to belong to, where he can live in harmony with them. However, he also has memories where he's specifically and severely angry with "Smile" and "Black" and wants revenge on them. Undertaker could cherry pick the right memories to serve as episodes that make Snake loyal to real Ciel, or at least to Doll. If that happens, we might see Sebastian destroy Snake anyway, just like he warns about in ch51... for any Phantomhive servant who turns against their young master....

[hard-core-super-star]

Hello! How are you doing?

Is it okay if I request Hailee Steinfeld x female reader with cold heated(reader) x sunshine(Hailee). Like, where the reader has the soft spot for the actress?

with friends like you, who needs friends? [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: you had always said relationships weren't for you but a certain brunette seems hellbent on proving you wrong.

warnings: party + alcohol = drunk hailee; R doesn't drink, they just get to watch the chaos unfold; one (1) makeout session; hailee's puppy-dog eyes [yes, they need a warning]

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this is basically just black cat gf x golden retriever gf so do with that information what you will. hailee's a little bit kate bishop coded in this one but shhh.

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Was there anything worse than being forced to come to a party you didn’t want to be at? Turns out the answer is yes. Somehow, your friends had all decided to team up against you to turn tonight into an absolute mess.

Okay, maybe you were being dramatic but with good reason.

Your friends had found out about the significant Hailee-shaped soft spot in your usually impenetrable heart and they had chosen tonight to force the evidence out of you. The worst part of the whole ordeal is the fact that the party was technically your idea.

You had jokingly told Hailee she ought to hold more parties considering how gorgeous her house is and she wasted no time in planning one. There was quite literally no reason for the shindig you had been forced to come to but no one seemed to mind. No one except you.

Although you slowly stopped being such a grump about it the more you saw a certain brunette smile.

Unfortunately, your shift from annoyance to heart-eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends who keep sending you knowing looks every time you slip away from them to talk to an increasingly unsober Hailee. You had never been the type to feel protective over the people in your life but clearly, she’s the exception to most of your rules.

Including your rule against relationships.

“y/n!” Hailee’s voice greets you the second you step into her kitchen. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you!”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from teasing her for the noticeable slur to her words. “I’ve been in the same spot all night, Haiz.”

She makes a face at the nickname. Her disdain for you calling her had been made obvious a few weeks ago but you still didn't understand it. She seems to love it when people call her Haiz, why are you the exception?

“You've been moping on my couch since the party started,” she half-complains, half-informs.

“I'm not the party type,” you reply with a shrug. “And I'm not moping.”

“Then why do you have that look on your face?”

You raise an eyebrow in response which prompts the brunette to attempt to recreate your ‘moping’ look. You’re not sure if she’s trying to make you smile or if she’s making fun of you but you quickly realize you don’t really mind either way. Especially considering how cute she looks with that exaggerated pout on her face.

“I look nothing like that,” you say, the smallest of smiles grazing your face.

She shrugs. “True but I made you smile.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re the one with the crush.”

Your face heats up a noticeable amount, at least, that’s what the smirk Hailee wears tells you. You’re not one to be outmatched though so you do your best to recover. “I think you’ve got that backward, darling.”

Your hands grip her waist and you gently guide her backward until she’s trapped between you and a counter. You stare at her, waiting for the clever comeback that never comes. You worry you’ve crossed some invisible boundary when she practically lunges forward to press her lips to yours.

The action catches you off guard but you quickly recover, stepping closer and pulling her flush against you. It’s not the first time you’ve both gotten lost in each other but it leaves you breathless and trembling all the same. You never thought a kiss could make you question so many things about who you are and what you want yet here you are.

You had always swore off love and relationships and all the stuff that makes most people’s stomach flutter in ridiculous ways. You didn’t want any of that. At least, not until Hailee kissed you for the first time which turned into a second time which turned into many, many, more times. Times that left you wondering why the hell you’re so hellbent on not asking her out.

Right now is another one of those times.

You hold back a groan as Hailee bites down on your lower lip, a silent signal to get out of your head and back into the real world. You’re happy to oblige with her wish.

You part from her wine-stained lips long enough to help hoist her onto the counter you were so happily pinning her against. Her arms go around you in an instant, pulling you between her legs and holding you there as you lean in for another kiss.

You’re well aware of all the reasons why you shouldn’t be making out in her kitchen but they fade to nothing the longer she holds you close.

You’re forced to pull away when your lungs start burning from the lack of air. The tiniest, and most adorable, of pouts crosses Hailee’s face and you find yourself peppering kisses across her face to make her laugh. Your strategy works a little too well and soon the only sound you can hear is her.

You almost forget where you are until the sound of playful whistles and hollers fills your ears. You roll your eyes at the intrusion and reluctantly step away from the brunette, turning around to find Eiza, Billie, and Ella as the culprits. You can’t say you’re surprised.

“Oh no, don’t let us ruin the moment,” Ella says with a laugh. “You looked quite cozy, love.”

“This is why I never visit you when I’m in New York,” you reply, falling back into your usual, more aloof, personality.

“Guys, guys, she’s blushing!” Billie joins in. “I’ve never seen our resident heartbreaker blush before.”

You decide not to reply, knowing whatever you say will just be fuel for the fire of their teasing remarks. While you understand their jokes are coming from a good place, they get annoying quickly so you shoot Hailee a brief look before stepping out of the kitchen and finding your way back to your ‘moping’ spot.

Your peace doesn’t last long, however, and soon you’re joined on the couch by the four people you left behind. You can’t really complain considering the way Hailee curls up against your side.

You wrap a protective arm around her, ready to spring to action the moment she feels sick due to all the drinks in her system. She swears she’s ‘just tipsy’ but she very clearly chugged a few drinks in the moments before she joined you on the couch. It’s especially noticeable in the way she literally clings to you…not that you mind.

You sort of follow the conversation that flows easily between the friend group but you quickly realize Hailee’s been staring at you for the past few minutes. You turn your head slightly to face before you speak. “You okay, Haiz?”

There’s that look again. “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Why?” You find yourself asking, the rest of the party falling to the background.

“Because everyone calls me that.” The slur in her words becomes a bit more obvious this time. “And you’re…special. I want to be special to you.”

A part of you is aware that she’s just drunk and she probably doesn’t even know what she’s saying right now but the vulnerable glint in her eyes melts you all the same. “Hey, you are special to me. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

“But you don’t want me,” she argues.

“Who told you that?”

“You. You don’t date anyone. Not even me.”

Her words tug at your heart, mainly because she’s not wrong. You had told her that during your first night out together and pretended you didn’t notice the way her smile fell when you made it clear you weren’t looking for anything serious. A lot has changed since then, though, and suddenly the thought of being in a relationship doesn’t seem so bad.

“What if I told you I changed my mind?”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, y/n.”

“I’m not lying.”

A few moments pass while her eyes scan your face almost as if she’s searching for signs of trickery in your features. The most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen lights up her face once she realizes you’re serious.

In an instant, she leans in toward you and you force yourself to pull back. Her eyes open when she realizes you moved away, her adorable pout making a comeback. There’s a silent question in her features you do your best to answer.

“Babe, trust me, I would love to kiss you but there’s no way you’re going to remember most of this tomorrow.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“I know, you’re ‘just tipsy’ but still.” You reach up and run a hand through her hair. “My mind is made up.”

“You do know we’ve kissed before, right?”

“Are you going to spend the rest of the night complaining?” You ask, your tone more playful than annoyed. “I can just go home if you want.”

You don’t make any move to stand up but Hailee reacts as if you had pushed her off of you. She wraps her arms around your waist and practically buries her face in your neck. All you can do is chuckle and pull her closer to silently reassure her you’re not leaving.

You might be forced to endure more of your friends teasing you about how soft you are with the brunette but you don't care. You don't need anything else as long as you've got Hailee. And you know the same can be said for her.

[thegettingbyp2]

I love drama and protective Austin so how about one where Vanessa is hating on musical theater actress & being jealous & shady & Austin sticks up for you & calls her out.

8 Times a Week

A/N: So sorry it's taken so long but it felt so GOOD to sit and write again!

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The moment you heard the front door close, you were quickly wiping your eyes and shoving your phone between the couch cushions. Jumping up, you checked in the mirror to make sure that there was no mascara running down your cheeks and you gave yourself a watery smile before turning to greet your boyfriend in the hallway.

‘You’re back!’ you exclaimed, running over to him and practically throwing yourself into his arms, partly because there was nothing you needed more right now than to be wrapped up in him but mostly due to the fact you hadn’t seen him for three weeks while he was away filming and you’d missed him more than anything.

‘I’m back,’ Austin sighed happily as he held you against him, burying his head in your neck and breathing in the smell of your shampoo, a smell he’d missed for the past three weeks. Pulling back slightly, Austin’s came up to cup your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss that made up for all the kisses he’d missed whilst he’d been away. You let yourself relax into the kiss, focusing on nothing but the man in front of you and wanting nothing more than to order take-out and curl up on the sofa, watching movies with him. ‘You okay?’ he asked when he broke the kiss, noticing how your eyes were slightly red and puffy from where you’d been crying moments before he walked through the front door.

‘I’m fine,’ you replied quickly, not quite meeting his eyes. ‘I just missed you.’

‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ he asked, stepping even closer to you and running the back of his hand against your warm cheek, the cool sensation of his hand on your skin causing your eyes to flutter closed briefly. ‘You’ve been crying.’

‘No, I haven’t.’ You laughed, trying prove to him that nothing was wrong. But this was Austin and he knew you better than you knew yourself.

‘Please don’t lie to me, baby. Tell me what’s wrong and we can fix it.’

You sighed gently, knowing that Austin wasn’t going to let it go until you told him what was wrong. ‘It’s just some people on Instagram and Twitter posting some not too nice things about me.’

‘What do you mean “about you”?’ he asked, his tone growing dangerously calm as his eyes darkened slightly.

‘Just posting a video from the other night where I tripped onstage at work and making comments about how if I was actually good at my job, then things like that wouldn’t happen and that you deserve to be with someone who’s as talented as you.’ You spoke quickly and quietly, hoping that he wouldn’t hear, but he heard every single word.

‘That’s ridiculous!’ he exclaimed, pulling you into him and tilting your head up to make you look at him. ‘Baby, you don’t need to listen to any of that, okay? You’re incredible! I could never do what you do.’

‘You did do it,’ you said, laughter colouring your voice slightly.

‘No. I did a play. You do musicals, with all the singing and dancing, I could never do that over and over again,’ he insisted. ‘Show me the comments.’

‘No,’ you were quick to reply.

‘Why not?’

‘Because you made me feel better about the whole thing! I’m not even upset about it anymore!’ you tried to reason with him but the raised eyebrow you got in response only proved to you that it didn’t work.

‘I know that’s what you were looking at just now, show me and we can get rid of them yeah?’ he spoke gently, his thumb tracing back and forth over your cheekbone as you sighed, nodding gently before taking his hand in yours and pulling him with you into the living room.

‘Just…promise me you won’t get mad when you see who the comments are from, okay?’ Austin gave you a questioning look but nodded nonetheless, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better.

Once the two of you were seated on the sofa, you reached between the cushions to retrieve your phone before unlocking it and handing it to him. You knew the exact moment he’d seen who had wrote the comments because his entire body went still and you could’ve sworn that you felt the temperature in the room drop a couple of degrees.

‘You promised you wouldn’t get mad,’ you reminded him after a couple of moments of silence.

‘That was before you told me it was Vanessa making these comments about you. She has no right talking about you at all, it was fine when she was making comments when I was doing Elvis press because I’d not long broken up with her but to come for you?! I’m not putting up with it and you shouldn’t too.’ He gave you your phone back before pulling his own phone from his pocket and opening up twitter.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked warily when you saw him pull up a photo the two of you had taken on your opening night of your latest show.

‘Sticking up for my girl,’ he replied simply, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close while he began to type with his free hand:

The woman in this photo is the most talented woman I have ever met and I’m lucky enough that she saw something in me that made me want to give her a chance. She’s stuck by me through everything and I’ll be damned if I don’t do the same for her. This woman goes onstage in front of thousands of people 8 times a week and performs for them. So what if she trips over every now and then, the beauty of what she does is that it’s different every time and that she’s fucking amazing at it. And for anyone who has a different opinion, that’s fine but please, keep it to yourself. She has more talent in her little finger than most, Vanessa.

He clicked send and you couldn’t help the shocked gasp escape your lips when you saw that he’d actually called Vanessa out. ‘Austin, you can’t do that!’

‘I can! She needs to know that she’s not getting away with anything like this, (Y/N), I’m not going to come home to you crying over something that’s not true, know who it was that made you cry and not do anything about it. I love you so much and I hate seeing you upset, so I’m going to do something about it when it happens.’

You sat in a stunned silence for a couple of seconds, feeling like a weight had crashed into you as you realised just how much the man sitting next to you loved you. ‘I love you too,’ you whispered, your eyes tearing up again as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

A lopsided grin worked its way onto Austin’s lips as he looked at you. ‘How about I go get changed while you order food and we’ll spend the rest of the night on the sofa, how’s that sound?’

‘That sounds like something I’ve been waiting for for the past three weeks.’

[gingiesworld]

We Can Be Late Together

Main Masterlist

Lizzie Olsen x Fem Reader GiP 

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Angst. Death

18+ MINORS DNI

Lizzie pov

I was walking through the halls to get to my first lesson of college fast because I was extremely late. As I turned a corner, I bumped into someone who just turned and ran the other way. I huffed as I scrambled to pick up my things when someone came over and helped me gather my things.

"Are you ok?" She asked me with a soft smile as I nodded shyly. She had the most mesmerising eyes you could get lost in.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I whispered as she just smirked at me.

"Why are you whispering?" She whispered making me chuckle as she joined in. "I'm Y/n." She said as she held out her hand to help me up.

"Lizzie." I introduced myself.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." She flirted making me blush.

"I uh I'm late for English Lit." I said as I played with the handle of my bag.

"That's ok, I'm headed there now. We can be late together." She said as she held out her hand for me to take which I did and the butterflies went wild in my stomach. When we reached the lecture hall, the professor had already started the lesson and I hid behind Y/N since she towered over me and she didn't even stop me.

"You're late." They said to her as she just smirked.

"Someone bumped into me and I fell on my ass." She shrugged as she motioned for me to sneak in to a spare seat. My heart was beating out of my chest as I snuck to the spare desk at the back of the class.

"Ok then, please take a seat and copy what I have already written on the board." They said as she smiled and nodded before she made her way to the spare seat beside me.

"Hey mouse." She smirked as she got her books out of her bag beside me

"Mouse?" I questioned her as the professor shushed the class before droning on about what topics we will be covering this semester.

"You were all given a list of books that you needed to buy and read for this semester. I suggest you make sure you do." The professor said as they dismissed the class.

"So why did you call me mouse?" I asked Y/N as we both walked out of the class together.

"Because you were sneaky and got in without the nutty professor noticing you." She smirked as I blushed as she seemed proud of it. "It's the first time you've done something like that isn't it?" She asked me.

"Yeah it is." I said as I looked down embarrassed.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. This is college, we're all grown up now." She smirked as we walked to my next class.

"What have you got now?" I asked her.

"Basketball practice." She said as she started to jog away before she returned. "Meet me in the cafeteria at lunch mouse." She said with a smirk before she ran again. I couldn't help admire her as she ran through the corridor full of students. I couldn't help the silly smile on my face as I walked to Dramatic Arts. She made my first day so much better than I thought it would be. Drama went by fast and I was fast to leave the room because I wanted to see Y/N. She was a breath of fresh air and amazing to be around. Not to mention that she confuses me a lot. I feel like I'm attracted to her but I have only ever been with men before so this is new. Not to mention I am still a virgin. As I made it to the entrance I saw her leaning against the wall waiting for me.

"Hey." I greeted her with a smile which she returned an even bigger one.

"Hey, you ready for some food?" She asked me as she towered over me as I nodded. I could never get tired of her taking my hand in hers and taking charge as she pulled me towards the cue and grabbed two trays and handed me mine. "So what are you majoring in?" She asked me as she picked what she wanted.

"Drama, I want to be an actress." I told her as I picked my own food.

"Wow. So Broadway or Hollywood?" She asked me as she paid for both of our food without giving me a chance. She carried both of our trays to a table away from the busy students and we sat across from each other.

"Hollywood. I am not a Broadway person but NYU has the best Drama programme in the states." I told her as we ate. "What about you?"

"Oh I'm here on a basketball scholarship. I want to make it to the WNBA." She told me as she finished her food. "It's always been a dream of mine. I actually have a cousin who is an actress." She told me as I listened as she spoke about her.

"Has she been in any movies that I know of?" I asked her as she thought.

"Nanny Diaries, Eight Legged Freaks. Scar has been in a load more but I am useless with movies." She said as she finished her drink. "We both grew up here in New York together. So what about you? Where are you from?" 

"Well I'm from California, my sisters were actresses but now they live here in New York and run their own fashion label." I told her with a smile. It's nice to have someone about who knows what it's like to grow up with someone famous in their family. We were having an excellent lunch until someone came up to Y/N.

"Hey Y/N/N, Dee's having a party tonight, her parents are out of town if you fancy coming?" They told her as they looked towards me. "You can bring your girlfriend." They smirked and I could have swore that I saw Y/N blush as she looked down before looking at me. 

"Would you like to come?" She asked me as they left the two of us alone. "You don't have to if you don't want to." She said quickly as I was overthinking things.

"I do want to, it's just that I'm nervous." I whispered as she gave me a soft smile. 

"Don't be. We will go together and I'll stay by your side the whole night and when you have had enough we can leave together." She told me. 

"What time do you usually go?" I asked her as we both cleared our trays and walked to the exit.

"We can get there for 9pm." She suggested as we walked around the quad for a while before our last lesson. "What dorm are you in?" She asked me. 

"I don't have a dorm. I have an apartment just outside of campus." I told her softly as she nodded. "If you want we could always meet after last lesson and go get your clothes and head to my apartment and you can help me pick what to wear." I suggested as she thought about it.

"Yeah that sounds like a plan." She smiled at me before we parted ways. "Meet back here after lesson?" She said as I nodded with a smile before I headed off. My first day couldn't have gone better than it has and it's all thanks to Y/N. She has made it calm for me and I am forever grateful for her. I got to the quad first and waited for almost 10 minutes when I saw her running from the direction she left earlier. "I'm so sorry I'm late. The professor just kept droning on and on." She said as she caught her breath making me smile that she ran here just to see me. I need to stop reading into these things. 

"That's ok Y/N." I smiled at her as she grabbed my hand and led me to her dorm. We walked there together with our hands intertwined. We looked like a couple to the passing students. We approached a door and stopped as she opened it.

"It's not much because it's just me but I do need a quick shower." She said as she started to get her stuff together. 

"Just pack your things and you can have it at mine if you'd like." I said with a smile as she nodded. I watched as she packed it all into a duffel and grabbed my hand and led me out of the dorm. Luckily school only started on a Friday so we could get the curriculum for our subjects and it's the weekend. We walked on the busy streets of New York to my apartment building. My sisters made sure to get me an apartment in a building with high security so they knew that I would be safe. I smiled at the doorman as I led Y/N to the lift and pressed my floor number. It's nice to have someone who is used to all of this because if they weren't, her mouth would be hanging open right now. "It's only a small one bedroom but it's enough for me." I said shyly as she looked around before looking at me. 

"It's a beautiful place. Very homey with all of the plants." She said as she looked at me. 

"I love my plants, it soothes me to tend to them." I whispered shyly as she just gazed in to my eyes intensely. 

"I think it's amazing that you have an outlet for the stress and anxiety." She said as she placed her bag down.

"How do you know I suffer with anxiety?" I asked her shyly as she stepped closer and cupped my cheeks to make eye contact with me. 

"The way you play with your fingers and bite your lip nervously. The way your eyes search every room to find an escape or when you bite the inside of your cheek." She said softly. 

"You've only just met me today." I stated quietly as I was getting lost in her eyes.

"And I would love to get to know you more." She smiled at me as my heart swelled at her statement. After the serious conversation that seriously has me questioning my sexuality, we spent a while watching Star Wars and eating before we decided to get ready and leave for the party. As we walked through the streets of New York, Y/N wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kept me close which forced me to wrap my arm around her. Maybe it is just my way of saying the I wanted to be closer to her. We walked to a house which had a small basketball court on the driveway with a couple of people playing around as the music was blaring and people dancing and talking. "Are you sure you're going to be ok with this?" She asked me as I nodded with a nervous smile before she kept me close as we walked inside. We walked up to her group of friends and she introduced me. The one who invited us earlier was her friend from high school, Jack. Dee was the one who's parents owned the house and a few years older with a few of her other friends. I was quite nervous about them because some of them seem to be from the rough end of town but they were all welcoming. 

"Just keep her away from T." Jack warned Y/N who's grip around my shoulder tightened as she pulled me closer making me wonder who this T was. 

"What is he doing here?" She asked Jack quietly as I watched her expression become serious. 

"He keeps coming around with Mike. He keeps trying to get Sian back but she keeps rejecting him. You know he doesn't take no for an answer." Jack told her as Y/N looked around the house. "So just be careful. Both of you." She said before she walked away. I looked at Y/N who kept looking around for T.

"Who is this T dude?" I asked her as she fixed her eyes on me.

"You don't want to meet him." She said with worry in her eyes. "He is always sweet and gentle when you first meet but he is bad news." She finished as her eyes landed on a tall half cast man. He looked a few years older than us, he looked around Dee's age. He was stood talking with Mike before his eyes caught Y/N and myself before he walked over to us. 

"Y/N, I haven't seen you in a while." He greeted her as he kept looking me up and down making me uncomfortable. I felt Y/N's arm around me tighten as she moved me closer to her. "Who is this you brought?" He asked her as he kept his eyes on me.

"This is my girlfriend Liz." She told him as I looked at her in shock before I quickly acted on what she was doing.

"Hi." I said sweetly as I rested my hands on Y/N's toned stomach under the shirt. I watched as his eyes followed my hand and saw something flash in his eyes. "It's nice to meet you."

"Why don't we get a drink and we can get to know each other." He suggested with a smirk as his eyes never left me.

"We're good T." She told him bluntly making him scoff. 

"I'm sure the cutie can answer for herself." He said with a smirk as I could feel the anger radiating from her. 

"Y/N, Liz come over here." Jack shouted us both from across the room thankfully. I dragged Y/N away from T as I could feel his eyes on the two of us. "Are you ok?" Jack asked us both as we both just nodded. She handed the two of us a drink before Y/N downed hers and I finished mine before Y/N dragged me to a bathroom upstairs away from everyone. She locked the door and leaned her head against it before she turned to face me with worry and fear in her eyes. 

"I'm so sorry I shouldn't have brought you here. I thought he would have given up with trying to get Sian back but I was clearly wrong." She said as she paced in the small bathroom. "And I am sorry that I introduced you as my girlfriend. I hoped that it would stop him from wanting you but clearly it has made him want you more." 

"It's ok Y/N. I don't ever have to see him again if I don't come to one of these parties." I told her softly as she sighed. "Just don't blame yourself for this ok."

"Should we head home?" She asked me with a small smile which I just nodded in reply. She held my hand as she led me through the house towards the exit. Once we were outside and up the street she took a deep breath and looked back before we started to walk again. Most of the way there she was quiet and very cautious of her surroundings.. 

"What is going on Y/N?" I asked her finally having enough. She stopped in her tracks and gave me her full attention. 

"I'm just a little on edge." She told me with a small smile. 

"Just a little?" I scoffed as I folded my arms across my chest. "You have been looking around over your shoulder like you are waiting for something to jump out of the darkness." 

"It's just complicated." She said sadly. "Let's get you home and we will talk about it another time ok." She reasoned and I just nodded as she held my hand in hers as she walked me to my door. "Here's my number, text me when you're free next." She said as she stood by the door with her duffel as she put her number in my phone. 

"It's 2am." I stated seriously.

"I know." She replied. 

"You can't go back now. It's dangerous." I told her genuinely because I want her to be safe. "Just stay with me." I told her as she shook her head. "Please." I begged her and used my puppy dog eyes which usually help me get what I want.

"Now that's not fair." She sighed as she gave in and allowed me to pull her to my room. "I'll be fine sleeping on the sofa." She said as I shook my head. I have no idea where my confidence came from when I next spoke.

"I want to share a bed with my girlfriend and cuddle." I told her with my lip between my teeth. She groaned and followed me reluctantly. I got myself undressed as did she. I noticed that she wears boxers but thought nothing of it as we both climbed into bed.

"Before you ever call me your girlfriend, there is a lot that you don't know about me." She whispered as she lay on her back as I turned to face her. 

"What do you mean?" I asked her as she looked at me softly.

"Spending today with you has been one of the best days I have ever had since before Scar stopped visiting but you have made it much better." She started as I just gazed in her eyes. "And truthfully I really like you but not in a friend type of way." She finished. I caressed her cheek as I watched her eyes slowly close as she leaned into my touch before I brought my lips to hers. Our lips moved perfectly together. 

"I really like you too Y/N." I whispered softly as she smiled before she remembered something else. 

"Before you jump into this." She said as she pointed between us before she continued. "There's something that you should know because most people don't want to be with someone they would call a freak." She said as she took a deep breath. "I am intersex." She whispered ashamed of who she is. I just looked at her with a smile before I kissed her again. 

"I don't care about what you have in your pants. I care about what you have in your heart and I feel happy when I am with you. You made the most stressful day of the semester so far easy. I truthfully hadn't had any anxiety attacks because you kept me grounded." I told her with a smile and watched as she took in every word letting it sink in. "We should get some sleep." I whispered before she lay on her back and opened her arms for me to snuggle into. Which I done immediately. 

That was the start of us. We learned a lot more about each other over the first year of us dating. She met my sisters and they loved her but not like I do. She supported me when I left for my semester in Russia to become the best actress I could. Even my mum loved her when they met over christmas since her family was visiting her cousin in Atlanta and she wanted to stay with me. I went to all of her games and cheered her on. She looked so sexy with the sweat dripping down her body, especially when she wiped her face with her jersey showing off those abs that are only for my eyes. They were playing against UCLA tonight and I was sat in my usual spot with Jack as we cheered Y/N on. It wasn't until Jack froze and I followed her gaze to the other side of the gym and noticed that T had came and watched every move that Y/N had made. I don't know why but he still makes me uncomfortable even though I have only crossed paths with him a few times and thankfully Y/N was with me at all times. 

The final buzzer went off and we won. Jack and I ran onto the court and I ran straight into her arms pressing a hard passionate kiss to her lips. 

"You were amazing Y/N." Jack said as we pulled away.

"Thank you." She whispered before she looked back at me. 

"You definitely looked sexy with all of that sweat." I whispered in her ear making her raise an eyebrow and smirk at me. "Don't shower." I told her sternly but before she could answer we were interrupted. 

"Good game Y/N. Nice to see you still have it in you." T said as he stood beside Jack.

"Thanks." She replied with a tight lipped smile as she held me closer to her. I still don't know what his deal is because Y/N has yet to tell me. "We're gonna go so see you." She said as she led me towards the locker room with her. She let out a huge sigh when she noticed that we were alone in the lockers. 

"What actually happened with him Y/N?" I asked her as I placed my hands on her face. 

"It's quite hard to explain." She whispered with tears in her eyes. 

Y/N pov

I wasn't for this conversation with her over who T was. I felt her eyes on me, watching my every move as I changed before I took a seat and sat on the bench in front of her.

"T is my step brother." I told her quietly as her eyes widened in shock. 

"You said he is your step brother." She questioned as I just nodded my head. 

"He used to be ok when we were younger but then he just kind of changed." I started as she sat beside me listening to every word I said. "Especially when he found out about my urm condition." I took a deep breath before continuing. "He knew I liked girls since I was 12 but he didn't find out that I was intersex until I was 16. He walked in on me and my ex at the time as we were you know." I said as she just listened. "He was furious because my girlfriend was in her senior year and we just kind of hit it off and T didn't like that because he liked her but she chose me. He said that I turned her dyke and started to call me a freak and would beat me up because of it."  I said as I motioned downstairs as Lizzie nodded in understanding. "We just started to drift apart and then we became estranged and he only bothers showing up sometimes because he wants to get in to some new girls pants and that is how he sees you. Because I am happy with you. Happier than I have ever been with anyone, he wants to take that away from me because he thinks I manipulated Taylor." 

"Wow. That is a lot." She said as she stood up and faced me. "And you couldn't have told me sooner?" She asked me as she stood between my legs cupping my face forcing me to look into her gorgeous green eyes. 

"I was ashamed." I whispered as I forced myself to look away. 

"None of that was your fault. You are an amazing person Y/N, and I am falling for you. Since the day you said that we can be late together and took my hand in yours." She said with a soft smile as she tightened her grip on my jaw. I could see her leaning in and met her half way in a gentle passionate kiss. This is the place that makes me happy. She makes me happy. As the kiss turned into a make out session she straddled my lap and held my neck as I held her hips tightly as our tongues danced together. "I'm ready Y/N." She whispered as she gazed in my eyes and all I could see was a tiny slither of the green that I love. I gave her a soft peck and stood up and grabbed my duffel as we both walked hand in hand to her apartment. As soon as we were inside and I closed the door, her lips were on mine in an instant as she devoured me. She took control of the kiss as we walked to her bedroom.

Lizzie's pov

I was happy that she opened up to me, it shown me that she can be vulnerable with me and I admire her for that. But I am truly falling in love with her. She stopped her movements before she pulled away slightly to look in my eyes. 

"Are you sure about this?" She asked me as I pulled her in for another kiss. 

"I am sure. I want this. I want you." I whispered before she pulled me closer and kissed me harder making me moan as her tongue invaded my mouth. She helped me remove my shirt before she moved her hand to my jeans and undone the button and zip. She pulled them down with her as she got on her knees, her eyes never leaving mine as I stepped out of the before she stood up and caressed my cheeks while gazing in my eyes lovingly. 

"You are absolutely stunning Elizabeth." She husked out as I helped her out of her clothes, leaving the both of us in our underwear. I couldn't get enough of her toned form, the way her v line is always so prominent along with her abs. I pulled her back into me and kissed her again as she lay me down gently on the bed. I couldn't help the smile on my face as she was so gentle with me. She reached over to my night stand with a smirk at the box of condoms I had bought recently just incase. "You're prepared." She teased as she ripped one off the strip as I removed my bra and watched as her eyes raked over my chest. I could feel her hardened member against my clothed core as she was situated with her crotch in between my legs making me moan. 

"Please just have me Y/N. I need you in me." I whispered seductively before I bit my lip and watched as she fell silent. We both made quick work of our underwear before she put the condom on. 

"This may hurt at first." She said softly as she gazed in my eyes. "If you want to stop at any time, just tell me and I will stop." She finished as I pulled her in for a loving kiss. 

"I'm ready Y/N. Please I want you." I reassured her before I hissed in pain as she pushed her length inside of me. She waited until I was used to it before she started to thrust slowly, the pain slowly turning into pleasure. I let a moan slip past my lips before I pulled her down for a sloppy kiss. She started to increase her speed hitting a certain spot making me go wild. Luckily we have fooled around before so I know what to expect with the feelings and warning signs of my orgasm. She had only ever made me cum and never pressured me into pleasuring her if I didn't want to. It's not that I didn't want to, it's more I don't know what I am doing. My hands scratched down her back as I felt the pressure in my stomach building up signalling my release. "I'm so close Y/N." I breathed out as she went faster. 

"Me too sweetheart." She grunted as her movements became sloppier with each thrust as she chased both of our highs. "Fuck." She grunted as she unloaded into the condom as I moaned loudly as I came. She slowed down her thrusts to help ride out our highs before she pulled out and went to the bathroom. She came back with a wash clothe to clean me up. I winced at being sensitive which she apologized before she threw the cloth in the hamper before getting in bed beside me. I snuggled up to her with a tired smile as she wrapped her arms around me kissing the top of my head. I loved the feeling of her skin on mine. It made me feel safe. 

Over the next few weeks, the twins invited the two of us over for thanksgiving, they loved Y/N when they first met her which made me extremely happy. Y/N and MK were also inseparable when they were together. They are practically the same person which warms my heart that my sisters love her as much as I do. 

"Mum's coming a little later on. She wants to see Y/N. She's missed her." Ashley told me as we both prepared the ingredients for dinner as we listened to MK and Y/N shout at the tv as the football was on. I chuckled at the bond that she formed with all of my family because it seems that they rather see Y/N than me. 

"I guess no one misses me anymore." I teased her making her shake her head before she stopped to look at me before we both  looked over at the two troublemakers on the sofa. 

"It's just that you seem very happy. Extremely happy and we have never seen you like this other than when you are on stage at your school recitals. But to see that everyday because of that girl over there is the best thing that we can wish for for our baby sister. That's all we want for you. To be happy." She said softly making me smile. She wasn't wrong because she does make me extremely happy. 

"I'm in love with her." I told her shakily as she looked at me with wide eyes as I continued. "Since the day we met, she made me question things. A lot of things about the world but mostly about myself. I always thought that some girls were cute and sexy but from the moment we met I felt this need to be near her as much as I possibly could. I felt alive whenever she just held my hand. Whenever she would hold me the butterflies would go mental and I thought that I would actually take off with the amount of fluttering I felt in my stomach. She just makes everything easier. She makes breathing easier."

"You should tell her." She told me making me chuckle nervously. 

"But what if she doesn't feel the same." I whispered shakily as she just chuckled before she put her arms on my shoulders. 

"That girl is head over heels for you. The way she looks at you is like she would take a bullet for you. There is no doubt that that girl is in love with you too." She reassured me. The rest of thanksgiving went by quickly and it was amazing. Just with how she gets on with them. She made spending time with family so easy which made me extremely happy. We walked together as she had her arm wrapped around my shoulder as she kept me closer to her. The crisp fall air feeling fresh with each breath we took. 

"I have something that I need to get off my chest." She said as we stopped beside the Hudson River. I looked at her worried of what she wanted to say. "It's been eating me up for so long now and I can't hold it in anymore. Lizzie I have been extremely happy since you came into my life when I never knew I needed it. Everyday we have spent together has been hard because I have tried to not fall for you but I failed there because I am so in love with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life if that's possible. I want to watch you become a famous actress and walk the red carpet with you just to celebrate all of your success. I love you Elizabeth Chase Olsen. I am in love with you." She finished before taking a deep breath. I couldn't help the smile on my face at her revelation before I lunged forward and kissed her deeply. She held me close before resting her forehead on my own. 

"I am in love with you too. Since the moment we met you made me question a lot of things about myself and I managed to fall in love with you." I whispered as I gazed up into her eyes lovingly. "I'm sorry I'm not the best at speeches." I said earning a chuckle before she kissed me again tenderly. 

Over the next couple of years we supported each other with everything that we had done. She pushed me to go for an audition for this movie called Martha Marcy May Marlene. Which I got the lead and we celebrated together. We went a good few rounds in between the sheets and I was honestly amazed by her stamina. She gave me her necklace that she always wore around her neck. It was a silver chain with a St Christopher pendent which she got from her grandpa. I was reluctant to take it until she practically put it my neck herself.

Y/N pov

Lizzie was away filming her movie, becoming the big star that she deserved to be. I was at Dee's with Jack and the gang shooting some hoops with Jack in the driveway while the others were inside drinking and just having a laugh. 

"How's Lizzie doing, becoming a big movie star?" Jack asked as she passed me the ball from underneath the hoop. 

"She's loving it. It's exactly where she was meant to be." I told her with a smile as I thought about my girl. "I got her this bracelet for our third anniversary." I told Jack as I shown her the silver bracelet with the inscription 'We Can Be Late Together' on it. She gave me a confused look asking me to elaborate. "It was the first thing I said to her because we were both late to our first lecture and happened to have the same one." 

"Now if that isn't fate I don't know what is." She smiled at me as I went back to shoot again. We heard a car screeching down the road and before we knew it, shots were being fired. Both Jack and I tried to get out of range before we got hit. 

No One's pov

Jack looked up from the ground where she dived to get away from the spray of bullets. When the car had disappeared Dee came out followed by the guys to see the commotion. Jack tried to get up but felt a pain in her side and pressed her hand there and noticed that she had been shot.

"Someone call 911 now!!" Dee shouted as someone ran inside as Dee spotted Y/N in the driveway in a pool of her own blood. She ran straight to the younger girl laying on the floor unable to move.

"I can't feel my legs." Y/N said as she coughed up some blood. Dee looked at her and noticed that she had multiple bullet wounds. "Why can't I feel my legs?" She said as a tear slipped down her cheek making the older girl let out a sob. Dee didn't know where to put pressure since she is lucky to still be alive right now because she was practically a human pin cushion. 

"It's going to be ok." Dee tried to reassure them both. 

"Y/N!!" Jack shouted trying to get their attention. Dee looked at her and shook her head as Jack started to cry. She wanted to get to her best friend so she crawled to her side. 

"Ambulance is on its way." One of the others said as they stood over the three girls. Everyone stood around and watched as Y/N's life was slipping away with every second that she bled out. 

"See Y/N, it's going to be ok. You're going to be ok." Jack said as she held her side as Y/N gave her a weak smile.

"The bracelet. Can you make sure that Lizzie gets it?" She asked her best friend who had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Tell her I'm sorry I couldn't see her first red carpet." Y/N said weakly as she motioned for her pocket as she couldn't feel anything. Jack reached in and got the bracelet and promised to give it to her. "I feel cold." Y/N whispered as everyone was kneeling beside them as she slipped away as the sirens could be heard in the distance. Jack was rushed to hospital and treated straight away. She lay in her bed and looked at the box that held the bracelet as she also held Y/N's phone in her hand. She needed to tell Lizzie about Y/N. She deserved to know. 

Lizzie's pov

I was sat having a coffee with Sarah in my trailer while we were on break when my phone started to ring. Sarah smirked before she started to tease me about being in love. She was like another older sister that I needed, especially while being away from the one person who helped me through everything. 

"Hey baby." I greeted cheerily as Sarah made smoochy faces. 

"Hey Lizzie." Jack said from the other end sounding like she is in pain.

"Where's Y/N? Is she ok?" I asked her worried as to why Jack has her phone. 

"I uh I don't know how to tell you this but Y/N is gone." She said as she sobbed herself down the phone. I froze as I processed the news that I had just gotten. 

"She can't be. I just spoke to her yesterday." I said as I let the tears fall down my cheeks.

"I am so sorry Lizzie." She whispered as Lizzie could hear the beeping of a hospital monitor.

"Are you in hospital?" I asked her outright.

"Yeah. It all happened so fast. We were playing one v one in Dee's yard and talking about you and then there was this car and then a lot of gunshots. We both tried to get down as fast as we could but it was too late. I got hit in the side and Y/N, she got the worst of it." She said before she started to sob uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry Lizzie." She said as we both bid our goodbyes and Sarah walked up to me and hugged me. 

"Come on. We're getting the next flight out to New York and we can finish the damn movie when you're up to it." She said as she started to gather my things. I needed to tell the twins. This is going to kill MK. She loved her like a sister. They were always together whenever we went around. Fuck there's a lot to do. 

Once we landed in New York, Sarah came with me because she didn't want me to be alone. Ashley met us there and picked us up. She gave me a hug as I just cried into her shoulder. I didn't care if anyone saw because I just lost the love of my life. I know it seems dramatic saying that because I am still young but she was the love of my life. We drove straight to the hospital and we raced to Jack's room. She sat in the bed, she looked broken. Like she didn't want to survive. 

"Hey." I whispered as I knocked on the door as Ashley and Sarah went for some coffee. 

"You came fast." She said with a sad smile. 

"I got the first flight out. I need to see her." I said as I sat in the chair beside her bed. 

"The police have got her. Something about an autopsy not like they need to find a cause of death because we know how she died." She said angrily. "She should still be here." She said as she slammed her hand down on the bed. I held it in my own as my own tears fell. "She wanted to give you this." She said as she gave me a box. I opened and saw a silver bracelet with the inscription 'We Can Be Late Together' I cried even more as I remembered she said that the first day we met. The day that made me question everything. "She also said that she is sorry that she won't be there to see you become this big star and walk the red carpet with you. She was extremely proud of you." She finished as I just cried harder as she squeezed my hand. 

The funeral wasn't easier. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. MK and Ashley rented out Y/N's favourite bar for her wake so everyone could celebrate her life. The life that was taken too soon. She was taken too soon. She still had her own dream. That was the first time I had met the so called Scar. I was shocked when the Scarlett Johannson walked in the bar. She greeted Y/N's mum and step father. I noticed that T wasn't here which I was happy about. I sat at the bar with two drinks. My own and one for Y/N, her favourite beer. 

"You must be the girlfriend." I heard a raspy voice from beside me. I looked and saw Scarlett in all of her glory. I just gave her a sad smile and nodded before taking some of my drink. She ordered her own and noticed the one I had ordered for Y/N. "So you just want to get drunk." She smirked at me. 

"No that's Y/N's favourite. It's stupid I know." I dismissed quickly. 

"Hey, we all grieve in our own ways. I'm Scarlett by the way." She said as held out her hand for me to shake.

"I'm Lizzie." I said quietly as I looked at my drink before me.

"She told me a lot about you you know. How you wanted to become an actress all on your own without the help of your sisters. She wouldn't stop going on about that off broadway show you done." She said as she spoke about everything that Y/N would talk about. 

PRESENT DAY

Lizzie's pov

I was sat across from the interviewer as they asked when the first time I had officially met Scarlett. Which was years before we actually worked together. 

"So is that why you have that tattoo on your arm?" They asked referring to the tattoo that said 'We Can Be Late Together' and the date that Y/N and I met. 

"Yeah it is." I whispered as I smiled at a picture of Y/N and I from college that they had somehow gotten. 

"It was your husband who sent the picture in. As much as he we all love him, if Y/N was still here would you still be together right now?" They asked me as I gave a small smile as my heart tightened at the thought of her. 

"Yeah, we would be. As much as I love Robbie, Y/N was the love of my life. She came into my life when I needed someone to bring out that confidence I didn't know I had in me." I said as I let a tear slip. "I still cry about her today and what makes me love Robbie more is that he just comforts me. He doesn't care that there was someone who my heart belongs to. He admires the story of our relationship." I smiled as I thought about my wonderful husband. 

"Well it does sound like a true fairytale that ended all too soon." They said sadly as I nodded in agreement. "Did they manage to catch the person responsible?" They asked. 

"Yeah they did. They are serving life in prison now." I said as I hated thinking about the man who was her step brother who took her away from me. "She would have been playing pro basketball since that was her dream. She wanted to be in the WNBA. Her best friend from college plays for the LA Sparks and wears her initials to every game."

"That's sweet of her." They said as we concluded the interview. I went backstage and Robbie instantly wrapped his arms around me. 

"I want to see her." I said softly as he nodded as he led me to the car. We drove to the cemetery where she lay. Robbie remained by the car as I walked with the white lillies that we had bought for her. They were the flowers she always bought me when we were together. She would even have them sent to me on set when we first started filming. I knelt down not caring about the mud and my dress as I swapped the old flowers for the new ones. 

"Hey baby. I know I haven't been here in so long. It's hard to travel from LA to New York everytime I want to talk to you. That's why Robbie had a basketball hoop installed in our driveway with a plaque of your name on it. He is amazing, you would have liked him and his music. He never pushes me to move on from you like the others have. He understands that my heart lies here with you." I started as I wiped my tears away. "I did make it big like you always said and you always walk the carpet with me at every event." I said as I held the St Christopher that she had given me before I left to shoot for my first movie. "I never take them off. It's my way of having you beside me so we can be late together." I said as I cried, unable to stop the tears. "I love you so much. I just hope that you will wait for me." I finished as I kissed the headstone before resting my head on it as I just sat there in silence, remembering all of the good times I had with her and the plans we had. I'm still following through with our plans and dreams for her. 

[shadowqueenjude]

“Who is to say that Rhysand and his cronies are not agents of Hybern, all of this a ruse to get you to yield without realizing it?” Nesta murmured, “You can’t be serious.” Mor gave my sister a look as if to say that he certainly was. “If we need to ally against Hybern,” Thesan said, “you are doing a good job of convincing us not to band together, Tamlin.” “I am simply warning you that they might present the guise of honesty and friendship, but the fact remains that he warmed Amarantha’s bed for fifty years, and only worked against her when it seemed the tide was turning. I’m warning you that while he claims his own city was attacked by Hybern, they made off remarkably well—as if they’d been anticipating it. Don’t think he wouldn’t sacrifice a few buildings and lesser faeries to lure you into an alliance, into thinking you had a common enemy. Why is it that only the Night Court got word about the attack on Adriata—and were the only ones to arrive in time to play savior?” “They received word,” Varian cut in coolly, “because I warned them of it.” Tarquin whipped his head to his cousin, brows high with surprise. “Perhaps you’re working with them, too,” Tamlin said to the Prince of Adriata. “You’re next in line, after all.” “You’re insane,” I breathed to Tamlin as Varian bared his teeth. “Do you hear what you’re saying?” I pointed toward Nesta. “Hybern turned my sisters into Fae—after your bitch of a priestess sold them out!” “Perhaps Ianthe’s mind was already in Rhysand’s thrall. And what a tragedy to remain young and beautiful. You’re a good actress—I’m sure the trait runs in the family.”

Somebody said Tamlin had the rawest lines at the High Lord meeting, and god fucking damn I'm inclined to agree. I heard him spitting nothing but pure facts, cool as you like. I've said it once and I'll say it again: Love or hate the character, you can't deny that he is absolutely fucking right.

[cowgurrrl]

From the Dining Table

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: I feel like I should just leave the author’s note blank because there’s nothing I can do to make it better

Summary: “The love was there. It didn’t change anything. It didn’t save anyone. There were just too many forces against it. But it still matters that the love was there.” [4.5k]

Warnings: oh it’s so sad, mentions of bullying, hard conversations, goodbyes, June ruining everyone’s night yet again

Red Dirt Girl becomes the number one movie in America the first weekend it's in theatres. Box office numbers are insanely high, promising a high payout for everyone involved, and people are already talking about sweeping the competition during awards season. Peter sent flowers to your house to congratulate you, and you and Lilly are scheduled to do as much press together as possible before you leave for Ireland. It's the best-case scenario. So, why can't you let yourself feel good about it? 

Instead of basking in your accomplishments and the pride you feel for this project or going out to celebrate on the clear Friday night that settled over LA, you're packing boxes. You're only taking the things you can't live without, but going through your stuff and deeming what you need and don't is exhausting. The rooms in your house feel especially empty as you silently walk around, thinking your way through the tasks. You consider calling Ryan or your mom to fill the eerie quiet but decide against it. You'll have to talk about Joel if you call either of them, and you don't think you're ready for that yet. So, you open your notes app and try to find the strength to do at least one thing on your list of boring, necessary things that need to get done.

Your to-do list feels never-ending and daunting every time you glance at it. You haven't even thought about finding another manager despite it being the most pressing issue besides your move. You'd been with Mel since you came to LA and thought she'd be your manager for at least another four or five years. She wasn't perfect, but she always made sure your name was being spoken in the important rooms and fought tooth and nail for you. She was ruthless on your behalf. She got you to where you are today. That's not nothing. 

You sigh and pull your hair into a ponytail, debating on going through your books or closet, when a loud knock sounds from downstairs. To call it a knock is a little generous. It sounds like someone is pounding on your door, but you're not expecting anyone. You grab the baseball bat from your bedroom closet before walking down the stairs and approaching the front door. Your knuckles turn white around the grip as you peek through the peephole to see who could possibly be pounding on your door at nine pm. The second you figure out who it is, you drop the bat and scramble to open the door.

"Ellie?" You ask, cutting her off mid-raised fist. Her hair is in her face, and she's wearing her glasses, your porch light casting shadows over her eyes. A big backpack is slung over her big hoodie, and she looks distraught.

"My dad said I can still talk to you if I want. Is that true?" She asks breathlessly, and you look behind her to see if Joel or Sarah dropped her off but find nothing. You take a deep breath and nod.

"Come in," you say, opening the door wider for her to come in. She takes two long strides over your threshold and into your home while you wrack your brain about how to handle this. Is there a handbook out there for talking to your ex-boyfriend's daughter? "Please tell me you didn't ride your bike here."

"No, I took an Uber." She says nonchalantly as you follow her into your living room. You chuckle and turn to ask her if she wants water or a snack but stop yourself short when you finally get a look at her black eye.

"Oh, my God! What happened?" 

"It's not a big deal." She says as you force her to sit at your dining table, put her backpack down, and carefully take her glasses off her face. She winces when you put your hand on her chin to turn her face so you can see her eye better. Under the glow of your kitchen lights, you find a swelling bruise on her jaw and a cut on her nose. How did you not see her injuries in the dark? 

You rush around, gathering ice and a bandaid for her nose. She doesn't say anything as she sits there, looking pretty miserable, and your heart aches at the pout of her lips. You hand her an ice pack to hold to her head while you clean and bandage the cut across her nose. None of the bruises look especially scary, and despite a little blood staining her cheek, she's perfectly fine. You take out your phone flashlight and shine the light across her pupils, watching them dilate accordingly.

"Are you a nurse all of a sudden?" She asks, and you smile as you put your phone face down on the table in front of you. 

"No, but I've played them enough on TV to know how to check for a concussion."

"Oh, is that the requirement?" She asks, and you hum. She fights a smile as she breaks eye contact with you to look down at her hands, which you notice are also bruised and cracked. "Dad told me you guys broke up." She says quietly. She looks so defeated with her slouched posture and nervous foot tapping. You know now is not a time to lie to her.

"Yeah, we did."

"Why?"

"It's complicated." 

"That's exactly what Dad said," she says. The idea of you and Joel parroting each other from opposite sides of the city pulls all the air from you and leaves you floundering. "I'm not a kid. You can tell me what happened." And she's right. She's fourteen. She's old enough to understand how relationships work, but you don't know if it's your place to tell her what happened. You don't know what you're allowed to tell her. You don't know if you're overstepping or how to fix it if you are. 

"Sometimes," you start uncertainly, hoping the words will find you along the way. "Sometimes, two people can really care about each other, but that doesn't mean they'll be together forever or even good for each other." You say, and she makes a face.

"That sucks."

"Yeah, it does," you sigh. "Now that I told you that, can you tell me why you're showing up at my doorstep at nine o'clock at night?" You change the subject, and she bites her bottom lip as her foot tapping speeds up. 

"Dad and I got into a fight." 

"Does it have anything to do with your shiner?" You ask, nodding in the direction of her black eye.

"He didn't even try to hear my side of the story!"

"Which is?" You ask, and she very quickly dives into a story of a kid who's been picking on her all year. She said she told Joel what was happening, and he said something about ignoring it or talking to the teacher, which wasn't working. Apparently, the kids' parents are some big-shot tech people the teachers don't like dealing with, so they were just gonna let him do whatever until the end of the school year. Today, he said something along the lines of Sarah's mom coming back and Ellie's mom never being able to.

"And I never even knew her! But that's still my fucking mom, and I know how sensitive Sarah is about Angela, and I just got so angry that I hit him. A lot." She says like she's waiting for you to argue with her, but you can't even imagine yelling at her after hearing that. You open your phone and open your notes app.

"What's your teacher's name?" You ask. She tells you, and you have to take several deep breaths to stop yourself from finding the teacher's phone number and calling him to ask him if he thinks it's acceptable for a student to taunt another student's dead mother. "I'll call the school on Monday, okay? That kind of behavior is disgusting, and you were justified in what you did." You say, grabbing her hand and squeezing. She nods and smiles softly as she looks at you, her dark brown eyes looking right through you. 

"You know, I don't usually like most of the people my dad dates," she says. "But I really liked you." Her use of the past tense cuts deep inside you, and you swallow thickly.

"Yeah. I like you too," you smile. "But, just because your dad and I aren't together anymore doesn't mean we can't still hang out or talk. I still care about you and your sister, and I've got quite a few movies I still need to watch." You say, and she nods, but there's something sad in her movements. You wonder if Joel told the girls about Ireland and how they reacted. Even if he didn't, Ellie is smart. She sees the boxes in your living room and the stuff piled together. She knows something is happening. Something that will impede future movie nights and emergency visits in the middle of the night. She shifts in her seat and lets go of your hand to tug at her ponytail, effectively retracting from you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Did you love my dad?" She asks, and you bite the inside of your cheek, shaking your head. You think about lying or just not answering her question altogether, but that's not fair. She opened up to you. She trusted you, and you know what it feels like to have that trust broken or not reciprocated. You stare into her eyes and try to not get emotional.

"Yeah, I did." 

"Did you break up because of us?" 

"Honey, no. No, not at all," you say, perching on the edge of your chair so your knees are touching. "Your dad and I... have very different lives and schedules, and we tried. We really, really tried, but I don't think the timing is right for us. I don't know if it'll ever be right for us, but you and your sister had nothing to do with why we broke up, okay?" You say, slouching a little to get in her eye line, and she nods. "When I found out about you guys, I wasn't scared or intimidated. I was excited because your dad only ever told me how beautiful, and brilliant, and amazing, and kind his daughters were, but when I met you, you exceeded all that. You and Sarah have become two of my favorite people on this planet, and there will never be a time when I don't cheer you guys on or want what's absolutely best for you. I mean, if I didn't like you, do you think I would've opened the door?" You ask, and she laughs. The sound makes you smile, and you put your hand on her knee. 

"You, Ellie Miller, are going to do incredible things, and I can't wait to watch it." 

"Thank you." She says softly, and you nod. There, in your kitchen, you share a quiet moment with Ellie where neither of you needs to say anything more. The love says everything you can't bring yourself to voice just yet. If you squint, you can imagine what her mother must've looked like. All big eyes and toothy grins and wavy hair. But even without any actual Miller DNA flowing through her veins, you see Joel, too. You see how he raises his eyebrows or can't hide what he's thinking to save his life. You see his smile. You see his kindness and anxiety. You see all the best parts of him. This time with her feels like a warm hug, as much as a goodbye. Nostalgic and sad and welcome all at the same time. You don't know when you'll be able to sit at a table with Ellie Miller and just stare at her again, but you know if you never see her again, you can count yourself lucky to have met such an amazing young woman. She must make her mom so proud.

"You know I have to call your dad to tell him you're here, right?" You ask quietly, and she nods. You sit there for another second before grabbing your phone and walking into the next room to call Joel. Your heart pounds in your chest as you stare at his contact information, a picture of him with his tongue out still set as his contact photo. You took it on Facetime when he was still in Texas. He was complaining about how his stomach hurt from eating too much barbeque, and he was pretending to be dead. Even after everything, it still makes you smile. You press the call button before you lose the courage to do so. He picks up on the second ring.

"Hey, I can't really talk right now. Ellie and I got into a fight, and she ran off, and I don't know what to do. Has she talked to you? Do you know where she might be?" He says quickly, sounding frantic as he shuffles with something on the other end.

"Yeah, she showed up on my doorstep about thirty minutes ago. She's fine. A little upset, but she's safe." You say and hear him sigh with relief. 

"Thank God. Okay, I'm comin' to get her. Can you keep her there until I can get to your house?"

"Of course."

"Thank you," he says. Neither of you immediately ends the call, but you don't say anything either. You can hear him breathing and imagine him standing there, flush with worry, and grinding his teeth despite the number of times you've told him to stop. It's the closest you two have been in weeks. "I really fucked up." He finally says, and you take a breath.

"All the best parents do."

"Yeah?" He asks, that familiar lilt returning to his voice. Your heart squeezes, and you nod.

"Yeah. Reminds your kids that you're human too."

"I guess," he says. It's quiet for another five seconds before he clears his throat. "Thank you for takin' care of her."

"She's a good kid."

"Yeah, she is." 

"I'll..." you start. You know you're talking in circles but don't want to get off the phone. He waits you out. "I'll see you soon." You finally say, and the phone moves against his ear.

"See you soon." He says, hesitating before ending the call. You exhale and stare at his contact photo for another second before locking your phone and walking back to the main living area. Ellie has moved from the dining room table to the couch, an old leather-bound book in her hands. You tilt your head to read the title. Much Ado About Nothing. One of your favorite Shakespeare plays that you never got to do. You perch on the edge of the couch near Ellie and smile when she puts her book down to look at you.

"That book looks older than you." 

"That's 'cause it is. It was my dad's in high school." She says, and you look at her, confused. 

"What?"  

"Yeah. He said his music teacher bought it for him or something. Dad really liked him. Wrote his name down in the acknowledgments in his first album and everything." She shrugs like it's nothing. Suddenly, you're back in New York with Joel, his hand over your heart as he listens to you recite a centuries-old monologue.

"He told me he didn't study Shakespeare in school."

"He probably didn't want you to know he's a massive nerd. He loves it. He made us go to the Globe Theatre when we were in England. It was actually pretty cool," she yawns. "I'm tired. Can I go lay down in one of the beds until my dad gets here?" 

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's fine. My room is up the stairs and to the left. I just got new pillows, so that'll probably be the most comfortable." You say, your brain still struggling to piece together what she just said. She yawns again and gives you a thumbs-up before standing with her book in hand and disappearing up the stairs.

Joel told you he didn't know anything about something you, apparently, both love. Why? Was he quizzing you? Was he trying to figure out if you actually know what you're talking about? Or was he trying to get another perspective? Did he pretend not to know so you could explain it to him in your own way? How the fuck did you not know? You want to call and ask him all these things, but you don't. You wait.

You rotate between anxiously pacing your living room, checking on Ellie (who's snoring in your bed with the book open next to her), organizing and reorganizing your stuff into boxes. Anything to keep your mind busy until Joel can get there. From the time you ended the call to when your front door opened and closed quietly, twenty minutes had passed, but it felt like a lifetime. Joel walks into the living room like it's his own house and smiles when he sees you, looking around the room for Ellie. He wearing his own glasses and a plain black shirt with jeans. The bags under his eyes are prominent, and his hair is messy. He looks exhausted.

"She went upstairs to lie down and fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her up." You answer his unspoken question, and he nods, his shoulders visibly dropping.

"No, that's okay. I'm glad she's gettin' some rest," he says, sighing deeply. "Did she tell you bout our fight?" 

"A little bit, yeah," you say, and he grimaces. You glance between the place where you and Ellie were sitting and him. "Do you wanna sit?" You ask, and he nods. Carefully, without even grazing each other, you sit across from him and stare at him. You don't know what you're supposed to say. You don't know if you're supposed to say anything. 

"You still doin' that movie with Pike?" He beats you to it, and you nod. There's no frustration or anger in his question, only curiosity. 

"I leave for Ireland in two weeks." 

"Ireland's beautiful." 

"It is." You say, not sure how else to respond. He shifts in his seat and looks at his hands as he nervously taps a rhythm into your table. 

"Thank you again for takin' her in and makin' sure she was safe. I really appreciate it." He says.

"I'm just happy she knew she could come here."

"Me too," he says. "Can we... do you wanna... I just need to say I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but I did, and I'm sorry. I should've been better and more honest and less of a dick. You didn't deserve that." He word vomits, and your fingers twitch to reach for his. You take a deep breath and stare at him, watching his emotions play out behind his glasses.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say. "And I'm sorry, too. For everything. I wish things could be different."

"We could start over. Maybe try again," he says, his voice sad like he's trying, but he knows your answer won't change. "I don't... I don't know how to do this. But I wanna learn. I wanna learn for you." His words cut straight through to your heart, and your eyes flutter shut. You pinch the inside of your thigh to stop tears from forming, and take a shaky breath. He doesn't rush you. When you open your eyes, he's staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

"Sarah's gonna need you as she figures her mom out. It's gonna be hard, and she loves you more than I've ever seen a teenage girl love her dad. Ellie's gonna feel out of place, and she's gonna need you too. It wouldn't be fair to any of you to add this," you gesture between the two of you. "To that mix. It'd be too much. None of us would feel good about it. We'd all walk away a little burned and lot pissed off. I don't want that for us." You say, and he nods.  

"It's a nice dream." He says sadly.

"It is," you agree. "Can I ask you a question?"

"'Course." 

"When did it stop being fake for you?" You ask. He shakes his head, and his Adam's apple bobs.

"It was never fake for me. It just took me a little longer to figure out," he says, and you pinch your thigh again. "What bout you?"

"Texas," you admit, only a little ashamed at how late your answer is in comparison. "When you called me every day from Texas. That's when it stopped being fake for me," a tear spills from your eye, and Joel wipes it away before you can. His thumb is warm and familiar, and you almost lean into his touch before it can disappear completely. "This sucks."

"Yeah, it does."

"Do I, at least, get to know what songs on the newest album are about me?" You joke, and he laughs. He presses his lips together and rests his head on his hand as he looks at you.

"All of 'em," he says. "All of 'em are about you. Bout meetin' you or the way you talk in your sleep, but a lot of 'em are about New York."

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah."

"That was a good time," you say. "Ellie, um... Ellie told me about your trip to the Globe Theatre. Told me all about how much her dad loves Shakespeare," he chuckles like a kid caught with candy, and you smile. "Why'd you tell me you didn't know anything about it?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "I really don't. I was thinkin' bout it the other day, and I just remembered seein' how much you loved it. Your eyes got real wide, and you got so excited, and I just... wanted to hear you talk about it. I think I would've stayed there with you all day if I could've." He says. You have to look away from him to hide to tears pooling in your eyes. 

This shouldn't be this hard. You're supposed to meet someone you love, and nothing else matters, and you get to be with that person forever. It's hard, but you get your whole lives to figure it out together. Who did you hurt in a past life that took this opportunity away? It's not fair. You want to rip the sky apart and scream at God and demand an explanation. You want someone to blame. You want more time. You want him, and not just the good parts that made you fall in love with him. You want the broken and ridged parts he's still hiding from you. You want the parts he hates. You want to lay them out on the table and show him you don't flinch when they catch the light. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder as tears fall from your eyes, and you sniffle. His thumb presses soothingly into your skin, and you let him. You shouldn't, but you do. You don't fall into his arms and sob like you want to. No, just like every juncture of your life thus far, you let yourself cry quietly and without fuss because there are things to do. And when you're done, you turn to look at him and see tears staining his cheeks too. You cover his hand with yours and squeeze his fingers, and he takes a deep breath.

"What are we gonna do now?" He asks. You pull his hand off your shoulder and hold it in your lap, both your hands covering his large one. You smile through your tears and kiss the top of his hand.

"I'm gonna go to Ireland, and you're gonna release your album. It'll hit the top of the charts overnight, and people will be singing your praises from the rooftops and speculating on what different songs mean like they always do. I'll lie in interviews and say I haven't listened to it, but I will because it'll be yours. You and the girls and Tommy'll go on tour, and I'll be there filming, and we'll try to talk when we can, but our schedules will get in the way until we don't think about each other all the time. I'll probably lose my mind because it rains so much in Ireland, and you'll go from selling out stadiums to crying at Sarah's graduation. And we'll both work way more than we should. And life'll go on like we were never really here," you say. "And maybe one day, when we're in LA at the same time, and nothing is stopping us and our schedules align, we'll get a coffee. And we'll talk. And we'll try again." You wipe Joel's tears away and try to keep yourself from falling apart. 

"I'll mark it on my calendar." He says, and you laugh. You squeeze his hand and nod.

"I'm counting on it, Miller."

You sit there for a few more minutes before you stand and hug him. It's quick. It has to be, but it's enough to settle your heart for a moment. Joel goes upstairs, scoops Ellie in his arms, and carefully carries her out to his car. He buckles her in and turns on the air conditioning so she doesn't get too hot in the California night. You stand outside, watching him be a dad, with your arms crossed over your chest. He shuts the door quietly and walks over to you.

"I hope you have a lot of fun in Ireland." He says sincerely.

"Thank you," you say. "I hope you have a great tour."

"Thanks," he nods. He looks over his shoulder to check on Ellie in the passenger seat before turning back to you. "I should get her home. She's had a long day."

"Of course." 

"I'll, uh... I'll see you around, okay?" He asks, and your heart jumps to your throat.

"I'll see you around, Joel." With that, he walks to the driver's side door, and you walk back toward your house, the space between you growing and growing as you get further away. Your chest hurts, and you know you're gonna go inside to cry some more, but you don't turn around. Not until he calls your name.

"I love you," he says from where he's standing in front of his truck. "And I don't expect you to say anything or change your mind, but I wanted you to know. I love you." Your hands are shaking, and your throat feels like it's tightening, but you manage to give him a weak smile.

"I love you, too." 

And then, he gets in his car and drives away with his daughter in the front seat. You go back to your empty house and your piles of stuff, and you cry, and in the back of your mind, you think, if I never speak to Joel Miller again, I think that's okay. I think it has to be.

[lover-of-mine]

We have all gone back and forth on if Tommy is coming back. The odds in my head changed every week, TBH. But now I couldn't even place a bet. I know you mentioned filming already starting ext. But I keep thinking about how Tim's interview was what 2 weeks ago??? And he said it out loud, so it was clearly something on the surface still. I have just never seen this happen in a fandom before. It's wild. And we know Buck and Natalia filmed, and it was all cut, and storylines were changed.

I just truly have no idea what to expect and I think all the rules are out the window. If they ever taught a class on this.. I would enroll in it eight. Chapter 1, how to media train someone you just dragged into kiss a boy.

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about this, but someone made a point, I think it was @leothil anon blog, but I can't find the post I want, but the thing is, when we think about the narrative the show actually established Buck as unreliable when it comes to Tommy, ao they kind of need Tommy to be present for a breakup, because since Buck is unreliable when it comes to this relationship, just having Buck retelling the breakup wouldn't work very well. They could do it, but there would be problems. But the situation is they have a pr nightmare in their hands no matter what, there's nothing they can do that's going to make them happy, so it doesn't matter how they write the breakup, shit is gonna hit the fan. They are going to go crazy so they are kind of backed into a corner no matter what. Because writing him off off-screen will create problems within the narrative because Buck's unreliable, they made an episode about Buck being unreliable, so they need him at least for the breakup but at the same time keeping him at this point is just asking for things to go wrong, yk? It is crazy that we got Tim on record talking about how ugly things have gotten, and he said that and things somehow got uglier. I don't doubt that they have someone monitoring fan reactions because it is part of the job, like, making sure they keep up with the audience is part of the pr thing and I think that they have been monitoring what we are doing to some level. I don't think they are in that deep because they don't need to appease people who are in too deep, people who are loud tho, they are listening, and unfortunately, they are very loud. So we are in a very delicate situation, I don't think Tommy is established enough for it to matter if they just write him off in the first episode but to do that with Buck again, considering that we had Natalia and we had something that was supposed to happen that didn't happen because the actress couldn't come back, to have this happen to Buck again and making him miss out on whatever development that they wanted to make because of the actor it's going to be a problem. I don't know how they are going to work around this because at this point keeping him is not worth it, it's really not worth it, this chaos is not good for the show. I don't doubt that the shows PR department had a conversation with the writers about how to handle him, and I think that conversation is happening again if they see what happened this weekend, we don't know if they actually saw what happened, probably but we don't know. What I do know is that they are speedrunning them getting him out if they actually need him. Because it's not a situation like with Marisol that the actress was problematic but she was staying in her lane, Lou created this situation, the cameos created the situation, everything about this chaos is going to be traced back to the cameos. So it's not a good look on him. And you would expect that someone who grew up in the industry because their father is an actor would know that they couldn't do what they did. I don't think it was against his contract but it was of bad taste of him to do that. I don't know, I am also going back and forth, but at the end of the season I was ready to deal with him at least throughout all of it 8a, now I don't even know if he's making past episode 1. But I do think that he has to come back for a breakup, I think that they need him for two scenes, they need him for a scene where tension is added and then they need him for a breakup. Ann the rest of the breakup arc can happen with Buck talking with other people. But that's just me.

[spaceorphan18]

You said you saw Deadpool & Wolverine - how did you like it?

Oohh, thanks Nonny! I had been planning on writing my thoughts! :)

I liked it!

I thought it was a very apt bridge between the old Fox films and Deadpool coming into the MCU.

I'm not a huge fan of uber violent things but something I appreciate about the Deadpool films (and Ryan Reynolds' brand of 12yo humor) is that behind it all is a lot of heart. And this film retained that, through all the crudeness, the point is that ultimately, Deadpool/Wade is a really good guy. And I can respect that.

Getting into specifics... which are very spoiler-y

I thought the plot itself was very thin, and this whole thing probably works better as a bunch of sketches, but it's fine. I was never asking for a lot from this film, and it did the only thing I was really asking of it, which was provide entertainment and get Deadpool into the MCU.

I appreciate that they really didn't shit on Logan's legacy while bringing Hugh Jackman back. Jackman seemed to be having a good time of it, which I'm glad to see.

Btw, loved all the musical jokes we got in this! Loved it.

I LOVED the montage of various Wolverines -- I understood most of the references! Yay me for reading X-Men comics for so long!!

The Henry Cavill cameo? Perfect.

I'm not surprised we didn't see a lot of Wade's family and friends, but it is sad they got such a small amount of screen time.

Ooff, Vanessa continues to be the one really weak piece of this whole thing. Does the actress not want to be there? Does she have limited time? Why is her character always being reduced to love interest whom Wade does everything for but there's no development of her character? Idk.

The TVA stuff is fine. I feel like it's so convoluted now that it doesn't really matter that it ultimately doesn't make much sense. I do think the MCU needs to start moving away from the multiverse stuff. It's just getting too mucky and it's lost focus.

Oh, why is Thor holding Deadpool, I'm sure it was just a gag, but oh god would it be hilarious if they brought it back at some point.

The Happy stuff. It's always great to see him, but how did Deadpool end up in the main universe? Why am I even questioning this?

Cracked me up that they hid Peter's face in that picture. Can't give Sony any more money than necessary.

Oh, in general, I love LOVED all the fourth wall breaks. This is why I watch Deadpool movies.

Cassandra Nova was fine as a villain. The actress was great! She just feels... a little too seriously evil to be in this comedy movie. Idk.

All the returning c-list villains were fun!

Having Chris Evans return as Johnny Strom was a brilliant move and I loved it. Having him just be the opposite of Steve Rogers on top of it was hilarious. Perfect use of a cameo, film.

Wesley Snipes returning as Blade. Goddamn. I'm kinda surprised he agreed to do it!

Great to see Jennifer Garner return as Elektra. I'm kinda glad I made myself watch all those marvel movies (which I still need to finish...) I appreciate this cameo more (and the dig at Daredevil).

Yay Laura returning! Could have always used more of her, but she did what she needed to.

Okay. Okay, let's talk about it. Let's talk about Channing Tatum as Gambit...

The Pros : The accent was fun, the way they used his powers was fantastic and original, they didn't make him the butt of jokes or treat him like a joke, there was a general respect for the character overall and I really, really, appreciate that being a Gambit fan

The Cons : Look, I have nothing against Tatum personally. He just doesn't look right. He's too think in body shape (not meant in a derogatory way), and his face just doesn't work in the headsock. Not to mention the costume looked plastic and cheap.

I really hope Gambit is back, but can we have Tatum as Gambit here like we had JKras as Mr. Fantastic in Dr. Strange? Just a one time fun gag? Please??

Remy is having a really good year despite dying everywhere.

The Deadpool squad (or whatever) I'm afraid I haven't read enough Deadpool to really get it, but it was fun. The side scrolling action sequence reminded me of a video game. And honestly, Wolverine with his cowl on, just kind of loosely moving reminded me of a video game as well.

I'm super curious to see how Deadpool plays within the MCU now. Let's go for it.

The credits were a nice touch. I'm glad they could honor those films for what they did, and I'm glad we can now move on from them.

Tl:dr it was fun and I liked it! :)

[yunjin-lover]

The Stars That Never Align

Summary: Being famous is hard. Dating is hard. Two superstars try to make their relationship work in their drama-filled lives. Can they do it?

Huh Yunjin x Fem!Reader

~multiple chapters

Y/n Pov

Los Angeles, California, U.S.A

Chapter Three

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Yunjin comes back to LA tonight. Scary. After reading the article about her and Karina yesterday I'm not sure how to feel. I know nothing happened between them but still, it hurt seeing the girl I love with the girl that ruined me for a while.

Even though the article was posted yesterday most people forgot about it as there was new drama today surrounding my friend Soobin. Shout out to him. He didn't do anything bad, he was just rumored to be dating actress Yeji Hwang. They aren't dating, he confirmed in our friend group chat, still funny though.

I felt my phone vibrate next to me. I reached to pick it up. A message notification from Yunjin.

"Can't meet up today. Maybe tomorrow. Sorry," It read.

I sighed, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. Disappointment because I wanted to see her and talk things through, and relief because it gave me more time to process everything. I tossed my phone aside and buried my face in my pillow, trying to sort out my emotions.

A knock on my bedroom door jolted me from my thoughts. "Who is it?" I asked startled

My friends Jake and Sakura poked their heads in.

"We're here to cheer you up." Sakura said from the door way.

I forced a smile. "How?"

Jake stepped in and sat at the edge of my bed. "Well Namjoon is throwing a party tonight for his album release. Wanna come?"

"A party? Wait how the fuck did you guys get in my apartment?"

"Don't worry about it," Jake said with a grin. "So will you come or not?"

I hesitated, glancing at my phone again. Yunjin's message was still there, I hadn’t replied yet. A party? Maybe this is what I need to relax.

"Yeah, okay," I finally said, swinging my legs off the bed. "I'll come."

Sakura clapped her hands in excitement. "Great! It'll be fun, I promise. And who knows, maybe it'll help take your mind off things."

"Yeah, maybe," I replied, though I wasn't entirely convinced.

I got dressed, choosing something casual but nice enough for a party. Jake and Sakura waited patiently, chatting about their day and the latest gossip.

“Soobin and Yeji?” Sakura joked, “Soobin’s too shy to order his own food at restaurants no way he pulled Yeji.”

“He said it wasn’t true in the group chat.” Jake replied, “but who knows maybe he did pull her.”

I laughed. Their presence was comforting, and I felt a little lighter as we headed out.

The party was in full swing by the time we arrived. The music was loud, and the room was packed with people. Namjoon spotted us from across the room and waved us over.

"Hey, glad you could make it!" he shouted over the noise, pulling me into a quick hug.

"Wouldn't miss it," I replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.

As the night went on, I found myself relaxing a bit. Jake and Sakura stuck by my side, introducing me to people and making sure I had a drink in my hand. For a few hours, I managed to push thoughts of Yunjin and Karina to the back of my mind and just enjoy the moment.

But eventually, reality crept back in especially with the help from the alcohol. I stepped outside for some fresh air, needing a break from the noise and the crowd. I leaned against the wall, looking up at the night sky, lost in thought.

"Hey, you okay?" Someone asked, coming up beside me. I recognized the voice.

"Yeah, just needed a breather," I replied, facing the voice

There stood Karina.

[julieeeeette]

The one where you work at a coffeehouse and don't know him.

Pairing: Taehyung x you

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 913

Sure, he had a new song at number one on the Billboard charts.

Sure, people screamed his name practically everywhere he went.

Sure, he could date models or actresses or heiresses, or anyone he wanted to.

He wouldn’t even need to ask.

He had more money than he knew what to do with.

His humble start in life had made all of it addictive. It felt good not worrying about whether he could afford a good meal or a nice shirt. He got comfortable and started ordering fancy dinners with lobster, filet mignon, caviar and champagne and wore a $3,000 suit while eating it.

He’d been giddy when he realized the entire meal hadn’t even made a dent in his account.

He hadn’t even realized the success was pulling him under like he’d gotten stuck in a rip tide.

He didn’t know how close he’d come to losing everything.

But then, he saw you.

He’d actually stopped dead in his tracks and walked back several steps when he saw you standing behind the counter at a bakery, smiling at someone while handing them their credit card.

His heart skipped a beat.

He didn’t even think about what he would say. What he would do.

He opened the door and walked inside as though an invisible force had grabbed his soul and guided him in.

He stared down into your eyes when he came up to you.

“Hi!” You beamed up at him. If you noticed him or were even remotely starstruck, you weren’t letting on. You were being professional. It was refreshing to feel… so… normal.

So safe.

“What can I get you?”

He wanted to blurt out a request for your phone number, but stopped himself, glimpsing the microphone in the corner. “Just a coffee, please. When does the mic go live?”

You looked over at it as though you’d forgotten it existed. “Oh. Uh, I think it’s on.”

He smiled at you. “Thanks, love.”

He walked towards the microphone, his heart throbbing in his ears. 

Love? Love! What had he been thinking?

He squeezed his eyes shut, becoming aware of how warm the tips of his ears were burning.

He’d never said that to anyone before.

He shook his head and sat on the edge of a wooden stool and cleared his throat as he tapped the microphone and adjusted it. 

People glanced over at him and he wished he had a piano to play.

He never quite knew what to do with his hands when sat like this.

What song was he even going to sing?

One came to mind when he glanced over at you watching him with a small smile playing on your lips. 

He had to ask you out. 

“This one is a piece I’m working on. It’s about a boy who always felt alien. He went to the stars to find himself, only to find out his real home was in the heart of someone on Earth.”

That sounded dumb, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

He licked his lips and let his deep, smooth voice glide through the small shop like warm caramel, the words coming surprisingly easily to him.

When he finished, he glanced down at his frantically drumming foot and scoffed as he drew in a deep breath, relieved at the steady applause that filled his ears.

He stood and bowed with a smile, holding his red tie to his chest before walking back to the counter where you stood with a cup of coffee in your hands.

“That was beautiful, but I’m sure you know that.” You chuckled, handing the coffee to him as your cheeks glowed.

He couldn’t help but notice how you jumped when his fingers brushed against yours. He gave a breathy laugh and smiled at you.

“I didn’t have half of that written.” He sipped the bitter liquid and did his best not to flinch. He watched you move to the side and take up a small spoon. “You were my muse.”

You shuffled the spoon full of white powder over his coffee then gave it a quick stir. “Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

He took a sip, preparing for the coffee to be too sweet, only to find it was nicely rounded and easily palatable. His eyes went wide and looked at the container you’d grabbed the spoon from. 

“It’s salt.” You offered with a shrug. “It helps neutralize the bitterness.”

“It’s perfect.” He took another sip and glanced around, eyeing his agent who stood by the door. She held her hand up and pointed to her watch. “I have to get going. But, if you’re open to it, I’d like to see you again. May I? Please?”

You looked up at him with a mix of excitement, wariness, and confusion as your lips parted and your eyes grew.

He almost thought you’d say no. 

“I don’t even know your name.”

Oh.

Years of being spoiled came crashing around him.

He bowed his head as every nerve in his body seemed to be simmering with excitement. If you were being honest and really didn’t know him, this was his chance to be authentically himself.

He could be free. He could be normal.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.”

“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung.” You bowed your head in return. “I’m Y/N and I’m off at six.”

He raised the cup of coffee with a grin. “I’ll be here.”

[kteezy997]

6 Months -Part Five// t.c.

Warnings: cursing, kinda toxic behavior, slightly needy Cam

18+ readers only, please

A/N: it's long but I promise it's worth it. I have taken into consideration readers' suggestions!(:

Cameron got back to her room, showered and prepared for the hair and makeup people to come. There was a knock on her door and she answered, but it was Timothée, not a makeup artist or hairstylist in sight.

He held her long awaited cell phone and laptop in his hands. “Look what just arrived for you.”

She gasped, “Oh my gosh!” she grabbed the devices from him immediately and saw that her phone was fully charged. “Thank you.” she said, looking up at Timothée.

“Don’t thank me. Call your mom, call your friend Nova. They want to hear from you, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, yeah, I miss them.” She said, leaning against the door way. Despite her excitement of getting her things back, she still got lost in his gaze.

“I know you do.” he replied, giving her a grin.

Cameron bit her lip, “Do you wanna come in for a minute?” she held the door open wider.

Timothée took a tiny step toward her, “I want to, but I shouldn’t. I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if we were to be alone in your room.”

It was then that Cameron noticed the height difference between them, it was perfect. She could kiss him on the jaw if she wanted, and he could rest his chin on the top of her head. How divine, she thought.

“And we don’t have that kind of time, anyway, you have to get ready for tonight.” Timothee pointed out.

She leaned in closer to him, “What if I wanted you to lose control?”

He pursed his lips, blinked slowly, then leaned in. They both drew closer to each other.

Cameron wanted this badly, she wanted his lips on hers, his lips everywhere on her body, if she was being honest with herself.

Their lips just brushed each other's, and- "Hey, sorry we're late!" cried out a high-pitched voice.

Cameron and Timothee broke away and were met with a young, smiling blonde woman in a simple black outfit, and a Latino man, looking wildly flamboyant in a brightly patterned shirt. They were both fabulous.

"Nah, it's okay." Timothee said, he was obviously annoyed that he and Cam were interrupted, but he knew that they needed to be here, and Cam needed to get ready. " You'll be working in Cameron's room, and thanks for coming on such short notice."

"Oh of course, Timmy, thank you. I-um hope we weren't interrupting anything?" the man, obviously the more talkative of the two, looked from Timothee over to Cameron.

"No! Not at all." Cameron smiled and shook hands with both of the new people. "Come in, come in. I'm excited. I've never done this before."

"Oh honey, you're gonna love this!" the man said as they were led into Cameron's room, "I'm Carlos by the way, I'll be doing your hair, and my lovely friend Montana is a rockstar makeup artist." They both started to set up their stations and products in the room.

"Bye Timmy." said Cameron with little wave.

"You called me Timmy." he said, surprised.

She grinned back at him. She was blushing as she closed the door.

"Are y'all going steady?" Carlos asked her, raising his eyebrows and smirking.

She decided to dodge the question and said, "Do you guys mind if I make a phone call?"

"Oh, not at all, babe. You need a minute alone before we start?"

"Um, no we can start, but can I trust you that what is said in this room doesn't leave it."

"Honey, we work in Hollywood, we can be flies on the wall. Nothing will get passed us." Carlos assured her firmly.

"Okay, thank you so much. I need to call my mom." Cam said, sitting in the chair and Carlos went to work on her hair.

She called her mom who was so ecstatic to hear from her. She let her mom know that she had moved in with a new boyfriend and she was enjoying her new job. "You'll have to visit, once I really get settled in." she was proud of the way that she was selling it. Perhaps the writer in her was making her a good actress. She made her characters in books do and say whatever she wanted, so why couldn't she do the same? Though it wasn't that much of a stretch to call Timothee her boyfriend.

After she was all ready, she got in her gown and looked in the mirror, barely recognizing herself, but in a good way. She had never looked nor felt better.

Timmy came into her room, dressed in an all-black suit. His curls were laid in a way that was a little messy but still elegant. "Whoa." he said, taking in the sight of her. He hadn't seen her with lipstick or her hair in a updo much less a sparkling floor-length ballgown. "You look gorgeous, Cam."

"Well thank you, I could say the same thing to you, sir." she said, walking over to him. She put her arms out to hug him, but he took a step back.

"Sorry," he said, "we should really get going." he took her by the hand, leading her out of the house.

She was terribly confused, and embarrassed, why in the hell would he refuse her advances? Why was he acting weird toward her? Did he not like her that much anymore?

......

They arrived at the party and before they got out of the car, he said, "So, you do know that once we get out of this car, we'll be linked together in every news outlet all over the world. Are you good with that?" he gave her hand a little squeeze.

"Yeah, you should know that I'm not totally disgusted by you, Timmy." she grinned.

He smiled with a light chuckle, "Good. I'll get your door." He then stepped out of the car.

Cameron could see cameras flashing outside, she suddenly felt nervous. She could see the headline already: 'Move over Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce! Are Oscar-nominated actor Timothee Chalamet and New York Times best-selling author Cameron Reese Hollywood's new star-crossed IT couple?'

The car door opened, and she was met with Timmy's green irises, and she decided in that second that she would just focus on him and not pay any mind to the paps or whoever else was outside the venue.

.............

Though the walk inside was a blur of flashing lights and strangers calling out to them, the party itself was quite vivid. Cameron could make out several iconic faces that she had seen in movies throughout her life. It was truly a room of film industry legends, and Timmy was among them. She felt proud to be next to him, to be the one on his arm.

But he wasn't looking at her, not at all. Why was he becoming distant? And now? Now that she was starting to genuinely like him for who he was and desperately desiring him. It was so confusing.

"I'm gonna go talk to Scorsese and Leo. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Go mingle, I bet people here will know you who you are from your books. Grab yourself a drink. I'll come find you soon." he held her hand, and leaned in.

Cam's heart skipped a beat, he was about to kiss her! She couldn't believe it.

His lips then met her cheek softly. "See ya." he said, turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Disappointed, she stood there for a moment, just people watching, looking over the room. Then over by the bar she spotted a handsome Paul Mescal. She got an idea.

She went to the bar and ordered a drink, then looked at Paul, who had also noticed her.

"Hi, I'm Cameron."

"Hey, Cameron, I'm Paul." his Irish accent is so hot, she thought.

"Look, I know this is weird, and you can say no. But will you help me make my boyfriend jealous?" The bartender brought her drink over and she thanked them kindly before taking a sip as she waited for Paul's answer.

"Oh? Who's the guy not giving a dashing girl like yourself the attention she deserves?" he asked, smiling cheekily.

She looked across the room, nodding at Timmy who was talking to Leonardo DiCaprio.

"No way! Chalamet? I don't know..." Paul laughed, "I don't want him to hate me."

"Oh, he'll know that it's not real." she assured him. "He'll know I'm just wanting his attention."

"Alright, love, I'll do it. I'm an actor, baby, I'm good at this."

She smiled, "Okay, great, just wait until he's looking and- oh! He's looking."

Paul tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at her with the most believable lust in his eyes. He took her hand and kissed the top of it.

Cam took her attention from Paul to momentarily gaze over Timmy's direction. His face was pale and void of the friendliness he was expressing just a moment before. He said something to Leo and started to make his way over to them at the bar.

"Perfect! He's coming over."

"He's not gonna punch me is he?" Paul asked, hopefully.

"No, no, he's not like that." Cam assured him again, "Thank you so much for playing along."

"What the hell's going on Cam?" Timmy demanded as he approached her.

"Nothing Timmy. Just introducing myself to Paul Mescal here."

"Hey Tim." said Paul, politely.

"Hey." Timmy said flatly, giving the other man a nod.

"Sorry I didn't mean any disrespect to you or your lady, mate."

"No, it's all good, man." They shook hands and Paul bid adieu and left the couple to go mingle.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" he said through his teeth.

"Maybe! Timmy you've been weird all day. I have practically thrown myself at you three times today and you did nothing!"

"Cameron, please don't cause a scene." he said, putting a hand on her hip and closing the space between them.

"Well, you had to have me, you keep me prisoner in your house and then when I want you back you turn cold! What the fuck?"

"Hey! Okay, watch what the hell your saying, would ya?" he looked around to make sure no one heard what she had said.

"What's going on Tim? Why didn't you want to introduce me to Leo and Scorsese? Are you ashamed of me or something? Tell me."

"Look, you know I want you more than anything in the world, but I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I want you to be completely sure before we do anything that we might regret. And I don't want to introduce you as my girlfriend to anyone without your consent."

"Timmy,"

"Hey, Cameron?" called a male voice.

They looked over, and they both knew who it was.

"Hayden?" It was her ex-boyfriend, well her boyfriend before...Timothee.

"Where have you been?" Hayden looked at Timothee, "You're fucking him? Was this before or after you dumped me by text?!"

Hayden was mad, and from his point of view, she could understand why.

"Hayden, you have no room to accuse me of anything, I know you were cheating on me!"

Hayden frowned, "Cheating? I never cheated on you, Cameron. Is that some bullshit he fed you?"

"But I saw...photos." Cam said looking at Timmy, who in turn had a strange look on his face. She couldn't make out if it was shame or regret, or maybe a mixture of both. "They weren't real?" she asked him in disbelief, and she started to tremble. This man, whom she was falling for, had been lying to her the whole time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a fuckin freak, man." Hayden insulted Timothee, and rightfully so.

Cameron felt sick to her stomach. "Fuck you, Timothee." she spat in anger.

"Cam, please-" he pleaded. Tears flooded both their eyes.

"No, no! You're nothing but a liar. You cheat and scheme just to get what you want without giving a shit about who you hurt in the process. I never want to see you again!" she yelled with fumes and stormed out of the party.

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Things Are Never As They Seem… Chapter Seventeen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. PR relationship. HW sucks. Fluff. Angst. Implied smut. Cyber bullying.

Series Masterlist

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January 26, 2021

Ella spoke your name softly, pulling your attention away from the pile of laundry you were working through, “Are you sure you want to take some time off?” You’d almost forgotten you were on the phone with her for all of two minutes, tuning out her rambling about some role you had zero interest in. “It’s just… Well, you just got back into things after lockdown and I’d hate for you to miss opportunities…”

You loved her.

You really, really did.

But you were more than a little fed up with her constant pestering.

All week she’d been on your ass about finding the next project–taking the next steps, knowing damn well you had a movie coming out this spring and would start filming another in LA near the end of March, early April.

What more could you possibly do?

February was really your only month off and you wouldn’t catch a break again until the end of July, early August.

You were taking your damn vacation.

And Ella damn knew it too. She was more than just wasting her breath at this point.

“Ella.” You sighed, struggling to keep the frustration out of your voice. “I’m taking this vacation. We’ve talked about this a handful of times now.” You ran a hand down your face, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Seb’s mom needs this. This isn’t about me getting time off, it’s about spending quality time with her. She’s been alone so much recently.” You paused, trying to remain mindful of your tone, “So please don’t ask me again.”

You really didn’t intend for it to come out as stern as it did and you winced slightly at the long silence that followed as soon as the words left your lips.

“No.” The resignation in her voice was obvious, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You weren’t really sure what else to say and it seemed like she didn’t either. You never really snapped at her like that before but then again she’d never repeatedly ignored your request before either. You made a mental note to check in with Casey and Blake to see what was going on with her. Nothing had changed between the two of you as far as you knew but her attitude towards you for the last week said otherwise.

Thankfully, your saving grace came in the form of your lover’s incoming facetime call.

“Ella.” You said softly, “I have to go, Sebastian’s on the other line and I don’t want to miss him. I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah.” She sounded a little too relieved, “You go ahead. Talk to you later.”

You didn’t waste another second, slamming your thumb down on the green ‘accept’ button. Moments later, Sebastian’s beaming face appeared on the screen.

“There she is.”

Almost four years together and this man still made you blush with just one look.

“Look at you.” He cooed, leaning closer as he rolled over onto his stomach in bed, propping the phone against a pillow. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed in a line to hide your smile as you glanced down at the little nighty you were wearing. You looked like an absolute bum with the weird heatless curl thing you found online wrapped up in your hair, eyepatch things under your eyes, and a mighty patch on your chin.

“You are such a fibber, Sebastian Stan.” You tutted, shaking your head at him. You propped your phone against the laundry basket on your bed and stepped back from the camera to give a little spin.

He gasped, hooded eyes tracing down to ogle your bare legs, “Are you wearing panties under that?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting to suppress a smile. “You are absolutely insatiable, Stan.”

“Only for you, baby.” He chuckled, shooting you a little wink. “Only for you.”

You shot him a shy smile as you picked up a tank top and folded it before placing it neatly in your suitcase. “I’m not.” You admitted quietly, “Wearing panties.”

“I knew it.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh burst from your lips, “You did not.”

“God, I needed to hear your laugh.”

If you thought you were blushing hard before, you were sure you were red as a tomato now.

“I miss you so much, sweetheart.” He sighed softly, eyes locked on yours through the camera and in that moment you wished you were looking at them in real time, not through a screen.

No camera could ever bring justice to those cerulean eyes.

“I miss you more, Seb. “ You frowned a little, “I wish you could come with us tomorrow.”

He breathed out a drawn out sigh, “Me too. You know I would if I could.”

Twenty three days since you’ve been without him.

You wish you could say it got easier with time, having him away, but it didn’t. It wasn’t like this is the longest you’d spent away from him either. But for obvious reasons, it was harder to let him go this time. You were finally in a good place, you spent the holidays in complete bliss–just you and him in your own little world,then reality set back in and it was time to go to work again.

Things were going good between the two of you.

Better than good, even.

But part of you couldn’t help but wonder if that was because he was trapped up in his own little world on set in Canada and Catalina was all the way back home in Spain.

Life was easier when she wasn’t around and you weren’t the slightest bit ready for her inevitable return to the states when Sebastian finished filming ‘Fresh’ and returned to LA with you.

You knew the second she caught wind that he was back, she would hop her desperate ass on a plane first thing. And then you’d finally be forced to meet her.

God, you didn’t even want to think about what that would be like. All you knew, was that she definitely wasn’t going to like you. There was absolutely no way you were going to put up with her shi-

Sebastian called your name, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry.” You shook your head, shaking yourself from those thoughts.

There was no need to get ahead of yourself. It was still January, that was a few months away yet.

“Where did you go?” He looked a little concerned, it was honestly a little cute with his brows all furrowed and his bottom lip plumped out in a small pout. “You okay?”

You laughed a little to yourself, picking up your phone before plopping on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry. I was getting ahead of myself.” You shook your head, shoulders sagging a little, “I was just thinking about when I’m going to see you next–which is around my birthday,” You waved your hand lazily in front of you, “If everything works out of course. And it just reminded me that I’m going to have to meet Catalina and deal with her and yeah.”

His expression fell a little and you felt bad for bringing it up. But you were trying to be better about communicating your thoughts and feelings so you knew it was the right thing to do.

“I kinda forgot about her.” He tried to cover his initial reaction with a small laugh but you didn’t miss the way his eyes dimmed a little. “I actually got a call from Blake today. I almost forgot to tell you.” He shrugged, chuckling to himself, “I guess she had a little solo pap walk today and in every picture she is holding her phone out in front of her, flashing her lockscreen. You couldn’t see it clearly but it was obviously one of the pictures we took in Ibiza.” He shook his head, running a hand down his face, “We took so much footage that day.”

You don’t even try to hide your grimace, nose scrunching in disgust and teeth bared, “She’s kinda pathetic isn’t she?”

“She’s embarrassing me.”

“I’m sorry for bringing her up.” You frowned, tilting your head a little as you took him in, “I was just on the phone with Ella and she’s been up my ass about taking on another project instead of going on vacation and it got me thinking about the next couple months.” You glanced away from the camera, eyes trailing over your half packed suitcase, “After this, I’ll be booked until early August–just in time for your birthday, I guess.”

“It’s alright, honey.” Sebastian shook his head, his brows pulled down and his lips pressed together as his eyes wandered over your face, “You never have to be sorry for that. We can talk about these things–we should.” He paused, dipping closer to the camera, “You can talk to me about anything–everything. We are doing so good about being open and communicating. We are in a really good spot and I don’t want to lose that because you are holding things in for my sake.”

You nodded, “You’re right.”

You bit your lip to hide a smirk, “I don’t think she’ll like me much.”

“Well,” Sebastian’s nose scrunched cutely, that half smirk that always makes your heart race split across his face, “She doesn’t like me either… But she does like the attention my name brings her so…” He gave a little shrug, “She’ll either try to mooch off you or-”

“Nah.” You interject with a short laugh, “She thinks I’m the one thing standing between her and having you completely. She’s going to make my life a living hell. I’m sure of it.”

“Don’t say that.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I won’t let her fuck with you, baby. That’s not going to happen.”

“Sebastian.” You huffed lightly, keeping your tone soft, “You and I both know you only have so much control here now. There is only so much we can do. She runs the show now and as long as she doesn’t break contract, no one is going to stop her.”

He mumbled your name, voice full of sorrow.

“It’s fine, love.” You forced a smile, one you knew he most definitely saw right through. “Seriously, it’ll all work out. Besides, what’s the worst she can do? As long as we got each other, we will be fine.”

He didn’t look fully convinced but let it go, for your sake you were sure.

“And I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have an early flight tomorrow and would rather hear all about your day.” You shoved your suitcase over, and plopped over on your belly, “How’s my girl, Daisy?”

“Oh my God.” Your lover groaned, “You talked to her twice and now you love her more than me! This is absolutely unacceptable.”

“She’s so cute though.” You pouted, “I want to adopt her as our daughter.”

“She’s twenty three, babe!”

“So?”

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January 29, 2021

“Everything okay, dragă?”

You glanced up from your phone to meet Georgeta’s concerned gaze.

Your brows furrowed as you took in the messages lighting up your screen, “Yeah, just..” You shifted in your seat, shoving your phone back in your clutch. Hoping once it was out of your sight, it would be out of your mind. “I’ve been getting really weird messages and comments over the past couple days on all social media platforms.” You took a quick sip of water to clear your throat when your voice cracked, “I think it’s the same couple accounts just bombarding me but,” You trail off, shaking your head, “They are kind of nasty messages.”

That definitely didn’t ease her concern and you kinda felt bad for bringing it up but honestly it had been eating at you over the past few days and you really needed to get it off your chest.

It wasn’t unusual for you to get a gross comment here or there but since arriving at the resort down here in Mexico, it was like someone had opened the floodgates and your inbox and notifications were drowning with messages, comments, and tags. All of them shitting on your acting, your body, your clothes, your hair–everything and anything they could think of.

They were picking you apart.

And you didn’t know why.

It wasn’t like you had done anything recently. You hadn’t posted since before Christmas, and the last pap walk you did was with cast mates back on set in early december. It was quiet for you as of lately press wise, so you don’t understand what could’ve brought this unwarranted attention on.

You had planned to post a little of your trip, maybe a nice sunset picture or something to show your fans you were, in fact, alive but now you weren’t so sure it was a good idea. It wasn’t worth it to subject yourself to more hate.

Georgeta called your name softly, “What are they saying?”

You shrugged a little, brushing it off, “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t understand why this is happening all of a sudden.”

“It does matter though.” She frowned, reaching across the table to place her hand over yours, rubbing softly across your knuckles with her thumb, “It’s clearly bothering you. I can see it all over your face whenever you look at your phone.”

Just like her son, Georgeta had a talent for reading you. You could never ever get anything past the two of them.

You breathed out a soft sigh, eyes trailing the room around you as you leaned over the table, closer to her, “They’ve been messaging me, saying things like ‘Kill yourself’, ‘He doesn’t love you’ I’m not sure who they mean, not a single soul knows about Seb and I outside people we trust or have signed an NDA.” You shake your head, reaching to grab your half filled wine glass before taking a hefty sip. “A lot of shit about my body, my hair, my clothes. ‘She’s a terrible actress’, ‘She has nothing going for her’, ‘She’s ugly’. Every insult that you can think of, they’ve said it.”

“Miere.” The tone of her voice was nearly enough to make you cry, and the expression on her face didn’t help either. “That is awful. I am so sorry.” She reached for your hand again, taking your right between her own and bringing it to her lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, “They don’t deserve you or your attention. You are so much better than that.”

You blinked back the tell tale burn behind your eyes and tried with everything inside you to plaster on even the smallest of smiles. You’re sure it came across as more of a pained grimace than anything.

“Does my son know?”

“No.” You shook your head, “I didn’t want to distract him and really, it’s not like he can do anything to stop it.” You shrugged half heartedly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “There’s nothing any of us can do. I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me. I should just turn off my notifications and log out of social media for a while.”

“No.” Georgeta nearly shouted and her eyes widened as she looked around to make sure she hadn’t bothered anyone else in the restaurant. “You shouldn’t let them control you–Don’t let them win. They do not dictate your life. So you know what…” She stopped the waiter on his way by, “Can we get the check? And a bottle of red to go?”

“Of course.” The nice young man replied, “It’ll just be a moment.”

“Georgeta!” You giggled, “Don’t you want dessert?”

“No.” She smirked, “We are taking the bottle of wine down to the beach and we’re going to drink the entire thing down by the water and then I’m going to take picture of you dancing in the waves and then,” She scrunched her nose at you, waving her fingers in your direction, “You’re going to post a few.”

Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest right then and there. Georgeta was, hands down, the best woman you’ve ever met in your entire life and she never failed to amaze you.

“Are you serious, right now? Isn’t it dark out?” Your brows furrowed and you leaned forward to whisper the last bit. “Is it even legal to bring the wine down there?”

She rolled her eyes at you, an expression you could only describe as a ‘what-the-actual-fuck’ on her face, “We literally drank margaritas on the beach earlier. This restaurant belongs to the resort, of course we can bring the fucking wine.”

“Oh my God.” Your laugh was loud, so loud it drew eyes to your table, “Did you just say ‘fuck’? Georgeta!!” You shook your head, eyes wide, “I cannot believe you just said that.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Your eyes widened even further, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, “What the– Do…Do you kiss you-your son with that mouth?”

For a second she looked a little bashful, her cheeks all rosy and her smile shy. She let out a little giggle, fingers pressed to her lips as she looked at you with wide, pretty eyes, “I think I’m a little drunk.”

“I was going to say,” You chuckled, “How much have you had to drink? Did you take a couple shots while getting ready for dinner?”

“Maybe.” She drew out her answer with a little giggle, giving her shoulders a small shrug.

Your eyes widened again, “Are you serious?” You laughed to yourself, in complete and utter shock. “I was kidding but you were serious! Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend’s mama?”

Taking Georgeta on vacation had shown you a completely different side of her. You always got on well before, you enjoyed the same things and brought something to the table that each of you lacked in other relationships–you as the daughter she never had and she as the mother figure you always lacked.

You were used to the put together, sweet, never-swore-a-day-in-her-life-and-only-had-one-glass-of-wine Georgeta. Not once had you expected to ever meet party-animal Georgeta.

And you were so here for it.

“Oh, miere, I’m having such a wonderful time with you.” She cooed, finishing her wine glass off before rising from the table. She tossed a debit card towards you, “I have to use the ladys room before we go to the beach,” She pointed at you, shooting you a stern look, “Use that card to pay for dinner. I’ll know if you don’t.”

You laughed, “Sure. Hurry though, there is more fun to be had.”

You watched her go, not missing the way she pulled her phone from her own clutch before she disappeared down the hall. You had no doubt she was calling Sebastian to tell him about what was going on. He was probably trying to get a hold of you both if the two missed phone calls you found waiting for you when you drew your own phone out of your clutch while waiting for the waiter to return with your bill and wine.

You should’ve told him about what was going down–the hate you were receiving. Thinking about it now, you admit it was wrong, especially after talking about communicating more and expressing your feelings. You honestly hadn’t thought it was a big deal and part of you was hoping that it would just blow over in a couple days. And you hadn’t told Georgeta not to say anything to him either so there was no doubt he was hearing about it at this very moment. She clearly had no filter when she had one too many glasses of wine.

That was fine, you could explain it to him later.

He wouldn’t necessarily be mad, he’d be upset for you if anything.

And maybe he’d have a better idea about it than you. Especially the comments about this undisclosed ‘he’ these accounts were messaging you about.

Could it be about him?

It’s possible but unless it was someone close to you targeting you that didn’t make sense. You meant it when you said no one outside of who you wanted to know, knew about your relationship. You had always been careful about sharing that piece of information and being mindful when in public, even more so with this fauxmance in full swing.

Maybe you were overthinking it, it was probably just some fan pissed off that you worked with their favorite. You just wrapped filming with Rege, you work with Henry regularly, and your next project that was announced in early December was with Pedro Pascal. They were all known heartthrobs, and naturally they all had jealous fangirls.

Either way, you would put it out of your mind for the night–heck, maybe even the rest of this vacation and actually enjoy yourself.

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“Are you sure you’re good?”

Not in a million years did you ever think you’d be tucking your boyfriend’s drunk mother in for bed, yet here you were.

Georgeta giggled loudly, directly into your ear, “I’m great, meire. Oh, I love you.” She wrapped her arms around your neck, yanking you down before pressing a handful of kisses across your cheeks and forehead, “Love you so much, Fiica mea.”

Fiica mea

You hadn’t heard that one before. You made a mental note to ask Sebastian.

You laughed, using the last of your strength to untangle yourself from her after placing a kiss of your own against her forehead, “Love you too. Sleep good.”

She mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed and mouth hanging open as she snoozed comfortably in her bed. She was still dressed in the sundress she’d worn to dinner and hopefully she wasn’t too bothered that you left her to sleep in her makeup. There was no way you were going to even attempt that. Not when it took you every last bit of energy to get her up from the beach.

You were pretty drunk yourself, stumbling steps with heavy limbs as you made your way through the day space of your suite and into your own room. You snatched your phone out of your clutch and stumbled into the bathroom, shivering at the cool air nipping at your wet skin.

You’d done the photoshoot.

And you’d had the time of your absolute life running through the waves in your white, long summer dress. It was just the two of you down there and you’d gone a little buckwild. There are over a hundred photos to attest to that.

You had never felt sexier than in that moment and looking at the pictures after, you looked sexy too.

Who knew Georgita had a talent for photography?

And after tonight, she would be accompanying you to every photoshoot for the rest of your life because she was the best hypewoman you’d ever had.

You leaned forward against the counter, elbows pressed to the cool granite as you swiped through your phone. You smiled to yourself when you found Sebastian’s contact and hit call. Not even a second later and his smiling face appeared on the screen.

“Hi.” You beamed.

“Hey, baby.” He chuckled, eyes squinting a little as he took you in, “Are you wet? Are you drunk?”

You giggled a little, “Yes,” You paused, rubbing your fingers against your chin, “ And maybe.”

“Yeah, my mom sounded like it on the phone.” He shook his head, smile growing across his lips, “And I saw your instagram post, baby,” He groaned, head lolling back against the headboard, “You looked so fucking good. It’s not fair how gorgeous you are.”

“Are you sure?” You grimaced, crossing your arms over your chest in hopes to stop your shivering, “It’s not too much?”

“No baby, not at all.” And you could tell he meant it, even with the buzz in your head. “You look absolutely gorgeous, the wet dress stuck to your body–showing off your curves but not revealing too much. You look..” He waved his hands, “You look so happy and carefree. I wanted to jump into the picture and join you.”

“I love you.” Your bottom lip jutted out on a little pout, “You always know what to say and it’s never just ‘you look good’ you always give reasoning and point out what it looks good…” You pause, “Am I even making sense?” You shrug, “Your mom is a bad influence and forced me to drink two bottles of wine with her.”

He belted out a loud laugh, the sound warming you to your core, “First of all, baby, you’re shivering please take off the wet dress and either get in the shower or put your robe on. We can still talk, just do something, I hate seeing you like that when I can’t hold you or help.”

You smiled to yourself as you moved to flick the shower on and began unwrapping yourself from the dress after you propped your phone up on the counter.

“Second of all, thank you again for doing this. She needed this so bad.” He smiled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck, “She keeps sending me pictures and telling me all about how much she loves you and how much fun she is having. I appreciate you so much, sweetheart.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” You smile brightly at him through the camera, ignoring the way he discreetly ogles you as you let the dress fall to the floor, leaving you completely bare and exposed. “You know I love spending time with her and that I love her as if she were my own.” You close the distance, picking up your phone before stepping into the shower. “I hope you know that, from here on out, she’ll be accompanying me to every photoshoot. She’s the best hypewoman ever.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You let loose a little laugh as you set the phone up on a shelf, making sure it was out of the water before dipping under the stream to get your hair wet. “I’ll send you all the pictures. I got some of her too. You’re gonna love them.”

He hummed in agreement, the sound coming from deep in his chest and sending shivers down your spine, “Of course I will. My two favorite girls–the ones I love the most in this world. I can’t wait to see them, baby.”

You paused your shampooing to give him a pout, “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you more, gorgeous.” He shot you a sad smile, “I would give anything to be with you right now, in that shower.”

You spun around, pointing a finger at him, “Are you trying to get dirty with me, Sebastian Stan?”

The laugh he let out lit you up from inside out, “No.” He tossed his hands up in a defensive stance, “Of course not. Why would I want to get dirty with my sexy, wet girlfriend while she’s showering right in front of me?” He playfully rolled his eyes, “That’s just insane!”

You giggled, “Well,”

“Are you..?”

You shrugged a little, hands trailing teasingly over your breast.

“Fuck.”

Tonight you’d indulge with him and tomorrow you could talk.

Clearly Georgeta hadn’t told him about the hate and it’s definitely something that could be dealt with later.

You were on vacation and all else could wait.

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