#taylor swift references

[luvingspence]

𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩

early seasons!spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer gets emotional once he realises how much his girlfriend loves him <3

also spot the taylor swift and twilight reference girlies! and apologies for how cheesy this is, it’s very rushed bc exams so it isn’t proofread :(

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

His apartment felt different now that she was here. There was more colour, her pink slippers were next to his, she now kept tulips in a lovely patterned vase in the kitchen, and there was now a thrifted clothing rack in the corner of their shared bedroom for the clothes that refused to fit in the large oak wardrobe.

The atmosphere felt altered too. The candles she burned smelled warm, he now couldn’t wait to come home, compared to how he used to feel. Knowing he would be coming home to an apartment that wasn’t empty and lonely filled him with a feeling that was almost indescribable. It was like having butterflies in his stomach, but all so much more than that. Something in his chest blossomed and happiness spread to every corner of his body when he saw her perched on the sofa with her fingers skimming the pages of one of his books, or when he saw her in one of his sweaters with the most adorable frilly apron around her waist when baking in the kitchen.

Though, today was an unusual day off. By some miracle, Hotch had managed to convince Strauss to get another team on-call for the coming week. After three back-to-back cases, all lasting a week long, Aaron knew his team needed to sleep in their own beds.

So there he was, in thick, odd socks many sizes too big for him, a green cable knit sweater, and grey plaid-pyjama trousers on his sofa watching re-runs and more re-runs, waiting for his girlfriend to come home. It felt strange to be the one at home for once, but it was pleasant.

“Spence, honey.” Manicured fingers carded through his long-ish hair, he jumped. She giggled.

“Sorry, you looked like you were about to doze off there,” She circled around from the back of the sofa and sat next to him, thighs touching and arms now tangled together, “guess you didn’t hear me come in, huh?”

“Guess not.” He bashfully winced, embarrassed by his skittishness.

“How was your day off then, genius?” Whilst inquiring about his day she pulled a blanket that Penelope had bought Spencer off from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around them.

“Good, it was good.” He leaned his head on her shoulder and cuddled closer. “It was going to read today but I just watched Doctor Who re-runs, I don’t get to do that often.”

“Sounds good, honey.” Y/n smiled softly and kissed his forehead, “you of all people need a lazy day every now and then.”

Spencer silently nodded and slide further down the sofa so he could rest his sofa against her chest. He felt something cold and metallic against his chest. A curious hum escaped his lips. “What’s wrong, honey?”

He sat up straight, now looking down at his sweet girlfriend. He brought his hand to her chest and fingered at the new metal handing from her neck.

It was a cute little golden locket. It looked to be vintage. It was oval in shape and had floral patterns and vines creating a lovely botanic boarder around the locket.

“This new?” He mumbled, still twirling the locket between nimble fingers.

“Oh this?” Y/n softly smiled down and wrapped a gentle hand around Spencer’s wrist while he played with the chain, “Yeah, it’s new. I saw it in a little vintage shop when I was out with Penny last week. It’s cute, right?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” It did look adorable. It fell neatly just below her collarbones. It was a very her necklace. He imagined it would look well with all of her clothes, especially the sundresses and lacy tanks she loved so much. “It’s very pretty. You look very pretty.”

“You’re the sweetest, Spence.” She grinned widely. She ducked her head and laid chaste pecks along his neck before resuming their cuddling. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulled her close and ran his fingers down the side of her arm, his fingers touched her so gently it felt like he was barely there. It was a sweet, rare moment of uninterrupted peace for the couple.

Spencer though, his brain was still whirring. Why hadn’t he noticed the locket this past week? It was more than unusual for him to not notice something new about Y/n. Maybe he should ask.

“Have you been wearing this all week?” She shook her head.

“No, it’s a locket! I didn’t want to wear it empty.” She giggled, she removed her head from it’s place on her boyfriends shoulder and fiddled with the locket’s opening.

“Did you put a picture of Taylor Swift or that other singer you like in there?” He chuckled.

“Lana Del Rey?” She corrected, “and honestly, I thought about it, but no.” She glanced up at him and smiled, he noticed a flustered expression on her face.

Once she got the locket open, he saw it. In a heart shapes frame inside the pretty locket, was an even prettier picture of the two of them. How she managed to get a photo small enough of the two of them to fit inside the locket, he was clueless.

“It’s us?” His voice became quiet, his pink lips formed a small pout.

The picture was simple, they had been out with friends in the summer. He was casual attire, which was a very rare occurrence, ordinary black trousers and a beige cable-knit sweater with his usual converse. Y/n was a sight to behold, however. Perched on his lap comfortably in adorable sandal-wedges and a sweet white sundress, she was planting a loving kiss on Spencer’s cheek while he grinned at the camera.

“Of course it’s us,” She looked down as if she had a reason to be embarrassed, “I know it’s cheesy but, I just… I don’t know. I love you. Like, a lot.”

He was for once, speechless.

He suddenly felt like the young, timid, and perpetually awkward twelve year old version of himself with too-long hair and glasses a little too big for the bridge of his nose. Never, and he could not stress the never enough, had he thought that would find someone who cared and loved for him in such a pure, wholesome, unabashed way.

“I love you.” He quickly said. He had never been more sure of anything.

She cooed, obviously enamoured with the man before her. “I know you do, Spence.”

“No, I mean,” He took a shaky breath, “I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. Loving you and being loved by you has made me feel a form of happiness I never thought possible for a person like me. Before I experienced this, love, I thought it would be simple, black and white, but it’s so golden. You’re my golden.”

He’d lifted her hand to his mouth and gingerly placed a teary kiss on the back of her palm. He didn’t let go. He couldn’t let go.

He’d never let her go if she’d let him.

“Spence, honey,” She sniffled. Making her cry hadn’t been his intention, obviously, but he assumes that from her giddy smile and softened gaze that they were tears of happiness, of love, of all things good. “I’m golden?”

He only nodded, but that was all she needed.

“You’re my golden too, Spencer.”

[pearlynia]

Regulus "who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay" Black

James "I'm a mirrorball, I can change everything about me to fit in" Potter

Sirius "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home" Black

Remus "You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding" Lupin

Barty "don't blame me love made me crazy" Crouch

Evan "the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now" Rosier

[badingsm]

*post lasik eye surgery*

y/n, in the kitchen with her lenses taped in her eyes: i want a snack..

nat, hums, guiding her: go on, get anything you want, detka.

y/n, found 3 pieces of banana on the counter, getting one before sniffling quietly: ...that wasn't the one i wanted.

nat, lowly chuckling: stop, you can't cry, love, that's not what you're supposed to be doing.

y/n, sniffling: i tried to get this one—the one with the stem..

nat, giggling: okay, okay, let me get it for you.

y/n: what do we do with this now? *points at the banana that you don't want, pouting*

nat, grinning as she kissed your head: i'll eat it, moya lyubov, it's mine, don't worry.

y/n, frowning: but it doesn't have a head.

nat: i hate heads... well, *smirks* aside from yours, if you know what i mean.

y/n, teary chuckles: stop making me laugh so much!

*y/n laid down in bed, eating the banana*

nat: don't fall asleep eating a banana, okay?

y/n, scoffing: i'm not asleep, my mind is alive!

nat, laughing: okay, baby.

[itsjustaninchident]

Our Song 🎧

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

smau

summary: our song might've been yn's and daniel's song❣️

warning/s: none

author's note: got this sudden idea because of how daniel mentioned that his favorite taylor swift song is 'our song' (he's definitely a swiftie because he didn't go for the generic straight man answer for his fave ts song)

yourusername

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yourusername i was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car, he got a one hand feel on the steering wheel the other on my heart❤️

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user1 AWWWW

user2 NOW WHERE DO I FIND SOMEONE TO DO THIS W ME

user3 where's my silly race car driver driving for me and jamming to our song?????

landonorris he's definitely enjoying that

danielricciardo baby, is something wrong?

yourusername nothing, i was just thinking how we don't have song.

user4 THE SWIFTIE AND YNDANIEL FAN IN ME IS SCREAMING

user5 THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user6 im too soft for this

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo our song is the slamming screen door. sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.

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yourusername when we're on the phone, and I talk real slow, 'cause it's late, and my mama don't know :P

danielricciardo the first date, "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have" 😗

user1 THIS IS SO SILLY AND IM HERE FOR IT😭

user2 i love how they're both so down to post silly stuff like this its just so cute

user3 lord i actually love my parents sm

user4 as a swiftie, I didn't know we're now required to vibe to our song by pair😔 anyone wants to be my partner?

user5 im so single😭

user6 THIS IS THE VIBE

user7 taylor wrote this about them

yourusername and danielricciardo

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yourusername and danielricciardo asking god if he could play it again

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user1 did u post this to physically cause chaos and hurt amongst the single nation of this earth

user2 the fact that they went to the eras tour and their surprise song was literally "our song"?! they're like the luckiest couple ever

taylorswift ❤️

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yourusername I LOVE U TAY

user3 MOTHER LIKED AND COMMENTED

user4 yn is just like us

user5 yn is such a swiftie and im here for it

user6 where's mine😭

user7 this is so pure

user8 oh to have a boyfriend like daniel who supports your fangirl life😭 yn is so lucky

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danielricciardo I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song

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yourusername you're my favorite song🤍

[farfromstrange]

New Year's Day | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You recount your history with Matt and the highs and the lows of your relationship.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptive writing & lack of dialogue, mentions of blood, but this is mostly very tame

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: This One-Shot is dedicated to my bestie, @blackshadowswriter. I'm a bit late, and I'm sorry for that. It took me a bit to finish. I just want to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. I also know you love Taylor, so I thought "why not write a fic and use as many song references as possible? She's going to LOVE that!" You're my favorite person in the world and you deserve this. I love you. I'm all out of words because I'm anxious as hell about showing you this. It took me two days to finish. I wanted it to be as good as I could make it. I'm still not 100% sure, but I never am when it comes to giving gifts. I hope you like it <3 (This is also why I'm not tagging anyone else because this is a gift for my best friend and I intended it as such)

From the moment you bumped into him on the corner street of your favorite café, you knew that he was the kind of chance that would only come around once in a lifetime.

It wasn’t like you, at least not back then, to buy a stranger a coffee. And it was even less like you to give him your number afterward.

You had never been big on dating at that point in your life. You used to take things exactly the way they came to you, and dating never really seemed to fit into that narrative.

You preferred to lose yourself in your own world, a world where no one could touch or hurt you the way you’ve been hurt so many times in the past by people who claimed to care about you—people who claimed to love you, and in the process, you lost sight of the fact that there are still a handful of good people out there.

No one can blame you for thinking like that though. Your heart has been broken one too many times, and not just by broken relationships. 

Deep down, you craved to find someone capable of understanding all of you, not just the pretty parts. You almost felt pathetic for pretending you didn’t need it and still thinking that way.

But deep down, you craved to find someone who wouldn’t be afraid of sticking around, someone who would never leave you because life tends to get hard.

It seemed nearly impossible to find a person like that without breaking your own heart, so you decided to retreat into your shell. Better to keep your heart safe and protected than put yourself out there and be broken all over again, right?

Those stupid love songs on the radio and the endless romantic stories of your friends’ dating lives, however, fueled your need for the same kind of connection only a few songwriters know how to put into words.

You wanted to fall in love, find the right person, and heal. You wanted to figure out why love wasn’t like the burning red of sex and passion but golden, like daylight. A love living for. A love fighting for.

You felt so stupid, secretly pining for an innocent childhood dream that eventually got crushed after years of heartbreak, but that is what happens when someone becomes chronically lonely. You turned to daydreaming because at least in your head, your life could be perfect. Not just good, not just livable, but filled with love and happiness.

Truth be told, when you’re your own worst enemy and have an inner saboteur set out to destroy everything that could be remotely good for you because you truly believe you don’t deserve it, it’s hard to allow yourself to be open. So perhaps that is why you chose to lock yourself away and live in delusion instead. Not facing reality became standard procedure in your way of life.

You tried blaming it on your past, your broken relationships, and disappointments, and while that played a big part in your trauma, you also slowly started to realize that you might have been hurting yourself so you wouldn’t have to open up ever again.

In an attempt to erase all the problems, you became the problem. You became your worst enemy, someone chasing ghosts that stayed long in the past and only came back to haunt the living shit out of you. But that’s a survivable condition. 

You tried therapy, you tried turning your life around and starting anew, and while that helped you find a job you love, find a nice group of friends, and make peace with what’s been broken, nothing else seemed to change. 

You had barely started putting yourself back together again when you bumped into him. You were late for a meeting, so your focus was on your phone instead of the street before you.

It was your fault. He was just trying to make his way over the sidewalk, his cane tapping in a steady rhythm to make his way forward, and you stepped right in the middle of it. 

You remember him grabbing your arm, catching you before you could fall. He wasn’t even irritated. When you looked up in shame, seeing the red glasses and the came, you begged for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?”

But before you could go on a rant about your stupidity, he cut you off, and in the silkiest voice possible, he said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Are you?” 

“What?”

“Are you okay? You seem in a bit of a rush. Don’t want you to accidentally bump into a car next.” He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. Blood rushed to his cheeks. “That was a bad joke, sorry.”

You just about melted. “It’s okay,” you found yourself chuckling. “And so am I. I was too focused on my phone. That was my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself. It happens,” he said. He was so calm about it, unlike other New Yorkers you’ve met before.

Maybe the fact that you found him extraordinarily attractive and easy to be around compelled you to ask if you could buy him a cup of coffee to make up for bumping into him, completely abandoning your plans to make it to your work meeting five minutes late.

He introduced himself as Matthew. A lawyer. Not one of those rich defense attorneys who simply do it for the money. No, he does it to help people, and you fell for him right then and there. 

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was destiny, or maybe it was just dumb luck, but that day, when you got home after work, his number in your phone and a stupidly giddy smile on your flushed face, you knew that you’d somehow been enchanted to meet him. 

You never believed in love at first sight until you bumped into Matt Murdock, but the second you did, your life flipped upside down and changed in ways you could have never predicted. 

It is possible that the song playing over the speakers in the café right before you bumped him played a part in how you perceived the interaction. You’ve never been one to believe in coincidences. Nothing is ever accidental, and neither was your meeting. It couldn’t have been. 

You found each other when you needed someone, anyone, both of you, and it stuck. Thankfully, it did. 

Summer that year was cruel with New York drowning in an excruciating heatwave. You’d been meeting up with Matt for a couple of weeks, but you didn’t have it in you to put a label on whatever delicate thing was starting to build between the two of you. You didn’t want to wrap your hand around it and accidentally shatter something you could see growing into something more in the future. 

He was unlike anyone you’d met before, and he treated you in a way that made you believe, finally, that you are worthy of love. Not just giving but receiving because Matt himself struggled to see his worth after years of being disappointed and being there for everyone but himself. 

Love is a fragile thing though, and you have never been quite good with fragile things.

After a night of drinking away your sorrows at a nearby bar, you made your way to his apartment. You took a cab, too wasted to find your way there by yourself. You remember that you were crying; you were miserable and loathing yourself for several reasons that didn’t even make sense to you then.

When you arrived there, you knocked on his door. You didn’t get an answer. Just as you started to turn around and make your way back outside, you could hear a thud from the other side of the door. Panic settled in. You didn’t even hesitate before you opened the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and made your way into the dark interior of his apartment. 

Finding your blind, catholic not-boyfriend in a pool of his own blood, wearing a leather-clad suit with the horns of the devil had not been on your to-do list until that night. Reality hit you just as fast and knocked sobriety back into your senses as the adrenaline started to take over. 

He let out a grunt. Your name passed his lips. He sounded so weak, so fragile, and you just stood there, your heart pumping too much blood for your body to handle. 

“What the fuck?!” you said. You didn’t yell, you didn’t snap, you simply didn’t know how to process this information. 

You were well aware of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen parading outside at night, beating up criminals and giving them a good fright—Matt did not fit the picture you had of the guy until you saw him lying there, obviously injured. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said hoarsely. He tried to roll over, but the pain turned out to be too severe. 

Needless to say, he passed out on you without a proper explanation, and you somehow had to use what little you could remember from first-aid to help this bleeding mess of a man. You feared that you would lose him that night, and that was when you realized that, on top of falling for him, you didn’t care who he was, you only needed him to live.

When he woke up to you hovering over him, he groaned. “I’m sorry,” was all he said. “I’d understand if–”

“Don’t talk,” you cut him off with a finger on his lips. You wouldn’t let him push you away. Not after everything you’d been through.

He tried to sit up. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“It’s not exactly something you lead with on a first date. I get it. What I don’t get…”

“I didn’t lie,” it was his turn to cut you off. You remember looking up at him, and you heard him out. You had to. In your mind, there is an explanation for everything, and you were once again proven right at that moment.

He bared his life story to you, how he survived through tragedies no human should ever have to face. How he turned blind, how his senses heightened, and how he lost the one person he could always count on. When his father died, something changed in Matt. He tried to go straight, to do his father proud, but he couldn’t ignore this desperate need for justice forever. He felt cursed. So, he became someone who could make a difference, and not just as a lawyer.

He expected you to walk out, but you didn’t. You saw him for who he was, and you accepted him.

“I think I’m falling for you, and it scares the hell out of me,” you blurted out that night.

He stared at you, his unfocused eyes bewildered, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to find an answer.

Just when you thought he would break your heart after putting your trust in him, he let out a shaky sigh and he kissed you.

He wasn’t ready to say it back just yet, but he spoke to you through actions that made you feel confident in what you were growing again.

You somehow already knew back then that Matt Murdock would be the man you one day would marry and spend the rest of your life with. 

The truth is, you two have been through a lot throughout your relationship. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing, but you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t worth it. 

From the moment you met him to the countless dates, sharing coffees over empty takeout containers, kissing in the rain, Daredevil, fighting over the beautiful women in his life that almost broke you, and fighting over his desperate need to push those away who only want what is good for him because he is own worst saboteur.

It all led you down a journey that turned out to be harder than expected and not at all the love story you envisioned, but it still turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to you. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you. 

You used to run away from happiness out of fear of getting hurt, and Matt did the same. He feared to admit it, but then he met you and he finally realized that running was of no use because you were more than ready to stick around through everything. Through every disaster and heartache—through every broken bone, you stuck around.

You saw something in him from the moment you met that no one can ever take away. You got a taste of heaven from the devil himself, and even though he was darker than the sunshine you wished for in your life, you managed to find a way to bring some light into his life. 

You are sunshine, even on your worst days, and he’s midnight rain. But you love the rain. You love him. 

Your first kiss happened in the rain. He took your hand and asked you to dance, and you did. You danced to the sound of the raindrops pattering against the asphalt beneath your feet, and it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—Matt engulfed in the soft moonlight, his hand in yours, and a big smile on his irresistible lips. 

You want more of those nights. Even the nights you’ve had to patch him up or hold him as he broke down from all the weight he often enough carries on his shoulders, you want more of those. You want all of them.

You want him and all the strings attached to him, no matter how painful because ever since he can remember, people have walked out on Matt and hurt him in ways you can only fathom. You don’t want to be that person. 

He opened up to you. He decided to be vulnerable. He stood with you through everything and fought for you when you thought you two wouldn’t last.

He gave you his best smile and his tears, and he laughed with you every night that you waited up for him to come home safely. He quickly became the moonlight to your sun—it is a different kind of light, but it is a light that sustains you nonetheless. 

You want all of his laughter and never miss it again. You want his smiles. You want his tears. You want to spend every waking second with him. You want to miss him and welcome him back home after an agonizingly long night of worrying. You want to cheer him up in court and be his lucky charm. You want to wear his initial on a chain around your neck, in Braille, because he got it for you on your birthday. 

“I know I don’t own you,” he said to you, “but I love you. And I know you. I want you to carry me close to your heart the same way I’ll always carry you close to mine.”

And his, you are. You’re no one else’s but his, and even if that sounds a bit territorial, you don’t care. You want all of it and more because it’s Matt you’re talking about, no one else. Not a stranger but the man you love so desperately it hurts sometimes.

All the girls he loved before don’t matter because he’s got you now. You forgave him more times than he probably deserved. You held on when he barely had any strength left. In return, he has shown the same kind of devotion to you time and time again. How can you ever say no to any of that when you are so in love? 

All those memories replay in sudden flashing sequences right in front of your inner eye. You love him more than anyone has ever loved him. You pulled him out of a very dark hole. You saved his life. And he saved yours. 

As he’s kneeling in front of you now, your hand in his and clutching the small, velvety box in his other, your life passes by before your eyes. Your life alone and your life together. You recount every memory in a millisecond, too shocked to even comprehend what is happening. But it is happening. 

Matt Murdock is kneeling on the floor before you, the glitter, confetti, and sticky champagne someone spilled earlier most likely leaving a stain on his good dress pants, but he remains unwavering in his decision to open that little box and show you what he’s been hiding for a while. 

It’s a diamond ring, something he probably took months to save up for. It’s small yet elegant, and it’s staring right at you. He’s taken his glasses off to try and do the same. You would marry him with paper rings, that much is true. 

Matt says your name oh-so-softly. “Will you marry me?” Four words that stop your heart and restart it at the same time. 

He sees right through you. You see right through him. Even in your worst times, you were there for each other, and now he’s asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Together. To give him all of your days and nights and he will give you all of his in return. He is asking you the question you’ve been wondering if he would ever ask it, and he did. 

The fireworks go off in the distance, in your stomach, everywhere. The new year has rounded the corner. People are cheering and celebrating around you, but you don’t pay attention to them. 

The clock strikes midnight and with the softest smile, you say, “Yes.” You don’t need to tell him that you would do it a million times over because he knows. He knows your heartbeat, and he knows that you would never lie to him. 

He doesn’t waste time to pull you into his arms and kiss you softly, passionately, as if both of your lives depend on it. 

It’s a bit cliché, to get proposed to on New Year’s Eve. To start the new year with the man you love and a ring on your finger. But that only means that you will still be together on New Year’s Day, and all the days after that. 

Matt chose you. You chose Matt. You chose a life together that is as unpredictable as they come, but at least you have each other to hold onto. 

And he will never be just the stranger that you bumped into in front of your favorite corner café ever again. You have him now. Maybe that was your plan all along. Maybe you are the mastermind he knows that you are. None of it was accidental. 

And now, Matt Murdock is yours. Forever and always. 

[chasingthestarss]

Sirius “I can go anywhere I want just not home” Black

And

Regulus “I’m right where you left me” Black

[hoe-4-the-clones]

Akaza: "Kyojuro, become a demon or forever hold your peace."

Tanjiro and friends: "Rengoku, don't say yes. Run away now!!!"

[itshoneywhatever]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @ravens-words for this, and this is something I haven’t posted yet nor share anything about it besides the main idea here.

Jake is a single father to a 12 year old daughter:

“C’mon dad, turn it up!” Katie says from the backseat.

Jake smiles and does as he’s told, happy to indulge his daughter’s obsession with screaming Taylor Swift songs. Now it’s Cruel Summer blasting through the speakers of his Jeep, Katie singing happily along.

“You ready?” She says, right before the best bridge in existence — at least according to his twelve year old daughter— starts.

Jake’s smile widens, joining his daughter in her singing/yelling, “I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar,” he looks through the rear view mirror to see Katie dancing as much as she can with her seatbelt on. “Said, 'I'm fine,’ but it wasn't true, I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.” He yells alongside her as he pulls into the lane leading to the school drop off. “And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, oh.” He parks just in time to turn around to look at his daughter beaming at him. “And I screamed for whatever it's worth ‘I love you,’ ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? He looks up grinning like a devil!” Jake laughs as she continues to sing, unbuckling her seatbelt and grabbing her stuff. “You got everything, peanut?”

“Yes, dad.” She moves forward to kiss him on the side of his head before jumping out of the car.

He turns down the music when she walks to stand next to the passenger door, the window rolled down so they can talk. “Remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Sorry, where are we drawing the line again?” She replies with a cheeky smile that reminds Jake of her mother. God, he misses his best friend so much.

“No stealing any aircrafts, unless it's to save the world.”

“Got it!” The school bell chimes in the distance “okay, gotta go now. Bye, dad.”

“Bye. Love you, monkey!” He yells the last part once she’s a few paces away.

“Love you, dad!” She yells back without turning around, waving a hand in the air as she continues her way towards the school’s entrance.

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This story will contain Hangster of course, the Dagger Squad and a lot of Taylor Swift songs

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[ask-missparker]

These hands to let it go free and this love came back to me / OUAT FanFic AU ⚔️

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai & Snow!Amelia

Summary: What happens when your brother crashes your wedding with an unexpected gift that made you question your love and worth? A curse.

Characters mentioned : Ben Barnes as The Dark Prince, Liane, Cole, Ethan, Cassandra, Jeremy, Cherik and etc

Note: There was a time when the couple was on the run hiding from the royal forces, going as Nicholas & Amara

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The wedding bells were ringing in the heavenly lit castle with guests from all over cheering as the couple dressed in whites and browns smiled being newly announced as husband and wife.

Snow in her pure feather dress with red edges to give it an accent as Charming was dressed in browns and blacks, his captain hat styled with a deep green feather attached to the inside.

Just then, the doors banged open and in swung the dark prince of crime, a king of shadows you can say holding up a playful fireball as he giggled. The crowd gasped, some yelled and others knights raced in protection as the prince with a flick of his wrist threw the guards back then glared at the couple.

“How cute. Didn’t think of inviting your brother to the wedding?” Yelled the dark prince of crime.

Charming held his wife closed and pointed his sword as he spat, “Get out!”

“Relax, brother. I’m here to offer you a gift for your precious little wedding and you’ll like it.”

“I don’t want it! Get out, Alexander. Your not king anyone, only a mere prince.”

“Oh hush, you never let me finish. Here’s my gift, this whole day will be a peaceful one, I’ll even give you the week. But starting Sunday at the tip of midnight, I will destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Charming ordered the guards to get up and lock the castle, as he threw shadow sword straight at his brother, in a cloud of smoke older man disappeared. But he left with a cut on his right arm as the shallow sword dropped.

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Weeks—months past as Charming and Snow, also known as Nicholas and Amara when on the run, have gotten that news with their friends and found family. As they tried to all search for the prince, regroup and find a way to stop whatever cursed plan that is coming their way.

Nikolai was searching one night, stressing about it in the king’s office of their castle as he spoke with Marlene and Melissa about it. Princess Liane, sat down trying to figure out how it can play out.

His wife stole him for a moment, telling everyone else to rest as she stood in the castle’s kitchen making him a sandwich as he sat down listening to her words. He adored that she was always supportive and there to ease his emotions with a couple of smoothing words, even when he felt he had the entire weight of world on his shoulder.

She placed the sandwich on the table telling him to eat as she listened to his worries and rubbed his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“My heart, you’re in need to sleep and regroup later. You’ve been practicing your sword fighting all week and if not, you’re scouting with Marlene..” She said with a sigh, “He’s just trying to get into your head.”

“He’s not. He once held me captive in his chambers underneath the castle because he thought I was a better sword man than him. Poison me with a stupid apple and gave you a sleeping a curse..” He replied taking a bite out of the sandwich humming.

“If he hasn’t inactive since the wedding, he won’t be now. He’s petty and narrating a path that will lead him to more hate towards you. He wants to get in your head and not feel worthy of your title.”

“Am i worthy of this?”

“You married a farm girl, who was thrust into a world of royalty. You showed me and others kindness despite all you faced, so yes. Your worthy. And our child will see that to be true.”

He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed small circles at catch their little prince or princess attention. He whispered a few sweet nothings to her belly and smiled getting a small kick in return.

Then he thought of something and smirked, “Your child. I want to ensure their safety if it’s the last thing I do..and will have to ask Cassandra to do so.”

She gave him a confused look with slight fear, “I-is that asking of too much? What if she says something that isn’t true?”

“It will be. We can resting knowing they will be alright, protecting them from my brother and his dark plans will be worth it. She can see the future!”

“If she says I’m twins I’m gonna be freak out.”

With that he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He always planned on day having at least 3 children with her, especially knowing that she will be an amazing mother.

Within 48, Cassandra they arrived at the castle after guarding her flowers and spells to tell them all the truth behind the plans. Her eyes turned white and held up a finger with a odd look on her face.

She sat at the round table and spoke softly, “..The dark prince is casting a curse to spend us all to a land without magic, helpful dreams will never arrive. It will take over as much land as possible. He is teaming up with..the prince of mischief and Shaw to help with his spell.”

Those words caught Erik and Charles attention, as they sat the round table with their children Cole, Meira and Ethan. Erik grunted and looked at his husband who sighed already thinking of what can be done to protect their young.

Liane sighed looking at Ethan and then Nikolai, as she heard Cassandra speak softly what she can see. 3 villains all in one go, but the main one was Alexander who caused the grand curse as to destroy everyone at play. She wanted to protect her soon niece or nephew from all of this just as much as the parents did, hell she wanted to protect her found family along with herself. Alongside her crush, that was Ethan.

Cassandra opened her eyes as if her flashes were over as she said, “I didn’t see much but we all don’t survive this smoking dark curse. But we can save ourselves once it’s hit.”

Nikolai groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as he shared a look with Cole, and asked, “How? My child is a stake here, Cass! My brother will be..”

“Relax! We can send a few into the curse with knowledge of it all.”

“I’m not risking that. Erik come on, our friends likes are at stake and we only half will know.”

Erik sighed and grunted, “You think I like this? I don’t. But if we can go with Cassandra’s plan find a safe spot and do a few thing, it will work.”

Cole scoffed, “Yeah, sure dad, with what?”

“The Enchanted Forest is filled with trees of all kind, if we crave one with elements of magical escape, we can send all of that.”

Liane asked, “You can’t be serious. What? Are we gonna make a wardrobe out of a tree?”

“She’s onto something. Yes that can work! Melissa can help carve it.” Ethan added as Meira nodding knowing where to find such tree.

Cole and her disappeared in a cloud of smoke with Erik to go search for it with a second to spear. Amelia was quiet the entire meeting, rubbing her husband arm as she leaned into her chair. Liane noticed wondering what exactly she is thinking as she noticing her friend look at her husband with worry. Melissa share a look with the other girls.

“Mia relax. It’s gonna be fine..” Liane spoke, fixing her tiara with a smile, “I heard stress is bad for the baby.”

She sighed, “I have not given up hope..but who will go through the wardrobe is my worry..”

“Depends on the magic it can hold. My heard my father say it sometimes take up to 3 people or more..”

Nikolai looked down at his wife and kissed her cheek, “I got everything under control. And if we can’t find one, we will still find each other.”

“And your brother? Honey, you got bags under your eyes..we all do.” She asked with so much concern for him and their friends.

“If he shows up, I’ll let him know that he will have to wish he never enacted the curse in the first place.”

“Cole will try to kill him along with you…”

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3 trees were found, as Melissa and Cole’s husband Jeremy carved it in the at the man’s workshop. Jeremy was a pirate first, builder second as he grinned.

The idea that wardrobe might protect memories and because children are most likely to believe in fairytales, they will remember once the reach the land. The adults might not remember every single thing, or so they think.

Rick, Roch and Luna planned on bringing their kids into one.

Bruce and Natasha suggest it would be for the best. Everyone single of them had their own plans and businesses to take care of that they kept a secret from each other.

Cole being the wiser one of the crew, knew if he didn’t make it into any wardrobe he would remember and know everything, by hearing the sound of any one of the kids names he will snap out of the trance and enact his murder to Alexander. He may not like Nikolai too much but Amelia was like a sister to him.

Beside that, Cole and Alexander had their own problems together in the past before he even knew that he was Nikolai’s older brother.

Suddenly the curse hit as cloud of smoke started to wash over the land as the crew started to fight for their lives, bringing any children to safety to the crafted wardrobes. At one of the castles, knights were coming as Erik was fighting them off with Ethan as he out of his own reasons, pushed his son into one of wardrobes closing it knocking him out cold.

Let’s just say Ethan arrived to the real world due to being knocked out cold without as many memories of his past near the woods of a city. It was rather fuzzy for him but he was fine, going on his merry way. Creating a bit of trouble that will come to bit in him the ass later on, in the future being a daughter named Belladonna.

The kids however arrived at the real world as well but somewhere else as the curse it them, waking up in their beds within a town. Where their parents there with them of course, but given cursed memories of not being fairytale characters.

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Meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, as the curse was slowly washing over the woods into the rest of the land, Amelia was panicking a bit more than she thought she would. Not as much as Nikolai, who was preparing himself for a possible war with Cole, if any arm came to anyone in the castle.

Amelia placed a hand over the belly, looking at the small bassinet nearby that was meant to their son. She looked over at her husband, not feeling like a princess but a little farm girl in worry as she said, “I’m ready to leave you..”

Nikolai placed his sword on the table and cupped her face, “You won’t be alone, my brother will pay for this.”

She sighed, “I know he will. But Cass and Cole predicted we will see everyone again on his 18 birthday..the closest thing is 16th. He will need his father.”

“And he will, tell him tales about me. How I slayed a dragon on my first try or how I became my time sailing a ship with Captain Hook.”

“You are so confident in this whole thing aren’t you?”

“I have courage and compassion, I learned that from you. Mainly, i have my wit, my charm and my powers..”

He about to say something else when he sensed a pressure in the air, then sudden his wife gripped his hand tightly muttering that they had bigger things to deal with it.

They were about to have a small surprise.

A few short moments later, Amelia was on the bed screaming in pain and cursing out how she can’t have the baby now. Nikolai held her hand trying to hush his wife’s worries, yelling for the doctor to do something.

The whole castle was abuzz with chaos. Liane fighting against the evil guards outside, Marlene flying about trying to give her wife time with any additional stuff to the wardrobe. Cole was on the rooftop of the castle with a murderous glare as Alexander and his curse reached closer than ever, trying any protective shield.

That was when Jeremy raced into the bedroom, with sword in hand telling Nikolai that the final wardrobe was ready, about to help get his friends to the nursery. Nikolai about to carry his wife and move her out to the wardrobe when the doctor told him to not take any chances, as their son was about to be born now.

Alexander reached to castle with his guards surrounding the place on the rooftop fighting Cole as Nikolai’s chuckled softly at his son being born and placed into his wife’s arms.

The curse is here, they basically failed. He was leaning towards the two pressing a gentle hand on his head hushing his cries as Amelia smiled with tears in her eyes humming a tone.

He was so small yet so beautiful, wiggling and whispering a little as his cries calmed down.

“Hey Joshua..our little love..” Amelia whispered smiling.

Nikolai used the back of his finger rubbing his child’s cheek and smiled, “..welcome to world, you couldn’t wait a few more hours could you sweetheart?”

“We failed..that’s okay..”

“But at least we’re together.”

Amelia paused for a moment and sighed wishing her husband’s strong wit and clever beliefs didn’t rub off on her but it did. She looked at him and said, “Go fight your brother..”

“What?” Nikolai said, holding his son in arms now fixing his baby blanket to keep him warm.

“..take him to the wardrobe with Jeremy and go help Cole..”

“No. Darling, no I can’t leave you like this right now. And not our son!“

“You said it yourself! We need to have courage and believe we will be okay, he will come back to us. It’s a risk, I know…”

“But we have to take it. We have to give him his best chance no matter what it takes. I hate it when I’m right.”

She pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, telling Joshua to be a trooper for his daddy as Nikolai smiled softly hearing her, kissed his wife quickly grabbing his sword and rushed out. He joined Jeremy in the hallway who was fighting his brother’s knights and raced down the hall, defeating them to fight more keeping Joshua relaxed in his arms.

Jeremy lead the way to the nursery, as he rushed off to kill some guards that were coming to Amelia’s room to find Melissa trying to wake their friend up but she was knocked out cold.

Nikolai raced into the nursery, stabbing a knight and dropped his sword to create a shadow to knock a few other guardsmen out cold, hell he made sure they were dead.

With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the wardrobe’s doors and placed his son inside safety pressing a kiss to his forehead telling him to have courage and find them soon as he closed the doors.

Just as he did, in a cloud of green and black smoke appeared Alexander and Cole neck and neck trying to kill one another. Nikolai stood up with a shadowy smile and glared blasting his brother to a wall, as Cole pinned the man to the wall shouting at him.

Two verse one, as the 3 of them fought and as the smoking clouds from the curse becoming a storm, that rip off the top of the ceiling as Nikolai gasped pinning his brother to the ground holding up a shadow in his a hand.

Cole was behind him, trying to block the storm and yelled, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere horrible.” Alexander said smiling with a glare.

“No shit dipshit.”

“In a few moments you won’t remember you were fighting me.”

“Very specific.”

Nikolai with a last minute stitch to leave a mark, pulling his sword in front of him and cut his brother in the same place he did months ago during his wedding day. A way for his brother to remember, that matter what happens he will never fully destroy his spirt. Alexander shouted in pain and pushed his brother away, causing him to storm back then attack Cole with a blast.

That was when cloudy spoke louder, engulfed the whole castle sending everyone to a town called Fighter-town, Maine.

Thanks for reading! What did you think of it? Yes I was watching season 1 OUAT pilot shhh 🤫

Fun fact! 🖋 Josh Dallas who plays Prince Charming in Once Upon A Time, played Fandral in Thor (2011)

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @mallowbee4 @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @rooster-84 @thecavalrywife and etc

[nayeliq1]

I Forgive You

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Status: Complete, 59k

Summary: The one where Aziraphale realises he needs to ask Crowley's forgiveness this time. Meanwhile, Crowley is just trying to make the Bentley stop playing Taylor Swift.

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I forgive you.

Aziraphale watched as Crowley walked out the door. He'd seen the demon walk out of the bookshop a million times, always knowing that he'd walk right back in the same door tomorrow.

This time, the door closed with a stifling sense of irrevocability.

This time, Crowley wasn't just walking out of his bookshop.

This time, Crowley was walking out of his life. 

His whole body trembled, his hand quivering uncontrollably as he brought it up to his tingling lips, lips that had been pressed against Crowley's only moments ago. He could still feel the demon's warmth, the harsh pull of Crowley's shaking hands fisted in the lapels of his coat. 

It had been forceful, an action clearly born from desperation, but still so gentle in a way that only Crowley had ever been with him. 

He had wanted to melt into it, to grasp the demon in return and hold on tight until their words of anger were forgotten, until Crowley agreed to stay by his side as Aziraphale needed him to.

But he knew Crowley wouldn't, he didn't understand what he was trying to do, what he was trying to do for them both. 

All Aziraphale allowed himself was a single moment, one single moment to rest his hands on Crowley's back, one single moment of indulgence before his sense of responsibility forced them apart again. 

He would never forget the look on Crowley's face when he said it. The little breath of air that left the demon's lungs.

It had looked like acceptance, sounded like disappointment, tasted like finality. 

I forgive you.

Foolish. Stupid. Cruel.

Those hadn't been the words sitting at the tip of his tongue. Far from it.

But it didn't matter. Those had been the words he spoke, and he couldn't take them back now. 

He had gathered himself quickly when the Metatron came in, had put on a smile that was worth being called angelic. He hadn't had to use that smile in years, not since communication with Heaven had been cut off.

With Crowley, he had never needed that smile.

With Crowley, his smiles had been real. 

It felt even more forced now than it did before his exile.

"How did he take it?", the Metatron asked, and Aziraphale felt a laugh claw its way out of his throat that sounded fake even to his own ears.

"Eh...not well."

Not well indeed.

"Ah, well, always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too."

And no, Aziraphale thought. He wanted to go our way, with me. He asked just the right questions, but no one wanted to hear them.

"Right, ready to start?"

The Metatron looked at him expectantly, and Aziraphale found himself hesitating, found himself wanting to stall, as if there was a chance Crowley might come back if he just delayed and waited long enough.

"Anything you need to take with you?"

Not anything. That wasn't the right question. 

This wasn't about something, it was about someone. But he wasn't coming.

"No", Aziraphale said, the truth of that word sinking in and settling heavily in his chest. "Nothing I can think of."

And perhaps this wasn't right after all, it certainly didn't feel right, not anymore, not like this, not at this price, but...

Aziraphale looked out the window, at the world he was leaving behind. He looked around his bookshop, the home he was giving up. He looked at the empty space that Crowley should have filled with his presence, and-

"I-I think I..." 

I think I can't do this, he wanted to say. 

I think I can't accept your offer after all, he wanted to say.

I think I've made a mistake, he wanted to say. 

But the Metatron was waiting at the door, waiting at the door for him, like he was needed, like he was important.

He had agreed to this. He had duties now. He had responsibilities.

Aziraphale forced himself to smile.

"Nothing at all."

Continue on Ao3

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Header edit by me, lyrics from Foolish One (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift, picture source credit

[charlewiss]

f1 drivers as taylor swift lyrics (1/?)

[pearlynia]

Regulus "do something bebe, say something" Black

And

James "lose something bebe, risk, something" Potter

[itsjustaninchident]

☼Daylight

A Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Warning/s: Implied abuse

Genre: Fluff <3

Summary: Lando takes you on a date and you said something that he's never heard from you.

Author's Notes: Tbh I'm on a hunt for a fluff lando fic but I couldn't find one (mostly because I've read all of it already) so I decided to make one! If you have recommendations (for tooth rooting fluff lando) SEND ME SOME<3 Also comments are v v much appreciated as I am only a starting writer on here 😭

Lando wasn't your first love, that's for sure but he always made you feel everything as if you've never felt it all before, as if you've never been in love, and he was the first and only all along. He always makes sure to make you feel that you're the best any time he gets and you couldn't ask for more.

Like now, he decided to invite you to a date. A picnic along the park, you remembered telling him about wanting to have a picnic date but you never expected that he will remember it. No amount of five-star michelin restaurant could top this because he prepared and planned it all by himself (with a helping hand from his best friend of course).

You're in a park near your apartment, he laid out a blanket on the ground, surrounded by fairy lights, and flowers looking as if it's from pinterest. As you go through the basket of the things he prepared, he's rumbling about how he managed to do all of this hearing Max's name slip out of his mouth makes you giggle. Imagining all of the possible scenarios of how he managed to convince his friend to help him.

The contents of the basket put you in a trance for a while, your heart swelling of so much happiness. Happiness because all of the little things you thought he never remembered were all there.

How you mentioned you wanted to read a book while eating sandwiches on a park? Check. How you said you wanted to paint by numbers while listening to music? Check. How you said you wanted to just lay down the grass (with picnic blanket on of course)? Check.

As he continued on talking of God knows what, you stared at him lovingly but he barely noticed it because he's busy muttering curses of how he convinced (forced) Max to help him up with all of this. You kissed him. At first he was shocked but then leaned in and gave back the kiss with much passion if not more than you did. I love you amazement was an understatement, he stared at you with equal passion your gaze gave him. You were scared, was it to early to say that? Is this the part were he'll say sorry and tell you he's not that into you as you are to him? Or maybe he'll just simply lea—

As if he can hear your thoughts he shut you up by kissing you again, this time with more devotion. Grazing his teeth ever so slightly on your lip. And when you both stopped, catching your breaths, he stick his forehead to yours, staring at your clasped hands he muttered the three words because he knows that with you, actions are louder but you still need words to leave his lips for assurance. I love you Lando muttered, his breath touching your face and suddenly everything disappeared and you two are the only ones who mattered.

Just as though the past didn't exist. Your ugly past where everything just weren't in their right places, seeing everything in black and white, where you're always close to a breaking point not recognizing who you are anymore. Before him it was messy and everything not falling into place. Your world seemingly dark, navigating through everything without a guide. It was cold just the presence of darkness evading you. Because you trusted the wicked and let it consume you.

But with him you can be as vulnerable as you can, he'll hold you tightly tell you everything will be alright. Whispering you comforting words, your raw emotions so present for him to see and he'll take it with gentle words making you feel as if you're his only priority and nothing will get in his way for you.

Before you met him you thought love was burning red risky, obsessive, sealed with aggressive kisses and definitely dangerous but as you look at him beaming with happiness, his glowing face like embers of sun and the light in his eyes glow like no other stars can outshine, love has always been golden, like daylight. It's calm with love ever present, glowing like no other, safe with no one but him, comfortable as he hold you in his arms whispers of sweet nothings and never destructive as he helps you build the passion slowly, carefully in your own pace.

He made you realize that you can be love without feeling in danger, without the unnecessary adrenaline rushing through you. That he can love you as slowly, as comfortable as you want, in your own terms with your own rules, that he respect you, that he's truly madly deeply in love with you but he made you felt as though it's as calm as the sea breeze brushing past your face, like kisses of the sun when the day is almost ending warm but never too much, like the shine of the stars that trickle your face.

Nothing could ever make you feel like this, the constant happiness as if daylight never ends. Because love was golden all along. And the daylight just started shining, making you see him and never wanting to ever look away.

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[miss-celestia13]

Meet Me Tonight

Bodyguard Jake x Celebrity OFMC Smut

Words: 6.1K

After receiving a text from an unknown number, Kenzi decides to find out what they have to say. In a dive bar on the East Side, two very different people find holy ground and a new beginning. Part one is linked below.

Part two of:

I Can See You

Thank you for reading the last part! I appreciate each of you so much. Thank you for telling me that you enjoyed it. It’s very helpful, as sometimes I feel like I’m smutting into the void 🤭This is the last part of this story❤️

There are of course more swiftie references but you don’t need to be a fan to read, or even know the game tbh. I’ll Shh now and let you read ❤️

Kenzi

Unknown: Meet me in the dive bar on the east side. There is a back door if you don't want to be seen.

Kenzi read and reread that message until it was burned into her retinas. A bitter chuckle escaped her, and she shook her head. It was a challenge. A dare. To see if she was going to keep him a secret, wear the wigs, and hide from the hunters with cameras and cell phones. Or if she was brave enough to meet him as Kenzi and walk in the front door. She had thought she was protecting him by hiding and keeping him secret, but now she understood it had hurt him. She knew her reaction when they were found out hadn’t been reassuring for him. All she’d seen were headlines. Her face would be plastered everywhere. The jokes and memes that always spread when the world knew she had found love again would hound them for months. And she had panicked. He had needed her to reassure him, stay calm and handle it when it happened. But she'd been too lost in her head to see it. 

Her life had been a daydream and nightmare of extremes. The scales were never balanced, and she was always either on top of the world or at rock bottom. Her tendency to dive in headfirst, chasing the butterflies and the addictive rush of new romance, meant she often found herself in a crisis. It was her fault, as much as it was the fault of the media or the men, that broke her heart. She didn’t know how to do things halfway and never wanted to learn. She liked feeling everything so intensely and permanently. It wasn't worth it if it didn’t leave a mark, a phantom bloodstain on her skin, or a new hastily patched-up scar on her tattered heart. 

It was almost midnight. She had to decide fast. Was he worth the uproar that would no doubt make her life insane until the news died down? While she had been lost in that haze of lust and new love, she would have said yes without hesitation. But weeks of him running from her, no sign he cared except the burning weight of his eyes a second before he bolted, had left her feeling sour. Still, she wasn’t the type to play it safe. And she was so tired of pretending she was fine. Sighing, she glanced in the mirror and frowned. The dress she wore was far too fancy for that bar. They’d spent a few blurry nights there; most wore casual clothing.

She had made up her mind and was soon stripping out of her gown, throwing on a comfy sweater dress before shoving her feet into a pair of flat boots. She grabbed her wallet and phone while leaving her hair in its elaborate braid. Sneaking out of the house wouldn’t be too difficult tonight. It was like he’d planned it this way as she crept through and managed to make it to the stairs without being seen. She sent a text to Jessy, telling her where she would be and to tell her mom if she happened to find out she was gone and panicked. As she reached the ground floor, she realized the front door was a no-go. It was too well guarded, but she knew Stefan always took the back door and was always up for shenanigans.

Running on silent feet to the back entrance, she shoved the door open and found Stefan standing with his arms crossed.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He smirked, and she laughed at the teasing tone in his voice. He was older, more mellow than the others, and he knew how much she chafed at being under constant surveillance.

“I fancied a drink. Wanna come?” She waggled her brows, grinning as his eyes twinkled.

He sighed, pretending to think it over before he said with a shrug, “Why not? The gruesome twosome won’t care if I take my “break.” Come on then, I’ll be discreet.”

Kenzi thanked him profusely and followed him to his car. Once she was buckled in, he sent a message to tell the others he was off on break before driving her to Cornelia Street. Her hands quivered as she picked at her nails, teeth worrying her lip as she stared through the rain-splattered window and tried to calm her racing heart. What if he wanted to meet her to tell her this had all been a mistake? What if he regretted it? Regretted her? She would be furious. He hadn’t struck her as that cruel, but she didn’t know him as well as she wanted to yet. Heaving yet another sigh, she cursed herself and mentally tried to get a grip. Stefan hadn’t missed her silent fretting.

“Does this have something to do with that Jake guy?” He asked, and she froze, unsure if he’d turn the car around if she confirmed it. Her silence answered for her as he nodded and sucked his teeth.

“I didn’t know him well, but he cared a lot. You were his entire focus from the start. We are warned never to get involved with a client. It’s almost law. But how I see it is, who will protect the client more than the man in love with her?”

Her heart skipped and jumped, and she turned wide eyes on Stefan, “He never said he loved me.”

“He didn’t have to. It was obvious.”

Kenzi frowned; she had fallen for him so fast. Like a landslide, it had just tumbled down on her, and even now, mad as she was at his leaving, it was still there. Glowing incandescently, tarnished but still golden. Stefan pulled up outside the bar and parked all too soon, turning to her once he’d turned the car off.

“I’ll wait here; keep an eye on the street. Text me if you need help inside. Good luck, Kenzi.” He smiled warmly, and she was glad he was there.

Stefan had been her first guard and had been with her from the beginning. He let her away with murder but never slipped up in his duties.

“Thank you, Stefan. I’ll message you once I’m ready to leave.”

He nodded as she jumped out of the car, shut the door, and ran over to the entrance of the bar. She stared at the worn door. Ignoring the low drone of paranoia that she had been spotted, she drew in a tight breath and schooled her features into blank indifference as she pushed it open. Stepping inside that stuffy, dark bar, her eyes skipped over the few patrons in the front section. She couldn’t see him, and her pulse ratcheted up as she realized he was through the back in their private booth. The bartender had been cleaning a glass when she’d walked in. Now, he’d frozen in place, almost comically, as the hand holding the cloth hovered in mid-air. She met his eye, holding her index finger to her lips, and shook her head, eyes pleading until he nodded once and went back to cleaning. Praying he wouldn’t try to make a quick buck by tipping off the paparazzi, she hurried through the swing door leading to the darker, more private area.

Her eyes struggled to adjust to the dim red lighting as her gaze swung from side to side. Aside from the drunk couple snoring in the back corner, she saw only one dark-haired man. His head popped above the booth, and her breath stalled, but her feet didn’t as she moved without thinking. She rounded the table, catching sight of his profile as he sipped on a glass of whisky. He would have seen her before he looked at her, but the slow torturous seconds as he turned to her, lapis eyes widening a fraction as he took her in and saw no disguise made her smirk in satisfaction as she took a seat beside him. If she sat across from him, he could run again, and she was not letting him get away until they’d sorted this.

Jake shuffled down so she had room and slid a full glass along to her. Seeing it was an Old Fashioned, her hope grew brighter as she picked it up and downed it in one, ignoring the tremor in her hand as she sat it down with a clunk. He chuckled, the sound so familiar and alluring that she crossed her legs and turned to him, finding him watching her. She waited him out, could see the thoughts run across his face, and wanted him to give them life. She didn’t have to wait long.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come.” He said, barely audible over the music coming from the bar speakers.

“I had to see for my own eyes if you’d face me or run.” She replied acidly, cutting him a gimlet eye as he cringed and nodded.

“I deserved that.” He muttered and tossed back the contents of his glass, edging closer so they’d thighs pressed together, and she had to cling to her anger, ignoring the frisson of static running through her at the contact.

He was dressed casually. Dark jeans, a black hoody, and a pair of Nikes. His hair was tousled carelessly as if he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly, and the dark shadows under his eyes looked like sooty thumbprints. It pleased her to know the thought of her kept him up at night, and it made her feel brave when he turned the full power of his polished sapphire eyes on her. Framed by a fan of thick black lashes, she saw all of her hurt and yearning mirrored back in those eyes. It settled something in her, and the bar suddenly felt like home. Her righteous anger smoked and crackled, trying to ignite a wildfire, but relief kept it from spreading as his hand settled over hers.

“I am sorry. You - it - I didn’t run from you. I ran from the look on your face when you realized people were going to find out.” He whispered, coming so close he went out of focus.

“That look was because I knew that the second people found out, they’d chase you away. But you did it all by yourself.” It was a low blow and not the entire truth. She had tried to protect them and herself by keeping him a secret. But no one liked being hidden away, only taken out and enjoyed in private and ignored in public, like she was ashamed of him. Her life wasn’t her own. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep things just for herself, and she saw now it had hurt him. Her heart and mind were on opposite teams. Half of her wanted to climb in his lap and smooth the frown between his eyes. The other half wanted to make him feel the hurt, shame, and despair she'd been buried under for weeks. It confused her, so she did nothing as Jake laid all his cards on the table.

“We both fucked up. I should have quit the second I crossed that line, and you became more than a job to me. We were both at fault. I want to fix it, Kenzi. How do we do that?”

She glanced at their empty glasses, sighing as she replied, “I think we'll need more drinks if we are to figure that out.” She rose from her chair and ignored his quizzical look as she headed to the bar and grabbed the barkeep's attention. Once she had their drinks, leaving a hefty tip for the bartender in the hopes he'd keep his mouth shut about her being there, she returned to the table and slid Jake's drink over to him before she plopped back down beside him. She sipped it demurely and turned to him, eyes catching on his hands, long fingers wrapped around the cold glass, and was assaulted by lusty memories of those fingers in or on her body. He didn't notice her distraction as he eyed the amber liquid in the glass.

“What do you mean by 'fix' this?” She questioned, there were many ways to fix this. Only one would be worthy of a song.

Sapphire eyes pinned her in place. Roiling waters and deep regret in them made her freeze and brace herself for his rejection.

“I don't want to play games, Kenzi. I want to be with you. I don't want to walk behind you anymore.”

And there it was. Her mother's advice floated through her head, given to her years before, but it still fit. *May your heart remain breakable, but never by the same hand twice. It was sage advice, and she'd followed it religiously since it had been gifted to her, but her instinct now wasn't to flee. No, the look in his eyes and the earnest expression on his handsome face all spoke to the tiny flame of hope flickering in her chest as time spun out and the bar around them blurred in her periphery. What if he left her and spilled their secrets to the world? What if she left him and he still did that? It was a possibility with anyone she dated, but seeing the thoughts on his face, she knew somehow that he would never do that to her. No matter if they went down in flames or ended up in paradise, she felt it would be worth whatever pain it inevitably caused.

“How would that work? You have to work, and I will go on tour again. We'll never see each other.” There was a train filled with baggage that came along with dating her, he knew how insane it could get, but he was there anyway, waiting for his ticket to board.

He shrugged, gave her that familiar crooked smile, and murmured, “You can't plan for everything. We just have to try... Do you want to try?”

A deep breath, eyes locked on his as she smiled slowly, “I need to know something before I say yes,” She tilted her head, swirling her finger around the rim of her glass as he watched her intently, another breath before she went on, “Are you sure you even want to? You've seen what my life is like. Once the world knows about us, you will never be alone, no matter where you go. We will be watched and hunted. It will be unbearable for a while until they get tired of us. Are you ready for that? I can't stand waiting for you to bolt whenever something happens.”

“I know what will happen. I don't give a fuck. These last few weeks... I got a taste of what life would be like without you in it. I've hated every moment of it. I want you. The rest is just noise.”

It was true for her too. Those hazy, desire fuelled weeks with him had felt like a lightning strike, explosive and rare, and she hadn't been the same since. Nothing had felt right after he left, and she was going through the motions, a puppet on strings as she pretended she was okay and ignored the blackened smoking ruin in her chest where her heart used to be. An invisible hand slowly stitched that wound closed as she saw the want and hope in his gaze. A scar would remain, but scar tissue was stronger, a reminder she could move forward. She finished her drink and set the glass down.

“Okay. Let's try. I want you -” She never got a chance to finish, his hands cupped her face, and his mouth was on hers before the words could fall from her tongue.

Whisky was all she could taste as euphoria blasted through her, and she slid her hands into his hair to tug him closer. Biting teeth and bristled lips scratching her mouth, the bold stroke of his tongue obliterated the melancholy still hanging over her from these past few weeks. It was replaced with joy so dizzying she started laughing into the kiss, unable to stop her beaming smile as he chuckled and pulled back.

She was warm all over. The alcohol in her veins loosened her already loose inhibitions, and giddiness rode her hard as they stared at each other. It felt like an invisible golden cord had wrapped around them both. She wasn't sure how long it had been there, tugging them out of the wrong arms and toward each other, but it felt familiar enough that she knew it had existed for a long time. He took her hand in his, twining their fingers together, and let them rest on the table. That small touch shouldn’t have felt as intense as it did like her skin had been charged with frenetic energy, and she couldn’t sit still.

They talked for ages. Not even noticing as the drunk couple left the room and they were alone. He told her how much he’d missed her, how many times he’d dialed her number and couldn’t press the call button. She told him of the letters she wrote, the ones she’d sent straight into the fire instead of the mailbox. She told him how often she’d woken in the middle of the night, feeling like her room was filled with smoke as she paced the floors and wondered if she was fated to lose everything she loved. It was easy to tell him of the times she'd lost someone to the monster of her fame, and it was even easier to listen as he told her wasn't afraid of any of it. And she believed him. He only seemed to fear the effect it had on her. While she worried about his reaction, he had been worrying about hers, and if they'd shared their fears, maybe it would have gone differently. But they hadn't and could only make up for it right then. The scent of beer and whisky was strong in her nose in that dingy bar, and it felt more like hallowed ground as they talked.

He touched her through it all. His weighty hand lay on her thigh, fingers teasing her bare skin as she talked, and it took all her concentration not to react to it. She was feeling quite tipsy by then. The bartender kept bringing them drinks whenever he noticed they were done. Jake's pupils dilated as she sipped her fifth drink, eyes locked on her mouth as she licked her lip and put her glass down. His fingers climbed higher, inching up her inner thigh as he leaned in close, ran his nose up the column on her neck, and whispered in her ear.

“We should get out of here. Wait here, and I'll take you home when I come back.”

She frowned at first, brain slow on the draw until he stood, and she understood. Kenzi got up and stepped out of his way, shivering as he brushed a hand down her arm as he moved by her on his way to the bathroom. There was a mere second of thought, and no conscious decision had actually been made before her feet were moving. She followed after him, heart beating wildly in her throat as she stumbled into the hallway and saw him disappear inside the bathroom. She waited a few slow, torturous minutes before creeping down the hall, letting herself inside, and sliding the lock so no one could get a free show. Jake was washing his hands and smirking at her in the mirror as she approached.

“This is the men’s bathroom, Kenzi.” He pointed out as she put her back to the mirror, leaning against the sink and shrugging carelessly.

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed,” she arched a brow at the urinals to make him snort as he dried his hands with a paper towel.

“Cheeky, am I right in thinking you don’t need the bathroom?” He joked, a familiar glint in his eye as he crowed in close, nudging her legs apart with a knee and planting his hands on the sinks on either side of her body as he towered over her.

He didn’t touch her, but he didn’t have to. She felt him all the same as she crooned, “Oh, I need to use it, just not for its intended purpose.”

Jake chuckled, head lowering to breathe her in as he teased her, “What would the media think of that?”

She let go of the sink, sliding her hands up his shirt-covered chest and digging her nails into his shoulders, tilting her head back as she purred, “If you fuck me, you won't care what they think.”

A groan, his knuckles bleached white as he gripped the sinks tight, and his knee pressed into her already slick cunt as tension grew so heavy it was a weight on her chest while she waited for his move. His eyes had gone black, lips curled in a cocky smirk that made her glad she’d forgone underwear, and she knew she’d won when he licked his plush bottom lip a second before his mouth crashed to hers. Frantic, messy, and hungry, she clung to his neck as he backed them into a stall and locked the door.

She would have kissed him for hours, let the heat build to explosive levels before giving in to the urge to be fucked. But there wasn’t time as her hands dropped to his trousers, unbuckled his belt, and flicked open his fly, hand diving inside to wrap around the heavy hard cock already weeping for her as she swiped her thumb over the tip. He growled into her mouth, fingers digging into her hips and dragging her skimpy dress up to her waist. A shocked grunt when he found her bare, and then the kiss turned biting. The bar music pumped through the bathroom, and tinny speakers filled the room to disguise the noise she would soon make.

Stroking her hand along the length of him, she wriggled in impatience as he squeezed and massaged her ass. She was wet, hot, and working on instinct as she broke free of his sinful mouth, turned her back, and planted her hands on the tiled wall as he swiped a hand down her ass. She sensed him bending down behind her a second before firm fingers wrapped around her ankle and urged her to lift her leg and balance her knee on the lidded toilet. Stifling a giggle as she did as told, she knew if they got caught, she would be burned at the stake, but it only made it more exciting.

As he taunted her, the fat crown of his cock gliding through her saturated folds to tease, she felt a little crazed when his body covered hers. She was ready to snap at him for being cruel when he breached her entrance in one practiced movement. Hands scrabbling over the tile, cunt pulsing in pain and pleasure as he filled her, breathing hard and already whining. His dark laugh in her ear as his arm wound around her, hand dropping between her legs to toy with her clit as he waited for her to calm down.

Once she had stilled, inner walls softening around his cock, he began to move. Fast, hard snaps of his hips that she rolled back into and tensed herself so she felt every delicious inch of him. Her teeth were buried in her bottom lip, afraid the scream crawling up her throat would escape and give them away. His mouth was at her ear, telling her how perfect she felt wrapped around his cock and plucking at the strings of tension in her mind to make her whimper helplessly as he pounded into her. A warbling moan as his fingers circled her swollen clit, his hand came up to smother it, and she could taste herself on his fingers as he ordered her to be quiet.

Her entire body felt like it had just been woken from a deep sleep as he fucked her. The hand around her mouth fell between her thighs once more as she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from shouting out. She trembled as his thrusts turned punishing, and her hands slid down the tile, the fingers on her clit making her inner walls clench as her essence stickied her thighs. It felt like a metal spring inside her was being coiled too tight, pressure and pleasure twisting inside her as he fucked her. She had never wanted someone the way she wanted him. No one had ever made her feel this recklessly out of control and safe all at once.

She found it difficult to breathe as he mouthed at her neck, bite marks tattooed her skin, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide them. Tensing herself as he slid out, she whined and shook. The rough drag of his cock as he pushed back inside her made her feel delirious, and she was very far from caring about being caught. The hand grasping her hip gripped her tighter as a strangled sound left his mouth, and she smiled, pleased he was just as undone as she. He was addictive, dangerous for her heart, and everything she hadn’t realized she needed. Never before would she have found herself being fucked in a bar bathroom, until him. And she didn’t think she would ever regret it as pleasure seized her like a trap and made her feel boneless.

“Come for me, Kenzi. I can’t hold it back much longer.” Jake muttered, desperate as he nipped at her ear and his hips lunged so hard her teeth rattled.

A distressed whine slipped free as his words settled in her, and wetness flooded from her as his fingers focused relentlessly on her clit. It spread out from her center in deep, fiery ripples, the warning thrum of release, and her body quivered as he felt it and picked up his pace to follow her off the edge. Her cunt gripped him tight. The noises they were making echoed off the walls, but neither cared as lust took control. It felt like stars were dancing across her skin, gooseflesh flaring as she babbled his name and begged for a reprieve from the overwhelming pressure stealing her air and sense.

Her inner walls fluttered, her fingers desperately trying to find something to hold on to as the coil inside her finally snapped, and she screamed soundlessly at the ceiling as pleasure washed through her in glorious heated waves. All the hurt, fear, and worry of the past were cleansed from her body as she trembled and sobbed his name. Sparks ignited into flame, and she gave in to its lovely burn as he cried out and slammed into her one last time, coming hard as she clung to sanity and hoped she’d be able to walk out of that bathroom. He felt right, locked inside her dripping cunt as she possessively drained him to the dregs and enjoyed the aftershocks jumping under her skin.

He slid free of her with a lewd sound and whirled her around to face him, tugging her dress back down before he kissed her soundly. Relief and love were on his tongue, he never said the words, but she tasted them and fed them back to him. She pressed her thighs together, oversensitive flesh still echoing with his touch as she felt his come slip free of her body. That bathroom stall felt like heaven to her, and she was almost sad when he pulled away and unlocked the door. They agreed he would leave first and wait for her, and her smile never faltered as he slipped out of the bathroom, and she hurriedly cleaned herself up as best she could before following after him.

When she returned to their table and checked her phone, her heart jumped as she saw the time. She had to get home before anyone noticed she was gone, but she didn’t want to leave him yet. Instead, she met his eye as he finished his drink and took a deep breath before offering her home to him.

“I have to go. I want you to come with me.”

Jake arched a brow and said, “Are you sure? How will you explain my being there tomorrow?”

She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the booth.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the boss. I don’t have to explain anything.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but she wouldn’t hear it, not tonight, and led him into the main bar. It was almost empty now. Only one snoozing patron perched at the bar as she waved at the bartender and made a mental note to send him something for not tipping off the paparazzi that she was there. As they left the bar, she spied Stefan getting out of the car to open the back door for them, and he was grinning at Jake, at her as he did. Jake nodded to her guard, and Stefan clapped him on the back before he shut the door and got in the driver's side. As the black, soundproof partition slowly ascended, blocking Stefan from view and they were effectively alone, she climbed into Jake's lap and kissed him.

It was the fastest, most exhilarating car ride she’d ever had as their greedy hands roamed and hungry mouths stole each other's breath. She was a wanton brazen woman under his care and watchful gaze. Shameless as she touched and tasted and took everything he was willing to give her. They said the wicked got no rest, and she was more than willing to test that theory as Stefan drove into the underground parking garage and tapped on the partition. Reluctantly, she parted from Jake’s lips and spoke into his mouth.

“Come on, I want you in my bed for the foreseeable future, and if the neighbors don’t complain, we’ll stay there until they do.”

“Is that a challenge?” He rasped, trying to chase her mouth with his, but she managed to stay away as she untangled herself from him and opened the car door.

“It is. Do you accept?”

His ocean eyes were full of nothing but joy and delicate love as he nodded and said, “Always,” and took her hand, leading the way to the elevator.

***

A month of blissful, sinful time together flew by much too fast before the news broke and their private little opaque bubble burst, and her secret bedroom oasis was their salvation as the world clamored to snap the first pictures of the happy couple. Instead of regret, panic, and fear, she only felt certain and strong under the scrutiny of millions. Everything she had been afraid of happening when everyone found out had already happened, and she would not allow anything to steal her happiness. Jake took it in his stride, much to her surprise. He was very quiet, awkward around too many people, and preferred being alone with her than doing anything else. But her fears he would bolt were now nonexistent, and her old insecurities grew quieter with every passing day.

The month they had together before everyone found out had helped. Late nights sharing ice cream and dreams had ironed out the many creases in their relationship. He knew she could never give him peace, she could give him the world on a plate but never peace. And he had reassured her that no matter what or where they were, she was his peace, and they could withstand anything thrown at them. She felt like she was sixteen again, utterly obsessed with him, and he was with her. Her heart skipped a beat every time she heard his footsteps on the stairs. He still worked for another client, someone she knew in the industry, but he always came home to her.

Her team hadn't been happy the day after that night at the bar, but they had agreed to relax their surveillance a little since Jake would protect her wherever they went. Stefan's words had rung true for all of them. No one would protect her better than the man head over heels in love with her. And Jake Donfort let nothing near her whenever they were out on a date. Her mother had at first been furious Kenzi had risked a media firestorm that night, but it quickly fizzled out after Kenzi assured her all had gone well. Her mom was still wary of Jake, as she was with all her past loves, but she was warming up to his calm demeanor.

When she and Jake weren't together, she was in the studio or at home writing or planning. She was too busy to worry about what the naysayers were doing, and it was oddly liberating for her, who was damned if she cared and damned if she didn't. Jake was always the first person she would play new songs for, and when she finally dragged up the courage to ask him a question she had been itching to ask, she felt like she could fly.

“How would you feel if I wrote a song about you?” She had whispered under the covers and hoped he wouldn't hear the hitch in her voice as nerves threatened to steal her ability to talk.

He laughed softly and said, “I think that would be alright.”

And it had been more than alright when she finished it and played it for him. He hadn't given her the chance to set down her guitar before he was on her, and she grinned and pressed her thighs together whenever she heard the song in public. When the invite came, and his name was on it, she had told him they didn't have to go. They didn't have to give them official photos of them together if he wasn't comfortable. But he'd shook his head, told her to accept, and all too soon, they found themselves waiting to walk the red carpet.

Her hands were clammy as she fidgeted with her gown, hoping she wouldn't trip on the long train or break her ankle in her too-high heels. Jake looked dapper and far too distracting in his tux. He eyed her twitchy, edgy movements with a cocked brow and reached out to grab her hand when she lifted it to bite her nails.

“Calm down. You look like you're getting ready to walk into battle.” He whispered, squeezing her hand and kissing her temple as she sighed and forced herself not to pick at the lace on her dress.

“I'm nervous. They like to shout things at you to get a good reaction. I don't want to hear the same old jokes.” She said, already hearing the calls of, “Kenzi! Will you write a song when he leaves you?” that they so loved to throw her way.

Jake scoffed, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her, mouth pressing against the shell of her ear so only she would hear, “Ignore it. When we get home, I plan to spend hours between your thighs to make you forget all about them.”

She shuddered, swallowing hard as she slowly turned her head to meet his blazing eyes, “You're a cruel man, Jake. How am I supposed to get through this with that in my head?”

He chuckled, “You better think fast. We're up next.”

Startled, she looked over at the now open door and shook her head, grateful he'd distracted her from fretting, but now she just wanted to go home. Still, this was their debut, their show of unity, and his induction into her sparkling world. Adventures of the carnal kind would have to wait as she took his hand in hers, looked up, and smiled at the man who had turned her life upside down.

“Are you ready?”

“For you? Always.” He returned, and they walked out into the blinding array of cameramen and women together.

They were halfway down the carpet, posing for more photos, when he bent down and said the words she'd been dying to hear from him.

“I love you. No matter what happens around us, that will always be true.”

The photos of that moment would be printed and framed, hung on her bedroom wall as a reminder they could face anything together. And she loved him more than she could put into words. Her dazzling, watery smile in those photos had been answer enough for him, but she had managed to say it out loud once they were seated inside the venue, and neither had stayed long after that. If they got burned at the end of it all, at least they could say they had been electrified and wanted each other so much that nothing else mattered. They had been brave enough to try. They were lucky. Many people never got to experience a lightning strike twice, and she would cling to that when the world tried to break them. She would protect them as best she could while she was lucky enough to live her dreams and come home to the man she loved. It was more than she’d ever hoped for and she’d go down swinging to keep it.

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Thank you for reading! If you like, reblog, or comment, you are a star, and I am so grateful to you as it helps me so much. Thank you.

*Also this line; May your heart remain breakable, but never by the same hand twice. - It is from a poem Taylor Swift wrote, it is not mine, but it fits the moment for me.

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never have i ever used taylor swift lyrics in a school essay.

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