#the greatest showman fanfic

[bpmiranda]

Professional (Hugh Jackman) nsfw

A/N: purely fictional, age gap, 18+ f!reader, jealous!hugh, flirtationship, dry humping, semi-public sex, mild choking, unprotected sex, creampie

Hugh Jackman is a professional actor. He takes great precautions to never be disrespectful or arrogant or otherwise unpleasant to work with because he wants everyone working together to remain in good spirits. During the production of The Greatest Showman, his professionalism is put to the test and he knows that is exactly what you are; a test.

You’re happily bouncing from department to department, coordinating with costumes and lighting, making sure the stars are all wearing the correct shade and amount of makeup required for their scenes. Hugh is unable to keep himself from joking with you, he’s always hoping for your chair to be open in the makeup trailer, always flirting with the young makeup artist. Though, in his defense, you are quite the flirt yourself, even if he knows it is just your personality. That’s what makes it all the more difficult to restrain himself, you simply can’t help it.

“Is that my jacket?” He asks, doing a double take as you’re walking past him towards the trailer lot.

You turn around and look down at yourself, recalling that you did in fact take his zip up hoodie, and you laugh. “Oh, yeah, I got cold in the trailer and it was just sitting there. Do you like?” You ask, giving him a little spin and he chuckles, fighting to keep himself professional.

“It’s a bit big for you.” He comments, placing his hands on his hips as he notices how the hem of the hoodie falls at your thighs.

“Well,” You shrug, giving him a small smirk. “You’re a big man, Hugh.” You wink before continuing on your way and leaving him wondering how you might look wearing only his hoodie.

It’s not like you’re trying to seduce him, but that’s just the effect that you have on him. Your charming personality slowly chips at his willpower and makes him want to know you better, want to seek you out. “How’s that?” You ask as you finish shaving his 5 o’clock shadow, your fingers lightly touch his smooth jaw and you move behind him so he can look at himself in the mirror.

“You shave me better than I can.” He chuckles, rubbing his chin and lifting it up to inspect your work.

You grin triumphantly as you softly comb his hair back with your fingers, smoothing down a few strays. “Personally, I adore your beard,” You say, sighing as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and absentmindedly squeeze them, massaging him. “I love a full, greying beard.”

Hugh tries to fight the smirk at the corner of his lips as he looks at you, failing. “You like older men?” He asks and you nod, not thinking too much about the question and the implications that come with it.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You grin as you pack away the shaving utensils you used and lean back into his lap as you look at him in the mirror. “I think it’s the experience that comes with them. It’s nice to relinquish control and just follow.”

One of Hugh’s hands comes up to your hip while he chuckles at you. “Ever been with one?” He asks shamelessly and you nod, your cheeks growing warm, but you’re not embarrassed. It’s Hugh, he’s basically your friend now. “Oh yeah? Who?”

“That’s personal, Hugh.” You smirk, turning around though he doesn’t let go of your hip and his hand smooths across your ass as you turned. You didn’t mind. “But you don’t have to worry, you’re the only man in my life right now.” You say, caressing his smooth cheek gently and smiling.

“I’d better be.” He says, patting your hip lightly before he gets up and kisses your cheek. “Thanks for the shave, sweetheart.”

“Anytime, darling.” You call as you wipe off the chair he was occupying. Not a single thing about the interaction seemed off to you, but Hugh couldn’t stop thinking about the things he would show you, teach you, if you’d let him.

One morning, he notices you laughing and pushing Zac gently, your hand lingering on his chest as his younger co-star is laughing with you, leaning an arm on the table behind you so he’s closer to you. Hugh tries not to let it bother him, he knows that’s your personality, you’re just a flirty person. You don’t like Zac that way, you probably don’t even like him that way. You’re just here to do a job, like everyone else. However, it feels so different when it’s just you and him. Hugh swears you feel what he feels too, especially when you shyly return a quip or intentionally lean on him, touch him in a way that isn’t all too necessary. It doesn’t stop him from being jealous, and that’s simply because he knows you’d be his without a second thought, the same way he’s already yours.

“No, Hugh!” You scold as you take the cup of coffee from the grown man sitting in your makeup chair. You gently wipe the foam that had met his lip off and you suck your thumb clean. Another action that you thought nothing of while it drove him wild. “It’s going to stain your teeth, you have to wait after the photo shoot.” You tell him as you set the cup down and inspect his face. Hugh gives you a tired look and you pout at him. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t mean to be so cruel.” You say, softly caressing his stubbled cheek and he chuckles.

“I think that’s exactly what you mean to do.” He says with a smirk, taking your dainty hand and holding onto it as he rests it on his lap. “When am I on?” He asks, glancing at the time on his phone sitting on his other lap and you lean into him, pressing your hip against the inside of his thigh to peer at his screen. Hugh can smell your perfume and he wants so badly to keep you this close forever.

“About 10 minutes.” You say, stepping back again to get a good look at his appearance and fixing a few stray hairs from his combed back style. “I should get hair back in here.” You murmur, about to do just that when Hugh subtly tugs on your hand.

His green eyes look mischievously at you when you turn back to him and he shakes his head. “I like how you do my hair better.” He says, only wanting you and him alone in his trailer a little while longer. Your cheeks warm up, but you fix his hair anyway, fully aware of him glancing at your body and your breasts as you’re leaning into him. His hands come to rest on your waist and you bite your lip, smiling to yourself as you lightly spray his hair and smooth it over.

“There.” You whisper, looking down at him to see he is staring at your lips and your chest. “My eyes are up here, darling.” You smirk, lightly swatting at his toned chest and he chuckles.

“Like you don’t stare at me.” He smirks and you pretend to be insulted, letting your mouth fall open in shock which makes him laugh.

“Please,” You say as you pack away the hair styling tools you used and lean back against the vanity. “I’m a professional, Hugh. I don’t have time to ogle and pal around.” You say, knowing full well that is exactly what you do all day and he chuckles because he’s the one you ogle and with whom you’re always paling around, more so than anyone else on set.

Hugh stands up from his chair, blocking you from view with his massive frame as he leans on the vanity, his arms trapping you as he leans down and the tip of his nose brushes yours. “What if I’m not very professional?”

You’re speechless, for the very first time in your career, and he sees that as a win. “Hugh,” You whisper his name, swallowing hard as you try not to seem nervous or uncomfortable because you’re not and you really want to see where this goes. “We should lock the door.” You say, tilting your head upwards so your lips are moving against his as you ask, “Unless you want them to see?”

Hugh nods, kissing you softly, pressing his body into yours as you return the gesture. “I want them to see.” He murmurs, one of his hands resting on your hip and the other moving your thigh slightly so he can grind his crotch against your core, stimulating you through the thin fabric of your leggings.

A soft moan falls from your lips as you hold onto his waist with one hand and the other reaches up to clasp around his nape. “Who could you possibly have to be jealous of?” You ask breathlessly against his mouth as he is leaning over you, pressing his erection harder into your sensitive clit.

“Doesn’t matter.” He murmurs, lifting you up suddenly and stepping between your legs. “You’re here with me now.” His fingers reach for the seam between your thighs and you stop him quickly.

“How am I supposed to walk out of here with ripped leggings?” You ask with a light laugh at how desperately he wants to fuck you and he groans, turning you around instead and tugging them down. You bite your lip as you watch him undo his belt buckle in the mirror and he winks at you.

“You’re lucky I care enough.” He says, leaning with his hand onto the vanity, his chest pressing against your back as he lines his cock up to your entrance and you whine as his swollen head prods at your wet entrance. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“Hugh!” You whine as he’s pushing his length into you, slow and gentle so you feel every inch of him taking up space in your cunt. “Fuck.” You rest your head back against his firm chest, one of his large hands comes up to hold your throat and he’s kissing your neck softly as he begins fucking you.

His chest is rising and falling quickly against your back, his breathing is hard against your neck and you feel him lightly squeeze your throat which makes you whine in response. His cock is throbbing inside you, pulsing against your tight walls while he’s rutting deeply into you. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He groans, nipping lightly at your earlobe as your whimpering his name, your little frame trembling in his hold as he has his way with you. “You ever been stretched out like this, baby?” He asks and he smirks when you shake your head, unable to form a sentence as you’re completely cock drunk and the air isn’t all the way reaching your brain as he’s got your windpipe in his strong grip. “Didn’t think so.” He grunted as your core began to squeeze him in tandem with your orgasm.

“Hu-Hugh!” You cry out hoarsely, his hand lets go of your throat and your head hangs forward weakly as you’re shaking from the force of your release. Hugh simply pushes you down onto the vanity and brings your hips back to meet his forceful thrusts, using you now for his own pleasure. “Fuck!” You gasp as hot tears prick at your eyes, your hands pressing firmly into the flat surface he’s got you pinned to while he’s filling your pussy with his load.

“Shit!” He groans, leaning forward and pushing the head of his cock against your cervix where you feel his spurts of cum being dumped. His large hands grab onto the round part of your ass, spreading you lewdly as he watches himself moving in and out of your little hole, smirking when he begins to see the mixture of yours and his creamy white fluids coating his thick shaft. “You’re a damn tease. You know that?” He asks, leaning forward and kissing your cheek as you lightly laugh.

“Is that what’s got you so riled up?” You ask, leaning onto your hands again and looking at him in the mirror as he’s admiring your dazed expression, his cock still sitting heavy inside you. “You can’t handle a little friendly flirting?”

“Don’t pretend that’s all that was,” He chuckles, one of his hands sliding up your blouse so he can grab onto your tit. “You told me yourself you like older men.”

You moisten your lips and bite your bottom one as he kisses your neck, sighing against your skin. “Then you had no reason to be jealous in the first place.”

Hugh laughs lightly and nods in agreement. “I suppose you’re right.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror and you feel him throb inside you, a small whine echoes in your mouth. “I just can’t be professional around you, sweetheart.”

This was a request that I ended up putting far too much time into and I enjoyed it🤭 Let me know what you think!

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[mysticgalsworld]

~masterlist~

swept away: (1, 2)-after getting a job at a cleaning company as a maid, you’re surprised to find out that the house you’re cleaning for belongs to the Hugh Jackman.. Hugh Jackman x Reader

a timeless encounter: (1)-as the owner of a small cafe in New York that you hate, you don’t expect anybody to change your mind. But the strange-dressed man who wonders into the cafe one day may change your mind… Leopold x Reader

~c.ai bots~

hugh jackman- make your own scenario

hugh jackman- you meet him at the Oscars

a/n: omg you guys !! i’m reposting this because i think it was glitching last time.. if you guys can comment and tell me whether the links are working or not i would appreciate it so much 💕

[puppiesandnightlock]

fic poll timeeeee!! I wanna get started on something after my summer of doing like, nothing, just to get the juices flowing

some of these are wips I alr have or docs I have like one sentence in ;-;

Idk if there’s something else you think I should do tell me lmfao

most of these will probs attempt to be canon compliant except for the actual au au’s

[frostyblustar]

The Other Side - A Wanderrose One Shot

It was interesting to get a glimpse into the mind of someone who seemed so dissociated from creativity. He was almost the polar opposite of Jack, it seemed. While he was nowhere near lacking in creativity, the technical aspects of theater were what he struggled with. He also tended to be so focused on his vision, it was hard to hear out other’s opinions, especially from people outside the troupe. Jack seemed to rely on those opinions, not caring for his own vision.

“Would you like to grab a drink with me?”

[wondersinwaynemanor]

idk if someone has done this but The Greatest Showman AU but with Dick as Zendaya's character and Wally as Zac's character.

Dick grows up in the circus, performing from place to place and Wally comes from a rich family, producing shows.

Wally falls in love, watching Dick who performs gracefully. Wally watches every show until Dick notices him from the crowd.

Dick thinks it's impossible as they come from very different backgrounds and he worries what people will think of him when he dates Wally. But Wally thinks they can prove every body wrong and their relationship should be given a chance.

then that part of Rewrite The Stars happens and it's just perfect.

Wally: You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide.

Dick: You think it's easy. You think I don't wanna run to you.

Wally: What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine.

Dick: No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you'll be mine?

[koalem]

Loustat/The Greatest Showman/ Rewrite The Stars /AU

[pinky-in-blankets]

TADC: ✨️SideQuests ✨️

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A Clue! A Clue!

Route: S.O.S!Au

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"WHAT is she, A Librarian!? HOW MANY BOOKS DOES RAGATHA HAVE!?"

Scribbles hissed in protest at the thought of going through every single book in the Potion makers shelf. Pomni, Caine, and herself were currently investigating the Ragdoll's Quarters.

The little Jerboa had taken one of Ragatha's Favorite ribbons and hidden it somewhere with the assistance of Jax under a guise of a prank, So they'd have plenty of time to search. If anything, those two could annoy eachother for hours.

"SO My Dear, Do tell me.. what exactly are we searching for?"

Caine mused as he poked a few of the empty vials and nearly knocked them over. Pomni was Quick to catch them and gave him a look.

"Anything that's suspicious or out of place."

She replied while placing the vials back in order. The last thing she wanted was Caine to be here during her investigation, seeing as he's a suspect.

But she need to keep a closer eye on the riddlemaster.. as he was the hardest to get a read on. It would be better to keep your friends close and your enemies closer after all.. yeah. That was totally the reason.

"Everything in this place is suspicious. I feel like I'm in a witches Cavern.."

Scribbles murmered under her breathe as she filed through the different books. She probably wasn't looking as throughly as she should- but ughhh this was so dusty and boring. "Tears of the world", "A handmaidens guide to Etiquette", "Darling, If you only Knew-"

**BONK**

"OW!"

Scribbles let out a slightly agitated cry as a big book fell on her noggin. The other two turned their heads to see what the commotion was.

"Little Knight?"

Caine asked as he walked over curiously to see what was wrong.

"You okay?"

Pomni asked as she also headed over, trying not to laugh. Whenever something hit scribbles, she sounded like a strained squeaky toy.

"Mmhm.. I'm okay.. just this silly Book.. Huh? That's weird.. this is the only book in another language. Isn't everything here set to "English"?"

Scribbles mentioned as she held up the book to the two. The entire book was written in French.

"That.. That is odd."

Pomni mused as Scribbles opened it and flipped through the pages. She squinted at the fancy calligraphy and let out a frustrated hiss.

"How can anybody read this stuff? I cant even read the title."

" Base de données des utilisateurs."

Caine chimed in, causing Both Pomni & Scribbles to look at him. He simply spun his cane around with a bit of pride, assuming that he's managed to impress the two.

"Why I can read MANY languages. French, German, Spanish, Chinese, Russian-"

He began to list off one of his many setting before pomni put her fingers to his teeth and shushed him.

" YES yes that's very impressive Caine but could you maybe just read this in ENGLISH?"

She motioned to the pages of the book the little Jerboa held out to him. He gave an awkward chuckle before nodding.

"Ah- But of course my dear! Allow me to shed some light on this verbal mystery!"

He stated as he began to read out the listed words in the pages... he was reading out names. But not just any names.. Names of all the missing persons on this case.

This was a HUGE piece of evidence.

"Yes.. YES! FINALLY! SOMETHING THAT COULD ACTUALLY BE A SOLID LEAD!!"

Pomni Said with a bright grin as she did a little jig in place. After months of wild goose chases she's finally making some solid progress. Caine had no idea how this book made her so excited but the sight alone made his non existenant heart flutter a little bit. Might as well join in the cheerfulness.

"That's simply marvelous my dear~"

Pomni couldn't contain her excitement as she immediately ran up to Caine and threw her arms around him. He was taken aback but happily spun her around a little as they had a small victory.

Scribbles was quick to catch the book before handing it back to Caine when he finally stopped spinning Pomni. Her face had flushed with the silly laughter she had.

"Finally.. I'm finally one step closer to finding out who's behind this all. Thank you. Thank you so much Caine.."

" Oh no, It was my Pleas-"

Caine began but immediately stopped mid sentence as he felt something wrong. It was as if the ground had went out from under him...?

!?

As if he slipped on something, Caine went crashing to the ground and the Book went flying.. and landed right into Ragatha's Main Calderon.

It bubbled and fizzled as the book all but discenigrated into the green liquid.

A deathly silence fell over the room as Cain slowly sat up, Feeling the burning stares of the two Behind him.. even He knew that a Simple "Oops." Wouldn't fix what he had just done.

He felt his Code run cold as the strained Sound of Despair in Pomni's Voice can be heard.

"Caine... What did you do..?"

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Song of sorrow Au belongs to @snuffydoo

[frankenjoly]

Maybe the world could be ours

“Oh, thanks. If I’m being honest, I’m more worried about what Kunikida-san is going to think of me. After all, he’s my direct… superior, I guess? Now.” They doubt not clicking fully would result in getting fired, but still Sigma couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous about it. Until Nikolai burst into laughter. “You’re kidding, right? He’s gonna love you, trust me.” The conviction he said it with may not be the magical remedy against Sigma’s nervousness, but damn if it didn’t help.

have circus au siglai + nikolai & mushitaro friendship (with the greatest showman references sprinkled all over)

(Read here.)

[owlrivers]

Day 7: Free Write

@richfarmersweek

OSCAR (singing): You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me. So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied. You claim it's not in the cards. And fate is pullin' you miles away. And out of reach from me. But you're here in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide. That you're my destiny? What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You'd be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours. Tonight!

WHITLEY (singing): You think it's easy. You think I don't wanna run to you. But there are mountains. And there are doors that we can't walk through. I know you're wondering why because we're able to be. Just you and me within these walls. But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see. That it was hopeless after all. No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart. And I'm not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you. It's not up to me. When everyone tells us what we can be. How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours. Tonight!

OSCAR and WHITLEY (singing): All I want is to fly with you. All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you.

WHITLEY (singing): It feels impossible.

OSCAR (singing): It's not impossible.

WHITLEY (singing): Is it impossible?

OSCAR and WHITLEY (singing): Say that it's possible. How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart. 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find. It's up to you And it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be. And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours.

WHITLEY (singing): You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide. But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands are tied.

[alehalebane]

Guys, I just had a great drarry fic idea. So I was watching The Greatest Showman right, and I thought that would be a great drarry AU. P. T. Barnum would be Harry:poor, orphan, great ambitions. Charity would obviously be Draco: blonde, come from old money but gives it up for Harry/Barnum. And Jenny Lind could be Ginny: redhead, loves Harry/Barnum, doesn’t come from much and then becomes famous.

This probably doesn’t make sense but it was just what popped into my head while watching the movie.

Does anyone know if a fic like this already exists? Or if someone would like to write it? Could someone please let me know? It would be greatly appreciated.

Anyways, thank you, and good night!

Bye :)

[pickedmyp0ison]

when the brainrot's so bad you have to crack open fanfiction.net

[corrodedseraphine]

rewrite the stars | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: "Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky. "What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question. "My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there." "That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward. Two friends are no longer able to hide that the feelings they feel for each other are much stronger. Will the stars be on their side? angst/fluff, friends to lovers

I got inspired while listening to the song "Rewrite The Stars" from The Greatest Showman.

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

6 575 words

"Love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be." it's a quote from Sense8, but I really love it and decided to put it here.

steve harrington masterlist | general masterlist

"Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky.

"What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question.

"My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there."

"That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward.

"Ever since I can remember he always bought every possible book about the space. He probably knew every possible constellation by heart." you chuckled at the memory of an older man who spent hours sitting in front of his house watching the sky.

"Maybe he wanted to learn to read them? And maybe he wanted to read his fate from them."

"Maybe. I wonder if he was able to solve this riddle." You shrugged your shoulders.

You were lying with Steve in his garden on a blanket. A pleasant silence surrounded you, with the soft accompaniment of crickets. Despite the darkness, Steve was lying close enough to you that he could easily see your dreamy face gazing at the shining dots in the sky. A few strands of hair fell on your cheeks as the rest spread chaotically on the blanket. Under the excuse of brushing them away from your face, he gently ran his fingers over your skin. For a long time he had been catching every possible opportunity to touch you. You were beautiful. Steve knew it from the moment he first saw you outside Robin's house. You and Buckley had been neighbors and best friends for years, so when he began a friendship with her, she brought you into his life as a package. It didn't take you long to become friends. In addition, you all shared the trauma of fighting monsters from the Upside Down, and this brought you all closer together than anything else in the world. Despite the fact that you were from two different worlds a thread of understanding formed between you that was stronger than all other adversities. The closer he got to know you, the more he couldn't fight the feelings that grew stronger and stronger. However, not wanting to destroy your friendship, he kept repeating to himself that it was just an innocent crush with which it was better not to do anything more. He was firmly convinced that your relationship was platonic with a capital P just like with Robin. You thought exactly the same. You were lying like that next to each other, both unaware of your feelings, wondering if there was a path written in the stars that you could follow together.

Mondays at Family Video were the worst. The monotonous laying out of new movies on the shelves, accepting returns after weekend rentals, and abrasive customers were like a massive punch in the face after the carefree weekend you usually spent together. This one hurt especially. Every now and then Steve would think back to the evening under the stars. To how your quiet and calm voice rang through the garden talking about the stars and your grandfather, or how you laughed at his every joke, even the worst ones. You never let him feel pushed away. You were always the one who listened to his every word and didn't ignore him. He thought about how your eyes sparkled when looking at him and your smile that practically never disappeared. He didn't realize that he was the one causing it.

"Earth to Harrington! Where are you wandering?" Robin's voice brought him back to reality.

"Somewhere between the stars." he replied, smiling to himself. His answer made him feel warm in his heart thinking that you would understand and appreciate this innocent line.

"In that case, go back to our orbit because I have no intention of correcting the wrong tapes after you once again!" she rolled her eyes. Ignoring her words, he continued his daydreaming lazily walking between the shelves on which he put away the plastic boxes. Just as he was almost finishing his rounds, a bell sounded in the store, signaling the arrival of a customer. He reluctantly turned toward the door, but as soon as he saw you standing in it a broad smile appeared on his face. Immediately behind you he spotted Dustin and Will.

"How did we deserve your presence on this beautiful Monday morning?" asked Robin sarcastically, leaning over the counter as you, Steve and the boys approached her.

"I'm bringing gifts!" you replied lifting up a paper bag. "My mom and I were baking cookies and I thought you could use a little sweetening," you said.

"And we wanted to rent a movie." Dustin added, and he and the young Bayers headed for the science fiction section. After defeating Vecna, Joyce, along with her sons and El, returned to Hawkins. Together with Hopper, they moved into a large house on the outskirts of town.

"As for the sweetness I think for Harrington your presence here is enough, so all the cookies are for me!" Robin snatched the bag from your hand.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, ignoring her comment. You didn't dare to look at him however, if you did you would have noticed the blush coating his face. Every time Robin somehow commented that there could be something more between the two of you, you both ignored her letting her words hang between you. Embarrased, he quickly turned away from you by stepping behind the counter and began pretending to look for something on the computer.

"What are you doing for the weekend?" you asked breaking the silence.

"I don't have any plans, do you Steve?"

"Neither." he replied quickly still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Robin do you remember my grandfather?" you continued.

"Grandpa Dave? Of course I do, he was the best old man in the world!"

"And you Steve remember the last time I told you about him?"

"Uh, sure." Finally, his gaze landed on you. Robin was right, the sight of you was sweet enough for him.

"I found his favorite book about the stars. What's more, I read in the newspaper that Saturday is supposed to be the night of shooting stars! I thought maybe we could meet and try to look for some constellations? Maybe we can read something interesting, and then just watch them fall thinking some silly wishes?" you suggested. Steve agreed without a second thought. Another night spent with you under the starry sky? He couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect evening. He was sure that at least half of his wishes would not be silly at all, because they would involve you.

"Can we come too?" interjected Dustin. "I'll bring my telescope!" he offered.

"We can do it at my place! El, Mom and Hopper are going somewhere for the weekend so, I'll be home alone with Jonathan and Argyle. Our new garden is so big that we'll all fit in without a problem!"

"Argyle is coming?" you asked.

"Yes, he will stay with us for two weeks," said Jonathan.

"Cool, I missed him." you said smiling, and Steve tried to hold back a gentle sting of jealousy.

"So what? Are you coming?" Will looked at the three of you with hope in his eyes. He knew perfectly well that you would not be able to refuse him.

"I'll definitely be there," you said, gently combing the boy's hair.

"Then so will we." Robin replied while biting into a cookie. "Damn y/n! tell your mom that if she goes on like this with her cooking I'll live in your kitchen, it's delicious!" She commented.

Only the muffled sounds of your voices reached Steve, because from that moment on his thoughts were focused only on what Saturday night would look like. There were endless scenarios running through his head, and in each of them the main role was played by you.

The week passed you by counting down to Saturday. The days stretched on mercilessly as if fate deliberately wanted to spite you by adding seconds to every minute. Steve, unable to wait, was already in the parking lot outside Robin's house way too early. Knocking on her door, he received no answer. Not knowing what to do with himself, he started looking around the neighborhood. Small single-family houses that looked the same stretched along the sidewalk. The neighborhood was one of the quiet ones, from time to time you could hear dogs barking or conversations of people tending their small gardens.

"Steve?" your voice made his heart beat faster. "I thought we still had some time."

"Oh, because we do, but I was bored at home so I thought I'd stop by early, but apparently Robin had something else to take care of." he laughed nervously.

"In that case, you're welcome to join us!" the woman standing next to you interjected. She was of medium height, and her face seemed very familiar to him. Only when he saw that she was dressed in a cleaning lady's apron did he recall her from the school corridors.

"Oh, s-sure." You replied quietly. Although you had been friends for a long time Steve had never been to your house. Compared to where he lived, your little house seemed quite poor. You never thought of him as a person who would judge people by their possessions nevertheless you were overcome with a strange anxiety at the thought that he would see how you lived. You were afraid that it would reach him how different your worlds were.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Steve." added the woman, letting you inside. "My daughter keeps talking about you, but I've never been able to talk her into bringing you here!" she laughed warmly.

"Mom!" you exclaimed feeling the fire flood your cheeks.

"What? I guess it's normal to want to meet the boy you spend every possible moment with?"

"Also nice to meet you Ms. y/l/n" he interrupted you shaking hands with the your mother.

"I-I'm going to go get ready." You replied quickly running off to your room. You couldn't bear his gaze on you a moment longer. What you didn't think through was that you had just left him completely alone with your mother, who was never one of the quietest.

"I wasn't expecting guests, so unfortunately I don't have any cake prepared, but I'd love to treat you with some homemade lemonade!" meanwhile, your mom and Steve sat down in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen.

"Thank you." he replied while grabbing a glass with a cold drink. The lemonade was delicious.

"I'm really glad I finally got to meet you. Except for Robin, she never really brings anyone home." the woman sighed, sitting down across from the boy at the table and she sent him a sad smile. Your mother worked very hard to provide you with everything you needed, however, on a cleaning lady's salary it was hard to support the two of you, so while you were still in high school you started working in the city library wanting to ease her burden a little.

"I like it here very much." he replied honestly.

"You are a very nice young man Steve. I'll be honest and admit that I remembered you a little differently from my school days." the woman giggled, making a wave of shame wash over him all over him at the memory of the years when he acted like a complete asshole. He didn't want anyone to remember that, especially your mother.

"Things have changed a bit since then." He replied while taking a sip of lemonade. "It's delicious!" he very much wanted to change the subject. At that moment, as if on cue, a knock sounded on the door in which Robin appeared a moment later.

"Good afternoon!" She walked up to your mother hugging her. "I saw Steve's car so I thought I'd find him here," she said.

"You've come to the right place, will you have some lemonade with us?"

"Of course!"

When you left the room you found all three of them at the kitchen table. They were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't even notice when you entered the room.

"We can go." you said nervously pressing the book to your chest. Robin and Steve sipped their lemonades and, thanking your mother, headed for the exit. In silence you got into the car and drove towards Will's house on the way taking Dustin and Mike with you.

When you arrived the orange tones of sunset were painted in the sky. Immediately after greeting everyone, you started spreading blankets on the ground around the place Jonathan had prepared for the bonfire. The garden was indeed huge and very well cared for. Joyce must have spent hours there to keep everything in such order. Steve and Argyle lit the bonfire and you, along with Robin and Dustin, prepared the snacks. When everything was ready you took your places on the blankets waiting for it to get dark enough for the stars to be visible. The warm light from the campfire fell on a book from which you read various interesting facts about space and the stars. You all watched the photos showing various constellations trying to find them above you.

None of you would have thought that simple looking at the sky could bring you so much joy. As you read about each of the constellations your voice was soft and quiet, as if enchanted. Steve had the impression that you were actually casting spells causing him to be unable to take his eyes off you. He thought he could sit like that in Hopper's garden listening to your words for the rest of his life. As one o'clock approached you closed the book announcing that you had read that the stars would begin to fall between one and two. Even though it was summer, nights in Hawkins were always accompanied by a chilly wind and even the warmth of the campfire couldn't combat that. Seeing you wrap your arms tightly around yourself to keep warm, Steve wordlessly went to the car trunk, where he had an extra sweatshirt. Returning he threw it gently over your shoulders and took a seat right next to you. You sent him a gentle smile in gratitude. The sweatshirt smelled like him. The smell of the familiar cologne spread through your nostrils making you feel like drowning in it. You had always associated this scent with safety.

"Look! Here we go!" shouted Dustin pointing his finger at the sky. Seeing the white streaks in the sky, all conversations quieted down. Everyone fell silent for a moment, believing that stars really do have the magical power to make dreams come true. Seeing the first falling star you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your wish was simple. Still intoxicated by his scent, you asked that one day the warmth you felt would be due to his arms instead of his sweatshirt. Steve, on the other hand, wondered how to convince all the stars of the world to guide your relationship to a whole new place. A place full of warmth and love. 

After a long while, you returned to talking. Argyle, as usual, entertained you with his colorful stories about what kinds of things he happened to see recently in a not necessarily sober state. Meanwhile, Will and Mike left for the other end of the garden. Together with Robin and Steve, you watched as they fiercely discussed something when, after a while, their fingers began to awkwardly and slowly intertwine.

"I knew from the beginning that there was something between them." Robin said.

"Strange right?" Steve laughed.

"Will deserves to be happy, I hope Mike doesn't break his heart, or else I think I'll break his nose." you added.

"I hope they won't have too much trouble through all this. The residents of Hawkins can be...cruel."

"If they are like that, we will definitely have more noses to break." Steve said, imitating the motion of throwing a punch.

"I wish it were different..." sighed Robin laying her head on your shoulder.

"I know, Ro." you replied. "Love is a bridge, not a wall if we let it be..." At the sound of those words, Harrington's heart did a flip. There was hope in him that if he let his feelings come out they would build a bridge straight to your heart.

"I wish other people had the same opinion," she said.

"If you ever decide to tell others, remember that in your case, in addition to their noses, it will also break their ribs." You squeezed her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." a silence fell between them as they both led you away with their eyes.

"When are you finally going to do something about it Steve?" asked Robin interrupting it.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to pretend to be surprised.

"You can fool everyone around you, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me." She rolled her eyes. "Take her somewhere, finally take a step forward before it's too late!" Too late? at the very thought that he could lose you made him weak.

"What if she says no?"

"Hell would sooner freeze over than she would say no to you. This girl without a second thought jumped into an icy lake after you in the middle of the night and went through a portal to another dimension, and you think she would refuse to go out on a date with you? Sometimes you're really stupid."

"Robin is right." At the sound of Dustin's voice, they both jumped up. "You should have done something about it a long time ago."

"Jesus, Henderson! Didn't anyone teach you not to overhear?" asked an annoyed Steve.

"Actually, you're talking loud enough that we can all hear it." laughed Jonathan.

"Yeah my dude." Argyle nodded. "When you're next to each other I see those little hearts, just like in the cartoons!"

"Then maybe it's time to cut down on smoking?"

"Never."

Steve shook his head. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed that everyone knew about his feelings, but he was glad they were cheering him on. Feeling a surge of courage when he saw you coming back to them he moved with a determined step so as to meet you halfway.

"Hi." You said standing in front of him.

"Hi." He smiled. "You look good in that sweatshirt."

"Oh, thank you." You giggled wrapping the cloth around you. Steve felt his heart melt.

"Listen, uh-" he began stammering. You only die once. He thought. "Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me on Friday? Just the two of us? Like... Like a date."

At first you had the impression that you had misheard. Later, though, you thought it was a dream. And if it was actually a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.

"I'd love to." you replied quietly.

"Really?" the wide smile that appeared on his face infected you causing you to do the same.

"Of course."

"I'll pick you up at six." he declared.

"Perfect. Now let's go back." You extended your hand toward him. When he caught it both of you felt a shiver of pleasure. Returning to the spot you still didn't let go. When in fact one of you had to let go to do something after a while your hands naturally found their way to meet, as if they were made for each other.

Around four o'clock in the morning you returned home. You stood on the sidewalk watching Steve's car move away and slowly disappear. Still unable to quite believe what had happened one last time before entering the house, you looked up at the sky.

"Thank you," you whispered, beginning to believe that the stars were on your side.

Another week in a row passed as he counted down the days, this time until Friday. At the very thought of your date a smile crept onto his lips but at the same time he felt his stomach knotting from nerves.

"I don't know where we should go, I was thinking about pizza, but maybe it should be something more elegant?" he anxiously said to Robin.

"I'm sure even if you took her to McDonald's for fries she'd be happy." she laughed.

"That's not funny," he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I want this to be a special evening. I want her to feel special."

"I know, dingus! But looking at the two of us, you're definitely the one with more dating experience!"

"And you've known her forever! You definitely know what she likes and doesn't like!"

"I know she likes you, Steve. You don't need anything else." He was already about to repulse her, but they were interrupted by the sound of the bell. Turning around, he saw his parents. It was definitely a surprise. They showed up at home once every few months and always announced themselves beforehand. This time was different.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nice to see you too, son." The tall man replied, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Have you heard about the charity festival that will be held on Friday?"

"Something has come to my ears," he said.

"The organizers are our business partners. They're a very nice couple with a daughter your age!" His mother continued. "And you are the lucky one who will accompany her."

"I already have plans." Steve couldn't bear the facts that, once again, after months of being absent from his life, they suddenly showed up expecting him to do everything as they ordered. He didn't know if what he was feeling was sadness or anger. Or maybe a mixture of both?

"Then reschedule them for another time, we need you there, Steve." his father's voice was firm, definitely one that did not take no for an answer. "Whatever else you have planned can wait."

"Please honey, it's very important to us. "

He fought an internal battle with himself for a good few minutes. "Fine." he replied after a while. Now he definitely felt anger. Anger at himself that he was once again unable to oppose them.

When his parents left, he looked at Robin. Robin, who always had something to say now remained silent sending him a disappointed look. She didn't have to say anything. He was disappointed in himself. The next thing he did was to call you and cancel dinner accompanied by a huge pain in his heart. The sadness he heard in your voice made him feel like the old Steve again, who did nothing but hurting people he cared about. By the end of the day, he couldn't forgive himself for the decision he made. He wasn't sure he could ever forgive himself if it turned out that he had wasted his only chance.

For the rest of the week, he spent every spare moment outside of work with his parents and their friends. All four adults strenuously tried to play Cupids. Tessa was not the worst. She was a very pretty and nice girl. She chatted with him all day about her life; within three days, he could tell he knew everything about her. She was the captain of the volleyball team and loved sports, so every evening she would invite Steve to go jogging together, which of course he agreed to. He was aware that she liked him, but whenever she appeared too close to him he moved a safe distance away not wanting to give her false hope. The former King Steve would have asked her out long ago. But King Steve was gone. Now all that was left was Steve, whose heart belonged to a girl that the former King wouldn't even look at, and even if he enjoyed spending time actively, he missed with all his heart the you who could trip over your own feet while walking on a straight sidewalk.

The festival was held at the Hawkins High school field. Colorful decorations and stalls attracted attention right from the start. Assuring Steve that you understood why he canceled the date, you promised to meet him there to talk. What you didn't expect, was that he withheld one small detail from you. That detail was his companion. Did he really tell you to come here just to make it clear that he wasn't interested in you after all? That the whole thing was one big mistake? In the meantime, Robin explained to you that it was the daughter of his parents' friends who did not leave his side. Every now and then she touched his hand sending him sweet smiles and whispered something in his ear. All six looked very elegant. The expensive clothes stood out in a crowd of modestly dressed Hawkins residents. However, as organizers, they had to look like this.

"He looks nothing like Steve." commented Dustin rolling his eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't come up to us a single time yet. It's like he's ashamed of us!"

"Relax, you know what his parents are like, clearly he has to stand with them all the time." Lucas stood up for Harrington.

"Which doesn't change the fact that he could at least come say hello! He's been ignoring us all week and avoiding meetings!"

"The girl next to him is very pretty." El's comment made the jealousy you felt inside you grow.

"But she's not his type at all." interjected Will. You wanted to believe those words. With all your might, you wanted to believe that the beautiful blonde who looked like she was from a magazine cover was not his type. But you didn't want to fool yourself. They were a perfect match. Both beautiful and rich. She would fit perfectly into the Harrington world full of luxuries. It was getting to you more and more that there would be no place for you there. Suddenly you felt very small. Worse.

"Y/n you okay?" asked Lucas.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Are we going to get cotton candy?" you forced yourself to smile.

"Good idea, if I have to look at them for a while longer I think I'm going to puke," Henderson commented, and with a quick step he moved ahead.

Together with Robin and the kids, you spent a couple of hours wandering between the booths and attractions. All the time you fought the urge to go home and spend the rest of the evening in bed to the accompaniment of the saddest songs you knew. You didn't want to fool yourself that seeing him with another girl didn't make an impact on you. Every time they appeared in your sight it hurt more.

"The fireworks show is about to start!" El shouted clapping her hands.

"The last time I saw fireworks we nearly died." Max laughed.

"Let's hope this time we'll do without a fight to the death." Robin replied.

"Look who mercifully decided to move towards us!" You all turned your gaze to Steve, who was walking in your direction with his new friend. He said something to her, and she nodded. Later she placed a light kiss on his lips and walked in the opposite direction. As soon as you saw their lips connect you immediately looked away feeling as if fate had just slapped you in the face. This was enough of a sign that everything you had hoped for from your relationship with Steve was just an unrealistic dream. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to notice how he pushed her away.

"What the fuck Steve?" said Dustin when he got close enough to you. He wanted Steve to see his anger. "What kind of a freak show is this? What happened to you?"

"Y/n can we talk?" he asked, ignoring the boy's words. After a moment's thought, you agreed and walked toward an empty bench so you could talk in private.

"You look pretty." he complimented you as you sat down grabbing your hand. His hands were warm. The warmth that always gave you comfort suddenly became something you couldn't stand.

"Y/n I am so sorry. Let me explain..." he began.

"You two are a good match." you interrupted him feeling tears coming to your eyes.

"What?" he was confused.

"You and that girl, you look very good with each other." At the sound of your words he shook his head negatively.

"You know I want you." he confessed suddenly squeezing your hand tighter. He knew that this was the moment when he had to reveal all the cards, without exception. "A-and I know you want me y/n." You wanted him and his love more than anything else in the world. But if he really wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have come here with another, would he? He wouldn't have let her kiss him.

"Apparently the stars have a different scenario for us." the words struggled to pass through your throat, and hot tears burned paths on your cheeks.

"What if we rewrite the stars?" he asked.

"No one can rewrite the stars, Steve. No matter how much we would like to. There will be no room in your life for someone like me." 

"Who can stop me if I decide that you are my destiny?" He knew well that with this question he would bring back memories of that evening when you lay together in his garden. At that time there was still no hint that your paths would have to part.

"I am not the one you were meant to find, Steve." With each word, you felt more breaks appear on your heart.

"Then who?" his voice was weak. It felt as if all the air of life had gone out of him. He desperately wanted to take you in his arms now and beg you to give him a chance.

"Someone who will fit into your world. Someone like her. Someone your parents will look at with admiration, not disgust." you said pointing your head in their direction. They had been watching you from the very beginning. Their son looking like a fairy tale prince holding the hand of a girl from a much lower class. Just like Beauty and the Beast, but this time, you felt like the Beast. You could read displeasure from their faces. "After all, it was for her that you postponed our dinner tonight, wasn't it?"

"It's not what you think! It was my parents' idea and..."

"Steve, stop." interrupted him. "You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide." you took a deep breath. "But I can't have you...We are bound to break and my hands are tied." You didn't want to listen to his explanations. You didn't want to look at him, you didn't want to see the tears in his eyes, you didn't want to see the sadness on his face.

"Y/n please." he whispered pulling you closer to him. Your faces had never been so close together before. Just one tiny movement was enough to close the gap between them. However, they were still the same lips that another girl had just kissed. The girl he had chosen instead of you. You forced yourself to push away from him and without a word you walked away leaving him alone on the bench. At the same moment, a beautiful show began in the sky. The colorful lights were reflected in a few tears that ran down along his face. The sound of fireworks explosions drowned out the sounds of breaking hearts. Both of you looked up at the stars that night, wondering how you had come to the moment you were in. Did fate really have to be so cruel?

For the following weeks you avoided all contact with Steve. With the rest, not only with him. You let sadness consume you completely and spent your days at work and then locked in your room. You started compulsively reading books just to occupy your thoughts with something. Taking in the problems of fictional characters was definitely a better option than crying your eyes out every day. Because of this, you didn't know that that evening Steve contradicted his parents for the first time in his life. You didn't know that he had broken off all relations with that girl. You also didn't know that through all this he had become a walking wreck of a person. He begged Robin all days to help him get you back, and when she finally agreed, he smiled for the first time in a very long time. Involving the rest of the team, they decided that they will help you to be finally happy.

It was another boring day at work when young Byers unexpectedly came into the library.

"Hi Will! How can I help?"

"I actually want to ask you something." he replied. "I've signed up for a painting contest, and the theme is space, so I thought of that night when we were all watching the stars together, remember?" Of course you remembered. At that time you were convinced that it was one of the best nights of your life. One that would change everything for the better.

"Of course I do."

"Maybe you would like to help me? Can you bring that book again and we'd look for some inspiration?"

"You know very well that I won't say no to you." you laughed. You missed them, so you figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get back to your normal life.

"Great! My place at four? I can ask Jonathan to pick you up." the boy smiled broadly.

"No need, I'll come by bike, a little exercise won't hurt me."

"Then see you!"

"Bye!"

You didn't think the tour to Will's house would make you so fatigued. As soon as you leaned your bike against the fence you quickly moved towards the door, which Jonathan opened for you.

"Wooo, Demogorgon chased you on the way?"

"Funny." you said breathlessly. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure." he said, heading for the kitchen. "Will! y/n came!"

"Coming!" Will shouted from upstairs. After a moment, he came down the stairs carrying an easel, immediately followed by Mike holding a canvas, brushes and paints. "I thought it would be fun if we spread out in the garden," he said.

"Sounds like a good idea." you replied with a smile.

Helping the boys with their things, you moved to the garden and set everything up. Jonathan, meanwhile, laid out the chairs for you.

"Have you thought about anything yet?" you asked, sitting down next to Will and opening a book.

"Honestly, no. Mike says I should paint the moon, but it seems a little too boring." he giggled.

"Hey, it's not boring at all! The moon is cool!" Wheeler defended himself.

"Sorry." replied Will, squeezing his hand. "Why don't I paint some constellation? And something that tells its story?" 

"Let's see what we have here." You started looking through the book. "This sounds quite interesting..." you said handing the book to Jonathan.

"According to legend, the phoenix was an impossibly beautiful mythical bird that supposedly lived for 500 years. At the end of his life, he built a nest out of cinnamon bark and incense, where he died, some say, in flames. From his ashes, a baby phoenix was born. Death and rebirth were seen as a symbol of the daily rising and setting of the sun. The group of stars forming the Phoenix was considered by various cultures to be a bird. The constellation was called the Griffin, the Eagle, the Young Ostrich and the Firebird," he read.

"What about this one?" asked Mike pointing his finger to the page next to it.

"A mythological winged steed, created from the blood of Medusa killed by Perseus, who rode it to the aid of the princess Andromeda. After his birth, he flew away to Mount Helicon, inhabited by the Muses. At the stroke of Pegasus' hoof, he ejaculated the source of inspiration of the poets Hippokrene at the foot of the Helikon mountains. After his death, Zeus placed him in the sky. On maps of the sky, the figure of Pegasus represents only half of the torso with head and wings."

"It's great!" exclaimed Will. "I can paint him in both forms, as a constellation and its true form..." ideas were coming out of his mouth at the speed of light.

Spending time with them really made you feel better, Will asked you questions and asked for advice every now and then, occupying your thoughts.

"Hey, y/n would you help me prepare some sandwiches in the kitchen?" asked Jonathan. You agreed and went to the kitchen together. You prepared the food in silence, but when you returned there was no sign of Will and Mike in the garden. The only person sitting in a chair was Steve. Still dressed in Family Video's corporate clothes, he sat resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see the moment you approached. 

"Steve?" at the sound of your words, he rapidly stood on his feet and walked closer to you. He had a feeling that his heart had never been so heavy before. The nostalgia he had felt all these weeks was tearing him apart, and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hide you in his arms and never let go, but when he extended his hand toward you and you took a step back.

"Y/n I beg you, listen to me..." You didn't answer anything. You waited until he continued. He took a deep breath. "Don't keep saying our hands are tied, I don't care about the stars. All I care about is you."

"But that girl..."

"I don't care about her too, y/n. You are here..." he said taking your hand and pressed it to his chest. "You are here in my heart".

"But us, together, it feels impossible..." you felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Say that it's possible. It's up to you, and it's up to me." His voice hypnotized you. The warmth you saw in his eyes when he looked at you, you saw your Steve in front of you again. "If we're not written to each other in the stars, screw it, let's rewrite them, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly. Maybe he was right? Maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands and fight for happiness? You were sure that every moment in the future spent by his side would be worth the risk. Hearing your answer, his hand went to your cheek. The gentle touch of his fingers made your whole body go through chills, and when he brought your lips together you couldn't hold back a smile. Feeling this, he himself began to smile. In that moment you felt that you were in the right place, at the right time, and more importantly with the right person.

Even though you were from two different worlds, you knew that from that moment on you would rewrite all of the stars and change the world to be yours.

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Rewrite the Stars

Tsunagu struggles with disapproving parents but Shinya manages to bring his hope back with a song. I did it dear Anon! I hope this is to your liking! I had a lot of fun writing it :) Angst with happy ending, fluff TW HOMOPHOBIA

Tsunagu could barely hear his own affirmations over his heartbeat. Today was the day he would introduce Shinya to his parents, and he was terrified of their reactions. He loved silver haired man, more than he could even love himself, but he was also weak. Too good. Too obedient to stand up against his parents. Too deep in the role he grew up in; the perfect, straight, polite, respectful boy his parents had raised. Good looking too, always tidy, and mindful of his appearance. Except he had realized that straight wasn’t the best way to describe himself. He had fallen in love with a boy, slightly younger and from poorer conditions; someone who wouldn’t mind not brushing his hair for a week and who could barely go without making a joke that his parents surely would not like. Jokes good boys like Tsunagu didn’t make. But ones he had learned to love so much. 

“Tsu, you’re shaking. That’s not making your affirmations very convincing.”

Shinya chuckled nervously and held his hand tighter. He was right, of course, but the blonde couldn’t help it. To say that he was scared was an understatement, he was terrified and just wanted it all to go well. Finally, he knocked on the door they’d been standing in front of for nearly half an hour. It seemed like forever until it opened and there stood the human, perfect dolls that were Tsunagu's parents. With bright fake smiles that made Shinya want to throw up, but he bit his tongue and smiled back.

“Hello, young man. You must be Tsunagu’s friend. He’s told us so much about you.”

He had told lies to even get them to allow Shinya to come over. In their minds, he was from a good house downtown, with exceptionally good grades, and the representative of his class. None of that was true, but Tsunagu figured that “co-president of their unauthorized fabric-arts club” would not be enough to convince them. Especially since the two of them were the only members.

“I am, ma’am. My name is Shinya Kamihara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Oh isn’t he polite honey?”

She asked Tsunagu’s father who merely gave an affirming, seemingly approving nod. The boys stepped in and were promptly led to the kitchen, where dinner was already served; the smell was heavenly and unlike anything Shinya had ever smelled. He was used to canned foods and anything that was as cheap as possible and when he saw the plentitude of food on the table, his mouth watered. But there was a good chance that he wouldn’t eat any of it, because he and Tsunagu had agreed to tell his parents about them before dinner. That way the nervousness would be out of the way, and they could, if it went well, eat in peace.

Both of them were equally scared. There was a plan B, technically, in which the two heroes in training could go and live with the younger one’s parents. They had always been supportive of their son, and of their love, but what held them back was Tsunagu’s status. And it would be a harsh drop for him to be discarded by his family if they didn’t isolate him even more from people they didn’t see as suitable to be his friends. Or lovers. They had too much power, too, and he would lose all the benefits he’d grown up with. It was a scary thought, and Shinya understood that. He also understood that the blonde would have a hard time if that happened but he had promised his undying support. As far as he could give it in his own condition. And he was scared that his soulmate would hate him. What if they broke up? What if he lost his family over a temporary relationship? Though, that wasn’t what it felt like. They were like water to each other, meeting whenever they had free time, and it hurt deeply to think about losing each other.

The blonde grabbed Shinya’s hand and took a deep breath before he started to speak, slowly and with a shake in his voice that Shinya didn’t know from him:

“I.. we have to tell you something. Shinya isn’t my friend. He’s my boyfriend.”

That was direct, which was to be expected of him, but it still slightly surprised Shinya. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop and for such a long moment that he needed a good two seconds to register the slap that followed. Tsunagu was holding his cheek as tears rolled down his face, but he said nothing more. Shinya himself was too frozen in shock to react and his mind almost went blank as the man shouted:

“Are you kidding me?!”

The mother was crying as well, and the boy could have slapped her for how ridiculous it was.

“We didn’t raise you like this, darling! We just want to see you marry a pretty girl you love! What did we do wrong?”

Tsunagu was sobbing now, and stepped away from Shinya who couldn’t hold back his words any longer:

“What kind of shitty assholes are you? Your son can’t even love whoever he wants? You are disgusting.”

Both their attention was now on him, giving his boyfriend a brief break, but it wasn’t either of their words that broke his heart:

“Kamihara. I think you should go home now.”

“Tsu-“ 

“It’s Hakamada to you.”

With gritted teeth, Shinya ran out, to avoid letting anyone see his tears, and fled the scene into the warm light of the sunset. It felt like a metaphor, setting the end of their relationship, but it was too painful to give up this easily. And so after running for multiple minutes, he took a deep breath. And focused on breathing and rationalizing his thoughts; this would not be where their relationship would end, and he would not feel hurt by the other’s words now. The blonde hadn’t meant them, and Shinya would make sure to let him know that this hole they were in was one they would mend together.

The evening that followed felt incredibly long. It consisted of Shinya eating the little dinner his father could serve him, and brainstorming so hard he believed that the man could see smoke coming out of his ears as he asked:

“Würmchen, what’s wrong? You seem so absentminded today.”

A little smile came on his face at the new nickname; his father loved to learn all kinds of nicknames from different languages for him, and this one was particularly cute. But his face dropped again fast at the memory of the day:

“I met Tsu’s parents today and... they don’t want us to be together.”

The other softly patted his hair:

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I can’t imagine you would give up so fast.”

“I won’t! I just don’t know what to do. I know you and Mom said he can come live with us, but I don’t think I could convince him with words. He’s too scared and I understand that.”

His father hummed with a nod and took his hands with an assuring squeeze:

“Shinya, I’m not sure if I can really help you here, but I’m sure you will figure it out. Maybe there is something that connects you two, a memory or a song that can pull him out of his doubts?” 

There was none that Shinya could think of at the moment, mind too clouded, not with worry but the sadness of how miserable Tsunagu must have felt at the moment. Surely he was lying awake in his room, crying and cursing himself for struggling so much with standing up to his parents. He knew that if it wasn’t for them, and the fear of what they might do, he would choose him over anything in the world. 

“Thank you, pop. I’ll think about it.”

“I know you will, pumpkin. Don’t stay up too late.”

This wasn’t something Shinya could comply with, for now he was determined to come up with something that could convince his love to make the choice both of them knew was the one he wanted to make. For at least an hour he stared up at the glow stars on his ceiling when suddenly, it hit him; there was a song. One the two of them had sung to each other, just a few years ago, when they felt unsure about whether they should risk starting a relationship. The young man put it on and fell asleep with a smile, convinced that these lyrics might just mark the start of a life much brighter and happier.

His sleep was dreamless and calm; much deserved after what he’d been through and what he would attempt to do the next day.

He awoke to his mother’s soft voice, waking him and placing a tray of self-made pancakes on his lap with a smile:

“Your father told me about last night, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

“Don’t apologize, mommy, you were at work. I understand that. You don’t need to make me fancy breakfast because of this.”

He said but with his grumbling stomach, he couldn’t help but shovel them into his mouth instantly. They seemed to be in a comparably good place financially if she could afford this, and Shinya knew he should simply be happy about that. He hoped to find a paid internship soon, but until then he had to give his best in the unpaid one he got into. He was already lucky he got to attend UA with his scholarship and help from the government, but getting into the world of becoming a pro-hero was much harder than he had thought. 

The boy had been scared to start dating Tsunagu at first, afraid he would think it was just for his money, but the older one had always been way too clever to even think that. And he knew how much Shinya loved him. And Shinya knew the same about him. 

With a *ding* he checked his phone and saw a message from the blonde:

We need to talk. Come to the bench?

A single glance up at his mother’s face was enough to make her chuckle and he jumped out of the bed the second she told him to “Just go already.”. He got dressed fast, kissed her goodbye, and ran out of the house. 

“The bench” was an old wooden one, by an even older oak tree that the two had been meeting at for as long as Shinya could remember. It was a pretty spot, with a nice view over the local lake, one that was outside of both the poor and the rich neighborhoods. It felt like a comforting neutral ground, and it was very popular with couples. 

“I’m here my love!”

He sang, waving at the blonde who looked almost more upset than the night before. Tsunagu raised his head, hitting Shinya instantly with a dry and clearly hesitant statement:

“We should break up.”

The shorter one stopped, sighed, and took the other’s hands:

“See, I don’t agree, Tsu.”

“I.. Shinya, please. My parents don’t approve. They want me to marry a woman. Of high status. They’ll never approve, I just don’t understand why you would want me if I can’t even stand up to them for you.”

But his boyfriend wouldn’t give in so easily; he looked up, with a soft and hopeful smile, and started to sing calmly:

“You know I want you. It’s not a secret I try to hide.”

The rich boy seemed slightly surprised, and turned away as tears welled up in his eyes:

“Don’t do this Shinya.”

“I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands are tied.”

Even though Tsunagu may not have thought it would be in the cards for them and that fate was pulling them apart, his lover did not think the same. They were in each other’s hearts and nobody would be able to stop them if he could just win the blonde over. If he just put their destiny to be together over the fear of his parents.

“What if we rewrite the stars. Say you were made to be mine.”

If Tsunagu could just do that, then nothing could keep them apart anymore. Even if they had nothing but a million dreams, it would be more than enough for Shinya. Tsunagu’s expression had softened a bit by now and a relieved laugh left the shorter one as the other’s cold hands closed around his warmer ones: 

“You think it’s easy. You think I don’t wanna run to you.”

The lyrics matched his feelings all too well; he wanted nothing but to be with the other man, but there were so many doors they couldn’t walk through. He couldn’t walk through when it always seemed so easy to Shinya; who was poor and from low status and who just kept and kept on hoping and pushing through so bravely. 

Their love had always felt like a tightrope with Shinya, one they walked together; dangerous and ridiculous to some. It felt safer on the land of pleasing his parents, yet this deep unknown sea that was loving Shinya was that much more pleasing. A sea he wanted to sail more than anything, to find a place he could happily call home. 

The world felt like a fantasy with him, like a wonderful dream Tsunagu never wanted to wake up from. Shinya made him feel alive, and he wished he wasn’t so afraid to show his love openly and step outside his toxic role of the perfect son, a marionette to his parents, who never cared about what made him happy.

“All I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you.”

Shinya continued the song, and he knew he had won when Tsunagu finally lowered his head, kissing the younger one’s hands and shaking with sobs:

“I don’t want to lose you Shinya. I don’t want to break up. I just want to hold you and love you and I feel no matter how much I love you it’s never enough to break this cycle I’m in. I’m so scared of the unknown but I think I’m ready now to take the risk and follow you there.”

The kiss that followed was long and warm, and so full of love that their hearts threatened to burst from the wonderful intensity of it. Tsunagu cupped his love’s cheeks and closed the distance between them, holding him tight, unwilling to ever let go. This warmth was one he would never get from his parents or anyone, he realized, and it was one he never wanted to lose again. 

“If I do this… are you certain your parents will let me live with you for a while?”

“Babe. They love you. They would be much more upset if I came home without you. We know you won’t be able to pay rent, and nobody expects you to. We just want you to be safe. Even if your parents freeze your account.”

At those words, the blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a large stack of money, much more than Shinya had ever seen:

“Actually, I went to withdraw most of it before meeting you.”

It took Shinya a moment to realize what this implied and then a relived sigh left him:

“This means you knew we’d not break up!”

“My little fiber.. my sweet, soft little fiber, I didn’t know. I was hoping we wouldn’t. I was hoping you would find a way to lead me back to you, away from my fears. What I did know was you would try, and I cannot apologize enough for not trying the same way you do. But now I want to fight.”

He lost himself in the other’s gray, beautiful, brave eyes for a moment and stole another kiss:

“Expensive champagne and cars and mansions are someone else’s dreams. They’re my parents’ dreams, I realize that now. I have my own dreams. One of them is right here in my arms.”

Shinya smiled content, nuzzling into the taller one’s chest and letting this moment of love wash over them. It was like a burning fire, like freedom, to be held by him like this, knowing this rough moment was over. Somehow, he could feel that from now on everything would be alright. And that their love would last for a long time to come.

[zeherili-ankhein]

Another songfic? Yes.

Sirius trying to convince Regulus to run away with him, after a year or two from when he left home.

A nice little chat between the Black brothers in The Three Broomstick, with the song 'The Other Side' from the movie 'The Greatest Showman'.

Sirius:

“You run with me

And I can cut you free

Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in”

Sirius knows what his brother is going through and now that he is out of that place and somewhat stable in his life, he wants to save Regulus too.

Regulus:

“Don't you know that I'm okay with this uptown part I get to play

'Cause I got what I need and I don't want to take the ride

I don't need to see the other side”

He is convinced he has to do this. He has to take the dark mark. That this is his destiny. So he keeps lying to himself that he is "ok" with whatever is happening.

Sirius:

“'Cause you can do like you do

Or you can do like me

Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key

Oh, damn, suddenly you're free to fly

It'll take you to the other side”

He just desperately wants to savd his little brother. Because somewhere he feels guilty for leaving Regulus alone in that abusive household when he left.

Regulus:

“If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town

Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns”

If there's one thing that Regulus fears the most then that is being disowned. Growing up he was taught what it meant to be disowned and made an outcast. He had seen his cousin and brother being disowned and doesn't want to end up like them. Face burned in the tapestry and never to be mentioned again.

If it still doesn't make sense to you I don't know what does.

[natandwandaseries]

*Yelena sitting on the couch with MJ waiting for Peter and Wanda to get back from patrolling*

Yelena: So, I like musicals

MJ: That’s cool

Yelena: You see Greatest Showman?

MJ: I have

Yelena: So, you know what I am going to say

MJ: Peter already tried to get it to be our Halloween costumes

Yelena: Peter or Zac Efron?

MJ: It wasn’t me in the movie, the actress just looks like me

Yelena:

MJ: Peter, of course.

Yelena: Of course

[warmaidensrevenge]

Request by @generouspuppypuppy

BF!Joseph Quinn x GF!plus size reader/actress

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warnings: body shaming, language, fluff and sexual implications

Not proof read and no word count

Summary: being a plus size actress is hard. But that heavens for Jamie and Joseph

🖤💚

It all started when you landed a role as Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray the musical on Broadway when you were 18. Ever since then, you were always cast as the chubby comedic relief. Sitcom after sitcom. Comedy after comedy movie. You grew tired of playing the same character. So when the chance came for a serious dramatic role you jumped at it.

It was a remake of the 1947 movie Possessed. With the roles reversed. With Joseph taking on the role of Joan Crawford. Yup that's right. Joseph fucking Quinn. It was a new role that he was interested in playing because it was a movie his mom loved. So he was excited about it. You were so nervous acting beside him. Like common, one of the most beautiful and well known men in the world of acting and modeling working with someone who was not at all as talented as him. Or so you thought.

You were actually really good. Being in musicals was your absolute favorite. You knew you could sing. And after so many breathing and vocal lessons you mainly auditioned for Broadway. However you were always rejected because of your figure. So finally giving up on being a star in New York you settled in LA.

...

It was the first table reading and you were there early. Being the only one in the room you started to sing 'Thank you for the music' from Mamma Mia! You made a cup of tea and grabbed an apple from the small refreshment table in the corner of the room.

"What would life be?

Without a song or a dance what are we?

So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me

So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me"

"WOW! Your voice is fantastic."

You jumped and spilled your tea all over the table. You quickly looked over your shoulder and looked back down trying to clean up the spill. Your eyes widen. Joseph Quinn just walked in and complemented your singing.

" Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He said coming to you to help you clean.

" umm it's quite alright. I just thought I was alone."

" Well I'm still sorry. Here let me make you another. What was it that you were about to have?"

" T-tea"

" Right." He said grabbing a new cup and poured water in.

You felt faint so you decided to sit down at the front of the large table.

" milk or lemon?" He asked

"Uhh that would depend on the tea." You felt like such an idiot for not telling him which one you liked.

He chuckled at your quote of the DaVinci code movie. "Of course. I made you Earl grey."

" Then definitely lemon."

He came and set down the tea in front of you.

"Thank you." You said glancing at him. You just barely caught his smile.

" He pulled out the chair next to you to sit. " I'm Joe Quinn."

You finally turned your face to look at him. God he was so pretty. " Hi. I'm y/n l/n."

You looked away and smiled out of straight nervousness and shyness.

"Wait. I know you. Jamie and I saw you at Hollywood Pantages Theatre. You were Mrs. Lovett."

" Oh you saw that? What day?" You prayed to the gods that he wasn't there.

" uhh opening night."

FUCK!

"Uhh I just have to say. You played off that fall really well. Umm but the second one...it looked like it hurt."

OH MY GOD!

Your face felt hot and you suddenly felt nauseous.

" Are you okay?"

You cleared your throat and took a sip of the tea burning the shit out of your tongue. You leaned back in the chair too far and fell backwards.

" Oh shit! Are you alright?" Joe got up to help you to your feet.

"y-yeah. Just accident prone.... surprised I'm still alive to be honest. I uhh I have to pee."

Jesus Christ what the fuck?!

He chuckled.

" Sorry to over share. I'm just gonna go." You quickly left before he could say anything.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. God you have to be the most awkward person alive." You said you yourself washing your hands.

Sure you've met other celebrities before. But you hadn't been pinning for them like you had for Joseph. Ever since you saw him attending LAMDA. You went there for a visit to check out schools for performing arts. You went to a play the school put on. Joseph's role was Petruccio, in Taming Of The Shrew. This was way before he was in TV shows. He did a lot of shorts around this time. So as you sat there watching the show. You couldn't help but crush on the beautiful boy with the brown eyes.

It's been years since then. Unfortunately you did forget about him. Well until you saw the movie Hoard. You were really good at recognizing faces but names, not so much. You had a weird thing about eyebrows. You could always remember certain people by their eyebrows. And Joseph was no different. But just to make sure. You googled the cast and when you saw his picture you knew. He was that tall scrawny guy from London. But not so scrawny anymore.

Once you collect yourself, you went back into the reading room and of course there were people now in there. You had hoped to have just another minute alone and tell him that you were looking forward to working with him. But your luck just ran out. And to top it all off, there was a pretty woman now sitting in your seat. You assumed it was the lady who was playing the part of the neighbor Joe's character was obsessed with. Because you didn't get that role. You got the role of playing Joe's wealthy wife instead. Which was awesome because at least you guys had a few good scenes together.

You recognize her from somewhere but couldn't put your finger on where. You met Joe's gaze as he mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. You gave him a quick smile and found a seat next to an older gentleman.

Last shift. She was in that.

You thought, finally figuring out what you saw that woman next to Joe was in. You looked around the room and didn't really recognize anyone except Tracey Walter. The man sitting next to you. He was to play the part of the psychiatrist. You knew him because your best friend loved Conan the Destroyer. And he was the comic relief in that.

You guys took a lunch break after a while. You normally went on diets before every role, to try to lose weight. But you always gave up. So in order to not eat so much you smoked. You tried not to do it so much cuz it could ruin your voice. But today was a day and you had 2. When you lit the second one Joe joined you.

"You're doing great in there." He nodded towards the building.

You gave him a small smile." Thank you. You're doing great as well."

"Hey so I like to get up super early and go over lines a few times before I try them in front of the camera. I was wondering if you would want to come to my trailer on Friday and go over our scene?"

" Yeah I do that too. The early bird gets the worm type of gal."

Gal?

" Great! I uhh-"

" Joe, come have lunch over here."

You both looked over to the tables next to the food truck. And that girl was there

" In a minute." He half shouted. " Sorry. I was just going to ask if you want to have lunch with us?"

" Umm no thank you. I'm all set." You said lifting you cigarette.

" Are you sure? I heard they have the best buffalo chicken Mac and cheese."

" Yeah no. Dairy makes me gassy." You said without actually thinking.

He laughed. " a'right."

Oh my fucking God!

" Umm yeah sorry. Again..foot in mouth" you said so embarrassed.

" Don be sorry. It's nice having someone say exactly what they are think." He grinned.

You blushed.

" Well if you change your mind. Just come over."

You nodded and watching him walk over to the costar who stole your seat. When he glanced back you looked away. God how could someone so pretty exist.

...

That Friday you were out of it. It was about 5 in the morning and you were standing outside of his trailer. You had chained smoked all the way there. You had brought some donuts and coffees. You didn't know if he liked coffee but you figured he might need one, being up so early. You saw a lights and some classical music playing.

Symphony no. 40 in G minor. You put the donuts and coffees down, because you had a sudden urge to dance. You started mimicking a conductor. With your hands rocking. But then your dancing turned into doing the Reebok. It was totally not the right way to dance to classical but it was fun. As you circled around you started doing the Cabbage patch.

But you stopped dead when you heard a laugh. You turned around towards the trailer and of course Joe was standing there. You didn't know what to say. You could have just die right there. But all of a sudden he climbed out and started to do the Bart Simpson. Which was totally off beat. You didn't care though. You both continued to dance, moving closer and closer together. When the song was over you both were left in a fit of giggles.

...

You and Joe became fast friends after that. He introduced you Jamie Campbell Bower about a month after filming started. You had been his fan since Camelot. For some odd reason, they always wanted to hang out with you. You weren't going to complain though. You only had one friend in LA and she had just passed away from a car accident. So it was nice to have people to hang out with. She would have loved these guys.

One night a few weeks later you, Joe, and Jamie were out for a drive. And you had control of the aux. So being a lover of music. You played one of your favorite song. You didn't know if they would like it or not. But whatever. It was happening. They were gonna listen to it whether they liked it or not.

As the song started, you could feel the guys giving you weird looks. You just beamed and started to sing As long as you love me by the Backstreet Boys. To your surprise Jamie's voice came out of nowhere. He was singing too. You guys both looked over to Joe and he was grinning. You were driving so you couldn't looked at him that long but you could nudge him. He laughed. Then he did it. He started singing the chorus. It was so fantastic. The three of you singing. You and Jamie singing the back up vocals when Joe took the lead. You could swear that was the moment you fell in love with Joe. How he was so into it. He was too cute for words.

After the song was over you pulled up to your destination. You were taking them to a spot up on a hill. You're friend had shown you when you first came to LA. It was a view of Rosemead and downtown. The small trek up the large hill was a bit harder than you remembered. But the guys did it without any problems. You had slipped and almost fell when Joe caught you. His large hands on your waist kept you from falling backwards. You guys stood there for a moment before you quickly apologized and kept going. His hands on you were definitely going to be apart of your dreams tonight.

Finally at the top all of you looked in aww. It was such a beautiful sight. The lights from the city looked like stars.

"Hey love, did I hear you were interested in audition for The Greatest Showman going on at The Music Center?"

You looked at Jamie. " Yeah. But Im not sure if I'll be good enough for the part."

" What?! Are you crazy? You are so good. It's insane." Joe said almost shouting.

You gave him a nervous smile and laugh.

"What song were you thinking of trying?"

You looked away from Jamie completely worried about the song you chose. Sure other people would pick the same so you thought if you sang it as best as you could then you would stand out.

" Never Enough."

" Really?" They guys said at the same time.

" Yup. It's a good one."

" Do it." Joe said wide eyed and all smiles

" Yeah come on love do it. And then we can give you a honest answer if you should do it or not."

" Guys...No."

" Common!" They said together.

" Guys."

" No no. This is happening." Jamie sat down on the ground and looked up at you.

You figured Joe noticed how nervous you were when he came and held your hand.

" It's ok babe. You are really good. Now show us how good." He kissed your cheek and went to sit next to Jamie.

Babe?

Great how were you suppose to do this now? Your face fell hot and you had butterflies in your stomach when he kissed you. You took a deep slow breath in and out.

" Okay can one of you play the instrumental. It helps me keep in time."

Jamie pulled out his phone and searched. You looked at Joe who had a big infectious smile. You looked down at the ground and bit your lip so he would catch you smiling too.

As soon as your heard the opening you cleared your throat. You took a few steps back from them because you didn't want to hurt their ears from the high notes. You sighed before begin.

"I'm trying to hold my breath

Let it stay this way

Can't let this moment end

You set off a dream in me

Getting louder now

Can you hear it echoing?

Take my hand

Will you share this with me?

'Cause darling, without you...

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

Never be enough

For me

Never, never

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never enough

Never enough

For me

For me

For me

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

Never be enough

For me

Never, never

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

For me

For me

For meeeeeeeee

For me"

Your chest was heaving. You looked at the guys and their mouths were open in aww.

" Good?" You said softly.

They both jumped up and applauded whooping.

You smiled never taken your eyes off of Joe.

"Bravo babe. Bravo."

There it is again

You were so happy they liked it. After you dropped of Jamie home you were taking Joe back to his trailer on set. While you sat in the car he was praising you. Telling you that you should definitely go for the part. There was this moment where he looked like he wanted to kiss you. It was quiet for a minute before he asked something you never thought he would ask. He asked you out to dinner. You hesitated to answer only because you were trying not to freak out. But you said yes. Like how could you not?

Dinner was great. He was crazy shy to others but not with you. He was very timid at first but when got him out of his shell, he was outrageously silly and such a dork. The night ended with a kiss on the cheek. You had hoped it would have been more, but Joe was a very well mannered and respectable man. He kissed your knuckle before dropping you off at your studio apartment.

Many "dates" were like this. You guys had an amazing time together. But afterwards it always ended up with you alone in bed. However, things had changed when the scene where you and Joe got together in the movie. You guys had to share a passionate kiss with him. To be completely honest, you didn't want to kiss him. He had just finished a scene with the girl from before. And in that seen they went skinny dipping and had sex. Even though it was just an act. Seeing them kiss hurt. Besides you didn't want your first kiss with him to be on camera. Dread filled your mind as the seconds ticked away.

Joe found you in make up. He sat next to you holding your hand.

"Nervous?"

" Always." You sighed

He brought your hand up to his mouth kissing it gently.

" I'm sorry babe. I was really hoping we would have kissed before this."

You turned to look at him. The beauty tech got the hint. And she left you two alone. As soon as she was out of ear shot you spoke.

" You wanted to kiss me before?"

He looked away from you down to your hand. " yes" he said shyly.

Your heart pounding in your chest. You had sudden cotton mouth. You swallowed harshly.

" Kiss me."

His gaze found yours again. " Are you sure?"

" Umm well yes. We can just rehearsal it now. So it won't be so awkward when we shoot."

" Oh" he frowned.

Wait what?

"Joe. You wanted to rehearse this right?"

" Erm..."

" Oooh. I see. I'm sorry I -I didn't know. I thought were were just friends."

" Is that all you want to be?"

His question staggered you.

" If you don't want to be more. That's fine. I just thought we hit it off pretty well."

" umm no I'm just surprised that's all."

" What are you surprised about? Can't you tell that I like you."

" Uhh well I just thought you were being nice."

He scoffed.

" well I thought Juliana was more of your type. You guys seem to have the chemistry."

" I have more in common with a rock y/n"

You laughed.

" Seriously. She only cares about herself. She has the worst sense of humor. She only tells me things she thinks I want to hear. You on the other hand, are very beautiful, and funny as hell. You're never afraid to be genuine. Might I say that you are extremely talented as well. I like you a lot."

" I uhh don't know what to say."

" Do you like me too?"

You nodded biting your lip.

"Well that settles it. Your my girlfriend now." He smirked

" oh am I?"

" Yes. Absolutely!"

...

When the movie came out you were pummeled with hate comments. It seems that Joe's fans absolutely hate you. For what? Being a plus size love interest. But now that you two were dating it just got worse. There was so much body shaming, that you cried so much. When you were with Joe it was fine because you were never on your phone. But the moment you were alone you would read the stupid comments. Even though your fans were so kind, their love was hidden by the outrageous amount of hate.

You were half laying half sitting on your couch while Joe was in the kitchen in your apartment. He was making dinner for you and you were scrolling through Twitter. It was a good thing that he had his people keep up with all his social media or else he would have been furious.

Someone made a rude comment about how you should sit at a table instead of a booth once when you a Joe went to dinner. The waiter mumbled under his breath about how sorry he felt for the chair. You didn't hear it, but Joe did and he went off. You were able to calm him down enough to just leave. Now you guys either ordered take out or you guys would cook. But today Joe offered to cook because you had a long day at rehearsals for The Greatest Showman. You didn't get the part you wanted but at least you got one.

You sat there reading. Your heart broke at the words. These people didn't even know you. But yet acted like you were the devil. God forbid Joe find someone to be with that actually makes him happy. Instead of some damn super model.

Joe must have noticed how you were when he came and laid on you. His face buried into your neck. He blew raspberries into your skin tickling you. He lifted his head to give you kisses all over your face.

He had missed you so much. He was gone for a while working when he finally came back to LA to see his girl. The long distance relationship was hard for him. But he loved you. So he was planning to make this work. Whatever it took, he would do it.

Once he stopped being silly he kissed you properly. The moment you felt that he wanted sex you felt so uneasy about your body. Joe never made you feel like he didn't love it. But he had never seen you naked yet. You wanted him to. That's for sure. It's just that he was away a lot and you were work too. But this time there was no excuse to not to. He was here for a while and he was staying with you. Sure things got hot and heavy before but it never lead to the big O.

He knew something was wrong but he didn't know what. So he opted to kissing you the whole night.

He talked to Jamie about it the next day. Since you and Jamie lived in the same city, you guys became rather close. In a platonic type of way.

Joe went to visit him and asked what was wrong with you. He said that your were feeling insecure about your body. Joe didn't know why. You were an absolute dream to him. He wanted to talk about it with you but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

But Jamie had an idea all on his own. He had asked you to come over to do a boudoir photo shoot. You objected of course but he promised that you wouldn't be completely naked and that Joe would absolutely love them.

You agreed. So one day while Joe was out doing an interview that you knew would take hours, you went to Jamie's. Jamie had the photographer set up in one of his extra rooms. You got dressed or undressed into your skivvies. You went with red lingerie and a red silk robe because Joe said you looked good in red. You would have never done this type of thing in fear that it would get out. But you needed to feel sexy and you wanted Joe to think you were sexy.

The photographer and Jamie really made the shoot fun. You hadn't smiled that much since you and Joe were dancing that one time. The photoshoot took a good 2 hours because Jamie kept distracting you with all his terrible dad jokes. When it was over you went to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled.

" You are smart and kind. You are beautiful and sexy. And any guy would be lucky to have you."

You were looking for your phone in your coat pocket but it wasn't in there. You went out into the bedroom and searched everywhere for it with no luck. You walked out and that butthead Jamie had it.

" And sent" he said grinned.

Your heart sank. You knew Joe was going to get them. But not while his assistant had his phone. When he did anything for work he would give his phone to them. To answer any calls or messages. This was going to be a disaster.

You went home that night waiting for Joe. When he came in he seemed rather upset

"Joe?"

He didn't say anything. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He stripped off your clothes and laid you down.

"You know my assistant saw the photos."

" I'm so sorry I didn't -"

" I don't like the fact that he saw how gorgeous you are before me." He cut you off and started to undress.

" I-"

" Is this what you want?" He said while taking off his pants and boxer revealing his hard on.

" y-yes"

He grinned" God you're so fuck beautiful. You know that." He said before dipping down to kiss you.

You guys made love for the first time and it was mind blowing. Why you guys waited so long you didn't know? Well you did but still. He spooned you kissing your shoulder after.

" You know. You didn't have to send those. I don't need pictures like that to remind me how sexy you are....I'm gonna keep them though. For when I miss you."

You giggled. " They were more for me anyway."

" What? You need to be reminded that your hot?"

" Some times."

" Well I can do that for you." He said pulling you so that you were on your back. " I can do that right now if you want. And any time you need it."

You raised your brows at his offer. " mmm I would like that."

...

It was a week later when something terrible happened. You didn't know what happened since it was opening night. Joe and Jamie were in the front row waiting for the show to start when Jamie got a text.

" OH MY GOD...."

" What? What's is it mate?"

Jamie was freaking out. "Where's your phone?"

Joe checked his pockets pulling it out.

Jamie snatched it and looked it over.

" Unlock it please."

" Jamie seriously what the fuck?" He said trying to unlock his phone. " What the hell?"

He tried and tried but he couldn't open it.

"Joe. Someone hacked into your phone."

"How do you know that?"

"Well if you didn't send this, then someone did." Jamie said showing him the TMZ web page.

It was filled with your pictures. Joe eyes watered. He was so angry. He took the phone and scrolled through. The comments were beyond flattering. His anger dissipated. Though he was upset that now the whole world knew what you looked like under your clothes, he was happy to know that you were his. And he was going to make sure you would know how much he loved you.

The curtains opened and Joe saw you side stage with the biggest prettiest smile he had ever seen. You waved and he waved back. He leaned over to whisper to Jamie.

" I'm going to marry that girl"

...

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