#and a sandwich to every starved actress too
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.. and at the end of the day, women will still hate women.
because beyonce is dumb irl, a terrible songwriter who has a good body and is only successful bc she's light skin n practices dark witchcraft and she's really nothing compared to not aging well rihanna, that abused victim that went back to her abuser, but who is now a baby mama who settled for a broke, colorist ASAP Rocky, but taylor swift is a closet lesbian who always plays victim and a bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and megan thee stallion is an alcoholic hoe who only knows how to twerk to make up for her is trash rapping and she deserved to be shot. and that's exactly why cardi b sucks cos she has a terrible bbl and had to change her whole face to be pretty, but doja cat is a self hating racist who's rude to her fans and is only hot when she's thicc and wears lopsided wigs. zendaya is only considered pretty and a successful actor cos she's biracial just like h.e.r and tyla who are just industry plants with boring, forgettable music. don't forget about lori harvey the nepo baby who only is seen as arm candy to famous men because they need the pr .. also cringy singer j.lo and her attention starved pap calls, poor ben affleck, looks so trapped and miserable in a marriage with such a horrible woman, unlike that terrible dancer mariah carey, who has no sex appeal and is a fat, stuck up hater who thinks she's better than everyone .. oh she's only black when it's convenient to the black community. and like, there must be something wrong with halle berry if she can't keep a man, she got a nose job and she's really not the first black woman to be awarded academy award for best actress bc she's only half black, but viola davis is not considered beautiful enough bc she's dark skinned. but naomi campbell, ryan destiny and justine skye are all beautiful dark skinned women even though naomi is a super bitch with a white child and ryan and justine are nobodies so they can't represent black women. oh and lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande .. black fishing to asian fishing, culture vulture homewrecker who clearly needs therapy and a sandwich, and kylie and khloe the ugly forever a baby mama pathetic, desperate sisters, but kim k, the scared to age porn whore who f'd up her face n body and is more boring than watching paint dry.
and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games, have glasses of wine or cups of tea and dance around with their best friends while their belly's ache in laughter. we don't know their marriages or relationships .. and we don't know their pains, traumas, insecurities or solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.
and we take all of this and we go to work, we go grocery shopping, we walk in sunlight, we sit under the moon, we watch our favorite series and read our books.
so i close the gossip app. i try not to think about the endless women debating, arguing and insulting about how much they hate this age woman, that age woman, that skin color, this skin color, her body, that body, her hair, her face, her relationship, that side chick, that wife, that singer, that model, that actress, that famous man's woman. i try not to think about how much they would hate me if they knew me. and i think about how most of these women are probably quite lovely irl and their online personas are not who they really are .. they have insecurities the same as me and every woman i've known irl. yeah some of them may be just be haters, jealous and bitter, but most women just need to feel better about their shadows, if "such n such" public eye persona has "this fault". sometimes i join these debates, sometimes i defend, sometimes i post a funny gif, sometimes i've shared my experiences or things i've learned, but most times i'm silently lurking and keep my opinions to myself lol some of them women are unnecessarily brutal bullies.
then i come to tumblr 🖤 .. where it's cozy 🔥🌻
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Wild Hearts Chapter Two
Bill was thrown from the horse three different times within the first few hours before lunch. He never complained about it though, well, not other than a comment about how ruined his jeans were. Every time he got back on the horse to listen to what she was telling him. He was getting better and better. It wasn’t easy to learn what he wanted to learn, and as quickly as he seemed to want to learn it. They may have had two weeks to work on this but it was still a lot of knowledge and practice. Around noon there was some kind of lunch break or call for lunch so she stopped him even though he seemed intent on working through it. She was starving, and probably wouldn’t have minded herself but she had to eat or she was going to pass out.
“Come on, we could both use a break, so could the horse.” She said, motioning for him to get down. He relented and dismounted, kind of wobbling for a moment before catching his balance. “You’re doing a great job though.”
“Why don’t I get to see you ride?” He asked as he came over to her. She opened the gate for him and let him through. He tried to brush his pants off but when he realized that was going to be useless for all the mud on them, he stopped.
“Do you want to?” She asked. “They assigned me a horse but it was easier for me to teach you this way. At least today. I can show you after we eat if you’re interested.”
“Yeah, might help to see someone else do it first.” He said, “Get an idea of what it’s supposed to look like. Maybe it’ll show me what I’m doing wrong.” He did have a point and it wasn’t a bad idea. All they’d really been doing was a whole walk, trot, and then canter routine. That was what kept throwing him off the horse. She thought it was because this particular horse was a dick, which she suggested to him a few times. He said he wanted to learn to work through it instead of switching out horses. Also admirable. His work ethic and commitment to this was very inspiring. She hadn’t thought an actor, especially not one as handsome as him, would allow himself to be tossed into the mud so much without having a fit.
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” She said.
“Go get lunch I’ll catch up with you, I obviously need to get somewhat cleaned up.” He laughed showing her his hands which were covered in mud.
“Good idea.” She told him. He smiled and headed off in a different direction, not anywhere she’d been. She assumed he had his own area or tent or something to get changed and cleaned up in. Not something that she had but she also hadn’t really needed anything like that. She just looked around until she was able to locate the right way to the craft service area. Lunch was definitely being served and it smelled amazing. Just a bunch of different catered dishes, a lot of it easy like pasta or sandwiches. A lot of it carbs and protein. It had been awhile since she’d gotten something so fresh and well prepared. She grabbed a sandwich and a bag of chips, then a coke and went to sit down at one of the designated tables out of the sun.
It wasn’t too long after she started eating that she heard a shrill voice demanding to know where Bill was. She looked up to see a woman who was dressed like what she’d consider to be royalty. Designer everything. She also didn’t appear to be too happy having to walk in that particular area in her shoes. It was uneven ground, not paved, and somewhat muddy. She was saying something about how her shoes were ruined and she’d nearly fallen and broken her neck. Then she said something in another language. She watched this woman for a while until some idiot had the bright idea to motion to her table. Probably because she was known to be working with Bill that day.
“Shit,” She whispered. The woman stormed over to her, or rather tried to, but it wasn’t working out too well in her heels. She had some pathetic looking man trailing behind her carrying what looked like a bag of stuff. It seemed like that would be this woman’s personal assistant. Was she another actress?
“You,” The woman demanded, “Who are you?”
“Uh...Krystal Cunningham, Ma’am.” She said and stood up, holding her hand out for the woman to shake. All she got was a glance and a disgusted face. There was no attempt at a handshake. She just smiled, hoping it didn’t look too forced and sat back down again.
“Ma’am? Do I look like a Ma’am to you? How old do you think I am?” She demanded. Krystal glanced up at her. According to the lip injections and possible botox she was thinking the answer was older than she was supposed to say. She swallowed harder and took in a deep breath. She had to play nice here or she could have her ass handed to her very quickly.
“My apologies, Miss, it’s just the Texas girl in me. I meant no disrespect.” She said in her most humble tone.
“Right well, don’t make that mistake again. Now, tell me where Bill is. They said you were working with him. What do you do here anyway? Clean up after the horses?” She asked then snorted like she was very much above having this conversation. The pathetic man servant behind her said something in another language. She responded quickly, sounding annoyed before turning around to glare some more. “Well?”
“I’m the lead horse trainer, Miss.” Krystal said softly. “Bill needs to learn a lot of technical things before the movie starts.”
“You’re the trainer?” She asked sounding like she didn’t believe it. Not that it mattered because it was the truth.
“Hey! Hey!” Bill called out from behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief and took another bite of her sandwich. It seemed someone was here to wrangle this cow now and it didn’t have to be her.
“Bill! Darling!” The woman said and stumbled towards him, barely making her way in the heels. She pulled him into a kiss which he didn’t seem too comfortable with but kissed her anyway then sort of awkwardly put an arm around her to steady her. “I cleared some time in my schedule, just for you.” She took her phone out after that and raised it up like she wanted to take a picture of them together. He put his hand up on the phone and gently pushed it down.
“Closed set.” He said.
“Come on, no one’s going to give a shit about one picture.” She told him, her tone almost vicious. He said something to her in what she could now only assume was Swedish. She’d never heard it spoken before. The thing was that he had said he was from Stockholm, and now he was speaking the same language. That was the only thing that made sense for it to be. His tone remained nice while hers got more and more scathing and vicious. He really didn’t seem to want to take this picture but she didn’t seem to care. Eventually she said something that made him relent, the picture was taken with more than a forced smile. If she noticed this she didn’t care she just giggled and went to posting it on instagram or something. Then she stumbled over to the table and sat down clumsily almost losing her footing in those heels again.
“Might want to wear boots next time.” Bill said, leaning in a bit to kiss her cheek. She shoved him back rudely.
“You’re covered in mud. Don’t.” She said. Bill just cleared his throat and looked in her direction instead.
“Krystal this is Aurora she’s my fiancee.” He said. Krystal was no less than stunned to hear that because he honestly seemed to not like her that much. Either way they didn’t look like they got along. She could have easily deduced that in the few moments she saw them interact. It reminded her so much of how Scott was. Except he was her and she was watching herself. This was kind of how it started. It only got worse after the wedding. She felt her chest tighten as she began to panic on his behalf. How the hell did he not see this? Why was he putting up with her? “Krystal?”
“Huh?” She said stupidly, her mouth full of food because she’d apparently forgotten to keep chewing.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, fine sorry just kind of lost my train of thought for a moment. Won’t happen again.” She said and laughed softly.
“And this is the lead horse trainer?” Aurora asked.
“It’s her first day she’s nervous.” Bill said. Aurora muttered something in Swedish that made Bill roll his eyes and head away from the table. She crammed the rest of her sandwich into her mouth and got up to follow him quickly. There was no way she wanted to be anywhere near this woman. She also knew she couldn’t do or say much about it, she’d just met Bill and it was none of her damn business but her heart already ached for him. He was going to be making a huge mistake soon enough if he was engaged to this witch.
“I should get back...to the stables I mean.” She said, “Need to make sure my horse is tacked up and ready so you can watch me ride.”
“You sure you don’t want to sit and talk?” He asked.
“I mean that would be lovely but this is the first time I got hired and I really need this job. Wanna look super good my first day. Maybe later? Guess we might be here for dinner too with how well you’ve been doing.” She joked. He laughed and nodded.
“Fair enough.” He said, “I’ll meet you back there, okay?” She nodded, almost telling him not to bring the bitch with him but she certainly had no say in that. She was just glad she got to leave and not deal with any of that anymore. Maybe, with some luck, she could get to know Bill just well enough to talk him into seeing it himself. The only problem was, she knew personally, people didn’t leave until they wanted to leave and this was only going to add stress where she definitely didn’t need more of it.
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Just as she was leading her horse back out to the ring, she saw Bill approaching with Aurora. He was kind of hard to miss with how tall he was. She was hard to miss because she was so loud. Someone had taken Lucifer back into the stables to brush him down and get him some rest. She’d already seen on the whiteboard that his horse had been switched out to one named Roman but she could deal with that later. Her assigned horse was named Snickers. Seemed far less brutal than any of those other names. She wondered why they were giving her the nicer horses. It seemed that he should be the one with the easy animals to ride.
“Ready to show me everything I’m doing wrong?” He asked with a laugh when he got close enough. He climbed up onto the fence and sat down to watch.
“I keep telling you that you ain’t that bad. Certainly fall off a horse like a champion.” She smirked at him. She stopped her horse and started to check the stirrups. As she went to mount, he hopped down from the fence to give her a bit of a hand. She didn’t need one, not really, but she wasn’t going to complain because it was nice anyway. Once she was on the horse he smiled up at her and turned back to go to the fence.
“PHONE AWAY!” He yelled at Aurora who was holding it up again.
“Bill-”
“It’s a closed set, you can’t be taking pictures or video!” He told her, sounding exasperated. She rolled her eyes and then seemingly, just to be obnoxious, shoved the camera in his face and took a picture of him. The flash even went off. This startled her horse who reared up and whinnied but she was able to gain control of him again quickly. “See? That’s why-” he trailed off saying something in Swedish the best she could tell. She yelled back at him, far louder and meaner than he was being. He had a point. She could see he was trying to remain calm. Finally he raised his hand and pointed away from there. She tried to plead with him and he shook his head, without a word motioning for her to leave once more.
“Fine...but this isn’t fucking over.” She said, “I’ll be in your trailer. Probably smells better in there anyway.” Krystal was pretty sure she only said that in English as a jab at her. Not that she cared. She very much liked the smell of horses and even if she hadn’t, she was glad to get rid of the woman that was upsetting the massive animal she was trying to keep control of.
“Anyway,” Bill said and got back on the fence, “Go ahead, sorry about that.”
“No problem,” She said even though it was a massive problem and she wanted to scream at him to run as far away from that woman as he could and fast. “I’ll go through the routine again, it’s all about balance with the canter and your center of gravity well...no offense your huge.”
“I’m aware it’s a balance issue.” He laughed. “Don’t worry about offending me.”
“Right,” She smiled. “Just keep an eye, see what I do, hopefully that’ll help.” He nodded and she kicked her horse into gear going into the routine she was trying to teach him. Just basic stuff. She was glad she didn’t have to teach him posting, that would have taken the entire day, possibly two. The great thing about it was that once someone knew to do it, it kind of just came naturally she found. He looked magnificent doing it too. She’d found her mind easily drifting as she’d watched him.
After she circled around the area a few times she stopped Snickers right by him and smiled. He looked no less than impressed with what she’d done even though she didn’t think there was anything to be impressed with. Still, it was nice. Scott had never watched her do anything. Had stopped coming to any of her shows once they were engaged. She’d always had to go alone. Mostly. He usually sent one of his idiot deputies for ‘security’ but she knew it was just to spy on her. Here, she was alone and it felt so much better than having eyes on her constantly.
“Would riding with me help?” He asked after a moment.
“Together?” She asked. “Possibly, or it could get us both tossed.”
“You gonna chicken out?” He asked.
“You think I never been thrown from a horse before?” She laughed, “Get your tall ass up here then.”
“Calling my bluff then.” He grinned and hopped down from the horse. She dismounted as well and came towards him.
“Get up there, I’ll get behind you. Try to help if you slip up. I ain’t gonna be strong enough to stop you from falling.” She explained.
“Yeah you weigh about 90 pounds soaking wet.” He snorted and got up on the horse. She laughed and adjusted the stirrups for his length before coming around to mount behind him. He reached his hand down for her and helped pull her up. She put her hands on his hips then ran them over his back to fix his posture a bit better, failing to realize how sensual she was being until he kind of let out a weird groan.
“Sorry,”
“No it’s...fine. Feels nice. Is that creepy?” He laughed kind of nervously.
“Well I didn’t mean for it to feel awful so I guess not.” She snickered and patted him on the back kind of roughly, attempting to hide what she was doing before. She was glad she was behind him and there was no way he could see how flushed and aroused she’d gotten from this interaction. She cleared her throat. “Anyway, need to use your thigh muscles better, hold on to the horse. Keep up straight, don’t lose your center of gravity. I know you gotta be good with these big ol’ thighs right.” She slapped her hands down on both of them, more to be obnoxious than anything but found that he was indeed, very muscular. She took in a sharp breath and moved them back quickly.
“Hold on,” He said, grabbing her arms from behind to put them around his waist. She rolled her eyes, wanting to tell him she’d be fine. She was far better at this than him, could bareback at a canter, gallop, any speed. She didn’t really need to hold on but she kind of wanted to, so she did as he asked and hugged him tightly. Her cheek resting against his muscular back. He smelled amazing. She hadn’t been so close to a man she also wanted to be close to in years. It was very relaxing. Not even in a sexual way, just something that made her feel very calm. The feeling didn’t last long before they got into a canter. She felt him start to loosen up a bit and moved her hands to his thighs, digging her nails in sharply. “HEY WHAT THE FUCK?”
“TIGHTEN UP!” She yelled at him. He muttered something that probably wasn’t in English but did as she instructed. “Straighten the back. Keep your balance.”
“How easy do you think that is with you yelling at me?”
“Not very but do you want to fall again?” She laughed. He laughed too but started to get in a much better position. Any time he faltered she went through the same routine yelling at him to pay attention, straighten up, whatever she had to do in order to make sure they both didn’t get thrown or fall off completely. It was going great until she heard that sharp, shrill tone of Aurora from the fence. It was enough for Bill to forget what he was doing in the first place, spaz out and slip. Unfortunately since he went down she went down with him right into a huge mud puddle. The only saving grace of this was that she’d fallen on top of him. The bad part was that she’d also...landed on top of him. “Bill!”
“I’m fine...fine…” he gasped even though he didn’t sound fine. He sounded like the air had been completely knocked out of him. Despite this, he very gently moved her off of him and got to his feet before helping her up. The screaming continued, still in another language and Bill hurried to this woman as fast as he could without asking her much more of anything. She sighed and brushed off before trying to go after the horse to calm him down a bit. He really didn’t like how high pitched that yelling was. Just as she was grabbing the reins she turned and saw this woman raise her hand to Bill. Not just a hand but a fist. He visible flinched but didn’t really move to stop it.
“Bill I could use a bit of help! You’re stronger than me!” She yelled quickly. This gave him just enough of an excuse to step back from her and seemingly just in time. It looked like he said something, maybe, before hurrying in her direction. She didn’t need any damn help with this horse, he was a pussycat, but she wasn’t going to stand there and watch him get punched in the face.
“What do you need?” He asked like she totally did not see all of that happen. He reminded her so much of herself that she almost wanted to scream. It was exactly what the fuck she would have done, even if someone actually saw her get hit. It had happened plenty of times but she’d just been trained into pretending it was okay. That everything was always okay, the exact thing he was doing.
“I uh...take the reins please.” She said, holding them out to him with a shaky hand, “Look, I know it ain’t my place but her screaming ain’t helpin with these horses. She can’t keep scarin them like that it’s dangerous. They can’t be stressed. You need to have her removed.”
“Really?” He asked.
“Yes I’m sorry I know she’s your-”
“Who can you tell that to? Like...security or something?” He asked softly.
“Uh...I can talk to the production manager, explain the situation but it might need to be you. I don’t wanna appear difficult you know.” She said. He glanced around, first to her then back to Aurora. Like he was considering something. He didn’t sound upset, if anything he sounded like this was the perfect reason to at least keep her away from the horses. He bit his bottom lip for a moment and then nodded.
“I’ll take care of it, okay.” He patted her on the arm gently, “Just give me a bit, alright? You okay? Didn’t break anything in the fall, right?”
“No, unless I broke something of yours. You kind of caught me.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He smiled, just a bit. Something genuine but a bit pained. “Don’t worry you’ll get it, we’re only on the first day.”
“Yeah it’s just frustrating. She’s not really helping is she? I’m sorry. She’s kind of protective of me you know. Guess she got a little worried about how dangerous things looked.” He told her, but it was obviously a lie. Maybe none of that had been in English but she knew exactly what the problem was. How she’d been riding with him, yelling at him, touching him. Depending on how much she’d seen this was about jealousy. Possessive rage. Nothing else. She’d seen Scott do it a thousand times before she left.
“She can protect you better by not getting near these horses.” She said firmly, deciding to work with him since he wasn’t willing to admit what the problem actually was. “It’s too risky, okay? It will be safer for me and for you if she’s not allowed over here.”
“Right.” He nodded, “Just...give me...uh...uh one moment.” He stuttered but then still continued to stand there for a moment like he really didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to make him feel awkward so she just took the reins from him gently and started to move the horse away to the other side of the ring. This seemed to spur him into action, he jogged towards Aurora.
There was a bit more of an argument and she winced when he got slapped anyway. She knew she hadn’t saved him from anything. She shuddered to think about what the hell was going to happen in that trailer once they got there. Away from prying eyes. Probably nothing immediately visible but it was going to be there regardless. She fixed herself up and got back on the horse just as Bill was walking through the gate. He was walking off with that woman, back in the same direction he’d headed to get cleaned up before. She was going to have to figure out where his trailer was, if only to come up with 100 different excuses to pull him out of there when things got too bad. This wasn’t what she’d signed up for but she’d be damned if she didn’t do what she could while she had the chance.
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Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 3 | And Miss Out on Mum Meeting the Girl You Married Without Telling Her? Not a Chance
A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself.
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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)
Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?
This Chapter: Molly finally gets to meet Luke and they try to convince him that this marriage is not some elaborate plot to manipulate the press. And Tom makes a critical error. We learn more about Molly and her past.
Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.
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Tom regretted drinking two cups of espresso the next morning before heading to Luke’s. He definitely regretted not eating anything more than a piece of toast with butter and marmalade. Even after Molly offered to make something for him.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you eggs, an omelette? I could probably manage some French toast before we have to leave.” Molly sipped her tea as she ate some oatmeal.
French toast sounded divine at the moment as Tom’s stomach did somersaults. Molly’s knee bounced in the passenger seat on the way to the Prosper office.
“Do you think Luke will yell at me?” Molly asked. “I don’t do well when people yell at me.”
Tom’s head snapped over at her. She sighed.
“Foster parents are not always kind. Bio parents can be worse.” She wrung her hands.
He reached over and squeezed Molly’s knee. “I promise I won’t let him yell at you.”
“Thank you, Tom. Are we telling him the truth?”
“Only if necessary.”
“Then what are we telling him?”
“That I went to Vegas, and I fell madly in love with you and on a whim we got married.”
“A fanciful tale.” Her head dropped to her chest.
“Oh, I don’t know, darling. You sell yourself short. You’re bright, funny, caring and dare I even say easy on the eyes.”
Molly blushed. “Thank you. You are not so bad yourself. Although I seriously question your dietary habits.”
Tom chuckled. “I’ll work on it. And I hope after all of this we will be good friends.”
“Me too.”
“Looks like we are here.” Tom parked the car on the street. He hustled around to open Molly’s door and help her out. “Time to face the firing squad.” Her eyes widened. “Kidding!”
By the time the meeting was done, Molly wished it had been a firing squad.
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“Luke, this is Molly Bishop, now Hiddleston.” Tom wrapped his arm around her waist. “My wife.”
“My condolences.” Luke shook Molly’s hand.
Molly’s brow furrowed. “I…”
“Of all the stupid shit you have ever fucking done—” Luke started in on Tom.
“Luke, watch your tone.” Tom jabbed a finger in his publicist’s face. “You are not to yell at Molly.” His bright blue eyes flashed and his fists clenched.
Luke took a step back. “Right. Take a seat and let’s see if we can straighten this out.”
They sat next to each other. Molly reached for Tom’s hand and he took it. Luke sat down behind his desk, staring at the two of them. Luke pinched his nose hard and took several deep breaths. Before speaking, he poured a glass of water and dropped two Alka-Seltzer into the water. Molly stared at the whole thing. Tom leaned over.
“For later. Luke says I give him indigestion.” he whispered.
“And headaches.” Luke added.
“I can understand the feeling.” Molly muttered under her breath.
“I beg your pardon!” Tom twisted around to face Molly. “Et tu. Is this about the vegetables?”
“It wouldn’t kill you to eat one every so often. You’re not 21 anymore.”
Tom gritted his teeth. “I said I would work on it. Can we not talk about this right now?”
“You’re the one who brought it up. I was just making a comment.”
Luke’s head bounced back and forth like watching a tennis match, a smirk growing on his face.
“You two are good. Really good. Damn Tom, the lengths you will go to… hiring an actress to pretend to be your wife, that’s—”
“We got married, Luke. In Vegas.” Tom retorted. “Darling, do you have the copy of the license?”
Molly grumbled. “I do, but we are not done with the whole diet thing.” She rummaged through her purse and produced the folded piece of paper. “Show him the photos.” She whispered to Tom as she handed over the license.
“I’m not showing him the photos unless I have to.” Tom hissed.
“Show me the photos, Tom.” Luke beckoned him.
Tom side eyed Molly and handed over the license and his phone. Luke glanced at the license and then scrolled through the photos, eyes growing wider. He zoomed in on one and squinted.
“Is that a spider ring?” he asked.
“His name is Clive.” Tom deadpanned.
Luke cuts his eyes at Tom. “Of course, you named it. You wouldn’t happen to have the ring, would you?” He turned to Molly.
She let loose a breath, exasperated. “Honestly,” she jabbed a finger at Tom and then Luke. “I was not expecting the Spanish Inquisition.” She dug through her purse again. “You are both lucky that I planned ahead.” Molly slammed the two Tiffany boxes on the desk. “There, here is your pound of flesh.”
Luke opened the boxes and found the spider ring and plastic gem ring. His eyes went to their proper rings and then ran his hands through his hair.
“Holy shit, you got married.”
Tom rolled his eyes. “I have been saying that for the last 24 hours, mate. Can we move on?”
Molly giggled.
“I… I… apologize. Sorry.” He sputtered, he turned to Molly. “I’m sorry, Molly. You have no idea the things this man has put me through.”
“I can imagine.”
“Hey! I—”
“Not talking to you, Tom.” Luke held up a hand. “I am talking to your bride. Clearly the reasonable one. Although she did marry you, so…”
Tom slumped in the chair. “Two of you. I thought you were on my side.”
Molly reached over and rubbed his arm. “I’m always on your side, honey.”
Tom smiled and leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, darling. Do you believe me now, Luke?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes, I do.” He slammed his hand on his desk, rattling his water. “Now let’s talk about these.” He held up several newspapers.
Forty-five minutes later, they finally ended the meeting. Tom was starving. Luke grilled Molly about her background. By the end of everything, Tom now knew that Molly spent the ages of 12-18 in foster care, went to college where she worked two jobs to make ends meet, and has no contact with her younger brother who was adopted. Tom felt a twinge of guilt listening to Molly tell her life story. He never really bothered to ask.
Luke led them to the door but stopped short.
“How did your mom take the news, Tom?” Luke asked. Tom froze and paled. Luke leaned in. “You did tell her?”
Molly glanced between them. “I thought you called her when we got home.”
Tom ran his hands through his hair. Little bits stuck up. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened. “I forgot. I was distracted by someone yelling at me.”
“You haven���t told your mother about us?!” Molly screeched.
Luke chuckled, which soon turned into a full belly laugh. “You are so dead, Tom.” Molly gasped. “You will be fine, Molly, but pray for your husband. There is nothing scarier in this world than Diana Hiddleston mad at her only son.”
Molly gulped. “I will keep that in mind. Now if you excuse us, we have some calls to make.”
Tom nodded, still reeling from the fact he didn’t tell his mum, or his sisters, that he got married. Fake or not. He hoped she hadn’t seen any of the photos yet. But knowing Emma and Sarah, they sent her the links. “Right, calls.”
Molly pushed Tom out of the office and towards the elevator. She waved bye to Luke as the doors closed.
“That went better than expected.” Molly shifted her weight from side to side.
“Yeah, yeah!” Tom blinked and came back to reality. “You were brilliant. What made you think to bring the rings?”
“People have the tendency to believe you when you can present physical evidence. That, coupled with the photos, lends credibility. I mean, who gets married with a plastic spider ring?” She laughed and Tom joined in.
“Genius, really. Luke would have never—” Tom’s stomach rumbled. He blushed. “You were right I should have eaten something.”
Molly stretched to reach his cheek and gave him a quick peck. “You will soon learn I am always right. Let’s find you some food and then you call your mother.”
“Fine.”
-
They found a place for Tom to grab a sandwich since it was too late for breakfast and not quite time for lunch. Molly stared on as Tom inhaled the sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a bottle of water.
“Did you taste any of that?”
Tom glanced up at her as he poked the last bit of the sandwich into his mouth. “Yes.”
She shoved a napkin towards him. “You have crumbs on your face.”
Tom swallowed. “Thanks.”
“Call your mother.”
Tom slouched. “Can’t we wait until we get home?”
“No.” She stared him down. “If you don’t do it, I will.” Molly lunged for his phone, but Tom was too fast and grabbed it first.
“I’m calling her right now.” He held the phone to his ear, praying it would go to voicemail.
“Tom!” Diana’s warm voice filled his ear. “How are you doing, love?”
“Doing good. A bit of jet lag, I was in Vegas over the weekend.”
Diana hummed. “And how is Luke?”
Tom chuckled. “Angry at me as always.”
“If you would just listen to him…”
“I like her.” Molly popped in.
Tom waved her off.
“I know, Mother. Listen,” He fidgeted with his hair again. Molly realized it was an absolute tell when Tom was nervous. “I was wondering if you might like to grab some lunch this week. We can catch up. So much as happened since I last saw you.”
“I would be delighted, Thomas. Why don’t you come up to the house? Does Wednesday work for you?”
Tom mouthed “Wednesday” to Molly, who shrugged her shoulders.
“Like I’m doing anything? You and Luke are the only people I know here.”
“Right.” He returned to the call. “Wednesday is perfect, mum. Noon?”
“It’s a date. Don’t forget to bring that wife of yours, Thomas. I am quite keen on meeting her.”
All the blood drained from Tom’s face. “I… I… can explain—”
“I’m sure you can. On Wednesday. I have to go, love. It was good to chat.” The line went dead.
Tom stared at the phone. “I’m so dead. She knows about you.”
“Oh, she knows. You are her son. And didn’t you mention having sisters? They totally ratted you out.” Molly smiled at him.
-
Tom had some appointments on Tuesday which kept his mind occupied from seeing his mother the next day. Molly took some time to figure out how to change her name, get a new passport, and figure out how to maneuver life in a foreign country. Tom took her to get a phone that would work.
“Here you go.”
The first thing she did was snap Tom to add to his contact list. He was laughing in the photo.
“Don’t use that one!” Tom pouted. “Let me pose.”
“But I like this one. It captures your essence.”
But now it is Wednesday morning. Tom woke up early to go for a run. Molly was already up, sipping tea in the living room.
“Can I join you?” she asked upon seeing Tom in workout gear.
“I run about three miles…”
“Sounds perfect. Give me two minutes.” She bounded off the couch towards her bedroom.
Tom fiddled with his headphones until Molly emerged in sneakers and workout leggings. Over the ear headphones around her neck.
“Ready to go.” She tucked her phone into a pocket. “I will just follow you.”
“Let me know if you need to turn around.” Tom winked as they set off.
They returned home about thirty minutes later.
“Sure you don’t want to go another mile?” Molly bounced on her feet.
Tom breathed hard. “Maybe another time. I’m a bit out of shape. You run?”
Molly nodded. “Most days I run. If I get up in time. I miss the gym.”
Tom chuckled. “We need to get you a membership. And I need to ..get into shape myself. Can’t let my wife show me up in paparazzi photos.” he half-joked.
Molly coughed. “They take photos of you running?!”
“Sometimes.” He took a sip of water, his heart rate going back to normal. “Definitely now with you in the picture.”
Molly raised an eyebrow, stepping towards him, grabbing the water bottle from him. “Think they are out there right now?”
Tom glanced around and sure enough, he spied a few cameras with zoom lenses down the street.
“Yup.”
Molly wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe we should give them a more scandalous photo.”
Tom leaned down. “What did you have in mind?” he smirked as Molly tugged his head towards her and her lips crashed against his. She sighed and Tom slipped his tongue into her mouth. Molly did the same. As he fisted the back of her shirt, Tom noticed one of Molly’s arms moving.
“AH!!” He screamed as the cold water poured down on his head and Molly jumped back laughing.
“I thought you needed a little cooling off.” she laughed.
Tom lunged for her with a smile on his face, droplets of water falling from his hair.
“You’ll pay for that!” Tom gave chase, while Molly dashed into the house, screaming and laughing.
She made it as far as the living room before Tom’s long legs caught up with her.
“Got you!”
Tom grabbed her by the waist to pull her towards him, but their feet slipped and they ended up on the couch. Tom on top of her. Their eyes locked for a moment before Tom scrambled to his feet.
“I’ll get you all wet.” he commented nervously. “I should…”
“Right.” Molly nodded, sitting up. “I’ll make some breakfast. Eggs and toast. I don’t know what your mother is planning on for lunch.”
“A light breakfast would be best.” Tom shook out his now soaked t-shirt and Molly caught a glimpse of his abs.
“No problem.” She smiled.
They both headed off in different directions. When it was time to leave for Diana’s house, Molly fidgeted with her casual dress and knee-high boots.
“Do I look okay?” she glanced at Tom in jeans and a sweater. “I’m overdressed. Look at you, casually gorgeous. I’m going to change. I have nothing to wear. Nothing to wear…” Molly’s face broke down.
Tom wrapped his arms around her. “What’s going on, darling?” She buried her head in his sweater. “You didn’t freak out like this when we went to go see Luke.”
“That was business. This is your mother. I don’t do well with families, particularly mothers. What if she hates me?”
He kissed the top of her head. “First off, you look beautiful. Second, if my mum hates anyone between the two of us, it will be me. She is going to love you, darling.”
Molly sniffled and dabbed her eyes with the back of her fingers. “Really?”
“I am 100% certain. Now let’s get on the road.”
Molly smiled and nodded. The fear wasn’t gone, but she felt better knowing Tom would be there with her. That fear came rushing back as they stood on the front step of the house of Diana Hiddleston. Tom reached for Molly first.
“I’ve got you, darling.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek right as the door opened.
“Gross, Tom. And at Mum’s house no less.” Emma gagged.
Tom’s cheeks turned a bright pink. “Emma! I didn’t expect you to be here.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “What a surprise.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “And miss out on Mum meeting the girl you married without telling her, not a chance.” Emma turned to Molly. “Emma.”
“Molly B… Hiddleston.” She smiled and extended her hand. Emma shook it with a firm grip.
“The papers didn’t give a name. She seems nice, Tom. Clearly she doesn’t know the real you.”
Tom continued to blush. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Em. Can we come in or are we eating on the front step?”
Emma held the door open wide and stepped aside. They stepped inside. “Mum’s in the kitchen.”
As if on cue, Diana’s voice rang out. “Is that them, Emma?”
“They just got here!” she yelled before turning back to them. “She’s been cooking all day.”
Molly gulped. Tom squeezed her hand. An older woman with grey white shoulder length hair. She came up to Tom's shoulder, if that.
“You were supposed to tell me when they got here.” she scolded Emma.
“I was on my way to tell you.”
“Go take the food out of the oven.”
“But…” Emma protested.
“Go, child. You’ll have the entire meal to listen to me yell. Right now I need a word with your brother.”
Emma pursed her lips as she walked into the kitchen but made a slashing throat gesture, mouthing the words “you’re so dead” at Tom before disappearing.
Diana wiped her hands on her apron. “Now where is my new daughter-in-law?”
Molly raised her hand. “That would be me. Molly, ma’am.”
Diana held open her arms and wrapped them around Molly tight. She realized where Tom got his hugging skills.
“You are just a doll. Is my son treating you well?”
Molly nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“So polite and much shorter than the last one. Right at eye height for me.”
“Mother…”
Diana waved Tom off. “And please call me Diana or Mum or Mom. I promise I don’t bite.”
Molly giggled. “Yes, ma.. Diana.”
Diana hugged her again before spinning to face her son.
“Tom.” She crossed her arms.
“Mum.” Tom grew very interested in the rug on the floor.
“Do I get a hug?” Diana smiled.
Tom looked up and grinned. “Always.” The two of them hugged tight, Tom bending at the knees to wrap his arms around her. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Diana pulled back.
Her hand reached out and smacked Tom right upside the head. Tom cowered, covering his head.
“Mum!” he howled.
“You got married and didn’t tell me!”
“I was getting around to it. Luke distracted me!” Tom explained.
Diana smacked his arm. “Do not blame Luke for this, he is a saint! You were keeping this lovely girl away from me.”
Molly beamed as Diana smacked Tom one more time.
“You think I’m lovely?” she asked.
Diana turned to Molly. “Oh dear. You are perfectly charming. Unlike my wretch of a son.” Another smack to the chest.
“Really, Mum? In front of our guest?” Tom flinched.
“Molly is family.” Diana stopped, took a deep breath, and smiled. “Now with that sorted, let’s go eat.” She spun on her heel and headed back to the kitchen.
Tom hooked his arm with Molly’s. “My mother.”
“I like her.”
-
Emma and Diane pumped the two of them for every detail about this abbreviated courtship.
“A chapel in Vegas, Tom? Romantic.” Emma sneered.
“I thought so.” Molly added.
“Thank you, darling.” Tom leaned against her.
“Awww.” Emma commented.
Diana stood to clear the dishes as Emma examined Molly’s ring.
“Let me help you.” Tom rose to help, taking the rest of the dishes. Diana grabbed his arm when they reached the sink.
“I really like her, Thomas. You did well.”
“Thank you. She is something.” Tom smiled.
“Much better than the last girl you brought home.”
Tom frowned. “Mum, I…”
Diana held up her hand. “I know. Don’t mention her. But I will say this. There was something about her that didn’t sit right with me.”
“You never said anything to me.”
Diana smiled softly and cupped Tom’s cheek. “You seemed so in love and happy. And all I have ever wanted for all my kids is to be happy.”
“Oh.”
“But none of that matters. You have Molly now and the two of you have years of happiness ahead.”
Tom glanced over to where Emma and Molly hunched over Emma’s phone. Tom’s heart twinged with guilt.
“Right. Of course.” He smiled.
Molly burst out in laughter.
“What is so funny over there?” Tom called out, heading over to the table.
Emma giggled. “Just some old pictures.”
Tom’s face fell. “No, you didn’t…”
Molly giggled. “You were so skinny and that hair!”
The two girls fell into a fit of giggles as Diane placed a hand on Tom’s shoulder.
“Yes, I like her very much.” she whispered. “Why don’t we pull out the old picture albums?”
Tom groaned.
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston x ofc#tom hiddleston imagine#tom hiddleston fluff#tom hiddleston smut#tom hiddleston angst#accidently married
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jarpad24 - Hi Bestie, could you write me a J2 X Reader where the reader is a young actress and she wears herself down by working too hard, and she becomes completely exhausted. The boys tell her to take it easy but she wont and collapses. J2 take care of her, letting her rest. 😊
I’ve never written anything like this before, hopefully it’s what you imagined and not off-the-rails-garbage! And hopefully I wrote J2 well
p.s. Just a warning to anyone, I don’t take requests or anything because I'm crap at keeping a schedule and my memory is like quicksand (seriously, you could tell me something and I’d instantly forget everything a minute later, it’s a real problem) so I don’t want to forget to write and disappoint people :( sorry if this sounded rude.
tagging - @jarpad24
warnings - a little angst?; exhausted reader; mentions of mean people on the internet; prop knife mention; brief fight description; reader gets kicked and falls into a table; Reader passes out; J2 being sweethearts and taking care of reader; food mention; fluff - please let me know if I missed any warnings and I’ll add them :)
you had been working on the tv show Supernatural for three years now
having joined the SPNFamily to play the role of a Wayward Sister
the fans fell in love with you and your character, and you fell in love with the job and the community
but then one day while looking through social media, you stumbled upon a negative review
despite the huge amount of positive feedback you’d gotten, this one review hit you hard
Jared told you not to focus on it and let it consume you
Jensen said the same
Misha immediately tried distracting you by proposing a prank war on J2
all hell broke loose after the war was initiated
like, for real, it was pure carnage
someone became temporarily blind after being hit in the face with a pie type of carnage
but even with the prank war, work had to be done
and you were working your arse off double time
no scene that you did felt good enough
you were constantly spotting flaws in your acting
“The take was brilliant-”
“-No, I’m not standing straight enough. Let’s do another one,”
“Y/N, it’s fine, honestly.”
“I’m holding the knife in the wrong hand, my character’s left handed not right!”
your brain was working overtime with every scene
were you standing in the right place?
were holding props correctly?
were you saying every word clearly enough?
the boys took notice of your new workaholic attitude and decided to talk to you about it
but you would barely give them five minutes
there was always something that had to be done
memorise the script?
no harm in looking at it for the twenty-eighth time that day
rehearse stunts?
the bruise on your shoulder hardly hurt anymore, you could do another one
lunch break?
nah, you’ll just grab a sandwich on your way to make-up
you could only push yourself so far, however
one day while practising the choreography for a fight scene you dodge too late
the boot of the stunt man hits you in the stomach and you’re sent flying backwards
you fall into a table and then to the floor
your not badly hurt, but your whole body is screaming with exhaustion
“Y/N! Y/N are you ok?!”
“Are you hurt!?”
J2 are by your side in an instant helping you to your wobbly legs
your hip is killing you from where you whacked it on the table
the stunt man is blubbering apologies
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you say, “I’m fine,”
you're not fine
the second you try to take a step forward your body just straight up refuses to function
the definition of ‘ight, I’mma head out’
your exhaustion finally gets the better of you and you collapse in either Jared or Jensen’s arms, you can’t tell which
when you wake up you’re in your trailer lying on the sofa
Jared is sitting at the table opposite looking at his phone
“Jar’?”
he snaps his head up when you speak and comes over, kneeling next to the sofa
he’s still a freaking giant even kneeling next to you
“How’re you feeling, kiddo?”
“Like I weigh as much as the amount of food you eat,”
he laughs just as the trailer door opens
“Speaking of food,”
Jensen enters with packs of food stacked in his hands
the smell makes your stomach growl
“Hey there, sleepy head,” Jensen says, “hungry?”
“Starving,” you admit.
The boys fill you in on what happened as you eat
neither of them comment on how you all but wolf your food down
no one could blame you, you hadn’t let yourself eat properly in ages
filming has been cancelled for the rest of the day
which means you have plenty of time to rest and look after yourself
you couldn’t get out of it even if you wanted, though
Jared and Jensen insist of staying by your side
they make sure you eat and drink, even going as far as offering you their own food when you finish yours
they don’t let you do anything or go anywhere (besides the bathroom, obviously)
seriously, they turn into your butlers for the day by their own free will
even despite your protests, they continue to tend to you, hand and foot
“You’ve been working your ass off for the past week, you need to rest,”
“Don’t worry ‘bout anything, just get some shut eye,”
“God, Moms, leave me alone,”
eventually, you give into their mollycoddling
you get yourself comfortable on the sofa and bury your head into the pillow you’ve been (forcefully) given
“Thanks, guys,”
you’re fast asleep mere seconds after closing your eyes
#supernatural#supernatural x reader#jared padelecki#jensen ackles#j2#j2 x reader#fluff#jared padelecki x reader#jensen ackles x reader#j2 x y/n
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Intro to Caitlyn 101 (Mirror’s Edge)
Summary: Caitlyn is a thief looking for the next big score. Used to taking wristwatches and wallets from rich folk, she's aiming to take down bigger game as she discovers the hidden magical world within her hometown. Her first mark is an unassuming shopkeeper and his collect of ancient relics. All set with a plan, Caitlyn makes her move. Though plans rarely go off without a hitch.
Hello everyone! E here, hoping you are all well and staying safe. So the next chapter of my little side project is here! Honestly wasn't planning on getting back to this so soon but I was having fun worldbuilding and character creating and here we are. You can blame my friend @hains-mae for enabling me.
Right so the next thing I write will probably be the part two to this then the next chapter of the Underground. Umm that's really it for me so have a great week, be safe, wear your mask, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Please feel free to reblog, share, leave kudos or leave comments with things you liked or feedback if you read it on a03. I promised I'd try to promote myself more and it feels weird haha.
E is out, have a great one everyone! and here’s the link to the doobly do
---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/76014323
There was an arrogance that seemed deeply etched into every aspect of the magical world. She stood among valuable, ancient relics from throughout human history: Vases from Greece lined the shelf above her. A row of Roman gladius blades in various states of decay with only a flimsy glass case between them and Caitlyn’s pocket. Tarnished Victorian era slivered lockets left about like loose change.
Millions dollars worth of the past and she, a stranger, was left unattended with it all.
Technically she wasn’t supposed to be in here with the locked door and close sign but the fact in the 5 minutes it took her to pick the lock and scout the first floor without a single soul attempting to stop her really was a testimony to the haughtiness of the ‘shopkeeper’.
It had been only few months since she saw past the false reality that was superimposed onto hers and she was still readjusting: Magic was real. Elves, dwarves, little halfing folk? Real. People shooting bolts of lightning and flames while riding storm clouds? Real. The guy who kept awkwardly hitting on her every time she tried to get a hotdog from the cart at the corner? Just a regular creep BUT could’ve been magical.
Even their currency was a show of their excessive wealth: Sliver, gold, platinum coins Actual platinum traded away like it was nothing! People starving and helpless on the streets and these bastards just walked with some of the rarest metal on the planet in their pockets like chump change.
Anger bubbled within her stomach along with self righteousness and a bit of her breakfast but she took a deep calming breath, closing her bluish gray eyes. ‘Calm down Cait’ she scolded herself ‘This isn’t the first time you’ve seen excessive wealth squandered and wasted. You’re here for a job so do it and never come back.’
She glanced around the waiting room she found herself in. It was off to the side of the shopping front andthere were very few things of interest in the tiny room: Some old, tattered chairs that had seen better days. A very, very tacky abstract painting hung over a bricked up fireplace. There was a scattering of magazines older than her with loose stables and free roaming pages everywhere.
A place of show and very little use.
“Hello my angel.”
Caitlyn seized up. She had been so caught up in her rage she hadn’t been paying attention to anyone coming down the stairs. Three stories with a handful of people about and nary a sound could heard. Must be some sort of magic.
She shook herself out of her stupor, slowly exhaling to calm her nerves. She forced her lips to curve into the cutest, lost smile she could muster. She opened her purple jacket a bit further so the guy could get a clearer view of her tight white tank top and running shorts.
“Helpless. Remember you’re helpless.” She whispered to herself before whirling about, her long black hair with dyed purple coloring flowed behind her gracefully as if she was an actress in those stupid hair product commercials.
“Oh!” she spoke with mock surprise, scrunching her face cutely as possible “I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m lost and the door was open and sorry!”
She leaned forward, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck as she gave whoever it was a better view of her outfit.
Hook, line and sinker.
“No problem sweetie. No need to lie to me.”
Hook, line and sunk apparently.
She blinked, unsure if she heard what she thought she heard. She glanced up to find a strangely dressed man with the goofiest grin.
He was cute in a ‘I dress as an obscure, indie character for cosplay’kind of way: His messy, unkempt black hair sat under a black fedora. He wore a long black trench coat that had seen better days. At least he preferred more colors than black on black. His collared shirt was a nice baby blue with an equally nice light brown vest. Black dress pants because men’s fashion is incredibly boring and shiny loafers to completed the look. Whatever the look was.
She expected him to be taking a good look at her attire.
What she found was him staring at her.
His warm dark brown eyes were soft, gentle and he refused to break his gaze from her bluish grays even though there were more tempting sights on offer.
She was on the back foot. No wandering glances, no self pleasured smiles. Not even a creepy chuckle. Just a strangely dressed, inch shorter guy looking like he just found the love of his life in this moment.
“I…” she cleared her throat “Umm….did you hear me?”
He gave a quick nod “Yeah. You broke in and you were trying to cover your tracks.”
It wasn’t that he guessed correctly what was she up to that threw her off. It was how casually he said it. More discussing the weather than committing a felony.
She raised an eyebrow, not sure how to proceed from whatever this was. There were always some people who caught on about her intentions fairly quickly but no one had ever been so….indifferent about it.
“I don’t work here.” the man offered, slowly closing the distance between them but leaving the doorframe wide open “I really don’t care that you’re here to rob the place.”
This has to be a trap. This had to be. No one was ever this….laidback. Were the other goons on the side waiting to jump her when she bolted? Was she on camera and he was letting her go knowing full well he had all the evidence he needed to track her down?
Or maybe he really didn’t care. He seemed more interested in talking than stopping her and there was this strange presence about him. A calm she’d never felt before even when her parents were alive. It was odd and foreign to her but she felt safe. Protected.
She shook her head, slowly inching closer to the doorway. The man made no attempt stop her. He just stood there, smiling, hands in his pocket.
The rational part of her brain said to run. This whole thing was botched and it was better to cut her losses than find out first hand what magical creatures could do to her. The less rational side of her head told her to wait, to talk this guy. Lying was obviously pointless but she had a feeling he would answer any questions she’d had and she had plenty.
“So…” she rose a suspicious eyebrow “Not gonna stop me?”
He shook his head “I wish you’d stay but I understand if you don’t want to be found in Andor’s shop. He’s one of those new elves. Less honor more power.”
She blinked. He said elves right? Just threw it out there like it was an everyday matter of fact and not a deeply held secret of her hometown.
“Elves aren’t real.’ Caitlyn said matter of fact.
“We both know better than that.” The man gave a bright smile.
“What do you want?”
The words spilled out of her mouth despite her best attempts but this guy was throwing her off so badly she forgot how to function.
“Talk to you of course.”
The worst kind of people were the sincere ones. They were sappy and gooey. They just so happy it was sickening. They had to be up to something. They had to some scheme or scam or something they were waiting to drop on you. No one was that happy, that purely honest. They were the liars who were so good they convinced themselves they were good people. No one was good and everyone had a dark corner in their soul they hid from the world.
Caitlyn knew she had plenty in whatever was left of her ratty soul.
“And if we talk? Will you let me go?”
The man nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Caitlyn licked her lips anxiously “Promise?”
Promise? What was she 12? No one kept their promises. Not even her.
He placed his hand over his heart “Cross my heart.”
“Let’s talk,”
He jerked his head towards the door “Outside. Don’t want you to ruin your heist.”
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Today was not going how she was expecting. She was thought she was going to break into an elf ran front, scout the area and come back in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been expecting to have coffee and bread with a random stranger on the street.
Well she had coffee, mystery man opted for hot chocolate.
They stood in a strangely comfortable silence a block from Andor’s. The man offered to pay for whatever she wanted and she took him up on it. Couple of baked goods, a sandwich for lunch, some water and of course her cup of wake up juice. If he was mad at her for her splurging at his expense, he hid it well. He just took his coco and some fancy elvish bread. Looked good but Caitlyn wasn’t up for trying other beings food. She didn’t know how it would sit with her stomach.
The elf who ran the cart, a few months ago human to her, waved goodbye to the pair as he counted the human cash the man gave him.
The trench coat cosplay stood patiently, sipping his drink and waited for her to break the silence.
She refused to break the silence first. Not wanting to sound too eager. Eagerness was a weakness and this guy was already throwing her off her rhythm.
“I’m Finnrick by the way.”
She turned to him, unsure if he was messing with her or not.
He gave her the same goofy smile “Finnrick Drift, private investigator.”
“Ah huh.” She nodded slowly “So you’re a magical P.I.? Like elves cheating on their wives, dwarves dodging their taxes P.I.?”
“Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders “Ironically elves like dodging on their taxes more than dwarves.”
“Right.”
“You’re new to the whole other side of Newton Haven huh?”
She glanced at her coffee “Lived here my whole life. Really makes me wonder if I lost my mind.”
“Don’t worry, we’re all mad here Alice.”
Why was she talking to him? Why was she being honest? This was weirder and getting weirder every passing second.
Finnrick changed subject “So, robbing Andor? Any particular loot you are after?”
Caitlyn narrowed her eyes “Trying to fish something out of me Finny?”
“Guilty as charged” He beamed with pure happiness “Don’t want you wasting your time on shiny trinkets he cares nothing about.”
Caitlyn remained silent. She wasn’t used to such transparency. Normally this would be the point where the guy would lie or pretend to not have heard or awkwardly switch the subject but Finnrick answered openly and honestly. So far.
“So” Caitlyn straightened up, pulling her jacket wide open “What do you think? Great outfit right?”
Finnrick turned to her with a grin, his cheeks turning a pinkish hue as his eyes locked onto hers “Your body is absolutely lovely but your eyes even more so.”
Caitlyn could feel the flush coming. She coughed loudly, focusing on her drink as she willed the embarrassment away.
Finnrick chuckled lightly but returned to his drink. The silence returned, still comfortable as before.
This is was bad whatever this was. She needed to regain some level of control and stop acting like a teenage girl on her first garbage fire of a date.
“So” she cleared her throat “Mister P.I. what would you recommend taking if not all those millions of dollars of historical items he leaves about?”
Finnrick crushed the foam cup effortlessly as he gestured to the third floor of the shop “His office has a pretty simple safe. He keeps loads of paperwork. His various contracts, accounts, treasure hoards”
Caitlyn scoffed in disbelief even though her eyes shone with excitement “Treasure hoards? Elves? I thought dragons were the hoarders. Weren’t elves supposed to be above all that lovely corruption?”
“No one is above corruption.’ Finnrick answered “Elves are just like everyone else.”
Caitlyn crossed her arms and leaned back with a cocky swagger “And why, pray tell, would I care about boring paperwork?”
“Because it really hurt him in the pride.”
Damn Finnrick was good. Not only she was eager to learn more, she could already feel the smug satisfaction of bringing a powerful prick down a peg fill her cause.
Finnrick seemed to notice this because he went on “Andor is a young elf. 100 years give or take.”
“A hundred years is young?”
“When you live a thousand years every other race is a child to you. Andor’s old man is a swell guy. He’s one of those good elves you see in Tolkien.”
“Tolkien?” Caitlyn furrowed her brow “He wrote the books that those Lord of the Rings films are based on right?”
“Yeah actually.”
“Oh and the Hob…”
“We don’t talk about that.” Finnrick quickly added “But see the problem is Andor’s old man doesn’t know his son has become the small time crime lord. Thinks he’s running an antique business selling off old junk that was gathering dust in the family’s attic.”
Something clicked into place for Caitlyn “Wait. Junk from the attic? You mean all those relics on the shop floor?! THAT’S OLD JUNK!?”
Finnrick gave a casual shrug “Elves are weird. Andor don’t know shit about selling, all his money comes from his illegal business practices. That’s how he keeps the shop afloat.”
“I see” Caitlyn spoke, her bluish grays sparkling with mischievous intent “If those records disappeared, his shop sinks and he has to run back home to daddy.”
“And out of the city” Finnrick finished with a smile “And those records are pretty valuable to loads of people. Easier to fence and less messy to explain than a long lost Greek vase showing up in someone’s private collection. You’d get good prices for those hoard locations alone. Better than trying to carry tons of stolen and lost treasure back to your house.”
Caitlyn eyed Finnrick carefully “And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart? Trying to do your ‘civic’ duty to our fair city?”
“Among other things” Finnrick admitted “But mostly for the greater good.”
“Pfft, greater good? Yeah sure buddy. Like you know what’s the greater good.”
“Will you do it?”
Caitlyn paused, allowing all this information sink in. It was much better than she had planned and while she wasn’t sure of Finnrick’s angle, he seemed honest enough. Of course everyone seems honest enough the first time you meet them.
“Let’s say I do” she spoke, placing her hands on her hips to play the part “What’s in it for you?”
“A favor” He replied simply.
She rose a curious eyebrow “A favor? It’s not date with me, is it?”
“No, I plan to earn that one myself.” Finnrick answered cheerfully.
Caitlyn coughed “Fine, good. Not a date. Least you’re not a creep. But a favor is pretty vague.”
“It’ll be simple I promise.”
Caitlyn narrowed her gaze suspiciously “You promise?”
Finnrick put his hand over his heart again “Cross my heart.”
Caitlyn took a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.
Caitlyn offered her hand towards the trench coat cosplayer “You got yourself a deal.”
He gently took her hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. She was surprised when, as he pulled back, she felt a strange metallic item left behind.
She looked at the crystal butterfly hair clip he placed in her hand: It was a beautiful with sliver hues and multi-colored shards of glass across its wings.
“What’s this?”
“A gift.”
Caitlyn felt uneasy with the ornament in her palm: It felt cold and distant like it was feeling her out and wasn’t liking what it found.
“It’s attuning to you.” Finnrick explained “It’s syncing up to your whole aura.”
“Aura?” Caitlyn shot him a glare of disbelief “This isn’t one of those new age hippie things is it?”
Finnrick shook his head “It’s a magical item. Yours specifically. Everything alive has a deep and very convoluted to explain connection to this plane. The hairclip is trying to match yours so you and only you can use it.”
“It feels wrong.”
“Because it doesn’t know you yet. It will.”
Caitlyn felt unease about whatever this was. Part of her wanted to toss it as far as she could. The worst part was she felt the item probing at her, changing temperatures as if trying find a comfortable setting for both of them. Burning one moment and too cold the next. This was magic and it made her felt like she knew nothing.
But part of her felt it slowly and subtly trying to match her, focusing on her and on her place in the universe. It felt more natural each passing moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious what mister detective over here was letting her borrow.
Caitlyn blew a strand of hair out of her face “How long does this usually take?”
“An hour.” Finnrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone “Oh shoot I have a meeting to get to.”
He turned to leave and suddenly Caitlyn felt alone. Awkward just standing in the street without someone to talk to.
“Wait!” She reached for him but quickly pulled back when he faced her “….any advice?”
Finnrick scratched his chin for a moment “Red tiles. Avoid them or they’ll blast you off the roof.”
“G-gotcha.” Caitlyn didn’t want to know what blast off the roof was code for “A-and the hairclip? What’s it do?”
Finnrick gave a cheeky grin and Caitlyn could feel her face flush “I guess you’ll have to find out angel. Bye for now. May we meet again soon.”
And like that, he was off. Strolling down the straight with a bounce in his step and humming a tune.
Caitlyn glanced at the ornate hairclip in her hand.
Turns out there was a lot more to this magical world than she thought.
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When I was eleven years old, every girl in my class got weighed and had their height taken. The boys did too, of course, but at the time it was only the girls that I worried about. We were all put in a line. Behind the backs of our teachers, we whispered what the scale had told us.
“I’m 93 pounds.”
“Oh really? Well I’m 95. But I’m taller!”
“91 pounds.” This whisper came from the second shortest girl of our class — I was the shortest — and everyone seemed shocked.
“No WAY! You’re like, 80 pounds!”
“Nope, it’s 91. I even took off my shoes.”
“What about you, Kristina?”
I hesitated. I knew, even at that young age, that the lower the number, the better. I wrapped my arms around my suddenly-bloated stomach and smiled.
“92.” That was a lie. It was an outright, bold-faced, lie. But they believed it. I looked at my little paper, safely folded. I had already memorized what it said.
Height: 4 feet 9 inches. Weight: 100 pounds.
That’s when it clicked. The coaches had been saying this all along! To be healthy, I had to eat less and exercise more. I was not healthy if I was fat. I could not, under any circumstances, eat ice cream or cake or cookies or those Indian sweets my dad loved to bring home. Nothing with sugar, nothing that tasted good. One Hundred Pounds. I didn’t know anything else in the world that weighed One Hundred Pounds. Suddenly, I was too much. I didn’t feel qualified to play at recess or buy hot cheetos at the elementary school black market.
So that day at lunch I only ate vegetables. But then the coaches said that school lunches were healthy, so I started eating all of my lunch except for the milk. I started skipping breakfast. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I didn’t do it consciously until that summer, when school lunches were no longer available.
The previous summer, I had lunched on ravioli or canned spaghetti or cookies and a fudge Popsicle. But that summer before middle school I discovered the wonders of the toasted peanut butter sandwich. I found — or convinced myself — that one quarter of the sandwich without crust filled me up for hours. So when we were left alone for breakfast and lunch, I usually had half a sandwich and a small serving of whatever my mother cooked for dinner.
This continued for the whole summer, and I more or less left myself alone when it came to food. At the time, I was strong. I was not fast, and I could not run for any long period of time. But I could do push-ups and the flexed arm-hang with the best of them. I realize now that it may have been the muscles, not fat, that made me 100 pounds in sixth grade.
I only put aside my eating rules around Christmas, when our house had turned into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. It wasn’t until I was thirteen, somewhere in middle school, that I faced the scale again.
Before I continue, I must state that scales, at any given stage in my life, have been both my best friends and worst enemies. Even now, in the midst of recovery, I can’t resist stepping on the scale and praying that it’s not too high.
Anyway, I stepped on the scale that my sister had in our bathroom purely out of curiosity. I remembered my mother saying something about it being six pounds off, and stepped on. 128. Plus six? 134. I didn’t realize I was supposed to take away six, but by then it was too late. No matter what scale I stepped on, my plus-six rule would apply. One-Thirty-Four. Much too much.
My peers frowned upon anorexia. I only had about three or four friends throughout middle school, and they all thought starving yourself was stupid. So I kept it a secret. I would go to the bathroom after lunch and stick a pencil down my throat until I threw up. There were a couple of instances when I overdosed aspirin so I wouldn’t be able to eat anything without throwing up.
Overdosing became a hobby of mine. Whenever we had to go to a pizza place or have parties that required eating, but didn’t have an opportunity for me to barf, I would only slightly overdose on pills so I could get a nice little buzz in my head and be “out of it” enough to not care if I ate or not.
My parents, of course, could not know. They knew, eventually, of the running away and the cutting. They knew of the acting out and the overdoses. But they never knew why. That was my cherished little secret. It was so secret, that even I didn’t know why. I just had to do it. My behaviors were completely normal to me. Even the odder behaviors, like pretending to cast spells on people I didn't like until the 8th grade class decided to collectively follow me around singing ‘this little light of mine’.
Flash forward to high school. I was no longer the witch or the crazy girl. I was normal. At the very least, I was anonymous. I started inching back to starving myself and restricting my calories, but I did it a bit more publicly. My friends, to my surprise, were concerned about my actions rather than hostile. That year, cutting was also deemed ‘Not Cool’ because I was in theater and the Stage Rats were not allowed to alter their bodies in any way without the director’s permission.
So I stopped eating and made new friends. “John” was one of these friends, and I became very close to him. He became, and remains, a brother to me. One time, he was giving me a piggy-back ride (one of those epic ones where he would karate fight as I clung to his back) and he said “This is what I’d look like if I was 90 pounds heavier.” I looked at the shadow on the ground to see a huge, bloated figure. Somehow, I took offense.
“Great. So I’m fat?”
“What? No! I said I would look fat. Not you. I was joking.”
I laughed. “Of course… So was I, silly.”
There was another time when he pulled me into the cafeteria and sat me down in a chair. As my heart raced at the thought of food, he sat down.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t have money.”
“Then I’ll pay. What do you want to eat?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m not hungry.”
“Fine, I’ll pick for you. Stay here.” I suppose I could have run out of there and hid until the bell rang. But I stayed. I trusted my adopted brother. He brought back a ham and cheese sandwich, I believe. I stared at it.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you that.”
“No, it’s fine…” My voice trailed off as I calculated the calories in the sandwich.
“Kristina, what do you see in the mirror?”
“I don’t look in mirrors.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I see…” I tried to think up the biggest thing possible. “…A whale.”
He sighed. “You’re not a whale. You’re just fine the way you are.”
Regardless, I ate only half the sandwich, without the crusts. Later I joined the physical training team with my ROTC class. “Sergeant” encouraged us — especially when the military ball came around.
“Come on girls, you want to fit into your dresses, don’t you?” I did crunches until my muscles malfunctioned. I ran the mile as fast as I could until I wasn’t able to breathe and was in danger of passing out. But I loved it. I continued to exercise at home and watched my stomach getting smaller and smaller.
In October, I changed schools. The new school had an ROTC class, but not a PT team. I panicked. I started eating less, as moving left me too busy to exercise and too supervised to vomit.
Before the Big Move, I was the lead actress in a play. It was my grand exit. Through theater I learned to be assertive and I perfected my lies. I took in nothing but energy drinks and diet coke. There was the occasional celery stick or apple, but that was rare. Of course, I couldn’t get out of dinner with my parents. But late rehearsals meant no one was there to watch me only take half a serving. I drenched everything I ate in hot salsa, chili powder, or habanero sauce. The spiciness would raise my metabolism.
When the play ended and my character died, I sulked. I had become too integrated with my character, Sophia, who was older and prettier and happier than I was. When the curtains closed for the last time, Sophia died and I returned to my depressed state.
I became a workaholic. I lived on coffee, diet coke, energy drinks, and diet pills. I didn’t sleep much, preferring to work out or work on homework. Commander and Gunny (from the ROTC class) noticed it. They appreciated my intelligence, but said over and over that I should sleep. And I did. I slept in Spanish class and on the bus. To this day, I’m living in El Paso and not able to speak Spanish.
By the end of that year, I burned out. I had stress attacks, which are very much like panic attacks, only more manic/productive. I had to be better than everyone. I had to be smarter, thinner, happier, more talented, and more commanding. I had to be impressive. Extraordinary. That summer, I quit. I still took my open course psychology classes from Yale, but I wasn’t stressing over it every minute of the day. Without my work to distract me, I had more time to devote to my eating disorder, which was to be in full bloom around the start of the next school year.
In September, my father took one of his business trips. With only one parent to deal with, I stopped eating completely. I didn’t take in vegetables or fruits or metabolism boosters. I drank water and did yoga. This lasted about nine days, until my father got back home.
That night, we cooked chicken curry. Made from all raw ingredients, nothing processed, and minimal oil. It was very healthy in small portions. But I couldn’t eat it. I stayed silent throughout the cooking process and pretended to be asleep when it was done cooking.
When my sister came up to get me, I told her I wasn’t feeling well.
“Do you need anything?”
“I need my medicine.”
“Which medicine?”
“The one that makes me happy.”
I had been taking antidepressants for a while. The panic I was feeling must have shown, but my mother wouldn’t have it.
“No sympathy. You need to eat.”
“I don’t feel well!”
“Then I’ll take you to the doctor. Do you need that? I’ll call your therapist. Hmm?”
“I don’t need them.”
“Then eat.”
“No.” It was the first time I had ever stood up to my mother, ever been anything but submissive. I sat at the table with a glass of water, still crying, and sat there. My sister and father were sympathetic, but I knew there was no way I could skip out of eating the next day. But I was so proud; I had lost 12 pounds that week. Eating would ruin it all.
And it did. A week after I started eating again (apples and celery were as far as I would go); I had my first Binge Attack. I ate and ate and ate. I ate everything I could get my hands on, plus two sodas, and I ran upstairs through the empty house and stuck my fingers far down my throat until nothing but acid came out. Then I chugged water and purged again, just in case.
This is where Bulimia made its triumphant return. I stayed away from food when I could, but when I had to eat anything more than my precious cut up apples or fresh celery or diet coke, I would purge. This continued on, with the diet pills and my mother finding the diet pills and me just buying more and my sister asking if I had a “problem” and the lies, lies, lies. I had control. At least, I thought I did.
I came to school one day and everyone just stared at me. The room went silent. I was working away, having isolated myself by that point so that I was friendly with everyone, but didn’t really talk to anyone.
“Aziz,” Commander called, “You’ve lost too much weight. You need to cut the crap and eat something.” Even I was silent. I translated this into “it’s working”. You’re getting thinner. You’re on your way! I was about 108 pounds. The size of my eleven year old sister. After the silent spell, I laughed.
“Oh sure, Commander. Don’t worry; I’ve got it under control.” I was wearing my little sister’s shirt. My jeans were falling off. I had to poke new holes in my belt to keep them up. At night, if I lay down the right way, I could feel my ribs and my hip bones jutted out. I couldn’t stop feeling them. Later, when I was stressed, I would walk with my hands on my hip bones, thinking at least I’m thinner than before.
But it all went to hell the next year. I was binging and purging more often and thus, gaining more weight. I hated my body for rebelling, and I hated myself for being weak. I was back up to 120 pounds. So I collected every kind of medicine I could find and took most of it, about 100 out of 250 or so, and walked out into the desert until I fell.
I was still conscious, but I couldn’t get up. I realized what was happening. In a panic, I texted Gunny. “In desert. Need help.” I dropped my phone. I wasn’t able to work with it again, only concentrating my efforts to grabbing more pills and swallowing them, 3, 4, or five at a time. By the time I heard the search and rescue helicopter, I had become unconscious. I’ll spare you the details, but they pumped my stomach and sent me to the psych ward.
The University of Behavioral Health for Mental Disorders and Chemical Dependency - UBH, for short. I spent 29 days there, when the average was 8 to 10 days, and had fights over my potassium levels and why was I hiding food and how was I still purging and “you’re gonna die if you don’t eat something.”
“Well,” I’d quietly reply, “I know that.” In two weeks I had lost another seven pounds. I didn’t understand why they were all shocked. “That’s only half a pound a day. It’s not a lot.” They’d throw their arms up, exasperated. At the family sessions, they’d state “We’re not equipped for this. We can’t make her eat.” I repeated that over and over in my head until I only ate when I had a bunch of junk food that I could binge and purge up.
My roommate, “Laurie”, was anorexic and didn’t mind me purging. She knew me better than everyone else. When everyone was applauding me for eating, she’d sigh and say “That’s not a good thing!” Because of course I was going to purge it up.
Or when I was smiling after coming out of the bathroom or acting drunk because I was so incredibly light-headed and oh-look-I’m-flying-hello-everyone-I’m-happy-today, she would shake her head behind the backs of the doctors who thought I was improving.
On her last day, because naturally she came in after me but left before me, I made her a promise.
“I’m going to eat everything you eat for breakfast, and I’m not going to purge it.” I knew, by that time, that my body would automatically try to throw up anyway, but I meant it. We had a banana, a 90 calorie cereal box, and a donut. I made it through the banana and half the cereal before I stressed out.
“This is hard.” I laughed.
“You don’t have to eat it all. Don’t push yourself.”
I took a deep breath. The nurses, Laurie, and all the other patients were watching me.
“No,” I answered shakily, “I can do it.” I ate the rest of the cereal and half of the donut before I quit. It took everything I had to not purge it up. But that was the starting point of my recovery.
My heart was hurting, skipping, and arrhythmic. My esophagus was torn, acidic, and tired. There were nicks in my hands from purging and dirty washcloths from wiping my mouth. I couldn’t climb stairs or walk down the hall. I hated my eating disorder. So, while consciously I stayed with it, I unconsciously began eating.
I’d start with what I felt was a “binge” at lunch. The unit director had to point out that what I thought was a binge was really a portion-controlled, normal lunch. Still, I didn’t eat dinner. But it was a start.
This doesn’t mark the happily ever after. Instead, this marks the point where I worked hard and long to become normal again. Three years later, here I am. I still struggle with my disordered thoughts sometimes, but I work through them. I’m happier, healthier, more active, and I know now how precious life is. As corny as that sounds, I know I will never cut myself again or purge. The starving and binging takes a little longer. But with therapy, I can work through it.
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I have to save myself.... Cole Sprouse imagine.
A/N: So I’ve been feeling down about my situation lately and since I’ve had so many feels about my baby Cole Sprouse, I thought about how I wanted to hear his voice and make all this shit go away. this is my first every imagine, so please be gentle and I hope someone reads it and it somehow puts you at ease if you’re going through the same thing. Cole is visiting for a while, while he’s on break from filming the show.
MASTERLIST
P.S. This is about a YouTuber Precious Galvan
It was such busy day at work, Me-N-Ed’s Victory Grill a restaurant in the city where I live (Fresno, Ca). I’ve been working there for almost a year and I still haven’t moved up into becoming a server yet, even though they promised me two months back
Now I know I can’t complain because this is the longest that I’ve held a job and I love almost everybody here and had become a real family which is what I’ve come to love about this place.
“So, how’s my little Precious on this busy night.” my boyfriend Cole surprised me.
“OMG, baby!! When did you get into town? I’ve missed you so much!” I exclaim as I jump into his arms.
“Like five minutes ago, I called here to make sure you were here or not. So I quickly hung up as you said your name.” He answers, as he tries to kiss me.
“Hey, Precious stop kissing your super hot actor and get back to work.” My manager Jose says half-serious.
“okay,” I say as Cole slowly releases me from his grip. “Just one today Sir,” I say to my beautiful boyfriend and turn to my manger smirking. “I’ll put him in VIP so there won’t be any commotion.”
“Fine,” Jose rolls his eyes. Chuckling at us before going off somewhere in the restaurant. Cole just chuckles and puts his arm around my waist. I seat him in VIP which is a small little glass room .
As I set down the menu and close the door behind him, he takes a seat and looks at me ,”Well I’ll just let Aleeya know that she’ll take your order ,K.” I say hugging his head on my chest. “I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve missed you.” I say thanking God that the curtains are closed from the previous guests.
“Me too,” is all he says before kissing me softly.
As the night goes on , I can see that the curtain in VIP has been moved so that Cole is looking at me, which makes me giggle as he does one of his stupid ass faces.
“Hey, Mike I just sat that 8 at table 44, they’re ready for you.” I say looking at my co-worker.
“Can you get started on their drinks for me, I’m barely getting to my 63 girlie, please.” he says as he walks to table 63.
“Sure, like every other table, I got you.” I say as I make my way to 44 greeting and asking for their drinks.
After I’m done handing out the drinks I let them know that Mike will be here shortly to take their order.
As I see the order for one of the big parties is out I offer my help, which Dern, one of the servers, gladly accepts. We take out their wing platters, salads, burgers, sandwiches, and finally three large pizzas.
Then I help Matty buss some tables, since we have a couple of small parties waiting to be seated. As soon as I’m done seating people with the help of my other co-host Marissa, Jose walks up to me and tells me I have to take a 30 since I will be closing tonight. I’m a little relieved because I am hungry and realize Cole is still here. I quickly clock out. (this is literally what goes down at a regular day at work as a host)
As I walk through the door to VIP, Cole is already meeting me with open arms. I set my drink down and in some weird coincidence as if it was supposed to happen , Aleeya walks in with a plate of a beautiful BBQ chicken sandwich cut in half with fries and some ranch. “Made with Love,” she says as sets it down in between us two and leaves us alone, closing the door behind her.
“Thank you so much, I love you.” I say while thrashing into my half, he just laughs at how I'm acting like a starving animal.
“No problem I know how hard you’re working today,” he says biting into his own half. “Like you do everyday.” He stares at me.
“Cole, I know you don’t like how they treat me professional-wise, hell I don’t either, but it’s my job and it’ll have to do for now.” I say right before taking a sip of my raspberry tea.
“I just don't get how they can treat you like you’re the most hard working person here, but they still wont move you to a server. And I'm not the only one who thinks you deserve the position.” he says protectively. I know that he’s right.
“look this is only temporally until I've saved enough money to move to LA, remember. And plus my YouTube channel is kinda taking off right now.” I say pleading he’ll drop the subject. But knowing Cole he wont.
“Yeah now your up to 300 subscribers, Yay.” He says sarcastically. Which he changes as he sees the hurt in my eyes. “I didn’t mean that. I just- I just don’t know why you wont let me help you out with that dream job of yours. We can move you into my place no rent needed.” he says hopefully.
“Cole Mitchell Sprouse, when have you ever known me to just take hand-me-downs. I love how protective you are of me and want to do everything in your power to save me, but you have to understand that I don’t come from a world where everything is right there. I'm starting from the bottom here and I just want to say one day I got there because I earned it, just like you did. I love you but just, just let me do this for me.” I say as I get up. “I’ll see you after I close okay. Thank you and I love you.” I say as I kiss him bye before getting back to work.
We both are now in my dark room, lying down in my bed; me tired from work, him tired from the drive from LA to Fresno. As he sits up staring at me into my eyes as I'm lying on my back staring back at him.
“You know I didn’t think of how you felt about this. I didn’t mean for you to sound like a charity case, you know that.,” he says slightly stoking my cheek, then moving his hand back to my waist.. “It’s jus I know how hard you work there, but I also know that you’d be one of the best actresses I will ever know and love. I just wish the universe felt the same way right now.” He says right before he kisses your forehead.
You sigh know exactly what he meant. “I know that. I love you for just being my cheerleader when needed. And you know I’ll always be your cheerleader when you need me to be. It’s just that my time to become everything I’ve always wanted is still a long way ahead of me then it was for you.” you say sadly smiling. He nods knowing you are right. “Oh and it wasn’t 300 subscribers, it’s 378!” I say matter of fact. We both chuckle lightly tiredly.
“Well since you do have the day off tomorrow, I would love it if you were actually my personal cheerleader and pull out that cheer outfit from your high school days.” he says stupidly.
“We’ll see about that.” I say as he leans down to have a quick little kissing scene, before he shifts himself back onto my bed, pulling my into the spooning position, and pulling the duvet on top of us. Me smiling because I know damn well I will be in that cheer outfit he loves so much, because I missed everything about him, especially him inside of me.
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"Wait, these are hella cute questions"(do them all)
((whoms’tvem sent this???))“Fantastic now that others are learning about me....”
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?... had to think a bit but I believe my close boy Ji
2. Are you outgoing or shy?Too outgoing but I will be shy once I realize3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?My pet rabbit4. Are you easy to get along with?Kind of? most people view me as intimidating5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I fucking hope so, but I have a strong feeling he would get drunk too6. What kind of people are you attracted to?I don’t have a specific type, but I am into the gentle souls7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?Not really.. if I do its going to be open8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?... The girl from the bakery down my street9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?No.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?my dearest Ji?11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?you can choke on my dick for all I care, I want my money now12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Billie Eilish - When the partys overBillie Eilish - IdontwannabeyouanymoreTodrick Hall - No place like homeIndila - Derniere DanseIndila - Tourner dans la vide13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Kind of?14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?No.15. What good thing happened this summer?I got laid16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Yes17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Perhaps, thats 2am talk18. Do you still talk to your first crush?.... No I hate him ... despise is better
19. Do you like bubble baths?Yes
20. Do you like your neighbors?I am never home but they are respectful, sure21. What are you bad habits?Smoking, drinking, cracking my knuckles, fighting22. Where would you like to travel?Paris23. Do you have trust issues?Yes24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Making coffee and looking out my apartment window as the sun rises25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My freckles, cheeks... I always have makeup on.. second hated is my hair, i perm is straight26. What do you do when you wake up?Do some yoga to get active then a swim, then have a quick breakfast and shower before work27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?neither I like my tanned skin28. Who are you most comfortable around?Ji again29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?I wish he was on his knees now begging30. Do you ever want to get married?not really.. im not marriage material31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?It used to be! I had it out to waist length now I cut it into a messy beach wave bob thingy... but i guess a teeny tiny ponytail works32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?The rock, Chris evans, Chris hemsworth. anyone know them? tell them to hmu, I am ready to be cucked33. Spell your name with your chin.asxdiunb Z ...perfect assdumbz34. Do you play sports? What sports?I play volleyball recreational and sometimes archery 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?Without tv36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?No.. I am straight forward with my feelings37. What do you say during awkward silences?Nothing, I will sleep 38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Dream girl.. she should have this heart of gold, a smile that just makes the sunrise like shit, a warmth to her that autumn spices cannot provide.. Dream guy... same thing.. preferably older than me, so like 35-40s? I am already 3139. What are your favorite stores to shop in?Brand names? dunno, depends, usually bargain stores are fantastic40. What do you want to do after high school?I am done high school. I had dreams to work as a nurse or marine biologist, but I ended up getting a degree to become a jeweler 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?3 chances, one time is a mistake, the second is a learning progress, the third one if you fucked up then you are an imbecile 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?Over thinking or being over analytical, usually if its after an argument its a seal that I am no longer friends/family with you at that exact moment, forgiveness is not given.43. Do you smile at strangers?sometimes44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Bottom of the ocean45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?The fact that there is food in this world I have not tasted46. What are you paranoid about?Nothing really47. Have you ever been high?yes48. Have you ever been drunk?yes49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Now if i elaborated on that everyone can figure it out, can’t fool me today!50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Pink51. Ever wished you were someone else?All the time52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?I wish I was just born in a different family and was just a better child53. Favourite makeup brand?Mac? Dior? not sure54. Favourite store?Not sure55. Favourite blog?Design for Mankind, the author writes good essays and works56. Favourite colour?Neutrals57. Favourite food? Melomakarona Its a Greek sweet more than a meal 58. Last thing you ate?Stifado - Again a Greek dish, which is a stew of meat , herbs, tomato and onions59. First thing you ate this morning?Cereal, Cheerios60. Ever won a competition? For what?No61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Funny story, in my design class some girl pissed me off and so I sewed her sleeves to the fabric she was working on
62. Been arrested? For what?Killing63. Ever been in love? Sure64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?Stupid as I was I thought it was love and so it felt like it would be as a fairytale to every 12 year old girl.. I hate it now65. Are you hungry right now?STARVING66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?The hell is tumblr?67. Facebook or Twitter?Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr?Twitter69. Are you watching tv right now?no70. Names of your bestfriends? I don’t have any, ever since immigrating to asia I never bothered much and those that i am close with are horrible influences i chose to stick by71. Craving something? What?Dick Yogurt, maybe some rice and baked beans72. What colour are your towels?Dark grey72. How many pillows do you sleep with?6?73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?No74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?None75. Favourite animal?Penguin76. What colour is your underwear?Right now? Black77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate.. especially dark chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Chocolate chip mint.. you hate it? well then you are a fucking tool79. What colour shirt are you wearing?A beige sweater/hoodie80. What colour pants?Black leather skinnies81. Favourite tv show?Taboo82. Favourite movie?Mad Max83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?Mean girls 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Mrs. George86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Dory87. First person you talked to today?Ji88. Last person you talked to today?Probably Ji as well89. Name a person you hate?My first ex90. Name a person you love?Myself91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?My ex, and my filthy clients92. In a fight with someone?Not at the moment93. How many sweatpants do you have?20 pairs94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?20 pairs95. Last movie you watched?Venom, it wasn’t bad96. Favourite actress?Audrey Hepburn97. Favourite actor?Jason Statham98. Do you tan a lot?Yes, naturally i am already tan so i just go darker99. Have any pets?A black rabbit with otter fur (meaning the fur looks like velvet)100. How are you feeling?Hungry, horny, sleepy and shit.. so just peachy101. Do you type fast?yes but i am lazy to send102. Do you regret anything from your past?Running away from home which was in Greece to come to Korea and live with an aunt and now going no where by dating old as fuck geezers for high income money103. Can you spell well?yes104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Not really105. Ever been to a bonfire party?Yes106. Ever broken someone’s heart?yes107. Have you ever been on a horse?yes108. What should you be doing?working but I am here with this long ass interview109. Is something irritating you right now?not really110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Yes111. Do you have trust issues?yes112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?No one sees me cry113. What was your childhood nickname?Ada, DiDi114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?No116. Are you listening to music right now?yes117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?YES118. Do you like Chinese food?Yes and not the noodle but literally everything119. Favourite book?House of leaves120. Are you afraid of the dark?
No121. Are you mean?Sometimes122. Is cheating ever okay?NO NEVER123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Yes124. Do you believe in love at first sight?No125. Do you believe in true love?I am very iffy on this one126. Are you currently bored?yes127. What makes you happy?sweets and snacks128. Would you change your name?I would to maybe Adonis or Basil129. What your zodiac sign?Leo130. Do you like subway?I dont like sandwiches too much131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Probably nothing, tell them that the feeling isn’t mutual respectfully132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Ji133. Favourite lyrics right now?“If I love you was a promise, would you break it if you’re honest?”134. Can you count to one million?yes but why?135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I dont really remember136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?closed
137. How tall are you?177 cm138. Curly or Straight hair?I like straight hair on myself139. Brunette or Blonde?Doesn’t matter140. Summer or Winter?winter141. Night or Day?night142. Favourite month?October143. Are you a vegetarian?no144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?doesnt matter but dark is preferred145. Tea or Coffee?both146. Was today a good day?has not ended but its boring147. Mars or Snickers?Snickers148. What’s your favourite quote?“Find a way to smile and never let it go”149. Do you believe in ghosts?No150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? House of leaves‘Spreta latet silvis pudibundaque frondibus ora protegit et solis ex illo vivit in antris;’ (not the full thing)
‘So she was turned away, to hide her face, her lips, her guilt among the trees;’
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