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ok ok ok hear me out
so theres the japanese thing of the three wise monkeys
"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"
the monkeys in the picture arent in the right order but you get the point
See, Hear, Speak.
We have the Watchers, symbolized by the Evo Rectangle and Eyes, associated with purple. very well known amongst fans of the life series, hermitcraft, and many other mcyt smps. Probably the most famous Watcher is Grian
The watchers originated as a metaphor for us, the viewers. They mostly stand aside and watch, not too intrinsically linked too/involved in The Plot, but still important to the Story.
We have the Listeners, symbolized by that Weird e Thing and Ears, associated with yellow. lesser known, many people know of them, not about them. The most famous (because hes like the only one) Listener is Martyn.
Also kind of on the outside, they Listen (you dont say).
My theory, is that there is a Secret Third Thing™. The Speakers (for lack of a better term. They would probably be symbolized by mouths & the color pink because of course they would.
I think the Speakers wouldn't be passive, like the Watchers & Listeners seem to be (especially with words like Watch & Listen, the being committing those actions can do so silently, without moving, without involvement. Speakers, well, they speak. They add to the story, they move the plot along. What they say is important and shapes the story. They may have the same eldritch eldritchness of the Watchers and Listeners, but being more part of the story has it's consequences. They are closer to the average player, but still Above/Other.
I theorize that jimmy is a Speaker (again please help me come up with something better). He has had a few iconic (and underappreciated) lines that are very story line. Him telling off the Red King? badass. Him running off with martyns life from the southlanders, literally announcing his plan as he runs? foolish and triggered the downfall/breakup of the southlands. literally all the times he swore he wouldn't be out first, especially in double life? funny and heartbreaking. Besides, aren't canaries known for their singing?
now you might be thinking, but what about the Secret Fourth Monkey? Do no evil? I think those are just the average player. Everyone in the smp is Doing things.
I'd love to hear everyones thoughts & opinions on this theory/headcannon, or if yall have anything to add :)
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to the moon & back
jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader
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y/n.hughes: philly 🧡🧡
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userone: THE TYING OF THE SHOES
usertwo: how many pics does y/n have of jamie tying her shoe 😭
lhughes_06: so you’d rather go & visit your bf instead of your brothers when offered 🤨🤨
y/n.hughes: this was already planned luke
lhughes_06: you were JUST in philly!
jackhughes: give her a break lukey, she’s having withdrawals
y/n.hughes: AM NOT
jackhughes: ARE TOO
trevorzegras: i would’ve never thought i’d ever say this but i miss you & jimbo’s lovey dovey grossness 😪
y/n.hughes: awww trev, you do have a heart 😊
trevorzegras: i take it back
jamie.drysdale: no take backs bud
cam.york: like this if jamie & y/n are the cutest couple that’s blessed your feed
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userthree: my comfort couple fr
philadelphiaflyers: we always love having you y/n! feel free to come over whenever (please, jamie does not shut up about you)! 🧡🧡
userfour: admin begging y/n to come over whenever she can so jamie can stop talking and complaining about missing her 😭😭
jamie.drysdale: i love you so much baby 💓💓
mfrost16: everyone say thank you y/n for making jamie no longer mopey & sad (he literally never shuts up about you)
cam.york: thank you y/n!
foerster.71: thanks y/n!
joelfarabee: please stay forever. he always manages to bring you into topics of conversations somehow & i am TIRED of hearing how y/n’s favorite color is green & how everything reminds him of you 😭🙏
lhughes_06: sounds like your man’s a simp for you y/n.hughes
y/n.hughes: as he should 😙
jamie.drysdale: 🧍🏻🧎🏻♀️❤️ y/n.hughes
y/n.hughes: idk what that means but same baby <3
trevorzegras: i don’t think i want to know
userfive: jamie & y/n >>>> everyone
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y/n.hughes: lover scored his first flyers goal tonight & i couldn’t be more proud 🧡🧡 here’s to many more goals to come my love 💓 (no seriously im so proud of you baby & everything you do fills me with immense pride i love you so much)
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userone: im so glad that y/n was there to witness jamie’s first flyers goal! what a special moment <3
trevorzegras: congrats bud!! miss you lots & am so happy to see philly treating you well
y/n.hughes: jamie audibly sniffled right next to me & said that he missed you
jamie.drysdale: did not
y/n.hughes: did too. it’s okay to miss your best friend jams
trevorzegras: don’t go exposing my boy like that y/n (i miss you too jamie)
usertwo: the way he looks at her in the last picture
userthree: you should’ve seen his celly! he blew a kiss to her & skated to where she was seated & pointed to her too! it was so cute!
usertwo: love love
jamie.drysdale: words are not enough to describe the way i feel about you. you mean the world to me & i am so happy to have you by my side through it all 💓💓
y/n.hughes: i love you to the moon and back jimmy <33
jackhughes: damn didn’t know my sister was a simp
y/n.hughes: basic support for my bf is not being a simp jack. get your priorities in check fr 🙄
_quinnhughes: ❗️❗️YOU TELL HIM SIS❗️❗️
lhughes_06: purr. slay. period. you ended him girl
jackhughes: i –
userfour: these two never fail to make my entire heart melt 😭 i wish one day to have a love like theirs
y/n.hughes: and you will my love! when the time is right 🤍
userfive: i feel like their love story should def be written into a tswift song
philadelphiaflyers: congrats on your first flyers goal jaime! to many more!
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jamie.drysdale: to my sweet girl, thank you so much for always being there for me and never failing to cheer me up. your support means the world to me and i’m so happy to call you my number one cheerleader. you have carved such a special place in my life that i cannot imagine you not in it. you mean everything to me and more 💓💓
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userone: HE TIES HER SKATES TOO 😫😫
trevorzegras: MAJOR SIMP ALERT 🚨
usertwo: THEY NEED TO GET MARRIED LIKE RN
yourbestie: FR THATS WHAT IM SAYIN
jackhughes: he’s basically my brother-in-law already
lhughes_06: they act like such a married couple anyway. they don’t need to get married to prove that fact lmao
y/n.hughes: tears are in my eyes rn 😭 i love you with my entire being jamie i do not think i can imagine anyone else but you in my life either 🤍💓
trevorzegras: also, i better be the best man or i will riot
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Joey B Imagines: I Can’t Help Myself*
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Summary: While Joe’s away doing foundation stuff, there's an overwhelming amount of photos of him popping up on Twitter and Instagram. All of them had you patiently waiting for your fiance's arrival home.
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagines Universe: Just the Two of Us
A/N: Apron and shirtless Joe have me feral, had to speed-write this.
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March 3rd, 2024
It all started with an innocent text from my bestie.
Attachment: 1 Image… Tumblr is going crazy over this right now!
At that moment, I shook my head with a laugh at my best friend's text. She was on Tumblr to keep up with her celebrity crushes, but one day, she jokingly looked my fiance's name up. She would never give me details about what was on the ‘tag’, but she'd now and then tell me what was up with Joe Burrow Tumblr.
Joe had left the house earlier today for a foundation event at a soup kitchen here in Cincy. Robin and Jimmy, Joe’s parents, had come from Athens and were going with him.
By the looks of the picture my best friend sent, Joe wasn't having as bad of a time as he anticipated he would. This morning was full of endless grumbles before I eventually shoved Joe out of the door, but he was smiling in the picture as he poured some soup into a bowl.
He seriously looked adorable. The Guinness hat gives him an oddly innocent look, while the apron he's wearing adds to the cuteness factor.
I'm so buying that man an apron to wear when we're cooking. I thought to myself, giggling out loud.
After sending my bestie a quick response back, I pulled up Joe’s contact.
Nice apron, cutie. 😉
Naturally, It was a while later when Joe answered, but his response set butterflies off in my stomach.
Depending on the intentions behind the wink emoji, I could ask to bring one home if it works ya up.
Taking a few moments to calm down, I shot a nonchalant response back to Joe.
The hat too?
The hat too. I draw the line at the plastic gloves, though. I gotta feel you with no barriers, baby.
How this man can control every pulse point in my body with just his words will never fail to amaze me.
Shit, my mom was reading that beside me. 😬
JOSEPH LEE BURROW.
My stomach dropped at the thought of Robin reading her son practically dirty-talking to me. That's next-level embarrassment.
I'm joking, babe. See you later, with an apron and hat.
Omg, Joe! If I was with you right now, you'd get smacked in the back of the head. I love you, though. See ya later!
Love you too. 😘
This morning, Joe woke up ready to go. I'm not talking about being ready to go to the foundation event, I'm talking about sex.
Joe woke up most mornings wanting a quick romp to start the day, so it had slowly become a part of our daily routine.
It was a different story today, though.
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Still naked from the previous night’s lovemaking session, Joe had pulled me into him as our lips met. I'd just gotten close enough to grind on his erection when Joe’s phone rang on the nightstand.
“You should probably get that.” - you said between kisses
Joe groaned out of annoyance when he pulled away and grabbed his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID.
“Who is it?” - you stroked his chest
“My mom.” - Joe
“Why'd you roll your eyes then?” - you
He sighed and pulled me into his chest, moving his hips away, knowing any friction would make him lose control.
“She treats me like a little kid every time we have one of these foundation events.” - Joe
“You're her baby, Joe. She’s just looking out for you.” - you
Joe nodded with a sigh and accepted the call.
“Hey Mom, yeah I'm awake.” - Joe
His deep, raspy morning voice made my cheeks heat up, and I hid my blush in his chest.
“My shirt’s been ironed, yes. y/n ironed it and laid it out last night.” - Joe
The silence gave me the ability to hear what Robin was saying, and the words she said only made my heart flutter.
“You better have thanked her. Joe, I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have that woman by your side.” - Robin
“I'm very lucky, Mom. Wouldn't be who I am without her.” - Joe
“Make sure she knows that. I'll see you later, sweetie!” - Robin
“Bye, Mom.” - Joe
I cuddled closer to Joe, listening to him mumble a quick “Yes, I love you too” before hanging up.
“Wouldn't be where you are without me, huh sheisty?” - you laughed
“Shut it.” - Joe rolled his eyes
A few seconds of content silence passed before Joe cleared his throat and sat up.
“Okay, I'm like super horny right now, but I'm gonna push that away because I've been thinking about something.” - Joe
“What's that?” - you
“We still haven't told anybody that I proposed. I told you we could wait till we got back to Cincy, and we've been back for weeks. I'm trying to say that we need to tell our families soon.” - Joe
“Oh ok, that's fine. Whenever you want to, I'm down.” - you
“Actually? Just like that?” - Joe
I giggled and gently reached out to comb back the curls that had fallen over on Joe’s forehead.
“Yeah, just like that. It's been fun keeping it just between us, but I want nothing more than telling our family we’re gonna get married.” - you
“Can I also ask you about something else?” - Joe
“Mhm.” - you
Joe sighed and took a second to clear his thoughts.
“You okay?” - you
“Yeah… I'm just trying to pay attention, it's kinda hard to, you know…” - Joe
He flicked his head down toward the tented sheet covering his lap.
“Focus, babe.” - you laughed
“Okay, uhm… what if we got married earlier than this coming offseason?” - Joe
“What do you mean?” - you tilted your head to the side
“What if we got married at the courthouse, no one else there? Just you, me, and the judge. It could be as soon as next month or as late as a week before our actual ceremony.” - Joe
I let his idea sink in, thinking about how sweet his idea of getting married soon is.
“I’m listening.” - you smiled
“We won't do our big vows or even exchange rings yet, just the license saying we're married, and hopefully your name change.” - Joe grinned
“y/n Burrow.” - you
Joe grinned from ear to ear, a blush on his cheeks as he heard my first name paired with his last name.
“Always thought that sounded perfect. I remember thinking about it on the first day of college during roll call. I couldn't take my eyes off of you after our professor said your name, and I thought about your last name as Burrow.” - Joe
“You're adorable.” - you
“Thanks.” - Joe
A few seconds went by without either of us saying something, but Joe broke it with a sigh.
“Are we going to continue what we were doing before your mom called?” - you
“Sadly, I have to start getting ready. Waiting will make tonight even better, though.” - Joe winked
“How do you know I'll even want it later?” - you
“You will, baby. You always do.” - Joe
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Now, here I was, staring at a picture of my fiance pouring soup into a bowl.
Something about the moment just screamed husband.
Maybe it was the adorable apron. Or hat. Or plastic gloves.
Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. More of him. All of him.
My thoughts lingered to the most intimate moments with Joe. Catching myself before I got too worked up, I pulled up my phone to scroll through Instagram.
As soon as I did, though, my plan of a distraction was shot to hell.
Justin Hillard made a post of the Arizona trip the boys went on and one of the last slides showcased a sweaty, shirtless Joe.
“Where's Joe when you need him.” - you groaned
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What felt like hours later, I heard the garage door open signaling Joe was home.
A minute later, his tall frame was striding into the kitchen. I watched him look around for a second before his eyes landed on me.
A grin formed on his lips as he walked up to the couch. Joe dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in for a kiss.
When I went to pull away, Joe grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. After a few minutes of making out, Joe finally pulled away.
“Sorry, I really needed that.” - Joe sheepishly smiled
“It's alright, I did too.” - you smiled
“How was your day? I didn't leave you too bored, right?” - Joe
“My day was good, and no. I spent most of it obsessing over the new pics of you.” - you
“Felt like I never left then, huh?” - Joe
“Dead wrong. Staring at the pictures only made me miss you more.” - you
I watched as Joe teasingly licked his lips, never once breaking eye contact.
“Why's that?” - Joe
“Cut the shit, Joe. You know exactly why.” - you
“Because we didn't have sex this morning? That's why you missed me?” - Joe
“Well, that's not the only reason why. I naturally hate being away from you, but yes sex has something to do with it.” - you
Joe reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh, nestling his hand against my crotch.
“Wanna go upstairs then?.” - Joe
I nodded, and Joe was quick to stand up and pick me up bridal style.
Giggles flew from both of our lips as Joe hurried up the stairs to our bedroom.
Soon, Joe was laying me on the bed and crawling on top of me.
“I love you.” - you said between kisses
Joe smiled and returned the sentiment, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kissed.
“Listen let's just get straight to it. I've been looking forward to this all day.” - you
“You don't want the tongue & finger combo first?” - Joe
I laughed at his bluntness before nodding my head.
“I need you inside me.” - you
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” - Joe
Joe placed his lips back on mine and shifted his weight onto one arm, lifting the other hand to unzip his fly.
I helped him shed his pants off, but Joe took my hand away when I reached for his boxers. He sat back on his knees for a second to pull his shirt over his head, quickly returning to his position above me when he was done.
My arms were around his shoulder as Joe slowly dropped his hips to grind on me. Just seconds later he'd pull away to take my clothes off.
When we were both naked, Joe’s lust-filled eyes scanned over my body before reversing course and locking with mine.
“God, you're beautiful, baby.” - Joe
After Joe lined himself up to my entrance, he slowly pushed inside. Making sure I felt every inch of him.
“You feel so good.” - Joe groaned
“You too…” - you
“So hot and wet for me, baby.” - Joe
Joe didn't move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of my walls wrapped around his hard cock.
“Joey, move, please?” - you
I watched him nod before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Joe formed a path of kisses from my cheek to my lips.
Once he met my lips, Joe slipped out of me before slamming his cock back inside.
Both of us moaned loudly when his tip hit my cervix, my walls squeezing Joe’s thrusting cock as he set a rough pace.
“You feel insane.” - Joe moaned
“I've been dreaming about this… all day.” - you
A few minutes later, Joe and I were still locked together at mouth and crotch.
“I'm not gonna last much longer.” - Joe moaned
“Me… neither.” - you
Joe’s face contorted as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body. His cute nose scrunching as his eyes are clenched shut.
“Oh, fuck!” - Joe grunts
Seconds later, with a shaky hand, Joe reaches down to where we were connected and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His thrusts became uneven but never once unsatisfactory.
“Joey! I'm gonna cum!” - you moaned
It wasn't much longer after that when I fell over the edge, moaning Joe’s name through my climax.
Joe continued his thrusts before rushing to get as deep as he could.
His head fell back, and his mouth fell open. A moan and grunt of my name leaves his pretty pink lips as he cums.
After his orgasm, Joe fell forward and on top of me. Burying his face in my neck as he stayed inside me, fading out the experience.
I reached a hand up and cupped the back of Joe’s head, slowly running my fingers through his unruly curls. The comforting sounds of our mutual heavy breath and the ceiling fan created a soft moment.
“You really liked that apron, huh?” - Joe
“Yeah.” - you giggled
Joe stayed there for a bit, enjoying being cuddled before he eventually pulled out and hopped out of bed.
My eyes lingered on his perfectly plump butt as Joe walked into our bathroom, later returning with a washcloth to clean us both up.
He strode up to me as I stayed lying in the bed. Joe softly caressed my thighs while gently spreading my legs apart.
I hummed in contentment at the feel of the warm washcloth, and Joe only smiled at the sound.
After cleaning himself up too, Joe slipped on a pair of clean boxers.
“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? Panties too, maybe?” - Joe
“Just one of your shirts will be fine.” - you smiled
Joe nodded and disappeared into the closet. A few seconds later, he walked back in with one of his pregame shirts that was from a previous season.
“Lean up for me, baby.” - Joe
I did his bidding and Joe slipped the top over my head, making sure my arms went through the sleeves.
“Comfy?” - Joe
He walked around the bed and climbed into his side.
“Very, and it smells like you.” - you grinned
“I hope that's a good thing.” - Joe laughed
“It's a very good thing, you smell delicious.” - you
Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, one of his big hands running over my back as my head was hidden in Joe’s neck.
“I love you.” - you
“I love you more.” - Joe
He lovingly stroked my hair, providing tender words of affirmation and holding me tightly in his arms during their comforting aftercare ritual.
“Oh shit, do you know what I just realized?” - Joe
“What?” - you
“My apron is down in my car. I forgot to show you.” - Joe sighed
“It's okay. You can show me tomorrow.” - you giggled
“Guess what.” - Joe
I narrowed my eyes, trying to see his expression in the dark but failing.
“What?” - you
“I grabbed one for you too.” - Joe smiled
“Oh my god.” - you laughed
“I couldn't help myself!” - Joe
He laughed along with me before we both paused, coincidently yawning in sync, which ended in another laughing fit.
“Goodnight, baby.” - you
“Goodnight, my love.” - Joe
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Authors note: because Joe was illegally fine that day.
Came from my own head! 💞
#joe burrow#bengals#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow x reader#joey b#cincinnati bengals#joe burrow fan fic#joe burrow series#joe burrow smut
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IT'S @southerngirl41'S SPECIAL DAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BESTIE! 🥳💓
Here's a lil something from me to you!
How each Bloodline man would treat you to a happy birthday. ✨🎂
Roman is your husband of 3 years and has been planning for your birthday for weeks without your knowledge.
He hasn't even dropped hints and has you almost worried he forgot since he’s always busy with work, whether it’s conference calls, meetings, or live shows. You think to scold him but you save your breath as you don't want to believe your husband could do such a thing.
You wake up on the day of your birthday in bed surrounded by gift boxes, balloons, and bouquets of your fave flowers, totally surprised and smiling big as he comes in the room with a tray of your fave breakfast to serve you in bed like the princess you are.
You tell him he had you concerned and he tells you, "I'd never miss your special day, babe...just wanted to keep the details of how special it's gonna be under wraps until now." He tells you once you're done eating to pack up a carry-on bag because he's already got your things in luggage for a birthday weekend getaway…but the location is a surprise. 🤭
Jimmy is your new husband and has been talking about your birthday non-stop for weeks, excited to celebrate your first one as husband and wife. You could be annoyed but he's so cute asking you all the time what you want to do, what gifts you'd like, and every detail under the sun to make your day perfect.
The day of your special day he makes sure he's off work for the next couple of days and able to be home to make it happen. You overhear him on the phone in the kitchen seemingly making reservations for dinner at your fave restaurant, but then he walks outside onto your backyard patio to make sure the next phone call you can't overhear.
He comes into the bedroom and tells you to get dressed for a fun day out that he has planned for you, that includes mini-golfing, laser-tag, and other activities he knows you love doing together. Once you're ready, he escorts you to the bedroom door.
When you open it, you hear a huge “Surprise!” as he's gathered your closest family and friends to join you both for a birthday brunch and day together. You smile big, happy to be surrounded by loved ones that includes your best friend, aka your husband. After the yummy brunch, Jimmy whispers in your ear that there's more to come as he has a romantic evening planned for just you and him. 💕
Jey is your newish boyfriend of five months and has been away on the road for weeks working shows and meet-and-greets so you're convinced you won't see him for your birthday. He makes up for it by sending little gifts that arrive at your doorstep each day of the week of your special day.
On the day of your birthday, you're out to lunch with best friends and you get a FaceTime call from him that brightens your mood as he sings you happy birthday hella off-key.
You notice he's in the backseat of a car and you ask where he's headed and he tells you he's on his way to lunch as well. You think nothing of it but when you notice yourself in the background of his screen, you let out a giddy squeak.
Jey joins you and your friends for lunch and gives you plenty of hugs and kisses before he takes another gift box from his pocket that contains a pair of diamond earrings you've had your eye on lately. You place the little plastic bow on his head and tell him thank you but he's the best gift you've gotten before he plants a kiss on your lips and makes your girlfriends go "Awww!" and you blush. 🎀
Solo is your boyfriend of two years and a big homebody once he’s off work and likes to spend time with you at the home you share. Because your birthday is coming up, he turns the house into a day of adventure for you.
He sets up a scavenger hunt around your home, starting at the living room, weaving into the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, and finally the bedroom. He tells you to take your time finding the clues/gifts as he goes to the store to pick up ingredients to make your fave dinner.
Each clue is a symbol of his love for you, little trinkets like your favorite color as that dress you wore on your first date; the necklace he bought you for your first Valentine’s Day (plus a new one with your birthstone); a new fleece blanket on that spot on the sofa where you cuddled the first night after moving in together; and so on until you end up in your bedroom.
He has the final clue and gift on the bed that’s in a tiny, square, black, crushed velvet gift box. Your heart pounds at what could be inside but when you open it, it’s empty. That’s when Solo gets home and finds you in the bedroom. When you turn around, he’s on bended knee with the ring that would have been in the box in his hand as he tells you, “Happy birthday, baby. Will you marry me?” 💍
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His Dangerous Wife » LA Knight
plot: la knight's wife comes to even the odds against the judgement day
pairings: wrestler! reader x la knight
warnings: none tbh just fluff
a/n: there isn't enough la knight stuff on here and that makes me sad :(( wrestling last name is kingley bc i love it
It was quite chaotic backstage, making it almost impossible for Y/N to locate her husband. But she found him after a few minutes of searching. He stood with John Cena who was also his tag partner for Fastlane. Y/N didn't have a match, seeing as she was literally returning from an ankle injury that happened at SummerSlam when she lost her championship to Iyo Sky. Y/N Kingley was a crowd favorite, as was her husband LA Knight, but not many people knew they were married, or even together. They lived a very private life so it made sense.
Tonight, she was set to return to help her husband even the odds against the Judgement Day which sparked a future fued between herself and Rhea Ripley. Though LA Knight didn't know of this. "Darling, do you know where Izzy is? I can't find her." Y/N asks, grabbing his attention. Izzy was her best friend, the woman also known as Azalea Evans, the younger sister of Chris Evans and one of the best women's wrestlers. She was also engaged to Rhea Ripley. He furrowed his brows, shaking his head, "Nah, but she should be somewhere around here. Probably with Rhea."
"I think I seen her talking to Cody in catering earlier," John adds. Y/N smiled gratefully, "Thank you. I will see you two later, alright? Good luck with the match darling." She pressed a quick peck on his cheek before quickly making her way towards catering, finding Azalea indeed with Cody. Y/N took a seat at their table, "one thing I do not miss about being back is getting lost backstage all the time." Azalea chuckles at her complaint, "honestly, I'm pretty much used to it."
"You would think because I've been wrestling for 20 years that I would be used to this, but I am definitely not." Y/N mumbled, picking up a brownie from Izzy's plate. Izzy chuckled before glancing at the television where LA Knight's match with Jimmy Uso was coming up. Cody cleared his throat, "so, how do we feel about Jade signing with WWE?" Izzy and Y/N were former AEW wrestlers so they knew Jade quite well. Though they had actually never faced Jade yet. They knew how she felt with all the top tier treatment because that's how they were treated when signing with AEW having been originally WWE stars.
"I'm really excited about it actually. I'm super happy for her. I can't wait to face her." Y/N said, she was always happy for any of the wrestlers who got signed to other companies. Izzy nods in agreement, "Me too. She actually called me after she signed so I'm really excited for her. We're supposed to train together soon." Cody nods with a smile, "I feel the same way. I'm excited to see what she can do here."
"His match is starting so we should head to the gorilla." Izzy stood up, the three of them left towards the gorilla where the Judgement Day and Jey Uso were at. Izzy was quick to greet Rhea whilst Y/N was watching the monitors. LA Knight obviously wins, but then Judgement Day comes out, standing on the ring apron, leaving Knight and Cena outnumbered. Jey Uso was the first to come out, sliding in the ring though they were still very outnumbered. Cody's music hit, he was quick to come out.
Rhea jumps on the apron next to her boys, signaling that they weren't gonna back down. That's when Y/N's music hit. The crowd went crazy, obviously not expecting her to show up at all, let alone for a situation such as this. "It's Y/N Kingley! She's back! What a surprise!" Michael Cole' expressed. Y/N strutted out, Rhea's face dropped at the sight of her. Meanwhile, her husband was in disbelief, a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Rhea is in disbelief! Y/N has expressed her frustration with the Judgement Days attempts to recruit her best friend Azalea Evans!" Corey Graves explains.
"That and the fact that the Judgement Day is targeting her husband LA Knight," Cole points out. "Her husband?! She's married?!" Cody Rhodes and John Cena sat on the middle rope for Y/N to step through, the Judgement Day seemingly conflicted now. She walks past her shocked husband to come face to face with Rhea, a grin on her lips. "Still wanna fight?"
The boys behind her grin as Rhea makes the guys stand down, claiming it wasn't worth it. Paul Heyman takes Solo's hand, signaling him to fall back. Unfortunately for them, Y/N wasn't a patient person. She threw the first hand, knocking Rhea off the apron, the boys are quick to join in the brawl. She grinned, leaning against the rope as Cody and Jey Uso both do separate dives out the ring, knocking down the Judgement Day and Jimmy.
Rhea drags Y/N out of the ring, going back in forth with her as Solo stepped in the ring with John. Y/N was quick to fight off Rhea, throwing her into Dom as LA Knight took care of Solo. LA hits JD with a BFT, then Jey hits him with a super kick before Cena performs a five knuckle shuffle. Y/N slides in the ring as Cena continues to perform an AA on JD. Cody whips off his belt throwing it into the crowd before hitting JD with a crossrhodes.
The boys turn to her, basically offering up JD if she wanted a go at him. She laughs, shaking her head but they insisted. "Come on! It can't hurt! Well not for you at least." Cody says. Y/N chuckled, giving in the crowd cheers. LA Knight offers his hand, she takes it, using it to jump off the rope and perform a clean moonsault onto JD. "And a perfectly done moonsault from Kingley!"
"Yeahh!" LA Knight cheered, taking her hand and pulling his wife up. "That was fun!" She cheered wistfully, high fiving Jey, Cody, and Cena as LA Knight kept a hand on her waist. The crowd cheered as Cody raised Y/N's hand proudly, "Our wonderful savior!"
LA pulled her closer so she could hear better, "You didn't tell me you were coming out." Y/N chuckled, "cause it was a surprise darling. Did it surprise you love?" He laughs lightly, nodding like it was obvious, and it was. "Surprised me so much I could kiss you right about now." He jokes, also being partially serious because he really wished he could kiss her.
She shrugged lightly, "you can kiss me, I don't mi-" she was cut off by his lips pressed against hers and very loud cheering from the fans. He didn't waste a second kissing her, not caring about the thousands of fans watching. She chuckles softly pulling away, quick to remind him that they were still in public. "Come on, let's close up." Y/N climbs the top rope, doing her normal taunt as LA Knight, Jey Uso, Cody, and Cena all followed behind her.
Shaun was quick to drag her into the locker room the second the show was over. Not even giving her a chance to talk as he showered her with kisses. "Shouldn't we go to the hotel first?" She chuckles, pulling away. "What? Scared of a little locker room sex, doll?" He teased, rubbing her sides as he held back to urge to tear her clothes off.
Y/N sucked in a breath, "fuck, you know what that name does to me." He smirked, pressing a kiss to her neck as she pushed him towards the showers. "I should save your ass more often if this is the reward I get in return."
"Yeah."
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hello i saw u tagged jimmy solidarity on that "free my man he did none of that. he did a bunch of other shit though" post and i am incredibly compelled by the implications here. please may i have an essay on the subject
YOU MAY.
Okay so we’re gonna be specifically talking about Empires SMP Season 2 Jimmy (henceforth, Jimmy,) and the way he conducts himself, how those actions reflect on him, versus how he sees himself (and how the fandom sees him in turn). Welcome to my Ted Talk.
The most important thing to understand about Jimmy is that he lies. He lies about everything, and convinces himself that his lie is true to the point where he really thinks it is. Take, for example, a moment in Sausage’s episode 41 [full exchange from 9:10 - 19:37] where Jimmy kills Sausage, and then when Sausage, followed by fWhip, return to Tumble Town to discuss the murder, Jimmy blatantly lies about the altercation to fWhip, claiming “[Sausage] came over, and he assaulted me, fWhip!” Jimmy insists that it was Sausage who physically started it, despite that being completely untrue. Jimmy then goes on to deny having killed Sausage Sausage at all, sounding affronted at the idea and demanding to see the player head that drops on death. fWhip asks how many levels Sausage has, which is none, and Jimmy claims that Sausage must have used all his experience. Jimmy denies and lies, and when fWhip goes looking for Sausage’s things, finding them in Jimmy’s storage, Jimmy acts shocked, saying “I think I’m being set up! […] I’m gonna leave this conversation, you do what you gotta do, but I don’t think I’m the bad guy here.” As if Jimmy didn’t explicitly kill Sausage moments ago!! As if it isn’t his fault!!!
And the problem here, the core problem, is that so many people just… believe him. They take Jimmy’s words at face value and assume that he’s always a reliable narrator in his own stories, despite the fact that it couldn’t be further from the case. The issue is less that people assign New and Different problems to Jimmy, more that they strip him of any wrongdoing at all, making him out to be some sad little pathetic wet cat who didn’t deserve it. And— don’t get me wrong, he is extremely sad, but he also did it to himself.
I think one of the more interesting ways to illustrate this, is to talk about the way Jimmy perceives himself. From the start of the season, he always insists on being called “The Sheriff.” He’s not Jimmy, he’s The Sheriff, and throughout the season, he can be seen constantly insisting upon and chasing after that title. He wants respect— or, his version of respect. What he really wants is a yes man. This difference can very clearly be seen in the way he treats the two deputies he had throughout the season.
When fWhip was the deputy, it’s because he wanted to be. He sought Jimmy out because he wanted to be Jimmy’s right hand man, and Jimmy let him. fWhip consistently referred to Jimmy as The Sheriff, upholding Jimmy’s version of the laws as best he could. And, there really is something to be said about the fact that fWhip, as a goblin, inherently didn’t understand the concept of arbitrary laws, or that sort of morality at all, and was only one, upholding it because he cared about Jimmy, but two, treating the laws as Jimmy treated them— i.e, making a shrine for that which Jimmy made a church for, but that’s a whole separate essay that I want to write at some point. Either way, he was good to Jimmy, though their time together was short. He made Jimmy a home away from home in Gobland [fWhip episode 8 timestamp 20:28] and helped Jimmy win the court trial by serving as his lawyer in the case against Joel [Trial best seen in Jimmy’s episode 10 starts at 3:03]. After fWhip was fired, he went around Tumble Town noting down a bunch of “laws” that Jimmy was breaking. I wrote a whole post about this set of interactions already [here] but the short version is this: In fWhip’s episode 12 [5:54], he goes around and marks down all the laws that he’s saying Jimmy is breaking around Tumble Town. […] Of the seven instances that fWhip writes down, SIX of them almost directly relate to Jimmy not taking good care of himself or his empire. To me, it almost reads more like he cares about Jimmy, and is worried about him.
All this to say, that fWhip didn’t Respect The Sheriff as much as he Cared About Jimmy. And that’s an important distinction— he cared about Jimmy, the person. He had this whole veneer of respecting the laws— laws that he didn’t really understand— because he cared about Jimmy. And Jimmy fired him for a prank— one that wasn’t specifically targeted or malicious— because he saw that as Disrespecting The Sheriff. He didn’t want someone who Cared About Jimmy, he wanted someone who Respected The Sheriff. And fWhip wasn’t that.
Enter Scar.
During the Hermitcraft crossover, Scar started gunning for the position as deputy because he wanted the shiny deputy badge. That was it, that was the reason, and Scar acted accordingly. Everything was about acting like he Respected The Sheriff, even when he was blatantly breaking one of the core laws, wearing another player’s hat— both the sheriff hat [Jimmy episode 19 4:07] as well as trading away a sheriff hat, and being seen wearing one of Scott’s Chromia hats [Jimmy episode 22 14:27]. In this episode, Scar backhandedly compliments Jimmy, “oh, you’re just a… cute big guy, aren’t you?” to which Jimmy seems uncertain, asking “I’m real big, right?” to which Scar says he is. Jimmy then asks him about the Chromia hat Scar wears, and Scar tells him that he traded one of the sheriff hats to Scott. Jimmy gets upset at Scar, but before he can get properly mad, Scar distracts him by showing off a new section of Tumble Town that he made. Scar wears the mask of respect for just long enough to get the badge. When Jimmy gives him the badge, he says he has something else that he wants to give Scar as well. “I have found something real special for you, real special.” Scar says “I already got something special, this badge.” Jimmy says “you mean our friendship?” Which Scar dubiously agrees to. This is the last time Jimmy sees Scar before the hermits leave— Scar got what he wanted, and that was all. And yet, Jimmy hired him, because Scar put on the show. Scar was his yes man, Scar Respected The Sheriff, even if he didn’t Care About Jimmy.
He does it to himself, Jimmy does. He pushes away anyone that tries to care about him as a person, and surrounds himself with people that will be his yes men, his little sidekicks, anyone that holds the sheriff title in high regard. It’s why he takes so well to the Old Sheriff, who treats the sheriff title with the same reverence that he does, respecting the title of sheriff without actually respecting Jimmy much at all.
The thing about Jimmy is that he causes his own problems, and they’re all his fault. Yes he is crushingly lonely, and filled with self hatred, but he actively surrounds himself with it. It’s not that people are just inherently mean to him, he is almost asking them to be, by pushing away anyone that seems to care about him as a person.
I think, as my final note here, I wanna bring up a moment from Jimmy’s finale, episode 38. He and the Old sheriff, as they’re making their way to the Nether portal, discuss how fWhip only ever referred to himself as goblin fWhip, never as king. Jimmy says “I don’t think he ever held himself to the regard of being a king, and that— d’you know what? That sucks. He was my deputy for a while, he didn’t really think much of himself, I’m not gonna lie” [9:19]. I just find it interesting, that Jimmy says that it sucks how fWhip never called himself king— a title ostensibly higher than sheriff— and that fWhip was only a deputy. As if he thinks that fWhip could’ve been king, perhaps was worthy of the title, and just never took it— that he sees the taking of a title such as that to be so important, when for fWhip, it never was. I dunno, I just think there’s something to that. I think it says something about Jimmy and about the importance he places on titles that don’t really matter.
Jimmy ran away, in the end. He and the Old Sheriff ran far away from everything they ever knew. fWhip stayed, choosing to live out his days happily in the empire he helped to found. fWhip never took the title of king. Jimmy thinks he should’ve.
Isn’t that something?
#umbrify answers#ilexdiapason#thank you so much for this ask. i spent 3 hours drafting this response#I love empires. btw.#empires smp#jimmy solidarity#empires jimmy
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I Knew You were Trouble ❤️🔥
Part 4
Pairing: Jimmy Uso × reader
AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💕 No specific timeline
❗️❗️Warnings: 18+, swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves)❗️❗️
I’m sooooo sorry this took as long to get out, I kinda took a break but I’m back and so is our boy Jon 🥵 hope this was worth the wait 🫣
Day one - Rome, Italy
One of my favourite things about being a WWE superstar is getting the opportunity to travel the world. Because of my job I’ve been in more places that I could have ever imagined and made memories that will last a lifetime. Today we are in one of my favourite places, Rome.
One of my least favourite things about being a WWE superstar though was definitely the travel and itinerary- I get to a new place and don’t have time to see all the sights. its airport, hotel, gym, meet and greets, arena, match, then on the road again.
Me
hey, wanna sneak out and do something fun before the meet and greet?
Josh
what you have in mind?
Me
authentic Italian ice cream? Pizza? Your treat obviously 🤪
Josh
damn, you really want me to treat you after the way you been disrespecting me 😨
Me
fine 🙄 I’ll ask Jon instead - lil bitch
Josh
WAIT
FINE
Meet me in the lobby in 5.
I wasn’t really going to ask Jon, I mean how could I? This whole trip I have to try and avoid him, however I feel like fate has other plans, I was informed late last night that Jon and Josh would join me in doing press for the tour, doing meet and greets and TV appearances to get everyone hyped up for the shows. As long as we aren’t alone together nothing would happen…….right?
One thing I wanted to tick off my bucket list when visiting Rome was going to the Trevi Fountain. Seeing it there in front of me took my breath away, the beauty it holds, the history and traditions. Ugh to have this on my doorstep every day would be a dream. We had found a small gelato shop near the fountain and decided to find a place to sit near by the fountain.
“Okay, fine I’ll admit it, the gelato was a good idea.”
“Of course it was a good idea Josh, are you doubting me and my choices?”
“You know damn well I don’t trust you.” He says
Acting offended I shift myself further away from him, Josh turns to look at me grinning ear to ear.
“Don’t know what you’re smiling at, you’ve just bumped yourself down the list of what Fatu brother I like more.”
“Well number 2 ain’t so bad.”
“Try 3”
Annoyed he reply’s “3? What you mean 3, who else you know except me and Jon!”
Realising I got him right where I want him “well Joe obviously, I’ve spoke with him a few times and he is such a sweetheart, I think he might actually be my favourite brother.”
He didn’t have a come back, he just sat there eating his gelato like a grumpy little kid. I take a few sneaky pics to send to Trin, captioned “fun with your grumpy ass brother in law.”
Josh reaches into his pocket and places two coins in front of us.
“Let’s go throw these in the fountain then.”
“Wait, how did you know I wanted to do that?”
“Cause believe it or not yn but I listen to you, you are one of my closest friends and I love ya, if there is something you wanna do you damn sure I wanna make it happen. That’s what family does.”
I couldn’t see him, my eyes were filling with tears. Never in my life have i had someone care so much. We fight like cat and dog but underneath it all there is pure love and adoration for each other.
“Okay don’t get all soppy on me” he jests. “Let’s throw our coins and get back before there is a search party.”
Grabbing my hand we walk over to the fountain and throw our coins in tradition states if you throw a coin in you are wishing that one day you will come back to Rome and with every fiber of my being i was hoping that one day i would.
“Thank you” i whisper to Josh.
“Don’t mention it, though I do hope I ain’t last on yo list anymore?”
Laughing I announce “A solid 2 for sure now.”
Another part I love about being a WWE Superstar is getting the opportunity to meet the fans. The WWE universe has the best, most intense fan base in the world.
In the store where the meet and greet was happening, It was a basic set up, a long table, a seat for each of us and a backdrop with our image plastered over it. The queue was already around the block, with a mixture of kids, teens and adults all waiting to meet us.
“I’m really nervous, this is my first international meet and greet - what if no one is here for me.” I start to panic.
Josh looks at me and in his usual joshy manner tries to make it all better “yn we know no one is here for you, and honestly you are killing the mood. Put yo big girl panties on and let’s get this over with huh?”
And just like that the mood has been lifted and he has me laughing.
“I honestly hate you J.”
Jon who had been observing finally breaks his silence. “You can sit between us, that way we can comfort you if it gets too much.” Comfort me……..
A little too eagerly I agree. The first few fans come in and just like that all my nerves and panic washed away and I was in autopilot.
“How you doin now yn? Eased into it okay?” Josh enquires
“I’m fine J, I just let my ner……”
Heat. That was the only thing I could feel. My thigh tingling under his touch, Jon’s touch.
“Yo yn, you good?” Josh looks at me concerned.
“Yep fine, just got a little cramp in my leg, feel like we have been here for hours.” I brush him off, along with moving Jon’s hand off my leg. Think of Trin, think of Trin I repeat in my head.
The last of the fans come and go, it’s been a sweet afternoon watching Jon and Josh interact with everyone, you can see the love and passion they have for this business and the fans. Maybe teaming with them on this European tour won’t be so bad after all.
Backstage WWE LIVE, Rome Italy,
The crowd had been electric all night. There is no major storylines, no characters and no set of rules to follow just purely wrestling. Our match was a mixed tag match, myself and The Uso’s v Indie, Theory and Waller. Going out and having fun with everyone and the crowd is what it’s all about, the passion the fans give in return for the show you put on makes all the travel, injuries and lack of sleep worth it.
After any of my matches I like a debrief, things I could have done better, things I did great etc, it’s how I grow and learn, however fate was having none of that tonight. Walking back to the female dressing room I felt a strong pair of hands grab my arms and pull me into a secluded corner of the arena, from the way my skin was burning at the slightest touch I knew it could only be one man - and I was in trouble.
“Have you been avoiding me all day?”
“Em, earth to Jon? We saw each other at the meet and greet.” I laugh trying to break the tension
“Oh I remember..” Edging closer to me with fire in his eyes he continues “I’ve been thinking about how nice your thigh felt, and wondered what else felt nice.”
Gulp
Think of Trin yn.
Keep it light and funny yn “Plus I was busy with Josh all morning, he took me out for some gelato - I’m a busy woman Jon.”
“Yeah, Josh told me about the gelato. Is there a reason I wasn’t invited?”
His heavy eyes stuck on mine, waiting for my answer.
“Honestly it was a last minute thing, next time I’ll make sure you get an invite.” Trying to leave his hand leans on the wall behind me enclosing us in even closer. His free hand finds its place perfectly on my hip before it starts to lower slowly, like he was trying to memorise how each part of me felt before placing his hand on my butt, grabbing onto it with his powerful grip.
“How bout we skip the gelato and i give you some of my cream.”
Fire, passion, a need for only him. That’s all I felt in that moment. It consumed me. Jon looked at me like I was the only girl on the planet.
After weeks of playing cat and mouse, he caught me. His lips finally found their way onto mine, a low moan slowly released from his mouth, like a weight had been lifted from him, his hands tracing every inch of my body. I didn’t want him, I needed him and in that moment I’m what he needed too.
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The Bear & His Honey - Lucky 13
♡ Chapter Inspo: Lyrics; "You are in Love" (Taylors Version) “You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words.”
♡ Summary: Carmy is filling in on 'The Jimmy Kimmel Show' for a sick guest that couldn't come, He stumbles in to Winnie's absolute favorite person- and is able to treat her to a night she won't ever forget.
♡ W/C: 24,019
♡ Posted Date: 03/13/2024
♡ A/N: Welcome to Lucky 13! I wanted to give you all a taste of what Carm+Winnie will be at some point. This chapter will have very little angst, & have mostly sickeningly sweet fluffy goodness! This is set at least 1.5 years in the future from the last chapter. This is kinda a “one shot” in a way, in the TB&HH Universe, I have been thinking of this chapter for a while, and it would make my heart sing for Carmy to have a night out with his favorite people & get to relax, and just be in love. Also- in this, Carmy has been attending group weekly, and learning more so how to express his feelings. I’m also excited to show my idea of how Carm would show a big romantic gesture like the one in this chapter, and just overall make himself feel really proud for showing Winnie how much she means to him. Also- alot of things in this chapter (french speaking, JKS interview, etc) will make sense very soon!!! I just- it's too cute not to include hahahah I hope you enjoy this chapter :)) Also, the way while editing (I'm listening to TS obvi) - but genuinely as i'm editing them talking about the different songs- they were COMING ON SHUFFLEEEE!! That woman is a WITCH i tell you
♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut, Swearing - 'tis all
*** Any dialogue that has ( ) after, is translation from French to English!! :) ***
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𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓂'𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱.🧸
“Okay-okay baby- ask them!” I plead, Winnie gave me her adorable little frisky grin.
“Ours... vous savez si vous êtes nerveux, ils peuvent le dire, et vous vous sentirez embarrassé après- respirer à treize pour votre Miel, s’il vous, plaît…?” - (Bear... you know if you're nervous, they can tell, and you'll feel embarrassed after- breathe to thirteen for your Honey, please...)
She put her hand on my cheek and I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and silently counting to 13, taking a deep breath every odd number I counted in my mind, just like she’d taught me.
“C'est mon bon garçon…Mon sexy homme…” (That’s my good boy…my sexy man…) she said gently as I exhaled.
“Now, like we said, imagine it’s me asking you all these stupid questions, they won’t go off script, Ours (Bear)! Ils ont promise qu’ils ne le feront pas (they promised they wouldn’t).. S’you just have to say the exact same answers we rehearsed the last two weeks, oui?” She cupped my cheeks, stroking my cheekbones gently with her thumbs.
“Oui,” I whisper. “me poser leur première question” (Ask me the first question), I muttered nervously, relishing in the feeling of her cool fingers against my hot cheeks, giving me at least a small sense of relief.
Thankfully - When being asked to be a fill-in guest on The Jimmy Kimmel Show - they'd prepped me- us- with questions they’d be asking, so I wasn’t a blubbering mess on live tv.
“So, Carmen, you are notorious in the kitchen industry, for calling all of your back of-house staff - Chef, as a term of endearment, or- furthermore a term of respect… Now that you’re so widely known at least in the Chicago area- but even more so the greater North America region, as being a very widely appreciated Chef, “ she giggled adorably, looking at me through her lashes before continuing.
“Does everyone that recognizes you on the street, and call you by your title of Chef? Maybe…Executive Chef Carmen? Do they treat you differently?” She asked with a cheeky grin.
I held back the urge to tease and joke with her, clearing my throat and trying to remember the answer we’d come up with together.
“Yes, Chef” I joked, giving her a playful smirk. “I notice when we- er- fuck sorry baby-“ I shook my head, looking at my lap nervously, biting the inside of my lip, squeezing her thigh.
“Ours” (Bear) she said softly, stroking the back of my hand the way that made my heart thump so hard it felt like it’d jump out of my chest, and I look up at her, my eyes bouncing between the freckles on her cheeks, every other thought dissolving like sand through my fingers.
“Allez, Ours, Tu vas y’ arriver.” (C’mon, Bear, You got this) she whispered, squeezing my hand assuringly.
I cleared my throat, newfound confidence due to her belief I could nail this coursing through me.
“My girl and I,” I continued confidently, “ “When we go out, especially in Chicago, or The City, but really any big city- people are more apt to give me a table if I call, So…She calls most of the time- and when we get there…the Exec. usually comes out to greet me after we’re settled, and tell me the meals no charge, but- My girl and I like a true experience, she keeps me honest” I leaned forward, pecking her lips gently and she smiles wide.
“Coeur faible connard” (soft-hearted asshole) she teased gently, mushing her nose with mine sweetly before stealing another kiss.
“Sorry-“ I pulled away teasingly “So…I shouldn’t offer a kiss to the host? Ce serait trop, bien?” (it’d be too much, right?) I joked and she rolled her eyes, grabbing my collar and pulling me back to her lips- kissing me hungrily.
“These lips are mine. Only mine” she mumbles before kissing me again. I smiled into her lips, rubbing my hands down her hips and squeezing the flesh beneath her dress gently.
“Mmm- baby” I pull away gently. “They said 15 minutes 4 minutes ago, I’gotta get mic’d.” I rest my forehead on hers and she cupped my cheeks, planting gentle sweet kisses all over my face.
“Remember” she said between various smooches over my face. “I’ll be in the first row” more kisses “5th seat from the left” kiss, kiss, kiss - “look at me if you get scared ” - kiss, kiss - “I’m with you the whole time.” One final lingering, sweet kiss on my lips. “You’re goin’ out there to kick ass and take names, Bear. Nos âmes sont toujours liées ensemble…” (Remember that our souls are always tied together…)
“Right” I said softly, looking up at her, memorizing each freckle adorning her cheeks for the millionth time. “Bien, Nos âmes sont à jamais liées, Chérie.” (Right, our souls are bound forever, Sweetheart.) I said lovingly, playing with the ends of her auburn curls between my nervous fingers.
She leans in, barely brushing my lips. “What do we say?” She whispers, so close her lips catch mine as she spoke.
“Laisse-le déchirer” (Let it rip) I said softly into her lips before kissing her passionately.
“Oui, Mon Ours. Laisse-le déchirer” (Yes, My Bear, Let it rip.) She said softly when she pulled away, gently running her knuckle over the veins of my neck, the action she only did while utterly exhausted, overly horny, or unable to mess with my hair.
“Je t’aime, mon miel” (I love you, my Honey) I whispered softly into her skin, feeling her gently rub over my back with her nails.
“Fais confiance en ton instincts et lâches-vous, Ours.” (Trust your instincts, and let go, Bear) She said softly into my ear.
I swallow tightly, racking over my brain through all the French she’d taught me- coming up blank, other instincts, and my own name.
“Mon instincts en bon pour votre ours?” (My instincts are good for your Bear?) I questioned softly, kissing her collarbone gently.
She giggles, “Trust your instincts- Fais confiance en ton instincts- And let go- et lâches-vous, Mon Ours.” (My Bear) She kisses my forehead sweetly
I swallowed thickly, nodding a bit and looking up at her through my lashes.
“Je te promets…Je vais suivre mon instincts” (I promise you…I’ll follow my instincts) I mutter into her skin as she gently strokes my cheek, my eyes fluttering shut at the soft touch.
“Je crois en toi, Mon Ours. Je crois en toi.” (I believe in you, My bear, I believe in you.) she whispered, rubbing soothing circles into my back.
“Tu me fais croire en moi, mon miel.” (You make me believe in myself, my honey) I kiss her neck gently and there was a soft tap at the door.
“Come In?” I said, the door creaking open a bit.
Were interrupted by a short brunette in a black T-Shirt and jeans, wearing a stage headset. “Mr.Berzatto, you’re live in 15 minutes…we need to get you mic’d - we can have a stage manager take your…wife…down to the family and friends section, her seat’s been reserved” A bright blush came to my cheeks at the assumption.
“Je crois en toi, Mon Ours” (I believe in you, my bear). Winnie said, getting off my lap and smoothing her dress down.
I gently tug down the hem of her dress out of habit, “Merci miel. Je t'aime tellement bébé. Je te chercherai, oui ?” (Thank you honey, I love you so much, baby. I’ll be looking for you, yeah?) I said, smoothing out the silky fabric over her bum and she nods, smiling big.
“Si tu fais le bien ce soir, je te laisserai m’avoir comme tu veux, Mon Sexy Chef Italien…” (If you do well tonight, I’ll let you have me any way you want, my sexy Italian Chef…) she whispered in my ear and my eyebrows raised, firey goosebumps rising from my neck to my ankles.
“Mmmm- Oui? Petit diable sexy…” (Yeah? Sexy little devil…) I said softly into her neck, patting her bum gently. “Tu dois juste bien te tenir une heure, bebe, être une bonne fille - Je serai alors vôtre, mon monde” (You only have to behave for an hour, baby, then I’m all yours- my world.)
She giggles, pulling away, “Not whore baby, say it like Taylor- say era” she said and my cheeks heat.
“Vraiment Bebe? Maintenant? Cours de français?” (Really Baby? French lessons? Now?) I ask as I rolled my eyes slightly, a smirk dancing on my lips.
“Très bien, pas maintenant. Laisse-le déchirer, Mon Ours.” (Fine, not now, let it rip, Bear) she said, tucking her purse under her arm and I actually roll my eyes.
“Pas maintenant?” (Not now?) I huff frustratedly, again not understanding the new word.
“Seigneur! Vous avez besoin d’une leçon de Français, cela signifiait - ‘ not now’ - Dork.” (Jesus! You need a French lesson, I said - ‘Fine, not now’ - Dork!) she pinched my cheek gently.
“God, je vous aime tellement.” (God, I love you so much.) I kiss her lips tenderly. The woman at the door clears her throat.
“Mr.Berzatto…sorry to interrupt, but you’re live in 13 minutes and-” Winnie cuts her off.
“and where is my escort?” She chirps with a friendly smile, turning around on the ball of her foot to face her.
“Uh- Sorry- they…Um…gimme a second” she quickly turned, walking down the hall briskly.
“Ahhh” Winnie said, plopping back in my lap comfortably. “Nous avons maintenant le temps pour une leçon de français, Ours!” (Now we have time for a French lesson, Bear!) she chirps and looks back at me.
I snort through my nose, “Tu as vu à quelle vitesse ils se….” (You saw how quickly they…) I try to think of the word, looking up at the ceiling and biting my lip. “se déplacer!!! Se déplacer ici, bébé” (Move!!! Move around here, baby.) I smile proudly and pat her side. “Tu vois, je peux être intelligent!” (See, I can be smart!).
“Mmm, je savais que tu es intelligent, mais nous devons travailler à renforcer ce triste ego, Ours” (Mmm, I knew you're smart, but we must work on strengthening that sad ego, Bear) she said and I crinkle my eyebrows, sad ego was all I really understood.
“Je comprends - ‘ l’ego intelligent, et triste ‘ – mais que signifie - ‘nous devons…ahhh- travailler? pour nous renforcer’?” (I understand the smart, and sad ego- but what does ‘we must work on … ahh - our confidence?’ mean?) I question, squeezing her waist gently. I knew she’d only give a proper lesson, if I was responding to her questions in French with what I knew.
“Ahhhh, Bon Ours ! 'nous devons travailler’ est ‘we must work’, ‘à renforcer ce’ est ‘to strengthen this’ “ (Ahhhh, Good Bear! We must work, to strengthen this) She said, pleased with my answer. I pat her hip gently, happy with the praise i’d earned.
“Tu es ma force Chérie…Mon tout” (You’re my strength, Honey...My everything) I said resting my forehead on hers. She puckered her lips and I lean in, giving her a sweet kiss.
“Hi! Mr.Berzatto- you’re on in 9, Mrs.Berzatto, I’m here to escort you to your seat.” A small blonde, dressed in the same black T-Shirt and Jeans the last person to interrupt us was.
“Je t'aime ours, souviens-toi de ce que dit Mikey” (I love you Bear, remember what Mikey would say) she said sweetly, getting up and pecking my lips.
I smiled softly, giving her one of the first lines she’d taught me in response. “On se reverra bientôt, bébé” (Meet again soon, baby). She smiled proudly, squeezing my hand before heading off with the blonde.
The brunette girl returned not to shortly after, connecting a mic under my shirt right below my throat, and leading me through the corridors. As we head down the hall, I heard an all too familiar laugh… Not one that I’d heard personally, but one that I’d heard hundreds of times while falling asleep on Winnies TV or her phone.
I stopped dead in my tracks, my head snapping towards the door that the sound came from. ‘JKS - SPECIAL GUEST - TAS ‘ A plain sheet of printer paper that was taped to the door read.
I blink a few times, reading over the paper 5 times, eyes almost popping out of my skull - TAS.
I reach out, grabbing the shoulder of the woman escorting me backstage. “T-A-S?!” I whisper shout at her. She quickly got the message.
“Oh- you didnt know” she said stupidly, looking at the door then me.
“I have to meet her” I whispered, a plan forming quickly in my mind. She smiled and nodded, looking at her watch.
“If she wants to meet you, sure, but you got a max of 4 minutes.” she said casually and my jaw drops.
That worked?!
I nodded quickly in response, trying to find words that wouldn’t embarrass Winnie, as she steps forward much too casually for my taste, and just knocks on the door.
“It’s unlocked!” the same voice I knew all too well calls and she looks at me, extending her hand towards the door.
“Shes a real sweetheart, but super chatty, so like I said- y’get four minutes.” she said and I swallowed thickly, fuck, I am supposed to open the dressing room door to the most famous popstar on Earth?! If I offend her, Winnie will absolutely break up with me.
I took a deep breath, looking at her momentarily before twisting the door handle. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, my heart was in my throat.
Jesus Christ, I don’t fuckin care about this girl, I just care I make sure Winnie and Sadie have a seat at her show tomorrow night.
She looks up as the door opens, blue eyes meeting mine. “Oh! Hey! You’re that guy getting interviewed? The chef,right? My boyfriend has been dying to try your restaurant! He just hates asking for favors, so he hasn’t called to rent it out- I hear you’re super awesome! Oh my god- so sorry. I’m Taylor, it’s nice to meet you!” she said casually, sticking her hand out for me to shake.
It took insane amounts of casualty to not allow my jaw to fully unhinge at the sight of her. Winnie was right- she doesn’t edit her pictures - shes tall as fuck - shes like.. Taller then me?
I clear my throat, standing up a bit straighter, trying to find some semblance of self-control. “Yup- thats me, Carmen, Uh- Carmen Berzatto” I shake her hand, “Yeah- uh- wow….means alot, he’s on the uh- The Chiefs right?” I asked and she nods, smiling.
“Yup! Travis, I just sing- he’s so awesome, He loves Italian food even more than the field I think, ever since he saw that podcast you were on he's been stalking your menu! ” she giggled and I raised my eyebrows. She just sings?
“Uh- my girlfriend…Yeah- yeah…I don’t wanna embarrass her, but uh- Y’know, I could totally give you and your boyfriend any night you could possibly want, like- the whole restaurant, just you guys- me and my right hand will personally make your meals - fully on the house, If you’d do me like…..one little favor-but it’s… it’s fine- if not…” I said and she stands a bit straighter.
“I love helping, what can I do?” she grins. Why the fuck does she seem so normal…and nice aren’t popstars supposed to be bitchy mean-girls that would’ve made fun of me in high school?
“my girlfriend- she like…worships you- fuck - not like a weird way - you just like…inspire her? Like? Alot- Your songs, uh- fuck- hold on…Fearless, I know thats one… uh- Sparks Fly? Oh! That one too um with the guitar...Mine? I think? And then- Oh! The Archer - she loves that one, and then I only know 2 others she really likes - sad ones….Bon Iver? With that dude” I questioned and she nods
“Mmhmm! I think…Exile and Evermore” she nods and I snap.
“Thats it! Those ones- those are like…she loves you- she’s been…she’s been trying to get tickets for her and her best friend to your New York show this weekend since you announced it, she- fuck- she’d kill me if she knew I told you, but she’s cried because she didn’t get the tickets, shes been trying so hard and-”
“How many?” said the ginger sat next to her on the couch that was silent until now, and simply pretending I wasnt there while tapping away on a laptop. I look at her, slightly taken back it was that easy to convince her? Them both?!
“Uh-” I think for a moment- just fuckin send it, Carmen. If you’re gonna ask for a favor- ask for a damn favor. “F-Five? Like- f’me, and her, and - and she wants her best friend there, a-and-” the redhead interrupts me again.
“Done, Left of the diamond good? Second row? There is no row one” she questions
“Gosh Tree! Can you let him talk? Sorry about her, shes a time freak” Taylor scolds, looking back at me, “We would love to have you there, and I’d totally like to talk to your girlfriend when me and Trav decide to come by- she sounds super cool!” she said as the brunette tugged at my sleeve.
“Mr.Berzatto, sorry- 3 minutes till you’re live, we have to go.” she said and I nod.
“Thank you- Uh, Taylor,” What the fucking shit- I’ve stared at this woman nearly every night on Winnies phone screen - now shes just here , in front of me?!
“Course! Super excited to try out your restaurant- Tree will call” she said as the brunette woman tugs my sleeve harder, dragging me out the door.
Suddenly, I got the urge to tell her the thought that had been swarming in my head whenever we watched her tour movie for the past year. Even though we’d already were headed down the hall, her dressing room was still wide open so she’d hear me.
“The way you set up the ‘Tolerate It’ song is awesome, the whole performance is super touching- You have a great voice!!! But you kinda remind me of our cat when you knock the stuff off the table! Also- erm- f’r Winnie since she’d kill me if I didn’t say- Play Sparks Fly, And Mine- and Evermore all the way, please.” I called to her quickly as I was dragged away down the hal by the brunettel, hearing Taylor laugh loudly in response, causing a blush to form on my cheeks.
Winnie would be beyond pleased to know I got her to laugh.
“Done! And Thank you, Chef! I love Cats!!!” she called after us and I smiled wide.
“I know, Winnie told me! She loves Law and Order too! Olivia is a great name, my Niece is named Olivia!” I call back and I heard her laugh again.
What the actual fuck- Taylor Swift?! I just spoke to Taylor Swift!? Why do I feel…Starstruck? Jesus Christ I owe Richie for telling me to pack Winnie’s special concert bodysuit she's been working on forever just in case I found tickets for them.
“Here’s Berzatto sorry hes late- Main act wanted to talk to him- he’s live in 45” the brunette told the large guy she’d dropped me off in front of.
He quickly checks me over, adjusting my jacket without asking, and rolling over my sleeve quickly with a lint roller and strapping a mic pack to my back under my jacket, quickly connecting it to the wire under my shirt. “On your name, wave, smile, walk” he said.
“Alright We have Berzatto comin’ out- Live in 5, 4, 3, 2” he said into his headset, backing away from me quickly and the curtain started to draw.
My eyes dart over the crowd, the lights were blinding, music started and my mind swarms.
What the literal fuck- what the fuck - Wheres Honey? - I just met Taylor Swift? I'm about to be on live TV - Don’t fuck this up, be like Mikey, listen to Winnie - Breathe to 13.
My thoughts continued to race as the my eyes adjusted to the lights that were revealed from behind the curtain. “And Welcome Chicagos Favorite Chef- Carmen Berzatto! “ Jimmy said and just like the man ordered a few moments prior, On my name I started heading towards the arm chair, smiling and waving at the live audience as I was told.
By the time I’d shook his hand and sat down, I felt numb- The answers to the questions Winnie and I had drilled to my head, swarming like an angry swarm of bees.
“So, if you don’t know Carmen, Hes a Chef Prodigy from Chicago- he has two Michelin stars and isn’t even 30 as of yet, he has won the James Beard foundation award for up-and-coming chef as well as took home the award for the best new restaurant, all while he’s only been in the industry less than ten years,”
He continued talking as I scanned for Winnie. When I finally settled on her face I relax a bit, being able to think. She smiles wide when our eyes meet, blowing me kisses and waving excitedly. I couldn’t contain my smile as I look back over at him.
“So, Carmen, Welcome, we’ve been told you’ve never done a live interview before - but you have been to plenty of award shows, you’ve been on red carpets, done podcasts over the past year- and I must say, on behalf of the public- you are one snappy dresser, please, tell us about the suit” he said and I chuckled a bit.
“Yeah- thank you again for having me, It’s different being in front of a live audience but I’m honored to have even gotten the invite. But, uh- I really like Calvin Klein, their suits are just fantastic. My uh- my girlfriend though she’s the one who usually picks out my outfits for stuff like this, I trust er more then myself a lot of the time.” I said, my eyes finding hers again and she mouths an ‘I love you!’ Holding a hand heart up for me causing me to smile bigger.
“Thats right! We have your girlfriend here Winnie is it?” He asked and my cheeks go pink I thought they promised they wouldn’t go off script?!
“Yeah! Winnie,I could talk about her forever - she’s uh…she’s really special.” My eyes find hers again to see her blowing me more kisses. My heart flutters wildly she’s so perfect.
“I assure you, my wife dresses me too i’m sure most of our male guests are dressed by their women” He chuckles, getting a laugh from the crowd. “So tell us,” he continued “You had won the ‘Best New Restaurant’ last year at the James beard awards, congratulations on that!” he said and he and the crowd clap, the teleprompter putting up a picture of The Bear that we had on our website to show us it would be on screen.
“Now, i’d assume you get special treatment whenever you take the missus for a date night out on the town, right?” He asks and I chuckle, nodding a bit.
“Right, right - so uh when I call especially around Chicago I mean” I shrug “most of the Execs are my peers so - of course we’re gonna get a table pretty easy. But I was actually surprised when we came back to the city this only the second time I’ve been back since I left to uh, head back home t’Chicago and open The Bear, but when my girl and I were out a few nights ago, we were just walkin around Soho cause she loves shopping and I love to spoil her even more of course,” I said, earning a few ‘aw’ sounds from the crowd “and we pass this group of guys, and one of em just goes ‘Yo! Sup Chef’ and I turned around cause I thought y’know- I’d know them from culinary school or one of my old gigs, and he just goes ‘Dude your hot ones interview was insane you’re a beast’ and ahh I didn’t really know what to say I’ve never been like recognized like that before” I said and he nods with a chuckle.
“Speaking of your Hot Ones interview- that has blown up since you’d done it 4 months ago- it’s currently sitting at 17 million views, You’d filmed that here in the City, So in New York do they usually give you a table? Give you free meals all that like back in Chicago?” He questions.
“Well I like to try and keep it fair, fair as I can that is. So my girl, she calls up for us, usually puts the table under her name. But uh- yeah, yeah. We do get treated nice, they’ll bring out new stuff for us to try or give us a nice bottle of wine, which is great cause honey is a big red wine lover” I said my eyes flicking to her to see she was blushing, a wide proud smile plastered along her features, bringing a heat to my cheeks.
After the interview was over, I was escorted back to my dressing room and found an envelope waiting for me at the dressing table. I walked over and opened it, taking out five row 2 tickets for tomorrow nights Taylor show.
“Holy shit” I whispered to myself, staring at them in shock. She actually got me the tickets. Does this mean she’s really gonna come by the restaurant?! Winnie’s gonna flip. Fuck- we have to get back to the hotel or with all the excitement she’s gonna be exhausted and pissy on the flight home.
I heard my favorite thing in the world in the hallway, Winnie’s voice. I quickly tucked the tickets back in the envelope safely, and put it hidden in my inside breast pocket for safe keeping.
“Bearrr!” Winnie said excitedly as she opened the door before rushing over to me. I wrap my arms around her tightly, picking her up and spinning her around causing her to giggle “you did amazing ours (bear) so so amazing I’m so proud of you” she kisses all over my face and I smile, closing my eyes and relishing in her praise and attention.
“I love you baby, so much” I kiss her lips sweetly, wrapping her legs around my hips and hiking her up further on my waist. “I missed you” I said when I pull away, kissing down her neck and over her bare shoulder.
She giggled “I was right there, baby! The whole time” she runs her fingers through my hair and I hum at the feeling of her nails scratching that spot next to my ear.
“Mm you weren’t in my lap though” I said and sit on the couch, my hands rubbing over her thighs and her arms, anywhere I could feel her soft, supple skin.
“Were still going to that bar right?! You deserve to celebrate baby.” She said, playing with my hair gently. I adjusted her C pendant around her neck I’d gotten her when we started officially dating, trying to think up a quick excuse, she’s gonna need a lot of sleep for tomorrow I don’t want her grumpy and tired at the concert.
“I dunno baby…I think let’s just go back to the hotel yeah? Got up early this mornin’ wouldn’t you rather get some pizza and mozzarella sticks and watch a movie? Mm? We can cuddle? Have a nice bath?” I rub her arm and she pouted a bit.
“Okay, can we go tomorrow though?” She asks and I nod
“Course Mon Monde” (my world) I whisper and kiss her lips gently.
By the time we got back to the hotel it was already midnight, and I could tell by the way she was walking her heels were hurting her badly by now on the walk up to our room.
“Gotta get y’outta those shoes baby, y’re hips buggin’ you?” I ask, wrapping my arm securely around her waist. If I wasn’t holding the food, I’d already be carrying her.
“Mmhmm, tired too. Glad we didn’t go out” she leans into me as the elevator doors closed and I smooched her temple.
“Y’think I can’t tell when you’re exhausted, baby?” I teased, rubbing her side gently and she smiles.
“Yeahhh, yeah. But we rarely get to go out, Bear. You’re too busy, I love going out with you, you’re a fun dance partner” she said looking up at me with a tired smile.
I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks, smiling big. “I’ll only ever dance for you, my love” I kiss her forehead gently. When we got to the room, I set the boxes of food on the bed and helped her unzip her dress, grabbing her pajamas for her “get comfy princess” I told her before grabbing my grey sweatpants and white T shirt, shrugging off my jacket.
“You look really sexy in that suit, baby. I wanna see you in suits more often, hopefully this interview will lead to more live ones…y’did so so sooo good bear, everyone was laughin’ and they really seemed t’like you” she slips off her bra, putting on my old ‘the beef’ shirt and some Nike leggings.
“Thank you angel, it’s just really fuckin stressful” I said and started to unbutton my shirt.
“I know, but no one is as good at handling stress then you, bear. You’re strong. Mon gros ours fort” (my big strong bear) she comes over, untucking my shirt and unbuttoning it the rest of the way. “Mmm you’re lucky there’s pizza waiting and I hate when it’s cold” she kisses down my neck while rubbing her hands over my bare chest and I smile, rubbing her back gently, caressing over the scar on her hip with my thumb.
“Tu es une vilaine petit fille” (you are such a naughty little girl) I spank her gently and she giggles, looking up at me with those fuckin bedroom eyes she always did.
“je suis ta petite pute, chef” (I’m your little whore, chef) she said, leaning in and kissing me deeply. I chuckle softly in to her mouth, squeezing her bum.
“Tu as une bouche bien sale, Bebe” (you have a filthy mouth baby) I told her, brushing her curls from her in front of her eyes. “Le temps de manger ma douceur, c’est un grand” (it’s time to eat, my sweetness, you have an important day tomorrow.) I said and she raises her eyebrows.
“What’re we doin?” She asked, sitting on the bed as told and opening the pizza box.
“Patience, mon petit lapin” (patience, my little bunny) I smooth her hair gently and kissed the top of her head before taking off my shirt and dress pants, slipping on my pajamas before sitting down.
“Can I get a hint?” She pleads, taking a piece of pizza out and having a bite.
“Pas de conseils, seulement de la patience.” (No hints, only patience) I told her, grabbing a slice for myself and having a bite.
“Je suis impressionné par ton bébé, français, as-tu étudié sans moi?” (I'm impressed by your French baby, did you study without me?) She said softly, and I furrow my brow, thinking as I chew.
“Je sous…” (I’m under) I repeat as I think to myself, “why? Did I say something wrong?” I pout a bit, looking at her, thinking she was saying she was under impressed with my French and that I should be studying more.
“Bebe, Je suis, suis, my love, Je, Suis” she said, sweetly.
“Ohhhh- ohh…you are impressed, not under impressed” I smiled a bit and she rolls her eyes playfully.
“”Mon ours n’a jamais rien fait d’autre que m'impressionner ” (my bear, never does anything but impress me.) she strokes my cheek gently. “Mon sexy homme” (my sexy man) she whispered and gently brushed back my hair.
I blushed more, my cheeks surely being a shade of bright red that matched hers. “Je t’aime mon gros ours sexy” she said and I smirked, knowing ‘I love you my big sexy bear’ anywhere
“Oooo” she said happily as she opened the box of mozzarella sticks. “Oooo!!! And you got extra sauce! I love you so so much” she kisses my cheek and I chuckle.
“You and cheese, I swear you’re half mouse sometimes” I tease and she giggled, dipping it in the sauce and taking a bite.
“Mmmm-“ she hums before continuing “I would love to be a mouse. Would you love me still if you woke up one morning and there was a note on my pillow that a fae turned me into a mouse? Would you keep me?” She asked, dunking again and taking another bite.
I snort, “a mouse? I mean…we couldn’t have sex anymore so that would suck, but it would be you. Wait- would you love me if you were a mouse?” I asked taking a bite of my pizza.
“Of course- well..maybe more so because I would fully depend on you to translate for me, unless I was a mouse that could speak. In which case you’d not need a note because you’d wake up to me making a comfy little nest in your hair and I’d tell you I was a mouse and now I’d sleep on your head like Ratatouille. Ooo and during the day I could sit on your shoulder, you could carry me around in your pocket!!” She ruffles my hair playfully and I smile, shaking my head at her adorable constant need to discuss out of this world scenarios and how we’d each react to them.
“That would be very fun, well- maybe it would put off customers if they knew the head chef walks around with a mouse on his shoulder, but I wouldn’t care cause we’d get to be together all the time ma petit souris” (my little mouse) I shrugged with a smile, taking another bite.
She smiles proudly, gently kissing my jaw. “Ahh en francais? Quel bon garçon” (ah in French? What a good boy) she praised softly, squeezing my bicep sweetly, kissing my shoulder. “Mmm what about…” she picks her pizza back up, taking a bite and thinking for a moment “oo!! What if right now like - I just burst into glitter. Like. Poof and was gone? What would you do?” she giggled and I laughed.
“Where did you go?! I would find you obviously, or I’d never stop looking for you. I’d give up everything and become a private investigator to find you” I shrug, poking her cheek playfully.
“No like dead gone what if I spontaneously combusted into glitter and like- that was my death. I’m gone. Poof. Nothing more then little sparkly granules” she muses and I raise my eyebrows.
“Dead? Well…I’d probably start sobbing and be on my hands and knees picking up every little piece to keep in a bag forever and I’d take it with me everywhere.” I said and she pouted.
“Stop you are too sweet. I thought you were gonna be like ‘welp guess I’m gettin the vacuum out’ “ she laughs and I gasp, poking her belly.
“The vacuum?! What - was that what your answer was gonna be?” I chuckled and she grinned wide.
“Maaaybe. But of course I’d be kidding!!!! Ooo maybe I’d turn you in to a pretty eyeshadow.” She pecks my lips and I squeeze her cheeks with my hand gently, a pout forming on her lips at the action.
“Y’re fuckin weird and I love it” I smooch her lips again and she giggles in to my mouth lightly.
When we were finished eating, she took her regular spot on my lap as she scrolled through videos on her phone, giggling and sending some of them to Sadie.
Shit. Sadie. She has to be on a fuckin plane like- now.
I clear my throat “s’rry bunny, can you uh- I gotta go to the bathroom.” I said and she rolls off me without looking up, stretching herself out on her side of the bed. I slickly grab my phone without her noticing and go off to the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning against it.
I found Sadie’s contact and hit dial, praying to god she was up and would see it or at least answer it if it woke her up. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding when I heard her pick up.
“What did you do” she grumbles in to the phone, knowing that I’d usually only ever call her this late if I’d fucked up majorly and had to have her talk Winnie down from a freak out.
“N-nothing. No- sorry f’wakin’ you- listen, I’m gonna get on Google and get you, Eva, and Richie a flight. Listen to me Sadie I can only say it once she’s probably listening you know how she is. I got tickets! 5 tickets!! Fuckin floor” I said quietly in to the phone, knowing she’d know exactly what I was talking about since every time she Winnie and I would hang out, my cellphone and laptop would both be held hostage as they forced me to scoure different Internet forums and Facebook groups trying to find tickets for them.
“ARE YOU FUCKING ME RIGHT NOW?!?! SHES GONNA FUCKING SHIT HERSELF AND THROW UP- NO- SHES GONNA EXPLODE. HOW DID YOU FUCKING MANAGE!!” She shrieks in to the phone so loudly I had to remove it from my ear and I could still hear her perfectly.
“Shhhhhh!! Shhh! Contain your screaming for tomorrow night - and don’t tell her she won’t be able to sleep. But fill in Richie, I’m gonna buy your flights and hotel rooms and shit and send it to you in a groupchat, and please for the love of god- if you can, go help him pack- the last time he went on a fuckin trip the jagoff took a rediculous amount of socks but somehow forgot a shirt? Just please- Eva is gonna be so torn up if he forgets something” I plead and she laughs.
“Noted. Did you need me to go get Pooh’s shit?” She asked
“No- wait fuck the bracelets? Her special bracelets the uh- the ones on that hand heart thing in her room. All of em - and she has a-a bucket in her closet full of em she’s been makin em every day pretty much she wants to like give em out or somethin. Put em in a bag- wait- no don’t mix them.” I said nervously fuck. Planning a concert this intense is not my forte.
“I got it I got it. How the fuck did you secure those tickets, Carmen?” She asked
“Bear! Bear come look come LOOK!!” Winnie squeaks from the other room “PEOPLE SAY TAYLOR WAS THE SPECIAL GUEST ON JIMMY KIMMEL TONIGHT DID YOU SEE HER BACK THERE?!”
Fuckin shit. Leave it to Taylor’s cult to be tracking her every move. Hell- what am I saying the cults president is outside the door.
“Gotta go” I whisper in to the phone and hung up quickly, taking a deep breath.
“Really baby? I uh- no- no way, I’m sure that she has so much security I was on a whole other side of the building I bet.” I call back as casually as I could, my fingers shaking as I went online and finding the earliest flights I could.
“Carmen we were sharing air.” She said, starstruck. “Sharing AIR BABE” she repeats and I laugh, some of my tension desolving.
“Mm one step closer to meeting the leader” I teased as I quickly check out with 3 plane tickets in to JFK thank god the site had Apple Pay so I didn’t have to sneakily grab my wallet.
“Come onnn are you almost done? I wanna snuggle” she whines and I sigh softly to myself, hiding anything from her is the absolute worst.
“Mm a few more minutes baby” I said, calling the hotel we were staying at currently.
“Ritz Carlton front desk, how can I help you?” The woman on the end answered.
“Hello I- I um - I’m staying here? Like- now? A-and I am gonna be having guests come I need to add 2 rooms for tomorrow on to my reservation? I’m in room 313” I said quietly hoping Winnie couldn’t hear.
“Oh! Alright, there are 2 rooms available on floor 3, room 388 and room 389, both have a king size bed should this suffice?” She asks.
“Sure that’s great” I said rubbing my chin nervously.
“And how many guests?” She asks
“Three” I reply, hearing her type and click around on her computer.
“And their names please.” She said.
“Sadie Adamu, and Richie and Eva Jerimovich” I said quietly.
“Oh ok so Adamu can you spell that?” She said and I run my hand through my hair anxiously.
“A-d-a-m-u. And Jerimovich is J-e-r-i-m-o-v-i-c-h “ I replied, biting my lip when I hear Winnie again.
“Who’re you talkin’ to bear?” She calls. I squeeze my eyes shut
Fuckin hell.
“Alright! Got it all in the system, check in is at 2 pm, is there anything el-“ I cut her off
“Nope! Thanks bye” I quickly hang up the phone and took a deep breath and put my phone back in my pocket, rubbing over my face.
“Bear?” She called again.
I opened the bathroom door and see her laying cuddled up in a ball on my side of the bed, holding the phone only a few inches from her face.
“Give em’ “ I extend my hand with a grin and she rolls her eyes, sitting up a bit and squinting at the nightstand.
“Threw em there” she points at the nightstand generally before plopping back down.
“You are a crusty little thing mon souris” (my mouse) I pick up her contacts from the nightstand and go toss them in the bin before coming back and laying down after flicking off the lamp.
“Who were you talkin to?” She asked, looking over at me.
“Oh uh- Syd…she sent this voice note askin’ about the schedule I was just explaining some stuff to ‘er” I said casually, genuinely surprised I was able to come up with a lie on the spot.
“Oh, ok” she said and turned her phone off, grabbing her kindle and snuggling in to my chest.
“Tv off please” she mutters and I silently thank god she was giving in to her exhaustion.
“Oui ma cherie” (yes my darling) I kissed her forehead lightly and grabbed the remote,clicking the tv off and putting the remote on the nightstand before settling in and sighing softly.
“Mm. s’quiet without your thing.” I said, alluding to her noise machine. She snorts a laugh.
“It’s cute that you miss it” she said, turning the brightness down on her tablet. I wrap my arm around her waist, tucking my other hand between her thighs per usual.
“What’re you readin’ Angel?” I asked, stroking her stomach with my hand gently.
“Our book” she said softly and I hum.
“Which part?” I question quietly and she taps the screen so it’d flip to the next page
“Favorite one” she hums and I smiled softly.
“Up for reading t’me, miel?” (Honey)
“Any time ours” (Bear) she said before beginning.
“ ‘Open your heart, and someone will come. Someone will come for you, Edward. But first, you must open your heart.’ Said the old doll. ‘I am done with being loved. And I am done with loving- for it’s too painful.’ Edward replied. ‘Oh pish’ said the doll. ‘Where is your courage?’ She asked Edward. ‘Somewhere else, I guess’ he replied. ‘You disappoint me.’ She said. ‘You, Edward, disappoint me greatly. If you have no further intention of loving or being loved, then this whole journey is pointless. You might as well leap from this shelf, and let yourself shatter into a million little pieces. Get it over with. Get it all over now.’ Edward couldn’t come up with a response, so he stared out the window, and he saw his beloved stars. But for the first time In his life, he’d felt no comfort by their sparkling presence, shining back at him through the curtians. He instead, felt mocked. ‘You are down there all alone.’ The stars seemed to say to him. ‘And we are up here, in the constellations together.’ - ‘But…I have been loved.’ Edward thinks at the stars. ‘What difference does that make, when you’re all alone now?’ The stars seem to say back.
And Edward could think of no answer to that question.”
I made sure to get up early, knowing Winnie would be sleeping as long as I’d let her. I got dressed and brushed my teeth before heading out to go get her breakfast.
I stopped at chick fil a, getting her favorite meal in the morning time, and then went to this floral shop that was on the way back that i’d passed a cute flower shop on the walk back to the hotel that i’d passed a million times on my commute to work while living here, picking out a big bouquet of pink, purple, yellow and blue flowers. Lover colors Winnie will say when she sees them. At the counter while I was checking out there were big foil heart shaped ‘I love you’ balloons, so, of course I got one of those as well.
I quietly opened the hotel room door, setting the flowers tied to the balloon on my side of the bed and setting the food bags down on her nightstand. I gently sat down on her end of the bed, the dip of my weight causing her to stir and reach out for me on my side, but when she instead felt the paper of the bouquet she opened her eyes, blinking a few times and looking back at me.
“G’mornin sleeping beauty.” I said softly, taking her hand and kissing it after she got a good stretch in.
“Mmm. Glasses please, are those flowers?” She asks sleepily, sitting up and yawning. I hand them to her and she puts them on, pouting.
“Bear, oh my god c’mere” she flops into my arms and hugs me tight. “I love you, thank you. Y’re the best boyfriend in the whole wide world” she kisses my neck sweetly and I rub her back, smiling and kissing her head gently.
“No I just try and show my baby how much she deserves” I pull her into my lap, kissing all over her face and she giggles.
“Stoppp I have morning breath” she whines shying her face into my chest and I rub her hair gently.
“Mmm smells ok t’me angel, c’mon I got your favorite,” I grab the bag and she gasps happily, taking it from me and giving me a big kiss.
“You’re the best” she said again, sitting in her spot criss cross and looking up, following the string of the balloon and she looks back at the flowers, then the balloon again and her lip starts to quiver.
“Bear” she whispers “Y’re too good” she said, tears pooling her eyes at the thoughtful gesture.
“No tears baby, you know if you cry, I cry” I clear my throat, wiping under her eyes gently. It was my biggest weakness, and I’m not a cryer. Usually, for anything else, but for some reason, when she starts to cry- I can’t help it. It’s totally uncontrollable.
“ ‘m sorry” she sniffles and takes my hand, kissing gently. “I just…I love you bear. So so much” she said and I smiled, tucking her hair gently behind her ear.
“I love you more baby, look-” I opened up the bag for her, grabbing the little ‘chicken minis’ she loved and setting them in her lap as well as the hashbrowns and the many sauces.
“They always hound me about the bigger bottle- and I have to tell them every time ‘no she only likes this sauce with this food but she wants to have enough’ “ I explained, grabbing the many little packets of ‘Polynesian’ and their house sauce she loved so much.
She giggled, opening up the hashbrowns. “You’re the cutest” she said, dipping a hash brown in to the sauce and popping it in her mouth.
“Oh!” I said and grab her frozen coffee out of the little drink carrier, and popping a straw in for her “extra chocolate, for my honey of course” I said and set it down on the nightstand.
“I fall more in love with you every day, mon ours” (my bear) she leans forward, pecking my lips. “Open” she said softly and I oblige. She popped a hash brown in my mouth and I amile gratefully.
“Y’got food too I hope” she said and I nod as I chew.
“Mmhmm, their chicken one” I opened up the smaller bag, grabbing out 2 of the chicken biscuits I’d gotten for myself and she laughs.
“Yeah? Their chicken one?” She repeats and I raise my eyebrow, looking at her. “All they serve is chicken, baby” she giggled and I roll my eyes smiling.
“A chicken biscuit. Two actually” I snort, grabbing the ranch packets out of my bag.
“Mmm” she hums as she sips her coffee. “They always get it right when you get it bear they never make it this chocolatey for me. The girls at the counter must think you’re cute.” She muses teasingly, eating one of her little brioche chicken things that she was convinced I couldn’t replicate perfectly, no matter how much I’d tried.
I really think she just loves to see me keep yearning to impress her, frisky little devil.
“I think that you just like it more when Y’re happy little butt gets to stay snuggled up in bed, and it taste better cause you didn’t have to work for it” I teased and she laughs, scrunching her nose adorably.
“Maaaaybeee - but don’t pretend like every time we go out you aren’t getting hit on, mister sexy chef” she splays her legs over my lap, crossing her ankles.
“Oh yeah” I roll my eyes, taking a bite of my sandwich after pouring a good amount of ranch on. “Totally - like you remember that lady at Coach yesterday when I didn’t know that bag was like 30k and she told me to ‘get my sticky fingers off that bag’ she was all over me, babe“ I snort and she laughs, leaning against the headboard.
“Dude - I’m surprised I didn’t fucking jump her with the way she was talking to us. I am never getting a coach bag now baby, don’t even think about it. Syd was right- Prada was the way to go. I can’t waittt to show her oh my god. Sadie is gonna flip” she said and I smiled, nodding. Mmhmm when she gets here in about 3 hours, she and you will both be flipping out.
“Oh! Shit! I didn’t check” she put down her food, grabbing her phone and going on to the Ticketmaster app and my eyes widen. They better not be dropping tickets today. I wanted to wait for Sadie to get here and tell her together and if she tries to buy them i’ll have no choice.
“Oh- I already did baby. I did as soon as I got up” I lied, feeling the envelope in my inner breast pocket containing the tickets burning a hole in to me. The taste of the words on my tongue were bitter knowing they held no truth, but this was a good lie. A lie that will make her ultimately happy.
“Oh…” she pouts sadly, her shoulders hunching slightly in defeat as she refreshes the empty Ticketmaster page just in case. “I feel selfish…but…I just love her s’much. I know I’ve seen her already but-“ she sighs, shaking her head. “I know it’s bratty, but Sadie and I have the most fun at her concerts. I don’t even know how she’d get here in time, what am I even saying. And I didn’t even take my outfit.” She puts her phone down. “No taylor talk today, ok? It’ll just make me sad.” She took a sip of coffee and I nodded, rubbing her leg gently.
My heart ached seeing her so upset. I felt the words pressing at the back of my throat begging to come out, to comfort her, to tell her ‘it’s ok baby I got them already Sadie’s on her way, Richie and Eva are coming! This is everything the three of you have been talking about since she announced it, I love you angel please be happy.’
But instead, I squeeze her calf gently. “No taylor talk.” I nod. When we’d finished eating, she had gone to have a ‘everything’ shower which was code for ‘leave me alone, I need to get shit done’ shower, and I picked up the room, throwing our garbage away and setting the flowers on the desk for her.
I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and when I saw it was Richie calling I picked it up right away.
“Guess where we are cousinnn!!” He said excitedly in to the phone
“Cousin Carmy were coming to see you AND TAYLOR SWIFT!!” Eva squeals excitedly and I chuckle.
“Jesus Christ I’m deaf” I hear Sadie grumble.
“Someone doesn’t like mornings, Cousin you send a drill sergeant that hates mornings to my house at 5 am to announce we’re seeing Taylor swift?!” He asks and I chuckle.
“Staff Sergeant. Thank you!” She snips and I snorted.
“Cause I know a Marine is the only person that could get your ass out of bed before first light on a day off, how far out are you?” I asked, sitting on the bed.
“Well we got the rental, Sadie is driving - the GPS saysss….” He groans. “An hour and forty six minutes with traffic” he grumbled.
“Welcome to New York, cousin. Let me know when you guys get here and drop off your shit. We’re in room 313 y’guys are gonna be 388 and 389” I said
“I want 389!” Sadie and Eva said at the same time and I crinkle my brows.
“What’s with- oh my god” I roll my eyes. “Cause of 1989? I can’t stand you guys…” I chuckle.
“She can have it cause I’m so mature” Sadie teased and I snort.
“Thanks, bug. I’ll s’ya soon. Drive safe.” I said before ending the call. I heard the water cut off, Winnie belting to Taylor songs per usual.
I took the opportunity while she was still in the bathroom to call and make a reservation at Freemans - for tomorrow afternoon, a spot Winnie had been gushing about ever since none other than Taylor was seen there a while back.
I had no shame this time in mentioning my first and last name, knowing they’d pull out every stop for us since the host asked if I was the owner of the bear, the restaurants owner must know of me.
The door clicks open just after I hang up and Winnie paused her music, coming out in a pair of panties and one of my white shirts, her hair still dry since I assume she tied it back.
“Hey hey” she said, coming and sitting in my lap. I rub my hand up her thigh gently.
“Hey beautiful, you have a nice shower?” I mutter in to her neck, gently kissing a trail of butterfly kisses up to her jaw.
“Mmhmm” she interlocks our fingers, gently squeezing my hand. “What’s my surprise? I love your surprises, Bear” she kisses my lips sweetly and I raise my eyebrows in surprise her fuckin memory sometimes she always remembers the shit she shouldn’t.
“Mmm” I hum softly into the kiss, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip and kissing her deeper, running my hands up her sides, hoping if I fluster her enough the question will slip her mind.
She moaned softly, running her fingers through my hair and tugging lightly, scratching at the places she knew made me melt into her.
“Baby” she said into my lips. “What’re you hiding from me” she kissed the corner of my mouth gently and I look up at her, my cheeks bright pink.
I’m not the one that’s supposed to be flustered right now.
I bit my lip gently and rest my forehead on her chest, not wanting to look at her pleading hazel eyes.
“s’a surprise honey” I said into her shirt. She rubbed my back gently.
“Will I get my surprise today?” She asked.
“Course, like less then 2 hours yeah? Not much longer baby” I kiss her collar bones gently and she moves to straddle my waist, my hands moving down to cup the flesh of her backside as I usually did when she sat like this to support her.
“S’we have enough time to play” she said softly in my ear, pushing up the hem of my shirt. Her cold hands made my abs and stomach tighten, hissing softly at the contact.
“Ye’ baby - fuck Y’re hands are freezing.” I squeeze her ass gently, resting my head back as she kisses my neck and throat, gently nibbling along my jaw.
“Then warm me up bear” she whispered into my skin.
𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯
“Fuckfuckfuck y-yours- i’m yours, no one could ever make me feel so good, Carmy” I whine out, tugging his hair as he devours me. Icy blue eyes darkened with lust were piercing my gaze, his nose nudging my clit causing me to let out a breathy moan as his tongue plunged in and out of my core.
“That’s right, I fuckin own this pussy baby” he said hotly, my arousal dripping down his chin, his lips plump and oh so pink from the delicious assault on the place I needed him most.
“Please” I said, tears from the overwhelming pleasure were gathering in the corners of my eyes at this point, and he had been practically humping the mattress to get himself off as he ravished me. I knew he wanted me as much as I needed him.
“Please what honey?” He sat up, one knee on the bed, hovering over me, his chain dangling in my face as he rubs my clit. I writhe and squirm beneath his touch, already 2 orgasms deep but I was drunk off the pleasure. I couldn’t tell him to stop, it was like a high I never wanted to come off of.
“F-ahh” my hips buck wildly, eyes screwing shut and nose scrunching as that oh so familiar intense wave of pleasure begins crashing at the dam doors of my stomach.
“Fuck me, fuckmefuckme Bear, pleeeeaseeee” I beg out pulling him in to a deep kiss. He huffs a chuckle in to my mouth, taking his hand away from my center to pull himself free, covering his cock in my arousal that was soaking his hand.
“Y’gonna be a good girl ‘n not get greedy? Mm? I don’t want y’t’be sore baby” he said, lining himself up at my entrance.
I huff sassily. “I want all of your cock, not just a little” I pout and he puts his tip in, my mouth quickly dropping in pleasure and eyes fluttering shut. I grabbed his hand, wrapping it around my throat and looking up at him.
“Mmm you wanna be my little whore?” He coos, leaning in and kissing my lips sweetly.
“Please…” I said softly and I moan as I felt his hand tighten around my throat and he sinks in further.
“Fuck- s’fuckin tight Angel” his grip around my throat tightens a bit as he tries to hold himself back from rutting in to me fully before he stretched me out.
I bit my lip, my eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure at the mix of the lightness filling my head and the warmth it brought.
“Feel good princess?” He pushes in deeper and I moan in response.
“S’so good Carm- fuck I love your cock” I whine out, my back arching when he hits my gspot.
“Half way baby. Be my g’girl.” He strokes my throat with his thumb gently and I nod quickly.
“I’m trying, feels fuckin amazing bear I can’t help it” I said and he kisses around my chest, sucking on my nipple and grunting in to me when he felt my core tighten around him as I was brought to the very tip of the edge.
“Let go” he said as he pushed in fully, the sensation causing my third orgasm to wash over me like a harsh crack of hot lightning. My walls clench around him pulsingly, my back arching and hot thick strings of cries, whines, and moans between curses spilled from my lips.
He released his hold on my neck, pressing his lips to my forehead, thrusting harder faster. “Mmm fuck. Can y’give me another one honey? C’mon, I know my good girl can give me another one.” He muttered and I smile up at him, kissing his jaw gently.
“So determined Bear- mmm- there-there don’t fuckin move, there. I-I promise I’ll give you another” I plead, my nails dragging down his back and he moaned at the contact.
“Shit yesss baby. Fuckin scratch me up please I love that shit fuck Y’re like a horny little cat” he grunts, fucking in to the same spot harder, holding himself up by the mattress.
The only sounds leading my lips were incoherent mumbled profanities and short ‘uh-uh-uh’ as he pounded me harder in to the mattress. A few short minutes later I was cumming again soaking is thighs and all the way up to his stomach, he grunts approvingly.
“Fuuuck that’s my good girl. Shiiit y’re so fuckin’ wet baby. My messy little girl” he praises and I feel my cheeks heat, a warm pool of liquid settling by the dip of my bum.
“Shit m’sorry I didn’t mean to make such a mess” I said embarrassedly and he shook his head lightly.
“Babe its hot as fuck. I wish I could make you do this every fuckin time.” He holds my breasts to keep them from bouncing, thumbing my nipples over my jewlery as he continues snapping his hips.
I whine, my hips arching up in overstimulation but that just burried him deeper. I cry out and he quickly puts his arm under my hips to support them, holding me in that position.
“Holy fuckkkk” he moans out, eyes fluttering shut in bliss and head falling back as he picks up his pace. “Fuck Angel you are fuckin perfect. Here touch Y’re belly baby, feel me” he kisses along my neck and I reach my hand down, gasping as I press on my stomach and feel his cock driving in and out of me.
“Fuck oh my god” I said, a laugh falling from my lips followed by a moan, “wow. This is what they mean when they say rearrange my guts” I kiss him deeply, tugging his curls firmly between my fingers and he moans into my mouth.
“Sh-iiiit s-so close…” he whined out and I smile lazily, kissing a trail of gentle kisses over his jaw as he continued. His thrusts were becoming stuttering, sloppy, and much less powerful. Now it was my turn to push him over the ledge.
“je t'aime, mon ours” (I love you, my bear) I whisper sweet and sensually in his ear, and he grunted, spilling in to me with one final thrust, bottoming out and slamming our lips together in a heated, wanting kiss, keeping himself buried deep inside me while his cock pulses through his comedown.
“I fuckin love you Winnow” he breathes in to my skin leaving wet hot kisses over my chest and collarbones.
He rolls over, laying next to me and catching his breath. “We need to shower” he said after a while of cuddling and I look at him, my brows furrowing.
“Why” I question, resting my hand on his chest and wrapping my leg around his.
“Cause we got things t’do baby, y’re surprise” he smiled a bit, patting my bum gently.
“My legs are useless at the moment. You want me t’shower I need t’be carried” I mused, gently running my fingers over the curve of his abs.
“Mmhmm that can be arranged” he grabs his phone, angling it away so I couldn’t see who he was texting before turning the phone back normal and googling the hotel we’re staying at, calling the front desk.
Okay, he’s really hiding something.
“Yeah hey- me and my uh…” he looks down at me “wife- we need the sheets changed in room 313…yeah- nope that’s fine we’re gonna be in the bathroom so- alright. Yup, thank you.” He said and hung up. I wiggle my eyebrows.
“Wife?” I teased with a big grin.
His cheeks go pink. “You know I’ll make you my wife someday. People seem t’take us as like… a legit couple when I say that…when I just call you my girl people think we’re kids ‘er somethin” he rubs my back lightly.
“Mmm…i’m just teasin’ baby..but- I dunno… I like that- it just sounds right coming from your mouth. I never thought of myself as wifey material but…Winnow Berzatto. That sounds nice, don’t ya think?” I kiss his collarbones and he swallows thickly.
“Yeah…yeah I uh- I kept thinkin’ about that last night when they called you that..I liked that a lot too..” he said softly, stroking my hair.
“Well” I stick up my ring finger, wiggling it in front of his face “Whenever you’re ready, I’m waiting” I peck his lips and he hums, deepening our kiss and running his hand up my side.
“Thank you baby” he said, resting his forehead on mine. “F’r bein’ so patient w’me” he said quietly, rubbing my lower back in small circles.
“ ‘fcourse Carm, I’d wait forever for you” I kiss his nose and he smiles big, a blush painting his cheeks a cherry red.
“Y’wont need to wait that long baby, I’m just…just gettin’ my shit together” he sighs a bit, rubbing his hand up my back. “C’mon koala, up” he pats my bum and I release his leg, sitting up against the headboard.
He stood up, coming to my side and I lifted my arms. He lifted me up simply, holding me bridal style and carrying me to the bathroom.
“Mmm mon gros ours sexy, et fort..” (mm my big strong, sexy bear..) I said into his ear, nibbling his earlobe with my teeth and he sets me down on the bathroom counter with a smile.
“Tu es déja ton…” (you already got your…) he stops, thinking for a moment “ahhh Tu es déja ton remplis ma sale cherie.” (You already got your fill my dirty darling) he smiled proudly, turning on the water.
“Ooohhh look at mon petit ours français sexy” (oooh look at my sexy little french bear) I giggled, crossing my ankles and leaning against the mirror.
“Mmhmm, I have the sexiest little professor” he comes over, kissing my lips sweetly. I hum in to the kiss, playing with his curls gently. We made out until the bathroom was thick with steam, and our lips didn’t disconnect as we stepped into the oversized walk in shower.
He rested my back against the wall, hands firmly supporting my bum as he held me up, my ankles crossed at his tailbone, thighs squeezing his waist gently. I smiled, my eyes fluttering shut and resting my forehead on his shoulder as he kissed my neck.
“Feels good Bear…Y’gonna mark me up, Carmy?mm? Show everyone you own me?” I bit down on the ball of his shoulder playfully and he groans in satisfaction.
“Not yet baby, Y’gonna wanna take pictures today” he said softly, leaving sweet tender kisses along my jaw bone to my lips. “Cmon princess, can I set you down and get y’washed up? We can’t be late” he pleads.
I sigh softly “fine. Now I’m interested though, I know you like takin’ pictures of me, but I rarely think to take them myself. What’re you up to, Bear?” I sit down on the marble bench built in to the shower as soon as he’d set me down, my legs still feeling quite shakey under me.
“It’s a surprise princess, I told you.” He grabbed my body wash and a washcloth, sudsing it up “c’mere stinky” he teases and I gasp, feigning great offense, clutching my necklace.
“Stinky?! You made me stinky!! With all your man sweat.” I stick out my tongue at him and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist and hoisting me to my feet, gently washing over my body.
“Oh yeah, but if I remember you were all pleasepleaseplease begging for my stink missy” he mimics me and I gasp, hitting his chest lightly and laughing.
“Do not make fun of me, y’know what- fine. I’ll just suck your soul out later and then mock you when we’re done about how your like ‘aughhhh ah-ooo-shit, fuck honey yesss” I mimicked his whines and shrugged.
He laughs “Whatever was left of my soul you’ve already sucked out months ago, little vampire. So good luck cause I’m all dry.” he teased.
By the time we were done in the shower, I had felt much better. The hot water worked it’s magic on my sore muscles, and Carmy even laid with me and was giving me a long, relaxing lotion massage.
He's really laying this whole surprise thing on thick.
“Baby” I said softly, looking down at him and his gaze meets mine, continuing to massage my hip since it was so tight after everything this morning and having to walk around in heels last night.
A blush comes to my cheeks and my throat suddenly felt tight, I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about my question, but I also didn’t want him to do anything just to appease me.
“Are you…is the surprise proposing? Cause I don’t want …I don’t want to get married until you’re ready baby I’m ok with my necklace I don’t need a ring I know you love me” I said softly and he smiles, nodding.
“No baby, I’m not. Sorry if that’s disappointing, but like I said, I promise at some point, I will- and I don’t think you’d be able to handle all that excitement t’night.” He kissed my knee gently and continued on massaging.
“Oh..ok” I said and went back to scrolling through twitter on my phone. He digs his phone out of his pocket when it buzzes immediately, almost too quick, and sends a fast response before setting it on the bed and patting my hip gently.
“Put on some pants, can’t be poohin’ it we have guests comin’” he teased. I giggled at the silly joke. Whenever he’d come over and I was in nothing but panties and a shirt, he’d always say I was “living up to my name” since Winnie the Pooh never wears pants.
“Who’s visiting?” I asked, getting up and grabbing my fluffy pajama pants.
“You’ll see princess” he hums, taking a dress bag out of his suitcase and a black bag, hanging them on the closet door as there was a knock.
“Y’wanna get the door angel?” He asked and I raised a brow, slipping my feet into my bear paw slippers and shuffling over to the door, pulling it open.
“WINNIE!!” Eva runs in and hugs my legs and hips tightly as I stood there, jaw dropped to see Richie and Sadie standing there.
“Guys!? What are you doing here?” I picked Eva up, kissing all over her face. “You came to Visit us pipsqueak?!” I asked her excitedly.
“Cousin Carmy has a SURPRISE TELL HER CARMY TELL HER” she yelled at him.
“Shhhh, shh baby people are sleepin come on” I giggled at her excitement, letting them in the door and setting her down gently.
I give Sadie a big hug “SadieBug what the fuck!!” I giggle squeezing her tightly. “Why the hell are you guys here?” I give Richie a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Y’still didnt tell ‘er?” Richie asked Carm, who was already picking up Eva and throwing her on to the bed, one of her favorite games when we’d stay at a hotel. She giggles wildly, each time she flew in to the pillows she’d squeal happily and sit up.
“Again! Again!” And leap back into his arms.
“No I was waitin’ for you guys, okay one more Eva then we gotta give Winnie her surprise yeah?” He asks and she nods happily.
“Okay, one…two…thrreee!!” He swings her between each count, hurling her carefully in to the bed on three and she laughs excitedly, standing up and jumping.
“Winnie come sit!” She said plopping down on her bum and bouncing at the force of the mattress, giggling as she did so.
“She slept most the way from the airport, so that’s why she’s a little wound up” Richie said, causing me to giggle.
I was so caught up in how fuckin cute Carmy was with Eva that I completely forgot why they were here in the first place.
“Okay nowww do I get my surprise?” I asked Carm, walking up and wrapping my arms loosely around his neck, looking up at him with big doe eyes.
“Yes baby but I think you should sit, yeah?” He gently nudges me to sit on the bed and I do so.
“Should I be scared?” I raise my eyebrow and Sadie laughs.
“No dude. Just listen” she crossed her arms as Carm took a white envelope out of his inner breast pocket, his first and last name written on the outside.
“So, honey” he sits next to me and offers the envelope. “I love you, so much. All I want is f’r you to be happy okay? I would go to the ends of the earth to make you happy. And I know that you’d do the same f’me…and I hope that this shows you, that I will always find a way to make what you want happen okay, every time.” He kisses my forehead tenderly and I pout at his words, cupping his cheeks and giving him a sweet kiss.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever, I love you” I said softly.
“Yuck” Eva said from behind us and I look at her.
“And You’re a stinky baby” I tease, poking her belly and she pouts
“Hey!” She crosses her arms and Richie chuckled.
“You’re yucky too Carmy” she pokes him in the back with her foot and he snorts.
“Open your gift Angel” he wraps his arm around me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
I gently pull open the envelope, taking out a stack of…concert tickets?
Taylor Swift - THE ERAS TOUR LIVE - Sponsored by Capital One With special Guests; BOYGENIUS & Sabrina Carpenter
ADMIT 1 FLRL R2 S13 Saturday, June 20, 2025 TICKETMASTER EVENT
Blood roars in my ears, my heart starts thumping so hard I can feel it in my stomach, my throat, everywhere. I flicked through the tickets, there were five. My jaw was basically on the floor, my stomach was doing flips, it felt as if I could pass out.
“Mmm? What’s Taylor say? We’re goin out T’night baby” he kisses my cheek and I look at him, tears pooling my eyes.
There were so many thoughts in my mind, I couldn’t even settle on one. I looked back at the tickets, sure they’d turn in to something else if I stared at them hard enough.
“Daddy..is Winnie ok she looks scared?” Eva whispered to Richie and I laughed and laughed, tears streaming down my face and I hug Carmen so tightly he actually groans a bit beneath my grasp.
“Fuck wow baby when did you get so strong?” He chuckled and I release him slightly.
“I don’t wanna scare people by screaming? I dunno what to do baby” I said, kissing his neck gently. “What am I even gonna wear?” I whisper and he wipes my cheeks
“No tears,” he said softly, kissing my forehead. “I don’t wanna get all w’rked up baby” he rubs my back soothingly.
I nod, wiping over my face. “I know, sorry, sorry. But I- I forgot my bodysuit what am I gonna do?” I said, my heart breaking. “W-were gonna be s’close and she won’t see it. I worked so hard Carmy” I said and he broke our hug, walking over to the closet and unzipping the black dress bag.
Revealing my blue bodysuit.
I squeal and run, jumping into his arms and kissing his face all over “and you’re coming with us?” I asked and he nods, smiling wide.
“I am and I can get all your videos, and pictures, and I can get your merch and everything baby you just have to enjoy the show” he said and I felt tears welling up behind my eyes again.
“You’re perfect.” I whispered and kissed him lovingly.
“Okay lovebirds” Sadie snaps her fingers. “We have a stadium to be at in” she looks at her Apple Watch. “4 hours if you wanna trade bracelets, and chop-chop if I’m curling your hair, Pooh” she tells me and I sniffle, wiping my face and getting down off him.
“Girls are gonna need the bathroom” I told him and he nods, rubbing my back gently.
“Course babe. Why don’t you guys have a little get ready party in here. Y’want me and Richie to go to the liquor store n’ stuff so you and Sadie can pregame?” He tucks my hair behind my ear sweetly.
I smile wide. “Carmen fucking Berzatto I fall in love with you more each second” I kiss him deeply, cupping his cheeks and stroking his fingers with my thumbs.
“Jesus Christ are they always like this? My god” Richie said
“Told you, yucky daddy.” Eva replied and I giggle
“Only every second of every day. I think I know this guys side profile more then his frontal because of how much they suck face” Sadie said, earning a laugh out of all 4 of us.
“Back” Carmen called as he came into the hotel room, knocking on the bathroom door.
“Come in!” I called over the music.
“Oh my goodness Richie who’s this young lady?” Carm said when he saw Evas hair that I’d already curled for her and pinned back with glittery barrettes that would match her outfit.
She giggled, “thank you! Daddy, look!! Winnie did my hair how Sadie will do hers!!” She stood up off the edge of the honeymoon tub, spinning so her curls would be shown off.
“Wooow look at you pumpkin! You are a little Taylor swift” he comes and picks her up.
“C’mon let’s go get you dressed, We’ll come back after you have some lunch” he told her and she pouted.
“I want drinks!” She said causing Sadie, Carm and I to laugh.
“Girl no it’s big kid drinks.” Sadie said, continuing on her makeup.
“Mmhmm that’s right, pipsqueak. We’re gonna see you again real soon yeah? And we’ll go to the concert together” I told her and she nodded.
“Bear” I said sweetly when the door closed after they left.
“Honey” he repeats, mimicking my tone causing me to giggle.
“Can you make Sadie and I some doubles, s’il te plaît?” (Please) I flutter my lashes at him adorably and he snorts.
“Y’know I love doin’ stuff for you baby, Y’don’t have to give me the theatrics every time” he pecks my lips and takes the bag clinking with bottles of alcohol into the bedroom.
“Mm but you always do it extra nice when I give you the sweet eyes” I called after him and he chuckled. I was sat with my feet in the sink, focused on my makeup as Sadie curled my hair when he came back with 3 glasses.
“Sorry, they didn’t have limes babe but I got lime juice” he set my glass next to me and another next to Sadie before sitting on the ledge of the tub and taking a sip of his.
“ ‘sokay” I said softly, focused on tightlining my eyes with the navy blue pencil liner.
“Doesn’t that hurt. Y’re like- poking your eye babe.” He said and I stopped, looking at him with a smile.
“Y’get used to it I guess. I wear contacts to you see the way I dig around my eyes” I said and he shivers at the thought.
“It’s fuckin’ weird babe I swear it really skeeves me out I’m afraid you’ll scratch your eye out with one of your claws” he said, causing me to giggle.
I took a sip of my drink and scrunch my nose. “Fuck Carm” I giggled. “Wow I’m gonna have to nurse that if I’m gonna be able to do my makeup” I laughed and he snorts a chuckle.
“Y’said you wanted it strong baby” he replied and I shake my head.
“I guess I did, gee I’m feelin the burn” I laugh, finishing up tightlining my eyes and starting my winged liner.
“Sweet like honey karma is a cat purrin in my lap cause it loves meee” Sadie sings along softly as she sprays my hair with hairspray.
“Flexin like a god damn acrobat me and karma vibe like that!!!” I finished for her and continued doing my makeup.
By the time we’d finished makeup and hair, I was happy tipsy, giggling in the bathroom as I attempted getting dressed on my own.
“Carm can you help? My nails keep getting stuck I don’t wanna rip these they’re the ones Taylor wears” I called through the door.
“Comin” he calls and a few moments later he pops the door open, laughing at my current state. In nothing but my bra and thong, tights pulled up to my thighs.
I giggle “stop it!! No you’re my boyfriend you can’t laugh at me it’s the law” I said and he shakes his head, coming over and carefully unrolling the bunched fabric.
“My goodness babe what the hell were you doin’ trying to get these things on? Ballin’ em up?” He teased, crouching down and gently unraveling up to the waistband.
“Yeah well kinda I got it over my feet perfect see- but then, my boobs were suffocating me from bending over- and I was getting sweaty and lightheaded and I don’t wanna ruin my makeup” I giggle and he grunted a little as he got up.
“The things I do for you.” He chuckled to himself, carefully pulling the tights up my thighs and smoothing them over my waist. “There. Now where’s your other pair the fishnets right?” He asked and I smiled big, he really pays attention when I tell him about my interests and my plans for things that are so important to me.
“Mmhmm..sparkly fishnets” I said “my legs are gonna look so long and so sexy” i giggled, sitting on the edge of the tub as I roll the fabric over my toes up to the knees and stood up. “Your turn” I said.
“I wouldn’t say long you’re not even 5 foot baby, but sexy” he kisses my knee and up my thigh as he dragged the fishnets up. “Absolutely” he said and looked up at me. I pouted, crossing my arms over my middle.
“Do you wish I was tall?” I asked and he laughs, a real, genuine Carmy giggly laugh.
“Baby oh my god. Are you all done with the drinks? Cause you gettin’ all mushy drunk on me? I tell you all the time how you’re the perfect size f’me” he pulls the fishnets over my bum, spanking me gently after he brought them up over my waist.
“No. I just…sometimes people look at me like I’m a kid cause the way I dress and I wanted to be sure it doesn’t embarrass you that I’m small” I look at the floor and he tilts my chin up to look at him.
“Baby. The only small thing about you- is your height. These?” He cups my breasts with his palms “these” he rubs his hands over my hips. “Especially, this” he spanks me with a smile, causing me to giggle. “All that is in no way small. And anyone who mistakes you for a kid is blind. “ He said running his hands up my waist. “Okay- guess y’got me, this” he squeezes “is tiny.” He pulls me in to him. “And when I’m fucking you from the back? Mmm… it’s the only reason I do it baby cause of how pretty this is” he squeezed again as he whispers in my ear, kissing my pulse point and my breath hitched.
“Ok- I believe you, I believe you- don’t get me worked up please” I kiss his lips. “Can you get my bodysuit?” I asked and he nodded, returning with it a few moments later and carefully unzips it.
“I can hold it for you babe” he said, holding it low so I could step in. I held on to his shoulder and did so, slipping in my arms and pulling it up over he got the first half on. “Hold your hair honey I don’t wanna zip it in” he brushed my hair over my shoulder and I held it back for him.
He zipped me up, hooking the zipper on the little zip lock and gently rubbing his hands up my sides. “Mmm a little red headed Taylor” he hummed, rubbing his hands over my stomach and lightly thumbing over the intricate beading that had taken me hundreds of hours.
I blushed, turning around and looking at myself in the mirror. I smiled wide, my red hair being more akin to fire against the twinkling royal blue. I felt like a fucking pop star.
“Holy shit I made this!” I said and he nodded proudly, admiring me and all my hard work.
“Y’did baby girl! It is so perfect. Dare I say, better then hers. Do you think she planned it to have segments of 13 beads?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my forehead, looking me over in the mirror and I laugh.
“Oh the Queen of cryptic planning? Did she plan such a thing? Most likely. But thank you baby. Some spots are a little wonky….but overall I think it came out” I said and stepped away “Wait- we have to check the twirly” I said and shake my hips like Taylor, gasping at all the movement and shimmer.
“SADIE!” I call and she came over in her own bodysuit she’d made, akin to the Pink Lover bodysuit she opened the show in.
“Oh my god!!” We shriek at the same time, hugging eachother and jumping excitedly.
“You look so good Sadie!!” I laughed and she squeezed me tight.
“Dude oh my god!! She’s gonna fuckin see us she has to” she said and I laugh excitedly.
“Oh my godddd” I said clapping excitedly. “Okay c’mon c’mon shoes -“ I said and Sadie gasps.
“CARMEN! Oh my god!” She said and looked at him, he chuckles
“Sadie! What!” He smiled wide and she runs over to her suitcase, dropping to her knees and rifling through it.
She comes back a few moments later with a bag that she throws at his chest and he catches swiftly. “A thank you, well- not a proper one but…you guys need pictures” she said as he ripped the plastic open, taking out the white tshirt and laughing to himself before turning it around to show me
It was much like the tshirt she regularly wore, except this one had ‘KARMA’ in big black letters. I gasp excitedly looking at Sadie, “cause you’re my BOYFRIEND!” I giggle and kiss his lips sweetly.
“That I am baby. Well I’m glad it’s not just you guys to be all dressed up, Thank y’bug, really, that was super sweet” he said and I smiled big.
“ ‘dressed up’ if I knew you were going we’d have a couples costume babe” I go and grab my midnight blue sparkly boots that I’d also bejeweled myself and zip them up. “Am I giving vigilante shit?” I pose with my heel on the bedside chair and Sadie laughs.
“Yes dude you look fire.” She said, zipping up her own heels. “So do you!! I wish Syd would just give it up and become a Swiftie!! We’re gonna convert her by next tour, then we can all have sparkly outfits” I said confidently and Carm opens the bathroom door, coming out in his new shirt.
“It’s not a couples costume but it should do, right honey?” He teases and I smile big.
“Anything on you is made one million times sexier I’m not sure why I ever had a second thought.” I come up, my hands trailing under his shirt as I kissed him deeply. The door opens and I pulled away.
“I’m Fearless!” Eva said happily, bounding in wearing her brown cowgirl boots and golden fringe dress, shaking around to show us the movement and hugging my waist.
“And she needs a nap!” Richie mouthed, shutting the door and Carm snorts a laugh.
“What did you have for lunch pippy?” I picked her up, holding her on my good hip.
“We had pizza with pepperoni my favorite” she said, gently cupping my cheek.
“You look like Taylor!!” She said happily “all the sparkles are so prettyyy” she leans in, our foreheads touching “could I have some?” She whispers and I giggle.
“Of course pipsqueak. Here” I set her down on the bed and went over to my suitcase, rifling through my makeup bag and grabbing the same glitter gel I’d used and I come over, dabbing some on her cheeks.
“Carmy needs some too” she said with her eyes shut and I look at him over my shoulder, a blush splaying over his cheeks.
“N-no boys don’t- er- Carmy doesn’t need it” he said and I smile.
“Why not baby? We can all match yeah? It’d be cute. F’me, f’youre special honey” I gave him a pout and fluttered my lashes.
He sighed “fine.” He sits down next to Eva and I giggled.
“Carmy” Eva said and his eyes flutter shut as I dab the sparkles along his cheekbones.
“Mmhmm” he hummed in response.
“Why do you only listen to Winnie?” She asks curiously and Richie, Sadie and I bust up laughing together.
He looks at her. “Cause I’m big and I can choose who I do and don’t listen to kid.” He said, poking her arm and she giggled.
“Sugar says you’re still just a little baby” she teased and he snorts.
“Sugar is an instigator.” He told her as I plop in his lap with my drink.
“What’s an instigator?” She repeats
“Someone who starts stuff” I told her and smile a bit. “Like, your daddy always instigates the arguments about the front of the restaurant where he works” i leaned in and whispered to her, causing her to giggle.
“Hey! I do not” Richie said.
“Do. Absolutely you do.” Carmen said with a smirk.
“Yeah yeah alright cousin fuckin’ - let’s just go please. Load up in the car, Eva go potty” he told her and she jumped up running off to the bathroom. I finish off my drink and grabbed my purse, being sure I had everything.
“I have 2 portable chargers” I told Sadie.
“Perfecto, I got 3. We should be good” she nods, zipping her purse back up.
By the time we’d gotten to the stadium, (a very quiet ride because Eva had to take a nap or would be a terror most the night) Sadie and I were practically bursting with excitement.
“Evaaa!” I whisper, gently rubbing her arm. “Guess where we are?” I said and she opens her eyes, looking up and squealing when she sees the stadium.
“WERE GONNA SEE TAYLOR!!!” She squealed.
“Yaassss! Taylorrrr!” Sadie said opening up her door and helping her unbuckle. Carm helped me put my heels on since I knew if I wore them the whole time in the car my hip would hurt before we even got in the stadium.
“Now, only rule- y’tell me when y’re hurtin’, got it?” he whispered in my ear and I look up at him, nodding.
“Promise, I’ll sit down if I start hurting” I said and pucker my lips for a kiss. He obliges before grabbing my purse from the car.
“Y’wanna hold it or want me to babe?” he asked.
“Uhmmm, can you for now and then when I run out of bracelets i’ll take it?” I ask and he nods, holding my hand and lacing our fingers.
“Sounds good t’me baby” he said, and we all started the long walk to the stadium entrance.
“Christ cousin- could you have picked a further spot? Y’know how it is with her and walkin’, were gonna be standing all night, jagoff” Carm complains and I nudge him.
“You know what?! You should’ve driven then, Mister fuckin New York, bet you’d have found the bessttt spot right?” he shoots back.
“Stop!” I flick the back of his head, “And stop” I kiss Carmys cheek gently, “We’re having fun t’night, I promised bear, I’ll tell you if i’m hurting” I said and Richie shoots me a glare.
“So I get a flick, he gets a kiss?! F’startin’ it?!” he complains and I giggle with a shrug.
“Cousin treatment I guess, er-brother? I dunno, all of our family dynamics are all fucked up” I said.
“Winnie thats a bad word” Eva looks up at me.
“It is a bad word, but sometimes- mmm… listen to your daddy, but I think, cause i’m a grown up and I dont have to listen to my mommy or daddy anymore, - sometimes, bad words can be used to describe bad things. And my family, isn’t very good.” I shrug and she nods.
“I think multiplication homework is all fucked up” she said and Carm, Sadie and I howl with laughter.
“Ayyyy!!!! No! No- not allowed that word ‘till y’re like 13 kid, that was y’re one pass, y’mother is gonna fuc- flipping- kill me if she hears that comin’ from y’mouth” he pats her head gently.
“Mommy says you and Cousin Carmy are bad influences for me, what does that mean?” She looks up at him and he rolls his eyes.
“It means that your mommy is telling you things that are none of your business. When she tells you those things, just say nicely “I dont think thats my business mommy” “ I told her and Carm squeezes my hand assuringly.
We get up to the entrance and I was practically dancing with anticipation, I couldn’t stay still. “Sadie” I said and she looks over “I’m like-” I shake my hands “Like- too excited, it’s too loud, too many people- can we play hands?” I asked , it was a game we’d develouped since we’d both seemed to absorb way too much nervous, excited energy while around crowds like this, where we’d both stand about a foot away from eachother, and push our hands together until one of our feet moved, and the person who remained still would be the winner.
She frowns, “Sorry dude, my hand- remember?” she said and I sighed, nodding and crossing my arms over my middle, squeezing my waist- trying to find any semblance of grounding I could.
Sadie had broken her hand at work a while ago, and needed some kind of tendon surgery to fix it- so playing hands wasn’t really an option for her since it wasn’t good for her to put pressure on it.
“Whats hands?” Carm asks, wrapping his arm around me- and for whatever reason the material of this shirt was making me cringe right now.
“Agh-” I step away, rubbing over my arm where the fabric brushed me. “Sorry.. Sorry- we haven’t washed it yet” I said and he looks down.
“My shirt? ‘M sorry baby, it’s buggin you?” he asked and I shook my head.
“I-it wasn’t i’m just…it’s s’much and I love it but ‘m just…I dunno- hands is a game we like, hold up your hands like this” I show him and he copies.
“I cant win y’re too strong so just let me push on you” I said and he nods.
“Push away baby” he smiled a bit and I connected our palms, putting all of my strength into pushing him but of course he didnt budge, he had a little less then a foot and a bit more then 100 pounds on me, so that was to be expected. But the relief of focusing all my energy in to somewhat of a physical release had the same effect.
I gave him a hug when my arms felt like Jelly and rest my cheek on his chest. “Can y’cover my ear so it’s more quiet” I asked him and he nodded, gently covering up my exposed ear with his hand and kissing the top of my head sweetly. I closed my eyes, sighing as I felt a sense of relief flood my senses at the much more dulled noise. “Thank you” I mumble and he rubbed my back gently with is other hand.
About 10 minutes later when the line finally started moving, I’d felt much better and way more regulated. “M’ better, thank you Bear” I told him, puckering my lips.
“Any time angel, y’know I brought your airpods f’you, right? In case you wanted to listen to music in the car? They’re charged, they have the noise cancellation thing on them” he said and my mouth drops.
“Carmen” I said in shock.
“What?!” He chuckles, digging in his pockets and pulling out my pink airpods case.
“You are the most thoughtful man in the god damn world baby, how did I get so fuckin’ lucky? I didn’t even think of the noise cancellation, y’re so fuckin smart, Bear” I cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for a deep loving kiss.
He pulled away, quicker then I would like, but I still knew he’s a bit shy when it comes to showing love in public. His cheeks were bright pink, and a smile danced on his lips.
“Totally not, but f’some reason I guess you bring the thoughtfulness outta me” he said, slipping the case back in his jeans pocket. I linked our arms together and he got the tickets ready, and Sadie taps both our shoulders suddenly.
We looked back at her, seeing she was holding her phone up “Cheese lovebirds!” She chirps and I smile wide, Carm leans in and kisses my cheek sweetly. “I’m convinced you don’t want Syd and I’s family seeing your face, Carmen” she teases and I giggle, smushing his cheeks and holding his face towards the camera, laughing
“Get it Sadie!! Quick!” I said and she clicked the button a few times.
“Perfect got one not blurry one with a smile, thanks Pooh” she slips her phone in her pocket. We got up to the gate and Carm hands the woman scanning our tickets.
“Us five” he motions to us and she nodded, scanning them all. “Enjoy the show, bag check’s up at the doors” she said, handing the tickets back and he put them back in the envelope, and back in my purse securely before we continued on.
“Alright baby so you guys go do your bracelets, Richie, Eva and I are gonna wait for y’re shirts n’ stuff, d’you want drink money?” He asks and I shake my head.
“No sugardaddy i’m fine” I teased, giving him a peck on the lips. “I love you, see you in like 30- er 45 ok? We’ll meet- “ I look over near the doors to see there was a little garden section with a smokers area. “Perfect! Smoke garden there” I point and he nods.
“I love you, be safe yeah? Call me f’r anything y’need” he held my waist securely, waiting for a response.
“Yessss Carmy!” I giggled, “Were amongst friends here, you’ll see everyone is so super nice” I link my arm in Sadies, heading off to meet new fans.
“Oh my god you girls look awesome can my daughter take a picture with the two of you?” a blonde woman asks Sadie and I, I smiled wide - this was not the first time tonight we’d gotten that. Our outfits were an absolute hit tonight.
“Why of course! Would the two of you like to trade bracelets?” I asked, getting down to the level of the miniature copy of the mother, offering her a “Evermore” bracelet in my hand, adorned with maroon, green and brown beads.
“Yes please” she said shyly, taking one of the bracelets off her wrist that were much oversized and handing one to me then to Sadie, to which she put a “Karma” bracelet in her hand in return. As we were ending the conversation, Sadie opens her purse, handing over my phone.
“Carmen” she told me.
“Sorry ladies- it was so nice talking, my boyfriend is trying to get ahold of us- have a fabulous time” I told them and slid to answer, not even remembering to checking the time.
“Baby! We just got to the garden, where are you, you alright?” He said. I smile a bit, looking over about 100 paces to my right seeing him standing there, in the smokers garden holding the phone to one ear and a cigarette in the other, taking a drag as he waited for my response.
“Bear” I giggle “Look - mmm- 2 oclock?” I said and he turns the opposite way. “Y’know, f’r a guy thats obsessed with time, y’re shit at finding someone on the clock analogy” I teased and he turned the other way, the setting June sun allowing him to find me and Sadie nearly immediately from the sunlight bouncing off our outfits.
“Jesus dunno how I missed you guys y’re like fuckin bottles of glitter” he chuckled and I hung up, grabbing Sadies arm and leading her over to him.
“Thank you” I replied when I got up to him, kissing his cheek. “Carmen” I said, looking at the four bags of merch sitting on the table. His cheeks heat slightly.
“Okay- babe, listen, s’you told me y’wanted that crewneck, and the tshirt, but I f’rgot which t’shirt and I was not waiting in that line again for another hour and a half - so- so I just got like…one of everything - and I also got one for Sadie- perfectly reasonable a-and I got Eva some extra stuff too. But- s’you…just-just chill out here, and i’m gonna go bring this stuff t’the car with Richie.” he said and I laugh.
“Bear! Oh my god- no more gifts until my birthday!” I told him and he chuckled, picking up two of the bags. “Can’t promise anything like that baby, call me if-” I finished for him.
“We need anything” I kissed his lips sweetly. “Thank y’Carmy, really, y’didn’t have to go all out like this - I’ll…” I took a deep breath, trying to contain my emotions. “I’ll never forget this, baby” I said softly, doing everything in my power to hold the tears back.
“I know you wont, angel. I love you” he kissed my forehead sweetly and he and went off with Richie. I sat down immediately after they left, my hip was already starting to feel tight due to the heels and all the up and down crouching to meet little fans.
“Ooo Eva! Look another little girl in a Fearless dress! Y’wanna go give her a Fearless bracelet?” Sadie asks her and she nods excitedly, holding her hand as they walked over. I watched them, smiling as I did so- taking everything in.
By the time Carm and Richie had gotten back, Sadie and I were once again tipsy off of the drinks she’d ran and gotten us from the bar truck, and I had been smart enough to sneak in some shots in my bra to give them the extra kick. She’d even gotten Eva a virgin one of her own in the same fancy disposable cup, so she wouldnt feel left out.
“Fuck you walk fast” Richie says, plopping down in the seat across from me at the little patio table we’d claimed, panting.
“You walk slow as shit Cousin” Carm pats my shoulder for me to get up and sit in his lap, for which I was very grateful- because even through the alcohol my hip began throbbing from sitting on the hard metal chair.
I get up, taking my spot in his comfortable lap and sighing in relief. He digs out a cigarette from his jacket pocket he’d put on, lighting one between his lips. The sun had already went down most of the way and the 60 degree weather, which was cold to me- wasn’t going to do anything good for my hip. “Did y’bring mine?” I ask him quietly.
“Y’re prerolls baby? I brought 3 f’you, you hurtin’ already?” he asks after he took a drag. I bit the inside of my lip gently and shrug, looking at my lap. “Alright no more bracelets, I want y’to be able to enjoy y’rself baby, here” he hands me his cigarette to hold for him while he dug my preroll out of his pocket, lighting it for me before we switched. I leaned against his chest, taking a drag and blowing it away from the table.
“Thank y’for remembering, Bear” I said softly and he wrapped his arm around my waist securely, rubbing my good hip gently.
“Course angel” He mutters and kisses my shoulder before having another drag of his cigarette.
By the time I finished my preroll, I was feeling much better, the pain was mostly non-existant and would stay that way for hopefully a few hours. I finished the rest of my drink on the way in to bag check, chucking the disposable cup with Taylors name on it in the garbage.
By the time we’d gotten to our seats Sadie, Eva and I were balls of excitement. The view of the stage was insane. Sadie and I were in the upper bowl last time, so seeing how really big the stage was, was crazy. My head - Carms head, wouldnt even hit the top of it, which told me that it had to be taller then 6 feet. “Y’know” I said, to Carm, “I don’t know why I thought the stage would be…shorter? But Taylor wears 6 inch heels, so shes 6’5? 6’6 in her shoes? So to get around under there-”
“Six fucking foot?!” he exclaimed, eyes wide. I laughed at his surprise.
“Yaaas! 6 foot tall amazonian goddess” I giggle and he raised his eyebrows.
“Shit I knew she was tall but when I met ‘er the other-” he slaps his hand over his mouth, and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head, and Richie and Sadies head snap in his direction.
“You WHAT?!”
“YOU MET WHO!?”
“BEAR WHAT”
Sadie, Richie and I all spoke at once and he shakes his head. “No- Like- no” he laughs nervously, shaking his head. “No not what I meant- I meant if y’know like if I met ‘er” he said, and I knew he was lying through his teeth.
“Did you meet Taylor Alison Swift, yes or no- if you lie, I will never let you touch me again” I said, staring into his very soul. It only took about 3 seconds for him to crack.
“Itwasonlyf’rlike3minutesandshegavemetheticketscauseherboyfriendlikesitalianfood” he blurted out and my eyes widen.
“No - no- Carmen. You MET HER?!” I said and he gives me a shy nervous smile.
“Mmmhmm..but like- 2 seconds babe- and- yeah shes fuckin huge- like- so tall” he said and I shook my head.
“What did you say to her- go, in your brain- now - because I know you have a fucking photographic memory, and tell me what transpired, Carmen. Tell me” I squeeze his wrist in anticipation and he sighed.
“That- that you really wanted t’come here, and that you love her music, and that- that she reminds me of a cat? And she laughed! I made her laugh babe” he said smiling bigger.
My jaw drops once more “SADIE” I lean over, looking at her. “Do you know what this MEANS?! TAYLOR Thinks MY Boyfriend is FUNNY! That means…that means- she likes what I like…so- oh my god- we’d totally be friends- Carm likes you, Carm likes me- She liked Carm, She likes us!!!” I said excitedly and Sadie nods with a big smile.
“We are so delulu” she said, laughing and Carm chuckles.
“The hell is delulu?” He questions and I laughed.
“Delusional my lovely old man” I peck his lips gently and he shakes his head with a smile.
I had forced myself to sit suring the BOYGENIUS set, even though I did quite enjoy them, I had to save my energy for Taylor. I made a bit of an acception for Sabrina though, since Sadie and I hadn’t seen her before, and her stage presence was so magnetic that we just couldn’t help but get up and dance.
When the clock came on the screen, Richie, Sadie, Eva and I shot up out of our seats and Carm got the hint as well. “Alright baby whats happening” He asked and I giggle, jumping like a kid on Christmas with excitement.
“The QUEEN is about to come out!” I said in his ear over the screaming and looked back to the screen, my hands coming to my mouth in anticipation.
At the sound of the first ‘It’s been a long time comin’ Sadie, Eva, Richie and I scream.
“FUCK YEAHHH!!!” Richie whoops, causing me to giggle. I held Sadies hand tightly as the dancers come out with the breathtaking watercolor shell like billowing tapestries, bowing at the front of the stage over where Taylor comes out.
Carm leans over, “What’s with the flags baby?” he asked in my ear.
I gently rest my hand on my cheek, he crouches down slightly so I could hear him. “Its the birth of Venus, the analogy” I told him and he nods. I let go of his hand as the beginning sequence ended putting my hands on top of my head, completely unsure how to cage the all-consuming surge of emotions coursing through my veins.
‘It’s been a long time comin’ but- Its you and me- Thats my whole world! They whisper in the hallway ‘shes a bad bad girl’ Okay! The whole school is rollin’ fake dice, you play stupid games you win stupid prizes!’
Sadie, Richie, Eva and I go nuts, scream singing every word, dancing and jumping. I didnt even realize I was crying until I felt Carm’s hand around my waist, leaning down and saying in my ear, “Havin’ fun honey?”
I looked up to him, Smiling huge “THE MOST FUN EVER! I LOVE YOU!!!” I shout loud enough for him to hear, kissing his lips lovingly before continuing to watch. Sadie and I dance and sing and scream for the rest of Miss Americana, and when It got to the Cruel Summer bridge, the whole stadium was buzzing with excitement.
“Alright New York City!” Taylor says and everyone screams in response. “We have arrived, at the very first bridge this evening- And you may know this is my only show in this beautiful city that is my home away from home- So I want you to scream it!!! Lets Go!!” and scream it Sadie, Eva, Richie and I do.
During Lover, Carm sweetly held me as we swayed and listened, his arms wrapped around my waist and I rested my head against his chest, soaking in the sweetness of the moment. And of course, during The Archer, her comforted me while I cried because of how much the song meant for me and my anxiety problems, kissing my forehead and gently wiping my tears.
During Fearless Eva spun in the isle while Taylor did, and I could’ve sworn Taylor saw her by the kiss she blew in our direction between verses - but all of my intuition was shown to be right, because during the ‘Enchanted’ era, A woman in a black tshirt and black pants comes up to our isle, walking infront of me and Carm down to Richie and Evas seat, and whispers something in Richies ear, to which he nods very quickly, before leaning down and whispering something in Evas ear and she jumps up and down, until the woman in the black shirt whispers something else in her ear and she very quickly calmed down, nodding obediently and taking the womans hand.
Sadie gives me wide eyes as shes taken with the woman and stands up with the woman where the barricade is. “What’s goin on with Eva?” Carm asks in my ear.
It took everything in me to not burst in to tears knowing how much this was going to mean to Eva. “Shes gonna get the hat!” I told him and his eyes widen.
“During- during 22?” He asked and I nod excitedly. He got his phone out, ready to record. When the time came, Eva was brought to sit on a platform right in front of the stage, and was sitting on her knees as she patiently waited, wiggling around to the song.
Richie right behind her at the barricade in the isle, recording the whole interaction, and Sadie and I sing and dance to the song, relishing in the pure enchantment on Eva’s face as Taylor kneels in front of her, trading bracelets with her before putting the hat on her head and brushing the rim playfully and getting up to continue singing. As soon as the security lifted Eva back over the barricate, she sprints in to Richies arms, and he picks her up, spinning her around and kissing her cheek.
“Oh my godddd!” I said my heart melting at the sight and Carm stops filming, I look up to see a few stray tears wetting his cheeks as well.
“Ohhhh my sweet bear” I said, rubbing his chest gently.
“Holy fuck! Look at that!!” Richie said as he comes back to their seats. Eva bounces all around, a whole new fire to her energy.
School on Monday is gonna be epic for her surely.
During All Too Well ten minute version, Carm and I decided to sit and have some water to let my hip get some much needed rest for a little bit. He wrapped his arm around me, leaning back in his seat and running a hand through his hair, yawning. “Tired?” I ask and he nodded a bit.
“I didn’t think I would be t’be honest, y’know how late we stay up, think I just need a cigarette if ‘m honest” he said and I nodded. I rest my head on his shoulder, continuing to watch Taylor infront of us.
Thankfully, the Folklore era was next, which wasn’t too much of a dancey album- so we all got to sit for 20 minutes through all too well, and betty, which was very nice that we had some time to recharge, especially since after this era, 1989 era was next, which Sadie and I were both huge fans of. I sat up for The Last Great American Dynasty though, Screaming along with Sadie,
“There goes THE LOUDEST WOMAN THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN!!!” as did the majority of the crowd.
I held Carms hand during August, resting my head on his shoulder once more and he gives me a kiss on the forehead. “Is- is she barefoot babe?” he asks in my ear and I laughed, looking up at him.
“No silly- shes wearing ballet slippers? Like what ballerinas wear before they go on pointe?” I said and he nods.
“Ahhh” he said and chuckled a bit. “S’rry they’re so close to her skin color” he said and I shook my head, giggling.
Standing up right away with Sadie and Eva when she came over to our side to wave and waving at her excitedly, blowing kisses and holding up hearts. She smiles big and waves back at us that had to be for us- shes looking right at us.
Sadie and I jump and scream, remaining standing since she walked down the whole length of the stage, and we would get insane videos and pictures since she was going to stopping right in front of us or the majority of the song.
It took my breath away, when she stopped, belting the bridge, and dropping to her knees right in front of us on the stage. ‘And I can go anywhere I want, Anywhere I want, just not home. And you can aim for my heart, go for blood. But you would still miss me in your bones. And I still talk to you - when I'm screaming at the sky, And when you can't sleep at night - you hear my stolen lullabies. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves’ She stood up, her white gown flowing like angel wings as she spun around and began her decent back down the stage.
I wiped the tears streaming down my face from the touching performance, shaking my hands and rolling my shoulders when she song was over. Carm kisses my temple, “Y’happy angel?” He asked, and I look up at him as if he got me the moon on a fucking string.
“Happy? I’m…fuckin elated, baby- I cant even digest how happy I am right now” I laugh and pulled him in to a sweet kiss.
We all sang and dance along to 1989, Carm being very proud of himself for knowing all the words- probably since they were so popular when he was living in New York, and he’d told me once while watching this era during the movie for the 50 millionth time, that alot of the songs they “played to death” in the restaurants he worked.
It was so fuckin fun to watch him fully let loose, and dance with me, sing with me, not a speck of shyness to be found. It just turned up my fire to 100, giving me a whole new love for this album.
“And to the fella over there with the hella good hair Won't you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake” I sang along, ruffling Carm’s messy curls and he laughs, kissing me sweetly before the beat dropped again and I started bouncing and happily dancing again.
At the beginning of Bad blood, I tap him and he leans in “ ‘sup baby?” he asks.
“When she says ‘If you live like that, you live with ghosts’ f’r the first time, you gotta screeeeam ‘you forgive, you forget, but you never let it go’- ok?” I told him and he nods, giving me a thumbs up.
“Got it” he said and I giggled happily, turning my attention back to the stage. When she sang it, without fail, Carm shouted along with Me, Sadie, Richie and Eva as promised and Richie slaps his back approvingly.
“Fuck yeahhh cousin!! You study?” He teased and Carm shook his head.
“No need,” he wraps his arm around me. “ Got a professional w’me most the time” he kissed my head and I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder lovingly.
When Taylor came out in her red surprise song dress, I held Carms hand, screaming excitedly.
“Hellooooo” she said adorably, strumming her guitar. “So- you’ve made it to the acoustic set, if you didn’t know, every show I sing a few different songs from my catalog cause, y’can only fit so much into a concert- and I’ve been told i’ve released an ungodly amount of albums” she giggles, getting a ton of laughs from the crowd of course, we all fuckin’ adore her.
“So tonight, I usually only take requests from friends, but I got this request the other day- and the songs actually sounded like they’d go cute together, and y’guys know me, of course i’ll spice em up for you a little” she said and started the opening chords.
“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I’m a house of cards, you’re the kinda wreckless that should send me runnin’ but I kinda know that I wont get far” She sings, and I couldn’t contain it anymore- I burst into tears. This song means so much to me, the amount of times Chris and I listened to this song together- it was his favorite Taylor song, which led it to become my favorite song of hers after he passed.
Carm rubs my arm gently, holding me to his chest and squeezing me gently. “I love you” he said in my ear and kisses my temple. I took a shaking breath, not even able to respond as this was the first time i’d heard this song live before, and all I could imagine was how much Chris would’ve loved this show.
I lean in to him, watching the stage, and once Sadie realizes what was happening, she wraps her arms around me as well, resting her head on my shoulder. “He’s probably here, y’know, spiteful fuck wouldn’t come here in the afterlife unless you were with ‘em right? So lets party with em, not cry” Sadie said in my ear and I smiled, looking over at her.
“Have I told you you’re the bestest friend and my fuckin platonic soulmate?” I told her and she giggles, wiping my tears.
“Yes, I believe once or twice, and you’re mine - now are we gonna cry during the bridge? Or are we gonna lose our fucking minds?” she asked and I nodded, holding her hand and sniffling, finding my composure once more. There would be loads of time to digest this and cry about it later on, for now I want to live in this beautiful, happy moment.
“I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild!! Just keep on keepin’ your eyes on me, It's just wrong enough to make it feel right!” we held hands, dancing and laughing and singing. It truly was magical.
But I was awestruck when instead of finishing the bridge, she slips in to Mine instead, Carm and I’s song, the song that reminded me so much of him. I look at him, jaw dropped as she sings.
“Brace myself for the goodbye, cause it’s all i’ve ever known, but you took me by surprise- you said ‘I’ll never leave you alone..’ “ before slipping right back in to sparks fly, “Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin’ rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain” and going back to Mine again, “He said ‘I remember how it felt sittin’ by the water, and every time I look at you it’s like the first time.” and going back again to sparks fly, “So get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down give me somethin’ that’ll haunt me when i’m not around, cause i’ve seen sparks fly whenever you smile” before switching back again, “You made a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter you are the best thing, thats ever been mine. Do you believe it? And the sparks fly”
I hugged him tightly, sobbing in to his chest. He doesnt know how much this means to me. For us to be here, together tonight, and for her to play 2 of the most important songs to me, the songs that remind me of the two people I love most - It was borderline overwhelming.
For the next song per usual she sat down at her piano, and without another speech, started playing the opening chords of Evermore and Sadie and I lost it, screaming ferally with the rest of the stadium once we realized which song it was.
Carm laughs at our excitement, rubbing my back. “S’did she pick good ones t’night?” he asked in my ear. I look up at him, everything clicking in to place for how he planned every single thing about this night.
I shook my head, laughing and pulling him to me. “You have unlimited head, for the rest of our lives” I told him and he laughed, kissing my cheek gently.
“I wont say no to that- if y’re offerin” he mused, patting my bum gently. I kiss him again and again, wrapping my arm around his middle and resting my head on his chest, hugging him tightly.
“I love you” I said and kissed his neck sweetly. He brushed my sweaty curls from my forehead, gently stroking my cheek with his forefinger.
“I love you baby, s’much, endlessly” he said and kissed my lips once more.
I rested in to him as he held me from behind, “This ones sad babe..but what the hell does unmoored mean?” he said in my ear and I giggle, Looking up at him.
“A mooring is where ships are docked during a storm, baby, if your ships unmoored- y’re fucked” I told him and he raised his eyebrows, nodding and continuing to listen along intently.
He wraps his arms around me securely, resting his chin atop my head, and I’d never felt safer, more secure, more loved, and thought of, and listened to then I did in this moment. Hot tears stream down my cheeks but a huge smile was still plastered on my face. My entire chest felt warm, like I could explode with all of the love that was coursing through me, I felt like I was literally glowing.
When the song finished, I look up at him with a small sad pout. “Only one more era… then it’s all done” I said a bit sadly and he chuckles.
“Only one more baby? Your voice is already gone, I don’t think we could do anymore after it’s over” he said and kisses my forehead, wiping the residual tears from my cheeks and eyes. I giggled a bit.
“Sorry, I know my voice probably sounds annoying” I said and clear my throat, it did feel really raw, and sore as well. I was probably not gonna have much of a voice for a good few days.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “Baby, you could never annoy me, it’s cute - it shows you had alot of fun” he said, rubbing my hip gently.
I lean in, kissing his lips gently before the beginning of Lavender Haze started and Sadie and I go nuts, - Richie just pumps his fist, as he was now holding a sleeping Eva in his arms and I pout, grabbing my phone and taking a photo before turning my attention back to the stage.
During Vigilante Shit, Carm leans down and says in my ear, “Y’gonna dance f’me like that in your pretty outfit baby?” he asked and I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach, if my cheeks werent already flushed from moving around so much i’d be blushing like mad.
“If you can handle it- we havent even got to the good part yet” I teased, kissing his jaw gently and he kissed my lips hungrily.
“T’morrow, i’m cashin in on one of those tickets f’head mentioned earlier, and y’re wearin’ that” he told me and I look up at him, a pesky smirk on my lips and I raised my eyebrows surprised at his boldness.
“Someones in a mood” I giggled and peck his lips before turning my attention back to the stage.
During Bejewled when Taylor came to the end of the stage shaking her hips to show off her fringe, I stepped in the isle, jumping and waving to try and get her attention and shook my hips, mirroring her. She smiled wide and pointed at me before she said her little ‘Nice!’ waving in my direction and I’m glad Carm had followed me in to the isle because when she walked away my knees nearly buckled under me.
Sadie came over, jumping in excitement and patting my arm excitedly, “DUDE!!! DUDDEEEE!!! SHE SAID HIII!!!” She laughed and hugs me tight and we bounced and jumped and sang the rest of the whole song, nothing could’ve brought me down in that moment.
We danced and sang to Mastermind, and when she came out with her Rainbow jacket, I point at her, tugging Carms sleeve and he leans down to hear me.
“I lied!!! If you can find one of those rainbow jackets for a reasonable price- I’ll accept” I told him and he laughs, nodding and giving me a thumbs up.
“I’ll try t’find one f’you princess, promise” He kissed my temple.
Carm and I danced hand in hand to Karma together, singing every lyric, him knowing them all since i’d listened to it so often with him around, and it was one of her more repetitive songs after all, pointing to him when we’d sing, ‘Karma is my boyfriend’, dancing, jumping around, laughing, fully enjoying ourselves. We all needed this.
When the song ended, and Taylor was thanking her band and dancers, a man with a stage headset wearing black jeans and a black shirt, similar to the woman who collected Eva, came down the row, stopping at Carm and saying something in his ear.
He looks back at them, a confused look on his face, “Who? I don’t know anyone in there-” he said and the man leaned in again, saying something else in his ear and Carm’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He looked at me before back at the man. “Okay- but i’m takin’ her.” he said, pointing to me, and the man shook his head.
“Just you-” he replied over the music and Carm shakes his head in response.
“Tell ‘em I said where I go, she goes, so he can fuck all the way off if she can’t come with” he said and the man shrugged, walking off again.
“What was that?” I asked him over the music.
“Travis Kelce wanted t’talk t’me? But the douche said only I could go, ‘mnot doin’ that” he shook his head, resuming clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd. My jaw drops and I hit his arm gently.
“Babe! What the hell? No!!! Go over there!!! Do you know how much business it would bring if he talked about The Bear on his podcast?” I asked and he shrugs in response.
“Don’t care, I need y’with me babe. I can’t talk t’him without you, Taylor will probably be there- I can’t just…go meet her without you, thats fucked” he said and I pout, hugging his arm and the same man comes over again.
“Alright, but just you, and her, no one else” he explained and Carm nods, grabbing his jacket from the chair and lacing our fingers together as we followed. I felt my heart racing. So hard that I felt my pulse in my throat, it was taking everything in me to just pay attention to each step and not stumble over my own feet.
We’re led to a white tent, various famous people standing about, but the tallest person there also- seemingly the biggest personality in the room, had invited us. “Yoooooo there he is! Bro- wassup!” he comes over, giving Carm a guy hug, patting his back firmly.
“Y’guys like the show? Fuckin’ crazy shit right!!” he said. His voice was booming, and I thought Carmy was loud- even he wouldn’t win in a screaming match with this guy.
“Yeah, really awesome she puts on a fantastic show, Nice t’meet you I’m Carmen- everyone usually just calls me Carm though, and this is my girl, Winnie” he said and I smiled nervously, giving a small wave. I literally could find no words to say to this man, I felt everything I said would make it back to Taylor and I’d end up embarrassing myself.
“Winnie!! Cool like the bear? Sick name, that outfits firreee girl! Where’d you get it?” he asks and my eyes widen and I looked down at my outfit and back at him, my cheeks going red.
“Uh- I-I made it?” I said in awe that he recognized anything at all about me. Mostly the fact that he was a guy, a football jock at that, but also - he is dating the most beautiful, sought after women in the world at the moment.
“Whaaat?! Shit!! You Swifties are crazy Taylor’s gonna love that she should be-”
“TRAVYYYY” we heard and I spun around so fast I thought my head may fly off to see Taylor fucking SWIFT barreling up to her boyfriend, and jumping into his arms- wrapping herself around him the same way I did with Bear. My grip on his arm tightened and I look up at him like an absolute deer in headlights.
“C’mon- go say hi princess, shes really nice” he whispers in my ear.
“Thereee she is, you did so amazing honey!” Travis told her, spinning her around causing her to laugh excitedly.
“Oh my god- Heyyy Chef! Did Travis drag you over here?” she asked, hopping down from his arms and Carm chuckled a bit.
“Hardly dragged, but uh yeah- great- awesome show, still stand by what I said about the cat thing, though” Carm said with one of his teasing grins and I just look between them, in utter shock. He was playing around with her?!
She laughed, turning to Travis “Trav- he told me that I remind him of his cat during tolerate it, y’know I was thinking about that the whole song” she said and Travis chuckles.
“Thats the highest compliment you could’ve given her. Her and cats is somethin’ else. But- look babe” he told her and motions to my outfit.
“T she made that” he said and my heart was thumping so hard it felt like it would fly out of my chest. I felt so small in front of her, both physically and emotionally. I was unsure why I felt this way, the love I had for the woman in front of me was unreal, but there was like a…mental block? Anything i’d ever wanted to tell her had slipped my mind, and my whole brain was dark and empty.
“Oh my GOD no way! Crazy holy shit” she said coming over and running her fingers over the beads. Carm nudges me gently, urging me to talk to her.
“Tell her baby, about all the beads” he said and I swallow thickly, nodding.
“I-um- Hi I-im Winnie..it’s like- This is crazy I-wow… um - so- so see um…they're in clusters of 13 and 7 alternating, a-and.. There are 89…rows, um each- each section. S-so like this panel and the back one a-and then, I didn’t plan it, but each um..each big bead it ended up being perfect if I secured them 13 times, s-so they’d like stick up how y’rs do” I rambled nervously and she leaned in, looking closer.
“Wow” she whispered, “This is sick- you’re a professional then?” she stood up straight, towering over me once more and I looked up at her.
“Um” I manage to get out.
“She could be- she spent…what was it babe? 450 hours on this? And y’took that sewing class, and that rhinestone class and everything?” Carm encourages, it’s not supposed to be him who’s the talker. He’s probably panicking right now and i’m gonna be the reason for a panic attack when we got out of here.
“Yeah! Mmmhmm- and y’re like- wow Taylor” my sudden realization such a high stakes social situation would absolutely be freaking him out. “I- like- I’ve been such a fan of your art since like- Middle School- I- I couldn’t see you until I was older cause’- y’know, life gets in the way, but- last year I got this-” I paused, pulling up my hair and showing her the little mirrorball script tattoo on the back of my neck.
She gasped, running her finger over it gently, and even though I was hot, goosebumps still rose on my flesh. “ Wow “ she said softly. “Thats…thats so pretty…I love the grey its so delicate and pretty” she said.
I turned to her again, smiling big and taking her hands. “Thats how I am about everything you accomplish - just, Wowed everything you do, everything you are- like- you’ll be in the history books- there are so many things about you and your career that are like- just..like-” I laugh, shaking my head. “How do you do it? I know thats like… a stupid question? But like- It’s…like insanity” I said and she laughs a bit, nodding.
“Thank you! Honestly I-I don’t…really know? Alot of times…Like- I can tell we’re not too far apart in age just by how you carry yourself and stuff and… hearing you listened to me in middle school- it’s like- crazy because I’ve lived one million lives since then…I guess thats how? But really..it means alot that my art means alot to you, and i’m so grateful that you came. The tattoo is so pretty, also- your name is just like…Adorable” she squeezed my hands and I felt tears welling up behind my eyes.
“I’m so sorry to be a freak and cry, you’re just, so special, like- not in a fan way- in a human way. You-” I took a deep breath. “You are a light, a beacon for so so many young women, Taylor. And you have been for so long - and you will only get better, you have proved that. Like- i’m not sure if some guy really told you your aura was moonstone, but it truly is, you just sparkle, and - you like…are just- Thank you, for being you, and thank you for being so raw in your music, and just��thank you” I said and she pulls me into a hug, wrapping her arms around me.
“Thank you, Winnie” she said, rubbing my back. I internally was uncontrollably sobbing and screaming but- on the outside, I somehow managed to just hold her back and hug her like a normal person.
“I’m sorry- im sure you’re probably annoyed with hearing that stuff but…it’s true, and- I…I guess thats what makes you you- is how humble you are…like- you know I’ve never heard a bad word about you?” I asked and she laughed, pulling away and looking at me.
“C’mon, y’re kidding” she rolled her eyes with a smile, “I’ve seen plenty of awful things about me” she said and I shook my head.
“N-no! No, Taylor, like- sure do people come after your looks, and your voice, because thats all they have to try and pick apart- shallow bullshit..even though you’re like- factually a model - and any person who’s studied a lick of music knows that you have an undeniably insane range and incredible vocal and breath control- this isn’t out of my ass Taylor, I-I was in theater because you inspired me...I was like ‘if this cool 16 year old can put out an album I can do a play’ and I did.. But-but this is about you. I’ve never heard a bad word about you- I’ve been in your fandom for gosh- a year after you started in 2006? All over.. Gee- twitter, facebook, myspace, the old swift app, everything, And i’ve never ever-ever seen someone online or in real life thats like ‘oh my gosh i met Taylor Swift and she is sooo mean’ - anything i’ve ever heard, about things that matter- you are a beautiful, humble, kind person.” I said and she pouted, pulling me into another hug.
“Are you trying to make me cry?” She asks with a giggle, holding me tight. Her PR manager, Tree, comes into the VIP tent.
“Lets get a move on chicky poo - gotta be on the plane in an hour,” she told Taylor and she pulled away.
“Duty calls” she sighs and I giggled.
“It was..enchanting to meet you Miss Swift” I said with a smile and she laughs, pulling me into another hug.
“I like you, you’re sweet, we’ll meet again sometime, ok? Trav is over there chattin’ up your boyfriend to get us into his restaurant for a night” she assured and I look up at her.
“What?! Oh my GOD! Thats…wow- we’d love to have you in Chicago.” I said and Carm comes up, grabbing my wrist.
“C’mon, we’ve been kicked” he joked and Travis laughs a bit.
“I’ll text you man, we’re gonna have a few spare days later this month i’ll try to give plenty of notice” Travis said, coming over and wrapping his arms around Taylors middle and kissing her head.
“Y’ready?” he asks her and she nods, sighing a bit.
“Exhausted” she told him and I squeeze her hand.
“Get some rest, y’deserve it. Kick ass show by the way- I’d go every night if I could- also, sorry I sound like…this- I wasn’t kidding when I said I love your music” I giggled a bit and she nods, smiling big.
“I love it - means you had a great time, ginger tea, and lots of local honey you’ll be good as new in a day or two if you just chug it consistently, its mostly water anyway” she said and I nod, finally letting her go.
“Thank you again…See you soon” I said and we all said our goodbyes. As soon as we were out of eye and ear shot I laugh loudly, jumping up and down, dancing around. “CARMENNNN!!!” I squeaked, hugging him and jumping happily.
“Bear- She likes me” I said excitedly, practically dragging him outside where Richie, Eva, and Sadie were sat at one of the smoke garden tables, Sadie jumps up, bounding over to me and I hug her.
“Dude- everything tell me everything” She said, I broke down in to tears.
“Shes so sweet Sadie!! She- she said she liked my outfit!! A-and Carmy and Travis are gonna be BEST FRIENDS” I cried and she rubs my back. Carmen laughed, for once at my tears, but it was tears of pure joy, so neither of us felt bad at his amusement for my emotional reaction.
“Dude-WAIT- of course she liked it - C’mon- what did she say, like- start to finish also- why is Carm gonna be his best friend?” and the entire walk back to the car, as well as the whole drive home, Carm and I gave the three of them a play by play of our entire 10 minute meeting with them.
➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡ ⋙
#TB&HHPoll#carmen berzatto#the bear fic#the bear fx#carmy berzatto#the bear hulu#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmen berzatto smut#carmen berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto fanfiction#the bear fanfiction#carmy berzatto x oc#carmen berzatto x oc#borders & banners by saradika
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Okay so this post has gained a lot of traction and I've seen some questions in the tags and also a few other posts talking about the same thing so I just want to clarify what I mean when I say "Please don't reduce Lizzie's character and death to an extension of a man's" and similar things. (Just for some clarification before we start: I don't think this is some huge issue that we need to have a big fight about, but I have seen some people talking about it and I wanted to put in my two cents)
I know no one is doing this because they're misogynistic. I know there would be similar reactions if any of the men had the same arc over the season. I know people are telling the truth when they say the connections they're making between Lizzie and the male characters aren't because she's a woman. I know no one is thinking about her gender when they're saying these things and that is what bugs me, I think.
Fandom in general, but especially the MCYT fandom, has always had issues with the way we treat women. We have a tendency to reduce them to one or two characterizations (kind, mothering, vengeful, etc.) or to their relationships with men, things that aren't inherently bad things for a character to be. The issue comes from when that's the ONLY thing they ever get to be. They're not allowed to be as complex as the men. Again, I'm not at all saying that anyone is doing this on purpose, it's just a pattern that fandom culture as a whole seems to struggle with.
And when you have an issue like, that the answer isn't to ignore the gender aspect and treat all characters the same. You have to intentionally combat it. You have to take the time to deliberately give the female characters complex characterizations and interesting storylines outside of the men. It's equality vs. equity, you know?
If you've ever done research about writing POC characters, you've probably heard people say something like "Don't just write them like you would a white character because you might accidentally enforce stereotypes and biases you didn't even know existed. You have to be aware of those things so you can intentionally go against them." It's kinda similar to that in my head. You can't just say "I would do the same thing for a man" and be done with it because men and women have been treated very differently in fandom spaces and if we want to change that, we have to be intentional about how we write them.
I don't think there's anything inherently misogynistic about connecting Lizzie's death to the Canary Curse or Joel's revenge arc, but I would like her to also have her own character lore and a connection to the Watchers that isn't about a man. In a fandom space where women are constantly defined by their relationships with men and with a character who had as tragic a story as Lizzie, I would love for some of her lore to be about her and her alone. Connections to Jimmy and Joel are awesome! I love reading them! But I don't want that to be the only thing about her, even if that's what you would talk about if she were a man. She's not a man, she's a woman in a space where women are often mistreated or only seen as extensions of men. So even if you genuinely would say the same things about a man I just want you to challenge yourself to dig a little deeper with her character and find ways to give her something that is wholly and truly her own.
She had her own plans for revenge that went horribly wrong and ultimately led to her death! Even in her vengeful anger, she held a soft spot for Pearl because she remembered how she saved her in Session 1! She was forgotten and ignored by almost everyone! She tried to cheer herself up by doing something harmless and fun and that led to her being punched and then murdered for no reason! She wasn't even angry at Jimmy when he accidentally murdered her because she felt like it was her own fault! She tried so hard at everything she did and it still wasn't enough! She knew no one would come to save her from the caves! The only thing she asked of anyone was for them to come to her slumber party and still only one person showed up for her! She was forced to turn on her own husband to complete her task! She tried to make it up to him and it led to her being out of the game! No one even gave her a funeral when she was gone! She was forgotten and ignored in both life and death! There is so much more to her than being motivation for a man or breaking a man's curse, even if those are big things that happened.
Again, I'd like to make it very clear that I'm not angry about the way Lizzie has been treated, I'm mostly joking whenever I say things like in the original post. It's mostly just a feeling of "Come on I know we can do better than that!" And in the past few days I've seen a lot of people do some really amazing things with her character! So much amazing art and fanon lore! This isn't even a huge issue anymore because a lot of people have begun to explore her individual character now that the excitement about the Canary Curse has died down. This post is just an explanation for people who were asking questions or weren't sure what people meant in some posts from earlier in the week.
#i hope it's very clear that this isn't an attack against anyone it's just some observations about fandom as a whole with a focus on lizzie#i know it's truly not that deep especially for the life series#but this is a huge issue in almost every fandom and I've had thoughts like these about several different female characters#ldshadowlady#secret life spoilers#secret life#secret life smp#life series#trafficblr
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for the tag @esmealux ❤️❤️
How many works do you have on AO3?
I have 29 works on AO3. I've been working on a new Lucifer fic for the past 2 years on and off (mostly off) and that'll be my 30th on the site. However, I do have 63 works on ff.net (29 of them are the same) from various fandoms.
What's your total AO3 word count?
As of right now, I have a word count of 179,925 words on AO3. I know that total is sometimes some writers' word count for a single fic. ;)
What fandoms do you write for?
Right now, it's mainly Lucifer (and Supernatural).
I've been writing fanfics since I was a sophomore in high school. On ff.net I have written for (in no particular order): Bewitched, The Big Bang Theory, Castle, Doctor Who, Forever, Heroes, Jimmy Neutron, Lucifer, Smallville, Supernatural, Timeless, and Will & Grace.
Top five fics by kudos:
The More Things Change... (Lucifer): 1,090 kudos
Been Down This Road Before (Supernatural): 621 kudos
A Unique Guilt Trip (Lucifer): 548 kudos
Trick-Or-Treating Revelations (Lucifer): 543 kudos
Thanks For Listening (Lucifer): 449 kudos
Do you respond to comments?
Yes! I try to respond to every comment if I can... at least on AO3.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't actually write angsty endings. All my fics have happy endings actually. ❤️
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Oh, wow. Since all my fics have happy endings, it's hard to choose just one... for the ones I wrote over a decade ago, honestly, I can't remember... LOL. Read them if you so choose and pick your own. ;)
Do you get hate on fics?
I would get hate on fics on ff.net but thankfully (not so far) on AO3. When I first started writing fanfics, I interpreted some helpful advice AS hate, but it really wasn't. Thankfully the response is mostly positive on my writing. Sometimes I'll still get some "hate" on ff.net, but I still feel an obligation to post there for consistency since I cross-posted since getting an AO3 account.
Do you write smut?
No. (But I read it).
Craziest crossover:
The only crossover I have written was a Castle & Forever crossover that can be found on ff.net and AO3 called Ties That Bind.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I think somebody wanted to translate one of my older Smallville fics back in the day. Honestly, I can't remember which one or if it came to fruition.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not to my memory, but I used to beta all the time for Smallville. And I was a "consultant" on a fanfic on AO3 from a friend for a Forever and Quantum Leap crossover fic. Plus, I bounce ideas off with fandom friends in the Lucifer fanfiction world. ❤️
All time favorite ship?
Uhhhhhhhhhh... I can't say an all-time favorite ship because I love all of my ships equally. But I'll settle for my top two: Clois (Clark Kent and Lois Lane) and Deckerstar (Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar).
What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I've had a WIP for Sherlock/Sherlolly in my documents for quite a few years. It's a time travel one where Sherlock from post S4 gets sent back to the time between the end of S1 & beginning of S2. I don't think that one is ever gonna be finished to be honest. I never post fics until they're finished anyway, so at least there won't be anybody disappointed. ;)
What are your writing strengths?
I try to pride myself on the characters being written in-character - where the reader can actually picture the actor's expressions, mannerisms, etc - like they're watching an episode. Dialogue is definitely where I excel.
What are your writing weaknesses?
I really suck at descriptions. I'm not gonna lie. I have tried to work on setting the scene and character movements, etc but I still struggle with those factors.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
I'm not really great at it. If the character is known to say words or phrases in another language, I might write it in a few times, but nothing that needs a long translation.
First fandom you wrote in?
Jimmy Neutron (on ff.net) when I was about 16 years old.
Favorite fic you've written?
I have a few, but honestly I'm more proud of my Lucifer stories and my one Supernatural story, so I'd have to go with a tie between my first ever Lucifer fic: The More Things Change... and my Supernatural fic: Been Down This Road Before.
And right now the Lucifer fic I've been working on for 2 years is quickly becoming a favorite too. LOL. We'll see if people like it once I've finished it and started posting. ❤️
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Tagging a few of my fandom friends: @my-crazy-awesome-sox, @mightbeawriter, @wendeckerstart, @kaykat666, @thewollfgang and anyone else who wants to or feels inclined to do it! And to those that I tagged, please don't feel obliged to do it. Love oo!! ❤️
#Fanfiction#AO3#Writing#Reading#ff.net#Personal#This was fun#I like doing things like this every once and awhile
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Request for Jimmy Uso worried and angry after in a brawl backstage you took a hit for him and got injured, staying at your side while docs check on you?
Ofc!
Collateral
Pairing: Jimmy Uso x Fem reader
Description: Jimmy stays with you backstage in the med room after taking a hit for him from Dolph Ziggler
Jimmy felt fire in his soul and his heart shatter while holding your hand as you whimper and cry in the med room being checked over. You stood backstage watching Jimmy and Jey's tag team match against Dolph Ziggler and Baron Corbin feeling proud of the boys at how hard they were fighting until you notice jey handcuffed to the ropes leading to run as soon as you see dolph with a chair, he goes to hit jimmy with a kendo stick after the chair but instead of hitting jimmy he hits you nonstop before Solo comes in and stops him as Roman gets jey out of the handcuffs as you curl in a ball as jimmy realizes hitting corbin off the apron and going for dolph until he hears you cry for him making his heart sink hearing the pain and fear in your voice, he rolls you slowly before getting out of the ring with you in his arms jogging backstage to the med room having blood run down your face from a cut on your head, your eye begins to swell, nasty bruises already show on your body, and the bleeding slashes on your waist and chest from the kendo stick. He holds your hands as you are being treated feeling tears burn in his eyes as he hears you whimper and cry in pain especially when the lashes get cleaned "It's okay baby I promise it will be over in a little bit" solo walks in holding your shoulders down when you jump in pain, jimmy sees jey and roman in the ring with the two walking out of the room "Don't you do it man" he looks at you feeling his heart break again before the rage takes over leading him to walk back in the room and hold your hands as you are bandaged up while solo runs back out losing it on dolph while roman threw corbin out of the ring, jey runs backstage only to see your body tremble in fear while your head is tucked in jimmy's neck as he holds the back of your head with one hand while the other runs gently against your back looking at jey when he squeezes your hand and putting the other on jimmy's shoulder "Don't worry uce we gonna get em" jimmy nods before the two slowly lift you and take you to jimmy's car saying bye to jey before the two of you leave. He helps you change after carrying you inside to the bedroom giving you some anti inflammatories holding you in his arms as you slowly calm down and fall asleep hearing him whisper against your hair "I'm so sorry baby, I'll make sure they never mess with you again" as he watches over you making sure you weren't in any pain or traumatized more than you already were earlier he gets a call from jey who says after he answers "We got a tag team against those fools next week plus you get a match with zig" he smiles before saying alright and hanging up helping you walk to the bathroom to reclean and bandage your wounds before taking more pain relievers after eating before you were safely tucked under the covers and in jimmy's arms.
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... My Dawg
Punk
She/her/they cis lesbian
I have a beautiful wife who means the absolute world to me and two cats. I might post about them a lot because I love them just a stupid amount
Into wrasslin, Always Sunny, whump, and fanfic (be warned, I write NSFT whump a good amount, but I'll always tag it)
I'll probably post music I like. It's mostly upsetting mashups and ska. I'm sorry.
Professional ghostwriter/Professional editor; I write and edit romance novels
I write about people getting sad and fucking about it
I have OCs from my own independently published work that I might post about
Jey Uso stan. He's my ride or die. Babby child. He's always right and I got beef with anyone who goes up against him
Jey/Sami and Jey/Roman are my OTPs. I also ship Punk/Cena, Jimmy/Kevin, Hunter/Shawn, Hunter/Seth, any arrangement of the Shield, and early Sami/Kevin
My mom once said I treat boys like kittens and no one has ever called me out so brutally before or since
A fan of the whole Bloodline, Sami Zayn, Judgment Day, Carmella, Charlotte, the entire women's division, Bray Wyatt, Sheamus, Imperium, Seth Rollins, and any super gimmicky or OTT characters (aka the ones that get cut from the Hulu Raws)
I don't have access to live episodes, and my work schedule ebbs and flows. I'm pretty much always late watching stuff
The only people I truly loathe at WWE are Cody and Riddle (WWE stop hiring rapists 2k23 challenge). I'm also not a fan of most wrestling until the mid-'00s (mid-'10s for women's wrestling). I try really hard not to tag anything negative without tagging it! I'll always tag hate with wwe wank
I don't like AEW's more '90s-inspired approach to wrestling, though I do really like a lot of the people over there (former WWE talent and homegrown talent alike! I love Orange Cassidy and Danhausen). If I complain about it, I'll tag it with aew wank
My feelings about CM Punk are complicated. I love CM Punk, but Phil Brookes is a hypocritical, performative bitch who talks a big game while refusing to actually do anything meaningful
I don't really care about wins and losses in wrestling beyond story implications. As long as I find a potential storyline interesting, I'm into it. I'm also very good at reading too much into things
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Moviestar | Part1
AN: so I decided to split chapter 5 in two parts bc they all happen in the same week so expect part 2 in the next few weeks. This also an El Novio crossover so if you read that that's why you're tagged lol
Requested? No
Warnings: general fluff, slight angst from a non main char
The things Jack did for Miriam. He sat at eight in the morning in the private parking in LAX where celebrities and other rich people would get their cars from if they didn't want to get bombarded by paps. Her plane was landing from JFK since she was in New York for the 'In the Heights' world premiere and doing late night tv interviews to promote it. She was in LA for two weeks doing promotion for the movie. Since Jack had a day off, he jokingly volunteered to be her assistant for the day.
They were finally on good terms. After he sent her the song and called her, they had a long talk. Miriam heard Jack's side and how he only texted her because he thought her sister would be able to help him get close to her. But after realizing that all he had to do was to talk to her and get close to her, he basically cut off contact with her sister. She'd occasionally text him but he'd ignore them. He even insisted on sending her screenshots of the messages, but she didn't need to see them.
Miriam believed him and apologized. She felt like an idiot for jumping to conclusions. Jack isn't like him. Jack was kind and honest with her. She now knew that he wouldn't treat her the way he did.
There was a soft knock from the passenger window. He looked up and saw Miriam waving. Jack got out of the car and opened the back door for her. He made a face only seeing her place a few garment bags and her backpack in the backseat. When they flew out to New York, she had two large suitcases, a duffle bag, her backpack and her bag, so he knew she never traveled that light.
"Where's the rest of your stuff?" He asked as he held the door for her. His eyes lingered on her ass, admiring how it looked in her teal leggings as she climbed in the car.
"Beto has them. Those are just outfit changes for the day." She said, undoing her french braid and twisting her hair into a bun.
"What time do you have to be at the studio?" He asked, scrolling through his music.
"Twelve. Are you down to get Roscoe's for breakfast? I'm starving." She asked, rubbing her stomach.
"If you want, I have never been." He shrugged.
Miriam's eyes widened in disbelief when she turned to look at him. "What do you mean you've never been? It's Roscoe's."
"What do you want me to say, I've never been. When I'm here, I'm usually eating out at work dinners or dinners before heading out to events. I don't really have a chance to go explore, but it's been on my bucket list."
"I guess this means I'm taking your virginity."
"You're six years too late." Jack said, smirking. He grinned watching her get flustered.
"That's now what I meant."
"Miriam you straight up said, 'I'm taking your virginity.'" He said, imitating her in a valley girl accent.
"Whatever, and I don't sound like that." Miriam rolled her eyes. She smacked his thigh. "Move, I'm driving, the one at Long Beach is the best." She climbed over the center console. Jack obediently got out of the car and went to the passenger side. He bit back a comment as he watched her pull the car seat closer to the steering wheel. In a few minutes she was getting on the 105.
After playing a 00s hip hop playlist, Jack asked, "So you know how to go from the airport to Roscoe's in Long Beach but not your house to Nobu?"
"It was nighttime." She argued. She pointed a finger at him. "And before you say anything, my mom's parents live in Long Beach. When I was little, if my team won our game, my grandparents would take me to Roscoe's for a celebratory lunch. Plus, I rarely go to Nobu."
For the next half hour, Jack and Miriam talked about the interview with Jimmy Fallon she did the day before. In reality it was her getting embarrassed for ten minutes. She started her interview talking about how she couldn't stop quoting '10 Things I Hate About You' to Joseph Gordon Levitt, who was the other artist being interviewed when she was backstage. After that she finally talked about 'In the Heights' and how excited she was that it was finally coming out.
She was asked how she got the role. So went on explaining that when she was in Berkeley, she was the costume director for a community theater in Oakland. They haven't cast Vanessa and the musical director overheard her singing when she was backstage sorting out costumes and asked her to audition. She got cast and on opening night they were told that Lin Manuel Miranda was in the audience. After their performance, Lin Manuel Miranda went up to her and mentioned that she looks a lot like Isabela Miller. She told him that she was her mom. He apologized then started talking about they were looking for someone to replace Melissa Barrera and that she should send a tape because he was impressed with her performance.
Jimmy later brought up how she recreated her look from when she watched the musical on Broadway with her family for the red-carpet premiere. She even recreated the picture she took with Karen Olivo, the actor who played Vanessa in the Broadway musical. Then they played a clip of her character helping Anthony Ramos' character get a stain off his shirt while arranging a date with him through her cousin. To add the embarrassment, Miriam found out her parents sent out a clip of her performance in the musical so of course Jimmy had to play it. Luckily for her people were impressed with her singing.
Miriam finished her story with how she played a musical genre game with Jimmy and Joseph Gordon Levitt, similar to the one game Ariana Grande played where she sang 'Humble' like she was Evanescence. Though Miriam had to sing a version of 'What's Poppin' in 90s Rock. She asked what they meant by 90s Rock and Joseph Gordon Levitt said 'angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion' which was one of his lines from '10 Things I Hate About You'. To which Miriam got flustered because he quoted the movie.
Miriam pulled up to the parking lot just as she was telling Jack that her and Joseph Gordon Levitt did a few tiktoks recreating some of her favorite lines from the movie. She gave Jack his keys and led him to the street light so they could cross.
While they waited to be seated, Jack noticed an older couple sitting in the back glancing over to Miriam.
"There's a couple that keeps looking at you." He said in a low voice.
Miriam looked behind him and cursed. "Those are my grandparents." She mumbled.
Jack looked over to the couple, noticing her grandfather had similar physical features as him. "Yo, your grandpa is white?" He whispered incredulously.
"Yeah?" Miriam nodded. "Why do you think my mom's last name is Miller?"
"Damn, you got me there. That means you're what…25% white?"
"C'mon we have to say hi." She said, dismissing his comment. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him to her grandparents. Her face lit up when they neared the table. She hugged and kissed them on the cheek. Then turned to Jack. "This is my friend, Jack."
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Jack Harlow." He said, extending his hand out to them.
Her grandparents shook his hand and called a server to bring them two more menus for Jack and Miriam. They insisted that they join them instead of waiting to be seated.
"¿Es tu amigo o tu amiguito?" Abuela Marisa asked Miriam when Jack pulled her chair out before he sat down.
"Abuela." She playfully rolled her eyes.
"What do you do?" Grandpa Joseph asked Jack.
"I make music," He said nervously. He wiped his hands against his pants and cleared his throat. "I actually performed on SNL the same night Miriam's mom–er your daughter hosted."
A server came by and took their orders. Jack placed his arm on the back of Miriam's chair, but brought it to his side, feeling her grandfather's eyes on him. Throughout their meal her grandfather kept looking over to him to make sure he had his hands to himself. Jack was afraid to even reach for his water. When it was time to pay, Miriam's grandfather pulled out his card before Jack could reach for his wallet, so he left a generous tip.
"I think your grandpa hates me." Jack said as they drove off to the studio where Miriam was going to do interviews.
"Nah, he's just jealous because he's not only the token white guy in my life." She said, reaching behind her seat for her HydroFlask.
Now that it was 10:30 in the morning, traffic picked up. What should have been a half hour drive now took an hour. Not that Jack and Miriam minded, they spent the whole drive talking. Jack was telling her that he and Lil Nas X finally filmed the music for their song. Miriam smiled listening to him talk about how privileged he felt being able to have a song with him and how he was able to get a genuine friendship out of the collab. He went on telling her that he had an inkling that the song was going to be a hit.
"You want Starbucks?" Jack asked her, getting on the ramp to get off the 101.
"Sure," she said.
He nodded and switched lanes, so he could make a u-turn. He knew a Starbucks a few blocks away. It was near a studio he sometimes worked at. What he liked about it was that it had a drive-thru. Fortunately there wasn't a line in the drive-thru.
"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what I can get started this morning." The barista greeted them when he pulled up to order.
"Mornin'," he greeted the barista back. He leaned into the car door so he could read off the screen to make sure they got their orders right. "Can I get a venti iced coffee with light ice, oatmilk, vanilla and a pump of cinnamon dolce. Then can I also get a venti extra hot honey citrus tea and two water bottles."
Miriam sat dumbfoundedly. She didn't think that he still remembered her coffee order. When he spent the week with her in New York, he'd go every morning to the Starbucks down the block from her parents' place and bring her iced coffee. She scrambled to get cash out as he pulled up to the window, but Jack had his phone ready.
"Put that away." He told her, gently pushing her hand away. He paid and handed her her drink.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the studio where Miriam was doing her interviews. Jack helped her carry her garment bags and backpack. Despite it being 70° he pulled on his hoodie, not wanting to draw attention to him.
Hours had gone by, Miriam did an impromptu photoshoot for Teen Vogue and finished most of her interviews. She had one more interview left, Elle's Song Association. She was changing out of one of the outfits from the photoshoot while Jack sat on the sofa, reading emails to distract himself from making small talk with Miriam. He got a text from his stylist letting him know that his suit was ready for Zach and Stassie's party. He replied that he'll pick it up in the morning of the party.
"Hey, Miriam?" he called to her.
"Yeah?" She answered, walking out of the makeshift divider she used to change in in a powder pink, knitted but corseted Vivienne Westwood dress she took from her mom's closet that she knew she was going to get lectured for.
"Are you going to Zack's party?" He asked.
His eyes trailed down how the dress hugged her figure perfectly and really accentuated her ass. He also admired how the light color made her tan skin glow.
"No," she shook head. She went over to sit in front of the vanity and wiped off the exaggerated eyeshadow from the photoshoot. "I got a small part in this show during my two week break. And the night of the party, I have a night shoot. Are you going?"
"Yeah, my team is making me go." He sighed dramatically. He was looking forward to going but now that he knew that she wasn't going, he wanted to get out of going.
"Ay, pobrecito, your team is making you go to an exclusive party full of models and rich people." She said in a sarcastic tone to him.
At the same time Jack opened his mouth, Miriam's mom, Isabela, entered the dressing room.
"Miriam, are you ready?" She asked. She was helping her with her interviews since she was Miriam's manager and agent.
"Yeah," Miriam nodded, hopping off the makeup chair.
Isabela nodded and exited the dressing room. Miriam touched up the rest of her makeup and motioned Jack to follow her out to where she was filming.
The producer came by and explained to Miriam that she was going to have a teleprompter in front of her with the intro and that it will show the word she had with a timer. The director yelled out action and began filming.
"Hi, I'm Miriam Dominguez. I'm going to play 'Song Association' with Elle. I'll be given a word in English or Spanish and I'm going to have fifteen seconds to sing or rap that word in the song." She read off the teleprompter. After that it showed her thirty seconds to add a tidbit about the game. "I love this series so much. That being said, I don't have high expectations but my goal is to beat my friend who did this last year."
She quickly glanced at Jack, letting him know she'd seen him in that ridiculously ugly green leopard print hoodie. "But before we get started, don't forget to watch 'In the Heights' in theaters or stream it on HBOMax."
Miriam glanced down at the teleprompter, reading her first word. "'Back'...Oh this is from my college days! 'She made that back move (damn) she made the tiddies move (goddamn)'. That was 'Moves' by Big Sean. Him, JCole, and Kendrick really shaped 2017 musically for me. And it's a fun song to dance to."
The following word was head. "Head. 'In your head, in your head, they are fighting. With their tanks, and their bombs. And their bombs, and their guns.' Zombie by The Cranberries."
"Town. 'I'll be downtown, get a nice studio, get out of the barrio.' 96000 from In theHeights. That song took us like a month to get right because the weather was not agreeing with us. It rained every other day so we had to film sporadically. But I think it was executed well. It's actually my favorite song from the musical because of how everyone's verses are all intertwined."
The next word was ask. "Ask? Ask…ask…wait!" Miriam clapped her hands, remembering, "'Ask about me, Ask about me, something something.' Creme by Jack Harlow."
She avoided Jack's cocky grin and read the next word, fly. "Fly… 'one day I'm walking to JFK and I'm gonna fly'" Miriam held the note for a few more seconds. "That was 'It Won't be Long Now.' That's my character's solo song where we get to know her a little more than just the girl that works at the salon that Usnavi has a crush on. I sang that one while we filmed. Jon Chu, our amazing director, and Lin thought we'd get more rawness and vulnerability from my character if I didn't lip sync."
Fire was the next word. "'We burned too bright, now the fire's gone, watch it all fall down, Babylon.' That's Babylon by 5sos," Miriam leaned forward and looked directly into the camera. "And for the millionth time, Babylon is not about me. Cal and I are good friends and y'all need to stop being weird when me and his girlfriend hang out. We're all adults and talk–"
"Miriam," Isabela said to her to remind her to focus on the task at hand.
"Sorry," she said, embarrassed. She leaned back and read the next word. "Kiss, oh easy. 'I wanna be missed like every night. I wanna be kissed like it's the last time, say you can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe without me.' 'Wanna be Missed' by Hayley Kiyoko aka Lesbian Jesus. I used to have the hugest crush on her when I was in high school. Like I've seen 'Lemonade Mouth' and 'Gem and the Holograms' an embarrassing amount of times."
Miriam reached down for her water and took a sip. "Okay, the next word is 'loco'… oh duh, 'Ella y yo, dos locos viviendo una aventura castigada por Dios,' 'Ella y Yo' by Aventura and Don Omar. That song is so messy. It's about this guy trying to tell his best friend that he's fucking his wife, but he's being vague about it and the best friend is encouraging him to get the girl. A wholeass mess, but when I was little I just danced to it so much. Until I was older and let the lyrics marinate in my brain."
She left out an uncomfortable laugh and took another sip of her water. "Maybe." She looked over to Jack and smiled innocently. She cleared her throat and sang, "'Maybe I'm a fool, maybe I'm a fool for you,' 'Cherry Hill' by Russ."
Jack lifted his hand discreetly, flipping her off since her mom was sitting next to him. Miriam knew better than to sing Russ in his presence. She's watched his Crew League game and she joked that he should have put her in his team. She's not afraid of getting scrappy.
"Anyways, the next word is taste. 'Yikes, might get spooky, scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it. Tastes like candy, yeah, I might chew it. Tastes like candy, yeah, I might lose it.' That's 'Yikes' from the Scooby-Doo soundtrack."
"Who sings it?" Jack found himself asking her because she didn't mention that it was his song.
"So the next word is paso." She said, ignoring his question. "Oh that's easy, La Carcacha by Selena. 'Carcacha, paso a pasito, no dejes de tambalear. Carcacha, poco a poquito, no nos vayas a dejar.' It's my second favorite song of hers. Not that anyone is asking but 'Amor Prohibido' is my favorite."
She shifted in her seat, her back was starting to hurt from sitting too long. "Pretty…'All the pretty girls in the world, but I'm in this space with you. Colored out the lines, I came to find, my fire was fate with you.' Honey by my fave Kehlani. 2018 was a good year for music, especially for, like, women making music about openly loving other women. As someone who likes women, it's nice to have that representation."
Jack furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Did he miss something in all the times he hung out with her? He glanced at Isabela and she seemed unphased by Miriam's comment about liking women.
"Bailar," Miriam said, making Jack focus back on the game. She swayed her shoulders dancing to the beat she was making. "'Salió a la disco a bailar una diva virtual, Chequea cómo se menea. Chequea cómo se menea. Chequea cómo se menea.' That was 'Diva Virtual' by Don Omar. It was in the fourth Fast and Furious movie at that one scene where Brian and Dom were at the underground club. Truthfully, this is the second best movie of the franchise, the first one is obviously the best one. The fourth one truly encapsulates the 'family over everything' speech Dom preaches in all the movies. My friend Claudia agrees with me. Like we had long conversations about this. Not to mention, Mia and Brian were everything to me. They really got the friends to lovers to ex-lover to lovers trope down in that movie. Though I did listen to the new Fast and Furious 9 soundtrack. I like listening to movie soundtracks and I really like the song with Ty Dolla $ign. Actually I was asked to play young Lety, but I was filming "In the Heights.'...hold on…the first Fast and Furious is basically Point Break but with cars. Like an FBI agent is asked to infiltrate a group that allegedly is involved in some type of robberies and other illegal activities. Then–"
"Mija focus." Her mom reminded her.
Miriam felt her cheeks warm up. She pushed back her curls. She glanced over to Jack to see if he got the reference to his song with Ty Dolla $ign, but he had a pensive face, not paying attention to her or the game. She pushed back her curls and went back to the game.
"Right, what's the next word?" She asked. She read the teleprompter and snorted. "The next word is next. Hm, ooh, I got another one from ‘In the Heights’, 'Vanessa, let me get the next one! Vanessa, let me interject some!'. I don't remember the song title but it was the scene where Vanessa and Usnavi go to a salsa club. When we were learning the choreography for that song, Karen Olivo, who played Vanessa in the Broadway production, came to visit the set. I was so nervous to meet her but she was so nice and gave me a few pointers. A few days ago at the movie premiere she was there and made me cry by saying that I did a good job."
"Last one." The director announced.
Miriam nodded and read the word. She made a face "Gente? Gente…gente? I don't think I have–wait yes I do, I'm so stupid. 'Delante de la gente no me mires. No suspires, no me llames, aunque me ames.' It's that Joan Sebastian song from the telenovela my abuela Marisa used to watch when I was younger. I don't recall anything about the telenovela but I remember the theme song."
The director pulled up another script on the teleprompter for Miriam to read. "That was me playing 'Song Association'. Thank you for watching and don't forget to watch 'In the Heights' in theaters or on HBOMAX."
The director yelled out cut. A crew member turned off the teleprompter. Miriam stood up and stretched, cracking her back.
"I totally beat your score." She said smugly when she approached Jack.
"Yeah, you did." He hummed unenthusiastically.
Admittedly, Jack didn't pay attention to the rest of the game. He spent the rest of the recording thinking about her comment about liking women when she did the Kehlani song. He felt out of the loop and quite frankly embarrassed that he was trying to make a move on her when she wasn't attracted to him. Which confused him a bit since they almost hooked up.
Miriam's mom approached them after talking to the director. "Okay, that's a wrap. I'm gonna head out once I finish with the crew, so I'll be here for another half hour, but you guys can leave whenever."
Miriam nodded. "That's cool. I'm gonna change then."
Isabela locked her iPad and went to where the crew was taking down the backdrop. Jack followed Miriam to her dressing room and sat on the couch, trying to process. He watched her take a garment bag with her.
"Amá!" Miriam called a few seconds later from the divider she was changing at.
"She's still outside with the crew." Jack said, clearing his throat.
"Shit…wait can you help me?" She asked, popping her head out.
"Sure?" He said hesitantly.
"Can you unclip the hook? I can't reach it." She said, making her way to him. She took advantage that he sat with his legs spread out and squatted in front of him, gripping the middle of his thighs so she wouldn't lose balance. "The hook is on the back this time."
"Haha," he said sarcastically, earning a snort from her.
She was referring to when he was struggling to take off her dress back in New York. He pushed her hair over her shoulder. He swiftly unhooked it. He placed a hand on her ribs and slowly dragged down the zipper of the dress.
"So, uh, remember when you were doing the Song Association video." Jack found himself saying.
"Yeah, it was like five minutes ago." Miriam nodded.
She internally cringed. He was probably gonna tease her for mentioning two of his songs.
"Well, you…okay… I don't want to sound invasive or nosy because it's not my business. But I wanted to clear something up with you." Jack mumbled, rubbing his face.
"What's up?" She asked, pushing herself up and sitting on his knee to look at him.
"You said you like girls." He said.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" She was now confused with what he was asking.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if that means you're a les…" Jack trailed off at the end so she could fill in.
Miriam snorted. "No it means I'm bi, Jack. I like whoever." She shrugged.
"Okay, I was just making sure I still had a shot." He said quietly, but still loud enough for her to hear him. She playfully rolled her eyes at him. Jack placed his hand on her knee and softened his face. "I'm sorry if my asking was rude or intrusive. You didn't have to answer."
Miriam reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You're good. If I didn't feel comfortable talking about it, I wouldn't have mentioned it at all when I was making the video."
"Cool," he nodded.
"Well, I'm gonna change, so…"
"Yeah…"
Miriam got up and went behind the divider. She carefully shrugged off the vintage dress. She got dressed in a fitted white long sleeve top and paired it with high waisted boyfriend jeans. She walked out to the vanity and switched out her jewelry. She layered two necklaces with her Virgencita necklace and removed the green diamond and tourmaline earrings from Cartier's cactus collection, replacing them with her hoop earrings.
From the corner of her eye she noticed Jack looking down at his phone with a deep frown. He hung up but seconds later it rang.
He cursed and answered. "What?" He got up and paced around. "Today's my day off, Neelam…Yeah, I'll be there."
Miriam pretended to organize her jewelry while Jack talked more. She didn't hear much, but she could tell he was annoyed.
"Everything okay?" She asked him when he hung up.
She sat on the couch. Jack plopped himself on the couch and rested his head on her lap. One leg was stretched out to the armrest and the other was firmly planted on the floor.
"No, I just got called into the recording studio. One of the sound engineers wanted to try this thing and they can only do it today because they're going to Jamaica to work with someone else for a month." He looked sullen. "We had plans and now I ruined them."
"It's okay. We were just gonna watch the new 'Conjuring' movie and eat pizza back at your rental." She said twirling his curls and gently scratching his scalp. "Unless we were doing something else."
"Maybe you giving me head scratches 'cause, fuck," He moaned in pleasure, melting to her touch. "Forgot how good your hands feel on me."
"You're just like Daisy when I give her belly scratches. I'm surprised you're not thumping one of your legs."
"That's because I'm not a dog." He said as a matter of fact. Miriam pulled her lips together. He sat up. "Hey, take that shit back."
"I didn't say anything." She giggled defensively.
"You didn't have to, your face said enough." He crossed his arms and fake pouted, looking away from her.
"You're so melodramatic." She teased.
A few seconds passed and he didn't budge. His fake pout turned to a real frown. Part of him suspected that she hadn't fully forgiven him for the stuff with her sister. If he was in her shoes he wouldn't have. But he at least expected that she didn't think ill of him.
"Hey, I'm just playing." She said softly. She stood up and pulled his arms apart. She straddled his lap and pulled his face up so he could look at her. "Jack, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I should have been more aware of what it could have meant. Especially after the hurtful things I said to you when–"
"You're good." He said, cutting off her rambling. He dropped his shoulders. "I let my insecurities get the best of me. I really don't want to fuck this up."
"You're not." She said, scooting closer to him.
"You're a Warriors fan right?" Jack asked Miriam, casually resting his hands on the side of her thighs.
"Yeah, but I mostly like watching their games up in Oakland. I have my own reserved courtside seat and everything." She said. Her hands dropped to his chest and she began playing with the strings of his hoodie.
"Oh, so I guess you wouldn't want to go with me to see them at the Clippers game this weekend then." He shrugged.
She stopped playing with the strings and made a face. "Now hold on. I didn't say that."
"So you do want to go with me?"
"Depends on the seats. I only do courtside."
"Obviously they're courtside. We can't have you sit with the common folk." He said coolly.
"Glad we're on the same page."
"Me too."
There was a shift between them. The animosity they had evaporated into the air when they looked into their eyes. Jack glanced down to her lips then back to soft brown eyes. He tentatively reached for a loose curl and tucked it behind her ear. He gently cupped her cheek and slowly pulled her to him.
"Miriam," her mom said entering the dressing room. Her eyes widened seeing her daughter sitting on Jack's lap. "I'm so sorry for interrupting."
Isabela closed the door, letting the pair scramble off each other. Miriam went to her vanity and went to finish packing up her things while Jack went to the divider to fix the tent in his pants. He grabbed his backpack and his keys.
"Uh, I'll see you later." He said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I'll see you." Miriam nodded.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Jack exited the dressing room. Miriam rushed over to the door to hear what her mom was telling him. She cursed when she heard her mom's laughter. All she hoped for was that her mom wouldn't say something embarrassing. It was bad enough that she walked in on them almost kissing, the last thing Miriam wanted was for her mom to make it a running joke.
Isabela walked in with her phone glued to her ear. She motioned Miriam if she was ready to go as she listened to whoever was on the other side talking. She nodded yes and grabbed her things.
They didn't talk on the drive home since Isabela was working out her filming schedule with her own agent for an upcoming series, so Miriam spent it on her phone. Both the tiktok of her and Joseph Gordon Levitt recreating a scene from 10 Things I Hate About You and the video of her pretending not to know Jack and his song 'WHAT'S POPPIN' when she was playing the singing game with Joseph Gordon Levitt and Jimmy Fallon were going viral on Twitter. A few of her fans pointed out that she did in fact know who Jack was and retweeted the video of them at the soccer game along with a screenshot of her post with lyrics to his songs. Miriam retweeted them with 'it's called acting lol'.
"I guess I now know what my mom meant when she said that her and my dad had breakfast with you and your amiguito." Isabela said as they waited in line to get through their neighborhood's security gate.
"Abuela talks too much. And Jack is just my friend." Miriam said defensively.
"If you say so." Her mom said with an amused look.
"We are." She insisted.
"Yo no dije nada. If you say you're friends, then you're friends." She shrugged.
They pulled up to the house. The staff came out to help them with their things. Miriam asked the housekeeper to place her things in her room and that she'll arrange them later. She followed her mom to the kitchen. Her brother was in front of the stove stirring a pot.
"What's this?" Isabela asked Joseph, gesturing to the kitchen island.
There was a small money tree and two other plants in slate colored eco pots. In front of the plants was a magnetic gift box with a white envelope on top of it.
"A guy with Tarzan hair dropped this off for Miriam. It's from a certain amiguito as abuela likes to say." He said in a teasing tone. He pointed at the gift box. "Oh and what's inside the box is not chocolate."
"It's illegal to open people's mail." Miriam chastised her older brother, ignoring her mom's knowing smirk.
"It's technically not mail, there was no stamp or return address." Joseph said, going back to the stove.
Miriam ignored him and straight to the envelope. It had her name written in the front and was wax sealed in the back with a butterfly design. She carefully opened the envelope with a butter knife, not wanting to ruin the wax seal. She pulled out a small note card and smiled at the message: ''Congrats on your film, moviestar.' Jack's signature took up most of the space in the note card. She placed it back in its envelope.
She reached for the gift box. Inside was a square-shaped black box with shredded white paper filling the bottom. She grabbed the box and set it on the island.
"Oh my fucking god, Miriam, just open it." Joseph groaned at her for taking a long time to open her presents.
She gave him an annoyed look and went back to the box. She lifted the cover and revealed a necklace. Her eyes widened at the sight. Miriam lifted the necklace off its box to inspect it better. There were six gold butterflies evenly spaced with eight clusters, each cluster consisting four, of what she hoped were fake diamonds.
Miriam looked at her mom and brother and laughed dryly. "Those are definitely not chocolates."
***
Jack's social battery drained out an hour into Zack's party. He did a few rounds and took pictures with people in the photo booth. After taking pictures, he mostly hung out with Lil Nas X. He was with Winnie and her boyfriend, but he felt like a third wheel and the friend Winnie introduced him to was boring him. She was an upcoming rapper/r&b singer. The one thing that interested his team was that she spoke French because she spent half of her upbringing in Paris. His team wanted someone that spoke French to film a video with him to promote his upcoming tour.
'Fuck it' he thought to himself. He pulled out his phone and called Miriam as he made his way to the bathroom for privacy.
"Bueno?" She answered.
"Hey, it's me, Jack." He said.
"I know, I have your number saved."
"Right…" he leaned against the bathroom sink.
"What's up?" Miriam asked him.
"Nothing, I'm bored." He sighed.
"Didn't the party just start an hour ago?" She giggled.
"Yeah, that's why I wish you were here." He said truthfully. "You're more fun to be around."
"Obviously I am." She said, making him chuckle. "But I'm at work…unless you wanna come over to set. I came in early, my call time is at 11pm."
"I won't be bothering you?"
"No, I was just gonna order food then watch my friends heckle Bobby Flay on his show while I wait."
Jack nodded. "Okay, send me the address and I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Va." She said before hanging up.
His phone lit up seconds later with the address and a picture of a code security had to scan to let him into the set. He exited the bathroom and did his rounds of saying goodbye to the people he knew. He vaguely agreed to meet with people and attend their parties as he bid goodbye to them. He made eye contact with Gigi, the girl who played his love interest in the Luv is Dro video, and who also happened to be a really close friend of Miriam's. She was with her boyfriend, the four members of 5 Seconds of Summer, and the Hunter sisters (Alina and Gia).
He nodded at her, but she waved him over. So he went over to say hi.
"Hey, I'm heading out. I'm sorry I didn't see you earlier." He said, giving her a side hug.
"Bro, I just got here." Gigi giggled.
She motioned to the group and introduced them to Jack. He greeted everyone and made brief small talk. He checked the time and sighed.
"Do you have to be somewhere?" Gigi asked him.
Jack leaned into her. "I'm going over to see Miriam." He pulled back and watched her eyes widened in excitement. He leaned back. "Don't start, we're just friends."
"I'm not gonna say anything!" She exclaimed in a tone where she was most definitely gonna say something. She closed her mouth then opened it, asking, "Do you mind getting in another group picture? The photo booth finally died down."
"I'm down."
Jack followed Gigi's friend group to the photobooth. He awkwardly stood off to the side as Gia, one of the Hunter sisters, arranged the group so they all could fit in the picture. Which was a struggle since all six men (Gigi's boyfriend, 5sos and Jack) were at least six feet tall, but Gia made it work. The photographer took about five pictures and Jack was in his way.
While he waited for the valet to bring in his car, he looked up how far the set was from where he was. He was surprised to find out the set was a fifteen minute drive to Van Nuys. He texted Miriam if she wanted food. She replied seconds later that she was fine with whatever he wanted. Jack decided on In-N-Out.
He pulled up to the drive-thru and ordered a double-double for himself with no tomatoes and one for Miriam but instead of regular fries and a drink, he ordered animal fries and a vanilla shake, but also ordered regular fries and a pink lemonade for her.
The drive to In-N-Out to set took five minutes. He showed security the code Miriam sent him. Security told him to follow the parked golf carts all the way to the end and that would lead him to the guest parking and the trailers. He got lucky and Miriam's trailer was close to the parking lot.
He grabbed their food and knocked on her trailer door. Miriam opened the door. Her eyes widened seeing the food he carried.
"By any chance you haven't seen my Instagram story right?" She asked him, motioning him inside.
"No, why?" He asked her skeptically.
"No reason, let me just delete it." She mumbled under breath, reaching for her phone that was next to their food.
But Jack was closer to her phone. He snatched her phone before she could get it and placed it in his pocket.
"Jack, give me my phone." She said, trying to reach for it.
"No, I wanna see what you posted."
He stood up, lifting his arm up so she couldn't reach it and loaded Instagram. Her story was the first one to appear. He tapped it. It was a mirror selfie of her in her trailer with the caption 'I'm fucking the next person that brings me In-N-Out.' Jack looked over his shoulder to a mortified Miriam.
"I don't have condoms, sorry." He shrugged apologetically, handing her back her phone.
"Funny," she laughed wryly, looking at him. She noticed that he was still wearing his suit from the party. "I have extra clothes if you want to change."
"Oh thank god, 'cause I can't stand this suit."
Miriam snorted at his comment and went to her duffle bag. She grabbed a pair of oversized sweats and hoodie for him. She tossed them to him. "Here, the bathroom is down the hall."
Jack held up the hoodie and pursed his lips. "I've been looking for this hoodie."
"Who said it was yours?"
"The fucking tag. I got my initials stitched on them." He showed her the inside tag, low and behold, JH was stitched in the tag.
"I think it's time you know the truth. My real name is Julia Hernandez. The Dominguez family adopted me when I was fourteen but what they didn't know was that the orphanage I was raised at was an assassin training facility." Miriam said in a somber tone.
Jack was quiet, thinking over what she said. It was obvious that she was lying but the way she executed her little speech had him questioning it.
"Not you thinking it's true." She said, folding over laughing.
"I'm gonna change." He murmured.
Miriam rolled her eyes. She cleaned up the coffee table and placed the food on it. She unlocked her phone and snapped a picture of their food. After making sure there wasn't anything in the picture that can be traced back to Jack, she captioned it '👁👄👁' and posted it on her public account.
She switched to Twitter and the first thing she saw was a picture of Calum and the girl that has been claiming that she's his girlfriend and that Claudia is his fake one for PR purposes. The girl was going the extra mile to buy clothes that looked similar to Calum's to act as if they were his. Miriam cursed in Spanish and facetimed her friend. She knew Claudia wasn't going because she was teaching summer school at a magnet school, so she couldn't stay up late in the middle of the week.
"I know I saw. Mede sent me the picture and Gigi texted me and told me that she was begging for a picture." Claudia answered. She was in Calum's trademark Empathy hoodie.
"I figured. I just wanted to check in." She said, sipping her milk shake.
"I'm fine. I know Cal isn't cheating. I trust him. Plus he's not stupid enough to go out with his alleged amante to an event my cousin and two of my friends are attending. He actually mentioned to me that he was planning on talking to her face to face to sort this shit out because he's even tired of her shit."
"That's good. He needs to set boundaries and–"
Miriam was cut off by Claudia's sniffles.
"It's just so frustrating." Claudia began. She pulled on the hoodie and hugged herself. "Me vale verga what she says because at the end of the day she's rhe one making herself look stupid. But I'm just tired of him not doing anything. A simple tweet would clear the air. Pero no dice nada. Then there's the fucking dumb fans that actually believe her and are in my shit commenting how she suits him more because she’s not too Latina. Which is so fucked up to say and I don't have the energy to get in to it, but you know."
"Who is she? I've only seen her at a brunch thingy with Kat and her model friends." Miriam asked.
"She's some r&b singer. She was pretty popular in France because she was raised there and knows French and incorporates it in her music. Like she's interesting, even from what I heard about her music, which isn't the best lyrically, she can gain a decent following here. So I don't know why she's making up these lies about Cal. It got to the point where I asked him if she used to be one of his groupies from back then. I hate how it makes me look crazy and untrusting."
"Was she?"
"No, but they met when we started talking because Mitchy Collins befriended her during their tour in 2018. Which is probably why your sister knows her. That creep likes to hang out with girls several years younger than him." Claudia huffed. She looked to the side, she smiled softly. "Hi."
"Hey." Calum mumbled, coming into the frame. He leaned down to kiss her and inspected her face. "Have you been crying?"
"She was," Miriam said, making her presence known. "I saw she posted a picture editing her reaction to 'In the Heights' and I called her. She started crying saying how proud of me she was."
She watched Claudia relax, thankful that she made up an excuse as to why she was crying.
"I'm not surprised, half of her video was crying." He joked.
"Cal, you're spoiling the video." Claudia mumbled.
"She was in the movie, she knows what happened." He said, laying down next to her. He looked straight at Miriam. "I met your friend at the party earlier."
"What friend?" Claudia asked, tilting her head with a knowing grin.
"Don't worry about it." Miriam shrugged.
With her luck, Jack walked out of the bathroom and was in the frame.
"Oh shit, I didn't mean to interrupt your call." He said, his cheeks flushing when he realized her friends could see him.
"You're good. I was just hanging up." She said,"Bye."
"Güey–"
Miriam didn't let Claudia finish. She knew she would have said something embarrassing in front of Jack.
"Why am I just noticing your hair?" Jack said, reaching for a blonde strand to twirl with his fingers.
"It's a wig. My character is edgy and not like other girls." She said in a snooty tone. She wore a wig with the same shade of brown hair as hers, but it reached her shoulder blades. It was also straight and the underpart was bleached blonde.
"Oh, I thought you were finally embracing your grandpa's white side." He said dropping the strand. "You look good though."
Miriam burst into a fit of giggles. "I hate you, you know."
"Not even ten minutes ago you wanted to fuck me because I brought you In-N-Out." He said, reaching for his tomato-less burger.
"You're taking my instagram story out of context?"
"Am I?" He asked.
"Yes!"
He shrugged, taking a bite of his burger. "We'll agree to disagree."
*
An hour or so passed and it was time for Miriam to get her makeup done so she could film her scenes. The makeup artist entered the trailer and spotted a sleeping Jack. It was obvious that the makeup artist knew who he was, but Miriam didn't say anything. Not until she saw the makeup artist position her phone at a weird angle that was pointing directly at Jack after she spent a good ten minutes texting.
"Um, I don't want to sound rude or anything, but I have a no phones rule when I have crew members in my trailer. It's late and I think you'll be more efficient if you don't have your phone distracting you." Miriam said.
"Oh, of course." The makeup artist nodded with a tight lipped smile. They took their phone and slipped it inside their bag.
Miriam knew they were probably gonna talk or post about Jack sleeping in her trailer with her thick tiger blanket, but at least they wouldn't have any photographic evidence to support their claims. She knew Jack had an image to protect and a picture of him sleeping in her trailer wouldn't fit the image he and his team created.
The makeup artist finished their job and left the trailer. Miriam went to change into the outfit her character wore. It wasn't different to what she was currently wearing: running shorts and baggy t-shirt. Her character was supposed to wear biker shorts and a baggy t-shirt of the fictional high school's mathletes team. She ripped out a page from the prop notebook that had some of her lines and scribbled that she was in filming for Jack in case he woke up while she was gone. After they ate, he dozed off while she went over her lines. She knew he was exhausted from spending late nights in the studio the past few days. He helped her align her sleep schedule since he was up until the early morning cooped up in the studio.
There was a loud knock coming from her trailer door. "Miss. Dominguez, you're needed on set."
"I'll be there in a minute." She said, grabbing her long 'The North Face' black puffer jacket the production team gave her to wear around the set.
She grabbed her chanclas and scripts. She jumped hearing Jack turning awake. She had hoped that he was out for the night and was finally getting his much needed rest.
"Damn, I wasn't expecting you to be the type to leave while I sleep." Jack said, sitting up and stretching.
"They need me on set. You can stay here and keep sleeping. I'll be down there for a few hours."
"Are you sure?" He said, laying back down.
"Yeah." Miriam nodded. "If you need anything, text me. One of the production assistants will have my phone and they'll come get me."
Jack nodded, pulling her warm blanket over his body. Stifling a yawn, he said. "Go do your thing, moviestar."
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LI’s Ice Cream Shop Orders
(Kylar)
Alex
-Definitely gets an ice cream soda.They’d cycle through different flavors, but cherry is their favorite
-For an ice cream cone, they’d go for a plain waffle cone, two scoops, and some form of nuts on top. Probably pecans, and if they have sugared pecans they’re losing their mind.
-100% needs napkins. No question. But they won’t ask for them and will decline if asked by their server. You’d have to get them, or bring some along.
-LowDom!Alex will pay separately from you, or let you pay only if you offer. HighDom!Alex will pay for you, no questions asked.
Avery
-Doesn’t necessarily love how dairy sits in their stomach. Probably goes for a sorbetto or sherbet. NOT rainbow sherbet. Probably a raspberry or a chocolate if they have it. Alternatively, sea salt caramel. Vanilla base, NOT chocolate.
-Cup, single scoop. Maybe a waffle bowl if he’s feeling adventurous.
-Not a big fan of toppings but if he gets sea salt caramel he might get hot caramel on top. Might.
-He’ll ask for one or two extra napkins. If there’s a dispenser he’ll grab three and feel a little nervous that someone noticed. Ice cream is a very rare treat for him, and you two don't often go out together for it. If you insist, he won't complain though.
-Pays for it, no matter the state he's in.
-calls sprinkles jimmies
Black Wolf
-Sometimes you'll buy them a little kid scoop of vanilla. They adore it. Loses their mind with joy. Their tag wags at the speed of light.
-Gets it in a dish, mostly because you don't want to overload them with sugar.
-Maybe whipped cream, but you still worry about the sugar content.
-It's always a bit melted but they're so thankful.
Eden
-Before living in the woods, they weren't particularly interested in ice cream. But on the off chance a craving struck, they'd get something simple. Vanilla or butter pecan. Something not overwhelmingly sweet or complicated.
-Just a cup for them. A cone just seems messy or frivolous.
-No toppings either, but almost would have gotten salted peanuts.
-If you ever convinced him to go to an ice cream shop with you, he'd give you money to pay. They don't like speaking to cashiers.
-MAYBE you could convince him to help you hand-churn some ice cream, but he's not interested in doing it frequently.
-secretly really loves root beer floats.
Great Hawk
-Can birds eat ice cream?
-Can their species eat ice cream??
-Do they like ice cream???
-The answer is yes, yes, and absolutely not. It's way too sweet. The texture is soft. They feel like they're an eyas again being fed by their mom.
-Although they will start looking out for it, after seeing how much you loved eating it. Just for their wife.
Robin
-Superman FANATIC
-You'll relentlessly tease him for this. "Superman tastes like bubblegum." "Ohhh, do you like the pretty colors?" "Isn't that for children?"
-They want a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, but instead of getting one they'll get it in a cup or cake cone. If you helped at the lemonade stand, they'll be able to splurge on some sprinkles.
-Will cry if you buy them a strawberry milkshake. Yes whipped cream. Yes cherry.
-They won't ask for napkins but if there's a dispenser they'll definitely grab some. They get a little bit nervous when checking out.
-Before entering a romantic relationship, you'll pay separately. After entering into a relationship, you'll probably pay. It's easier that way. They're so cute and thankful for their ice cream.
-Calls it an ice cream parlor.
Sydney
-Loves a cheesecake flavor. Any. Turtle cheesecake, Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, even just a plain New York Cheesecake. But, prefers frozen yogurt over anything else. Adores a key lime fro-yo.
-Cake cone all the way, they love the satisfying crunch. They don't really like sugar cones or waffle cones.
-Loves a good banana split sundae. Only gets plain vanilla with it. You side eye them and ask if they're sure. They say yes????????
-Calls scoops "dips"
-They'll always pay, because Sirris gave them money to.
-Fallen!Sydney will get visibly heated watching you eat ice cream.
Whitney
-Strong Fudgie Brownie. Something with a lot of chocolate. Maybe chocolate peanut butter? Hates fruit flavors, and will bully the fuck out of you for getting one.
-Strong waffle cone or sugar cone. Cups are sooooo boring, why the hell would you get a cup?
-Two scoops. ALWAYS two scoops.
-Doesn't mind a cherry milkshake, but will refuse whipped cream. Unless you guys are alone. No, you will not share.
-Maybe chocolate drizzle or hot fudge on top but can't really do that in a cone.
-You pay. Always you, and if you refuse they'll definitely shake you down. But once they start really caring for you, they'll just waltz out holding your hand.
-Always tempted to eat your ice cream or knock it over. Just to see your face. Would you cry? Just accept it? They've done a lot worse to you. He'd love to watch your lip twitch as you struggle not to cry.
-If the ice cream starts to drip, you will be forced to clean their hands up. They'll switch the ice cream to their other hand, and just push their fingers into your mouth. You better start sucking on them.
-Napkins? absolutely not. That's what you're there for. To clean them up.
Author's note:
Excuse the quick snippet post. I've been working on something a bit longer. I excluded Kylar because there is a karmic imbalance in the amount of content for them, and everyone else. Also, I just wouldn't know what to post for them. I'd love to hear others' opinions.
#degrees of lewdity#alex the farmhand#dol alex#dol avery#avery the businessperson#black wolf#eden the hunter#dol eden#dol black wolf#great hawk the terror#dol great hawk#dol robin#robin the orphan#dol sydney#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#dol whitney#soft whitney#whitney the bully#I'm working on something longer#So enjoy the fluff#dol#ice cream#Ice creaming
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Treat Me Like A Fool [Part Two]
Fandom: RPF, American Actor, Music RPF
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader
Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Original Male Characters, Original Female Characters, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley
Word Count: 3158 of 7886 // Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Treat me like a fool, treat me mean and cruel but love me
Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Austin!Elvis, Elvis Fic, Elvis Fluff, Elvis Presley, Reader Fic, Song Fic, Admitting Feelings, Kisses, Love, Young Love, Best Friends, Girl Next Door, Boy Next Door, Neighbours, Lauderdale Courts, 1950s, Dating, Dances, Readers Dress looks like this but baby blue
Notes: This was not originally based off of a song but young elvis falling for the girl next door screams this
PART ONE // PART TWO
As the car pulled to the curb Y/N thanked her friend, Sandy, for the ride and climbed out. It was chilly now and she pulled her cardigan tighter around herself as she walked up the path but as she walked she heard the strum of a guitar and she looked up to find Elvis sitting on the steps. He was invested in his guitar and scribbling on a pad next to him but he looked up as he heard the clicking of heels on concrete. He looked different than before, sullener.
‘Hey,’ she said, as she got nearby.
‘Hey,’ he said, placing the guitar down and shoving the pad in his back pocket, ‘you’re back late.’
‘Not too late,’ she said, coming to sit beside him on the steps.
‘I thought the movie woulda ended earlier,’ he said simply. He didn’t want to know why she was so late back but he was kind of hoping she’d tell him anyway.
‘Oh, it ended about an hour ago but I had to hang about for Sandy to finish her shift.’
‘Sandy?’
‘My friend, her boyfriend gave us a ride back, she doesn’t live too far from here,’ she explained.
‘Oh,’ he said, ‘loverboy doesn’t have wheels?’
‘He lives near the theatre,’ she said, ‘and don’t call him that.’
‘What?’ he said.
‘Loverboy,’ she replied, rolling her eyes.
‘So how was it?’ Elvis said, steering past her scolding. He needed to know. That was why he had been waiting outside. He’d told his mama and the boys he wanted to work on a new song but in reality that wasn’t true. He wanted to be outside when she got home.
‘The movie? It was okay I suppose,’ she said.
‘I meant the date,’ he said quietly. Her face fell in surprise before she steeled herself and replied, ‘oh… it was fine.’
‘Do you like him?’ Elvis asked. He didn’t meet her gaze as he busied himself fiddling with the tuners on his guitar but he did cast a quick glance at her trying to see if whatever she was going to say matched her expression.
‘He’s nice,’ she said earnestly.
‘Are you going to see him again?’ he asked.
‘What is this twenty questions?’ she chuckled but Elvis looked at her properly now and her laughter caught in her throat a little as she realised he was being serious.
‘Like I said before, I only agreed because I wasn’t going to the dance,’ she said.
‘But if you were, I mean, if you had a new dress you’d go with him?’ he said. He wanted to pull back. He was getting into dangerous territory now and if he got in any deeper he risked making a fool of himself. Y/N dropped her gaze to her knees feeling that blush from earlier creeping up her neck again. Why was he so interested in her love life all of a sudden? She supposed he was just being neighbourly. Like a big brother. Jimmy didn’t really care about who she dated so it was nice that he cared, but as she glanced back at him she couldn’t read his expression. It seemed there was something else. Something more. So, she said, ‘I guess. I mean he asked me.’
Elvis nodded. His mind swirled with her words from before. ‘He’s just a friend,’ yet here she was going to the movies with him and the dance if she had the chance to. He wanted to believe her but that little green monster in the back of his mind had riled him up, as had the couple of beers he and Jimmy had had after they dropped her at the movies.
‘S’pose that’s for the best,’ he said, simply picking up his guitar.
‘How do you figure?’ she asked.
‘Well, he’s probably only after you for one thing,’ Elvis said. Y/N’s eyes went wide and he felt instant regret as the words tumbled out of his mouth.
‘Is that right?’ she said coolly.
‘Yeah, I mean hounding you day and night? Sounds like there’s an ulterior motive there,’ he said.
‘You don’t think he wanted me to go with him because we’re good friends? It’s gotta be something seedy?’ she said standing up and folding her arms across her chest. Elvis stopped fiddling with his guitar and stood up.
‘Hey, I’m not saying you’re in the wrong here. All I’m saying is that you’re probably better not going to that dance. No point leading a guy on is there?’ he said.
‘So I’m a tease now?’ she said, raising her eyebrows.
‘No, that’s not what I said,’ he stuttered. He’d done it now. She was pissed.
‘So a guy couldn’t possibly be interested in going with me? Having a good time? He’s gotta be trying to get his leg over-’
‘Look Y/N that’s not what I meant-’
‘And if I just want to be friends I’m a tease? What if I wanted to go out with him? What would I be then, huh? A whore?’
‘Honey-’ he said, reaching out for her but she whipped herself out of his reach and stepped up a couple of steps distancing herself from him.
‘Don’t honey me. I’m not one of your love-stricken fans you can coax around. I’m your friend! And I would’ve expected a little more support than this,’ she snapped, ‘I don’t expect Jimmy to give a crap about who I date but I thought you were different. I thought you’d think more of me to know that I can handle myself. To know that I can choose what I want to do and who I want to do it with and respect me whatever my choice is. Not call me a tease…I’d thought you’d care.’
‘I do care,’ Elvis snapped as he stepped up those steps closing the distance. They were face to face but he was taller, looking down at her with those intense blue eyes. Her stomach flip-flopped as he looked at her, ‘I care a goddamn lot. I just-’
‘Just what Elvis?’ she sneered.
‘I just,’ he sighed. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to grab her by the waist and kiss her till they couldn’t breathe. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t make the words come out so he said, ‘…I don’t think he’s right for you is all. And I think if you go to that dance-’
‘What I’ll be asking for trouble? Well lucky for me you ain’t my daddy. You don’t get to make my decisions for me. And if I want to go to that stupid dance I will. And nothing you say is going to change my mind,’ she said walking towards the main entrance to the building. Elvis grabbed his guitar and attempted to follow her, ‘Y/N don’t be like this-’
He stopped in his tracks when she turned around in the door frame, her expression thunderous.
‘Good night Elvis,’ she said and with that, she slammed the front door shut behind her leaving him standing on the front steps watching where she had disappeared.
He was an idiot. He walked slowly up to his apartment, his mind swirling around trying to grasp at the threads of that argument, trying to see at what point they had unravelled beyond repair. He shouldn’t have said anything. She wasn’t even seeing that guy again. y all accounts, she didn’t even like him that much but that somehow felt worse. Sure, she didn’t like the guy asking her out but that didn’t mean she’d automatically like him either. Now he’d pushed her away. Why couldn’t he just tell her how he felt?
As he got into the apartment he could hear the low murmur of the TV and he bobbed his head around to find his daddy sitting in his armchair, dozing gently. His mama and Dodger were nowhere to be seen and the boys seemed to have gone home so he walked through to his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes. Once he was just in his underwear and socks he climbed into the small bed and pulled the blankets over him. Though as he lay there though his mind was nowhere near sleep. It was too busy playing her words over and over again in his mind.
He needed to fix it. He needed to get her back on side. And if he had to, if he couldn’t be honest with her, he had to be okay with her dating someone other than him. As the idea came to him he settled down in his bed.
He knew what he had to do.
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Y/N was in a foul mood. It had come after her tiff with Elvis last night and had continued when she had awoken today. To make matters worse the winter formal was tonight and she was going to be sitting at home stewing. She could have gone, she supposed. After her argument last night she half wanted to throw on any old thing and strut down to that school hall hand in hand with Bobby and stick it to everyone but she knew that was pointless.
If she was being honest with herself she didn’t like Bobby. He was nice and sweet but their date last night had proven to her that she didn’t want to be anything more than friends. Last night had also sparked something else in her. She didn’t want Bobby. She wanted Elvis.
She knew it was absurd. He was one of her closest friends. He was her neighbour. A guy she had known practically all her life who probably saw her as nothing more than a little sister. Even if there were not all those things in the way she was still no competition for all the attention he was garnering throughout the south. No, he wouldn’t like her.
And yet.
Their argument last night hinted of something different. He seemed… jealous. She tried not to let it go to her head. She tried to push it to the back of her mind whilst reminding herself that he was worried for her welfare, nothing more but hope wasn’t something you could spark out that easily.
It had lingered with her all morning. Her mother had insisted she come grocery shopping with her and so she had wandered around every store with her head in the clouds. Distracted by that boy down the hall.
‘I told him that 80¢ for a bag of potatoes was damn near daylight robbery,’ her mother said as they climbed the stairs up to the apartment. She had already lived through her mother’s antics with the grocery store manager and now she was being forced to relive it as her mother recounted her argument to her daddy, a new spectator.
‘I told you they think they can get away with anything at that store,’ her daddy said. He had collected them from the store which Y/N was thankful for as trailing bags of groceries a mile home didn’t appeal much to her today. She had her own problems.
‘So I said to him-’
‘That little fella with the moustache?’ her daddy asked.
‘Of course him. Little retch,’ her mama said wrinkling her nose as she continued. Y/N wasn’t listening. They were in their own hallway now and she was determined to get inside before anyone saw her. Well, one particular boy. She slid inside, her parents following soon after, and went to the kitchen quickly unloading everything and putting them in their place. Thankfully, her parents headed to the living room and she was no longer forced to pretend to have any interest in Murray’s potatoes.
Once all the shopping was put away she made her way into the living area and found her mama and daddy sitting at the dining room table, her brother on the couch watching TV. She was going to go and join him when she heard a knock at the door and seeing that none of them made a move she headed to go and open it, grumbling as she did so. Though as she got to the door she peeped out the spy hole to see who it was hoping not to see that familiar mop of dark hair, but there was no one there. Curious, she opened the door and looked down the hall, finding it empty. As she went to close the door she noticed a long flat box on the welcome mat.
She looked at it curiously before she picked it up and carried it inside. Her parents looked up as she came back in her arms now laden with the box.
‘Who was it?’ George asked looking at his daughter’s face and then at the box.
‘There wasn’t anyone there,’ she said, ‘just this.’
‘Isn’t there a tag?’ Helen asked as she placed it down on the dining table.
‘No,’ Y/N said sliding the box open. It was lined with tissue paper concealing whatever was inside but there was a note resting on top. The outside of the note had one word. Her name. In very familiar handwriting.
‘What is it?’ her daddy asked peering to look.
‘Nothing,’ she said snapping the lid back on the box hurriedly.
‘Let me guess it’s some soppy present off that guy,’ Jimmy said pushing himself up off the couch to get a look.
‘It’s nothing,’ she said, ‘I’m going to my room.’
And before her family could pry anymore she darted out of the room box in hand and headed to her bedroom. She placed the box on the bed and then placed the chair from her vanity underneath the door handle should Jimmy want to come snooping. Sitting on the bed she opened the box again and grabbed the note opening it carefully.
Y/N,
I don’t know how to start this. Can you believe that? Me lost for words. I guess miracles do happen. First of all, I just want to say I’m sorry. Sorry about last night. Sorry, I upset you. I didn’t mean to. But I want you to know you were wrong. I do care. Far more than I want to admit.
Which is why I don’t want anything to stop you from going to that dance. Even if it means you dancing with someone else.
Hope it’s the right one.
EP
Her eyes read the note over and over trying to take in every word. Elvis cared about her, really cared about her. He was jealous. She couldn’t believe it. That hope that had been a cinder inside her was now aflame making her smile to herself as she placed the paper down. She pulled gently at the wrappings of the box which revealed a beautiful blue ruffled dress as she did. Her dress. The one she had seen in Goldsmiths.
It was beautiful. And it was hers. Her heart swelled up at the sight of it. She fell back against the bed, pulling the dress with her as she did, clutching it to her chest. Then, she had an idea.
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Elvis was sitting in the cab of his truck trying to clear his head. He’d been antsy all day, unable to quell that knot in his stomach. His mama had been on him to trying to understand what was the matter with him. So in an effort to get out from under her watchful eye he’d gone downstairs and sat out in his car watching the sun disappear beyond the houses. He was lost in his own thoughts and he barely registered the opening and shutting of the door across from him. He was pulled out of his thoughts as there was a flurry of movement beside him and then as the door slammed shut he realised Y/N was now sitting beside him. She was dolled up. Her hair was curled neatly around her face and her makeup was heavier than her usual style but still pretty. She smiled at him as he stared at her, taking her in.
‘Woah,’ he said breathily, ‘hi.’
‘Hi,’ she said with a smile as she smoothed out her dress. The dress he had shot straight down to Goldsmiths for this morning.
‘You look real nice,’ he said, ‘beautiful.’
‘Thank you,’ she said with a small grin. He shifted in his seat a little looking out through the windshield as the radio hummed quietly in the background.
‘So, you’re going to the dance huh?’ he asked, his fingers fiddling with the steering wheel not daring to look to his side.
‘Yeah,’ she said.
‘I’m glad. I hope you have a good time,’ he said trying to ignore the ache in his heart.
‘I’m sure I will,’ she said watching him with a smirk.
‘He picking you up?’ he asked his gaze darting to the road looking for oncoming cars.
‘Actually, I was wondering if I could get a ride,’ she said. That caught his attention. He looked at her wide-eyed.
‘Y/N,’ he said, ‘look I’m happy for you I am but can’t you ask your daddy or Jimmy.’
‘Jimmy’s not talking to me,’ she said simply.
‘I’m sure that-’ he said, pausing as he took in her words, ‘why?’
‘Well,’ she said putting her elbow up on the bench, ‘he’s all in a tizz because I’m going on a date tonight.’
‘I thought you said he doesn’t care about who you date,’ Elvis said feeling himself being pulled in. He leaned back against the seat turning his head so he could watch her intently.
‘He didn’t,’ she grinned, ‘well not until I told him I was going with his best friend.’
His mind seemed to take a moment roving over her words until the sentiment clicked into place, ‘me?’
‘Not unless Jimmy has another friend I don’t know about,’ she giggled. They were closer now, heads barely a foot apart.
‘Nah, I’m his only one,’ he mumbled.
‘That’s because I got all the personality,’ she replied.
‘And the looks,’ he said, dropping his gaze suddenly overcome with bashfulness, ‘I’m not dressed for dancing much.’
‘Well, then it’s a good job ain’t nobody going to be looking at you when I’m wearing this dress,’ she said.
‘That’s true,’ he whispered. All of a sudden he felt an urge come over him and before he could stop himself he leaned in and captured her lips tenderly. She kissed him back her hand coming up to cup his face gently until the pair broke apart. Elvis could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he knew he was going to have a sore jaw in the morning from the amount of smiling he was doing. Y/N’s eyes dropped and that blush from yesterday was now a permanent fixture on her face as he watched her adoringly.
‘We should get going these dances don’t go on forever,’ he whispered.
‘True,’ she whispered back, ‘but I think I’ve just found something better we could be doing.’
#My Writing#Austin!Elvis#Elvis Fic#Elvis Fluff#Elvis Presley#elvis x reader#elvis presley x reader#austin butler x reader#austin butler elvis#austin!elvis x reader#treat me like a fool
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@lottieurl tagged me to share my unpopular opinions about 5 fandoms!
yellowjackets
love and light but i hate mistynat. like i know people shipped it before nat died but to me it really feels like the momentum started afterwards, surrounding the whole oh no misty accidentally killed the love of her life and she's so sad and it's fucked up and crazy too!!! which sure if that floats your boat go for it. but to me it feels a lot like just a justification for nat's sloppy and narratively unhelpful death. if i didn't feel this strongly about nat's death i might not care as much about mistynat. we all know i'm a natlottietravis girl and it just feels so much more!!!!!! like the narrative is connecting these three people and their actions are all rippling out to affect each other. every single thing natalie does in season 1 is motivated by travis, just like everything she does in 2 is either in opposition to or alignment with lottie. misty just doesn't fit in there at ALL for me. and is actually just a distraction. and i can live with it all unless season three is the Misty Is Sad About Killing Nat season. i will tap out if that's the case. also just overall season 2 was a flop and they better pull something MAGICAL out of their asses to get me to the place i was like pre-2.05
house of the dragon
my main hotd take is that daemon is essential to both the story AND to the existence of rhaenicent. you cannot have one without the other. rhaenyra is shaped by both daemon and alicent from childhood and is tied to them for the rest of her life. removing daemon from that equation or treating him as anything but a person that rhaenyra loves and needs is pointless and a complete misunderstanding of the show. christon sucks ass. alicent is a full on lesbian. larys also sucks ass and there's no juice between him and alicent it is simply creepery.
shadow and bone
i mean this probably isn't too unpopular for my followers but widely just like. darklina is forever and always what that series is about. mal is a useless waste of space who wants what is worst for alina. alina starkov should be allowed to kill and maim and drink aleksander's blood and have nasty insane sex!!!! the ending of ruin and rising is literally a death sentence for her and not in the murder-suicide way that i want!!!!!!!!!
succession
again like i know my mutuals will agree but. romangerri is literally the most important non-sibling dynamic in the entire show and roman's character is so much more more fleshed out and interesting with gerri involved. AND the same goes for gerri. those two are in LOVE love even if they will never know it. they have multiple shoes please esk moments like are you kidding me. roman ceo gerri chair would have been my ideal ending in a dream world
hacks
i hate jimmy and kayla. i like them separately but every time they are onscreen together the entire episode starts dragging and i have to slap myself to stay engaged. the weird sexual harrassment joke went on WAY too long but even outside of that i'm like paul. paul. i know you wrote yourself into the show but PLEASE
no pressure, but tagging @nicollekidman @alyswesthill @lottienat @sapphicscience @tennesseewillams and @hunterbiden and anyone else who wants an excuse to shit talk
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