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dc41896 · 4 years

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So I’ve been wanting to write something based on the song pov by Ariana Grande and then a certain someone decided to attack my heart strings yet again playing the piano so this is an idea I thought of lol. Also this is a sequel to Between the Lines.

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff! (Well maybe a teensy amount of sad times because of the lyrics)

“There she is,” Chris smiles entering the small make shift studio holding two steaming mugs. Joining your bundled form on the grey loveseat, he hands one to you before sweetly kissing your cheek and moving your legs to stretch across his lap. “So how’s my two-time Grammy nominated superstar doing?”

That’s pretty much all he called you now, besides his usual baby and honey, ever since the list of nominations were announced a couple months ago. Every time the words left his mouth, you found yourself giddily smiling and feeling as if you were in a dream you were bound to wake up from any moment.

Like other artists, winning a Grammy was always one of your ultimate goals and now that there was a possibility you could take home not one but two, you felt immense pride and excitement that your hard work was paying off. This excitement soon turned into stress though with the added preparations you needed to complete as the big day quickly approached. Since you were also performing, you and your team had been busy thinking of what the perfect song choice would be as well as concepts that would match.

So far everything was perfect until your pianist had an unfortunate accident requiring him to have surgery on his wrist. Now you were even more stressed wondering if there were any other people you knew that could fill in.

“A little overwhelmed honestly,” you sigh placing your phone down before noticing what exactly was in your mug. “How did you know I was craving cocoa?”

“Well knowing how stressed you’ve been lately, I figured you’d want some since that’s when you crave it most.”

“Aww thank you baby,” you smile leaning over to wipe his mini chocolate mustache before kissing his lips.

“Still looking for a piano player?”

“Yea but with it coming up so soon, we might just have to do the backup song which isn’t entirely a bad thing, but then I’d have to think of a totally new concept, outfit, then we have to rehearse, I’d have to tell the producers at the show we changed it-,”

“Hey let’s take a break from that okay?,” he speaks trying to calm your rambling and very apparent nerves. Taking your hand, he pulls you closer to sit on his lap guiding your head to fall on his shoulder. “I know things aren’t going how you want, but everything will work out. You’re gonna have an amazing performance that people are gonna talk about for the rest of the year, and no matter what, me, your family, friends, and fans will be so proud of you.” Bringing your hand to his lips, he peppers kisses along your knuckles and fingertips making you smile as you snuggle closer to his neck.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, you know I’m always here.”

Soothingly rubbing circles in your back the way you loved for him to do, you nearly let the vibrations from his humming lull you to sleep before an idea makes you sit up, staring at him now confused.

“Honey? You okay?”

“Yea...yea I just thought of something. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You play piano for me! I mean you know the song you’ve heard it plenty of times, heck you even helped with the melody. Then that way nothing has to get changed!,” you excitedly answer holding onto his shoulders.

“Yea all of that is true, and I’d love to help but are you sure? Y/N that’s your night, I don’t want anybody trying to say I’m somehow tied into your success when that’s not true.”

“Chris, you and I both know people are gonna talk no matter what, and as long as I’m with you sadly someone’s gonna think that and try to spread it everywhere. But I don’t care what anyone says, and you shouldn’t either,” you smile moving your hands to rest on his partially bearded cheeks. “Like you said it’s my night and sharing it with the man I love will make it even more special. Especially if he’ll be right beside me the whole time.”

“Whether I was physically on that stage with you or not, you know I’m always beside you.”

Closing the gap between you, his lips capture yours in a quick yet passionate exchange before he rests his forehead against yours.

“Now if you win, does that mean my name goes on it too? I mean as you said I helped with the melody and I am providing my services,” he states as you both laugh holding onto each other.

“I don’t know about the name inscription, but we can work that out later,” you answer.

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“Alright five minutes guys!,” Gina announces fluffing your curls one last time. Noticing your infamous lip bite as your knee rapidly bounces, Chris places both hands on your knee quickly kissing your cheek before being swatted away by your best friend giving you a much needed laugh. “Hey relax, no smudging the makeup until after they say cut.”

“Two minutes!,” a voice yells as you try your best to breathe.

“You got this alright? You’re gonna do great!” Giving you a quick hug, she disappears behind the cameras and soon you hear the cheery presenter in your ear as she begins introducing your performance.

“Alright now I’m not trying to be biased, but this next performer is one of my favorites! She’s been killing it this year with the release of her highly anticipated debut album which led to her two Grammy noms tonight. Performing from her personal studio, here’s Y/N.”

The piano softly plays in the background as the camera focuses on you perched on a wooden bar stool. Pulling the sleeves of your pullover sweater over your hands, you take a quick deep breath as your cue to start approaches.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20/20, babe

Made of glass, the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside

Permeate my ego and my pride

I wanna love me

The way that you love me

Ooh, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me

The way that you trust me

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Glancing over at Chris in his backwards cap, grey tank, and sweats a small smile forms on your lips watching his fingers delicately press against each key. He could feel your eyes as he looked up with a smile himself winking at you and making you innocently giggle.

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared

Learnin' to be grateful for myself

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine

I wanna love me

The way that you love me

Ooh, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me

The way that you trust me

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Standing from your seat, you slowly make your way beside him on the bench resting your head on his shoulder while the camera pans around to catch your cute exchange.

I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

Know I be impatient

But now I'm out here, fallin', fallin'

Frozen, slowly thawing, got me right

I won't keep you waitin', waitin'

All my baggage fadin' safely

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away

I wanna love me

The way that you love me

Ooh, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh

The way that you trust me, baby

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

As he plays his last few notes, your arms gently wrap around his bicep and your chin rests on his shoulder before you peck the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch into that adorable smile you love so much after mouthing “I love you” and all those around cheer with claps and whistles.

“You did amazing honey,” he whispers cupping your cheek with his warm hand.

“Thank you, and you too Mozart.”

“Nope, we’re not making that a thing. We both know I literally could never,” he replies making you both laugh before being startled by Gina’s squeals.

“Girl you won best new artist!”

“Wait what?”

“You won! They just told me so you can go ahead and make your acceptance speech! They’ll play it when the category comes up.”

You have to be nudged by a chuckling Chris being in such a state of shock. Oh course you hoped and wished you’d win, but you didn’t expect it to actually happen. Returning to your barstool, you try to collect yourself as the signal is given that the camera was rolling.

“Wow, um hi everybody! I honestly didn’t think this would happen,” you nervously laugh. “Um first off thank you mom and dad for your support even though I was probably really annoying singing all over the house all hours of the day. Thank you to the fans, of course, for your support as well from streaming to buying my music and all the other ways you guys have been so amazing to me. I may not be able to respond to every single post, tweet, or DM but I see you guys and from the bottom of my heart I truly thank every single one of you. My friends and my team, I love y’all so much and appreciate all that you guys do to help and keep me sane.”

“And to the one who inspired the song that helped me get this award,” you sigh peering past the camera to see a glossy eyed Chris leaning against the wall. “Thank you for being exactly what I need when I need it, whether it’s a cuddle buddy, a partner in crime for late night food runs, or a friend to remind me to love myself when I’m doing the opposite. I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Rotating the silver band on your ring finger, you hold up your hand with a shy smile to reveal a sparkling princess cut diamond making everyone around beam with excitement, and surely those who would be watching at home.

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danddymaro · 5 years

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Gaara No Sabaku x reader | Happiness

Pairing: Gaara no Sabaku x Reader

Word Count : 2448

Fixed/Revised

Mostly in his POV

From original to Shippuden and onward.

I tried to not change too much of it, because Then it’d just be something else.

Happiness

His aquamarine eyes were a complete abyss of nothingness to many, with a deep void that was visible through the two seemingly bottomless pits.

They were rimmed with the blackest color in existence that definitely had a stark contrast to his pale skin.

His hair, being the color of passion, made him stand out in a full crowd and in short, he was someone that simply couldn't be missed by the wandering eye.

- But his appearance wasn't what made him an outsider.

To many, the physical attributes would have not mattered much.

It was what had grown within his being that made people avoid him at any cost. If you were to ask anyone, they would assure you he was a demon spawn, akin to a creation of pure evil.

He was a complete abomination, unloved, and only one purpose in life:

To create destruction.

He was Gaara no Sabaku

For many years the very name struck fear in the hearts of those of his village, as well as simultaneously aspired a deep nested hate within thier very cores.

Cold and alone, without anyone to care for him, he learned to care for only himself, and for so long time, he was the monster that his father and everyone in his land had made him out to be.

With no other choice, he’d long given up hope in being anything but that wretched creature, but it all suddenly changed and his life took a complete turn.

He soon saw the world in a different shade other than those of black and white.

Colors soon surrounded him, and this was all thanks to his new friend Uzumaki Naruto,

' Friend…' he would often repeat the word in solace, because, before then, the world would have not ever been associated with him.

The very word that associated with companionship, and love was unfathomable to him.

' Love…'

To think A damned creature as himself had love.

He had soon come to grasp something he had long given up on, and had felt wasn't meant to co-exist within his world of isolation.

It was incomprehensible, but, you see, the tan-skinned, blonde had a way of making everything possible.

- He always had a way.

It was because of that one boy, who was much like himself, that he saw the world differently.

And with all the new colors in his life, he came to the conclusion that his favorite would have to be (e/c).

- it only took him so long to realize it.

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Gaara p.o.v.

Scent...what a scent.

I remember a time long ago…

The scent of your blood was driving me insane!

It was so sweet and not only called to me, but my demon. We both searched for the scent of heaven that coursed on earth.

Stepping foot in Konoha I was overwhelmed.

My mind was in constant distraction, because of that damn scent. I arrived to be met with the sight of so many genins, many around my age, but none with the deliciousness that had taken over one of my senses.

Yet, I knew you were there...

The more my stomach twisted, and the more my heart raced, the more certain I grew of the fact that you would be near, and so I searched.

I searched for the creature that called out to me so strongly, and I followed that sweet scent and was soon lead to a simple genin.

I stopped dead in my tracks then.

- I remember it so well, I could tell it word for word if you asked.

But I know you won't, because, I know you're ashamed.

I was just in time to see your match; the preliminaries.

Your match was pitiful. Your moves were weak, but only because they matched your will.

Where was your courage?

Where was your confidence?

Where was your will to survive?

I didn't see it when your hand shook while holding a kunai.

I didn't see it when you lost your footing so early on.

It certainly didn't show when you gave up.

Of all things, that was what bothered me most, that you simply gave in without a fight.

I asked myself where it all was, and how someone so pitiful could call themselves a ninja.

I questioned myself if I was mistaken when I thought you were special, and by then, I tried to leave, but my feet stayed planted.

So, annoyed I looked on, and with my own surprise, I was relieved to watch you stand back up from your beating without assistance.

There was a type of spark in your eyes that flashed before you walked away with your head down, eyes drawing downcast. And at that very moment, I knew I wanted to see those downcast eyes' gaze set on me instead.

I needed them to look up in my direction. I felt a strong need to have them locked on my own and nothing else.

- I remember the first time I came towards you.

I didn't hold flowers nervously behind my back to woo you, and I didn't have the perfect line to make you swoon either.

- no

I was an uncontrolled beast without a leash and unhinged by that time.

I raged across the entire field with the intention of seeing those pretty eyes up close.

Such beautiful orbs had captivated me that they riddled every thought I had.

I wanted to rip them out and keep them all to myself, save them and keep them safe, just for me.

Those pretty eyes would be wide with shock and fear when I approached them...yes.

- That was my plan.

Those were my intentions because at the time I didn't know what it was to love or to hold affection.

During then, I didn't know how to place that emotion you caused with those twinkling drops.

All I knew was to cause fear.

All I knew was to wreak havoc.

And somehow in my mind, I assumed giving you all I could was my best choice.

I didn't know why I wanted to do this, believe me, I didn't.

I know I was much younger then, but the feelings of arousal I felt were sickeningly real and undeniable. I didn't know what overcame me, but I knew you were the one to cause this.

Only you could stop this pain in my chest.

But imagine this, my love...

Instead of pleasure, your eyes brought me shame.

I stopped in my tracks, dead on my feet.

I had yet to hear your voice back then, but I didn't need to.

Your eyes spoke loud enough.

During then, it was as if you had expected more of me. As If, perhaps, you believed I was much more than the monster everyone saw me as,

As the monster, I believed I was.

‘Do you believe this? Or am I hallucinating?’ I thought with stunned bewilderment.

Again, my chest had become pained.

Again, that feeling weighed down on me when I began to wonder if you cared.

I've cast aside the need for affection, so why did you bring it back forth? How did you breathe life into it?

For so long I questioned my entire existence thanks to you.

And I remember

It was then that I began to question my existence wholeheartedly. Once I saw the way you gazed at me, it made me snap out of my bloodthirsty rampage for just a second.

That day I turned and pretended to be unaware of your crouching figure, sparing you of my unease.

But I knew...

I knew you hid above the trees.

My predator eyes could see you looking straight at me with that wretched look that made me shiver in disgust to my own self.

You hid shaking like the leaves did while the wind became stronger upon my arrival. I tore my focus from you, instead, finding another to release my frustrations in, because I couldn't bring you harm.

I couldn't face you.

Because of some power you held, I could not touch you.

I was there and could literally feel your heart at my hands. It was there and pulsed wildly.

Yet, Rather than the sickeningly sweet pleasure that should have consumed me, your eyes brought me shame.

It was A feeling I didn't know I had any more, and I tasted bitterness at knowing this is what you will think of when my name crossed your mind.

-A rampaging beast.

- A bloodthirsty killer.

I ground my teeth together because strangely enough, I couldn't bear the thought of knowing that eventually, you will know the truth about just how ugly I could be.

You were so small and shaken. Your heart was mine at that moment, yet, I decided to reach for it another time...and in a much different fashion.

I was too young to realize this, but my heart, it was yours as well and with my withdrawal I left you, only to claim it later on in the future instead.

Years later, I saw you again.

I decided to go see the leaf's Hokage personally, seeing as I was now the Kazekage, claiming a title that had been passed down to me.

I'd use this as an excuse, A sorry excuse to see you, because, after all the years that had gone by, I hadn't let my obsession die.

To see just a glimpse, a small glance, that was my goal.

Perhaps if I saw you, then I would feel nothing but reminiscence, meaning that I'd long outgrown you. I could only imagine my silly infatuation would be nothing more than a memory by the time I came across you again.

And luck just happened to be by my side, because It wasn't long before we ran into each other.

I brushed by you, and would you believe it if I said I felt like there was a spark?

A literal spark was set between us.

Perhaps it was just static, but I will always believe it was somehow the connection between us that caused the tiny jolt of electricity to spread throughout my body from that one tiny contact.

Your (e/c) colored hair danced so beautifully with the breeze as I passed you, and I couldn't help but muse that they were similar to silken strands of ribbon flowing freely in the wind.

You left a sweet trail behind you, one that enticed me so. And I was so delighted to understand that, this time around, it was not the scent of your blood that drew me in.

I wasn't a beast driven by carnage, but rather a man driven by likeness and true attraction.

This was an intoxicating scent that called out to me and made me want to pull you back towards me. It was an earthy one that came from just you, and it didn't make me feel that sickeningly aroused way I did before, but rather, it made me feel at home.

The feeling of home came with your scent and I was washed by comfort.

It was soft, tranquil and made me feel at ease.

I will admit it now, I was hopeful in seeing you during the entire way there.

Those few minutes of sleep I'd have, I'd dream of you, focusing on the one thing to keep my sanity at bay.

I’d imagine you smiling at me as if I actually was interesting.

I’d imagine your hand softly slipping into mine, just before I'd give it a soft, reassuring squeeze to let you know I'm here, with you.

And I could only imagine that the smile on your face would be priceless.

I’d imagine the look of sadness that would cross your face as I left, letting me know how much you'd miss me, and what was much more, letting me see that you weren't afraid to show it.

Above all else, I’d imagine you looking at me like no other person had.

I’d hope to see your gaze drop to me and not see a Jinchuriki or Kazekage.

You wouldn't see me as any of these titles, but rather, just Gaara.

Simply, just Gaara

Years have passed and you'd changed. You'd changed so much from what I could see.

You'd grown little, but those beautiful, innocent eyes were now much stronger, and they didn't waver in the least bit.

They only looked straight ahead. You looked up at the world with your head held high.

You walked with your headband tied securely and proudly, and I could see it.

It brought a dainty smile to my face.

You were so much more different, So much more beautiful.

I had hoped to find the same girl I did all those years ago in that village, but instead, I came across a different young woman.

And you know what? I was ok with that, because every flower blossoms, and that you did just that.

I was someone else as well… I had changed too, and I hoped you would see that.

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PRESENT TIME -

Staring at you now, I try my best to hide my smile.

Everyone teases me for this, for being so obvious and transparent in my feelings towards you.

To my disdain, I only have the color of my cheeks to match my hair in proof of how much you still fluster me.

It's an effect I hope lasts forever.

Just then your hand slips into mine, and I can feel how soft and small it is while held within my own.

My eyes gaze away from you, looking straight forward instead because I know that you'll stay by me.

I only want to walk forward with you.

With a smile, I give your tiny hand a soft squeeze, reassuring you that I am here, and so are you.

I constantly have to remind myself this isn’t a dream and you truly are at my side, because It's all too perfect.

Grinning wildly, you only look down at our hands with what I can only describe as utter bliss.

Are you as happy as I am (f/n)?

This isn't a dream, not a fantasy where Gaara can be happy.

This is a reality where he can have a persistent, bright friend like Uzumaki Naruto, one who’d crawl under the darkest pits to reach out for him.

It's a world where I've come to obtain true bonds that last a lifetime and even longer.

This is a reality where the people of Suna look on giggling with glee as he displays affection towards his beautiful lover.

In this reality he isn't a monster, he is a leader, a protector, and a lover.

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secretsocietiesdiary · 7 years

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Loyalty - Chapter 2

August 14, 2014

Los Angeles

Over the past four years, Audrina’s life was none of an easy one, always filed up with major episodes of acute stress mainly generated by her goal orientation desire of opening her own restaurant in LA downtown. Audrina has had that elite culinary talent since her childhood, all acknowledged from her maternal grandmother who sadly passed away five years ago. This one cited as one of the most inspirational person right after her mom. As well a very part of her love life has been totally rattled down when she and her fiancé actor Rob Pattinson broke off engagement, after Pattinson reportedly cheated on Audrina with bombshell actress Amber Heard. That episode clearly left a fragile born Audrina heartbroken followed by reckless consequences which threatened her life. After that episode, she vowed to herself that no men would ever fill in her bubble and that being single forever wasn’t a sin.

After coming back from a two weeks holidays in the dreamy Caribbean Islands, Audrina concluded that getting back to a radical stress-free activity like yoga was required. She already had enrolled a week ago, and couldn’t wait to go for it.

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It wasn’t like Audrina never practiced yoga or another fitness activity. During The Hills era, she had fitness two to three times a week, fitness was like an addiction. And even though of her busy schedule at university, she managed to have some fitness sessions at the gym with her best friend since college Bebe Rexha. Let’s say that she was in need of incitation and a re connection to a clean and stress-free life style. A few hours before her yoga session, Audrina realized how did she run off from that clean world, she stressed over the idea of being the rookie among the trained yoga lovers. She prayed asking God to make everything to go easily.

CorePower Yoga – West Hollywood Audrina’s POV

“Ohhh gooooooooosh what the hell were you thinking of Audri, that you’d fit in perfectly just in the first session ….hmmmmm… stop it you dreamy girl. I nearly vomited the delicious breakfast I had earlier, damn. I couldn’t even focus on a simple exercise of relaxation…. shit… what the hell even I’m doing here. Blah blah blah teacher said that I must be patient and listen to my inner energy, when the right time will come, then my body will find it’s equal balance again. It’s all with you mind he said. The mind and brain is the engine of your body. If your mind doesn’t work properly, it will result in frustration, thus including your body to contract. Damn girl, you got a big work to do on yourself, a really tough one!”

A sweaty Audrina rushed out from the yoga building at fast steps, deeply wishing she would reach her black Porsche SUV parked in the on street parallel parking as soon as possible. As the underground parking were already full with cars, she didn’t have a choice of parking her car off the building, a building of eleven floors mostly consisting of ultra-modern gym clubs, sports shops and spas. Audrina had the idea of getting herself a nice massage to relieve her from all that unnecessary stress but pulled back as she had other plan priority lunch with her mom Lauren.

As she reached her car, she unlocked it with the automatic unlocking button key, opened the back-seat door and grabbed her packet of Benson & Hedges from the bag an threw it immediately at the back seat. She starred with a doubtful gaze at the cigarette, hesitating before she lighted it with her pink electronic lighter. Audrina had made a promise to her mom and herself that she’d quit smoking for good, but the temptation was too hard to resist, and the accumulated stress didn’t make things easier. She just had to smoke. In spite of the fact that this private parking was smoking prohibited, she couldn’t care less.

Sitting comfortably at the back, with her left fingers holding the cigarette and the other holding her iPhone 5, verifying her Instagram notification and what type of comments have been left under her latest photo with the Yoga outfit. Some among them made them laughed. At least she had some great fans, but not everything came clean and pink. Like others celebrities, she had her bunch of haters, and mostly of them surfaced up when she broke up with Rob on last year.

“You’re cheating girl…” A masculine voice could be heard, with a very strong accent. Audrina being way too aimed on her social network notifications didn’t even pay attention to the man addressing to her.

“Girl, I said you.re cheating…” He repeated with a funny voice tone that kinda brought back Audrina to the reality.

“Uh.. what?” An astonished Audrina said as she starred at the man.

“You’re cheating, with that cigarette.” He said smiling as he pointed the cigarette with his finger

“Cheating… what do you mean?” An astound Audrina asked.

“Cigarette and yoga, definitely not a good match.”

“Seems you’re an expert, Colin.” Audrina shot back perhaps on a too much serious voice, nearly arrogant.

“I’m in yoga for nearly four years now, so yes, kinda of an adept now…” Colin grinned with satisfaction.

“Oh fantastic, you must be given an award then.” An annoyed Audrina replied back. This one had always had a problem with the people standing up to her. She never like of the fact that she could got something wrong mostly when it came to a subject she was concerned in, like cigarettes and yoga. Audrina couldn’t swallow her pride, she was a typical headstrong woman, despite of her very sensitive side. Behind those tough layers of a cover up, something else was hiding.

Audrina felt a sort of hotness reaching her cheeks, and deep down prayed she wouldn’t turn alike a crayfish. The girl was conscious each time she was wrong over any particular subject, the crayfish would make it’s appearance as a reminder of her bad judgement. The brunette puffed one more time at her cigarette while giving a goofy ugly stare at the Irish bad boy. For sure Audrina knew perfectly who he was. Colin Farrell, the Irish actor, who was for several year’s Hollywood’s finest bad boy, in the two thousand century. During her three last teenage years, Audrina has had a hard crush for the Irish womanizer. At the age of seventeen she told her mom she would get to marry her. But now, as an grown matured woman, that time of her life where she fantasized hard on a celebrity like any other normal teenagers was so far behind her. Gone for good.

“But anyway, Audrina, you do whatever you want to… We all have different opinions and I respect your…. Sorry Audrina, but I must leave now, gotta fetch James at his mom’s place, have a good day.” Colin said as he opened her GMC black SUV front door that was parked next to Audrina’s SUV Porsche. Something just triggered her, it came to her mind at the speed of light.

“How do you even know my name….?” She asked back with some annoyance as if Colin offended her.

“Mr Chang introduced you to the class before we started the session.”

“Oh yes.. yes… Sorry for my reaction, I forgot on that detail.” She said throwing the cigarette stub on the ground.

“I hope the camera’s didn’t caught you throwing it..”

“I can pay the fine… not a problem to me…” She said while opening her driving seat door. “Oh, and concerning your so called quiting cigarette ideas, they are useless coming from someone who smokes himself right after his yoga practice.” Audrina said as she turned the key to activate the Porsche engine, and closed the door.

“Yes… ouch, touché… I guess you are right though, but I’m trying to….” The Irish man didn’t had a time to finish his sentence, that Audrina cut him instantly by the words.

“I gotta go Mr Colin Farrell, it was nice to have such advices from the expert that you are, but I do have a lunch with mom, she must be waiting for me now, bye…” She said as her foot pressed the acceleration pedal and made her way out of the parking.

“And hope to see you for the upcoming sessions….” A puzzled Colin kept on speaking as a result that Audrina didn’t even let him spoke. “She’s so just like her mom..” Colin said as he took pace inside of his car.

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Review #1 - The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

The Wall of Winnipeg and Me Author: Mariana Zapata Genre: Contemporary Romance, Sports Rating: ★★★★★ Recommendation: worth reading; would read again Summary: Vanessa is the ex-assistant/housekeeper for Aiden. Vanessa deserves better. Aiden, the dumb professional football player he is, doesn’t realize what he has until it’s gone. Plus, he has a pertinent predicament and enlists Vanessa to help because, and I quote, “I like you as much as I like anyone.” Cue the slow burn.

Female Lead: This lady is awesome, okay? I was discussing this with a friend, and we both agreed that we cared way more about having a likable female lead. Considering that this book was written in only the female’s POV, her perspective was probably going to make or break the book. And thank God for a lead like Vanessa Mazur.

Vanessa was very real to me. We see that she has a temper even though she is probably one of the most patient people ever to work for and deal with someone like Aiden for that long. We see that she has goals—personal goals, financial goals, career goals. She’s smart and independent. She a strong woman for all that she’s endured and for both letting part of her past drive her as well as not letting every single horrible thing that’s happened to her hold her back. I mean, we should all kind of aspire to be someone like this girl. She knows what she’s worth. She knows what’s worth fighting for. I loved this character and her narrative. And me, someone who usually rolls her eyes and gets annoyed with characters who have bright pink or blue hair because that’s how authors try to pass off personality, I didn’t even mind it because I barely even noticed/cared! The character is written very realistically in the sense that I know in my bones there are people like Vanessa out there in the real world. There was no quality or flaw that I needed/wanted to ignore for sake of continuing the book. Everything about this girl was true and honest. Male Lead: This guy. Sigh. His character development is a huge testament to Zapata’s writing because the Aiden Graves we have to deal with at the beginning of the book is both subtly and yet completely different from the guy he is at the end of the book. Yeah, obviously I knew he and Vanessa were going to end up together at the end, but akin to what Vanessa said, she deserved so much better (in the beginning) and this guy definitely had to work his way there.

For sure, Aiden is a one-track minded kind of dude. Football and his career is literally everything to him. And yes, like it’s mentioned in the book, it’s extremely admirable that he’s so singularly focused on the game. But geez, man, there’s dedicating your life to the game and your career, and then there’s, I don’t know, being a decent and polite human being every once in a while? Don’t get me wrong, I was rooting for him to get there the entire time, and of course he did, but he was pretty socially inept at the beginning. Alas, Zapata’s writing of his character development definitely redeemed him for all that he needed to be redeemed. I mean, you’re not going to get a complete personality change given that he’s thirty and his life wasn’t a complete train wreck as a professional athlete before Vanessa came into his life, but this guy definitely needed to upgrade from silent, unappreciative grunt with little if any social skills.

I did respect the fact that Aiden was very honest—blunt and sometimes a little clueless, but still. He did generally communicate what he thought, what he wanted, and he always told the truth, even for a man of few words. He has his troubled family past too, and of course that helped to shape him into the person we see him as, but it’s not overly done, which I also appreciated because as much as I want basic background information to know why characters are the way they are, I don’t want past experiences to overshadow the now. Plot & Writing: Okay, so I knew before I started reading that this was a fake dating trope. I just didn’t realize it was going to be one of those fake married because I need to stay in the country plots! (Spoilers, remember I told you? This is your last warning that it’s going to happen.) I probably should have put it together, though, because I knew it was fake dating/married and, hello, Winnipeg. But yeah, that didn’t smack me in the head until Aiden was like ‘MY VISA!’ in his very subdued, almost nonchalant way that simultaneously screamed ‘HELP!’

A thousand kudos to Zapata for taking on this trope and keeping it fresh. The fact that she does and does not give into typical fake dating/married scenarios that of course bring the couple closer physically and mentally is a major reason why this books gets the maximum rating. You expect that scene where the couple goes into that formal interview to verify that they know things about each other and that this marriage is not a sham just for a green card. Well, there’s no interview scene written out, but Zapata still finds a clever and romantic way to insert that kind of scene in there. And it’s to prove that Aiden is observant and notices Vanessa in ways that definitely matter no less! You also expect a bed-sharing scene that is near inescapable in fake dating/married works, and again, Zapata includes such a scene without being overt and in your face about it. She leads up to those moments. It’s a slow burn, after all. I wasn’t even thinking ‘okay, when is this scene going to show up’ because I was so invested in the story and her writing. The pacing was excellent, which significantly helped the slow-burn and made it absolutely real for me.

Also, props for keeping the entire book in one perspective. While I have warmed up to dual POVs and have read some that are excellent, some get distracting, especially if the author isn’t careful and doesn’t know how to shift the writing to match when it’s a guy or girl narrating. There wasn’t that problem here, which made it stand out to me. I’m not sure Aiden’s POV would’ve been all that interesting to read anyhow, haha.

I think my one tiny personal little gripe is the way Aiden was physically described. I get it, I do. Vanessa is a woman; Aiden is a good looking professional athlete. But, I mean, Vanessa either randomly took anatomy and physiology as an undergrad for her graphic design major or learned a lot about the human body during the two years she worked for him because she was rather precise about describing Aiden’s muscles. And muscles are great on a dude, yes. But sometimes I felt those descriptions got a little excessive? To the point that the picture I sometimes conjured up in my head was like some steroid bodybuilder image? I know, that’s not what Aiden is supposed to look like and not what Zapata wanted to portray, but there were lines and lines about his trapezius muscles and triceps, and… enough! I love muscles on a man, but enough! Secondary Characters & Plots: Zac for MVP. Haha, I seriously have no idea why this happens, but I always love backup quarterbacks. In real life and apparently in fiction too. I felt he was there way more for Vanessa than Diana, Vanessa’s best friend, was. Maybe probably it’s because Vanessa was in contact with him more often. Speaking of Diana, I didn’t connect with the character as much as I wanted to. There was nothing bad or wrong with this best friend role. I didn’t have any problems with the character, but I kind of felt indifferent about her presence unlike how much I enjoyed Zac in the book. But… Zapata’s Wait For It is on my to-read list and that stars Diana, so… I guess we’ll see when I get to that review.

I honestly don’t remember any of the secondary plots in the book, yikes. But! That’s kind of a good thing in my book because I was definitely invested in the Aiden/Vanessa love story. Favorite Part(s): Well, the climax obviously. Zapata really rewards readers with that scene she’s been building and building. We finally see Aiden abandon his reserve and guards for Vanessa 100% considering the type of person he is. Vanessa gets her well deserved moment (and breakdown) for all that she has endured and put into running that marathon. Reading that scene, you know right that moment that it’s going to work between the two of them, that regardless of their individual flaws and the issues between them, it’s really going to work. And seriously. Aiden showing up is something akin to Richard Gere showing up in the limo with the opera playing in the background for Julia Roberts. It’s what we wanted, and it’s what we got, AND IT’S THAT GOOD.

But also, basically anytime the words ‘MY WIFE’ came out of Aiden’s mouth, that was also my favorite part. Those are the stolen moments we see that yes, Aiden outright acknowledges that he legally married Vanessa, but the words are just about always uttered with some kind of territorial posessiveness we wouldn’t expect out of him, and because we don’t expect it... SWOON. Final Thoughts: I was indirectly recommended Kulti by Zapata through a fandom I follow, and upon some browsing, decided to read The Wall of Winnipeg and Me first (mostly because the former is about soccer, which is not my favorite sport). But speaking of which, for those who are less inclined to read about sports and/or football, I don’t think you have to shy away from this one. Yes, it’s a huge part of Aiden’s life obviously, but it’s not like Zapata is describing every play and every game and every score (though the book might have turned out that way if she had decided to write in Aiden’s perspective). Overall, it’s the fresh take on a commonly used trope and Zapata’s amazing writing that made this a fabulous and recommended read.

#book: the wall of winnipeg and me #author: mariana zapata #genre: contemporary romance #genre: sports #rating: five stars

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