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If I lose my mind | Ch. 9
Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really.
Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports?
Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader
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You recognize his laugh now. Not the one recorded by the nosy photographers or the overstepping interviewers, but the real one. The way he leans his head to the side and his eyes turn into beautiful crescent moons. Those low chuckles as well, so carefree and sweet, resounding in your head and bringing you back to the hundreds of videos saved in your camera roll, the ones you have been watching for nights on end since you found that phone.
It is difficult to decipher if the goosebumps raising in your skin come from the happiness the mere sound induces inside you, or the fear of realizing how deep you have been dragged into this nightmare.
After landing in Belgium, Daniel’s first instinct had been to send you a message, an invite out for dinner which he admitted was long overdue. Two months had already gone by since you fainted in Austria —or better said, the day you woke up surrounded by a whole Formula 1 team in an unknow place—, two months since he fought with Nick in the middle of the track and promised to ‘talk later’. Two months.
Safe to say you were surprised enough to ignore the hundreds of messages higher on the chat. It’s better to take in this kind of news one by one.
“My friend said the steak tartare was amazing, you should have a look at it” Daniel offers when you lower your eyes to the menu, skimming over the dishes as if that could help you ignore the tingling on your stomach
Pursing your lips, you finally focus your gaze on the words written before you. “I don’t know if…” you begin to show your doubts about the raw dish, trying to locate it on the menu among the rest of unrecognizable food names.
Daniel can see the exact second you find it.
“Don’t you dare look at the price,” the driver threatens when your eyes widen at the quantity, eyebrows furrowed as you wonder if the meat is wrapped in gold or something “You’re not paying again, I’m telling you!”
“What do you mean again?” you ask through a chuckle, scanning the rest of the menu for a more reasonable option. After all, it is always Daniel who passes you gummies and other unhealthy treats under Nick’s nose when you are on the track, and not the other way around. It would have been impossible anyway, it’s only recently that you have acquired some form of payment.
Daniel calls for the waiter after a shake of his head, a smirk falling of his lips “Yeah, sure, I’ll let you play dumb now... gave them my card already, so no use in sneaking to the bathroom and paying behind my back”
To be fair, although you doubt you could have invited Daniel to more than a sip of coffee in the short time you’ve know him —you absolutely do not have the kind of money needed to invite a Formula One driver out, that’s become obvious, those kinds of antics do ring a bell or two.
After all, you may have picked them up from the best at that type of tricks: your father.
On your time away from home, you have found yourself holding onto the little pieces of your family which have so easily become a part of your personality over the years. Your father’s silent gestures of love, your mother’s caring nature, and honestly, being unable to talk to them had taken a toll on you. Probably, that is why you had melt into a poodle of tears when you heard your dad’s voice on the phone.
“¿A ti te parece normal estar dos meses sin llamar a tus padres? (Does it seem normal to you to go two months without calling your parents?) "
Even hearing his scoldings felt like the most precious moment of your life.
Charles had come crashing into the room as soon as he heard your cries, kneeling beside you on the floor thinking you might have hurt yourself with how fast you had run away to your room. His concerned look rapidly turning into one of confusion when you firmly held his hand and whispered between sobs “It’s my dad!”
The discovery of this new device had not only opened a channel of communication with your family, which had both been a blessing and a curse, but also brough an infinity of unanswered questions. Although the first few minutes of your conversation had been centered around your mother’s question about your wellbeing and if you had been eating well, it had not taken long until that precious moment was broken. After checking that you had been doing alright and apologizing for not talking to them, your father could not hold it any longer and started gushing about the amazing few races you had had before the break.
A reality check so sudden that it takes your breath away.
Their happiness and eagerness to congratulate you on the highest place of your career, managed to sober you up completely. You heart sinking with every compliment they threw at you, their desire to see you climb up in the sport, to see you win one day. “It will come” your mother says, as if any of this was real. As if they were real.
When you finally found your voice again, you had cut the conversation short with promises to call them soon —even if the mere thought of it made you nauseous.
This encounter only renewed your desire to break free from what had become you own personal prison, and that device was a new key for your escape. While the phone you had been carrying since the start of this journey only had a couple numbers from the team members saved on it, this one was filled to the brim with messages, photos,... a whole life encased in such a small object. Your life?
And somehow a main character in a large part of them was the man in front of you.
“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” Daniel queries with a half-smile, having clearly caught the way your eyes followed the delicious looking cake as the waiter placed it on the table
The colors rise to your cheeks in shyness, looking to the side while you jokingly sigh “Daniel, I won’t fit in the car if I keep eating...”
“You’ll drive mine then” he quickly resolves, taking a huge piece of the treat and offering the spoon to you. Honestly, you had swapped the list of amazingly sounding desserts for a simple tea because you felt too full to even think of eating anything else, but a spoonful of cake can’t hurt, right? “Have to wear the McLaren suit though”
Although you do it unconsciously, the look you give Daniel over the mouthful of cake, tells him everything he needs to know regarding your opinion on the bright orange race suit. The driver lets out a loud laugh, putting on his disbelieving facade as if that hadn’t been his intention in the first place.
“So nice hearing you criticize my team’s color, really, I don’t know why we stopped having lunch together. Yeah, not a clue...” Daniel scoffs, digging into his plate to drown his fabricated sorrows. So dramatic.
“I didn’t even talk!” you quip back to his amusement, just now having managed to get through the enormous bite of cake. Daniel only response is a disapproving shake of his head, and you let him have this one as you stir your tea. You are more interested in the second part of his grumbles “Why did we stop though?”
“Don’t know... I guess with the whole start of the season, new team and everything” Daniel relays with a frown, gesturing to the air as if to explain that life had gotten in between what seemed to be a tradition the two of you had. “And also, that fucking diet...” the driver snickers with a roll of his eyes, having thrown that last jab as joke to lighten up the mood after such serious turn of the conversation.
However, a soon as your eyes meet, he knows it’s been a misstep —even if it is just a coincidence that what he thinks is your how dare you say that? look is more of a what diet are you talking about? Look.
“Sorry, ‘shouldn't have said that” Daniel apologizes straight away, leaning back into his seat with a sigh and the last piece of the cake. The time it takes him to munch on the treat is enough for him to debate whether or not he should make his opinion on such an important cmatter. Finally, he opts for a more conservative approach “It’s just... you already know what I think about it. Nick too”
The mention of your Formula One trainer’s name makes all the alarms go off in your head, more so when the last time you saw them together, they were having a pretty heated conversation in the middle of a Grand Prix “Is that why you fought with Nick?”
You try to appear outwardly calm about the situation, swirling what’s left of your tea as if your hands weren’t trembling in anticipation. This is it, at last, some real information. Not some meaningless clues which do nothing but mess with your poorly constructed theories.
Your grandmother’s necklace burns against your chest, the feeling grounding you against all the thoughts brimming on your head. After all, the piece of jewelry is still the only fragment of an ever-distant reality, one you have kept safe and close to your heart ever since you found. You rest your hand over the pendant, sensing the heat even through the fabric of your blouse, as you wait for the response.
He brushes a hand over his curls, looking everywhere but at you. “Yeah, kind of... I mean,” he accepts, clicking his tongue and taking in a big breath, as if he couldn’t bring himself to say it plain and clear. Daniel takes a second to reorganize his thoughts, straightening up in his chair and leaning his arms over the table in deep thought. However, when you think he’s managed to make up his mind and talk, the only words that come out his lips are “Look, we shouldn't talk about this now”
A frown instantly forms on your expression at the premise, jaw set as you prepare yourself to most likely yell at Daniel everything that’s been on your mind thorough your time trapped here —whatever here means. You were finally going to clear one of the millions of unknowns surrounding this dream or whatever this is, and the man has the audacity to want to leave this incredibly important conversation for later. Oh, hell no.
“No, listen” Daniel tries to settle your worries, having perfectly recognized the signs of what was about to come for him, from the slight closing of you hand over the table to the uncredulous grin lightly lifting the side of your lips “We’ll talk in the ride back to the track. C’mon, I’ll drive you”
The soft sound of the radio fills the silence on the way out of the parking, a ballad which does absolutely not fit the speed at what your mind is running. Daniel can probably feel the weight of your stare, trying to let him have some space since it seems to be a sensitive topic for him, but so eager to learn what transpired between the two of them.
The driver decides to preface his explanation with a “Don't get mad at me, okay?”, a strained smile pulling at his lips. For starters, that sentence does sound familiar. “I know I should stay out of it, and I think... well, no, I know! I know you’ve been really stressed out lately, that everything’s different now and all of that. I mean, they won't shut up about the fucking ‘second year in F1’ or whatever”
Daniel tries to check your reaction out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts, although disorganized, always careful of your feelings. Yet, you can only regard him with a confused look.
“What I’m trying to say is... I think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard” the driver lets out, the words flowing out of him like they have been weighting him for too long. His urge to explain his intentions straight away, showing how much of a push back he was expecting from your part "Again, I’m not trying to start an argument, I’m just worried about you! I’ve seen you training, seen that diet... this is not good for you”
You’ve kept your eyes in the road in front thorough the conversation, taking in how concerned he has been about you. You had never seen this side of Daniel, he has always seen friendly and eager to help whenever you needed, but nothing had ever seen this deep. Still, you don’t understand what any of this has to do with his fight with Nick.
“I understand that...” you acknowledge his worries, making a mental note to check everything he said later. In the time you had spent following this professional motorsport driver schedule, none of it had seemed as harsh to you as he had mentioned. Maybe something changed? Why though? “So, Nick and you talked about that? Is that it?”
“Well, yes, Nick and I kind of had a... disagreement, yeah, we can call it that. About this new training plan you had going on. We had already talked about it like, back in Canada, and obviously nothing came out of it. But after Austria...” Daniel lets a second go while he enters the road, a harder grip on the steering wheel than needed. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked about it at all, I don’t know if you and Nick did?”
You almost want to laugh at the supposition, your trainer had shut down any attempts of talking about it the day after the incident, so you had eventually given up “No, nothing”
“I didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it but... We got really scared that day. I went to celebrate your qualy and, suddenly, you started panicking and freaking out! I didn’t know what to do, and then you fell unconscious. Do you remember any of it?” the driver wonders, his voice showcasing the whirlwind of emotions he went through despite the fact that he might be giving you a diluted version of what went down. You can only nod at him, the memories fresh on your mind “When they took you to the hospital, I thought, they for sure won’t let her race tomorrow, right? And then I see you on the track, all dressed up again, I couldn’t believe it...”
“Didn’t Nick say he sent you a text?” you try to fill in, fingers fiddling with your own phone. Two months might have passed, but the images of that day keep replaying in your mind every single night.
Daniel clicks his tongue in disbelief, eyes still focused on the road “Yes, he sent me two fucking lines saying the doctor discharged you, that you were fine and that’s literally it. You can take my phone and see it for yourself! I kept blowing up his phone but that’s the only thing he would say: exhaustion, she’s alright”
That would explain the way Daniel approached you in Austria, how furious he had been with Nick after the secrecy with which the incident had been treated. The first thing he asked you that day was if you were alright, after the pre-race activities had finished and as away from the public as he could knowing you were in the middle of a Grand Prix. That is why he pounced at Nick when he mentioned the exhaustion diagnosis, fed up with the discourse. The distrust he had in your trainer’s statement clear in his words.
Yet another thread to be pulled.
Author's note: Hey, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It's been a while! My masters is clearly kicking my ass and I didn't have a single second to write, but here it is. Thank you all so much for reading, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated!
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hey I was wondering if you could write something where warren and reader say ‘I love you’ for the first time? <3 the warren brainrot is real 😔😔
I Do Love You Warren Rojas x Reader
summary: walking to a diner with your favorite drummer and some very lovely words are exchanged. fluff
notes: omgomg thank you so much for requesting!!!!! i haven’t written anything in so long, and i’ve really been wanting to write for warren!!! i hope you guys like it!! <3 also it’s pretty short and sweet so sorry that it’s not longer…
being a female bassist was hard. especially when you were dating the drummer in the band you were in. interviewers always made snarky comments about your guys relationship, and groupies always ignored warrens hand that was always around your hip at parties.
that’s why you and warren decided to take it slow. you didn’t want journalists marketing off your guys relationship. or paparazzi sneaking pictures of you guys making out on the side of the tour bus. (which may or may not have happened…)
Warren: Man she was horrified when those pictures came out…. i thought it was pretty funny.
Y/N: He said that? of course he did….
the band was in the process of recording Aurora. you and warren often spent long days at the studio, and on weekends when you weren’t partying with the rest of the band, he would take you on romantic dates.
Eddie: Those two were inseparable. you would never see one without the other. many people didn’t take relationships that seriously during the 70s… but man, those two were really in love. i’ve never seen warren be so in love with a girl before.
during gigs, warren would stare at you nearly the whole show. he wouldn’t miss a beat either. he loved watching you feel the music.
one day the recording session ran later than usual. it was almost 1 am. since you guys didn’t eat dinner warren had the great idea of grabbing a bite at the 24 hour diner around the block. the entire band agreed and started walking.
as you guys walked out of the studio, warren noticed you shiver as the cold night wind breezed through your hair. he immediately took off his denim jacket and put it around your shoulders.
“thank you.” you mumbled as you slipped your arms through the sleeves. you instantly felt relieved as the denim blocked the wind.
“no problem pretty girl.” he gave you a smirk that made your cheeks redden. “you know, you did really good today, the riff you wrote for kill you to try is amazing babe.” although billy is extremely stubborn, he gave you almost all creative freedom on your part. he knew what you were capable of and he trusted you enough to sound great.
warren always knew how to compliment you. and although you guys have been dating for a couple of months, he still gave you butterflies in your stomach.
“thank you, i like how billy let you start off the song all by yourself.” warren grabbed you around the waist and gave you a dramatic kiss on the cheek as a way of saying thank you.
Eddie: Like i said. inseparable.
Karen: Those two were the cutest couple ever. You can tell what they had was real.
The band walked fast in front of you, while you and warren lingered a couple feet behind them. you felt warren’s gaze linger on you in your peripheral vision.
Warren: Man, back then she had these jeans that she looked gorgeous in! she also had these chunky gold hoops in. i’m pretty sure she was wearing both of those that night. plus she always looked hot as hell in my clothes! if you were there you wouldn’t be able to stop staring either!
your boyfriend’s staring made you anxious, even though you know that he would never think bad of you.
“why are you staring at me?” you asked him with a smirk. if it were sunny out, warren would be able to see your red stained cheeks.
“what, am i not allowed to stare at my pretty girlfriend?!” warren replied.
“you’re so cheesy.” you giggled, which was music to warrens ears. he loved hearing you laugh.
“ohh you know you love me.” warren joked.
“i do love you.” the words slipped out of your mouth before you even comprehended them.
now it was warrens turn to blush. he wasn’t expecting your words. he looked at you stunned, and hesitated a bit. his hesitation worried you and you were about to take it back before he spoke.
“i love you more.” warren looked at you very seriously, taking in every single one of your facial features. he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. you smiled.
you guys kept walking as a comfortable silence fell over you. warrens arm rested comfortably around your shoulders as you rested your head by his neck.
Karen: Those two were extra flirty and quiet that night at the diner. i figured something was up, but i didn’t think too much about it.
Y/N: That night was the first of many where i told him that i loved him.
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Golden Lies 3
PART 1 PART 2
Interviews.. Dazzling people.. Making people like you.. That's the game that you were playing tonight. Really you figured it wouldn't be hard, you were going to the whole ‘protecting the innocent’ and ‘here with my best friend’ thing. Which was what the two of you had done, so it wasn't a stretch. The biggest thing would be wording things correctly. Making sure that what you said didn't offend anyone, or cause upset.
You paid close attention to the crowd while Lavanna and the others dressed you. The TV was on so you could see and listen to them as Caesar warmed them up for the show. You watched as the careers went, saying things like ‘yes I've been ready for this my whole life’. Or ‘I'll see you in a few weeks because I am going to win this’.
Boring.. They must learn their lines at the academy too because they sound exactly alike. You were saddened when the tributes from four got on the stage though. The girl was terrified, speaking so quietly that she could barely be heard. The boy talked about how he was going to do his best to protect his friend but didnt think they would last long.
It really sunk in that you weren't the only one who had really committed to the fact that you were going to die. While it was a similar situation to yours, you knew that you could get so much further than them. You prayed through, to whoever was listening that their death was quick and as painless as possible. You also wondered if Finnick worked with them at all.
He annoyingly had been on your mind today, for whatever reason. The way he watched you whenever you were both in the same room. How when Hardin needed your help with the sugar cubes, Finnick didn't bother you. He didn't ask questions or call anyone over, he just stood there and waited.
His gorgeous green eyes were stuck in your head and you hated it. But you could push it far enough aside to deal with the things at hand, like your outfit for interviews. It was gorgeous and something you never pictured yourself wearing. Light gold in color except for the sheer bodice, that had lace and gold fabric strategically placed to cover your boobs. Your sides, most of your stomach, shoulders and back were exposed.
The zipper up the back had lace appliques to hide it, while there were still some shiny crystals here and there. The bottom was full and large, layers upon layers one gold and sheer tulle making it up. The top sheer layer had the same crystals from the top of the dress and the bottom had black swallowtail butterflies and monarch butterflies. They fluttered softly, opening and closing their wings.
Your hair was up in a chunky braided wreath around your head. It had lavender and olive branches weaved into it, it gave the effect that you had a crown on. Your make up was dramatic again, gold lid with black brushed around the outside. Big wing and false lashes again, but this time your lips were painted. Gold on one side and black on the other, meeting and mixing in the middle.
It was quiet in the room, your scoring last night was low which is what you wanted. You had received a five and Hardin a six, the team thought you were upset with it. But it was all part of the plan. They knew you had thrown that spear, but they didn't know if it was beginner's luck or if you were trained somehow.
You knew if you could get to a bag and a weapon during the bloodbath, you could get away and survive. It was getting both you and Hardin supplies and getting away that would be the problem. The silence was nice though, calming and relaxing as they tinkered with this or that making sure that everything was perfect.
Lavanna walked you out to the hall where some of the others were waiting. Even those who had already interviewed were waiting around for it to all be over. There was quiet chatter talking about what to say or not too say. Talking about who did well so far and who still needed to go.
The girl from four pointed as you came into the hall, whispering to Mags about how the butterflies on your dress seemed to be alive. You didn't want to give away the surprise that Lavanna had told you about, but you couldn't resist seeing the 12 year old smiling. Lavanna nodded to you when you turned to beg with your eyes.
So you bent down, stuck a finger under one of the black butterflies causing it to crawl onto you. You held it in the palm of your hand as you made your way over to her and Mags. When you reached her you leaned down and held your free hand out. When the young girl laid her hand in your palm you guided the butterfly from your palm to hers. She squealed with excitement as it stayed there just fluttering its wings.
“If it's ok with your mentors you can keep it. Take it up to your room with you.” You said smiling at her, when she looked up at Mags with the best puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. Mags laughed and nodded before pointing at Finnick “You'll have to ask him too.” The young blond girl's face dropped, shoulders sinking in disappointment.
But you lifted her face with your hand and smiled again. “I'll go ask him for you, promise I won't take no for an answer.” She jumped up and down a little as she watched you walk over to where Finnick and the 13 year old boy were talking. The boy's eyes widened and his mouth opened a little as he watched you walk over, which caught Finnicks attention.
He sucked in a breath when he turned to look at you, he couldn't figure out what he liked the most. The dress and the way it clung to your top but flowed around at the bottom. The way your hair and makeup was done, it was all perfect to him. He quickly shut his own mouth and slammed his walls back up, turning up the charm and down the feelings. “Well well well.. You must be going for the Goddess of the Capitol.. Very smart choice if I'm allowed to say so.”
You smiled at his words, hating that you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. You waved at the boy who gasped, waved back and then ran off to find Maggie. “Sorry about him, he's clearly scared of gorgeous women.” Finnick said again as you turned away from watching his tribute and back to him. That's where he wanted your attention, on him.
You nodded, choosing to not respond to his comment but answer the first statement. “Anyways, you're allowed to speak your opinion freely if you allow your tribute to keep the butterfly I gifted her.” You both turned to look back at her, Finnick hadn't even noticed you go over there. He had been so wrapped up in trying to calm his boy down. He quickly put together that it was a butterfly from your dress. He nodded over at the group, causing her to shriek in happiness before running off with the boy.
Neither of you would admit that your hearts squeezed knowing that she would probably be dead tomorrow. When they were gone, you noticed Haymitch and Lavanna standing with Hardin and Cress. All four were watching you talk to Finnick, and Haymitch didn't look too happy about it. Finnicks hand on your wrist brought your eyes back to him. He spoke quietly “You look gorgeous. Y/n you could win this if you're smart.. 1 and 2 are still after you and your friend.. Be careful. I wish I could help you more.”
He squeezed your wrist, then smirked at you and walked away winking at Lavanna on his way.
The group quickly made their way towards you all speaking over each other in different tones.
“What did he want? Was he trying to scare you?” In a slightly annoyed tone from Haymitch.
“Did he hurt you? Or threaten you!” In a worried tone from Hardin.
“OH MY GOD! You were just touched by Finnick Odair! I wouldn't wash that arm if it were me!” In an excited tone from Cress.
“I can't believe he just winked at me.. Who does he think he is?” From Lavanna in a disgusted tone.
They all turned and looked at each other for different reasons. Before anyone could speak an avox came up and pointed toward you, then the stage. It was your turn next and you needed to get into place. “We will talk about it later, I'm fine though.” Was all you could get out before the Avox was making grunting noises at you and pointing aggressively, probably scared to not get you to your place on time.
Your heels clicked softly as you walked to the X, you really were running behind because you barely paused on it before Caesar was welcoming you to the stage. The light was slightly blinding as you smiled and waved, blowing a few kisses to those in the front row. “Wow, Wow!” He said as he grabbed your hand, the two of you sitting down.
You bent your knee lifting one leg to cross the other, but had to move slowly to not disturbed the butterflies. When the crowd settled a little Caesar got right into it. “I think everyone's first question is about the girl you volunteered for.” You nodded and looked down, allowing tears to fill your eyes before you looked back up.
“Cissa.. She's my neighbor, she had just turned 12 the day before. She's such a kind soul and her family has done so much for me. I work in the fields you see, sun up to sun down during the season. And her mother and the children take care of my very old, very sick grandparents while I'm gone.”
The crowd awed a little as Caesar nodded, “So this was your way of thanking them. By saving their daughter from the reaping.” You nodded enthusiastically while carefully thinking about your next sentence. “But if I can tell you a secret.. I mean we are amongst friends right?” You held a hand out and looked towards the crowd.
They all started screaming ‘YES’ as Caesar looked at you, he then nodded “I guess so.. So what's your secret?” You both leaned forward just a little like you were really sharing a secret and not just saying something on national television. You held one hand up almost to your mouth “I volunteered for a selfish reason as well.” When Caesar flew back into his chair dramatically, his mouth was wide open in mock shock.
You leaned back slightly still sitting up straight, and nodded a tight lipped smile as you looked over the crowd. You shrugged a little before speaking again, “I may have wanted to come and win for my district. There isn't any Victor right now for 9 and I wanted the internal glory.” The crowd started cheering loudly again as Caesar nodded saying that none of them would tell your secret. He was very good at his job, keeping up with whatever shenanigans you threw out.
“So our next question is about your district parenter, Hardin, was it? How do you know each other?”
You nodded turning to look back at him with a smile, he gave you a thumbs up before you turned back around. There was a genuine smile on your face when you started speaking of him. “We met when he was walking around our district. Ended up being in the same school together and when we were old enough they placed us in the fields together. They always said we just worked well with each other. That big meat head is my best friend, I don't know what I would do without him. But I'm kind of sad we are both here.”
Caesar looked at you with a confused smile, “Well why would you be sad? That means that you can protect each other?”
You nodded, “Well yes and don't get me wrong, Caesar I am so thankful that I will have him in there with me. But that means if I win, when I go home he won't be there. And then I'll be alone.” Real tears this time came and one streaked down your cheek as the crowd awed. You were now thinking about how alone he would feel if your plan succeeded and he won. He would have to live with knowing you killed yourself to get him home.
Then he would have to come and train kids to go into the games, over and over again.
Caesar patted your hand in fake sympathy, “But you will have all new friends from here. And we won't ever let you be alone, will we folks!” He says turning back to the crowd with a wide mouthed loud laugh. You both smiled as you thanked them a few times, “Well Our little goddess, our time is up! But I think we will be seeing you again.” When you both stood you held one finger up as Caesar looked at you questioningly.
“I have a small gift, a token of my gratitude if you will for my friends here. If that's ok with you of course Caesar.” The crowd started screaming as Caesar looked up to his bosses. When they nodded Caesar nodded to you, taking a small step back as you grabbed the top few layers of your dresses skirt. Careful to leave most of the tulle down to cover your legs, you held the top layers up. “Caesar, could you actually help me, hold the back up please.”
Caesar quickly moved, ecstatic to be part of whatever show you were putting on. “Now we are just going to push down on the count of three. Kinda hard, Ok?” When he nodded looking around at the crowd with a funny face, you laughed and counted down. “1… 2…. 3!”
You both pushed down, you bending at the knees as all the butterflies that had covered the bottom of your dress flew into the air. The crowd that was cheering for Caesar or yelling was now screaming. The adults fighting over the butterflies that flew into the crowd. Pushing and shoving others out of their way as they tried to snatch them out of the air. One landed on Caesars suit jacket, and just stayed there like it was a pin. “WOW! That was amazing! Thank you so much Y/n!” You bowed a little before making your way off stage.
Lavanna was waiting for you at the bottom of a few stairs, she encased you in a huge hug as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. “That was wonderful, you did so so well, darling!” As soon as you were out of her arms, Haymitch was clapping again. “Sweetheart, I don't know where you pulled that out of but you just keep on impressing me. My guys don't stand a chance.. But you.. You got something kid.. I hope to see you on the other side.”
When he walked away you heard the crowd screaming for Hardin, who was in a black suit with a gold tie that had much smaller black butterflies printed on it. “Hello, Hello! I must say, your district mate is a hard act to follow! But I'm sure we will have a great time!” They both laughed and crossed their legs after shaking hands.
“So how is it being in the Capitol veris being at home?” Hardin smiled and pretended like he was thinking “Really it's just amazing how big and brightly colored everything is here. The people are much more welcoming and loving than I thought and I absolutely adore all of you for that.” He brought both hands up to his mouth and blew kisses towards the crowd. They were literally eating shit out of his hands.
“It of course helps having Y/n here” Hardin said as the crowd calmed down from the kisses. Caesar nodded “Yes, I think we all can tell you are very close. Is there.. Anything.. Romantic going on there we should know. Amongst friends of course.” Caesar held up one hand to his heart, waiting to hear another district 9 secret.
But Hardin laughed, holding both hands while he shook his head. “No offense to Y/n, she's a very pretty girl of course. But she's my best friend. If I had to label it I would say she's my platonic soulmate. It's really sad that I won't be able to stay with her for long during the games. I just hope I can protect her for as long as possible before I become a burden.”
The crowd scoffed, as if offended by the insinuation that he could be a burden. Caesar did too “How could you ever be a burden! Look at you!” Hardin shook his head, leaning forward and wiping tears from his eyes. From the TV you couldnt tell if they were real or fake but it didn't matter. “I have a condition, there's a medication I have to take every morning to control it. If I don't take it, then I get sweaty and disoriented. After a day or two my body starts to shut down. It's said to be very painful and the end comes with hallucinations.”
The crowd gasped, some yelling that he shouldn't have to go into the games. “Unfortunately I won't be able to take my meds into the arena with me. So I will probably only last a few days, but in those few days I hope to make things as easy for Y/n to win as possible.” Just as he finished speaking the buzzer went off, Caesar looked genuinely conflicted. Like he was trying to decide if he thought Hardin should be here or not.
But he quickly recovered, stood, said a few more words to the crowd rehyping them up, shook his hand and shooed him off stage.
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oh oh i got inspiration request from sr. (rdj dad, netflix documentary) so could you write about chris evans decided to do a Netflix documentary movie from how he became celeb to how he met his girlfriend, reader.
Boston Boy: Chris Evans Doco
A/N: OK I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF THIS SCENARIO FOR SO LONG. I ADORE THE CONCEPT. Me being a very visual person, I was like... how do I execute this? It was gonna be gifs but then I thought no like let's get that audio visual thang going. So I present to you my shitty little video montage that I spent 2 hours on my laptop trying to figure out, scouring the internet for clips (they're not mine... clearly please dont sue). I kind of set it out as the single interviews, and then you guys getting asked questions by interviewers at home and then all those little scenes.
So when you watch my poorly done video, firstly, don't judge, secondly, imagine it as little home video clips of you. I HAD TO DO IT. MY BRAIN WOULDNT LET ME POST THIS UNLESS I DID IT.
Please enjoy xo.
1v1 Chris Interview
Interviewer: What’s one song that describes Y/N?
“Killer Queen. No question.” He smirked, resting his chin on his fingers.
< Video Montage of you starts with the music >
She’s just… yeah… you know you don’t meet someone like that every day and the fact that I get to spend every day with her makes me the luckiest man alive.
<Scene changes to you getting comfy on your couch, pulling up a blanket and holding a cup of tea. The room is dark being light by the various warm lights in your living room. You’re in your pyjamas.>
Interviewer: You guys ready?
Y/N: Oh, this is starting already! God, I haven’t even done my makeup.
CE: You look fine. It’s a documentary babe it’s supposed to be informal.
Chris pulled your feet up over his lap, settling in next to you.
Y/N: I still would have done my hair! I’ve never done an interview for anything besides a job, so this is a little different.
Interviewer: Just think of it as you’re in your living room chatting with friends.
Y/N: Alright shoot!
Interviewer: So, Y/N, I guess it’s funny because you don’t have a profession in the industry you had no aspirations of being famous and you’ve just been thrusted into this spotlight… what’s that like?
Y/N: I mean… it’s definitely different. And I’d be lying if I say I didn’t you know think on it and it’s hard because you have to really question is this guy, I’m seeing worth it? You know? That sacrifice of your privacy or your mundane life. Like yeah, the trips and the nice house and hotels and the events are all great and I can’t complain but you know you give a part of yourself up. That part of you that can go to the grocery store in sweatpants, the one where your whole life doesn’t come up when you google yourself. That was hard but you know I had to kind of follow my heart and I decided yeah you know; I really like this guy and why not? Sometimes you gotta take a risk and follow your heart and I’m glad I did it but I don’t think I’d do this for anyone else.
CE: Would you say I’m worth it now?
Chris smirked at you
Y/N: I’d definitely say you’re worth it.”
Interviewer: And what would you say is the hardest part?
Y/N: Well, you know no one wants to be disliked and that’s always hard to have that rejection but imagine that but from thousands of people who have never met you, don’t know you from a bar of soap who then go online and tell you that. You know that they don’t like you because you’re ugly and fat and you’re a gold digger. Let the record show, I have a really good job that I love so his money was not what did it for me. Especially, since I’m the one who always buys the coffees.
CE: That part killed me…. There’s this girl, you know, my girl that I love and she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and people are just going around online spewing all this hate about her, you kind of feel it’s your fault… ya know? She didn’t choose this life, I did but by extension it’s her life now. I just don’t think she deserves it. The gold digger comment on the other hand is hilarious, I think I owe her $1000 in coffees. She gets weird if I buy her a nice present on her birthday, she’s definitely not after my money.
Y/N: I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s your fault though like I knew what I was getting into, and I agreed to it getting into a relationship with you.
CE: It’s still not fair though. I have this need to protect her, ya know, that’s my job to make sure she’s safe and I can’t protect her from everything and that’s hard.
Y/N: I know honey I know.
You patted his thigh hoping the ease the pain in his voice.
Y/N: I’ve kind of grown immune to it now, these people don’t know me or my relationship so I’m able to kind of shut that out. It’s as simple as putting the phone down.
Interviewer: What’s the best part then?
Y/N: Not having to pay rent in Boston.
CE: Ya kidding!
Y/N: It’s a really tough market!
Y/N: No in seriousness, I live a really privileged life with the man I love. I had a great life before, but I think being in love and having a person makes you feel complete.
Interviewer: So, we’ll set the scene, an A-lister movie star comes up to you on a night out and starts talking to you… what’s going through your head? How did you feel? Starstruck?
Y/N: He looks like every other white dude, so I didn’t clock it immediately but when I did I thought I was being punkd or something.”
CE: Oh come on!
Y/N: No seriously and I’ve told you this I was super suspicious about it. Yeah sure, I’ve had guys come up to me in clubs but having someone who you know could have anyone they wanted, and you know I’m not the beauty standard, I don’t fit the mould of bombshell, I’m curvy and loud and I laugh like a drunk witch I just didn’t think that I was someone he’d be interested in.
CE: Speak for yourself I love your laugh.
Interviewer: So, Chris why did you go up to her?
CE: Well firstly, look at her. I mean I first saw her and I think that was kind of the first time in my life I ever got taken back by someone… I’m a big believer in love at first and I think I had that moment of “wow there she is. That’s the girl I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with.” and it’s not just her looks either she had this energy about her that was addictive and I wanted to be a part of. She was laughing and I could see the faces of the people around her they just seemed so entertained and engaged by whatever she was saying. She’s one of those people you kind of just gravitate to because she has that gift of lighting up a room. She reminds me of a quote I read once, she’s like a sunrise, she doesn’t care if you watch her rise or not she will continue to be beautiful even if no one bothers to look.
Y/N: He had this big grin talking to me the whole time and I thought oh maybe that’s an actor thing where you’re not allowed to stop smiling.
Interviewer: But you thought you were getting punkd…
Y/N: If not punkd, that he was kind of just looking for a one-night fling. Admittedly, I judged him. Definitely. I had read the tabloids, I didn’t understand why someone like him was single, it was suspicious.
CE: It’s because I hadn’t met you yet.
Y/N: Well, we know that now but back then I think I put a wall up because I didn’t want to get hurt. Getting your heartbroken by a celebrity isn’t just as simple as you block their number, his face is everywhere, I’d have to boycott certain movies. I’d be embarrassed by the fact that I trusted some playboy movie star and thought that I was special enough he wanted to be with me.
CE: God you were soooo wrong sweetheart
Y/N: I can admit that now! But yeah, it’s definitely weird trying to navigate his intentions. But he made it pretty clear from the start.
CE: She said no like 50 times.
Interviewer: You said NO?
The interviewer put on a faux gasp.
Y/N: I had my walls up I just don’t think I was willing to be fucked around by Captain America. But I think I realised he was being genuine when he was scheduled to leave to go to some other event and his people came over to kind of get him out and he looked them in the eye and said “no, I’m in the middle of something important.” I was like oh god this man is DETERMINED.
CE: You were important, I refused to leave you alone until you at least agreed to one date.
Y/N: We would of been there all night if I was more stubborn.
CE: Thank god you caved to my good looks and charm.
Y/N: Yeah that and you also promised me a pasta dinner… that’s my advice to all the girls watching never turn down a good meal especially if the guy is paying.
CE: I learnt early on good food is the way to your heart.
Y/N: And then every date after that he’d bring me chocolate like boxes of truffles or those big industrial packs of Reece’s.
CE: She loves Reece’s.
Interviewer: So how do you keep this spark alive? Seems like you two are really in love even after facing some challenges that normal couples wouldn’t.
CE: Sex.
Y/N: Chris!
CE: What? I can’t say that? Look I’m a man, who is lucky he gets to go to bed most nights with a beautiful woman I think that’s a really good part of our relationship that I can’t see going away anytime soon.
Y/N: Intimacy is definitely there that’s for sure but I think also even when you are away we are constantly communicating and planning to do things we enjoy together.
CE: Yeah, when I come home from filming or a press tour my first priority is making sure we have that time to reconnect whether it’s a week, a day or even just a few hours doing something with her and no one else makes me feel a little bit more human again.
Interviewer: Would you say your job makes you feel less human?
CE: In a way yeah, I mean, I’m playing another character 24/7 and I love my job don’t get me wrong but you’re on set for hours every day and then you get pushed into interviews and you have to be “on” all the time you know smiling and answering the same questions for hours. I think that’s why a lot of actors do seem unhappy and it’s because they don’t get to come home to someone who wraps you in this hug of quotidian. I’m Chris Evans most of the time but I come home and to her I’m just “Chrissy baby” and she doesn’t expect me to act a certain way, I can just be myself and pretend for a few hours that I’m just this normal guy coming home to his wife after a day of work.
Y/N: Girlfriend. He means girlfriend. We aren’t married.
CE: Not yet but it’s definitely on the cards. Sorry I slip up a bit, it feels like we are married but yeah no secret wedding or anything.
Interviewer: Have you guys talked about marriage and kids, we know Chris is set on a big Boston family..
CE: Oh, every day.
Y/N: It’s definitely in the works, Chris and I have a similar background in the fact we are big family people so it’s a no brainer that in a couple of years you’ll see me popping out babies.
CE: But for now, we are enjoying life just us and Dodger.
Y/N: Yeah, there’s no rush. It’ll happen though.
Interviewer: How many kids is the perfect number?
Y/N: 3
CE: 4
Interviewer: 3 or 4 which is it?
CE: My number is actually coming down from 5 but obviously it’s her body so if after 3 she feels up for one more, I won’t say no but whatever makes her happy.
Y/N: I need to see how I feel but I’m confident that Chris will be one of those hands-on dads, so I won’t be left alone with 4 kids under 4 running around.
CE: Oh, definitely not, stay at home daddy over here.
Interviewer: Seems you two have given lots of thought to it any baby names?
CE: The baby names are safely locked up in Y/N notes app but yeah, we’ve sorted that out.
Y/N: I’m not spoiling them.
You grin at the gorgeous man next to you.
< Chris’s voice over as scenes of you two moving around airports, packing bags and messing around in green rooms plays >
Life is crazy for me right now; you know with ASP and all these upcoming movies and projects. I don’t think that’s something I’d be able to do if I didn’t have her. She is singlehandedly keeping my engine running. Because there are days when it gets too much, and you have so many different opinions coming your way as to what you should do and how you should act. And there she is, right next to me or a phone call away and I can just turn to her. I definitely value her opinion above anyone else’s and that’s because I think she only gives it when I ask or when she thinks I need to hear it. She knows me better than myself so if she says, “Hey slow down.” I listen because she knows. I know its cheesy, but she is my rock, she is the calm I crave amongst chaos and a minute in her arms helps me get up to do another day.
She inspires me every day, the way she gets up and works tirelessly for others, pursues her passion and is unapologetically herself. They say you’re attract to people who have what you lack, and I think her confidence to say, “Hey you may not like it but I’m not going to conform to what you want me to be.” Is something I admire, and I think being around someone like that really gives me that bit of confidence to kind of shush the anxiety. There’s a certain intelligence that comes with knowing it’s not worth it to change yourself to appease others and that’s why when I say she is the smartest person I know, I mean that.
She’s not just my best friend, she’s, my soulmate.
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James Bond
Paring: Cliff Booth x fem! Reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, subtle praise kink, oral (m receiving), older guy young girl trope
Summary: Whose idea was it to hire a stunt double as a lead? It was an utterly awful, unfathomable idea. That was, until you got to know this mysterious lead… then, things become so much more.
Word Count: 6.1k
As a child in Los Angeles, all I ever wanted to be was a movie star. There was something endearing about watching people move on television and knowing that every step, twirl, kiss, and line was meticulously planned.
They made it look so natural, as if they came up with it on the fly.
I wished I could be like them. I wanted to accomplish what they could with minimal effort. I desired to be interviewed by a handsome man who would inquire as to how I was able to do what I do. I remember lying on my aunt's hardwood floor as she's the only one in the family with a television. My stomach pressed against the ground, twirling my hair in my fingers as my gaze wandered over the familiar faces dancing across the screen.
Movies are an untapped market that will undoubtedly boom in the coming decades. I wanted to be a part of the revolution. I aspired to be a forerunner. I wanted to be remembered as an influential woman who had a significant impact on cinema for decades after my death.
Now I found myself in the 1970s. An era that will be remembered for its fashion, dances, and phenomenal impact on cinema. Bond movies were at an all-time high, and the stereotype of womanizers was in full swing.
“Cliff Booth?!”
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Cliff Booth?! I tightened my grip on the poor piece of paper, causing it to crinkle under my grip.
“But… he’s a stunt double?!”
“Well ever since he beat up those hippies that broke into Rick Dalton’s house his name has gained quite a bit of traction in Hollywood.”
The director spoke with a country accent that was thicker than tar. He was well-versed in the land of westerns, and I had no doubt that this casting was at least partially his idea.
I scoffed. He was joking, right?
“Oh come on David… he’s a sorry sack of shit and we both know it…”
David took a long drag on his cigarette before tossing it to the floor and crushing it under his boot, twisting the embers into the dry ground.
“Y/N, you know the whole womanizer idea is hot shit right now…”
“There’s thousands of studs in Hollywood, David… Thousands of studs who are also good actors.”
I crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it to the ground below me. Our attention was drawn to the paper ball, which we followed with our eyes until it stood motionless on the dusty ground.
“He better keep his shit together…”
I tried to come across as intimidating by speaking through my teeth and straightening my back. Unfortunately, my efforts were not fruitful, and David saw right through me.
The bright California sun glinted off his blue irises as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest in over exaggerated annoyance.
“Y/N… he’s a professional-”
“They say he killed his own wife!”
“I do not give two shits about what my actors do off set!… Frankly, as long as they’re able to give one hundred fifty percent in front of the camera they’re considered gold in my book.”
I rolled my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep from losing my cool.
This was a completely ridiculous idea. Casting a stunt double as an attractive, romantic, womanizer lead was a ludicrous notion.
I swallowed my rage and crossed my arms over my chest, digging my dull nails into my biceps until my brain forced me to stop due to the assault on my nerves. The pain was harsh, but it successfully distracted my mind from the problem at hand for mere moments.
“Look Y/N… you’re young-”
“I’m not a rookie.”
“I never said you were… But I’ve been in this business for longer than you’ve been alive and I assure you I know what I am doing.”
I despised how every man over 30 addressed me as if I were a complete moron who didn't know their right from their left. I wasn't an idiot. I've been in the industry for a few years now, and I make it a point to learn everything I can before diving into something new.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
I simply bit back my rage. I couldn't let a single bad decision ruin my chances of making it big.
“Couldn’t you have at least gotten Rick Dalton?... I mean, he’s ancient and practically insignificant nowadays but at least he can act.”
David grimaced. In his youth, he was a big fan of Bounty Law, and hearing me, an inexperienced idiot, bash his favorite actor damaged a very important part of himself.
“Rick Dalton is a cowboy… Not a womanizer… Plus, I’m sure he’s busy.”
“What does Cliff Booth have that the thousands of super talented Hollywood hunks don’t?”
David tilted his head slightly forward.
“He’s an untapped market… people know him as Rick Dalton’s stunt double but if he’s also good as an actor…”
David smirked and nodded devilishly, raising a finger.
“Well… then that’s a conversation piece.”
He dropped his arm, returning it to its original position across his chest.
“Besides… he’s got a look that could make all of us filthy rich.”
I pursed my lips.
“Sure… whatever.”
“Just do the goddamn movie with him. I don't give a shit if you two never speak to each other after we wrap this up but at least act like you’re interested.”
“Well… that is my job.”
David chuckled, a crooked smile forming on his face.
“Cliff will be here soon… Be on your best behavior.”
I rolled my eyes nonchalantly.
“Whatever… I’ll be in my trailer if you need me.”
I said my goodbyes and made my way across the small trailer lot to my new home. Because the cast of this film was small, only a few trailers were required to accompany the small number of cast members.
As usual, the California weather was pleasant. The sun was warm but not oppressive. The gentle breezes that blew through the city were the perfect breath of fresh air in the midst of a hectic day.
The weather here was always perfect.
The sun glistened off the side of my metal trailer, reflecting directly into my eyes and forcing me to cover my face with the back of my hand to protect my retinas from the rays.
As I flung open the door to my trailer, a particularly cool breath of fresh air tousled my hair. I sighed heavily, my chest collapsing.
Let’s hope he doesn’t screw this up.
I mean, who’s idea was it to cast a stunt double as the lead role?
David.
In a temporary fit of rage, I slammed the door shut. A loud bang erupted, shaking the entire trailer.
“I swear if he messes this up for me…”
I clenched my teeth. This was going to be my big break. This movie was going to be a huge hit! A spicy romance film about a womanizer man and a younger girl would undoubtedly make waves in Hollywood, especially with the Bond universe reaching an all time high.
I'd be right in the thick of it. People will be talking about this movie for decades to come. How it was technically incorrect, how it was messed up in so many ways, but they'd go home and watch it anyway. Because it would be impossible to deny that they're tempted.
David made a wise choice in giving me a chance. But a stunt double? He's only good for jumping off horses and trying not to get hurt!
I take a deep breath and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of sweet oxygen filling my lungs. David is not a moron. Cliff will be fine, I'm sure. I couldn't let a minor inconvenience derail my promising career.
“Ugh.”
I groaned, collapsing onto my stiff couch, which provided little comfort in my time of need. The hinges groaned as they suffocated under my weight.
I pressed my cheek against the scratchy fabric, my cheekbone digging into the surface as my face compressed to meld against the couch.
I should rehearse my lines. I should go for a walk. I should do something productive.
I couldn't make myself move from where I was, my front pressed against the rock solid couch. The trailer was poorly insulated, and the interior was musty and sticky. I could see dust particles floating through the air, with not a care in the world.
“Hey Dave, how’s it going?”
Outside my trailer, I heard a man's voice I didn't recognize.
Was he already here?! How long have I been relaxing?
I sat up, clambering to the tiny window on the side of the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of my costar.
I leaned in, my hands on either side of the circular window, my face almost touching the glass. I stared at him as if I'd never seen a man before.
He stood tall on the dusty ground, clad in dark blue jeans and a bright yellow button-up shirt. His eyes were obscured by dark sunglasses that reflected David's image onto them.
As much as I despised admitting it, he had a look, an iconic look. He carried himself as if he were the only man who mattered. Even if you weren't a fan of the macho older man look, his confidence was undeniably impressive.
David tipped his cowboy hat to him, giving him a proper welcome full of good old-fashioned southern hospitality.
Cliff's voice was much deeper and stronger than David's. His tone cut through the air like a knife, and I could clearly hear what he was saying. I couldn't make out David’s words. He sounded like he was mumbling under his breath.
To be fair, they were quite a distance away from me.
They conversed as if they were old friends reuniting after a long absence. Their postures were relaxed, with their hands lazily placed on their hips and their pelvises cocked to the side.
“I’m excited to do this movie David…”
“Thank you for the opportunity…”
“I love your work…”
He was kissing up, and rightly so. When I first met David, I did the same thing. I knew I needed to win over the director, or else I'd be in for a bumpy ride.
“Sure! I’d be willing to start filming later today!”
Huh?! What did he say?!
Oh God, I needed to prepare myself.
Cliff gave David a nod, before turning on his heels and making his way towards my trailer.
Oh wait… why is he coming over?
His hair fluttered in the gentle breeze as he strutted confidently towards me. I crouched quickly to avoid his gaze.
Don’t panic.
Don’t panic.
Don’t panic.
I crawled across the floor, scrambling for stray pieces of my script that were strewn about. The papers kept slipping from my grasp, fluttering to the floor just beyond my reach.
“Fuck!”
I exclaimed, hurriedly gathering the papers in my grasp and clutching them to my chest, crinkling them in the process.
I could hear him, his loud footfalls echoing just outside my trailer.
I lunged to the couch, settling into a comfortable sitting position with the few papers I could gather in the limited time I was given. I went through them. They were all scrambled, chunks from various scenes at scattered points throughout the film.
He knocked, sending a brief shock through the trailer. I gulped.
“Come in.”
I said with all the assurance I could muster. Hopefully, he won't think too much about the nerves that were covered by my phony confidence.
He swung the door open using its flimsy hinges. I glanced at him through my lashes, pretending to be surprised but not overjoyed.
He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Oh… hello…”
I gave him a quick smile before returning my attention to the script in my hands.
“Boss told me to tell you that we’ll be filming later today… if that’s alright…”
I pursed my lips and nodded, not looking him in the eyes.
“That’s fine… What time is he thinking?”
“In like… two hours maybe.”
“Okay… Thanks for telling me.”
I pretended to be reading the script in front of me. It was the scene in which the two characters were in a club, hitting it off.
It was unmistakably a slow burn.
I was expecting him to leave. He'd told me everything there was to say. What else could he possibly want?
He pushed himself off the door frame and took a long step forward, getting halfway between me and the door.
“You look like you take yourself too seriously… Am I right?”
Excuse me?! I scoffed, not looking him in the eyes in fear my nerves would consume me.
I'm not sure why I was so worried. Nerves didn't look good on me.
“You really just say whatever’s on your mind, don’t you?”
He chuckled.
“Sometimes…”
His presence was oppressive. As I read the page in front of me for the tenth time, I could feel his eyes boring into my skull.
Okay, this is ridiculous.
I raised my head to meet his stare.
I could feel his gaze on me despite his sunglasses. My heart started racing. Even when he didn't want to be, he was super intimidating. He exuded dominance, which would undoubtedly come in handy during filming.
“Are you gonna leave now?”
I inquired as politely as I could. Unfortunately, I came across as bratty rather than kind. Cliff chuckled through a closed mouth.
“I think I’d rather stay here and stare at you a little longer.”
Now he was just messing with me.
“Fine… I don’t really care.”
I did care. I very much did care.
I couldn't think because he was standing over me. I was struggling to breathe. He had a hold on me just by being in the same room with me.
“Why are you even here? You’re a stunt double.”
I asked nonchalantly, my gaze fixed on the words on my script. I'm not sure why I said that. I only needed to talk to get my mind off the crushing weight of his presence.
“Boss said I have a good look…”
I could tell he was smirking. His tone was far too arrogant.
“I’m sure that stroked your ego.”
I flipped the page, focusing my attention on the script's words. It was the first scene.
It might be beneficial to take a close look at this.
“You’ve got fire in you… I like it.”
Oh, please. I could see where this was going. Did he think I wouldn't notice how his voice changed to add a sensual undertone to the conversation?
“Thank you… now please leave before I vomit all over your fifty cent boots.”
I wanted him out of my trailer so I could breathe normally again. He was staring at me like a hawk, and it was getting annoying and uncomfortable.
Cliff scoffed.
“Alright… I’ll leave you alone honey.”
My heart skipped a beat when I heard the pet name.
He turned and walked towards the door, his steps rattling the trailer slightly everytime his foot came into contact with the ground.
I let out a heavy sigh as he closed the door behind him, my chest collapsing with relief.
I lowered myself to the ground and began rummaging through the papers to compile the first scene. I was successful in organizing the papers into their respective scenes.
I read the first scene several times, making sure I knew every line from beginning to end. I even spoke aloud, rehearsing what I would say and how I would approach the dialogue in the most natural way.
I'd done enough research on David to know that he prefers to be free most of the time, which is why his films are so iconic. He believes in his actors and allows them to do almost anything they want while saying their lines as long as it appears natural.
So, it was my responsibility to put together a rough idea of my staging.
I couldn't help but look over to the bar scene to see what I was in for. I read it once, twice, and three times. I couldn't stop myself from skimming over the words.
I was in for a wild ride. This scene was completely wild.
A loud slam on my door startled me out of my daze.
“We’re filming now! Get on set!”
“I’ll be right out!”
I assumed we'd start the day with the first scene because I hadn't received any information to the contrary.
I took a few moments to myself. Before exhaling, I took a deep breath and stretched my arms above my head.
“Okay… let’s do this.”
As I approached the set, I noticed that the props and locations appeared to correspond with the first scene.
Thank God.
“Alright… First scene… get ready you guys.”
David addressed us from behind the camera, which was pointed directly at the set. I lowered my gaze, smoothing the wrinkles in my costume. Fortunately, I had not completely ruined the dress with sweat.
Cliff was dressed in the same outfit as before.
Was that his costume?
I suppose it did fit the character.
In a sense, the character reflected his own personality.
“Alright you guys… you know I’m a fan of improv so just do whatever the hell you feel like… just keep the lines the same… don’t leave anything out.”
David was a big fan of small groups as well. He didn't hire anyone unless he absolutely needed to. As a result, he was the sole operator of the camera.
He was truly iconic. This method of execution should not work... but David manages to make everything work despite the odds.
Cliff was prepared, standing in place, waiting for his chance to shine.
“Places…”
“Oh… right!”
I exclaimed, completely absorbed in my own thoughts. I walked onto the set, taking a random position and re-enacting the blocking I'd imagined in my head.
Only now would I have to work off of Cliff, making the job even more difficult.
I’ll be alright.
I can do this.
The first scene went very smoothly, we only needed one take to get it perfect.
“You guys are on fire! Alright, how about the club scene?!”
The club scene?
However, we were in the middle of the desert, where our characters were supposed to meet for the first time. It was extremely unlikely, but I had faith in David. When it comes to romance films, the more absurd, the better. People are drawn to a plot that they have never heard of before.
Besides, the entire point of this film was to be unlikely, almost impossible. A film in which critics will make ridiculous assumptions about hidden metaphors decades later.
“How are we gonna do the club scene when we’re in the middle of the desert, boss?”
Cliff was thinking the same thing as me.
David bit his bottom lip and gazed at the ground, thinking. He was a bit short-sighted for a theatrical genius at times.
“Well… let’s just do the post club scene shall we?... Cliff’s character is supposed to be broke despite how he presents himself… So using one of the trailers will suffice.”
Oh God… the post club scene meaning the scene where it is heavily hinted at that we-
“Sure… I’m good with that.”
Of course Cliff didn’t mind… he got to kiss a girl old enough to be his daughter.
“Y/N?”
David turned his eyes to me, as if he needed confirmation that everything was fine on my end.
I flushed bright red.
“Oh… yeah, sure… that’s fine… but, um… I didn’t really get a chance to look over my lines for that scene… and I-I think I need a different costume.”
David nodded.
“You’re right… let’s wait for an hour or so, so the sun can fully set… and so you guys can prepare.”
“Sure! Sounds great!”
I agreed a little too enthusiastically before hastening my way to my trailer. I had no doubt they'd be very suspicious of my rushed manor.
The trust was, I had gone over that scene twenty times before. I knew all of the lines backwards and forwards. I had spent time thinking about how much I would despise having to kiss him and pretend to be deeply in love with him.
That’s why I was blushing… because I was nervous… and I hated him.
I changed my outfit and did my own makeup.
Makeup and costume people were another thing David considered pointless. He was always saying how he preferred the actors to choose their own costumes based on what they thought was best, and to do their own makeup. He wanted his characters to be real people, people who were probably not great at clothing design or elaborate makeup techniques.
Fortunately, he offered to pay me more since I was basically doing all the work myself.
I must have done my makeup ten times to avoid having to think about the impending doom that was coming much sooner than expected. In the little mirror hanging on the wall of my trailer, I put it on, then took it off, then put it on again, then fixed every single minor error before taking it completely off.
As the sun began to set, I could see the light fading from my trailer and feel the sudden unease that struck me every time my mind wandered.
I swiped the eyeliner against my skin.
“Fuck.”
I muttered under my breath as I erased it all away with a wipe.
I should probably put it on for good, as filming time is quickly approaching.
I was about to apply my final stroke of eyeshadow when I heard a knock on the door and a voice telling me to come outside. I finished quickly, taking a deep breath, hoping for calm rather than preparation.
When I stepped outside, I felt naked and exposed in front of two fully grown men. Unfortunately, the short red dress I chose left little room for the imagination.
“Alright… I think we’d better use Cliff’s trailer since I’m sure it’s a mess.”
Dave and Cliff both laughed at David's terrible joke. I remained silent, only offering a small smile to indicate that I was listening.
I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about how much this was going to suck, at least for me anyway.
I thought of how much it would suck to have Cliff feeling me up and pretending I enjoyed it.
Because I’d definitely hate it.
I’d hate how his rough hands would feel against my soft skin.
Ew. I don’t like that I had that thought.
The scene was… a big mess of emotions. I wasn’t sure what exactly I should feel at any given moment. My entire mine was plagued with scattered thoughts that would lead to unintentional and completely ludicrous places.
By the time it was completely over, my face was flushed bright red and my heart was beating out of my chest.
I slammed my trailer door shut, heaving breaths of anxiety.
Oh God… that was too much.
The way he was touching me… I wanted to hate it so bad. I hated myself for allowing myself to enjoy it.
The worst part of it was… we needed more than one take.
Which meant I had to feel him touching me in every place the sun touched. I had to feel his lips against mine and try to pretend I was seconds away from moaning into his mouth while David stood behind a camera and recorded us.
God I wish we could just do those things in private.
No, no I don’t. What am I talking about?! I definitely don’t want that.
He was in my trailer, standing in the frame while I was busy agonizing over my thoughts. I didn’t notice him at first.
“Oh! Um… I’m sorry I didn’t see you there…”
I swallowed my anxiety, my gaze fixed on the ground below me as my insides shook violently, plaguing me with heavy waves of unease.
He knew what I was thinking.
He knew exactly what I was thinking.
How could he not?
“I’m just gonna cut to the chase because I think you know what all of this is about.”
I did.
I knew exactly what all of this was about.
I knew exactly where this was going.
And I couldn’t help but grow wet at the mere thought of where this night would undoubtedly lead.
“You were gettin’ antsy in that last scene.”
He placed a curled finger under my chin, forcing my head upwards to meet his gaze.
“Waddya have to say about that?”
I gulped.
“I don’t know.”
“I think you do know…”
“I…”
I sounded pitiful. Cliff was obviously a man who knew exactly what he wanted, so I expected him to become frustrated and antsy. Instead, he seemed amused, finding my discomfort humorous.
He scoffed.
“Alright honey…”
My lower abdomen fluttered at the pet name.
“Since you don’t wanna talk I guess I’ll have to work it outta ya.”
His voice dropped to just barely above a sensual whisper, his newfound tone making my stomach flip upside down.
He smashed my lips into mine without hesitation, pushing me backwards with extreme force until my knees smacked against the couch, knocking me into a sitting position until I was eye level with his large belt buckle.
His hand caressed my jaw, tilting it upwards to meet his crushing gaze.
Cliff’s calloused fingertips grazed sensually against my lips, raising goosebumps along my spine. He took his time, ensuring I was aching by the time he was done getting under my skin.
“God you’re beautiful…”
He mumbled almost incoherently.
“You wanna suck my cock babygirl?… you want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?”
I swallowed, my throat becoming constricted with fear.
I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache in my core.
“Speak up honey… otherwise I’ll leave while you’re aching.”
I took a shaky breath, reaching up with trembling hands to undo his belt.
Cliff dropped his hand to the side, releasing his tender grip on my jaw.
The metal buckle continued to slip from my shaky hands. My nerves transformed the simple task into a nearly impossible process.
“Don’t be nervous…”
My cheeks flushed red as I tried to keep my eyes on the rusty golden buckle so I didn’t become intimidated.
“Hey. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
He demanded, his voice becoming firm yet keeping the mumbling tone.
I gathered my courage, trialing my eyes upwards to glance at him through my lashes.
“Don’t be nervous… after I fill you pretty mouth with my thick cock I’ll make you cum so hard your whole body will be begging me for more.”
I clenched my jaw, tearing my eyes away from him to fully undo his belt and slip it through the loops with a loud whoosh.
I felt his large cock growing hard through his jeans as my hands gently grazed over his clothed erection. My mouth watered as I unbuttoned his pants and dragged the denim down his muscular thick thighs.
I palmed him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a low moan from the back of Cliff’s throat as he threw his head backwards and exposed his adams apple.
His hands found their place on my scalp, tangling his fingers into my locks.
“Put my fucking cock in your mouth before I make you regret it…”
His grip tightened in my hair, pulling the strands from my scalp. I couldn’t help but groan at the pain, pushing the noises down into the pit of my stomach.
“No teasing.”
He demanded, his voice now breathy and thick with anticipation.
“Okay…”
I murmured timidly, swallowing my nerves as I hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles.
I was eye level with his cock, which was incredibly thick and unmistakingly the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen in my entire life.
Which wasn’t saying much, as I wasn’t the most experienced person on set.
The aching in my cunt grew when I was able to fully take in his glorious cock, and began thinking of how it would feel inside of me, fantastically stretching my walls.
My face was burning hot with desire as I tenderly grasped his length, giving it a few gentle pumps.
Cliff sighed deeply, loosening his grip on my hair once he realized I would gladly take control.
“You’re beautiful Cliff…”
I wasn’t sure what I should say now that I was so close to having his cock inside of me, but I figured he’d appreciate a gentle compliment.
Cliff scoffed.
“Thank you honey… you’re not too bad yourself.”
His line was painfully cliche, but I didn’t mind. This situation was making me far too aroused to care about a cliche.
I took his cock into my mouth, immediately thrusting it towards the back of my throat with eagerness.
Cliff groaned and moaned as I bobbed my head along his length, the pleasure filled sounds adding to the pooling wetness in my damp panties.
His grip tightened, not in frustration, but in the sheer pleasure of my warm mouth bobbing along his veiny cock.
“Fuck… you’re such a good girl.”
He gasped in between strangled moans.
I was already a mess and he had hardly touched me. My heart was pounding. My face was flushed bright red. My panties were soaking wet and my cunt was aching to the point of pain.
I was antsy, antsy to feel him throbbing inside of me.
Cliff threw his head downwards, his eyes boring into my skull as his strong grip assisted me in bobbing my head along him.
His tip was hitting the back of my throat. I almost gagged as he began to buck his hips into my mouth.
Tears of pleasure were forming at the corners of my eyes, and a few escaped my eyelids and began to roll down my cheeks.
I glanced up at him through my thick lashes, his crushing stare making my heart flutter with anticipation.
His lips were wet with saliva, his teeth clenched, the muscles on his jaw protruding from the sides of his cheeks.
It filled me with pride to know I had such a profound effect on him. I wrapped my hands around his muscular thighs to steady myself as I began to take his cock with my urgency.
“Oh my… fuck… you’re such a slut for me.”
Cliff's hips were thrusting aggressively into my mouth, the tip of my nose brushing against his happy trail.
“You’re gonna make me cum so hard honey… I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy around my throbbing cock.”
His length began to twitch in my mouth, the salty taste of precum lingering on my tongue.
With a few more thrusts, Cliff was falling over the edge into the realm of pleasure. His chest collapsed as he unloaded his cum into the back of my throat, his grip on my hair suddenly loosening as he reached his high.
I bobbed my head twice more along his dick to help him ride out his orgasm before removing my mouth with a pop.
Cliff was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with gasps as he came down to earth after an intense orgasm.
He dropped his hand to his side, relaxing his body as we both mentally prepared ourselves for what was yet to come.
“You ready for me honey?”
He asked, a big stupid smile plastered on his smug face.
I gulped, resting my hands in my lap as I nodded my head meekly.
Cliff brought his hands to the front of his shirt, glancing down at the buttons as he began to undo them.
With every button, he exposed his chiseled body, glistening with sweat.
Cliff dropped the fabric to the floor with a soft thud, now fully naked and exposed in front of my inexperienced eyes. Being fully clothed in front of him added an additional layer of anticipation to the situation.
“Stand… let me undress you.”
He commanded, and I followed his orders, standing on my shaky knees.
Cliff glued his eyes to my chest, grazing his fingertips sensually over my collarbone, raising goosebumps on my skin.
He moved his hand to my shoulder, pushing my spaghetti strap down until it hung limply. He did the same with the other side until my dress was hanging loosely on my body.
I stared at the floor as Cliff grasped onto the deep neckline of my dress, pulling it down until I was dressed only in my underwear. The cool breeze hardened my nipples.
I gasped as Cliff connected his warm mouth with the sensitive skin on my neck, raising my hands to gently rest on top of his shoulders.
He kissed and nipped on my skin. He grasped my hips and tugged my forward until our bodies were pressed flush together. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his perfect body.
Cliff kicked off his shoes, pushing me backward as an indication that it was time for me to lay down.
I followed his instruction, finding a comfortable place on my stiff couch as he settled in between my legs, hovering over me, his lips moving expertly against my neck.
I tangled my hands in his hair, squeezing my eyes shut and dropped my jaw as his lips hit every single sweet spot on my neck and collarbone.
“Cliff… please… I need you.”
Cliff smirked against my skin.
“Beg for it… I wanna hear you beg for my cock.”
He murmured against the crook of my neck, his body pressed firmly into mine, his cock so close to my aching cunt.
“Please Cliff… I need you to fuck me.”
“Keep going…”
I gasped as he bit a patch of sensitive skin on my collarbone.
“Please Cliff… my pussy is aching so bad for you… I need you to fill me up… I need your cock throbbing inside of me.”
I begged hard, not caring about how utterly pitiful I sounded.
“Alright honey… I’ll give you what you want.”
He lined himself up with my entrance, pushing himself inside of me and stretching my walls to the max.
I moaned loudly, grasping onto his hair for leverage.
He began pounding into me, hardly giving me any time to adjust to his thick girth.
He snapped his hips forward, his pelvis smashing into mine as he thrusted mercilessly into my aching cunt.
“Fuck Y/N… you feel so fucking good… you’re so wet.”
Cliff’s voice was just as fucked out as mine. Either he was truly breathless, or he knew how much his strained gasps drove me crazy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a complete new angle to attack my cunt.
Tears of pleasure began to return to my eyes as his thick tip slammed against my g spot with every eager thrust.
Cliff removed his face from the crook of my neck to stare into my fucked out face. He was taking in every single feature and relishing in the fact that he was completely ruining me.
“Oh God you’re such a fucking slut for me… I love it…”
I furrowed my eyebrows as I became so incredibly close to the edge.
“Cliff… I’m gonna cum.”
I was crying tears of pleasure as his girth continued to slam into my g spot.
“Look at me honey… I wanna watch your face as you cum all over my cock.”
I held eye contact as his last few thrusts made me topple over the edge, unleashing my orgasm with a strained moan.
It hit me like a freight train, knocking the breath out of me as my lungs collapsed with glorious pleasure.
Cliff followed shortly after, our combined juices dripping onto the couch below as he gave a few more thrusts to help both of us ride out our orgasms.
We maintained eye contact until we both of our hearts had begun to beat normally once more.
I felt… good, fulfilled, happy. That was the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life. I was on cloud nine.
Cliff pulled out of me, a strand of cum attaching my body to his.
He crawled downwards until he was in between my legs, burying his face in between my thighs as he lapped up our combined juices.
I sighed with post orgasm pleasure as I allowed Cliff’s expert mouth to clean me up.
He climbed off the couch when he was satisfied with his work, immediately beginning to redress.
I stared at the ceiling, a stupidly big smile on my face as I allowed myself to live throguh the previous events of this glorious night once more.
“I’ll see you tomorrow honey… maybe we can do this again?”
I tilted my head to the side, my cheek pressing against the scratchy fabric of the couch.
“Definitely…”
We both chuckled before Cliff bid me an adieu, making his way back to his trailer as quietly as possible to avoid suspicion.
Who knew Cliff Booth was a man sent by the gods? A Hollywood hunk, a James Bond, a womanizer.
He was everything perfect wrapped into one.
Except he wasn’t James Bond, he was Cliff Booth.
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we are not our demons (6/24) - bruce wayne x batmom
Author’s note: For Vicki Vale's character, I used the comic version of her who has red hair. I was a bit reluctant about using her as a character because I don't really like her and how she was depicted in Batman (1989), lol. But I needed a Gothamite reporter who was a bit more familiar. [Read more at the end.]
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Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound
Buzzcut season like you’re still around
Can’t unmiss you and I need you now
-i’m so tired… by Lauv & Troye Sivan-
“I’m sorry, Miss Vale, but my private life is called private for a reason.”
A jolt ran through her body when Bruce’s distinctive voice filled the other room. It felt like hearing a ghost. Ellie’s heart jumped wildly in her chest from the unexpected noise. Almost absentmindedly, her eyes caught the brown liquid she had spilled on the table.
She hissed under her breath when the heat stung her fingertips. “Damn it.” Ellie placed the cup of coffee back on the hard surface and shook her hand to get rid of the twinging ache before taking the mug in the hand still intact.
The warmth of the morning brew gave off a distracting sensation on the palms of her hands. Clasping the cup safely in her hands, she slowly padded on naked feet into the living-room, with her wet hair falling in tendrils to her shoulders from her morning shower.
Feeling her towel droop from her chest, Ellie anxiously readjusted the fabric covering her up before fixating her stare on the screen.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It seemed that Bruce finally succumbed and delivered the first video proof that he was indeed alive by agreeing to a TV interview.
Vicki Vale tilted her head curiously. Her long, straight ginger hair fell over her shoulder. “Of course. That’s perfectly understandable, Bruce—may I call you Bruce?”
Narrowing his eyes by an inch, Bruce’s whole aura changed as his body stilled. His whole demeanor felt so surreal to Ellie. Displaying the typical smirk usually reserved for the media, Bruce curved his lips, blinking slowly.
“Mr. Wayne is fine, Miss Vale.”
Vicki’s body shook with amused chuckles, not seeming to take offense to this declaration. Her blue eyes wandered to her notepad.
“Anyway,” Vicki’s eyes sparked with mischief, “Mr. Wayne, would you care to reveal if there are any new upcoming projects Wayne Enterprises is pursuing? Or even some joint venture with another company? I seem to remember your firm’s successful endeavor with Booster Gold International in the past.”
Bruce’s hands stretched on his lap before he folded them together. Ellie nibbled on her lower lip as soon as his dexterous fingers caught her eye. She felt the heat rise in her body from the memories hitting her all at once.
How his calloused hands had slid over her hips in his quest to explore her body. Ellie’s fingers brushed over her overheated neck when his knuckles came into view and how he used those strong digits to lightly thwack her⎼
“That’s true.”
Ellie swallowed thickly when Bruce’s voice yanked her out of her carnal musings.
“Booster Gold and I both share our interests in creating technology to improve our society.” A one-sided smirk tugged on his lips. “But I’m sorry to disappoint—the answer is no. Trust me, I know how much the people of Gotham love those partner projects. At the moment, I am working on a secret undertaking—more of a passion project—which will hopefully offer support to a lot of people. It’s not that news-worthy, to be honest.”
Vicki smiled, despite the vague news Bruce just delivered. “Well, I, for one, can’t wait to find out what you have planned. Now, onto the next question: did you have the chance to see Oliver Queen’s latest interview?”
Bruce raised an eyebrow in amusement. “No. I hate to admit it, but I do not follow every billionaire, in spite of everyone seeming to think we’re all best friends.”
The redhead pursed her lips as she tried to wrap her head around that tidbit of information. “Wait, you’re saying that you aren’t aware of what he told the press this morning?”
Bruce narrowed his eyes suspiciously, letting his hand rub his mouth. “Something tells me I’m not going to like it, whatever it is,” he grumbled with his gravelly voice. Ellie took a swig of coffee to quench her sudden thirst.
Vicki’s eyes sharpened as she focused on something just out of frame behind the camera. “Joey, can we roll that clip?” She twirled a finger in the air and an unfamiliar video footage filled the entire screen.
Ellie folded her arms, tilting her head with a knitted brow.
The words ‘Oliver Queen breaks silence’ and ‘For the third time in six years, Oliver Queen has been accused of being a vigilante’ were highlighted on the lower half of the display.
There was something about the concept of billionaires that would remain an unreachable enigma. Just like Bruce.
Ellie could detect the emblem of the news station 'Gotham City News' in the right corner of the screen while Oliver remained the main focus. The high quality of the video revealed Oliver holding the organized press statement in some conference room.
Queen’s vaguely familiar scruffy face met the reporters head-on.
“Okay, first things first: I’m not the Green Arrow,” Queen said, leaning forward against the podium which held several microphones, effectively cutting off the onslaught of questions from all sides.
Queen offered his infamous playboy smile. Despite the onslaught of cameras flashing, Oliver’s expression remained composed, added with the suit and tie being perfectly in place.
“Number two: photos can be doctored. They could’ve put anyone’s head on that body. Like…” The foyer of his company filled with a sudden silence as he paused, the reporters all round him waiting expectantly, before—“Bruce Wayne. Has Bruce Wayne left Gotham to hang out in Star City recently?” His blue-eyed gaze turned to a few reporters on his left.
“No, he hasn’t. Not to mention, that concept of being accused as a vigilante is just ridiculous to me. I mean, you wouldn’t ask Bruce Wayne if he’s Batman, right?”
Ellie’s mouth opened in shock and felt her hand tense near her head. Oliver Queen totally just did that. Her mind was still reeling from what she had just witnessed. Judging by Oliver’s vehement denial and insistence to condemn Bruce, Ellie was convinced that the businessman was in fact the Green Arrow. Who… apparently knew Batman’s identity.
And he’d just unveiled him to the world.
“Oh shit,” Ellie whispered quietly to herself.
Did they feel some sort of loathing for each other? Why did Oliver just decide to name-drop him out of the blue?
They cut back to Bruce and Vicki, with the camera focusing on the man’s reaction. Any other person might have missed it, but Ellie could have sworn Bruce’s eyes darkened.
Then his public persona took over and he was all smirks and charm again. “Are you asking if I’m Batman?” An amused smile made his lips quirk.
With a few chuckles leaving her lips, Vicki shook her head. “No, of course not. Just wondering why Mr. Queen chose to use your name as an example.” Her eyes sparkled, but there was something cold hidden underneath those perfect lashes.
“Miss Vale, I have stopped trying to understand why Oliver Queen does anything since he tried to make a Viking funeral out of my bed back in boarding school. Don’t presume there’s any bad blood between Ollie and me. Ollie’s just Ollie. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that he changed the subject quite admirably.”
Bruce would be really amazing at poker, Ellie thought, as he sent a bemused smirk at Vicki without revealing his true feelings. “And no, I’m not Batman, Miss Vale,” he said, looking directly into the camera.
Ellie blew the air through her mouth and rubbed her hands on her yoga pants. For their get-together, she’d chosen to wear simple, casual clothes, including a soft burgundy long-sleeve t-shirt to complete the impression of a serene night. Her fingers hovered over her face as a reflex before she remembered she wasn’t wearing her glasses. No matter, her fidgety nature couldn’t be helped now.
With slow steps, she inched closer to the door, feeling her heart beat wildly in her chest, before looking through the peephole.
Just as she had expected, the hazel-brown eyes of Bruce roamed the hallway, giving her the opportunity to watch his side profile. His hair had a few more gray strands at the sides and was slightly tousled, giving him a casual look. Not to mention he was wearing a black Henley and jeans and not his usual business look.
“You want to let me in, or not?”
His teasing words breached the closed door and shook her out of her stupor. Ellie cleared her throat. “Yes, sure. Wait a second.”
She struggled with her lock at the door jamb until she could finally wrestle the door open. Seeing him again after all this time unsettled her. Ellie knew that it was just yesterday when she encountered him, yet it still felt like ages ago. Like seeing him for the first time and getting the breath knocked out of her chest all over again, just from him standing so close to her.
Ellie opened the door further, leaning against the hard edge.
“Hey,” Bruce whispered as he slightly ducked his head. He gazed into her eyes through his eyelashes before stepping into her apartment.
Ellie was glancing over her shoulder at him after he entered her home. “Hey, Bruce,” she breathed. The door slid shut behind her.
He in turn had his hands in his pockets as he assessed his surroundings.
Ellie snorted, prompting him to turn in surprise. “There’s a fire escape, just so you know,” she said, “just in case, this conversation is enticing you to jump out the window after all.”
Bruce chuckled with her before his gaze flicked toward the exit. “Good to know.”
“Oh!” Ellie stuck her finger in the air when she remembered and rushed into the kitchen.
“What’s wrong?” Bruce called from the living room.
“It’s nothing. I just made something to eat,” Ellie said with a raised voice, hoping that her words would reach him while filling the thick risotto in two bowls.
“You didn’t have to. You could have told me, and I would have taken a wine bottle from the cellar.”
Ellie chuckled low, carrying the food into the living room. “Oh please, and risk Alfred’s disgruntled mutterings about taking all the vintage tastes away?”
Bruce tilted his head with narrowed eyes. “That’s a really uncanny impersonation.”
“Thank you. Besides,” Ellie strode back into the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a red wine bottle. “I got wine,” she said, waving the empty glasses with a flourish.
“Well, you’re definitely prepared,” Bruce mentioned with a rumbling noise, taking notice of the already opened bottle.
Ellie glanced at everything through Bruce’s eyes and pursed her lips with heat blossoming in her cheeks. A self-deprecating chuckle left her lips as she explained, “I swear, I’m not trying to get you drunk. I just thought…” Ellie helplessly shrugged her shoulders, but her worries were soon appeased when Bruce’s warm hand lingered on her arm soothingly.
“It’s okay. I get it.”
Ellie cleared her throat. “Take a seat,” she said, taking one herself and waving a hand towards the couch cushion beside her.
He did just that, stapling his hands in front of himself while he leaned forward with his upper body.
“Let me.” Bruce took the bottle and poured the Pinot Noir into two glasses. “So, what did you make?”
“Mushroom Risotto.”
Bruce raised his eyebrows, his wine glass ceasing near his lips before he took a sip. “That’s not a small snack you just prepare.”
Ellie shrugged. “What can I say? I wanted to try it out sometime.” She offered Bruce a spoon while taking a bite of her own.
Ellie used the opportunity to let the taste distract her from this loaded energy and how close Bruce was sitting next to her. His heat felt invigorating to her senses and made her mind feel all hazy simultaneously. Ellie’s skin was on fire from their sheer proximity, and she could only wiggle in her seat.
After humming to himself, Bruce nodded. “It’s pretty good.”
“Thanks. I stuck to the recipe. You know, for someone who lets his butler prepare all of his meals, you have a lot more cooking insight than I would’ve expected. It’s astounding.”
Bruce arched an ironic eyebrow. “Not all of my meals,” he protested. “Besides, when you grow up rich and under Alfred’s guidance, you tend to pick up a few things along the way.”
Ellie felt herself chuckle at his confession. At least Bruce could admit the rich privilege and make jokes about it. It almost felt normal again, to be with him. Like the old days. Then Bruce’s eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips.
Ellie leaned forward and touched his upper thigh in comfort. Knitting her eyebrows together, she felt a spark of concern when she asked, “What’s wrong, Bruce?” She took a sip of her wine.
His hazel-brown eyes met his lap and a fond smile played on his lips. Like a distant memory. “It was actually my mother who taught me that,” he said gruffly.
“You never talk about them.” Ellie’s words sounded pointless to even utter out loud. And almost unnecessary to state who ‘them’ were. After glancing down, a jolt raced through her body and Ellie reminded herself to let go, and she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear instead.
Bruce folded his hands tightly. “I rarely think about them,” he said. His upper body slumped forward until a wayward curl fell into his forehead.
That single strand did things to her, rendering her immobile. Her fingers tingled with the compulsion to stroke it back, press her lips against that brow-creased forehead—she cut herself off, letting her hair fall like a curtain over her eyes. Taking away his allure from her sight all at once.
A barely visible smile hid in the corners of his mouth. “I can’t believe I’d nearly forgotten that memory.”
Curiosity etched itself into her features as she leaned forward on the couch. She whispered her next words carefully, afraid of breaking their fragile connection. “What do you remember?”
“I barely remember anything about her.” Deep aching longing echoed from that statement. “It’s funny how that was one of the few memories I still have of her. Mom just showed me how to do the perfect Eggs Benedict. I mean, I doubt I was much help, but…”
Surprised chuckles left Ellie’s mouth. “I’m sure she still appreciated your interest in learning something new.”
Bruce’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “Nah, during that time, my interests lay firmly with researching the Wayne family history.”
Her eyebrows arched at this small reveal of Bruce as a kid. “How come I’m not surprised by that? Who knew that you were a little geek even then?”
Bruce sent her a blank expression with the tilt of his head. “Says you.”
“Hey, easy there, buster!” She pointed at Bruce in faux accusation, her other three fingers still gripping the stem of her wine glass. “I meant it as a compliment.”
A playful smile spread across his lips before he took a hearty gulp of his drink. Ellie couldn’t help but keep her gaze fixed on the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Like it was some sort of fascinating display of masculinity she just couldn’t ignore.
His eyes wandered to her right hand, and Ellie’s muscles tightened in her stomach when she noticed the purple bruises around her wrist.
An unspoken question shone in Bruce’s eyes which prompted Ellie to soothe his worries before he decided to get all growly on her. “Oh, that’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about me, Bruce.”
His eyes darkened and, sure enough, when he next spoke, Bruce’s voice was almost an octave lower. “Did someone hurt you?”
Of course, he would make that assumption—with those finger-shaped contusions. “Bruce. Look at me. Listen to my words. I’m fine. No one jumped me in an alley or anything. So, you can drop any additional threats you have that may or may not be aimed towards the criminals of Gotham.”
Bruce pursed his lips like he was still not satisfied with her answer but dropped it. “Okay, fine.”
“So… uh,” Ellie bit on her lower lip, “are we going to address the bat-shaped elephant in the room?” There was a part of her that just couldn’t stand this small-talk and beating around the bush any longer. Needing something for her hands to do, she lifted the wine glass to her mouth.
The sudden reminder of Bruce’s reason for being here hit them out of nowhere. He clenched his jaw and tightened his hands into fists on his knees. Now that he was here, Ellie had no idea how to start. Prior to their second reunion, she hadn’t been able to help but let possible conversation scenarios ring through her head.
Despite the resigned expression on Bruce’s face, he answered, “And here I was hoping we could avoid that for a few more minutes. I’m sorry about what happened. That I lied to you.”
The glass lingered at Ellie’s lips. If she was being honest with herself, she hadn’t expected an actual apology from him. If anything, Bruce didn’t seem the kind of guy who would ever utter the words ‘I’m sorry’ to anyone.
“Wow,” she said. “That’s—I didn’t actually think you were going to apologize.” Ellie shook her head, Strange’s face, Bruce’s face, half hidden by shadows and Damian’s pain, flashing across her mind in a sequence. “It’s not your fault for what happened. I just never wanted Damian to get hurt.”
A perplexed expression crossed his face and Bruce snorted. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you have a soft spot for him.”
Ellie turned towards him as a curious sensation grew inside her. “How’s he been?”
Bruce arched his eyebrows with uncertainty and exhaled a heavy breath. “Damian’s been like… Damian. Maybe a bit more impatient than usual.”
“Listen, I understand why you didn’t tell me. But I want you to know that I would never reveal your secret to anyone. You wanted to be certain you could trust me. Maybe I was more hurt that you didn’t.”
Bruce pinched his brows. “I never wanted you to feel that way. Believe me, it wasn’t like that. I was afraid of how you would react.” A bittersweet smile played on his lips. “I’d like to believe I would’ve confided in you eventually.”
Bruce rubbed his fingers together when another thought crossed his mind. “Or you might have discovered the Batcave all on your own, and I’d have found myself explaining everything myself later on.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “Why? Is security that lax at your place?”
He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “No, Alfred would’ve just shown you the entrance.”
Ellie tilted her head to one side. “Well, he kind of did, so…”
“So.” Bruce paused. “Everything okay between us?”
Slowly nodding her head, Ellie decided she felt too tired to continue holding a grudge. Her body could only contain so much bitterness. With a small smile on her face she assured him, “We’re good. So, I don’t know how to phrase this because I don’t know if I have the right to even ask, but…”
His eyebrows pinched with confusion. Perhaps a part of him was concerned she would ask him to stop this vigilante business.
As if Ellie would ever harbor such thoughts.
“What do you want to know?”
Ellie’s mouth opened before she finally uttered out loud the second reason for Bruce’s presence.
“I was wondering if it’d be okay to come over from time to time. For the boys. I know I sort of forfeited those privileges when I broke up with you, but—”
“Of course.”
A long breath whooshed out of her like a deflated balloon at Bruce’s rapid-fire response. “Really?” Ellie cocked her head to the side in surprise, her eyes widening involuntarily as the relief really hit her.
“I just don’t want to waste any more time being away from them. I miss those guys. I know it’s a weird thing to ask for.”
Bruce let out a deep chuckle. “It’s only weird that you’d willingly want to spend time with Damian.”
“You keep on complaining about your own flesh and blood, but my instinct tells me that a small part of you at least likes your son. You’re more similar than you know.”
One corner of Bruce’s lips twitched in humor. He lifted his hand in the air and pressed his thumb and index finger close together without them brushing. “Well. Maybe a very small part.”
Ellie shook her head and found herself gazing at Bruce’s sparkling eyes. Electricity danced between them and heated her up even though her body felt like it was already burning up. Chills raced up and down her arms despite the comfortable warmth in her apartment.
A vibrating sound coming from the front pocket of his pants jolted her from her thoughts and made her lean back against the couch cushions.
“Dammit. Just a second,” Bruce grunted as he pulled his phone out of his trousers.
Ellie felt the sensation of the leather couch at her neck and just waved a hand to give him the chance to pick up the call. Her lazy hand brought the glass of wine to her mouth and let the smooth and sweet liquid sink to her stomach like warm molasses.
Bruce’s long legs were next to her when he stood up and took a short glance at the display. “What now?” He muttered to himself with an annoyed voice.
He held his phone to his ear after accepting the call. “Something the matter, Queen?” he muttered sardonically. Bruce comically narrowed his eyes, his lips pursing.
Despite the low speaker function, a low angry voice filled the living room. “What do you mean by ‘what’s the matter’? How about you and your little stunt this morning, that’s what?”
Bruce’s furrowed brow revealed the agitation he was feeling. “Huh, that’s fascinating. Since you basically insinuated that I was Batman to the world!”
“Jesus, I only changed the subject by implying it.”
“Uh-huh, I merely sent you back the courtesy you had given me. Especially when you didn’t even give me a heads-up. You blindsided me with your little stunt. If you’d just told me, my PR team could have given it their own spin. But this?”
“I couldn’t control that the pictures got leaked the night before. God, you just had to make everything worse with your interview, didn’t you?”
Bruce turned around until he was facing Ellie again. For her sake, he rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m so sorry, Queen. Was it my fault that you got caught on fucking camera while wearing your Robin Hood costume? No, I don’t think so. To be honest, I can’t recall ever being implied to be the Batman or even to have incriminating footage against me. Makes me believe you’re doing something wrong in Star City. Being accused three times? That’s harsh.”
Oliver’s guttural voice increased in volume. “I can’t believe you. You undid everything I tried to save in one press statement.”
“You’re welcome,” Bruce muttered before hanging up.
A teasing smile played on Ellie’s lips, and she could totally understand the source of Bruce’s anger.
Bruce tilted his head, a tired expression taking over his face. “I swear, that guy…”
Ellie arched a daring eyebrow. “Did you just out Oliver Queen in front of me?”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “Oh please, Rhodes, give me some credit. You’ve known his alter ego since this morning. Queen wasn’t even subtle about it.”
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A/N: I had to add more details to that Arrow scene from Season 6 (when I was still watching that show before I couldn't take it and thankfully didn't see that series getting worse) to make it more obvious that Oliver totally insinuated Bruce was Batman, lol.
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Writing has taken longer than expected, per usual. 🫠 I’ve decided to start posting my newest story here—Winston’s first day at the firehouse. It imagines what happened right before Winston arrived at the firehouse, and his first introductions to the rest of the team. So think of it as a complement to those parts of Ghostbusters (1984).
Chapter 1: You’re Hired
“If there’s a steady paycheck in it, I’ll believe anything you say.”
It wasn’t completely true. But Winston Zeddemore didn’t want to admit that he was genuinely intrigued by the idea of a ghost busting business. At least, he didn’t want to admit it right away. Better to sound purely professional and transactional, he told himself. A lifetime in the hustling, bustling Big Apple had taught him to keep his guard up. You never knew on first blush who was a conman and who was the real deal.
Winston had heard the buzz around the Ghostbusters. He’d seen the headlines in Time Magazine, The Atlantic, and even tabloids like the New York Post. Their faces were all over the news shows, too. Yet they were recruiting through a regular classified ad? He brought the newspaper to the interview to be sure that he hadn’t misread it. He still thought that the whole thing might be a scam.
He was pleasantly surprised when he met the team’s secretary. “Janine Melnitz,” said the nameplate on her desk, which sat beside a gold paperweight shaped like a whale. She didn’t seem like a scammer. If anything, she seemed disinterested. Or maybe exhausted? The phone was ringing non stop as he arrived; the only way that they could talk was for her to temporarily leave the receiver off the hook.
Winston explained why he was well suited for the job: he was disciplined and a team player, thanks to his years in the Army. He was a trained medic who knew how to deliver first aid—and more importantly, how to stay calm in hectic situations. He was good at problem solving and had physical endurance, thanks to his years working for his father’s construction company.
Janine took notes, but she said that her bosses would make the final hiring decision. The phone lit up when she put it back on the hook. She took a call while Winston tried to make himself comfortable in a quite uncomfortable chair. He felt like he was slouching, which he hated to do.
A large white car pulled into the firehouse garage. Winston had seen it on TV. The Ecto-something? It looked more beat up in person. Two men hopped out, cigarettes dangling from their lips as they chatted. They looked even more exhausted than Janine. Winston sat up straight and adjusted his blazer. It was definitely two of the guys whom he had seen in the Ghostbusters’ TV commercials.
“This is Winston Zeddemore, he’s here about the job,” Janine told them.
Winston stood up, figuring that he’d shake their hands before the interview began. He felt like he’d aced the pre-screening with Janine, but his heart was still racing.
“Beautiful, you’re hired. Ray Stantz,” one of the men said, pointing to himself. Then he motioned to the other man. “Pete Venkman.”
“Congratulations,” Peter said, shaking Winston’s hand.
“Can you help me please?” Ray said. He handed Winston two black boxes attached to cords. There was smoke coming from both of them. “Welcome aboard.”
The three men walked downstairs to a small room in the basement. Winston couldn’t quite believe what was happening. He’d spent all morning feeling like a ball of nerves before the interview–and he’d been hired on the spot! He was already getting on-the-job training…for a job that he knew very little about.
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The Mixer
Age Rating: 12+
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
AN: Sorry for taking so long guys I’ve been busy but I hope you enjoy this chapter and reviews are welcome. The GIF above is the outfit Amber is wearing to the mixer. This chapter shifts from first person POV to third.
Summary: Amber and Andrew reunite at the mixer where past information is revealed.
Words: 3486
The mirror in front of me doesn’t give me a clear view of the dress I choose for the night but that’s what I get for not finding an apartment in time for my new job. A month after my interview I opened an envelope informing me I was accepted into the surgical residency program at Grey Sloan. I was so excited that after Match Day I went straight to my room and danced to Little Mix’s Power while drinking a bottle of wine.
Now I’m in a three-star motel getting ready for a mixer the night before I officially start my surgical career. Grey Sloan has this party to officially welcome the interns and introduce them to their new colleagues and bosses, it’s an open bar so that’s a plus. Despite my excitement there’s something that’s still bothering me or should I say someone.
I was very surprised that I got accepted into Grey Sloan not because I was worried, I didn’t have the grades but because I was worried Alex would interfere. I feared that Alex would pull an evil stunt and get the chief to throw out my application just so he wouldn’t see me again. But I guess either the chief refused to do his bidding or he stayed out of it completely. The brother I had growing up wouldn’t do something so terrible to me but it’s been 13 years since I’ve had that brother and I’m not interested in finding out how much he’s changed since then.
However, there is someone who’s making me excited about working at Grey Sloan, Andrew DeLuca. It’s been two months since that glorious and amusing night we had and I still can’t get him off my mind. It took everything in me not to Instagram stalk him so I don’t turn into those anti-feminist stalkers I see on the lifetime channel. I don’t know why I had to stop myself from doing that, I’m not normally this gaga over someone I slept with once.
I guess it’s because he actually engaged in conversation with me before taking me to his house…where his roommate was about to sleep with his sister causing a hilarious scene that makes me chuckle when I think about it. I would’ve backed out from there but hearing him speak Italian turned me on again and I decided to go for it. I wanted to give him my number the morning after but I decided to wait and see if I get the job then maybe I can give us a real chance. I’m hoping I run into him at this mixer and we can save the whole introduction and head straight to dinner like we said.
I put the black belt around my blue bustier dress and opt for just a gold bracelet to accessorize. My makeup is done especially pretty for tonight with my lips bright red, my eyeliner is made to make my eyes stand out and my hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders. I decide to use my best heels for business and comfort purposes. I grab my keys and head out for the intern mixer.
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The mixer was in the cafeteria, and it was filled with other interns I was gonna work with. The only attending was this trauma surgeon April Kepner so that was disappointing. I was hoping to meet Meredith Grey ever since I was in med school, she’s been my inspiration. She’s been my idol ever since she was able to 3d print models of organs in her second attending year. There are other’s at this hospital I want to meet but Grey is at the top of my list.
I stand by the bar observing the area and my future coworkers drinking my second glass of wine when I see a guy approaching me drinking a beer and giving me a smug grin as he looked at me up and down.
“Hey I’m Vik, Yale.” He holds his hand out to me which I take despite my disgust. Vik is attractive but he has a douchey vibe I’m all too familiar with.
“Amber, NYU.”
“So, uh are you enjoying the party?”
“Yeah, it’s great. Although I think they’re just placating us before the torture begins.” Vik chuckles, “Are you gonna be an intern?”
“Yeah surgery, what about you?”
“Same.” I sip my wine when Vik snorts amused, “What?”
“I mean I would’ve pegged you in OB or derma, no offense but you don’t look like the kind of girl who can handle cutting into people.”
I frown at his comment, “And what do you think I can handle based on your myopic point of view, do you even know what myopic means?” Vik looks offended at my comment when the guy I met the day of my interview Levi Schmitt approaches me with a grin.
“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me my name is Levi, we met our first day here.” I ignore his greeting as I am busy trying to one up this ass.
“Look I said I didn’t mean any offense by it.” He tries but fails to ameliorate.
“Oh well I am sorry I shouldn’t have taken your misogynistic comment personally.” I say sarcastically, “Oh I’m sorry again I should’ve known misogynistic isn’t in your vocab as well, do you need a dictionary?”
Levi looks at us confused, “Did I miss something?”
I turn to him, “Maybe you can answer this would you immediately assume I’m not cut out to be a surgeon like this jackhole?”
Vik raises an eyebrow, “Jackhole?”
Levi looks confused but complies, “Um I don’t know I would ask and just accept the answer.”
I smile at his answer, “Thank you, that’s a nice human being right there, you can take example. If you don’t think I can be a surgeon that’s your problem to mansplain but it’s the 21st century and girls like me can be surgeons”
Vik shrugs, “Surgery is hardcore.”
“I am hardcore.” I say with confidence.
Levi looks less confident but joins in, “Um s-so am I.”
“You two won’t last the first year.” Vik says smugly before walking away from us.
I sneer at his back before downing my glass entirely. I’ve handled guys like Vik my whole life even in med school, they all see me and think I’ll get my way through my looks. I’ve gotten straight A’s, volunteered at the clinic and graduated at the top of class but I guess even when I actually become a doctor I still have to deal with assholes like Vik. I go to the food table to get some dessert with Levi following me, he reminds me of a puppy that attaches to the first person who shows him one act of kindness.
I shove a petit four in my mouth and turn to Levi, “What are you doing here? I thought your rotation was over?”
“It was and after that I applied for an internship here and I got in.”
I snort in disbelief, “Seriously? How did you get in after your disastrous meet and greet? You know the one where you-”
“I know which one.” Levi frowns at the mention of him dropping his glasses in an open body cavity during the surgery we observed. I still chuckle when I replay that horrifically iconic moment, he continues, “But I rectified that problem so they wont have to worry about another incident like that.”
I eat another dessert, “Lasiks or contacts?” I ask with my mouth full.
“Neither.” He turns around pointing to the back of his head where a red rubber back is attached to his glasses to prevent from falling out, “Sports band.”
I look at his remedy peculiarly which he notices when he turns around, “And contacts are a lesser choice because…”
“I tried those but it required me to touch my eyeballs so that was a dealbreaker.”
I nod and turn around walking away from him to mingle with hopefully more normal people. As far as I could see Alex and Andrew aren’t here both to my relief and disappointment. I pass the time talking to the other interns and attendings that are here until Dr. Webber calls our attention.
“Welcome to Grey Welcome to Grey Sloan Memorial, where your education is our top priority.”
He’s interrupted by the double doors bursting open by three guys who are stared at by me and the others. I’ll give them this they make a hell of an entrance, despite this Webber continues his speech.
“Um, you were chosen for your potential. We are one of the top-rated teaching hospitals in the nation.” I see Alex entering the room causing my breath to hitch. I avoid looking at him as much as I can instead focusing on Webber, “And with your bright futures, we are certain that that tradition will continue, but it’s up to you to put in the hard work and it is hard work. So, enjoy the evening, ask question, talk to your colleagues because tomorrow you are surgeons.” I clap with the others and opt to exit the party early so I can avoid-
“Hey.” I freeze at the familiar voice behind me and I reluctantly turn around and see Alex standing there, “I didn’t know if you were coming or not.”
“Yeah well this is an intern mixer and as much as it disdains you I am an intern.” I look at him with a blank expression to hide my dislike towards him.
“It doesn’t disdain me; it shocks me but it doesn’t bother me that you’re here.”
I nod, “Good then we have an understanding, I’m going home now.” I turn and take a few steps until Alex speaks again.
“Why did you apply here?” I turn around and give him a little of my true face causing him to explain, “I’m not asking for my sake I’m asking because you made it more than clear that you would rather beat me than work with me so why did you apply to the hospital I work at?”
I exhale in anger and look around the people that could notice so I grab his arm pulling him to outside the door. I don’t want to get into it in the middle of a party with people I’m gonna work with tomorrow, that just spells questions I don’t want to answer. I stop us a few feet away from the cafeteria and face him.
“I am not here to get back at you. I didn’t make this decision lightly and I certainly didn’t make it because of you.”
“I didn’t think you were I just-”
I interrupt him, “Thought that I could find somewhere else to work where I didn’t have to see you? Yeah believe me I wanted to but…I want to be the best surgeon I can be Alex. I don’t just want to treat patients I want to advance medicine and make something of myself. Grey Sloan is the place to do that, so I decided to apply here in spite of the fact that you’re here. If you think I would be here for some lengthy revenge plot then you must think I’m as crazy as mom and Aaron.”
“I never said that I just…I want to know if we’re gonna be able to work together. I need to know if there’s gonna be problems between us because we have patients and they don’t need to see-
“I can work with you Alex.” I say it with a cold tone, “It’s like I told you months ago, I did not come here so I could play family with my big brother who left me as fast as he possibly could, I came here for me.” Alex looks at me hurt and looks away, “I knew that you worked here but I also know that Grey Sloan has one of the best residency programs and I want to be the best surgeon that I can be. I’m a mature adult and if the time comes when I will be assigned to your service I will act like any other intern. Just because I disdain you personally doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it affect my work. I’ve worked too hard to get here all on my own no thanks to you and I’m not gonna screw it up. May I please be excused Dr. Karev?”
Alex sighs, “Yes.” My use of his title and last name made my feelings toward him clear. I finally turn around and walk away from him relieved to end this conversation.
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Andrew walks down the hall carrying his backpack heading to the mixer. He really needed a drink after catching his sister making out with Owen Hunt in a supply closet. He should be used to catching his sister with his friends but sadly it’s something he can never get used to. After Arizona left to go home he decided to drink for one instead. He turns left when he bumps into Amber causing him to drop his backpack and her purse.
“Oh god sorry.” Amber says not even noticing him as she kneels down along with him to pick up her stuff. She looks up and smiles as she recognizes him and he does the same, “Andrew.”
Andrew smiles at the sight of her, “Amber, hey I didn’t think you’d be here.” They both stand up, “I’m guessing that based on your dress and Grey Sloan badge that you got the job?”
“Yeah, I did, I start tomorrow.” Amber picks her purse up, “Are you heading out?”
“No, I’m headed to the mixer, aren’t you supposed to be there?”
Amber walks down the hall with Andrew, “I went for a bit but I decided to bail early.”
“How come?” Andrew asks.
“Well-” Amber was about to explain when Jo Wilson approaches her with a smile.
“Hi, you must be Amber, I’m Jo I’m gonna be your chief resident.” Jo holds out her hand which Amber shakes.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I was just gonna leave so…”
“Oh, that’s fine I just wanted to come by and introduce myself to the interns before tomorrow. I especially wanted to meet you and make sure that there isn’t any awkwardness between us in the future.” Amber and Andrew look at her confused.
“Why would things be awkward between us?” Amber asks Jo.
Jo answers with nervous chuckle, “Well um…Alex and I are dating and living together.”
Amber inhales and replies flatly, “Oh.”
Andrew furrows his eyebrows confused, “Why is that a problem? Do you know Karev?”
“Yeah, he’s my brother.” Amber replies nonchalantly causing Andrew’s eyes to widen and look at her in shock as she continues talking to Jo oblivious of his reaction, “Look what happens with you and Alex is your business and I would appreciate it if you and him don’t try to make it my own.”
“I wasn’t trying to; I know that your relationship with your brother is…complicated.” Amber snorts as Andrew rubs his jaw trying to process this new information, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m here to help you with whatever you need while you start your internship. I already did this with the other interns so you don’t have to worry about special treatment.”
Andrew finally snaps out of his frozen state and speaks, “I’m sorry your brother, Alex, is Alex Karev? The one who works here? Your Karev’s sister?”
Amber frowns at his weird reaction, “Yeah, do you know him?” Andrew stares at her with wide eyes and disbelief all over his face, “Andrew?”
Jo looks at both of them, “Do you two know each other?”
Andrew blinks and gets out of his shocked state with only mild surprise left on his face. Amber raises an eyebrow at his reaction and wants to ask him again how he knows Alex when Arizona approaches them.
“Hey, I left my keys at home can I borrow yours if your going to the mixer?” Arizona recognizes Amber and greets her, “Hey! I haven’t seen you since-”
Andrew panics and interrupts her before she can reveal information to Jo, “Have you met Karev’s sister, the new intern?”
Arizona stops and looks at him confused, “Karev’s sister?”
Jo pitches in confused by this scene, “Yeah her.” She points at Amber who just stands there with a questioning face at all of them.
Amber waves at Arizona, “Me and what’s your name? I didn’t catch it the other night when Andrew brought me to your house.” Jo’s eyes widen at Amber’s comment who doesn’t notice instead focused on Arizona who purses her lips at this awkward reunion. Andrew quietly sighs at his misfortune getting worse.
“Y-Yeah we didn’t really do an introduction that night.”
Amber chuckles, “Well we were both busy trying to score when he and sister got into a spat so I don’t really think that qualifies for a meet and greet party.” Andrew closes his eyes as Jo puts two and two together slightly grinning at what she walked into and how Amber is oblivious to Andrew’s suffering.
Arizona chuckles lightly trying to keep a straight face, “Yes that is very, very true um Arizona Robbins head of fetal surgery. I also taught your brother back when I was head of peds.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, well Bailey was his chief resident when he started and Webber was the chief back then as well but I was the one who showed him the ropes of peds when he showed interest.”
Amber nods at the tidbit, “That’s quite a lot of connections he has, I suppose there’s not gonna be one person I meet at this hospital who is somehow not tied to my estranged brother?”
Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose over the cruel irony of her question while Jo presses her lips together both amused and horrified. Arizona chuckles nervously as Amber furrows her eyebrows at her.
Amber turns to Andrew who tries to look normal, “Okay well uh I should get going its first day tomorrow and I need the rest but uh maybe we can meet up after and catch up like we said?”
Andrew clears his throat, “Um yeah maybe.” He doesn’t give a clear answer as this whole situation shocks him so much he can barely process it.
Amber grins, “Great see you tomorrow.” She addresses Jo and Arizona, “It was lovely to meet you both, good night.” Jo and Arizona say good night back as she leaves all three of them.
When Amber is out of earshot Jo turns to Andrew with a grin on her face while Arizona quietly snickers, “You…”
“It was not what it sounded like.” Andrew tries explaining to Jo who doesn’t buy it.
“Didn’t.” Jo finishes with a smile.
Andrew exhales in defeat and breaks down, “I did like twice I think.” Jo laughs along with Arizona while Andrew continues panicking, “Oh my god what did I do?”
Arizona chips in, “I think it’s pretty clear what you did although I don’t know the specifics.”
Andrew turns to Arizona with disbelief over her humor, “This is not funny this is far from funny this is my death sentence.”
“Why?” Jo asks.
Andrew looks at her incredulous, “Maybe because her brother beat me to a bloody pulp over something he thought I did to you and now he’s gonna kill me for something I definitely did to his little sister.”
Arizona rolls her eyes, “Oh come on you and Amber were two consenting adults that night and from what I saw of her in that short time she came of her own free will. Also I think Alex has learned his lesson from what happened and isn’t stupid enough to do that again.”
“And besides Alex is estranged from Amber and I don’t think beating up a guy she slept with once is gonna make it any better.” Jo explains.
Andrew looks at her confused, “They’re estranged?” Jo nods, “Why?”
Jo knows the story between Amber and Alex but doesn’t want to give anything away for fear of Amber being ridiculed over what happened to her so she decides to be vague, “It’s a long story and one I feel she should tell you about. I have to go have a goodnight.”
“Wait um can you maybe not um tell Alex about…this?” Andrew asks with pleading eyes.
“Don’t worry I won’t tell him that you unknowingly had a one night stand with his baby sister.” Jo chuckles again as she leaves. Andrew and Arizona are left in the hall with Andrew left numb from the recent event that happened which Arizona notices.
“Do you want to take advantage of the open bar?” Arizona asks to cheer him up.
“Yes please.” Andrew says and they both walk back to the mixer to drink their problems away.
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I once had a dream where Kiki got pregnant
OH HELL NAH!!!
First of all
Sorry for that outburst. It’s just that I really hate Kiki so so much! 😖
Second
If you want some context ,here’s 10 main reasons why I hate Kiki in the first place
#1. Her music,singing, rapping, and DJ skills sound like total ass!
#2. She is pointless to Peanut and Joey’s subplot and Season 3 as a whole!
#3. Not only did she killed Industry Man, (my sweet old husband, but at the same time he deserved it) but they decided to give her a girl power move just because her “boyfriend” Golden Joe wasn’t enough of a pussy already!
#4. She was just there for Golden Joe to have company after Peanut died
#5. The interactions between her and Golden Joe are so Cringe and GROSS 🤢
#6. I believe it’s gross because what if Kiki and Golden Joe had a massive age gap? I mean Kiki already looks like a teenager with those pigtails and those stupid green headphones on her bigass head! I swear she wants to be Golden Joe so bad! I do not wanna see Golden Joe (in his late thirties) is simping for underage girls!🤮
#7 Her design is heavily inspired by the famous DJ, Avicii. known for his famous hits like “Wake Me Up” and “Hey Brother”. The reason why I’m appalled by this is because Kiki is such an annoying little brat that it literally feels like she’s mocking a dead man! Who passed away just over 2 years before season 3 and less then 7 months before The Invictus Special ever aired on national television!
#8. Kiki literally killed somebody! In the episode “Prime Time Nursery Rhyme” she is seen arguing with Professor Wilx, causing her in a fit of rage to run him over with her jet ski and killing him instantly. All there was left of him was a severed bald head and some purple goo. Thankfully Industry Man revived him in the next episode😊
#9. I feel like Kiki loves Golden Joe so much simply because she’s a straight up gold digger and is basically manipulating him just for the all the money he makes as a celebrity! Think about that for a moment! She frequently collaborates with the man, Golden Joe’s rapping and singing skills are somehow worst then in the episode “Surgery Circus” where he had the voice of an angel while holding the eye’s severed leg despite the fact that Vishal Roney (the voice of Golden Joe) said in an interview that He Can’t Sing?! Finally as soon as Kiki reunites with Golden Joe in the finale she says that and I quote “We’re gonna make a new album together”. We don’t even know how the hell these two have met and how long they’ve been dating! For all I know they’ve probably been dating for a short period of time and they haven’t known enough about each other yet!
#10. She simps for Golden Joe so much that she’s a Female replica of Himself! With the same personality, career path, sass, and moodiness like him But Worst!
I would like to go on and on about how much I hate Kiki, but I think you all heard enough
Thank You for reading this and remember that this is my opinion and that you shouldn’t take it seriously as I did 😌
Peace out! ✌️
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I posted 929 times in 2022
That's 161 more posts than 2021!
259 posts created (28%)
670 posts reblogged (72%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@iskarieot
@filmgifs
@movie-gifs
@mistletoesteve
@dark-sarya
I tagged 848 of my posts in 2022
Only 9% of my posts had no tags
#house of the dragon - 108 posts
#art - 31 posts
#the batman - 28 posts
#aemond targaryen - 24 posts
#arcane - 22 posts
#al pacino - 22 posts
#silco - 21 posts
#namor - 17 posts
#rings of power - 17 posts
#lotr - 16 posts
Longest Tag: 133 characters
#if someone’s personality doesn’t vibe with me. i’m just indifferent. i only really say ‘i don’t like you’ if someone is mean or toxic
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Hate that us Helmond shippers are gonna be cockblocked for two whole fucking years. Gonna survive on a 0.5 sec frame of Helaena touching Aemond’s arm and them breathing in the same room. Truly a long time for vindication.
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#4
My whole personality is now the part in the recent group interview where Silco’s VA aka Jason Spisak, is talking about his love for Silco’s last line to Jinx. And Powder’s VA immediately afterwards sharing how it’s her favorite line too because she can relate to the feeling of being broken, wanting acceptance, and eventually finding it through someone. And Jason literally having the proudest dad smile as she talked 😭
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#3
Idk about the costumes, y’all. Like I don’t know if it’s actually bad or if it’s because I’m using PJ’s movies as a frame of reference. Everything just looks too…clean. What I really liked about the costumes in LOTR was that they looked worn. Those gold and metal pieces and the way clothing was dyed all were purposely made to look like people wore them all the time. Idk It could be the lighting and color grading of these stills too.
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#2
I’ve heard that saying that if you want to write a strong romance, don’t start it out as if it were one and instead just show genuine connection. That’s why people took to Namor x Shuri so strongly. Without the romance glasses, they just both connect with each other in a platonic sense generally. But that also creates a great setup in the genre of romance. They’re very shippable to people because there’s nothing more romantic than two people connecting on a level only they could understand.
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My #1 post of 2022
So idk anything about Chris Pine’s private life but apparently he only uses a flip phone and stays off the internet. Like I can imagine his agent coming up to him to break the news about his sudden meme fame like “Uh Chris? There’s been some new developments.”
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#my top 10 tags are literally just my hyperfixations this year#I’m very proud of my Chris Pine post#also ew I take back my post on Jason Spisak
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2. Where am I?
As of right now, I am finishing up the style guide of how I want my instagram page. I have the account set up so I am working to put the guide into use. (The account name is connected_hi, however it might changed depending on how I feel about the overall project)
The way my setup will be is a first post explaining cultural artifacts, basically a synopsis of the paper. The next post will be about the Hawaii Plantation Village since I am focusing on the items brought into Hawaii during that time. Afterwards, I will have posts about the items and how its profound in local culture. Some posts will have interviews and others will have static pictures.
Some items that I want touch upon are:
Aloha shirts (Im thinking contacting the Hilo Hattie store in Ala-moana or the store is SALT at our kakaako)
Ukulele
Malasadas
Plate lunch
Jewelry (Specifically the gold bangles - yenno what I'm talking about)
Manapua Truck
Swap meet
Valley of the Temples
Zippys
Tattoos? (Would it be considered a cultural artifact?)
I want to include the items I wrote in the paper but also bring up those that are very "local" and back track its roots. There will also be stories included on the posts which will house footage I didn't use from the interviews.
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For the mural, I have the overall shape of what I want but its the design that I am struggling to think of. I don't want to use photos (though it is a last resort) because thats what the instagram is all about so I am thinking of drawing it out. The piece will include puzzle pieces and each piece represents the different ethnic groups from the plantation era. These pieces will connect to each other. So I am scratching that idea of small pictures make a whole thing cause I feel like the overall idea I want to portray is that our local culture is made up of these connected ethnicities.
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NEXT STEPS:
Definitely reaching out to places. I want to post at least post something with an interview at least once a week.
I really gotta focus though, I won't deny it. I am slacking behind in my schedule so I have to start picking up the pace.
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Small Axe's Letitia Wright & John Boyega discuss it all!
#they're so fun#and cute#letitia wright#john boyega#it was really hard to pick just some gifs#those whole interview is gif gold#small axe#mine : gifs#chadwickswidowspeakedit#lwrightedit#black actors#i have watched this interview tooo many times
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Please write a Timmy x reader in which the reader is an actress who has just had a major and successful movie come out, and everyone loves it and it's their biggest acting part. And Timmy sees it and becomes a huge fan of hers, going down the rabbit hole of googling her and watching all of her interviews and funny moments on her social media accounts, much like his fans do for him. And both become very emotional when they met, because she admires his work as well.
Love you, thank you ❤️
Oh this is so cute! I love this request!
Here you go ❤️
Can I Buy You a Coffee?
You couldn’t believe the response this film had gotten. Sure, you’ve done smaller projects here and there. But this film, this film might be the one that makes you. There were even talks of Oscar nominations. OSCARS!! This whole thing felt like and out of body experience.
To further the surreality, you were scheduled for an interview on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. It wouldn’t be a stand alone interview, there would be a few sets of other actors, but you agreed to show up and could hardly contain your excitement.
The night of the interview arrived. Fans stopped you outside begging for photos and autographs before the show. On stage, you answered questions and had everyone laughing with your charm and quick wit. The other actors sitting with you loved your presence and company. They all listened to your stories about your time on set and how it felt to be a possible first time Oscar nominee.
You were still buzzing backstage in your dressing room when you heard a knock on the door.
You answered it and none other than Timothee Chalamet was standing on the other side. You had to stop your mouth from hanging open. He was more beautiful in person than he was in his pictures or in his films. His hair laid perfectly on his head and into his face. It looked so soft almost as if someone had painted it with perfect swirls of brown, black and hints of gold. His face looked as if it had been sculpted like one of those Ancient Greek statues.
He let out a small chuckle and said “You got time for any more autographs? I’m a huge fan.”
“I - you? You’re a huge fan of mine?” You were stunned as you took a picture from his hand and signed it.
“You wanna come in?” You asked as you handed back the signed photo.
He answered by taking a polite small step inside your dressing room.
“A fan, huh?” You asked him, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear. “That’s crazy, I think I’ve seen every film you’ve ever made,” you laughed.
He took a seat on the sofa in your dressing room. “Yeah, I saw your film and I’ve been fascinated by you ever since..I tracked down all your work, and watched them all. I hate to admit it but I’m pretty sure I watched every interview I could find with you in it on YouTube. I followed you on every social media account I could find, that’s how I found out you’d be here tonight doing an interview. I had to meet you in person.” He looked down at his shoes embarrassed.
You just stared at him. “This can’t be actually happening,” you whispered, not realizing you said it out loud.
“I’m sorry, is this creepy?” He asked standing up quickly.
“No, no! I’m just amazed, that a person, an actor of your caliber would have any interest in me, I’m extremely flattered, I don’t know what to say. I have admired you for so long, Timothee.” You breathed out his name with ease, you couldn’t believe you were saying it to him.
He looked at you for a minute. “I - can I buy you a coffee, I’d love to get to know you more in person and not from behind my computer screen.” He made little eye contact with you. Was he nervous?
Wait, was he asking you on a date? You had to keep from pinching yourself.
“Yes, I’d love that.”
“I’m parked outback,” he said, “we can go now if you want.”
“I’ll be ready in 10 minutes.”
He grabbed your hand before walking out the door and placed a gentle kiss on it.
“I’m very happy to meet you, y/n.”
You had chills as he left you to get ready.
Tags: @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @ifuckinghateme1 @fashphotolife @chicchanelcigs @scentedkittenperfection
#timothee chalamet#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee chalamet x you#writing#timothee blurb#timothee chalamet imagine#timmy chalamet#timothée chalamet
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The Interview
The Interview: A Pepperony Fanfic
Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi
Word Count: 983
Pairing: Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader
Warnings: covid lockdown, celebrities singing to you, bad song lyrics(? I guess that’s subjective).
Synopsis: You are a successful musician in a relationship with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. During lockdown you make an album to raise money for people struggling to pay bills and have a spot on a late-night show to promote it. During the song, you have an unexpected backup singer.
A/N: Didn’t think I’d actually write a lockdown fic, but here we are. I saw Alanis Morissette on Jimmy Fallon singing and her daughter being there a while back and thought it was the cutest thing ever. Lately, the idea of that kind of thing happening with a less conventional family started talking to me so I quickly wrote it out. I’m not a lyricist sadly - sorry about that. I kind of like this relationship dynamic and since writing this very short fic out I keep getting ideas about how they started in the first place. So who knows, when I have some time I might write it. The talk show host is not a specific Jimmy, just thought it was funny to name him that because that’s what they’re named right?
The Interview
Your home studio had been set up - both Pepper and Tony had worked really hard to make sure it wouldn’t be just another one of those interviews done at home on a phone. You had been working hard on your music during the lockdown and the album you’d made had been selling well. Given the relationship you had, it wasn’t like you needed the money, so all the profits were going straight into funds to help other people wait out the whole lockdown.
You were proud of what you were doing and you wanted to sound good. You wanted the people who tuned in to the late-night talk show to see you to get a good version of the song, not some tinny through the speaker of a phone version.
Thankfully the people you’d chosen to spend your life with were exceptionally good at this kind of thing.
Tony was on the phone with the producers of the show as he multitasked fixing the audio and wiring while fixing the levels on the mixing table. You sat at the piano singing notes for him and playing small amounts until he seemed satisfied.
“I think that lighting is good,” Pepper said, adjusting the light and turning on the camera. “We’ll get out of your hair for the performance.”
“Thank you both,” you said kissing them and putting the headpiece in.
“We’ll be watching with madam secretary, on the monitor” Pepper said as Tony double-checked the camera.
“What would I do without you both?” You asked.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be starving in the gutter,” Tony teased, rolling his eyes. “Break a leg, honey.”
“Thank you,” you said.
“Got a good team with you there,” the producer said when Tony and Pepper had left the studio.
“Yeah, I’m very blessed,” you agreed.
“Well, the show’s a little different these days, we just record the bits separately. So whenever you’re ready go, and then Jimmy will chime in with the questions when you’re done. He’ll record the intro later.”
“Great,” you said. “Thank you.”
You cleared your throat and began to play.
“Before you,
I was running on all cylinders,
Before you,
I never stopped to smell the roses.
My life was spinning in all directions,
Never slowing, never stopping, never taking time.”
The door opened and little footsteps came tapping in. You looked over to see Morgan running for you. You smiled at her but didn’t break singing.
“You were the light at the end of the tunnel,
You were my knight in red and gold armor,
I never knew that you were everything I need,
You were everything I need.”
Morgan reached the chair and you leaned down and scooped her up with one hand as you continued to play with the other.
“Mama, mama,” she babbled. “You sing.”
“That’s right,” you said and tapped a headset that was sitting on top of the piano.
“Before you,” you continued to sing, as Morgan grabbed the headset and put it on. She started to sway to the music and you played the piano around her as she sat perched on your knee.
“I thought that one and one was the equation,
Before you,
I thought that love was in short supply.
My life was all about avoiding,
Never slowing, never stopping, never settling down.”
The door opened again and Pepper quickly ducked inside. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed.
You laughed through the lyrics and shook your head as Morgan began tapping your hands as you played the piano.
“You were the home I never knew I wanted,
You were the queen that came to rule my kingdom,
I never knew that you were everything I need,
You were everything I need.”
“Mommy’s the queen,” Morgan said, as she bounced on your lap.
“That’s right,” you said and kissed the top of her head before returning to singing.
Pepper knelt on the ground out of view of the camera and began trying to coax Morgan off your lap. Your daughter was having a little too much fun joining in with the song to listen to mommy.
“No, mommy,” she said, shaking her head and wiggling on your lap.
“Before you,” you sang, looking down at Morgan.
“I didn’t believe in family,
Before you,
I was missing a piece of me.”
The door opened again and this time Tony came through. He had a juice pop in his hand and he crept over, holding it out to Morgan.
“You are the heart beating inside me,
You are the missing piece of my soul,”
“Me!” Morgan said, bouncing up and down.
“Morgan, I never knew you were everything I need.
You were everything I need.”
Morgan squealed and pushed her head back to kiss your chin. “Love you, mama,” she said.
“Love you too, bub,” you said as you played the last little piece of the outro.
“Aw, you stopped,” Morgan said.
“Is that okay?” You asked.
“Mmm yeah, daddy has juice pops,” she said and wiggled off your lap and ran over to Tony.
You started laughing and your laughter was joined by Jimmy the host of the show you’d just played for, as he clapped and said your name. “That was amazing,” he said. “I liked your backing singer.”
“She’s the best one I ever had,” you said. “I’m very lucky.”
“She calls you mama?” Jimmy asked.
“Yep and Pepper is mommy,” you said. “We decided that that would be a good way to do it when Pepper was pregnant.”
“It’s an interesting family situation you have going on,” Jimmy said. “But from the sounds of the song, you’re all making it work.”
“I have never been happier,” you said, looking over at Pepper, Tony, and Morgan who were all standing by the door. Morgan sucking on the juice pop that Tony had bribed her with. “Can’t complain about being too loved,” you said. “Now can you?”
#pepper potts#tony stark#pepperony#pepper potts x tony stark x reader#pepperony x reader#tony stark x reader#pepper potts x reader#pepper potts x tony stark#iron man#iron man fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#fluff#morgan stark#the interview
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Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 3
Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Eventual smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.
But in this chapter - more tension and also male and female masturbation
Author’s note: Chapter 3 wheyyy! I'm super sick at the minute, but nevertheless I hope my illness isn't reflected in this piece of writing. Yikes. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! Remember if you wanted to be added to my taglist feel free to let me know!
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The rain drops pelted heavy against your skin as the cool winter ambience sent a shiver down your spine. Once dismissed by Maxwell Lord, you practically raced out of the building. The contrast between the heat you felt in his presence and the December air was immeasurable. You took a big gasp of air, letting rain drops fall on your face and soak through your clothes. You stood there in the middle of the busy street trying to process what just happened.
You had been successful. Your elaborate plan had worked out and you had gotten the job. Only, it was unlike anything you had ever done before. Maxwell told you to expect a call sometime tomorrow and before you left, he made sure you were comfortable with the prospect of his job offer. First things first— tell Tristan the good news. Hopefully then, he would let you stay in your apartment a little while longer.
Before you could grab a ride from a cabbie, the doorman tapped you on the shoulder. "Ms Minerva?" His tone was completely different than earlier, more polite and friendly. "Ma'am? Mr Lord has requested his driver take you home. He didn't want you to get wet in the rain but," the doorman looked you up and down. "I see you're already drenched from this God foresaken rain. I’m Andreas, by the way."
Maxwell had asked his own, personal driver to take you home? You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach from his kind gesture, but you worried about the authenticity of it. How genuine was he? Maxwell Lord was someone who built up his reputation and business on lies and false hope.
"Oh really, that's quite alright," you dismissed the offer. "I can just get a cab."
Andreas put his hand out, halting you from walking away. "I'm afraid Mr Lord insists." He told you, taking out a sleek black umbrella and opening it up. He held it above you, protecting you from the rain.
"Could you tell Mr Lord that I'm grateful for his offer, but I can make my own way home?" You said through gritted teeth.
"I'm afraid not," Andreas said with a short shake of his head. "Whatever Mr Lord wants, Mr Lord gets."
So that's how it was going to be.
Before you could reply, a black limousine with tinted windows pulled up on the road in front of you. A few passer-bys on the street, hands full of their Christmas shopping, shot you a strange glance as you slipped into the car. Andreas shut the door behind you and suddenly you found yourself sitting in a car that probably had more worth than your entire life’s savings.
The seats were sleek and black leather, the floor was carpeted and you spotted a small ice cooler by your sofa seat. You carefully clicked it open and examined the insides. It was just various bottles of alcohol- mostly spirits. You couldn’t help but smile as you continued to explore the limousine.
Upon meeting him, Maxwell Lord was not what you expected, but now you had found the perfect opportunity to learn more about him. You spotted a velveteen box nailed to the floor so you opened it up and found a variety of odd things. It was like a rich man’s junk drawer. Everything from gold fountain pens, jewellery, condoms, multiple checkbooks were mixed inside this box. Nosily, you scurried through it all, taking out the occasional item and examining it closer. You couldn’t believe it. You had never met someone who was just able to leave such expensive items lying around in a random box inside their own limousine.
This whole experience felt like a fever dream.
The lights in the limousine were dimmed and so you searched around for a switch or button of some kind to brighten the interior of the car. Your fingers tapped into a switch and rainbow disco lights flickered on, illuminating the limousine multi-colour. It looked more like a party bus. You didn't even realise the driver had already got into the car and as he turned on the ignition and began to drive, you jolted and fell back at the sudden force, into the plush leather seat. You scrambled to belt yourself up and compose yourself.
"Ma'am, where will I be taking you?" the driver called from the front of the limousine, as he tried to navigate through the busy Christmas roads of DC. You yelled your address back to him and he made a brief sound of acknowledgement.
After a few moments of sitting in still silence, despite the rainbow disco lights beginning to give you a headache, you heard a buzzing noise. You scrambled around in your seat, looking for where the noise originated from, when you found a phone nailed to the wall of the limo. Maxwell Lord’s limo had its own carphone! Of course it did.
Your eyes widened when you realised it was ringing and you contemplated answering it. It could be anyone! It could be someone important or a business related matter. It could be private. Thoughts raced through your mind as the phone continued to buzz.
"Are you going to get that?" The driver called out again.
You took a deep breath and took the phone off the hook, nudging it between your ear and your neck. "H-hello?" you asked, your finger anxiously twirling in the wire connecting the phone and the dock.
"Apologies for calling so early on, I usually wait a few days before calling back my female suitors," you weren't sure if your heart rate eased or increased when you heard Maxwell's voice. His voice sounded easy-going, and you were sure you even heard him chuckle slightly at his own remark. "I trust you weren't made uncomfortable by Andreas insisting you got a ride home."
"I have to admit, Mr Lord, I don't usually get into cars with strangers." you huffed, squeezing your eyes tight shut.
"Smart," Maxwell replied quickly. "So why did you this time?" His voice was dark and had a lulling undertone. He sounded similar to when he saw you during the interview earlier on, and the memory made that familiar heat erupt once more in your stomach.
You struggled to find your words. "I- I uhm-" you weren't exactly sure why you had agreed to Andreas. You would've never agreed to such a proposition before. But this is what Maxwell Lord wanted. And you didn't dare want to disappoint Maxwell Lord. You didn't understand because you didn't even know the man— nor did you have any care about him whatsoever prior to your meeting today. But since you exchanged those words in his office, you had been feeling a certain kind of way. "I trust you." you admitted with a defeated sigh. It was true. You trusted a man you had barely even spent half-an-hour with. You trusted a man who built his business on lying to the people of the world.
On the other end of the line, Maxwell was smiling to himself. His feet were on his desk and he was nursing a glass of his favourite whiskey. He could never tell you, but he craved to hear your voice again. He was already thinking about the next time he could see you. He put the glass down on his desk and with his free hand, palmed at his hardening manhood.
"I'm glad," Maxwell replied smoothly. "Trust is going to be very important in our kind of arrangement." There was a beat. "Speaking of which, would you owe me the pleasure in accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?"
"D-dinner?" you blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up. Dinner with Maxwell Lord— this is not how you thought today would go. Sitting in a limousine and being asked out by the cover boy of Forbes magazine.
"I know a really nice restaurant by the river. Black-tie dress code type thing." His voice was like silk. It was getting hot in the limousine. You needed air. The thought of him taking you out for dinner at a restaurant, having a nice meal and enjoying his company felt like a dream. Then you were hit with the reality of your financial situation.
"Oh Mr Lord, I'm sure it's lovely but I don't think I can afford-"
"I think you're forgetting the terms of our arrangement darling," Maxwell snickered on the other end of the line. It was true— you had. For a moment you thought it would be a normal date. But this wasn't a relationship. He was right, it was an arrangement. "What I have, is yours. You are to want for nothing."
There was something romantic about his sentiment, you once again found yourself forgetting the true nature of his words. "Well then," you gulped."Dinner sounds great."
Maxwell's smile grew wider. "And then back to my place." his invitation sounded more like a command than a question, and the authority in his voice was enough to get your panties wet. You pursed your lips together to suppress a moan at the thought of going back to his house. You wondered what it would be like. Would your arrangement commence tomorrow night?
"I'd really like that." you let out a shaky exhale. Your hand dropped in between your legs and you slowly began to touch yourself through the thick material of your denim jeans. You ached to get home and take them off. There was something that felt so naughty about getting off in the car of a man you had just met. Especially when that man was Maxwell Lord.
Maxwell felt the same. He had intended to take you back to his place to go through a contract and discuss the specifics of your arrangement— but if the night led to something else, he certainly wouldn't be opposed. You were driving him wild; like no other woman had ever. He unzipped his pants and slipped his hand under his boxer shorts, slowly beginning to pump his length while holding the phone in the crook of his neck.
"You- you have something pretty to wear?" he asked, trying to remain as composed as possible.
"Maybe, maybe just my little black dress." you whispered in response, pressing your forehead against the cold window to try and release some tension.
Your description left much to the imagination, but Maxwell wasn't complaining. He wondered about the black dress: how short it was, exactly? How did it fit you? Did it accentuate his favourite parts of your body? Maxwell's eyes fluttered shut as he carried on stroking his length, a small grunt escaping his lips. It didn't go unnoticed by you.
"I'll have my driver pick you up tomorrow evening," Maxwell hummed. "6pm."
You couldn't even reply— he already put the phone down. Maxwell slouched back into his chair and worked at his already hard length. His thumb swept the precum that beaded at his tip and he continued pumping, wishing that the wetness around him was from your mouth as you devoured him.
He imagined your pretty lips suck him and his cock began to throb in his hands. He imagined having to push your hair out of the way so he could get a good look of your face whilst you took him in your mouth. He imagined your eyes wide and your cheeks hollowed as you fit him inside of you. He wanted to fuck your mouth, wanted to make you gag and have your saliva make a mess all over him.
Maxwell gasped as he spilt his seed all over his tailored suit pants. He kept his sensitive cock in his hand for a few moments after, feeling it soften. He wanted to soften inside of you. Already, he was enamoured by you. Desperate to feel your touch, your wetness. Desperate to hear your screams of pleasure.
When you got home, you had planned on seeing Tristan, alerting him of the good news. New job. Then maybe, he'd let you live in your apartment just a little bit longer until you could afford rent. You decided he could wait until tomorrow. Hurrying into your small flat you locked yourself in the bathroom and turned on the shower.
You discarded your clothes, letting them pool into a puddle on the floor. In your frenzy, you had forgotten to open a window, so the steam from the hot water warmed your skin and small beads of sweat drew along your collarbones and chest as you ran your hands over your body. You bit your lip, hard, remembering the image of Maxwell's hands in the office which you had so carefully ingrained into your head.
You thought about his thick hands squeezing your tits, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your nipples and pinching hard enough to make you squeal. You wondered how his touch felt. You imagined him rough, and ruthless, but since meeting him today, and the way he diverted all your expectations, you wondered if he would have any surprises up his sleeve for your time in the bedroom. You let your fingers gently trace the skin of your stomach, a feather light touch that tickled slightly. You closed your eyes, imagining the wealthy CEO stood behind you, arms wrapped around your naked body and planting sloppy wet kisses into the crook of your neck.
With complete certainty, neither you or Maxwell could stop thinking about each other. Maxwell wanted to call you over in the dead of night when he couldn't sleep. His body ached for you. He felt a neediness that he had never felt before. Of course he could just call one of his assistants. He paid them enough, they would be able to come over and satisfy him (to some extent), but the problem was, they weren't you.
You had done something to him, and now nobody else could even begin to compare to you. You consumed his every thought. Maxwell had once almost married a rival CEO. He was meant to be in love with her but… the feelings were not the same as this. The feelings he felt for you were far beyond lust, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly they were. He cursed himself, feeling frustrated. This wasn't him. But he was completely and utterly whipped on you.
And you weren't much different. You swore you were in love with Tristan. You had been in an on and off relationship with him for two years but once again, the feelings you had for him were so different to the feelings you now possessed for Maxwell. It was indescribable. You wrecked your room, trying to find the perfect shoes and accessories to wear with your promised little black dress. You wanted to be perfect. You wanted to look perfect. And it was all for Maxwell.
He had you whipped, and you hated him for it.
You lived your life wanting to only impress yourself. You didn't think twice about the way men felt about you. It never mattered. But this was Maxwell Lord. Everything was just different.
So when your 'date' finally came around, you were both equally bursting with anticipation.
When you slid in the back of the limousine, Maxwell couldn't keep his eyes from you. His gaze was glued onto your amazing figure which he loved so much, and the way your little black dress clung to your body and accentuated all your perfections. Your little diamond earrings sparkled under the car's dim light and there was something so beautiful about the simplicity of it.
Truth be told, Maxwell Lord was nervous. He didn't date. He couldn't remember the last time he went on a proper date (he wasn't even sure if you classed this outing as a date). He wasn't one for relationships either. Hell, a woman could count herself lucky if she lasted a week with him. He liked the spontinuity of fucking different women, no strings attached. Throwing them away like garbage the second he got bored. He had the power to do that. It was just the way he was and he had no intentions of that changing.
Although, maybe his intentions were slowly changing and he hadn't yet realised. You offered him the kindest smile he had ever seen, your eyes glistening like jewels. And oh, he felt his cheeks warm up. He leaned over to the window on his side and pressed his face against it, the cool winter air calming his nerves. When your fingers graced the material of his tailored suit pants, just over his thigh, he swore his heart stopped.
"You look nice." you beamed at him, your heart blooming when he finally turned and his brown eyes met yours. You didn't expect Maxwell Lord to disappoint, in any sense, but especially not when it came to fashion. The power suit he was wearing was practically dripping in wealth, and you were almost certain every inch of him was wearing designer names from his suit jacket to his gold cufflinks in his shirt.
"So do you." Maxwell returned the compliment, gawking as he took in your exquisite form. You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze and you awkwardly looked down at your match black heels, scraping them against the carpeted floor of the limousine. "That dress- I saw it in Louis Vuitton last year?" Maxwell pointed out and you looked down, reacquainting yourself with the outfit you had chosen to wear.
"This? Oh no no," you chuckled earnestly. "I got this from the thrift store for seven dollars like a month ago."
You regretted those words as soon as they left your lips. You did not just admit to Maxwell Lord that you had bought the dress he had been so enthralled in, from the moment you entered the limo, second hand. To your surprise, he gave you a toothy grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight and that adorable little dimple appearing in his left cheek.
"We're here," he announced as the driver pulled up on the side of the road. You gazed out the window in awe. The whole street was lit up in gold Christmas fairy lights, and the restaurant that Maxwell had selected, was highlighted with tinsel and a huge Christmas tree in the front window.
"Wow," you couldn't help but whisper at the gorgeous view. You hadn't even realised Maxwell had already slipped out the car and opened your side door for you. He held his hand out for you, and of course you grabbed it. His hands were soft and warm… he definitely moisturized. He helped you out of the limo and shut the door behind you, sliding an arm around your waist as he guided you into the restaurant.
"Be careful not to slip on the black ice." he warned as he helped you slowly walk in your heels. Still hand in hand, you looked up at him with the biggest smile. You hadn't felt a happiness like this in a long time. He didn't look at you back, instead of focusing on successfully navigating inside the restaurant without falling over.
The restaurant was empty. Not a soul in sight. Your eyes snapped to Maxwell, waiting for him to give you an explanation. He caught on, offering you a small and understanding nod.
"I rented the restaurant out." He explained, raising an eyebrow as he examined his surroundings. Your gaze followed his as you took in the merrily strung Christmas lights and the beautifully decorated tree by the front bay window.
"Why would you do that?" You quizzed him.
"You never know who is sitting among us," he explained. "Journalists, paparazzi, crazed fans."
Ah, there it was. The part about Maxwell you had completely forgotten about. He was famous. Everyone in the world knew who he was and if you had known anything about Maxwell before meeting him, it was that the tabloids loved to pry into his personal life. So, you were somewhat understanding. But that didn't stop the devastating feeling of your heart sinking into your chest. He wanted to hide you. It made sense, I mean, you had only just met and you were only his sugar baby, but it still hurt. You done your best to ignore the strange feelings and told yourself you could still have a good night with him. But the thoughts didn't escape your mind.
You and Maxwell were ushered to a seat by a lit fireplace and passed menus by a beaming waiter. "Can I get you a drink while you decide on what to eat?" he asked with an enthusiastic smile.
"Just a bottle of your finest champagne with two glasses," Maxwell replied, not even looking at the waiter but flicking his wrist and gesturing for him to scurry away. The waiter left both of you in a frenzy, and you couldn't help but giggle. "Is something funny?" Maxwell prompted you, raising an eyebrow. You pursed your lips again but shook your head 'no'. Maxwell's eyes flicked back down to the menu and you burst into another fit of giggles. "Seriously, what is it?" Maxwell asked sternly and you straightened your posture, taking a deep breath and trying to compose yourself.
"That poor waiter looked so afraid of you." You admitted quietly. Maxwell shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
"A lot of people are afraid of me."
"Why?" you beckoned, leaning closer to him.
Maxwell hesitated and put his menu down. "I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"A lot of people used to be afraid of my mother," Maxwell admitted. "I'm afraid I'm going to end up like her."
"Why were they afraid of your mother?" you questioned him, thanking the waiter as he promptly brought you the two glasses and bottle of ice cold champagne. You began to pour it out.
"She was so cold. Bitter… heartless…" Maxwell scowled, quickly taking a glass of champagne and downing it in one quick gulp. "I worry that, maybe, others perceive me in the same light as they perceive my mother."
"That they think you're cold, bitter and heartless?" you quizzed, and Maxwell winced at your words. He didn't reply, instead buried his gaze into the cream coloured table cloth.
You extended your arms and reached out, taking hold of his soft ring clad hands. Maxwell's breathing hitched under your touch. You noticed the way his hands were considerably larger than yours but even still, you rubbed comforting circles into his skin with your thumb. He interlocked his fingers with yours and you offered him a warm smile. "I don't think you're cold, bitter and heartless."
Maxwell sighed. "You don't know me."
"I see the warmth in your eyes," you whispered. "I know there's more to you than meets the eye."
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