fromtime-ff

[fromtime-ff]

Can you incorporate the Serena Williams and drake situation into the story some how?love u thanks!!😁

Ahahaha. If I ever come back to it. :) I try my best to get in things that are happening at the time and that would be great...if I weren’t like a year behind and actually had inspiration to write this story. 

#severedreamlandchaos

[fromtime-ff]

What's the name of the story that goes up to 301 chapters?

It’s Bruno Mars story called the Hook-up http://thehookup-ff.tumblr.com 

#Anonymous

[fromtime-ff]

Maybe you should make a sequel now? This chapters are over 100 ! No shade lol. Just never seen chapters go so high without a sequel. Pretty impressive lol

But it’s not at a stopping point! Side note, I had one story go up to 301. I’m just not good at picking a time to stop a story. 

#Anonymous

[fromtime-ff]

Chapter 105

so sorry this took so damn long. 

“Good morning...” Aubrey looked up at Emme the next morning as she walked slowly into the kitchen at about 9 in the morning.

“I thought I would be up before you....” she yawned sitting in front of him in the middle of the kitchen.

“I couldn't sleep. I'm sure I'll fall asleep sometime soon.” He said holding out a piece of the breakfast he was making for her.

“Mmmmm.” she tasted the food. “It would be better with spam.” she joked.

“When you find spam in Canada then we can have it.” he smiled at her.

“But serious, it's good. I want it all.” she replied. “You need to be a chef.”

“Well, maybe one day.” he said making a plate of food handing it to her sitting in front of her.

“Thank you.” she smiled taking a bite of the food. “But seriously.”

“So what are we doing today, Many?” he asked her.

“Nothing.” she answered with her mouth full. “I mean...absolutely nothing.”

“That sounds good.” he answered her watching her pick at her food a little.

“Why are you picking at your food?” he asked her.

“I'm not.” she told him.

Shit. Don't even open that can of worms. He thought to himself. “Okay.” he answered her dropping the subject.

“But you know what we can do?” she asked reaching for her phone.

“What?” he asked.

“Look over all this fancy wedding stuff I've found...” she said handing the phone to him.

“Hmm...” he thought out loud.

“Fine. We can just lay around and play video games.” she said standing up. “I'm going to go take a shower.”

“Yeah. Okay.” he answered going to clean up breakfast. Ugh. He thought to himself going over to the TV to turn it on. “The video games actually sound good. “ he said to himself hearing his phone start to ring.

Emme looked into the mirror in the bathroom wiping her long brown hair out of her face touching her cheeks. I'm getting married. I have someone who loves me. I have a family that loves me. I have friends and a job...I have everything. She reached down taking her handful of pills. She swallowed the pills with a small glass of water. She stretched out her arms taking off the t-shirt she was sleeping in turning on the hot water to take a shower. “Ouch.” she groaned pulling her ribs. “I'm fine.” she gave herself a pep talk getting into the shower. She took a long shower trying to get herself to calm down. I'm fine. She said to herself. I'm fine. I'm fine. I can do this. She talked herself through her mini panic attack getting dressed slowly walking downstairs to see him sitting on the couch with several of his friends playing the video games she had suggested.

“Hey Em.” he said over the controller.

“I'm going to go to the other room.” she told him with a sigh.

“I'm glad you're okay...” one of his friends said over the video game.

“Yeah me too.” she said a bit dejected by his reaction to her. She reached for the remote turning on the tv. She switched to a movie selecting a horrible comedy that she would watch with her brother and sister when she was younger. She stretched out on the couch with her phone texting her sister complaining about how her day was unfolding. Toward the middle of the day she got up to get something to eat seeing his group of friends still sitting on the couch yelling and screaming at the tv.

“Em? “ she heard Aubrey ask for her.

“What?” she answered turning to hm to see him giving her a sympathetic smile. He stood up walking over to her leaning down to look into her eyes.

“Hi.” he smiled leaning down to kiss her lightly.

“Hi.” she whispered back.

“I'm being a jerk. I'll get everyone home and we can watch the Sandlot...okay?” he whispered back feeling her nod her head against his chest. “I'll be right back, stay here. Make me something sweet.” he said glancing at the refrigerator that had some ice cream in it. About thirty minutes later he walked into the kitchen seeing her sitting at the kitchen table with her phone.  “Hey sexy.” he smiled sitting across from her. “Let's see those wedding things...”

“So...” she said moving her chair over to him with her phone.

“This would be so much more comfortable in bed.” he told her. “Plus it's so cold...we'd warm up...”

“Are you using me to go take a nap?” she laughed at him struggling to get up.

“No....” he said with a bit of hesitation. “No. Really. Let's go upstairs and you tell me everything you want...”

“Really....” she said letting him touch her gently leading her to the bedroom. “I just want....” she said reaching for an ipad as they neared the bed. She sat down Indian style swiping through a few windows handing him a picture of a beach at sunrise.

“That's so early...” he responded.

“But then we get to celebrate all day and all night...” she said. “I love the sunrise. Running in the morning...swimming in the morning....riding in the morning..driving in the morning. It's so different than at night....” she said. “Sunset is so dark. It's like the start of a new day....a new life..a new everything...”

“Hmmm.” he thought looking at the picture again. “I like your perspective.” he said handing it back to her. “But I don't know if I can commit to getting married at like 6 in the morning...”

“It's more like 5:30....” she answered with a smile. “Pleassseeee.” she pleaded. “Just think...you get the whole wedding day...not just like the night...but the whole day....”

“Tell me what else....” he said changing the subject.

“And then breakfast would be a huge Hawaiian breakfast and whatever you want because I know you do it big....” she told him. “And then we change and do the beach all day and night. And have like a chill day with the boats and surfing and paddle boards...and you can have your big fancy dinner. With everyone....and they can come and go, stay as long as they want...and then like close to the end of the night we go off and do our married thing...”

“Hmmm.” he thought. “ I think you've already decided....”

“Ehhh....” she shrugged. “Maybe.”

“God...you're the worst...” he said burying his head into her neck kissing her. “Whatever you want, Many.”

She laughed at the way he was kissing her as his hands moved to her side making her laugh even harder as he gently led her to lay on the bed. He moved his lips to her cheek and then to her lips feeling her body underneath him. It was so familiar with her soft skin and thick hair tangled in his fingers. Her lips tasted like strawberries and she smelled like coconut. He felt her small body relax underneath him as she kissed him back, her tongue tangled with his. His hands moved down to her cheek feeling tears coming down her cheek. “Emme....” he stopped looking down at her moving away from her watching her cringe in pain as she started to sit up.

“I didn't want to make you mad...it was perfect....” she responded. “I didn't want to ruin it...it was perfect...”

“Emanuelle...” he drew out her name in the same way that always made her melt. “No...”

“This wouldn't be this way if I hadn't had been so stupid....” she told him looking into his eyes. He frowned at her trying to make her feel better. He reached for her bruised and battered hand. “No matter what, Many....it will be okay.”

“Yeah. I hope so.” she answered wiping away her tears.

“But you know what I Can do that won't hurt you?” he asked her.

“What?” she asked a bit confused.

“Take a nap with you.” he responded laying his head on her shoulder. “I'll even let you use me as a pillow.”

“Yeah. That works.” she said reaching over for a pillow. “I am kind of tired.”

“Yeah. That's about what I thought.” he answered her kissing her head.

“How long are you going to be here until you have stuff?” she asked him not giving him the chance to answer. “Nevermind. I forgot about Coachella.”

“Yeah. That. And this summer and a couple other things. But....” he tried to cover his bases making sure that he didn't cause her an anxiety. “I'll be here....I don't want you to go home, Em...”

“No, that wasn't what I was thinking. That's the last place I need to be.” she answered.

“But you could just come with....” he suggested.

“Nope. Never going to happen.” she laughed. “My mom never did it, I'm never going to do it.”

“Come to Coachella, though?” he asked.

“Maybe.” she yawned.

“Yeah. Okay.” he said running his fingers along her waist. “I don't ever want to wake up next to anyone but you, Many.”

“God, stop kissing ass, Aubs.” she giggled twisting her body to kiss him. “I'm really not that tired....” she said running her fingers along his shirt getting up from the bed. “But I know you are.” she leaned down kissing his forehead. “You need to catch up on your sleep, boo. “

“Just lay with me then....” he said to her reaching for her hand feeling her fall into the bed with him.

“You win.” she laughed laying back where she was before. “Tell me about your trip...”

“So....” he started talking for almost the rest of the afternoon with his arms wrapped around her and her body laying perfectly on him.

#Drake #Drake fanfiction

[fromtime-ff]

Hey I just read all of the chapters! Love the story so far, are you still updating? x

I will eventually. I’m just super busy training for a triathlon. It will be over in about a month and a half so I should have a bit more time. xD Thank you for reaing! 

#Anonymous

[fromtime-ff]

Chapter 104

Aubrey took a deep sigh reaching for the door knob to his mother's house. I don't know what I'm going to walk in to...He thought to himself hearing Emme's voice in the kitchen talking to his mother. “Hey hey hey...” he sang leaning down to kiss his mother's cheek quickly then reaching for Emme kissing her lightly. “Hi, beautiful.” he said touching her swollen cheek.

“Just don't hug me. It still hurts.” she said to him.

“But you don't hurt do you, mom?” he said hugging his mother.

“No, sweetheart. I'm doing well.” she told him watching him sit down next to Emme at the island in the kitchen. He reached over to reach Emme's hand feeling her smile a little. “What are you cooking?” he asked.

“Not sure yet.” Sandi said holding up a few things. “Which would you like? Why don't you two stay here for dinner and then you can get Emanuelle's things and head home?”

“That would be fine.” Emme said walking over to grab what they had chosen to eat. “What are we doing with that?” she asked still not 100% sure how Aubrey and his mother cooked. She knew exactly what spices they used.

A few hours later Aubrey held onto several bags that Emme had brought to his mother's house. “You looked happy in there, Em.” he told her as they got into his car.

“I am.” she said to him.

“Real happy or just kind of happy for now?” he asked her.

“I don't know.” she answered. “Please don't make me cry.” she told him in a shaky voice.

“I didn't mean to, Em....” he said sweetly. “I just noticed you smiled a lot. And you were super talkative. And I just haven't seen you like that in a long time.” he told her. “That's all I want is you to be happy.”

“I am...” she said. “I'm very...” she paused. “No, if I said that I'd be lying. I'm nervous about what's going to happen at work, I'm nervous about you being home, I'm scared about getting married, I'm scared about what you're doing next, I get worried about my family and how they are....I get scared about everything...” she rambled for almost ten minutes until they got to their home. She watched him get out of the car starting to move slowly feeling a little sore from the short amount of time she was in the car.

“Wait wait....” he responded running to her side of the car. “I got you, girl.” he smiled opening the door reaching for her hand. “My lady....” he got her to smile as he moved his hands along her waist to help her get up. Forgetting that she had broken ribs he leaned in to hug her and kiss her.

“Oww, oww oww.” she groaned as he pulled away from her.

“Oh, Em. I'm sorry.” he tried to smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I'm okay.” she said catching her breath wiping away a few tears that fell from the pain he caused. “Just don't touch me for a little bit.” she said a bit frustrated walking in front of him.

“Ugh. Emme.” he said under his breath watching her turn around placing her hands on her hips responding to his frustration. “What? You were the one that got upset.” he said flatly.  

“Wouldn't you be upset too?” she asked him in her angry tone that usually led to more crying.

“Sit down, Emanuelle....” he said in a sharp tone. “You're going to get even more upset....I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you....”

“I don't need to sit down.” she snapped.

“I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I think if you sit down, Emanuelle we can talk about what's going on...” he said walking toward her. He looked into her eyes seeing the pain she was in, both physically and mentally. All he wanted to do was hold onto her and make everything go away, but that was exactly what she didn't want.

“What?” she asked seeing him stop midstep.

“I don't know what you want me to do, Emanuelle.” he said taking a sigh feeling defeated. “I get close to you and you get upset and then if I'm not here you go and lose your shit. What do you want?” he asked almost starting to yell at her.

“Are you yelling at me?” she asked.

“I might be.” he said. “I just got home from a 16 hour fucking flight to come and take care of you, Many. And then you just pull this fucking shit. I can't deal.” he said watching her face drop with his honesty.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Em! You did this to yourself! You were speeding, you weren't being careful! If you ha just had it together then you wouldn't be like this right now.” he said not thinking before he spoke.

“Maybe I should just go home.” she told him standing completely still shocked by what he said. “I have two more weeks until I need to be back at work. And then I can get an apartment. Or something.”

“Ugh. Em. Get over it.” he groaned following her upstairs trying to grab her hand to stop her. “Plus all your stuff is already in the bags downstairs...”

“Oh. You're right. Then maybe I should get those.” she said cringing in pain as she brushed her broken hand against a wall wobbling a little losing her balance falling toward him. “Ugh. Stop.” she responded bending down slowly for the bags. She picked them up reaching for her phone to go to an airline website to book a flight.

“You can't drive, Emanuelle....how are you going to get there?” he asked.

“I'll call Renee. She'll come.” Emme said pressing buttons on her phone.

“She's in New York.” he said to her. “With everyone else.” he said referring to the small group of friends she had.

“Some of the girls in my group will.” she said putting her ear up to her phone. “Hey, Jen...” she said reaching for the front door. “What are you doing?”

“Ugh.” he sighed sitting down in the living room waiting for her to come back in contemplating calling Miranda. He laid his head back on the couch closing his eyes thinking to himself about calling Miranda drifting into a soft sleep. In what felt like a few seconds he felt a pillow hit him.

“Wake up.” he heard her voice opening his eyes seeing her sitting in a chair across from him.

“Did you find someone to take you to the airport?” he asked with a yawn.

“No. I'm not going.” she said softly feeling defeated.

“What changed?” he asked sitting up to look at her seeing her a bit more calm then she was when they arrived home.

“Jen told me to call Miranda. So I did. We talked. I'm sorry I was so horrible to you.” she said trying to smile moving to stand up to get over to him. “We talked about being hurt and how like I'm taking that frustration out on you.” she said sitting down next to him laying her head on his chest. “And she's right. I take it out on you because I feel safe with you. And even when you yell you aren't going to hurt me.” she continued to ramble about what they said not hearing him respond like he usually would. “Aww....” she turned to see him breathing lightly completely asleep.”Aubs...” she said rubbing his shoulder. “Come on....let's go to bed....” she said to him seeing his eyes open a little.

“uh huh. Yeah. Okay, Many.” he said not moving.

“Come on, let's go to bed...” she said again reaching for his hand feeling his clutch hers. Owww owww owwww owwww. She could feel tears coming down her cheek but didn't say anything as he followed her upstairs. “I know you're tired. We can sleep all day tomorrow to get you caught up.” she said watching him get undressed still half awake. She reached for some of her own clothing moving slowly cringing as she moved her clothes over her torso.

“Hang on....” he said now fully awake walking up behind her moving her clothes effortlessly over her body not touching her skin making sure she wasn't in pain. Instead of crying from pain she felt tears falling down her cheeks in awe of what he was doing after they had fought earlier in the evening. How does he put up with my shit? She thought to herself turning around to hug him. She wrapped her arms around him feeling a comfort that she hadn't felt since before he had proposed. She felt his hands gently reach around her back and his lips touch the top of her head.

“I love you.” she whispered against his chest feeling like she could stand there forever, just the two of them.

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[fromtime-ff]

Chapter 103

“Emme...”  Benny whispered a few days later.  

“Huh?” she asked half awake. “Daddy?” she asked.

“I'm right here, Emanuelle.” he said running his fingers along her arm.

“How long have you been here? Did you talk to Sandi?” she asked.

“Just a few minutes and of course I did, we're in her house...” he told her. “I'm really not sure what to say to you, Em...” he said helping her sit up in the cushy white washed bed.

“Why does this keep happening?” she asked him. “I think everything is okay and then something causes me just to flip the hell out....”

“I don't know, Emanuelle...” he said to her. “I don't think we will ever know. I'm just glad...I mean...this was just a way to keep you together. You were seriously going to hurt yourself and others...”

“You don't need to tell me that again. Everyone keeps telling me that.” she said in a snarky sarcastic tone.

“Okay, Many. I understand.” he said to her looking down at her legs. “It's going to take some time to get you going again...”

“How do I keep myself from losing it when all I can do is sit and watch tv and be online?” she asked.

“I know what I would do...” he smiled. “I would write. I would write until my fingers fell off.”

“But I don't write...” she said. “I don't sing...”

“I think all my kids do...” he smiled handing her a leather bound notebook. “This is for you.”

“But what if I want to use my phone?” she asked.

“Then use your phone.” he said taking her phone. “How do you use this?” he asked.

“Just like any other phone...” she said sliding it to show the home screen. “It's just easier to get the melody if you sing it on your phone.”

“If that's what works...” he said to her.

“Is mom coming? Or the twins or anyone else?” Emme suddenly got nervous.

“No, baby. Just me.” he told her.

“Thank God. I would drive off a mountain top if everyone showed up.” she told him.

“Not that your mother hasn't asked me to text her every ten minutes to tell her how you are doing...but Sandi and Aubrey talked to her about staying in California.”

“Thank God.” she half laughed. “Did I say that before?”

“Yes, yes you did, Em.” her father said to her. “Is there anything you need?” he asked her.

“Just some medicine...” she said to her father. “It's out there....” she lifted her arm up to point. Benny walked out to grab the medicine and a bottle of water handing her the bottle and the medicine. “You didn't have to come out here...”

“I did. Sandi told me I had to come or else she was going to steal you.” he said to her.

“Oh?” she answered hearing her phone start to buzz. “It's Aubs...” she said trying to reach for her phone unsuccessfully.

“Here...I'll be back.” Benny said leaving the room.

“Hey...” she said in a soft voice hearing music blaring in the background. “Ugh. Your ass called me...” she moaned reaching to end the phone call.

“Many, no!” he laughed at her stepping away from the music.

“What time is it?” she asked him.

“It's just a little before midnight, Many...oh my god. They have tigers and monkeys and shit. Like would you let me get a monkey?” he asked like a child.

“Dude, you're not Michael Jackson.” she answered him.

“True. True.” he said nodding his head smiling at some of the girls that walked passed him.

“Are the girls hot?” she asked him knowing in his tone that he was distracted.

“Em. Stop.” he said to her. “How are you?”

“I'm going fucking crazy being stuck in here.” she told him. “It's above zero and I want to be outside.”

“I'll be home in two days. Then we can lay on the couch and watch movies until you get better.” he said to her.

“And lots of ice cream.” she told him with a laugh.

“Yes, lots of ice cream.” he answered her winking at the girls across the way.

“Aubs...stop.” she said feeling herself starting to cry.

“I'm not doing anything.” he told her.

“Ugh. No. Those girls. I know where they are. I don't know what they look like but you're flirting with them while I'm here in your mother's guest room unable to move without the help of your mother or my father....who by the way is here...” she paused. “And I know you were with some groupie fangirls when you were in Perth. I saw the pictures. I just wasn't feeling well enough to bring it up. God. Aubrey. What the fuck. We're getting married. If you weren't ready then you shouldn't have asked. I'll give my dad the ring back if it's what you want.”

“Emanuelle, shut up.” he said forgetting that he was able to get her mad very easily.

“Shut up? You shut up.” she yelled back at him. “God.”

“Em.” he paused realizing that she wasn't playing games with him. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” he responded.

“Just....I don't know. I'm sorry.” she said crying. “It just keeps going back and forth and I can't fix it.”

“Oh, Many....” he answered her sweetly. “Two days, baby girl. And I'll be there. You can cry all you want with me.”

“Okay.” she said sniffing away her tears.

“I love you, Ems. You're my everything.” he told her.

“Quit quoting your songs.” she said to him with a slight giggle.

“You are my songs, Emanuelle. I'm just quoting you, baby.” he told her.

“I don't want to keep you from all your lions and tigers and bears. I'm going to go to sleep.” she told him. “I love you. Don't do anything crazy while you're in Saudi Arabia...I kind of need you.”

“I need you too, Many. Feel better.” he said softly into the phone.

“I'll try. I...” she paused not wanting to say I love you again.

“I'll say it a hundred times for everyone one time you say it, Ems. I love you too. Good night.”

“Good night.” she sighed ending the call.

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[fromtime-ff]

Chapter 102

“Emmmmm....” Aubrey whined in the phone a few minutes later. “Keep it together for two more weeks, baby. I'll be home soon....” he said to her.

“Keep it together?” she asked a bit upset. “What do you mean? I was coming to a stop and someone rear ended me that caused me to rear end them....and then as I was getting out their car slid and hit the back of me....I didn't do anything....”

“Em...” he paused. “You were speeding. Don't even lie.”

“Yeah. I was going fast. I needed to get away from Miranda but I wasn't going thaaatttt fast. It wasn't like I was going to run away from it or anything.” she pleaded with him.

“Emanuelle....everything is okay. I'm not upset at you. I'm just..Em...what's wrong?”

“I don't know....” she started to cry cringing in pain. “I know I haven't slept and I know I miss you sooo much but I don't know....I don't know what is going on....she can just give me more medicine...”

“Em....I don't know what to say, baby.” he answered.

“I just have to get better or whatever.” she told him. “I sprained my ankle really bad and am bruised like crazy....” she told him.

“Em, of course you do. But you have to really get better.” he said to her. He heard her tears in the background making his heart break from across the world.

“I'm never going to get better. Every time I think I'm better something else happens. I made it a month before something happened. A month. That's like the best I can do. Just set your fucking alarm. It's going to happen.”

“Emanuelle...I don't know what to do for you....” he told her. “It's breaking my heart. I can't be there, ma. I can't be there. I just can't fucking be there...” he said almost yelling. “God damnit.”

“You getting mad isn't going to make it better.” she sobbed. “You can't make me better, I can't make me better.

“Ugh. Fuck. Em.” he said to her pacing back and forth in the small room he was in. “I don't know if I can do this knowing that you're not okay....”

“No. You're going to do it. You're staying there. It's the first time you've been there. You have to see it. The fans deserve it. You deserve to see them. I'm safe in the hospital. Or at least right now I am....” she paused. “I'm safe. I'm safe here and I am going to work on getting better. I promise you. When I get off the phone I'm going to go to sleep.”

“I don't need the promises, Emanuelle. I just need you, baby girl.” he said finally sitting down on a side walk. “I just need you.”

“I need you too.” she sniffed.

“Go to sleep, baby.” he responded.

“I'll try.” she said to him laying her head back on the uncomfortable pillow. “Do you want to talk to your mom? She just came in....”

“Yeah... sure.” he answered.

“Hang on....” she started to hand the phone to Sandi.

“I love you, Em.” he said to her. “Be strong, ma.”

“I love you too.” she said handing the phone over to Sandi.

“Oh, Aubrey. How are you?” Sandi answered waving to Emme.

“Go and talk about me.” Emme tried to laugh pulling at a bruise cringing.

“We will.” she mouthed at Emme with a wink that reminded Emme of something Aubrey would do.

“How is she, mom?” he asked.

“She's going to be okay. She doesn't know it, but she's going to come home with me. And I already talked to her dad. He's coming up soon. He's got some things going on but he's going to come up here.”

“But please tell me her mother or Damaris aren't coming...please...” he said almost desperately.

“No. I know her well enough to know not to have all three of them together.” Sandi told him.

“Thank God.” he sighed. “I think her dad will be good for her. “What really happened, mama?”

“She was speeding, she was weaving in and out of traffic, she doesn't know where she was going, but she must have been trying to get away from something. She caught traffic and she was slowing down. Everyone around said she slammed on her brakes and tried to swerve out of the way but still clipped the car in front of her. And then a few cars behind her hit her. She was fine. The person in front was fine. It would have been minor if the other cars hadn't hit her. But she started to get out of the car and as she was getting out the glass broke and the door smashed her whole little body in. She has two broken ribs, she has two stress fractures in her leg and one in her hand and she did sprain her ankle and the rest of her body is bruised. She's purple and blue all over.”

“Forget I asked. Now I don't want to know.” he said. “I'm just going to worry about her for the rest of my time here...god damnit.”

“Oliver is here, a couple people from work are here for her. She has people to help her, Aubrey. I know she wants you to keep going. Do it for her, Aubrey. Please.”

“Okay. Okay.” he said. “It's going to be hard...but I can do it.”  

“Okay, Aubrey. I love you.” Sandi said heading back toward Emme's hospital room.

“Tell her I love her again. And I love you too, mom.” he told her.

“We love you too. Bye, Aubrey.” she said hanging up the phone. “So I heard you're going to take a nap....” Sandi said sitting down next to Emme.

“I'm going to try.” Emme smiled.

**

Later that evening Aubrey took the stage for his show. He wasn't sure how he was going to get through it and he wasn't sure how he was going to address the crowd knowing that Emmanuelle was hurting so badly. He lowered his head mumbling into his earpiece to tell everyone backstage what he was going to do, deviating from what they had planned. “So...” he lifted his head up. “I asked my mom a while back about people making fun of me for being emotional. She said I'm a sensitive soul. And if there ain't anything else truer than that.” he half laughed into the mic. “Everyone here knows that I have my girl....” he paused hearing all the girls start to scream. “My girl, Emanuele.” he said. “And she got a little hurt today. You know, the weather is cold in the 6. And the ice and the snow and all that shit. It really messed oher up. She's fine...she'll be fine. But, I just want her to know that, baby, Emme. I'll take care of you....” he said hearing awws and screams as he moved into Take Care.

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[fromtime-ff]

damn. is the person she hit okay?

I don't know...we'll have to wait and see. :) 

#Anonymous

[fromtime-ff]

Chapter 101

I feel like Emme has been too stable for too long.... 

“You know what I like about being in New Zealand?” Aubrey asked Emme a few weeks later.

“What?” she asked sitting at the kitchen table poking at left over food.

“I can talk to you when you're awake. It's noon here...and it's like afternoon yesterday for you. You're not asleep and you're not up at some absurd silly hour. I kind of love it.”

“I love it, too.” she laughed at him. “It's not like when you're in Europe and it's all sorts of messy.”

“And all the weather and the changes and stuff. I just wish you could have been here.” he half whined.

“I'm doing fine.” she said to him. “You're doing fine. It's 3 more weeks.” she responded with a smile through the phone.

“I love your confidence, Em. When you got it you go it, girl.” he said.

“Are you gonna write that down?” she asked him. “I liked that.”

“Yeah. I'll write it down.” he said fumbling to get to his blackberry while talking on his iphone.

“Why don't you just take a note on your phone?” she asked. “Wait. Nevermind. I don't want you to write a song about blackberries versus iphones.”

“Hey! Rude!” he responded playfully.

“You're so sensitive.” she moaned. “Your mom was so right when we were over there a while back. And oh. She's cooking for me. I love your mom.”

“Shit. I haven't called her today.” he replied.

“You have a little bit of time still.” she told him. They continued to talk for the next hour while he sat and ate lunch and she sat and picked at her dinner.

**

A few days later Emme sat at working recording voice overs and small sections of their morning show  when one of her co-workers, Michelle, walked in interupting her. “Em...”

“I was in the middle of something...” Emme looked up wearing thick rimmed glasses, her hair in a bun and several different sweaters on.

“I know. But you sounded kind of slow. I don't know what's wrong with you....” she told her.

“Nothing is wrong.” she answered. “I'm fine. I'll go over them again.” she said yawning.  “But..yeah. I have to hurry I need to go talk to Miranda today.”

“Yeah. Finish it up.” Michelle told her. “Just hurry up.” she said a bit frustrated.

About an hour later Emme walked toward her car to go to see her therapist. She put on her music loudly and drowned out the frustration she had in the studio with the sounds of voices and instruments.

“So...” Miranda said readjusting herself in her chair a few minutes later. “You look a bit tired.”

“I'm not.” Emme answered. “I'm okay.”

“It's the 27th....when did you last sleep, Emanuelle?” Miranda asked very pointedly.

“Why does it matter?” she yawned reaching for her head. “I'm just a bit light headed. I'll be fine.”

“It matters because you're headed into a spiral of something...” Miranda answered. “I don't know what is going to happen but you haven't slept since the last time we saw each other and you've lost at least 5 pounds in the last week....”

“I have three more weeks until he's back. I'm fine. What's a few pounds? I'm getting married. I have to fit into a dress sometime. I napped yesterday. I think I laid on the couch for like an hour...”  she continued to minimize her manic symptoms.

“Is anyone at home with you, Emanuelle?” Miranda asked.

“No.” she answered. “I'm fine. I'm fine.”  

“I don't want you to leave here angry at me, but I am getting the feeling that you are after I tell you that you're within hours of a crisis if you don't accept any help.” Miranda told her.

“Can't you just get me more medicine? Like can't I just up it? I'm fine.” Emme told her.

“Well, since I'm not a doctor, that's not something I can do.” Miranda told her. “And you said you didn't want to use medicine as a crutch the last time we talked...”

“Fuck that.” Emme said. “Just give me the medicine. If it will get you off my back about this shit then I'll do it. But that's it. I don't need anyone to watch me. I'm a fucking grown-up.”

“You know being a grown-up comes with tough decisions.” Miranda told her.

“I don't have any decisions to make. I'm fine.” she said standing up. “Whatever. You're right I am going to leave angry.”

“I'll see you on Monday.” Miranda told her waving good-bye.

“Ugghhhhhh.” she groaned getting into the car starting to drive quickly down the highway through the blowing snow and freezing air. “I'm fucking fine. How does this woman have a degree?” she asked herself weaving in and out of traffic suddenly coming up on a long line of traffic. Slamming on her brakes she felt the car wobble on patches of ice as she slid into the back of another car. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh my god, oh my god, what the hell oh god...” she started to shake feeling something push her car even further into the shoulder of the highway. Through the back impact of the car hitting her she could feel her head falling toward the steering wheel into the deploying air bag.

**

“Owwwwwww.” she whined in what felt like a few minutes later. Squinting her eyes she felt the bright hospital light hitting her eyes. Off to the side she saw a small body a bit of a distance from her.

“Emanuelle, are you okay?” she heard Sandi's voice and soft hand touch hers. “Em...I called your parents....”

“Owwww. Whyyyyy.” she whined again opening her eyes realizing that she was in the hospital. “Did she do this?” Emme asked. “Miranda. She did this because she wanted me to be with someone....she thinks i'm losing it....”

“Emanuelle....” Sandi said softy to her. “I don't know what Miranda said to you....” she touched Emme's forehead pushing a bit of hair out of her face. “You were speeding and you hit someone on the highway.....and then when you were about to get out of the car someone rear ended you driving 104....”

“Miles?” Emme asked. “How am I alive?”

“Kilometers, Emme.” Sandi said. “But it's still fast.”

“I'm really tired.” Emme tried to change the subject. “Can I sleep or do they not want me to?” she asked.

“We need to keep you awake a bit longer, Emanuelle.” Sandi said.

“Do we have to talk about what happened?” Emme asked.

“Of course not, dear. Tell me about the wedding...Aubrey told me you want to get married in Hawaii....I'm sure it will be beautiful. I Haven't been to Hawaii since the 90s...”

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[fromtime-ff]

Chapter 100

ugh I forgot it was chapter 100 so it's not monumental or anything. But there is some sex (yah?) 

“Valentine's Day!” Emme yelled at Aubrey early in the morning in a hotel room in New York City. “Happy Valentine's Day!” she sang to him in a perfect pitch she inherited from her father leaning down to kiss him.

“Did you like have Red Bull?” he asked her moaning in a sleepy voice not getting up. “God damn, Emanuelle.”

“I'm fine.” she told him walking toward the small table in the big hotel room they were in. No. I'm freaking out. She thought to herself. But I don't know why...she said to herself scrolling through her phone. “You haven't read through your instagram posts yet have you?” she asked reading him a few about his recently released mixtape. “They're going offf.”

“They went off yesterday, Em. You were going off.” he told her rolling onto his back to sit up.

“Why do you keep getting tattoos?” she asked changing the subject looking at his arm.

“Says the girl with 10 of them.” he told her.

“Hey, they're to cover things up not just to have them.” she defended herself. “Are you going to get up?” she asked him. “Because....” she said laying on top of his stomach with the covers still over him looking into his sleepy eyes. He wrapped his arms around her holding her where she ways kissing her lightly. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing. Quit taking care of me. I wanna take care of you....” she said moving her hands down the blankets to feel his body kissing him back. “It's been too long...you just kind of disappeared after Miami to finish your stuff....” she said sitting up on him. “I just missed you. This is the longest we've been together in a while....” she paused. “And even last night it wasn't like we were together...we went to dinner and then you had your thing and then we came here....I just miss you.”

“Aww, Em....” he smiled at her puling her on top of him hugging her just holding onto her for a second before flipping on on the bed. “I need to brush my teeth and then you're mine...” he winked at her feeling her follow behind him and her hand on his butt. “Damn, baby.”

“I'm not getting all fifty shades on you or anything...it was just an ass grab. Damn.” she replied rolling her eyes as she brushed her teeth with him.

“Give me this....” he responded pulling her tooth brush out of her hand kissing her.

“Ewwww.” she pulled away. “I'm going to choke...” she coughed spitting out her toothpaste.

“Yeah. I didn't think that through, did I?” he asked watching her turn around after clearing her throat. “God, damn....” he sighed. “You are perf in the morning....” he said picking her up setting her on the bathroom sink dragging his fingers through her hair.

“Are you just going to look at me like you just met me or are you going to do something else?” she asked him sarcastically.

“Honestly?” he asked her. “It's been a while, girl....” he told her. “I just forgot how beautiful you are....” he said moving his fingers to her nose to her lips. “But naw. You're gonna get it, baby.” he said kissing her while picking her up to throw her on the bed. He moved her shirt up to kiss her stomach and she pushed the sleeveless muscle tee he had on up to dig into his back. He left trails of kisses against her skin between her breasts moving slowly up to each of them sucking on them gently as she pulled her shirt off. He moved back down trailing his tongue against the areas he already had touched down to her cotton shorts pushing them down slowly, along with her cotton aqua blue panties moving his hands between her thighs. He kissed each of her inner thighs and back in between her legs.

“God, you are a legend.” she breathed wrapping her legs around his back as he moved his lips against hers quickly and lightly until she suddenly felt him push his fingers inside her finding the exact spot that he knew would make her cum. “Just stay.....” she moaned. “Just stay there....” Oh shit. I'm going to cum so hard. She thought to herself. Oh my god. Oh my god. She thought as she breathed heavily moving her hands to his head trying to grab onto the little bit of hair he had.

“No, you're the legend.....” he smirked pulling his finger up from her thighs. “You good now, baby?” he asked standing up to take off his shirt.

“I was ready when I woke up, Aubs.” she said watching him drop his pants. She reached her hand up to grab his hardness for a second as he laid down on top of her moving inside her. “Owwwwwww.” she groaned. “Oh god, it's been like 3 weeks....” she moaned feeling him move inside her slowly hearing him moan quietly as he moved inside her. “Let me get on top...” she demanded. “It doesn't feel right.”

“God damn...” he sighed watching her get on top of him laying down on his chest to kiss him. “Thank you.” she smiled moving her hips to find the perfect spot for both of them as his hands moved up to her chest. “Good choice, baby...” he told her moving his hands down to he hips moving her to whatever rhythm he was feeling. “Right.....” he paused moaning. “Oh Emmanuelle....there....” he said pulling her down on top of him to thrust into her. She moved her hands to the head board bracing herself for whatever he had to give her next. Through his thrusts he reached up to peel her hands off of the head board throwing her under him, all while still inside her.

“Damn, that's some coordination.” she complimented him.

“I try.” he smiled kissing her lingering on her lips not moving. Got him. She mentally cheered herself on knowing he was going to lay on her chest for at least the next two minutes without saying anything to her.

“You know...I get a lot of thinking done when I lay on top of you after I cum....” he joked with her still not moving.

“What do you think about?” she asked rubbing his back.

“You...” he told her. “You and how lucky I am to have held onto you....” he said moving a little to look into her eyes. “I didn't tell you how proud I am of you....”

“What did I do?” she asked him.

“Just everything....you're everything. My everything...our everything.” he told her.

“I'm so confused...” she said giving him a weird look as he rolled over onto the other side of the bed laying his hand on her body.

“Like...you...before...with us not being with each other all the time...like last year....I think we have this thing figured out.” he told her.

“Well don't get too comfortable. I could lose it at anytime.” she winked at him getting up. “But not today.” she said putting on a pair of underwear. “Come take a shower with me.....”

**

“Look cute tonight.” Emme leaned over to tell Aubrey as they sat down on the front court line of the Barclay's Center for the All Star Game. “There's going to be so many pictures...”

“I'm thinking of doing one of these again....” he said handing her a picture of him looking awkward at a game.

“Oh my god. Just let me know if I do it...” she said to him with a laugh reaching for his hand as some other celebrities starting taking their seats near them.

“You look gorgeous tonight, Emmanuelle.” he said reaching for her hand touching her engagement ring.

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[fromtime-ff]

omggggg im a new reader and i am so happy i did all that digging to find this fanfic it is sooooooo good!!! i am so excited for this wedding and for them to have kids and their family in the 6 lol you have to continue this fanfic even if you dont get much feedback i need this lol and i feel like this story is just developing there is so much i am curious about and want to see play out i love it great job

I know what's going to happen, it's just a matter of whether I publish it all or if it just stays in my head. But I'll try to keep it all up for the few of you reading. Thank you so much for reading! 

#Anonymous

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heyyy new reader im on chapter 80 now and i have to say i lovee this story its so unique and has so many great elements to it im so hooked... first off i love that this is kind of like bringing mental health awareness at the sametime as being entertaining and i appreciate that majoring in psychology so this is pretty cool. i also love how even tho she is involved in the music industry we still see her struggling with dating a rapper as all girls do. they are just too cute together seriously pt1

#Anonymous

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pt2 i legit am obsessed with their relationship like their fights arent even real fights at first i used to be so confused but now im like omggggg so cute because they can never stay mad at each other its amazing.. your story reminds me so much of jhene aikos song spotless mind if you dont already know it you should listen it (and her whole album im obsessed with her too lol) literally is the soundtrack to your story great job ps. do you have a character list aubs descriptions are not enough lol

Awww. Thanks! I don't have any character pages, but google Bruno Mars's sisters and you'll get an idea of what Emme looks like (side note Emme is the baby in one of my Bruno Mars stories so it's kind of like a continuation of that one but in the present day..does that makes sense?) Anyway. Thank you so much for reading and good luck with school! I majored in psychology too. :) 

#Anonymous

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post imreading

:) Okay!

#Anonymous

[fromtime-ff]

Update please!

Maybe soon. 

#Anonymous

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Yo. I don't know if anyone is reading? Do I write a new chapter or let this just sit in internet purgatory?