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Never Thought

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: IM A GODDAMN MACHINE also fic named after this song :D

Summary: You meet the Millers [3.5k]

Warnings: questionable Hollywood motives, Joel being vulnerable, the cutest goddamn found family, probably incorrect foster case/adoption timeline, talks of the foster care system, Tommy being a little shit, yearning idiots

Trouble in Paradise? Everything We Know About the Fight Between Everyone's Favorite Couple

Joel Miller Spotted Landing in LAX ALONE

Lucky Guitarist in Central Park Saw Joel Miller and Girlfriend Before Leaving Her in NYC: "They looked pretty in love when I saw them."

"Do you realize how bad this looks?!" Melanie asks as she paces behind her desk. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, fighting a headache, as she spirals. "Rumors are flying around that you guys had a massive argument backstage at the Tonight Show, and he left because he was pissed at you." 

"That's not even close to what happened." You say, and she throws her arms up.

"Please, tell me what happened then because I've been fielding calls from major news outlets wanting to know what we have to say." 

"His kid had an emergency. He went home early to take care of her. We didn't argue or have a falling out or anything like that. We actually had a really nice time."

"What kind of emergency?" She asks with a hawk-like determination in her eyes. Times like this make you realize that you never want to get on Melanie's bad side. When she's like this, she's absolutely lethal.

"I don't know." You shrug.

"You don't know?"

"It's not like we had a chance to talk about it! I did the interview, and by the time I was done, he was already on the way to the airport. He texted me that night to apologize and let me know that something was happening with his youngest."

"And it couldn't have been handled without him? If she needed her dad to come all the way home, she better have a fucking good reason."

"She's fourteen, Mel!" You snap, tired of hearing how much his leaving early affected her when something happened with his family. "Jesus Christ, she's a baby, and you're talking about her like she's an adult, which, even if she was, she has a right to call her dad for help," you say. She crosses her arms over her chest as she thinks, and you grab your bag from your chair. "I know these aren't the best circumstances, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you blame a child for a decision her father made." You wait for her to say more or argue with you, but she doesn't. You take a deep breath and reach for the door, more than ready to leave her and this conversation here.

"Why do you suddenly care so much about his kid?" She asks suddenly, and you turn to face her, your hand lingering on the doorknob. It feels like she's looking through you. Like she knows exactly what happened in New York but is waiting to see if you'll voluntarily come forward with it. "Wasn't a part of the contract to get involved with families." You shake your head and open the door.

"Then you shouldn't have paired me up with him." You say and leave her office. You're breathless by the time you get to your car. You've never left a conversation with Melanie like that, but you've also never heard her talk about a kid like that. It made your skin crawl to listen to her blame Ellie for just needing her dad. When the fuck did Hollywood get so ruthless that they have to use a fourteen-year-old as their scapegoat for something that's really not that big of a deal? 

You're fuming the whole way back to your house, and the LA traffic doesn't do anything to settle the anger in your chest. It's been three days since you got home from New York, and communication with Joel has been sparse. He let you know that he and the girls were okay and apologized again for leaving so abruptly, but that's been the extent of your conversation. Which is fine. You have laundry to do and scripts to read through. You're fine to keep busy, but sleep is a little harder to manage. 

You didn't realize that a couple nights sleeping in his arms would affect you so much. Now, every time you crawl into bed, the only thing you can think of is how big it is. Your dreams constantly replay your shared moments in New York, laughing together in the shower, walking hand-in-hand in Central Park, and the creases in the corners of his eyes. You didn't even realize that you were leaving space for a body that wasn't there until last night when you rolled into the cold space reserved for Joel and waited to hit his sleeping figure. For half a second, you considered getting a dog just so the house doesn't feel so empty.

You're folding laundry in your living room when your phone pings, interrupting the podcast you were listening to. You reach for it without a second thought, which you probably should've, considering you're still mad at Melanie, and see a text from Joel.

What are you doing tonight?

Joel Miller, you type. Are you trying to booty-call me?

Do you want me to booty-call you?

Maybe.

Well, I hate to disappoint, but I was gonna ask you to come visit the studio. I've got something I think you'll really like.

What's in it for me?

You leave your phone on the couch as you run upstairs to put your clean laundry away. You rush around your bedroom, stripping off the oversized, stained t-shirt you were wearing and putting on a vintage Talking Heads shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. You take a second to look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down stray flyaways and swiping a layer of mascara on before running back downstairs. You feel like a teenager getting ready to see the boy she likes, and something in the back of your head wants to be annoyed, but nothing can bat away the butterflies in your stomach. As you grab your purse and shoes, your phone lights up on the couch.

I've got a couple surprises up my sleeve.

Attachment: Location

You smile and tell him you're leaving now. His studio is in the heart of West Hollywood, and you have to stop at a security gate before you're allowed to park in the back next to Joel's car. Somewhere beyond the gates, a camera flashes as you enter the building and follow the studio numbers until you get to the one Joel told you he'd be in. You knock lightly on the door, trying to be polite, but someone on the other side rips the door open abruptly. A big laugh sounds from the other side, and suddenly you're face-to-face with a young man with long dark curls and big brown eyes. 

"Oh, hi. I'm sorry, I'm looking for..." you trail off, glancing inside the studio until you make eye contact with Joel. He smiles and waves you in. "Him."

"Oh, you must be the girl Joel's been hidin' from us!" The man in front of you sends Joel a look as he opens the door wider to let you in, a similar twang peeking through his voice. When you fully step into the room, two girls are sitting on the couch across from Joel's chair at the soundboard, and you immediately recognize them as Sarah and Ellie. Sarah looks up and sends you a soft smile while Ellie stays focused on the rubber band she's wrapping around her fingers.

"Don't you go scarin' her! We wanna keep this one," Joel says as he stands and walks over to you. "This is my brother, Tommy. Don't pay him any mind." He says, and Tommy takes one of your hands in both of his and shakes it. 

"Pleasure to meet you," Tommy says, and you smile, your brain finally catching you with the fact that you're meeting Joel's family.

"It's nice to meet you, too," you recover. "I didn't know all the Miller men were so handsome!"

"Oh, I like her,"

"Alright, that's enough," Joel scolds and you and Tommy laugh. Sarah stands and jostles Ellie as she does, making her misfire the rubber band at the soundboard, and Joel shoots her a look. She groans and stands beside Sarah, putting on a half-hearted smile. "And these are my daughters, Sarah and Ellie." 

"It's really nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you guys." 

"I wish we could say the same. This one," Sarah jerks her thumb in Joel's direction. "Is a master at dodging questions."

"Well, I love questions." You say. 

You all settle once introductions are done, and you find yourself in awe of the dynamic the four of them have. Tommy and Joel are so at ease with each other, messing around and teasing one another, but still able to have conversations about the album art or release dates. Sarah and Ellie bombard you with questions, occasionally butting into their father and uncle's conversation to give their own opinions. And their questions are not the run-of-the-mill interview questions. No, their questions are deep, thought-provoking, unique questions that you enjoy teasing out with them. Joel was right about Sarah being a little bit more extroverted because she dominates a lot of the conversation, which you love and tell her as much.

"So many people are afraid to ask about things they're really passionate about, so it's cool to see you be so curious." You say, and a little blush takes over her cheeks. 

"Thanks," she says. "I'm glad you don't think I talk too much."

"Not at all. I like hearing what you have to say." You say and watch as she fights a smile. You catch Joel's eyes watching over you and the girls, something flashing behind his irises, and you nod to let him know you're okay.

Ellie is a little quieter but really likes hearing about the more technical part of filming something. You tell her all you know about cameras and sound equipment, even promising to take her to set with you one day to show her everything because Lord knows the industry could use more women in production. Eventually, she feels comfortable enough to slump next to you in all her teenage posture, still fiddling with the rubber band.

"Want me to show you something?" You ask quietly, and she furrows her brows before nodding. You reach for the rubber band, which she reluctantly passes to you, and you slide down to copy her position on the couch. "So, the key to this is aim. Power isn't super important, but it's always a little bit more fun," you instruct as you slide the rubber band over your index finger and thumb. "So, what you want to do is lock onto your target, pull this back, and then let it go. Like this," You go over the steps slowly before aiming the rubber band at Joel's head and snapping back, sending it flying through the air until it hits him.

"Ow! The hell?" Joel screeches, and you and Ellie laugh. 

"That was amazing!" Sarah giggles beside you, and you three dissolve into stupid, silly laughter. Tommy shakes his head and looks at Joel with a smile.

"You gonna let them do that to you?" He asks, and Joel takes a deep breath, taking in the sight of the three of you having the time of your life on the couch.

"'M outnumbered now."

"Sure are."

As the night progresses and you and the girls further slip into delirious giggles, you feel more and more comfortable with them. You're not sure what you thought would happen if and when you met them, but this is so easy and fun. Sarah tells you about the colleges she's applying to, and Ellie complains about her fingers hurting from trying to learn to play guitar. You advise Sarah about applications and even offer to read over some of her admissions essays, citing your BFA as your sole qualification. You're about to ask Ellie to play for you when Joel checks the time on his watch and slaps his hand over the watch's face. 

"Alright, 's gettin' late, and you guys have school in the morning."

"But Dad!" Ellie protests, and he shakes his head.

"No buts. You gotta get some sleep. Uncle Tommy'll take you home."

"Dad doesn't like when I drive. Like at all," Sarah says, and you laugh.

"No, Dad doesn't like when you drive, and it's ten o'clock in the city with the world's worst drivers." He corrects, and she rolls her eyes. Despite their little arguing, both girls walk over to Joel and give him hugs and kisses before following Tommy out the door.

"Hey," He gets Joel's attention as he stands in the threshold of the door, and Joel raises his eyebrows at him. "You bring her round more often, you hear?"

"I'll make sure he does." You say, and Tommy smiles at you, winking before he finally leaves. The second the door closes, Joel gets up from his chair and walks over to where you're sitting.

"Hi," he says quietly as he leans over you and kisses you sweetly. You hum against his lips, and he collapses next to you, grabbing your legs and resting them on his lap.

"Thanks for the heads up, by the way. Are your parents here too, or is it just them?"

"Why? You wanna meet 'em?" He asks, and you slap his arm. "They really liked you."

"You think so?" You ask, and he nods, gently squeezing your ankle.

"I know so. I haven't heard Ellie laugh like that in a good while." He says, and you take a deep breath. His warm hands massage your skin, and the studio is completely still, and it feels just like it did in New York. The thought comforts something deep within you, and you reach out to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He still needs a haircut, you think to yourself.

"Is she okay?" 

"She will be, yeah."

"What happened?" The question leaves you before you can stop, but he doesn't tense up or look panicky. He leans into your touch and focuses on the fraying hem of your jeans.

"She got in trouble at school. I still don't know the whole story 'cause she won't tell me, but she came home and took off on her bike. Tommy and Sarah drove around lookin' for her for bout an hour before they called me. They found her pretty soon after at a gas station, but it scared the shit outta me." 

"Oh, my God. That's so scary."

"Yeah," he says. "I... didn't handle it in the best way. I grounded her for a month and took away her bike. We got into a big fight about it, and I hate fightin' with her," he sighs. Even though this was days ago, you can see how much it weighs on him still. You wonder if anyone ever panicked that much about how they treated you as a child. "I thought goin' back to Texas would've helped her, but it didn't."

"They were in Texas with you?" You ask, and he nods. Suddenly, the voices in the background of your phone calls and the spottiness of your conversations make sense.

"They went a week earlier and left a week after me to keep the press off them. They also just really missed their grandparents. Figured it'd be a good idea to get 'em outta LA for a while." 

"Do their moms live in Texas too?" You get quiet as you ask about the women who brought Sarah and Ellie into the world. You may not know the whole story, but it also doesn't take a geneticist to figure out that Sarah and Ellie have different moms.

"No," he scoffs a laugh. "No, my parents are still in Texas, and Tommy lives there part-time, but that's really it."

"Where are their moms?"

"Sarah's mom left when she was a few months old. Divorced me and signed away her parental rights with the same pen. We haven't seen her since. I reach out to her folks every couple of years, but they never respond. They want nothing to do with either of us." He says, and your heart breaks for both of them. Sarah deserved to grow up with her mom, and Joel deserved to have a partner to help raise her, especially since he was so young.

"And Ellie's?"

"Never met her. Her name was Anna. The adoption agency told me she died a few hours after she gave birth. Left her a note but didn't have much else. No family, no husband, nothin'."

"Oh, I didn't know Ellie was adopted."

"It became official when she was twelve, but she's been with us since she was ten."

"Wow," you breathe, and he nods.

"Yeah," he says. "Sarah met her at school, and her foster home was just a shit hole, and she really just needed someone to take a chance on her. I still don't know why, but I got the paperwork filled out, and she was placed with us two months later. She's been with us ever since. That's also why I knew I had to come home when I heard she ran away. She used to do that to get away from her foster parents so they'd have an excuse to send her back."

"Did they?" You ask.

"Yeah. Six foster homes in two years."

"Jesus Christ."

"It's a lot. I know it is. That's why I didn't tell you bout them earlier. I didn't want to scare you off," he shrugs. "Plus, they're why I punched that photographer." He says like it's common knowledge, and you sit up. You remember Joel and Paul arguing about something when you walked into the room months ago, but you never asked about what. You also never asked him why he punched the pap because it didn't feel like your place. 

"What?"

"The guy showed up at Ellie's school. He was tryin' to get pictures of her when the only thing she's done wrong is have my last name. He was yellin' things at me and asking me about her, and I just… snapped," he explains, shaking his head. "It's not right. I shouldn't have done it, but they're my girls. If I can't protect them, then I've got nothin'." You watch tears glisten in his eyes, and you push onto your knees to cup his face.

"You're a good dad, Joel. Possibly one of the best ones out there, okay? And you're not a criminal for losing your temper with your fourteen-year-old," you say. "Ellie's a teenager, and she's been through a lot. You all have. But those beautiful, intelligent, funny, amazing girls love you with everything that they are. I can see that, and I only spent a few hours with them today. They are good people because you're a good person," You stare into his eyes, hoping that the words will imprint in his brain, and he believes it as much as you do. You think Joel Miller could use someone believing in how good he can be. You think he needs it. You think he deserves it. "You are a good person." You whisper, and he takes a deep breath. 

He rests his hands on your hips, and you move closer to him, resting your knees on either side of his hips and sitting in his lap. You kiss away the stray tears from his cheeks and feel him relax under your touch. You're sure that you'll need to tell him over and over again how good of a dad he is after so many years of just barely surviving, and you're okay with that. You'll tell him as many times as it takes him to believe it. 

He catches your lips before you can get far and kisses you firmly like he's trying to show you everything he wants to say instead of speaking. He tastes like salt and cigarettes as he fiddles with the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against your stomach. There's nothing sexual about it. He just wants to be close to you, and you want the same. He traces patterns into your lower back, his hands splaying across your sides, and you bury your face in his neck. It's quiet and soft and almost domestic the way you two are cuddled into each other. As if you've been together for years, and this is how you greet each other after being away for so long. You inhale his scent and try to make out the shapes he's pressing into your skin. 

"I wish I'd met you sooner." He says quietly, the words halfway lost in your hair. You kiss his jaw and squeeze him a little tighter.

"Me too," you mumble. "'M here now. I'm not going anywhere." And for once, instead of arguing or coming up with a reason to refuse to absorb what you're saying, he just nods.

"I know." 

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

Series Masterlist

07) Focus

This chapter is part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there’s a new fic every tuesday!

warning: SMUT (:

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user: REAL MUSIC BACK !!!

user: LISTENING RIGHT NOOOOOW!

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user: the honesty and emotion on this record, unreal 🔥

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“Lately, I've been a little fed up, wish you would just focus on me” 

Jack sang as he reached to turn the radio up as he drove to the airport to pick up Maryse from LAX. She had been doing press all over New York City going to talk show, to talk show to promote her first single, Focus from her debut album. The song has only been out for a week and a half and it’s already topping the charts and constantly playing on the radio.

With Maryse being in NY and Jack traveling to LA and ATL to record his own album. They hadn’t seen each other as much as they would’ve liked. Which is why Jack planned a special date for the two of them tonight. 

Jack decided to wait in the parking deck for her so they could have some privacy knowing the paparazzi would bother them in the pick up area. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, Maryse was walking out the revolving doors, 15 minutes later. 

His heart stopped when he spotted her. She looked adorable with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, huge dark sunglasses and her curls tossed up into a messy bun. Jack stepped out of his jeep and leaned against it, so she could see him. He watched as the smile spread across her face at the sight of him. The closer she got she dropped her suitcases and started running towards him

“Oof” Jack let out as the wind was almost knocked out of him as Maryse flew towards him. Maryse wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face against his neck. 

God, he missed this girl so much. The two stayed like this for what felt like forever. Maryse soon removed her face from his neck, and grabbed his face with both hands before leaning down and kissing him. Jack moaned into the kiss, while sliding his hands from her waist that was holding her steady to her ass, giving them a slight squeeze. Maryse broke the kiss with a giggle. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” 

They laughed as they both spoke at the same time. 

“C’mon let’s get outta here, I’m taking you out tonight” Jack said as he went to put her luggage in the truck before hopping in the car. 

“You are?” Maryse started bouncing in her seat with excitement. 

“Yeah, but first nap time.”

“Oh thank god, I’m so sleepy.”

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Jack couldn’t help but think he hadn’t slept that good in months, might even be years. He knew it was because the woman curled up next to him. Maryse’s body fit so perfectly against him. It was like she was made to be here in his arms. 

He gently moved the curls that were falling in her face, so he could admire how peaceful she looked. He smiled at the way she slept with her legs tangled with his and one arm wrapped around his body. Jack would be content if he could stay like this forever. But knowing how long it was going to take her to get ready, she would need to get up now. 

Jack leaned down and pressed feather light kisses on her face. He watched as Maryse slowly opened her eyes and stared into his blue eyes. “Well, that’s not a bad way to wake up.” Her voice was slow and dragging as she tried to not fall back asleep. “What time is our date?” 

“In 3 hours.”

Maryse’s eyes shot back open. “3 HOURS?! Jack, do you not know me at all? I have to get ready now!”

Jack tightened his arms around her to stop her from getting up. She tried to pull away but soon gave up with a pout. He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips before letting her go. 

He watched with a smile as she rolled outta bed to find something to wear.

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“I can’t believe you got me blindfolded. Is this the part where you kill me?”

Jack laughed and rolled his eyes as he continued to walk her up the steps to where they were having their date. He really hoped she loved this because trying to set it up was difficult.

“You didn’t reply, oh god”

“Will you stop being so dramatic? Now be careful this is the last step then I can take this off you” 

Maryse stayed silent as Jack carefully walked her to the last set of steps. She could then feel him walk behind her, and rubbed his hands up and down her arm before reaching up to untie the cloth from her eyes. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Maryse slowly opened her eyes and blinked a little to adjust to the light. She gasped as she looked around her. 

“Jack…” Maryse was sure she looked crazy as her mouth hung open. She just couldn’t believe what she was seeing. 

“Like it?” Jack asked her nervously. 

She shook her head. “No…I love this” she could feel her eyes start to water. 

Jack Harlow rented out the whole Getty Museum just for the two of them, but that wasn’t all there were lights on the floor making a pathway to a table set for 2. It was the most beautiful thing Maryse had ever seen. She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, I can’t believe you did this! I can’t imagine how long it took you to pull this off!” Standing on her tippy toes to kiss him. 

“Last week you talked about wanting to show me around LA since I’m usually only here for work and you offhandedly mentioned that you visit the Getty whenever you’re here because you love art museums so I figured I would do something special for our first date.” Jack told her as he rested both of his hands on the sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. 

“You remembered that?” Maryse asked him

“Of course, I remember everything you tell me. Big or small.” Jack replied before walking her towards the table, and pulling her seat out so she could sit down. He kissed her forehead before walking around to his side of the table. 

She watched as he pulled the tops covering their plates off. Maryse was shocked to see a full course meal, Salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. It looked delicious.

Maryse just shook her head in amazement. She could feel herself getting emotional. She was with Nate for years and he never put this much thought and detail into a date before. 

Jack reached across the table and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Stop looking so shocked, you deserve this and more. Now let’s dig in!”

As they ate they talked about everything under the sun, their laughs and conversations echoed throughout the quiet museum. 

“Thank you again for those flowers you sent me last week, they were beautiful.” Maryse said to Jack as they were lying on the floor of the museum. Apparently they didn’t have to be out till 3 am so Jack brought blankets and pillows so they could chill until they felt like leaving. 

“Beautiful flowers for my even more beautiful girl.” Jack replied as he looked down at Maryse as she was laying in his arms. He watched as Maryse wrinkled her nose up at him, knowing she was going to call him out for being cheesy.

“You’re a cornball”

“You love it!” Jack says before kissing her forehead. “But for real though, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working on your album. You haven’t mentioned it, but I can tell you’re nervous about your album coming out but you shouldn’t be. Focus is already a hit, and your album is going to be a game changer.” 

Maryse squeezed Jack letting him know she heard him, before climbing on top of him and pressing her face against his neck. She could feel Jack arms wrap her waist, before moving his hands down and casually resting them right above her ass. Lifting her head up, she leaned down putting their foreheads together.

Jack could see the emotions on her face and simply kissed her lips, assuring her, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Maryse spoke in a whisper “You always know all the right things to say.”

“It’s probably a fluke. I think I just say the right things to you.” 

Maryse shook her head in disagreement, knowing that wasn’t true and laid her head back down on his chest. It was quiet for a while, the only thing you could hear were their steady heartbeats. Maryse didn’t know it was possible for someone to make her feel the way Jack did. With Jack, she always felt fully cared for. Maybe it was too soon to call this love, but if it was, she completely understood why people go crazy for it. She felt like she was drunk on him. 

Maryse’s thoughts were cut short when she felt Jack move his hands up under her dress trying to cop a feel. With her head resting against his chest she could feel a groan rumble in his chest when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck, Maryse.”

Maryse said nothing as she moved her hips against his, teasing him slightly. She could feel him throbbing in his pants. Not being able to take the teasing any longer, Jack connected his lips to hers with another groan. The sounds of their kisses as they grasped one another were heard in the dim museum. They pulled away from each other long enough so they could pull Jack’s shirt over his head, and so he could unzip his slacks and briefs. 

Once all his clothes were off, Jack bunched up her dress around her waist, while Maryse pushed herself up on her knees. Jack could feel her hand grab hold of his thick length steady as she sunk down on him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good” Jack said in a breathly tone. 

All Maryse could do was whimper in response as she gripped his shoulders as she continued to ride him. Jack sat her up in his arms and started attacking her neck with kisses and bites. Sucking along her skin just the way she likes.

The connection Jack had with Maryse was nothing like he had ever felt before. His attraction to her felt off the charts. 

He hummed against her skin each time she dropped down into his lap and took him completely. Jack knew they were both getting closer with each buck of her hips. “You take me so well. You were made for this, Maryse.” Jack whispered in her ear

Maryse shivered against him as his hands ran down the length of her back, giving her ass a tight squeeze. 

“Such a naughty girl, riding me in this museum.” Jack could feel her clench him tight. 

She was getting close with the way her breathing was becoming more ragged and the grip she had on him tightened. 

Jack quickly flipped them over and pounded into her hard, making Maryse whimper. He was so close as he pressed kisses against her shoulder. “C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“Jack, please.” Maryse moaned. 

“You can do it, baby. Let go.”

The only sounds in the museum were grunts of pleasure as Maryse came, Jack came right behind her. Maryse felt like her senses were on fire, with the way the warmth of his skin engulfed her. 

Maryse let out a small sigh of happiness as Jack laid on top of her, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. They both were in a happy daze for the rest of the night, silently hoping nothing or no one would ruin their happiness. 

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Maryse Monet is finally ready to release her debut album!

In a two bedroom Brooklyn Heights brownstone, R&B star Maryse Monet paces around the living room barefoot, in drawstring shorts and an oversized Missionary Jack tee (Stolen from boyfriend, rapper Jack Harlow) her natural hair in full bloom, while members of her glam team prepare her look for her upcoming appearance on Good Morning America. In three hours, the singer-songwriter was going to announce the title of her debut album; “Ugh, those feels again.” (Dropping March 31st)

Having dropped the lead single, “Focus” the night before which was getting rave reviews from music critics, she still feels anxiety with dropping music. 

“Dropping music, to me at least, is like letting the whole world read my diary.” She says. When asked if she ever regrets any music she’s dropped she tells me no. 

“No, never. Letting people hear it is a risk, but I believe putting music out into the world is a great teacher to help all my future projects sound better.” 

The doorbell rings loudly throughout the house. I watch as the singer leans over the arm of the chair to try and see who’s at the door. Her eyes widen when her manager, CoCo walks into the room holding a bouquet of Peonies. Maryse immediately grabs for them, smelling the flowers. The smile on her face only gets wider as she reads the card. When I ask who the flowers are from there’s a twinkle in her eyes when she tells me they’re from her boyfriend and doesn’t explain further. 

The last year has been some sort of Maryse explosion where she went from just being New York’s star quarterback girlfriend to breaking away and becoming a Grammy award winning singer. At 24 years old, Maryse is already a household name. “I’ve really put in the time and work,” she says. “I’m so happy that everything has been, you know, manifesting.”

Growing up with a dad who played guitar and a mother who was a music teacher, Maryse can’t remember a time where music wasn’t part of her life. “Music was playing around the house but I think something outwardly happened when I heard Mariah Carey sing for the first time. I remember getting the craziest chills and goosebumps and I was like, “what is she doing? I want to sing just like that?” I always tell people that music was my first love.”

She then asked me if I wanted to hear her new music. I can feel the tingling excitement build as we sneak away into her home recording studio. As she takes her laptop and plugs it in, she tells me she’ll probably only be about to get through two songs before someone realizes she’s gone missing. Quietly, the r&b star hits play on her upcoming album. 

Instantly, a wall of sound hits me. There’s only two reactions you could have to the song. One; saying “Whoooo” and/or Two; fanning themselves vigorously. I was doing both. Her voice was dreamy and hushed, with the song being sultry and slow. This was the type of love song you play to the person who might just last till cuffing season. The one you play with your head stuck out the window as the wind blows in your hair. Maryse was able to play a couple more songs before she was summoned into hair and makeup.

The making of the album has been a long process, she explains, as her hairstylist tries to tame her curls. She started writing the album after returning to dating following the end of a long term and very public relationship.

When we reached out to Maryse's equally famous best friend, Doja Cat, she says the world is finally going to know the real Maryse Monet.

“Everyone knows that she's an amazing musician, but they'll also find out that she’s a real ass bitch, who’s music is going to bring people together and change lives.”

We couldn’t agree more.

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AN: This might be the longest fic I've ever written, but I really love these two and didn't want to split it into different parts :) I hope this all flows well together. Enjoy them being happy beause drama is coming Thank you for reading and as always tell me your thoughts!

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[spidermaninlove]

Tomdaya Timeline vol. 5

Links to vol. 1, vol. 2, vol. 3, vol. 4, and vol. 6

November 6, 2022

Tom and Z visited Petra.  link link2

December 7, 2022

Tom allegedly spotted at In-N-Out in Northridge.  

December 9 and 11, 2022

Multiple sightings of Tom and Z together in California. 

December 11, 2022

Tom and Z attended RDJ’s Netflix documentary, “Sr”, screening event in LA.  link  Tom and Z spotted at the Sunset Tower Hotel attending RDJ’s after-party.  link2  

Z and Tom got their nails done by her manicurist.  link3

December 14, 2022

Tom with Z at her former school, Oakland School of the Arts (OSA), for an impromptu master class.  link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7 link8 link9 link10 link11 link12 link13 link14 link15 link16 link17 link18 link19 link20 link21 link22 link23 link24

They were also spotted at Batch & Brine in Lafayette, CA.  link link2 link3

December 15, 2022

Tom and Z at the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco.  link link2 link3 link4 link5

Tom allegedly called Z his butterfly.  link

December 16, 2022

Tom and Z in San Francisco.  link  While there, they visited the Golden Gate Bridge.  link2

They were also spotted eating ice cream in Sausalito.  link

December 18, 2022

Tom and Z allegedly paid for customers in line behind them at Starbucks.  link

December 30, 2022

Tom spotted at Heathrow (below) and arriving at LAX (link).

January 2023 Month-Long Caribbean TomdayaMoon

Alleged Tomdaya Caribbean destinations include Turks and Caicos, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, St Lucia (confirmed -- see photo below), and Antigua and Barbuda.  link

Tom and Z in St. Lucia

January 1 - 2, 2023

Tom and Z were allegedly spotted on a flight from LAX to MIA (Miami).  link

Tom and Z allegedly spotted having brunch on Brickell Key (Miami).  link

January 3, 2023

Tom and Z allegedly spotted at the Amanyara Resort on Turks and Caicos.  link

January 4, 2023

Z posted the story below from the Caribbean.

Somewhere in the Caribbean

January 5, 2023

Tom and Z spotted at the beach in the Caribbean.  link link2

January 11, 2023

Tom and Z allegedly spotted in St. Vincent and the Grenadines.  link

January 22, 2023

According to a credible source, he met Tom and Z on a boat in St. Vincent and the Grenadines.  link

January 23, 2023

Tom and Z were spotted hiking in St. Lucia.  link link2

February 1, 2023

An airport employee allegedly met Tom and Z in Antigua and Barbuda.  link  

February 2-4, 2023

After a month-long baecation, Z returned to LA and Tom returned to London.  link

Monaco

February 2023

Z was papped working in Menton, France on February 14, and photographed with a fan in Monaco on February 15.  Tom and Z were spotted at the airport together in Nice, France on February 15.  link link2  They were both spotted dining together in Monte-Carlo, Monaco.  link3

London

March 2023

Tom and Z out and about in Kingston.  link

March 8, 2023

Tom and Z spotted buying hot beverages while on a “family walk” in Richmond Park.  link  Dom confirmed the “family walk”  link2 , and Tessa and Noon accompanied them.  link3

March 11, 2023

Tom and Z were spotted holding hands while walking in Richmond.  link  They were also spotted having lunch while they were there.  link2

March 11, 2023

Tom and Z were spotted at Chiltern Firehouse in London.  link

March 12, 2023

Tom and Z spotted at Richmond Park again today along with Tom’s parents, and their dogs Tessa and Noon.  link link2 link3 link4

Z spotted watching Tom play padel.  link

March 15, 2023

Tom and Z photographed grocery shopping at Waitrose.  link link2 link3

March 18, 2023

A London-based manicurist made a housecall to do Z’s nails.  In the manicurist’s Instagram stories, Z is wearing a TH, ZH, or T/Z H/C signet ring and the Loewe shirt Tom wore to the Louvre.  link

March 21, 2023

Tom and Z spotted grabbing coffee. link

Tom and Z along with Tuwaine and Noon were photographed taking a walk.  link link2 link3

March 25-26, 2023

Tom and Z spotted shopping at John Lewis & Partners.  link

March 27, 2023

Tom and Z dined at Jamavar, a Michelin Star restaurant link and they were spotted out and about on New Bond Street in London.  link2

March 28, 2023

Tom and Z were shopping for antiques, and then spotted at a play and cuddling at a nearby bar/restaurant.  link link2 link3 link4 link5

Mumbai

Tom and Z in Mumbai.  link

March 31, 2023

Tom and Zendaya arrive in Mumbai for the Nita Mukesh Ambani Cultural Centre (NMACC) grand opening.  link link2 link3

April 1, 2023

Tom and Z yachting in Mumbai. link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7

TZ sightseeing in Mumbai.  link

Zendaya and Tom at the NMACC.  link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7 link8

TZ leaving the NMACC.  link link2

April 2, 2023

Tom and Z spotted arriving at their hotel in Mumbia after brunch with the Ambanis.  link

TZ spotted leaving their hotel in Mumbia.  link

Tom and Z were holding hands while arriving at the NMACC.  link

TZ at the NMACC and out and about in Mumbai.  link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6

Tom and Z sighting at the Mumbai airport.  link

April 3, 2023

Tom and Z departed Mumbai.  link

Noon stayed with Tom’s parents while TZ were in Mumbai.  link

London

April 7, 2023

Tom and Z spotted walking in Richmond Park.  link

Zendaya and Tom explored Hampton Court Palace after hours today.  link link2 link3

Hampton Court Palace

April 9, 2023

Tom picked up a chocolate hazelnut frappe for Z on his way home from golfing.  link

April 13, 2023

Tom and Z spotted at Windsor Castle.  link

April 14, 2023

TZ spotted by a fan in Kingston.  link

April 15, 2023

Tom and Z were spotted by a fans in Kingston.  link link2 link3 link4 link5

April 17, 2023

TZ were spotted getting coffee this morning.  link

Las Vegas

Tom and Z in Las Vegas

April 26, 2023

Zendaya and Tom at an Usher concert in Las Vegas.  link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7 link8 (Tom wraps his arms around Z) link9 link10 link11 link12 link13 link14 link15 (Tom holding Z from behind while dancing together) link16 link17 link18 link19 link20 link21 link22

Z posted a story ft. Tom at the Usher concert in Las Vegas.  link 

May 1, 2023

Tom and Z at a Thai restaurant in Malibu.  link link2 link3 link4 link5

May 4, 2023

Zendaya and Tom in San Francisco at the Golden State Warriors game.  link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7 link8 link9 link10 (holding hands) link11 link12 link13 (Z shielding Tom from the camera) link14 link15 link16 (Tom caressing Z’s arm) link17 link18 link19 link20 link21 link22 link23 link24

May 5 or 6, 2023

TZ returned to London.  link

May 13, 2023

Tom and Z allegedly saw Guardians of the Galazy Vol. 3 at a Kingston cinema.  link

May 13 or 14, 2023

TZ spotted in Notting Hill.  link

Venice

May 15, 2023

Tom with Z in Venice.  link link2

Tom and Z were spotted hugging and kissing, on a boat, and with Noon in Venice and nearby Murano.  link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7 link8 link9 link10

May 16, 2023

Tom and Z allegedly spotted having lunch in Venice at the Gritti Palace Hotel.  link 

TZ photographed leaving The Gritti Palace Hotel in Venice.  link

TZ out and about in Venice.  link link2 link3 link4

May 17, 2023

Tom and Z departed Venice.  link link2 link3 link4

May 31, 2023

During an interview, Tom called Z a saint for putting up with his hair while he was filming TCR.  link

According to Sunrise, Tom wants to spend a bit more time away from the spotlight with his mate and his girlfriend, Zendaya. link

June 2023

Tom liked a Most Beautiful Woman in the World fan post of Z.  link

June 1, 2023, Tom’s birthday and TCR red carpet premiere

TZ shared some Caribbean vacation (tomdayamoon) memories on Instagram.  link link2 link3

Z liked and commented on a video Nikki shared of baby Tom.  link

Z also posted the poster for TCR to her story.  link

During a TCR interview, the interviewer asked Tom, “What is the most important experience in your life that has shaped you into the person you are today, if you could say one?”  Tom responded, “I think the most important experience I would like to keep private because it has to do with someone very special.”  link

June 4, 2023

While answering BuzzFeed’s 30 questions, Tom said, “I’m locked up, so I’m happy and in love.”  link  During the interview, he also mentioned Z was his childhood crush, and that “they” want to go back to his dream vacation spot -- a beach location they visited this year.  link2

During Tom’s UNILAD interview, he confirmed tomdaya 1.0.  link

June 8, 2023

During a podcast, Tom mentioned he’s lucky he has Z in his life.  link

June 9, 2023

Z reposted Tom’s TCR post to her story.  link

June 14, 2023

Tom and Z attended her Challengers costar’s play in London, and exited the theater holding hands.  link link2

June 16, 2023

Tom and Z photographed on an intimate walk in a London park.  link link2 link3 link4 link5

June 24, 2023

TZ spotted at a local golf resort.  link link2

Z had her nails manicured at Tom’s house.  link

June 27, 2023

Zendaya and Tom at the Beyonce Renaissance World Tour in Warsaw, Poland.  Tom is wearing Z’s leather jacket.  

link link2 link3 link4 link5 link6 link7 link8 link9 link10 link11 link12 link13 link14 link15 link16 link17 link18 link19 link20 link21 link22 link23 link24 link25 link26 link27 link28

TZ serenading each other to Love On Top at Beyonce’s concert.  link link2 link3 link4  

TZ lovingly looking into one another’s eyes and Z caressing Tom’s face during Beyonce’s Love on Top performance.  link

June 28, 2023

TZ returned to London.  link

#tomdaya #tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya timeline

[rainbowsky]

Hello RBS,

The airport pics on trip to LA and vice versa shows his dedication in displaying the 🦴 necklace in direct deliberate manner. Even during his personal trip to Pacific park and Hollywood sign - It was hidden inside his shirt. I wonder why he is showing it off in this trip at airports though he very well knows it will be the talk of the town.

Do you think this odd unexpected behaviour of DD has some hidden meaning Rainbow?

Anonymous asked:

Hi Rainbow,

I noticed DD has the bone necklace out again in his airport photos at LAX flying back to Beijing today. I’m new to the fandom and C-ent in general, but isn’t this a huge statement from DD? He knows he will be photographed at the airport so I’m thinking this is very deliberate. Does he do this often?

Hi Anon, hi new turtle 💛🐢💛,

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

This isn't weird or unexpected at all. He frequently wears the 🦴 out when he's flying hither and thither. Obviously only he knows for sure why he does it. I've always thought it is a superstition perhaps, or maybe a way he shows GG that he is on his mind.

A lot of what we think of as candy probably has nothing to do with turtles, and is probably meant for each other.

#puppy has his 🦴 #dd chanel cruise #the mysteries of yizhan #ask

[hoodharlow]

Moviestar | Part1

AN: so I decided to split chapter 5 in two parts bc they all happen in the same week so expect part 2 in the next few weeks. This also an El Novio crossover so if you read that that's why you're tagged lol

Requested? No

Warnings: general fluff, slight angst from a non main char

The things Jack did for Miriam. He sat at eight in the morning in the private parking in LAX where celebrities and other rich people would get their cars from if they didn't want to get bombarded by paps. Her plane was landing from JFK since she was in New York for the 'In the Heights' world premiere and doing late night tv interviews to promote it. She was in LA for two weeks doing promotion for the movie. Since Jack had a day off, he jokingly volunteered to be her assistant for the day. 

They were finally on good terms. After he sent her the song and called her, they had a long talk. Miriam heard Jack's side and how he only texted her because he thought her sister would be able to help him get close to her. But after realizing that all he had to do was to talk to her and get close to her, he basically cut off contact with her sister. She'd occasionally text him but he'd ignore them. He even insisted on sending her screenshots of the messages, but she didn't need to see them. 

Miriam believed him and apologized. She felt like an idiot for jumping to conclusions. Jack isn't like him. Jack was kind and honest with her. She now knew that he wouldn't treat her the way he did.

There was a soft knock from the passenger window. He looked up and saw Miriam waving. Jack got out of the car and opened the back door for her. He made a face only seeing her place a few garment bags and her backpack in the backseat. When they flew out to New York, she had two large suitcases, a duffle bag, her backpack and her bag, so he knew she never traveled that light. 

"Where's the rest of your stuff?" He asked as he held the door for her. His eyes lingered on her ass, admiring how it looked in her teal leggings as she climbed in the car.

"Beto has them. Those are just outfit changes for the day." She said, undoing her french braid and twisting her hair into a bun.

"What time do you have to be at the studio?" He asked, scrolling through his music. 

"Twelve. Are you down to get Roscoe's for breakfast? I'm starving." She asked, rubbing her stomach. 

"If you want, I have never been." He shrugged.

Miriam's eyes widened in disbelief when she turned to look at him. "What do you mean you've never been? It's Roscoe's."

"What do you want me to say, I've never been. When I'm here, I'm usually eating out at work dinners or dinners before heading out to events. I don't really have a chance to go explore, but it's been on my bucket list." 

"I guess this means I'm taking your virginity."

"You're six years too late." Jack said, smirking. He grinned watching her get flustered. 

"That's now what I meant."

"Miriam you straight up said, 'I'm taking your virginity.'" He said, imitating her in a valley girl accent.

"Whatever, and I don't sound like that." Miriam rolled her eyes. She smacked his thigh. "Move, I'm driving, the one at Long Beach is the best." She climbed over the center console. Jack obediently got out of the car and went to the passenger side. He bit back a comment as he watched her pull the car seat closer to the steering wheel. In a few minutes she was getting on the 105.

After playing a 00s hip hop playlist, Jack asked, "So you know how to go from the airport to Roscoe's in Long Beach but not your house to Nobu?" 

"It was nighttime." She argued. She pointed a finger at him. "And before you say anything, my mom's parents live in Long Beach. When I was little, if my team won our game, my grandparents would take me to Roscoe's for a celebratory lunch. Plus, I rarely go to Nobu." 

For the next half hour, Jack and Miriam talked about the interview with Jimmy Fallon she did the day before. In reality it was her getting embarrassed for ten minutes. She started her interview talking about how she couldn't stop quoting '10 Things I Hate About You' to Joseph Gordon Levitt, who was the other artist being interviewed when she was backstage. After that she finally talked about 'In the Heights' and how excited she was that it was finally coming out. 

She was asked how she got the role. So went on explaining that when she was in Berkeley, she was the costume director for a community theater in Oakland. They haven't cast Vanessa and the musical director overheard her singing when she was backstage sorting out costumes and asked her to audition. She got cast and on opening night they were told that Lin Manuel Miranda was in the audience. After their performance, Lin Manuel Miranda went up to her and mentioned that she looks a lot like Isabela Miller. She told him that she was her mom. He apologized then started talking about they were looking for someone to replace Melissa Barrera and that she should send a tape because he was impressed with her performance.

Jimmy later brought up how she recreated her look from when she watched the musical on Broadway with her family for the red-carpet premiere. She even recreated the picture she took with Karen Olivo, the actor who played Vanessa in the Broadway musical. Then they played a clip of her character helping Anthony Ramos' character get a stain off his shirt while arranging a date with him through her cousin. To add the embarrassment, Miriam found out her parents sent out a clip of her performance in the musical so of course Jimmy had to play it. Luckily for her people were impressed with her singing. 

Miriam finished her story with how she played a musical genre game with Jimmy and Joseph Gordon Levitt, similar to the one game Ariana Grande played where she sang 'Humble' like she was Evanescence. Though Miriam had to sing a version of 'What's Poppin' in 90s Rock. She asked what they meant by 90s Rock and Joseph Gordon Levitt said 'angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion' which was one of his lines from '10 Things I Hate About You'. To which Miriam got flustered because he quoted the movie. 

Miriam pulled up to the parking lot just as she was telling Jack that her and Joseph Gordon Levitt did a few tiktoks recreating some of her favorite lines from the movie. She gave Jack his keys and led him to the street light so they could cross. 

While they waited to be seated, Jack noticed an older couple sitting in the back glancing over to Miriam. 

"There's a couple that keeps looking at you." He said in a low voice. 

Miriam looked behind him and cursed. "Those are my grandparents." She mumbled. 

Jack looked over to the couple, noticing her grandfather had similar physical features as him. "Yo, your grandpa is white?" He whispered incredulously. 

"Yeah?" Miriam nodded. "Why do you think my mom's last name is Miller?"

"Damn, you got me there. That means you're what…25% white?" 

"C'mon we have to say hi." She said, dismissing his comment. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him to her grandparents. Her face lit up when they neared the table. She hugged and kissed them on the cheek. Then turned to Jack. "This is my friend, Jack."

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Jack Harlow." He said, extending his hand out to them. 

Her grandparents shook his hand and called a server to bring them two more menus for Jack and Miriam. They insisted that they join them instead of waiting to be seated. 

"¿Es tu amigo o tu amiguito?" Abuela Marisa asked Miriam when Jack pulled her chair out before he sat down. 

"Abuela." She playfully rolled her eyes. 

"What do you do?" Grandpa Joseph asked Jack.

"I make music," He said nervously. He wiped his hands against his pants and cleared his throat. "I actually performed on SNL the same night Miriam's mom–er your daughter hosted." 

A server came by and took their orders. Jack placed his arm on the back of Miriam's chair, but brought it to his side, feeling her grandfather's eyes on him. Throughout their meal her grandfather kept looking over to him to make sure he had his hands to himself. Jack was afraid to even reach for his water. When it was time to pay, Miriam's grandfather pulled out his card before Jack could reach for his wallet, so he left a generous tip. 

"I think your grandpa hates me." Jack said as they drove off to the studio where Miriam was going to do interviews.

"Nah, he's just jealous because he's not only the token white guy in my life." She said, reaching behind her seat for her HydroFlask. 

Now that it was 10:30 in the morning, traffic picked up. What should have been a half hour drive now took an hour. Not that Jack and Miriam minded, they spent the whole drive talking. Jack was telling her that he and Lil Nas X finally filmed the music for their song. Miriam smiled listening to him talk about how privileged he felt being able to have a song with him and how he was able to get a genuine friendship out of the collab. He went on telling her that he had an inkling that the song was going to be a hit.

"You want Starbucks?" Jack asked her, getting on the ramp to get off the 101.  

"Sure," she said. 

He nodded and switched lanes, so he could make a u-turn. He knew a Starbucks a few blocks away. It was near a studio he sometimes worked at. What he liked about it was that it had a drive-thru. Fortunately there wasn't a line in the drive-thru. 

"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what I can get started this morning." The barista greeted them when he pulled up to order.

"Mornin'," he greeted the barista back. He leaned into the car door so he could read off the screen to make sure they got their orders right. "Can I get a venti iced coffee with light ice, oatmilk, vanilla and a pump of cinnamon dolce. Then can I also get a venti extra hot honey citrus tea and two water bottles." 

Miriam sat dumbfoundedly. She didn't think that he still remembered her coffee order. When he spent the week with her in New York, he'd go every morning to the Starbucks down the block from her parents' place and bring her iced coffee. She scrambled to get cash out as he pulled up to the window, but Jack had his phone ready. 

"Put that away." He told her, gently pushing her hand away. He paid and handed her her drink. 

Ten minutes later they arrived at the studio where Miriam was doing her interviews. Jack helped her carry her garment bags and backpack. Despite it being 70° he pulled on his hoodie, not wanting to draw attention to him. 

Hours had gone by, Miriam did an impromptu photoshoot for Teen Vogue and finished most of her interviews. She had one more interview left, Elle's Song Association. She was changing out of one of the outfits from the photoshoot while Jack sat on the sofa, reading emails to distract himself from making small talk with Miriam. He got a text from his stylist letting him know that his suit was ready for Zach and Stassie's party. He replied that he'll pick it up in the morning of the party. 

"Hey, Miriam?" he called to her.

"Yeah?" She answered, walking out of the makeshift divider she used to change in in a powder pink, knitted but corseted Vivienne Westwood dress she took from her mom's closet that she knew she was going to get lectured for. 

"Are you going to Zack's party?" He asked. 

His eyes trailed down how the dress hugged her figure perfectly and really accentuated her ass. He also admired how the light color made her tan skin glow.

"No," she shook head. She went over to sit in front of the vanity and wiped off the exaggerated eyeshadow from the photoshoot. "I got a small part in this show during my two week break. And the night of the party, I have a night shoot. Are you going?" 

"Yeah, my team is making me go." He sighed dramatically. He was looking forward to going but now that he knew that she wasn't going, he wanted to get out of going.  

"Ay, pobrecito, your team is making you go to an exclusive party full of models and rich people." She said in a sarcastic tone to him. 

At the same time Jack opened his mouth, Miriam's mom, Isabela, entered the dressing room. 

"Miriam, are you ready?" She asked. She was helping her with her interviews since she was Miriam's manager and agent.

"Yeah," Miriam nodded, hopping off the makeup chair.

Isabela nodded and exited the dressing room. Miriam touched up the rest of her makeup and motioned Jack to follow her out to where she was filming.

The producer came by and explained to Miriam that she was going to have a teleprompter in front of her with the intro and that it will show the word she had with a timer. The director yelled out action and began filming.

"Hi, I'm Miriam Dominguez. I'm going to play 'Song Association' with Elle. I'll be given a word in English or Spanish and I'm going to have fifteen seconds to sing or rap that word in the song." She read off the teleprompter. After that it showed her thirty seconds to add a tidbit about the game. "I love this series so much. That being said, I don't have high expectations but my goal is to beat my friend who did this last year." 

She quickly glanced at Jack, letting him know she'd seen him in that ridiculously ugly green leopard print hoodie. "But before we get started, don't forget to watch 'In the Heights' in theaters or stream it on HBOMax." 

Miriam glanced down at the teleprompter, reading her first word. "'Back'...Oh this is from my college days! 'She made that back move (damn) she made the tiddies move (goddamn)'. That was 'Moves' by Big Sean. Him, JCole, and Kendrick really shaped 2017 musically for me. And it's a fun song to dance to."

The following word was head. "Head. 'In your head, in your head, they are fighting. With their tanks, and their bombs. And their bombs, and their guns.' Zombie by The Cranberries." 

"Town. 'I'll be downtown, get a nice studio, get out of the barrio.' 96000 from In theHeights. That song took us like a month to get right because the weather was not agreeing with us. It rained every other day so we had to film sporadically. But I think it was executed well. It's actually my favorite song from the musical because of how everyone's verses are all intertwined." 

The next word was ask. "Ask? Ask…ask…wait!" Miriam clapped her hands, remembering, "'Ask about me, Ask about me, something something.' Creme by Jack Harlow." 

She avoided Jack's cocky grin and read the next word, fly. "Fly… 'one day I'm walking to JFK and I'm gonna fly'" Miriam held the note for a few more seconds. "That was 'It Won't be Long Now.' That's my character's solo song where we get to know her a little more than just the girl that works at the salon that Usnavi has a crush on. I sang that one while we filmed. Jon Chu, our amazing director, and Lin thought we'd get more rawness and vulnerability from my character if I didn't lip sync."

Fire was the next word. "'We burned too bright, now the fire's gone, watch it all fall down, Babylon.' That's Babylon by 5sos," Miriam leaned forward and looked directly into the camera. "And for the millionth time, Babylon is not about me. Cal and I are good friends and y'all need to stop being weird when me and his girlfriend hang out. We're all adults and talk–"

"Miriam," Isabela said to her to remind her to focus on the task at hand. 

"Sorry," she said, embarrassed. She leaned back and read the next word. "Kiss, oh easy. 'I wanna be missed like every night. I wanna be kissed like it's the last time, say you can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe without me.' 'Wanna be Missed' by Hayley Kiyoko aka Lesbian Jesus. I used to have the hugest crush on her when I was in high school. Like I've seen 'Lemonade Mouth' and 'Gem and the Holograms' an embarrassing amount of times."

Miriam reached down for her water and took a sip. "Okay, the next word is 'loco'… oh duh, 'Ella y yo, dos locos viviendo una aventura castigada por Dios,' 'Ella y Yo' by Aventura and Don Omar. That song is so messy. It's about this guy trying to tell his best friend that he's fucking his wife, but he's being vague about it and the best friend is encouraging him to get the girl. A wholeass mess, but when I was little I just danced to it so much. Until I was older and let the lyrics marinate in my brain."

She left out an uncomfortable laugh and took another sip of her water. "Maybe." She looked over to Jack and smiled innocently. She cleared her throat and sang, "'Maybe I'm a fool, maybe I'm a fool for you,' 'Cherry Hill' by Russ."

Jack lifted his hand discreetly, flipping her off since her mom was sitting next to him. Miriam knew better than to sing Russ in his presence. She's watched his Crew League game and she joked that he should have put her in his team. She's not afraid of getting scrappy. 

"Anyways, the next word is taste. 'Yikes, might get spooky, scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it. Tastes like candy, yeah, I might chew it. Tastes like candy, yeah, I might lose it.' That's 'Yikes' from the Scooby-Doo soundtrack." 

"Who sings it?" Jack found himself asking her because she didn't mention that it was his song.

"So the next word is paso." She said, ignoring his question. "Oh that's easy, La Carcacha by Selena. 'Carcacha, paso a pasito, no dejes de tambalear. Carcacha, poco a poquito, no nos vayas a dejar.' It's my second favorite song of hers. Not that anyone is asking but 'Amor Prohibido' is my favorite."

She shifted in her seat, her back was starting to hurt from sitting too long. "Pretty…'All the pretty girls in the world, but I'm in this space with you. Colored out the lines, I came to find, my fire was fate with you.' Honey by my fave Kehlani. 2018 was a good year for music, especially for, like, women making music about openly loving other women. As someone who likes women, it's nice to have that representation." 

Jack furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Did he miss something in all the times he hung out with her? He glanced at Isabela and she seemed unphased by Miriam's comment about liking women. 

"Bailar," Miriam said, making Jack focus back on the game. She swayed her shoulders dancing to the beat she was making. "'Salió a la disco a bailar una diva virtual, Chequea cómo se menea. Chequea cómo se menea. Chequea cómo se menea.' That was 'Diva Virtual' by Don Omar. It was in the fourth Fast and Furious movie at that one scene where Brian and Dom were at the underground club. Truthfully, this is the second best movie of the franchise, the first one is obviously the best one. The fourth one truly encapsulates the 'family over everything' speech Dom preaches in all the movies. My friend Claudia agrees with me. Like we had long conversations about this. Not to mention, Mia and Brian were everything to me. They really got the friends to lovers to ex-lover to lovers trope down in that movie. Though I did listen to the new Fast and Furious 9 soundtrack. I like listening to movie soundtracks and I really like the song with Ty Dolla $ign. Actually I was asked to play young Lety, but I was filming "In the Heights.'...hold on…the first Fast and Furious is basically Point Break but with cars. Like an FBI agent is asked to infiltrate a group that allegedly is involved in some type of robberies and other illegal activities. Then–" 

"Mija focus." Her mom reminded her. 

Miriam felt her cheeks warm up. She pushed back her curls. She glanced over to Jack to see if he got the reference to his song with Ty Dolla $ign, but he had a pensive face, not paying attention to her or the game. She pushed back her curls and went back to the game.

"Right, what's the next word?" She asked. She read the teleprompter and snorted. "The next word is next. Hm, ooh, I got another one from ‘In the Heights’, 'Vanessa, let me get the next one! Vanessa, let me interject some!'. I don't remember the song title but it was the scene where Vanessa and Usnavi go to a salsa club. When we were learning the choreography for that song, Karen Olivo, who played Vanessa in the Broadway production, came to visit the set. I was so nervous to meet her but she was so nice and gave me a few pointers. A few days ago at the movie premiere she was there and made me cry by saying that I did a good job." 

"Last one." The director announced.

Miriam nodded and read the word. She made a face "Gente? Gente…gente? I don't think I have–wait yes I do, I'm so stupid. 'Delante de la gente no me mires. No suspires, no me llames, aunque me ames.' It's that Joan Sebastian song from the telenovela my abuela Marisa used to watch when I was younger. I don't recall anything about the telenovela but I remember the theme song." 

The director pulled up another script on the teleprompter for Miriam to read. "That was me playing 'Song Association'. Thank you for watching and don't forget to watch 'In the Heights' in theaters or on HBOMAX."

The director yelled out cut. A crew member turned off the teleprompter. Miriam stood up and stretched, cracking her back. 

"I totally beat your score." She said smugly when she approached Jack. 

"Yeah, you did." He hummed unenthusiastically.

Admittedly, Jack didn't pay attention to the rest of the game. He spent the rest of the recording thinking about her comment about liking women when she did the Kehlani song. He felt out of the loop and quite frankly embarrassed that he was trying to make a move on her when she wasn't attracted to him. Which confused him a bit since they almost hooked up.

Miriam's mom approached them after talking to the director. "Okay, that's a wrap. I'm gonna head out once I finish with the crew, so I'll be here for another half hour, but you guys can leave whenever."

Miriam nodded. "That's cool. I'm gonna change then."

Isabela locked her iPad and went to where the crew was taking down the backdrop. Jack followed Miriam to her dressing room and sat on the couch, trying to process. He watched her take a garment bag with her.

"Amá!" Miriam called a few seconds later from the divider she was changing at. 

"She's still outside with the crew." Jack said, clearing his throat.

"Shit…wait can you help me?" She asked, popping her head out. 

"Sure?" He said hesitantly.

"Can you unclip the hook? I can't reach it." She said, making her way to him. She took advantage that he sat with his legs spread out and squatted in front of him, gripping the middle of his thighs so she wouldn't lose balance. "The hook is on the back this time."

"Haha," he said sarcastically, earning a snort from her. 

She was referring to when he was struggling to take off her dress back in New York. He pushed her hair over her shoulder. He swiftly unhooked it. He placed a hand on her ribs and slowly dragged down the zipper of the dress. 

"So, uh, remember when you were doing the Song Association video." Jack found himself saying. 

"Yeah, it was like five minutes ago." Miriam nodded. 

She internally cringed. He was probably gonna tease her for mentioning two of his songs. 

"Well, you…okay… I don't want to sound invasive or nosy because it's not my business. But I wanted to clear something up with you." Jack mumbled, rubbing his face. 

"What's up?" She asked, pushing herself up and sitting on his knee to look at him.

"You said you like girls." He said.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" She was now confused with what he was asking. 

"Nothing, I was just wondering if that means you're a les…" Jack trailed off at the end so she could fill in.

Miriam snorted. "No it means I'm bi, Jack. I like whoever." She shrugged. 

"Okay, I was just making sure I still had a shot." He said quietly, but still loud enough for her to hear him. She playfully rolled her eyes at him. Jack placed his hand on her knee and softened his face. "I'm sorry if my asking was rude or intrusive. You didn't have to answer."

Miriam reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You're good. If I didn't feel comfortable talking about it, I wouldn't have mentioned it at all when I was making the video." 

"Cool," he nodded.

"Well, I'm gonna change, so…" 

"Yeah…"

Miriam got up and went behind the divider. She carefully shrugged off the vintage dress. She got dressed in a fitted white long sleeve top and paired it with high waisted boyfriend jeans. She walked out to the vanity and switched out her jewelry. She layered two necklaces with her Virgencita necklace and removed the green diamond and tourmaline earrings from Cartier's cactus collection, replacing them with her hoop earrings. 

From the corner of her eye she noticed Jack looking down at his phone with a deep frown. He hung up but seconds later it rang. 

He cursed and answered. "What?" He got up and paced around. "Today's my day off, Neelam…Yeah, I'll be there." 

Miriam pretended to organize her jewelry while Jack talked more. She didn't hear much, but she could tell he was annoyed. 

"Everything okay?" She asked him when he hung up.

She sat on the couch. Jack plopped himself on the couch and rested his head on her lap. One leg was stretched out to the armrest and the other was firmly planted on the floor.

"No, I just got called into the recording studio. One of the sound engineers wanted to try this thing and they can only do it today because they're going to Jamaica to work with someone else for a month." He looked sullen. "We had plans and now I ruined them."

"It's okay. We were just gonna watch the new 'Conjuring' movie and eat pizza back at your rental." She said twirling his curls and gently scratching his scalp. "Unless we were doing something else."

"Maybe you giving me head scratches 'cause, fuck," He moaned in pleasure,  melting to her touch. "Forgot how good your hands feel on me."

"You're just like Daisy when I give her belly scratches. I'm surprised you're not thumping one of your legs."

"That's because I'm not a dog." He said as a matter of fact. Miriam pulled her lips together. He sat up. "Hey, take that shit back."

"I didn't say anything." She giggled defensively.

"You didn't have to, your face said enough." He crossed his arms and fake pouted, looking away from her.

"You're so melodramatic." She teased. 

A few seconds passed and he didn't budge. His fake pout turned to a real frown. Part of him suspected that she hadn't fully forgiven him for the stuff with her sister. If he was in her shoes he wouldn't have. But he at least expected that she didn't think ill of him. 

"Hey, I'm just playing." She said softly. She stood up and pulled his arms apart. She straddled his lap and pulled his face up so he could look at her. "Jack, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I should have been more aware of what it could have meant. Especially after the hurtful things I said to you when–"

"You're good." He said, cutting off her rambling. He dropped his shoulders. "I let my insecurities get the best of me. I really don't want to fuck this up." 

"You're not." She said, scooting closer to him.

"You're a Warriors fan right?" Jack asked Miriam, casually resting his hands on the side of her thighs.

"Yeah, but I mostly like watching their games up in Oakland. I have my own reserved courtside seat and everything." She said. Her hands dropped to his chest and she began playing with the strings of his hoodie.

"Oh, so I guess you wouldn't want to go with me to see them at the Clippers game this weekend then." He shrugged.

She stopped playing with the strings and made a face. "Now hold on. I didn't say that." 

"So you do want to go with me?"

"Depends on the seats. I only do courtside."

"Obviously they're courtside. We can't have you sit with the common folk." He said coolly. 

"Glad we're on the same page." 

"Me too." 

There was a shift between them. The animosity they had evaporated into the air when they looked into their eyes. Jack glanced down to her lips then back to soft brown eyes. He tentatively reached for a loose curl and tucked it behind her ear. He gently cupped her cheek and slowly pulled her to him. 

"Miriam," her mom said entering the dressing room. Her eyes widened seeing her daughter sitting on Jack's lap. "I'm so sorry for interrupting."

Isabela closed the door, letting the pair scramble off each other. Miriam went to her vanity and went to finish packing up her things while Jack went to the divider to fix the tent in his pants. He grabbed his backpack and his keys. 

"Uh, I'll see you later." He said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I'll see you." Miriam nodded.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Jack exited the dressing room. Miriam rushed over to the door to hear what her mom was telling him. She cursed when she heard her mom's laughter. All she hoped for was that her mom wouldn't say something embarrassing. It was bad enough that she walked in on them almost kissing, the last thing Miriam wanted was for her mom to make it a running joke. 

Isabela walked in with her phone glued to her ear. She motioned Miriam if she was ready to go as she listened to whoever was on the other side talking. She nodded yes and grabbed her things. 

They didn't talk on the drive home since Isabela was working out her filming schedule with her own agent for an upcoming series, so Miriam spent it on her phone. Both the tiktok of her and Joseph Gordon Levitt recreating a scene from 10 Things I Hate About You and the video of her pretending not to know Jack and his song 'WHAT'S POPPIN' when she was playing the singing game with Joseph Gordon Levitt and Jimmy Fallon were going viral on Twitter. A few of her fans pointed out that she did in fact know who Jack was and retweeted the video of them at the soccer game along with a screenshot of her post with lyrics to his songs. Miriam retweeted them with 'it's called acting lol'.

"I guess I now know what my mom meant when she said that her and my dad had breakfast with you and your amiguito." Isabela said as they waited in line to get through their neighborhood's security gate. 

"Abuela talks too much. And Jack is just my friend." Miriam said defensively. 

"If you say so." Her mom said with an amused look.

"We are." She insisted. 

"Yo no dije nada. If you say you're friends, then you're friends." She shrugged. 

They pulled up to the house. The staff came out to help them with their things. Miriam asked the housekeeper to place her things in her room and that she'll arrange them later. She followed her mom to the kitchen. Her brother was in front of the stove stirring a pot.

"What's this?" Isabela asked Joseph, gesturing to the kitchen island. 

There was a small money tree and two other plants in slate colored eco pots. In front of the plants was a magnetic gift box with a white envelope on top of it. 

"A guy with Tarzan hair dropped this off for Miriam. It's from a certain amiguito as abuela likes to say." He said in a teasing tone. He pointed at the gift box. "Oh and what's inside the box is not chocolate." 

"It's illegal to open people's mail." Miriam chastised her older brother, ignoring her mom's knowing smirk. 

"It's technically not mail, there was no stamp or return address." Joseph said, going back to the stove. 

Miriam ignored him and straight to the envelope. It had her name written in the front and was wax sealed in the back with a butterfly design. She carefully opened the envelope with a butter knife, not wanting to ruin the wax seal. She pulled out a small note card and smiled at the message: ''Congrats on your film, moviestar.' Jack's signature took up most of the space in the note card. She placed it back in its envelope. 

She reached for the gift box. Inside was a square-shaped black box with shredded white paper filling the bottom. She grabbed the box and set it on the island. 

"Oh my fucking god, Miriam, just open it." Joseph groaned at her for taking a long time to open her presents. 

She gave him an annoyed look and went back to the box. She lifted the cover and revealed a necklace. Her eyes widened at the sight. Miriam lifted the necklace off its box to inspect it better. There were six gold butterflies evenly spaced with eight clusters, each cluster consisting four, of what she hoped were fake diamonds. 

Miriam looked at her mom and brother and laughed dryly. "Those are definitely not chocolates."

*** 

Jack's social battery drained out an hour into Zack's party. He did a few rounds and took pictures with people in the photo booth. After taking pictures, he mostly hung out with Lil Nas X. He was with Winnie and her boyfriend, but he felt like a third wheel and the friend Winnie introduced him to was boring him. She was an upcoming rapper/r&b singer. The one thing that interested his team was that she spoke French because she spent half of her upbringing in Paris. His team wanted someone that spoke French to film a video with him to promote his upcoming tour. 

'Fuck it' he thought to himself. He pulled out his phone and called Miriam as he made his way to the bathroom for privacy. 

"Bueno?" She answered.

"Hey, it's me, Jack." He said.

"I know, I have your number saved."

"Right…" he leaned against the bathroom sink.

"What's up?" Miriam asked him. 

"Nothing, I'm bored." He sighed.

"Didn't the party just start an hour ago?" She giggled. 

"Yeah, that's why I wish you were here." He said truthfully. "You're more fun to be around."

"Obviously I am." She said, making him chuckle. "But I'm at work…unless you wanna come over to set. I came in early, my call time is at 11pm." 

"I won't be bothering you?"

"No, I was just gonna order food then watch my friends heckle Bobby Flay on his show while I wait." 

Jack nodded. "Okay, send me the address and I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Va." She said before hanging up.

His phone lit up seconds later with the address and a picture of a code security had to scan to let him into the set. He exited the bathroom and did his rounds of saying goodbye to the people he knew. He vaguely agreed to meet with people and attend their parties as he bid goodbye to them. He made eye contact with Gigi, the girl who played his love interest in the Luv is Dro video, and who also happened to be a really close friend of Miriam's. She was with her boyfriend, the four members of 5 Seconds of Summer, and the Hunter sisters (Alina and Gia).

He nodded at her, but she waved him over. So he went over to say hi. 

"Hey, I'm heading out. I'm sorry I didn't see you earlier." He said, giving her a side hug.

"Bro, I just got here." Gigi giggled.

She motioned to the group and introduced them to Jack. He greeted everyone and made brief small talk. He checked the time and sighed. 

"Do you have to be somewhere?" Gigi asked him.

Jack leaned into her. "I'm going over to see Miriam." He pulled back and watched her eyes widened in excitement. He leaned back. "Don't start, we're just friends."

"I'm not gonna say anything!" She exclaimed in a tone where she was most definitely gonna say something. She closed her mouth then opened it, asking, "Do you mind getting in another group picture? The photo booth finally died down."

"I'm down." 

Jack followed Gigi's friend group to the photobooth. He awkwardly stood off to the side as Gia, one of the Hunter sisters, arranged the group so they all could fit in the picture. Which was a struggle since all six men (Gigi's boyfriend, 5sos and Jack) were at least six feet tall, but Gia made it work. The photographer took about five pictures and Jack was in his way.

While he waited for the valet to bring in his car, he looked up how far the set was from where he was. He was surprised to find out the set was a fifteen minute drive to Van Nuys. He texted Miriam if she wanted food. She replied seconds later that she was fine with whatever he wanted. Jack decided on In-N-Out. 

He pulled up to the drive-thru and ordered a double-double for himself with no tomatoes and one for Miriam but instead of regular fries and a drink, he ordered animal fries and a vanilla shake, but also ordered regular fries and a pink lemonade for her. 

The drive to In-N-Out to set took five minutes. He showed security the code Miriam sent him. Security told him to follow the parked golf carts all the way to the end and that would lead him to the guest parking and the trailers. He got lucky and Miriam's trailer was close to the parking lot. 

He grabbed their food and knocked on her trailer door. Miriam opened the door. Her eyes widened seeing the food he carried. 

"By any chance you haven't seen my Instagram story right?" She asked him, motioning him inside. 

"No, why?" He asked her skeptically. 

"No reason, let me just delete it." She mumbled under breath, reaching for her phone that was next to their food. 

But Jack was closer to her phone. He snatched her phone before she could get it and placed it in his pocket. 

"Jack, give me my phone." She said, trying to reach for it.

"No, I wanna see what you posted."

He stood up, lifting his arm up so she couldn't reach it and loaded Instagram. Her story was the first one to appear. He tapped it. It was a mirror selfie of her in her trailer with the caption 'I'm fucking the next person that brings me In-N-Out.' Jack looked over his shoulder to a mortified Miriam. 

"I don't have condoms, sorry." He shrugged apologetically, handing her back her phone. 

"Funny," she laughed wryly, looking at him. She noticed that he was still wearing his suit from the party. "I have extra clothes if you want to change."

"Oh thank god, 'cause I can't stand this suit."

Miriam snorted at his comment and went to her duffle bag. She grabbed a pair of oversized sweats and hoodie for him. She tossed them to him. "Here, the bathroom is down the hall."

Jack held up the hoodie and pursed his lips. "I've been looking for this hoodie." 

"Who said it was yours?" 

"The fucking tag. I got my initials stitched on them." He showed her the inside tag, low and behold, JH was stitched in the tag.

"I think it's time you know the truth. My real name is Julia Hernandez. The Dominguez family adopted me when I was fourteen but what they didn't know was that the orphanage I was raised at was an assassin training facility." Miriam said in a somber tone.

Jack was quiet, thinking over what she said. It was obvious that she was lying but the way she executed her little speech had him questioning it.

"Not you thinking it's true." She said, folding over laughing. 

"I'm gonna change." He murmured. 

Miriam rolled her eyes. She cleaned up the coffee table and placed the food on it. She unlocked her phone and snapped a picture of their food. After making sure there wasn't anything in the picture that can be traced back to Jack, she captioned it '👁👄👁' and posted it on her public account. 

She switched to Twitter and the first thing she saw was a picture of Calum and the girl that has been claiming that she's his girlfriend and that Claudia is his fake one for PR purposes. The girl was going the extra mile to buy clothes that looked similar to Calum's to act as if they were his. Miriam cursed in Spanish and facetimed her friend. She knew Claudia wasn't going because she was teaching summer school at a magnet school, so she couldn't stay up late in the middle of the week. 

"I know I saw. Mede sent me the picture and Gigi texted me and told me that she was begging for a picture." Claudia answered. She was in Calum's trademark Empathy hoodie. 

"I figured. I just wanted to check in." She said, sipping her milk shake. 

"I'm fine. I know Cal isn't cheating. I trust him. Plus he's not stupid enough to go out with his alleged amante to an event my cousin and two of my friends are attending. He actually mentioned to me that he was planning on talking to her face to face to sort this shit out because he's even tired of her shit."

"That's good. He needs to set boundaries and–"

Miriam was cut off by Claudia's sniffles.

"It's just so frustrating." Claudia began. She pulled on the hoodie and hugged herself. "Me vale verga what she says because at the end of the day she's rhe one making herself look stupid. But I'm just tired of him not doing anything. A simple tweet would clear the air. Pero no dice nada. Then there's the fucking dumb fans that actually believe her and are in my shit commenting how she suits him more because she’s not too Latina. Which is so fucked up to say and I don't have the energy to get in to it, but you know." 

"Who is she? I've only seen her at a brunch thingy with Kat and her model friends." Miriam asked. 

"She's some r&b singer. She was pretty popular in France because she was raised there and knows French and incorporates it in her music. Like she's interesting, even from what I heard about her music, which isn't the best lyrically, she can gain a decent following here. So I don't know why she's making up these lies about Cal. It got to the point where I asked him if she used to be one of his groupies from back then. I hate how it makes me look crazy and untrusting."

"Was she?"

"No, but they met when we started talking because Mitchy Collins befriended her during their tour in 2018. Which is probably why your sister knows her. That creep likes to hang out with girls several years younger than him." Claudia huffed. She looked to the side, she smiled softly. "Hi."

"Hey." Calum mumbled, coming into the frame. He leaned down to kiss her and inspected her face. "Have you been crying?"

"She was," Miriam said, making her presence known. "I saw she posted a picture editing her reaction to 'In the Heights' and I called her. She started crying saying how proud of me she was."

She watched Claudia relax, thankful that she made up an excuse as to why she was crying.

"I'm not surprised, half of her video was crying." He joked.

"Cal, you're spoiling the video." Claudia mumbled.

"She was in the movie, she knows what happened." He said, laying down next to her. He looked straight at Miriam. "I met your friend at the party earlier."

"What friend?" Claudia asked, tilting her head with a knowing grin.

"Don't worry about it." Miriam shrugged.

With her luck, Jack walked out of the bathroom and was in the frame. 

"Oh shit, I didn't mean to interrupt your call." He said, his cheeks flushing when he realized her friends could see him. 

"You're good. I was just hanging up." She said,"Bye."

"Güey–"

Miriam didn't let Claudia finish. She knew she would have said something embarrassing in front of Jack. 

"Why am I just noticing your hair?" Jack said, reaching for a blonde strand to twirl with his fingers. 

"It's a wig. My character is edgy and not like other girls." She said in a snooty tone. She wore a wig with the same shade of brown hair as hers, but it reached her shoulder blades. It was also straight and the underpart was bleached blonde.

"Oh, I thought you were finally embracing your grandpa's white side." He said dropping the strand. "You look good though."

Miriam burst into a fit of giggles. "I hate you, you know."

"Not even ten minutes ago you wanted to fuck me because I brought you In-N-Out." He said, reaching for his tomato-less burger. 

"You're taking my instagram story out of context?" 

"Am I?" He asked. 

"Yes!" 

He shrugged, taking a bite of his burger. "We'll agree to disagree." 

*

An hour or so passed and it was time for Miriam to get her makeup done so she could film her scenes. The makeup artist entered the trailer and spotted a sleeping Jack. It was obvious that the makeup artist knew who he was, but Miriam didn't say anything. Not until she saw the makeup artist position her phone at a weird angle that was pointing directly at Jack after she spent a good ten minutes texting. 

"Um, I don't want to sound rude or anything, but I have a no phones rule when I have crew members in my trailer. It's late and I think you'll be more efficient if you don't have your phone distracting you." Miriam said.

"Oh, of course." The makeup artist nodded with a tight lipped smile. They took their phone and slipped it inside their bag. 

Miriam knew they were probably gonna talk or post about Jack sleeping in her trailer with her thick tiger blanket, but at least they wouldn't have any photographic evidence to support their claims. She knew Jack had an image to protect and a picture of him sleeping in her trailer wouldn't fit the image he and his team created. 

The makeup artist finished their job and left the trailer. Miriam went to change into the outfit her character wore. It wasn't different to what she was currently wearing: running shorts and baggy t-shirt. Her character was supposed to wear biker shorts and a baggy t-shirt of the fictional high school's mathletes team. She ripped out a page from the prop notebook that had some of her lines and scribbled that she was in filming for Jack in case he woke up while she was gone. After they ate, he dozed off while she went over her lines. She knew he was exhausted from spending late nights in the studio the past few days. He helped her align her sleep schedule since he was up until the early morning cooped up in the studio. 

There was a loud knock coming from her trailer door. "Miss. Dominguez, you're needed on set." 

"I'll be there in a minute." She said, grabbing her long 'The North Face' black puffer jacket the production team gave her to wear around the set. 

She grabbed her chanclas and scripts. She jumped hearing Jack turning awake. She had hoped that he was out for the night and was finally getting his much needed rest. 

"Damn, I wasn't expecting you to be the type to leave while I sleep." Jack said, sitting up and stretching.

"They need me on set. You can stay here and keep sleeping. I'll be down there for a few hours." 

"Are you sure?" He said, laying back down.

"Yeah." Miriam nodded. "If you need anything, text me. One of the production assistants will have my phone and they'll come get me."

Jack nodded, pulling her warm blanket over his body. Stifling a yawn, he said. "Go do your thing, moviestar."

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[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 29

Dozens of celebrities visit LAX every day, from both arrivals and departures. Even still, it feels like a risk. I asked David to park us outside while I looked for a flight. On another day, I might be embarrassed, asking him to wait while I frantically look for the soonest flight to Connecticut. There are several arriving in New York that leave much sooner, but I don't want to risk being seen even more. I book one straight to Connecticut leaving in three hours, thank David, and shoot a text to my mom. I'm crossing all of my fingers that my parents have not seen the pictures. Not that they're superbly technologically savvy, but with my mom's friends and their stalking tendencies...I can't even think about that right now.

I buy one of the first books I see after getting through security, ignoring the two tabloids with Javi's face on the cover, and the one with both of us. At my gate, with my knees pull up to my chest, cat down over my eyes, and my book in front of my face, I feel like I've created a little cocoon of safety. After about ten minutes, I realize I bought an informational book about marine life. Absolutely no connection to Hollywood, romance, or mistakes. I'm thrilled.

Sitting here for a while, I feel too numb to even be afraid of my flight. I look down at my bracelet occasionally, and remember that my last flight was also riddled with anxiety. Except this time, the worst of the worst has come true. But I still don't feel scared. I feel like the most important thing is just to get to Connecticut. If I can get there, I can breathe. No one will be able to find me at my parents house. There's no way they'll be able to find that much information about me in such a short time-span. And I don't think my face is the one that would be worth flying out for. Sure, they might hound me here, but from what I know, they would only follow Javi.

Javi, who has called three times since my arrival.

I told David to text Javi once I left the car. I couldn't handle the idea of him calling me before I bought the flight. Hearing his voice would make me change my mind. And it was convenient that I would be too busy going through security and getting to my gate to miss the first two. But now I had no excuse for the third. With an hour and a half left before my flight, I send out a text to Javi.

Me: I'm sorry I missed your calls. I asked David to let you know my plans... I can't let you get more heat if they figure out I'm staying at your house. I'm so sorry, for all of it. I'll call you when I get home.

I send one to Lana and Mia as well, giving them the sparknotes, and I turn off my phone. I know the girls and Javi will be kind, but I don't want to think about it anymore. I zone out staring at a photo of a beluga whale until it's time to board.

- - -

I came dangerously close to collapsing in my mom's arms when her and her sedan greeted me at New Haven's much smaller airport. I had many heart palpitations during takeoff, and there were a few times I thought my body would turn into full-blown panic. But thankfully, flying when you know you're flying away from a public relations crisis that could cost you your job seems to be easier for me. Though that is a lesson I would've been happy never to have learned.

Now that we're safely in the walls of my parents' Cape Cod-style home, I'm bordering on big, big tears. I never miss home. I miss my parents, of course. But I never think of Connecticut in that wistful way everyone else talks about their hometowns. There's some nostalgia, but there's some bad memories, too. I push that thought away as I plop down on their couch. There are other, more recent memories I need to forget. And right now, this feels like the most comforting place in the world.

My mom fiddles with her keys before dropping them on the entryway table. I could tell she was holding back the entire ride home from the airport. She asked about the flight, and about my recent projects, about my friends, and now...

"Where's dad?" I beat her to the punch.

"He's out picking up your favorite."

"Pepe's?" I ask hopefully and she nods, "At 10pm? You're both saints."

"Yes, ma'am," she giggles.

She sits down next to me, placing a hand gingerly on my knee.

"Honey," her voice is much more serious than before, "Are you sure you're okay? You rarely come home. And then within a few hours you text us you're on your way, and you only have a purse with you and no return flight. What's going on?"

"You should've been a detective."

This time she doesn't giggle, she just pins me with her worried expression.

I fiddle with a thread on one of the throw pillows. "Have your friends said anything about me?"

Now she just looks confused. "Uh, no. I've been at work today though."

"Right. Well, I sort of became a topic of conversation recently and—"

"Hello!" My dad bellows, pushing open the front door, two large pizza boxes leading the way.

"Dad!" I hop up. I hug him tightly, nearly sending the pizza to the floor before my mom catches it from behind us.

"Hi, sweetie." He gives me a kiss on the top of my head, and I can feel my eyes sting.

This part of home, I miss.

As we gather in the kitchen, I fill my dad in on what I had already told my mom. I ask them both about work, and their friends. Some of their friends became grandparents, and the thought of that makes my stomach lurch. They laugh at my expression, and I'm relieved there's no additional pressure there. I don't feel much pressure at all as we talk in between pizza slices. I feel lighter than I have in a while. Like all of that attention was some wild Hollywood dream, and I woke up in the safety of my old life.

"Okay, this old man has to call it." My dad finally says, pointing at the clock on the stove. 12:06am.

"Me too," my mom says, kissing my cheek. "I got your room set up for you. Do you need anything before bed?"

I shake my head, hugging them both. "No, just this. Thank you guys."

"You're welcome. But you know I will be wanting to finish our conversation tomorrow," My mom whispers before patting me on the back.

"I know," my laughter is nervous, but she lets it go.

I follow them upstairs, bringing my purse with me. My old room is now half an office, but they left some of my old stuff behind. I rummage through the closet, finding an old high school pep rally t-shirt to throw on. Though "throw on" may be a stretch, because speaking of stretch, this thing barely fits. I decide to go with just a fresh pair of underwear I brought, and make a mental note to raid my mom's closet tomorrow.

I plug in my phone, slipping under the covers. I brought my marine life book into bed with me, just in case any distracting thoughts kept me awake. But staring at a rather spritely looking sea turtle, my eyes are getting heavy. With the time difference, it's past 3am for me. Before I know it, I fall into a dreamless sleep.

- - -

The next morning, after a cold slice of Pepe's for breakfast, I took a walk around my neighborhood. My charged, but turned-off, phone in my pocket. My mom told me that she would probably be able to get off of work early, but didn't have time to warn them last night. My dad said he would try to do the same, but client meetings might keep him later. I didn't mind. I knew I would need some time to figure out how to explain the situation to them, and I would also need to check this phone of mine. I don't want to leave anyone hanging, but...the quiet is nice. The air here is slightly cooler with September rolling in, and the streets are peaceful. I decide that once I remember which houses used to hand out full-size candy bars, I need to turn on my phone.

I gather up the courage sitting on the front stoop, even though the cool bricks freeze my bum. I'm glad this stoop is paparazzi-free at least.

There are less messages from yesterday. Lana and Mia just said to text when I'm settled and that they understand, so I fire another one off to them letting them know I'm safe and I'm cooling off. I wait a few more minutes before reading Javi's messages. I feel a pit in my stomach. I can't imagine that he'll want to deal with all this. And now that I've given him some space, he'll probably be able to see that it's easier with me far away, or just...out of his life in general. I swallow the lump in my throat and open the conversation anyway.

Immediately after I texted him that I was going home he replied.

Javi: Do what you need to do. I completely understand. Though I will be wishing you were here with me instead

And again once he figured I had landed.

Javi: You're probably catching up with your parents, but sleep well. It's late here at home This morning, 5am L.A. time, 8am East Coast time.

Javi: Good morning beautiful. Jonah and I are speaking with Dwayne today. I know it's probably not the best thing to hear this morning but I want to keep you up to date. Call me when you can. We're meeting at 9

I look at the clock. In that case, with the time difference, they're meeting now. I wish I still had more of my neighborhood to walk. The idea of Javi, his lawyer, and Dwayne all in a room together is enough nervous energy to walk five more miles. Besides the idea of the meeting, however, his texts calm me. I thought that looking through my phone would feel like it did yesterday: uncontrollable chaos. But it's the opposite. They soothe me, and it makes me want to speak with him even more. Not just to know what happens in that awful meeting, but just to hear his voice.

Me: Thank you for the update :) I'm sorry for the late reply...and for leaving. But it's been good to be here. Call me when you're out of the meeting if you can

I decide the next best thing is to shower. I take my time, going through my mom's closet afterwards like I had promised last night. I find a t-shirt of hers that actually fits, as well as a hoodie and some soft shorts. Me, my wet hair, and my hoodie are enjoying another slice of pizza when my phone rings.

My heart flutters before I look at who the call belongs to, and then I spit my pizza out onto my plate.

"Hello?" I say, even though I know who it is.

"Ava? It's Dwayne. I've got our lawyer, Devon on with us as well as Tom from public relations. Is now a good time?"

Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck. "Um, sure." Do I need a lawyer on this call?

"We just spoke with Mr. Gutierrez. I've been told that you are aware of the recent press. Is that right?"

"Yes," I swallow hard, "I've seen it."

"We've been in talks this morning about how to handle the situation. Tom has advised Javi on what the next steps are going to be. When it comes to you, I want to reiterate that you aren't in trouble. What we spoke about beforehand remains true, however, I need to ask again, do you plan to press any charges?"

I splutter for a moment. "Charges against–against Javi?"

"Yes. Or Mr. Henley."

How does he factor in this situation?

"Dwayne, I'm a little out of the loop here. I won't be pressing charges against Javi. But why would I want to press charges against Blake? Do you mean for before?"

"Uh, no, not from before..."

There is a pause on their end of the call. Some rustling, and then a new, deep voice begins.

"Miss Cohen, my name is Devon Wallace. I'm the studio's lawyer. As Dwayne said, you are not in any trouble. You aren't in breach of contract for becoming intimate with Javi. It is also helpful, for managing PR, that this has come out after filming has wrapped. However, we would like to avoid another scandal if we can."

I'm still lost. "What other scandal?"

"To be ahead of the news cycle, and to protect you as an employee of Norwick, we want to know if you plan on taking legal action against Blake Henley."

"Why would I be suing Blake Henley?"

Devon clears his throat.

"Because he's the one who captured and leaked the photos."

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[anonymouscomrade]

aC on vacation

so here's a summary of day 1, more later when i feel like getting the photos off my phone

got to a hotel where my brother and his wife are staying because fuck driving several hours when i should be asleep. google maps sends me to a parallel fucking dimension where the hotel was built on the opposite side of the city. also the roads here are somehow iced over when most of the road leading here wasn't so go figure. we try to get dinner and almost everywhere is closed on account of the snow, except for this hole in the wall chinese takeout place, because if you can count on any place to be open, it's one of these. they make the best general tso's chicken i've had in a long time, it turns out

woke up at like four in the morning for our 7:30 am flight, because by airport logic being only two hours early is tantamount to no-showing. this was right after shit got polar so the roads were covered in ice. at the parking place, i tried and failed to get past a barrier before the lever arm came back down again because it was on a slight incline and i couldn't get enough traction to clear it before it closed. this happened like SIX TIMES, it was some Three Stooges shit

our shuttle takes us over to the airport. i stick to my brother like a little kid to his mom because he's done this before and i have not. the flight is going to be five hours. which doesn't make sense to me because the return flight is only supposed to be three and a half. i dunno, maybe headwinds or something? i'm not a fucking pilot. i'm anxious to get this part over with because, again, never flown before. after waiting for clearance for what feels like forever (justified, on account of ice) we're finally in the air. it's... nothing? it's kind of mundane and somehow boring. one of the greatest achievements in human history and the only difference between this and being on a bus packed full of strangers is there's no road to rumble against that eventually numbs your butt, and also it's several degrees of magnitude faster than a bus i suppose

we arrive at LAX and if i didn't already feel like a fish out of water then oh boy. how the fuck do people live like this? how do you figure out who's supposed to go where? it's like living in the Kowloon Walled City, thought the guy who grew up imagining anywhere big enough to have a walmart counted as a "big city"

we get another shuttle, this one absolutely cramped with people, to get to the rental car place. my brother argues with the guy (who isn't even actually *physically* there, he's somehow doing sales over Zoom or some shit) for like half an hour before telling him to cancel the whole thing. turns out they wanted close to four times what he was originally quoted and weren't budging. we decide to get an uber to the closest In-n-Out, because we're in California, and also starving, so why not. we're standing in line looking a bunch of huge dorks carrying around suitcases. if i was ever going to be mugged in broad daylight it would be right here, right now. i order a double double combo, swap out the tomato for onions because raw tomato has all the texture and flavor of a balloon filled with wet sand, and onions and cheeseburgers go together like chocolate and peanut butter. the burger's okay, i guess. the fries are the most boring fries i've ever eaten. at least it's probably the cheapest meal i'll have while i'm here

we take another uber to get to our airbnb, about 45 minutes out. every other billboard is this guy

we arrive and immediately notice something is wrong. it was advertised as 4 bed. there are TWO double beds. this is pretty good if you're two married couples and not so much if you're the double third wheel travelling with two married couples. there's one room with a folding leather futon and not much else that seems kind of pointless and i decide this is where i'll stay. turns out that futon is the least comfortable sleeping surface ever manufactured in human history and there are maybe three exact positions that are even kind of comfortable enough to fall asleep in while lying on it and not having an iron bar press up into your lower back or your shoulderblade or the back of your neck

END OF DAY 1

[dirtybitfic]

Neon red ( Matt sturniolo fan fiction)

⚠️-chasing, woods, making fantasies a reality,smutty smut smutttttt coming in part two( don’t read if it ain’t your vibe 💋)

( play this song once it gets to the woods scene 🫡 trust and believe it makes it 100 times better)

Y/n pov-

Me and Matt have been best friends for so long we just understand each other on a level no one else does .

We had a whole trip to a cabin in Oregon planned with me , Matt , Chris, Nick and a couple other friends but they all had to cancel since Chris got invited to a music event he’s wanted to go to for years and Nick and everyone else just weren’t feeling it anymore.

It’s not a big deal that you and Matt were going alone but you were nervous since you haven’t gone on a trip just the two of you let alone to a remote cabin in the middle of !NO WHERE! but none the less Matt was excited to get off the grid for a couple days and relax.

You packed a good amount of warm clothes since the trip was for a week and a half and it was gonna be a little cold since it was fall . You packed a couple bikinis too since the place had a hot tub which was Chris’s request but you weren’t mad about it.

You finished packing and called matt to tell him your packed and ready for your 3 am flight and he can come pick you up when he is ready.

Matts pov-

Text to y/n

Matt-Hey I’m otw be there in about 10 y/n- kk sounds good

I’m excited for this trip me and y/n have always talked about wanting to go to Oregon in fall since we absolutely love fall and Oregon is so pretty during fall.

I turned on some music otw to pick y/n up . As I was driving I started to get a little nervous thinking about how it’s just gonna be me and her on the trip but I’m not upset about it since she’s one of the only people I can be authentically myself around without any judgment. I love having her in my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I also have something to talk to her about that might make shit very awkward but ig we’ll find out

I texted her that I was outside as I pulled up and hopped out and popped the trunk so I could put her suitcase in the back

She came out and smiled at me while she locked the door .I took her suitcase from her and gave her a hug and put it in the trunk while she hopped into the car

Y/n pov- god Matt I’m so exited you don’t even know and best believe I’m going to force you to take insta pics for me

Mat just laughed and rolled him eyes a little bit knowing you’d say that . About 30 minutes later you got to the lax airport, parked the car and got onto the shuttle that took you to the south west terminal. You guys got through security quickly given you both have tsa precheck

You made it to your boarding spot and sat for about 20 minutes before you guys boarded the plane

After a 2 and a half hour flight you landed in Oregon you went to baggage claim and grabbed your bags and then picked up the car Matt had rented it was an all black jeep with red interior. You threw your bags into the trunk and got on the road . It was about an hour drive to sandy which is where the cabin was .

You drifted off to sleep since you had pulled an all nighter .

Matt shook you awake softly as you opened your eyes you saw nothing but the woods and cabin . you smiled him still a little groggy and he told you to go inside and he’d bring in y’all’s bags . You gladly obliged and went to unlock the door with the key the owners left under the doormat and walked in . it was so cozy and dark in the cabin which is exactly why you picked it. You went up to find the master bedroom since you had to pee really bad and after the long flight and ride.

Matt’s pov-

I brought in the bags and walked up the stairs to the master bedroom setting our bags down I went into the closet to start hanging up some stuff as y/n walked out and grabbed her bag to start doing the same . After I finished hanging my stuff I turned to hug her from the back and she giggled a little as she rapped her arms over mine and leaned back a little into my chest my heart fluttered and I don’t know why but she makes my heart flutter from small sweet things she does.

We walked out of the closet and I decided to order some pizza and start a fire since y/n said she was gonna take a shower and boy does she love her hour long showers .

The pizza just got here and I payed the driver and went to set it on the dark green and marble island as I heard y/n walk down the stairs. I saw she had taken one of my big fluffy sweatshirts I had brought and was wearing it with thigh high fluffy socks . She loves to take my sweatshirts since their so big on her and I don’t mind cause she looks so cute in them.

Y/n pov-

Hey sorry I took your sweatshirt I just felt like wearing it it’s so big and comfy you said to Matt as you saw him starring at you .

Oh no I don’t mind Matt said it looks good on you . You blushed from the compliment and sat down at the island to start eating after you guys finished Matt put y’all’s plates in the sink and said you should go sit in the living room and pick a movie to watch .

You sat right in front of the fire Matt had started and zoned out staring into the flames.

Matt came in and sat next to you and rapped his arm around your back rubbing softly bringing you out of your trance you leaned into his shoulder

Something on your mind he asked

Oh no, was just watching the fire the flames are so pretty to me you said laughing a little he looked down at you and took a breathe before speaking

Matt’s pov-

I’ve been wanting to bring something up to y/n but I’m feeling a bit nervous since it’s a little weird

Y/n I spoke kind of nervously

She looked up at me hearing my nervous voice yeah she said

I looked deeply in her eyes I have this fantasy I’ve been thinking about and your always the person that comes to mind I said

Alright well you know you can tell me anything Matt so spill she said with a little smirk

Okay well… I kinda wanna I paused to rub my neck with my hand nervously I wanna chase you through the woods and if I catch you I fuck you right in the woods with nothing but darkness surrounding us

Y/n fully turned to face me shocked by what I said she had a deep red flush across her face as she took a shaky breathe before she spoke you’ve fantasied about this a lot ? She questions with a small smirk

Yes so many times I say

She looked so deep in my eyes and said okay I’ll do it

I was taken back from her words you … you will I said still shocked

Absolutely 100 percent I’ve fantasized about something exactly like this after reading my favorite book haunting Adeline she says smiling wider I took her hand and brought us both to our feet I leaned down and kissed her deep and sweetly I told her to go put on some shoes she ran up to the room and I watched as she giggled .

God I can’t wait to catch her I thought as I felt myself grow harder from the thoughts of what I’m going to do to her

Y/n pov-

I cant believe this is happening and I never thought Matt would be into this kinda thing that’s why I never brought up my fantasy with him but fuck me I am already wet from the thoughts I practically flew back down the stairs to meet him in the living room

I’m gonna give you a 15 second start and your gonna run as fast as you can and just know that when I catch you I’m not gonna be sweet and calm Matt says

I hope you wouldn’t be after all im the prey and predators don’t play nicely you say Matt walks to open the door and looks at you with darkened eyes better start running slut he says he starts counting you take no time to start sprinting down the stairs into the dark woods you realized after you were getting deeper in the woods you have no light illuminating your way other than the moon which was partly covered by the dark clouds . Usually cloudy nights are your favorite but you started to get a little scared from how dark your surroundings were

You heard Matt calling your name in a very predatorial way causing chills to run up your body you start running faster getting smacked by branches left and right of you definitely leaving scratches on your exposed legs but you didn’t care you were just running you started to get out of breathe so you hid behind a tree waiting to hear any sign of Matt getting closer

The silence deafening as you started to get even more turned on knowing he would catch you sooner or later

You heard Matt calling out y/nnnn he called in a haunting way causing you to shiver from fear and arousal he was definitely closer than before you put your hand up to your mouth to try and silence your breathing you started hearing twigs snap to your left causing you to spring up and run in the opposite direction you tripped over a fallen tree and screamed out from your hard landing onto the rough ground you groaned from the pain and in seconds Matt was right above you breathing so hard you could see his breathe in the cold air

He laughing so sadistically causing your breathe to hitch and you to shiver

Caught you… Matt says so deep and dark you let out a moan from the possessive tone in his voice

…. Pt.2 coming right after this since this part is getting long asf

Be ready bitches shits boutta get nastyyyyy😈🫡

#woods #fantasy #dirty nasty #matt sturniolo #smut #part 1/2 #Spotify

[lunearobservatory]

IDC has a TOTAL SHIT LIST of states based off their major international airports ALONE. She travels so much she doesn't know most states personally but has definitely been to their airports through chance or choice.

LAX? Messy. Dallas/Fort Worth? HELL. Phoenix Int.? Mediocre, but the parking garage is absolutely insane. What were you thinking with the spiral ramps? Art nouveau or whatever.

She really is like a rich girlboss aunt who moved to Europe and begrudgingly comes back for family holidays with a French accent. Love that for her

#based on my own experiences #airports are either hell mediocre or have one neat thing #like philly int has sensory isolation rooms for people #and privacy boxes for nursing mothers #i sat in one of the sensory rooms and cried after missing a flight 8/10 place to hide during a panic attack tbh #lune talks #wttt headcanons #ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt #wttsh #wttt idc

[areseebee]

i haven't shared any writing in a while and, since it's a wednesday and i actually remembered, here's a very long wip wednesday excerpt of the next chapter of someday.

context: for readers of someday, you will know by now that there have been a few vague allusions to a week-long trip erin took to california to visit james in june 2004 (also referenced in the someday timeline). this next chapter is about that trip. it's juicy. an excerpt from the start of the chapter is below the cut.

Los Angeles, 2004

Day 1

As always, LAX was a fucking nightmare.

Unsurprisingly, even getting there had meant James was sitting for an hour in bumper to bumper traffic on the 405. This hadn’t bothered him; he’d planned for this, leaving a whole hour early despite living only a matter of miles away from the airport. 

LA traffic didn’t generally faze him. Sometimes he even preferred it – cars moving at a snail’s pace to his destination. It sure beat having to white-knuckle down the freeway, hugging the far right side of the right-hand lane and telling himself he would live to see his destination. He’d never been the most confident driver on a good day and having to share the road with a whole population who drove as if they had a death wish was usually downright terrifying.

So, sitting in traffic, he’d been happy to let himself loosen up a little as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel to the beat of Britney Spears, playing loud enough on his car radio that it drowned out the angry honks of traffic, blasted the AC until it was blowing his curls back up off his face even though it was only June, and thought not at all about whether he was going to make to the airport in time. 

Instead, he’d only thought about how fine he felt, all things considered. It wasn’t like he was anxious or anything. Really.

It was just Erin. His friend. Erin. Who he hadn’t seen in about a year, not since before he’d left for Australia. 

He felt fine.

But then there’d been no parking. No parking. What? Was everyone in LA somehow picking up a friend who they maybe, sort of, regretted inviting? 

Ok, maybe he didn’t regret it, but he definitely wasn’t sure that he was looking forward to a whole week of Erin staying on his couch.

He hadn’t even meant to invite her, not really. He’d had the phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, and she’d been complaining about the shit weather and about having nothing to do in between temp jobs, and he’d just accidentally broken the yolk in what would have been an over medium egg when he off-handedly said, “Too bad you can’t come visit me.”

And he’d known, right as she paused before asking if he was serious, that she was going to end up in his LA flat for a week.

And now here he was – circling the P2A car park with no open spots in sight. 

It took another 10 minutes of driving up the spiralled car park and back down again before he finally caught a car pulling out. Triumphant but harried, he quickly parked, jogged his way down the stairs, across the crosswalk, and into the terminal, checking his watch. Right on time.

Except – well, except that he couldn’t find the right incoming flight up on the arrivals board. And when he asked a passing security guard, James got an answer that he would have dreaded at any airport, but especially this one: “Dude. You’re in the wrong terminal.”

Fuck.

James jogged right back out, starting to feel a little breathless from the exertion and the unnerving feeling of becoming increasingly late with every second of indecision. He had planned for this. He wasn’t supposed to be late. He was supposed to be right at the arrivals door, waiting to usher her to baggage claim where he’d offer to carry her bags as they walked to the car. 

And then after that he’d thought, maybe, if she wasn’t too tired, they could go immediately to the beach. 

That would really make a splash during the first few hours of her visit, pun very much intended.

Should he get his car? He’d have to drive around the whole fucking airport again. 

Walk? But Erin would have all of her luggage. 

Be spirited away from this horrible place to another dimension that didn’t involve driving or smog or endless concrete or friends he was a little too eager to see? Yes, that one, definitely that one.

In the end, he drove all the way around the airport, took too long to find parking again, and figured he’d be better off hanging out at baggage claim than trying to catch her exiting from her gate.

It had been a good plan, a great one, and the relief he’d felt spotting the back of her blonde head had inadvertently pulled a wide smile across his face in anticipation of seeing her surprise as he tapped her shoulder.

But he’d judged wrong. It wasn’t the back of Erin’s head, and the woman who was very-much-not-Erin physically recoiled when she turned around and saw him.

“Er. Sorry. I thought you were someone –” he stammered, taking an instinctive step back.

He heard a laugh behind him and a voice – the voice – brightly ask, “James?” He spun around to see Erin who had, of course, witnessed the whole thing.

“Fucking finally.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” her muffled voice came from his shoulder on the tail end of the hug he pulled her into. When she stepped back, her cheeks in high colour and her eyes shining, she gave him a skittish, shy look and said, “It’s good to see you. Are you – ok? You’re sweating –”

“It’s good to see you,” he answered, wiping his hand quickly across his brow. What a fucking embarrassment. “Sorry I was late. Traffic. Parking. Wrong terminal. You know. Good flight?”

She shrugged happily. “It was fine.”

“Did you get your bags?” She gestured to the roller suitcase next to her. “Oh good. Ready to go? Can I take it for you?”

“Aye, fine,” she answered with a smile.

“Great. Let’s go this way.”

She followed him out the sliding glass doors and back into the sunshine as he prattled on about possible plans for the week, too flustered to keep his mouth shut. “– But first, if you’re not too tired, I thought we could go straight to the beach. You know, really make a splash at the start of your trip. No pun intended.”

“Sure, that sounds fine.”

What was with that word – “fine”? He glanced at her nervously, wondering at what her less-than-enthusiastic word choice could possibly mean. But she was like the sun – happy and shining – looking back at him. He felt warm.

“All right. Let’s do that, then,” he said, pressing the button for the car park lift. He wiped a sheen of sweat off his forehead again. God, why was it so hot out? “Good flight?”

“You already asked me that,” Erin answered, a fidget of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Oh. Right. Well…I forgot what you said.

“It was fine,” she said, trying to sound exasperated but it came out delighted instead. “Long. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Me? I’m great, I’m –” He hit the lift button impatiently a couple more times. “Is this lift coming or not?”

In the end, the lift never came, of course, and they huffed up the car park stairs carrying Erin’s luggage. It then took them another half hour just to get back on Sepulveda, of course, and he couldn’t stop apologising and she wouldn’t stop saying “fine.”

“Sorry. I’d say it’s not normally this bad, but I think it’s actually not as bad as usual.”

“It’s fine,” she said for the eleventh time. 

His only comfort in the word was that she was saying it like she was feeling more than fine. She sounded elated to be sitting here in the car Derek, the stoner from crafty, had sold James for $1,000, moving a metre a minute as they tried to exit the tenth circle of hell.

“Not much to look at though, is it?” she said, peering out the window. He sent her a sidelong glance, trying not to feel disappointed; he didn’t know why he felt so overwhelmingly like he wanted her to like it here. He didn’t.

“Sorry. I’d say it’s just the airport, but I don’t want to get your hopes up,” he said, flicking his directional on as they finally pulled on to the on-ramp for the 1. “Welcome to LA.”

#i may have promised that the next chapter would be in derry #i should really stop promising anything #i've rearranged some things and instead the story will be going back in time to california first #gonna have some of that sweet sweet post-smoke break james POV #someday #my fic #wip wednesday #derry girls

[iasmelaion]

I don't care enough about this to make my own poll(s), but I feel that worst airports poll should have been separated into Worst Airports for Arrivals, Worst Airports for Departures, and Worst Airports for Connections, because these are all very different things. Like, I voted for LAX because the Arrivals experience sucks so much ass, and also because it's pretty hideous and the traffic situation is awful. But tbh I've never really had any problems with domestic or international departures from LAX. Like, you can get dropped off at your terminal, and from there it's pretty straightforward, and I've never spent more than 20 minutes or so getting through security. I've never had delays of more than an hour or so there either.

Arrivals though...UGH. Just a heinous experience all around. Total fuckin' chaos once you exit the terminal and attempt to figure out where the fuck you should go, if you're not being picked up by someone, and if you ARE being picked up by someone, still stressful thanks to the traffic and the exhaust fumes. If you're using rideshare, you either need to walk your ass to the whole separate parking lot for rideshare, or take the shuttle. There's multiple shuttles and buses for cheaper public transport but since the Metro extension isn't finished yet, the many options are confusing. Godspeed if you've parked in another parking lot: you will have to navigate the confusing signage to figure out where the hell your shuttle pick up spot is. If you parked in the economy lot, they helpfully tell you to follow the pink signs, however, MULTIPLE shuttles use these stops so you have to make sure you're getting on the right bus. The whole experience manages to feel grimy too. And of course, the horseshoe layout means that if you miss an exit/stop, you will have to ride ALL THE WAY AROUND again.

Literally the worst arrivals experience. Especially compared to all the European airports I've been to where the arrivals experience is basically less than 30 mins at customs, baggage claim, then walk right out to an easy to spot taxi stand or the airport transfer guy holding up a sign with my name on it.

Also, a special fuck you to Frankfurt for its particular awfulness for connections! The closest I have ever come to missing a flight is thanks to Frankfurt having TWO people at customs, for a line of HUNDREDS, and only after an increasingly stressful 30-40 minutes of waiting in that line, did someone finally bother to be like, "so hey, whose connecting flight is leaving basically now?" and skip us to a separate, shorter line, after which we had to RUN to make it to our gate, which was naturally ALL THE WAY AT THE OTHER END OF THE AIRPORT, and we arrived on the plane wheezing and sweaty, mere minutes before they closed the gate and departed. That flight was AT LEAST a third empty, presumably because so many other people did not make it through Frankfurt's gamut of trials.

Istanbul Airport can also be terrible for connections because it is ENORMOUS but tbf if you're flying Turkish Air they will help you out with fast lanes and such through customs, though they also had the MOST bafflingly thorough security at the gate. Like, AFTER customs and security to get to the right terminal, there was a whole new round of security at the gate itself, which involved another passport and boarding pass check, and then OPENING UP OUR CARRYONS for physical inspection by security people. No idea if this is normal for flights going to the US there, it did not happen the first time I flew from Istanbul back to the US.

Shoutout to connecting through Dublin though: even this past weekend when we were stuck on the plane for 40 mins because of a problem with the airbridge, we still made our connecting flight with a few minutes to spare thanks to all Aer Lingus flights flying out of Terminal 2 and USA preclearance being speedy and straightforward.

My favorite airport remains ONT though. So small, so calm, so usually (comparatively) empty. A very chill arrivals and departure experience. Not many great food options though iirc. Alas I do not fly into or out of it anymore now that I live in LA. I live less than 30 mins from LAX, so even though it sucks, I always fly into and out of it now.

[supernoondles]

2024

In my haste of class planning and making the most of my time in the bay, as I moved to LA for work in December of 2023, I completely forgot to write my year in review. So now I tell that it was a great year!

It was a year of milestones: I finally finished my PhD and graduated over the summer, spent the fall funemployed and traveling, and the last month moving and preparing for what, at least right now, seems to be my dream job. Yet when things are too good, I harbor a greater fear it could all come falling down.

I write this sitting on a plane from SFO to LAX (wretched airport) because 1) it was conveniently timed with my brother and his fiance (!)’s flight back to the Netherlands, and 2) I had airline credit from when I got COVID and could not make my friend’s wedding in Florida. In 2023 I got a PhD, my brother got a bachelor’s, and I got COVID from my mom when we went to Boston for said brother’s graduation. Last night (which isn't technically 2023, but 2024 starts, for me, when my health insurance card finally arrives in the mail and I get in a classroom with students) I hung out with my friends, who largely live in San Francisco, in the endless Asian strip malls of Union City. “When you get to the suburbs, SF and LA aren't so different,” said a friend. This has helped quell my anxiety about the move: that driving 30 minutes to neon plazas of Rowland Heights was semantically and experientially the same as the imitation mission plazas of the East/South Bay. (Since starting to read City of Quartz, again part of my migration south, I have thought: how funny that the lasting impact of the Spaniards, besides white supremacy, is their architecture. How funny it is that Asian immigrants now occupy these sites of worship.) This year, despite being filled with drama and (claimed) abandonment and reconciliation (or not despite, perhaps because of?) was the year of my mostly queer, entirely Asian diaspora friend group. In LA I believe I will have everything I need except for them (so although I'm scouting, I know what a rarity and a privilege I've had).

To put my move in perspective, I haven't changed geographic regions since I started college. Leaving high school was exciting (I couldn't wait) and for the last decade of my life I've had solid friends and community, as well as my family nearby. Sure, it's just the other major metropolitan area in the same state, but the distance is non trivial! For the first time in my adult life I don't have a reserve of people who are willing to hang out on a moment’s notice. For the first time in my adult life I am also living alone. I have loved the control (especially around having a clean house), but I get lonely very easily.

This year my Canadian partner left the PhD program and moved far away (back to Canada) to my immediate and eminent grief. I'm better now: daily calls help, as does begging for attention, as does turning an old friend into a lover. Japan was a sex vacation. Banff was a sex vacation. Oahu (where my lover’s aunt lives) was a sex vacation. 2023 was the year of having really good sex: public sex in a Petaluma park, sex in a ryokan with paper thin walls, hookups of varying but generally positive quality. As a consequence of my partner leaving, I finally became a real slut. It's been liberating, except for the fact that, even as of writing, I never heard back about my Medicare application so I was fucking uninsured. Out of the many indulgent days of unemployment vacation, two instances have stuck with me: hiking 12 miles while it was snowing in Banff to two teahouses nestled amongst glaciers, and landing at LAX after a sleepless flight from Japan, with a grueling 7 hour drive back to the bay ahead of us.

As I knew I would be leaving the bay area in 2022 (do you sign a year before you start in any industry besides than academia?), in 2023 I whittled away at my bay area bucket list. While I never managed to get up Sutro Tower, I did go to the Fallorons, which, despite my throwing up twice, was everything a birder could have wanted. (I took two boat rides this year, the other at Cape Cod when my brother begged for us to vacate his suffocating studio, and in that one I saw a great white shark attack. How lucky I am!) As usual, I went to many shows. New this year were shows my friends performed in! The past winter had the most rain I’d ever seen in the bay area, so I did a lot of hiking amongst the luscious green east bay hills, which stayed green until May. This made me also really happy, but I don't want my relationship to the bay area (like it is for so many people I know who have moved) to be one defined by lack.

One thing I will not miss, however, is West SF’s fog. This summer, as well as the ending of Daylight Savings time, particularly pushed me to my limits. As I get older my need for two daily hours of direct sunlight exposure grows more dire. The other lowlights of the year were having to replace my phone screen twice, and, after a decade in the bay, finally having my car broken into. I found it ironic that it was not because of petty theft (I also never leave anything in my car), but a TikTok trend encouraging teens to steal Kias and Hyundais. At least they failed with me!

In 2023 I organized a really big (600 people) party for a conference. I wrote a paper with my friends about power dynamics for the same conference (which usually only talks about “technical” things) which was also the last chapter in my thesis. Thanks, advisor, for believing in me. As the party was on Halloween, I hosted a costume contest. The winner for scariest costume was my labmate who put a photo of our advisor (my other one) on a programmable LED screen strapped to his chest.

In 2023 I also started getting paid an hourly wage that made me happy looking at the number doing contract work with an old undergraduate mentor. Beyond this, and the volunteer labor, and the paper/thesis writing, I did not do much of “working” this year: also part of the reason why this year has been awesome.

Thanks to an Asians with dyed hair and pronouns art accountability club, in 2023 I made more art than I had in past years. I did gouachetober and the occasional digital illustration. I did not, however, accomplish what I sought to do during my unemployment: dedicate myself to being a full time artist and making something great. (In retrospect, rest, recuperation, and being excited for my job instead of burnt out from my PhD was the more important goal, and I definitely achieved that!) I feel like one’s relationship to their creative practice is a lifelong evolution (mine certainly is), and at least I had time to slow down and think about how I want that to shape out (the answer which is, more than it has been.) I didn't sew much of significance (a robe with black cat fabric I bought in Japan, a very hungry caterpillar Halloween costume, a Pokémon fanny pack) this year. It was, however, a great year for video games: I really enjoyed Tears of the Kingdom (timed well with my COVID recovery), Super Mario Wonder, Pikmin 4, and I wouldn't say I “enjoyed” it, but I did play the Scarlet Violet DLC. My brother started playing Pikmin Bloom (so I have been playing it more) and I also “play” Pokemon Sleep every night. The best thing I watched was Beef. I listened to a lot of Caroline Polachek.

At a zine making workshop at Sour Cherry I got a 4x6 photo print of a cat that says, Wow! I'm looking forward to the future! That's the energy I'm approaching this new year with (I'm going to hang it in my office for my students). I am looking forward to adopting cats. My only resolution is to work less than 40 hours a week. Recapping how I did with last year's resolutions, I 1) did not really exercise more consistently, but I did run more consistently, and did a 5K with my dad on Thanksgiving! (Middle school me would never imagine.) 2) am unclear if I developed a more methodological way to conduct literature reviews, because my thesis related work was mainly copy/pasted from my old papers, and 3) did very much enjoy my last year in the bay. Here's hoping I can find community, nature, and food (rip China Lounge, I love you so much) as good in LA.

#noon's shitty end of the year summary posts

[forrestkane]

@dottiemunro

forrest used to love airports. there was something about the possibility of them, so many people and so many stories all gathered in this odd liminal space. what kind of things had these walls seen? a be-suited agent in dark sunglasses carrying a stainless steel briefcase containing priceless intel? twin siblings separated at birth, reuniting by pure happenstance? a criminal on the run, looking to start fresh somewhere else, unaware that they’re being pursued by a doggedly determined officer of the law?

all right, so maybe that was fenn’s cinema-saturated brain coloring his perception of reality yet again. but there was so much beauty in the everyday stories, too. he passed a family with young children, all gleefully plan out their theme park adventures; nervous but excited college students embarking on semesters abroad, a couples reuniting after a long separation. 

his heart twisted as he saw that last scenario playing out just as he’d almost reached his gate. he vaguely wondered if jordan would welcome him at LAX with a similar amount of gusto, and if stepping into her arms would make him feel like he was home. but no, he already knew the answer to that, didn’t he? he'd already left home earlier that day, had ached for that sense of comfort and familiarity as soon as he’d said goodbye to dottie. nothing else would make him feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be, and despite the fact that he’d spent years trying to reconcile with that painful truth, he still had miles to go before he slept. he sighed quietly, hitching his carry-on bag further up his shoulder and carrying on further and further away from where he knew he truly belonged. 

#dottie para 3 #{here we gooooo}

[uswnt5]

She’s well off. She probably does valet at the airport. If that person spotted her in traffic at 10:30 AM and she posted from the lounge at LAX at 1:30 PM, she was likely on her way there when that person spotted her.

They live very close to LAX. I’m sure they Uber like everyone else. Parking at LAX is a nightmare.

[skippyv20]

Harry & Meghan did leave today. Gulfstream jet owned by Olaplex founder, Dean Christal, departed Farnborough Airport today, stopping in Edinburgh. (Jet has been parked at Farnborough the whole time H&M were there.) Jet then goes on to the U.S. tomorrow (Mon.). Jet can only fly so far per day because of range & pilot hours. Not a rental jet, otherwise they'd use Netjets or Silver Air to rent. This was a "favor" jet from the Montecito millionaire whose company has had EU-banned products. 💰🤫

Forgot to add to the private jet post--if you look at the routing, you'll realize exactly what a waste taking a private jet was for this trip. The modest Gulfstream they took can only fly so far per day due to pilot hours & fuel range. What could have been an easy LAX-LHR commercial non-stop round-trip (2 travel days) was instead 4 days of gas-guzzling flights. Travalyst eco-warriors: pfft! Think of the wasted non-profit donations on a trip costing honestly 10x what it should have! Criminal. 🤬

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