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phoeebsbuffay · 9 months

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Imagine “Star Wars” special edition: songs part IV.

• Rewrite the Stars

Imagine you and Anakin rewrite your destines…

Warnings: loosely based in “Rewrite the Stars” from “The Greatest Showman”.

Warnings 2: drama, fluff.

(based on the request of @strawberrystrangers)

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How it started…

You and Anakin first met when both of you were children and aspiring to be Jedis. Toddlers as you were, you were merely Padawans who were figuring out what was your place in this new, different world.

“How can an angel like you be a slave too?”, he asked you when you two fled from the hawking eyes of Master Windu. He was holding your hand back then and you liked how he always behave as if he was the savior of your grace.

Not only that but the moment he found out you two shared a common back ground (both of you had a difficult childhood, although you leant far more into kindness and forgiveness despite your hurting scars than he did; both of you never knew your fathers; both of you had such a level of Force that impressed the Jeds who took you under your wig… and what perhaps was most impressive was that both of you were brought to Coruscant by Master Qui-Gon Jinn), all changed for him.

Yet you couldn’t really tell he was already mesmerized by your y/c skin, y/c hair, the color of y/c that painted your irises. Or how good your heart was, how pure you were. You just thought he was being kind to you, even though he was not as kind to other children.

Regardless, what was an innocent spark of a genuine friendship would slowly turn into attachment and, why not, something deeper as the years went by.

***

Years later.

Right before your trials, you and Anakin were flying secretly around Coruscant. It was late evening and your Masters were away to resolve some incident concerning Mandalore.

“This is where the fun begins”, he told you mischievously.

“Ani! You promised you wouldn’t…pilot…this… FAAAAAAST!”, you screamed the moment he turned the ship around and ensured to fly as fast as he could, much to your dismay.

But when he slowed down, you were both bursting into silly giggling.

“I hate you”, you told him, breathless, after snapping his arm a few times.

“Hate is not the Jedi way”, he mused sarcastically.

Why so suddenly when he smiled at you like that you swooned?

Uh-oh.

You turned your face away so he wouldn’t have a glimpse of how easily made your face go bright pink. But Anakin saw it. And what he saw definitely melted his heart’a barriers.

But this was not the most appropriate moment to navigate in the waters of the heart. Not when he was taking you to fly throughout the stars, even though it was too much a risk to leave Coruscant.

Eventually, though, you two were back to the Jedi Temple and you took him right to ceiling, where you could go through a secretive ladder to climb outdoors and watch the stars.

It was your usual secret spot.

“It’s cold”, you remarked, shivering as you took your seat.

“Come here and I’ll get you warm”, said Anakin, making you giggle. “What? I’m serious.”

As you sat next to him, almost at an once you are involved in his arms. You liked how comfortable he was, how cozy it was to sit on the floor and stare into the brightest stars, enjoying the silence that surrounded you both…all the whilst you were enjoying each other’s company.

“You know, after we are properly done with these bloody trials, I would like to take you somewhere…”, so Anakin mused out of the blue.

You were so caught off your guard that even though you were sat down, you managed to lose your balance, nearly making you fall onto his lap. Anakin couldn’t help himself but laugh his ass off.

“Why on earth are you laughing at me for?”

“You are lovely, that is all.”

There was a mere moment where again another silence hanged comfortably between the two of you. Anakin was glancing towards you, praying the Maker you’d finally understand what he’s been trying to tell you.

And when you did… Your heart skipped a beat.

Could it be?

“Ani…Don’t look at me like that”, you whispered, the sound of your voice leaving cut from your lips.

You watched as he enlaced your hands, interlocking your fingers.

“No one has to know.”

“What if…”

You didn’t realize you were dangerously close to him. His scent, however, was like a spell. You tried to be reasonable, fear of the consequences marching against your heart in an evident intern battle.

“What if we fly? Uh? Don’t be afraid, angel. I’m here to silence your insecurities, to guard you well, to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

And just like that your lips were sealed.

***

• Nowadays.

At times, more frequently than perhaps you’d like to admit, you wonder how on earth Obi-Wan and your Master H/N never found out about you and Anakin.

Years have ran since the day you were delightedly surprised by Anakin’s corresponding to your sentiments and yet, your relationship remains a secret to the Jedis—even Ahsoka has no idea what’s been going on between you two.

But this play pretend is tiresome, is getting the best of you sometimes. Every concern when Anakin leaves you to fight away some enemy in a far away planet must be swallowed inside. You deal with it yourself and that is it. Anakin, likewise; but his recklessness often makes him after you.

Today, though, it’s one of those days where Master H/N told you to rest. You’ve been plagued with anxiety, however, as no news of Anakin—who had been chasing after Count Dooku with Obi-Wan—have reached your knowledge.

You decide to sleep, exhausted after your last mission concerning Ventress, resulting in her defeat once and for all, although you were left with new battle scars. But your mind takes you instead to a worst scenario than you’d ever come to picture.

As your eyes close, you dream with fire and volcano. The heat is unbearable to breathe, and one could wonder how one would live in such an environment.

This hell of place stages a major battle. The sound of sabers is familiar to you and it almost draws you unwillingly to the opponents who face each other ferociously. The redhead man is easy to spot: it’s Obi-Wan Kenobi and the next one is…

No. It cannot be.

You gasp for air and for a moment that pair of yellow eyes meet yours and there is absolutely no recognition of who you are.

This is precisely the instant you wake, bathed in salt tears. The dream is no ordinary, this you know. But is it possible to change it?

Anakin, where are you?

You decide to go outdoors, in need of fresh air. You pull your clothes, hoping to find him soon—and some part of you knows he’s about to land, your skin senses it.

You find yourself running, reason clouded by the dream that has distressed you. Often a careful lass, you are careless. Though your steps are silent, they give in your signature. But so far everyone else is too asleep to notice the urgency of your spirit.

And here he is—but not alone. By his side is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Seeing the two of them shoulder-on-shoulder appeases the angst that chokes your throat. And Anakin does not take long to notice you, carrying in his eyes something you cannot identify: what’s there to be seen, relief or eagerness?

You don’t know. But what’s to make all worse is that you unconsciously leave to the shadows so Obi-Wan doesn’t take a glimpse of you. Instead, you move to your secretive spot, still troubled by the dream..but also by your last mission, by a lot of unresolved sentiments.

Anakin knows. He’s sensed your disturbance from afar, strong is the link the two of you share. And now he’s excused of his master’s presence under the pretense of sleeping early, the Jedi knows where to find you.

“Y/Nickname…”

“Ani”, you mumble his name, not running to his arms like you used to do.

With furrowed brows, Anakin joins you, forcing you to look at him.

“What’s the matter? Darkness doesn’t fit you.”

“I haven’t slept well. How was the mission?”, you are resting your face on your knees as you look at him.

His hair is longer, his face now has a scar—acquired precisely when he slipped from the tub, a memory you struggle not to laugh to this day—, his muscles are better shaped, every inch a grown man with nothing to remind you of the reckless and grumpy child you’ve once known.

His eyes, however, hold a spark to something to you unknown, and it’s a dangerous invitation to dive in…

“Don’t do that, love”, says Anakin, holding your face gently with his hands so that way he can be dragged into the depths of your soul. “Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong with you? You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself.”

You hate how smooth he is when he wants to, so easily he knocks your defenses down.

“You wouldn’t understand”, you mumble softly. “There is just too much I can’t even decipher.”

“Try me, my darling. You should know by now you can trust in me”, he rests his forehead against yours, his fingers softly wiping away your tears. “What is it you fear?”

“To lose you”, words are blunted out of you before you know. “To be left alone in this world.”

You close your eyes, hands hesitantly resting over his shoulders all the whilst you feel his puzzled gaze casted at you.

“You know I always wanted you. You live in my heart, you are my destiny. I was meant to be with you as you were meant to be with me.” His lips brush against yours, speaking vows like the bent man he is to you by the pained love he aches for you.

“How can you say you’re mine when everything keeps us apart? We are tied to this Order, and what is else there is a greater danger out there that could keep you from me.” These words are sobbed out as if you are trying to remove a dagger from under your skin.

Anakin looks at you, eyes pained for seeing you distressed. He tries not to read into your thoughts, rather trying to make you speak out what’s troubling you instead.

“Dear dove, sweet princess of mine, I pledge once again that your heart be trusted into my hands. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you not feel this misery that has been plaguing your lovely spirits.”

As you raise your eyes, you eventually give in. You tell him the darkest dream ever so realist that has taken away the little pieces of peace you’ve been trying to purchase ever since you defeated Ventress.

You don’t realize you’ve been putting out with your own traumas until another sob leaves you and you are engulfed by Anakin’s strong arms.

He realizes that the whole secrecy of your relationship has been damaging you both, besides the usual stress. As Anakin starts to weight the cons and pros of staying in Order, the mere possibility that you have to live hurt as you have been outweighs every other question that his mind considered.

“I think I have a solution for us”, he mumbles, insecure at first as if the Jedi is chewing this idea.

You glance up at him, confused.

“Ani? What are you talking about?”

“What if we rewrite stars? What if we toss away all of this hopelessness that seems to engulf us into an endless circle of misery?”

He slowly smiles, watching your reaction as you begin to comprehend what he means.

“Are you suggesting…”

“…that I want to fly with you? That I want to fall with you? That I want to make possible what it seemed impossible before? Aye, lass. I am.”

So many news at once but the gloom in your heart finally sets loose the grip on it.

“Well?”, Anakin knows what your answer is going to be, but he is anxious to hear from you.

You throw your hands around his neck and kiss his lips, sensing the shadows dissipating at long last.

“Nothing will keep us apart anymore.”

“We are going to be free. This I promise you”, he vows you softly.

To the Dark Forces lurking nearby, every plan dies unspoken…

***

Destiny rewritten.

You watch Anakin playing at the yard with the twins as you pat your belly, head resting against the door’s frame. Peace is restored, there is balance and your nightmare has been just that, a nightmare.

“Fate can be changed”, you hear Obi-Wan address you. He’s been a regular visitor, specially after figuring out the reason why so sudden you and Anakin left the order.

In truth, neither Yoda nor Palpatine could predict that your decision would interfere in the clonic wars, being the principal element why the Chancellor was eventually defeated.

“It is the point of the free will after all”, you tell him gladly. “In the end, I had this dream to be thankful for.”

“Some dreams within the right people can be a good mix”, the Jedi Master agrees, eyes still glued on Anakin and his children. “Seeing this happy is worth all. What saddens me is that we could have failed in preventing his fall.”

You turn gently at Obi-Wan and pat his shoulder friendly, smiling.

“Do not blame yourself, Master. We all had roles to play and this is completely fine. What matters is that Palpatine is defeated once and for all.”

“This is an undeniable truth, my dear”, he agrees.

As you leave him with cookies and teas, you turn to your husband, who comes to greet you with Luke over his shoulders, Leia and Soka on his arms. You are still surprised by how strong he is.

“How is my family doing today?”, you inquire happily as you kiss Anakin amidst the children’s “eeeew”, which makes you giggle.

“Very good, why thank you, Mrs Skywalker”, he smiles widely at you whilst telling you the mischiefs he’d been up to with the children.

Seeing that they have visitors, Anakin now drags them back home, so they can meet “Grandpa Ben”. A perfect ending for a far better scenario you could’ve ever dreamed of.

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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rewrite the stars | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: "Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky. "What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question. "My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there." "That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward. Two friends are no longer able to hide that the feelings they feel for each other are much stronger. Will the stars be on their side? angst/fluff, friends to lovers

I got inspired while listening to the song "Rewrite The Stars" from The Greatest Showman.

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

6 575 words

"Love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be." it's a quote from Sense8, but I really love it and decided to put it here.

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"Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky.

"What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question.

"My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there."

"That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward.

"Ever since I can remember he always bought every possible book about the space. He probably knew every possible constellation by heart." you chuckled at the memory of an older man who spent hours sitting in front of his house watching the sky.

"Maybe he wanted to learn to read them? And maybe he wanted to read his fate from them."

"Maybe. I wonder if he was able to solve this riddle." You shrugged your shoulders.

You were lying with Steve in his garden on a blanket. A pleasant silence surrounded you, with the soft accompaniment of crickets. Despite the darkness, Steve was lying close enough to you that he could easily see your dreamy face gazing at the shining dots in the sky. A few strands of hair fell on your cheeks as the rest spread chaotically on the blanket. Under the excuse of brushing them away from your face, he gently ran his fingers over your skin. For a long time he had been catching every possible opportunity to touch you. You were beautiful. Steve knew it from the moment he first saw you outside Robin's house. You and Buckley had been neighbors and best friends for years, so when he began a friendship with her, she brought you into his life as a package. It didn't take you long to become friends. In addition, you all shared the trauma of fighting monsters from the Upside Down, and this brought you all closer together than anything else in the world. Despite the fact that you were from two different worlds a thread of understanding formed between you that was stronger than all other adversities. The closer he got to know you, the more he couldn't fight the feelings that grew stronger and stronger. However, not wanting to destroy your friendship, he kept repeating to himself that it was just an innocent crush with which it was better not to do anything more. He was firmly convinced that your relationship was platonic with a capital P just like with Robin. You thought exactly the same. You were lying like that next to each other, both unaware of your feelings, wondering if there was a path written in the stars that you could follow together.

Mondays at Family Video were the worst. The monotonous laying out of new movies on the shelves, accepting returns after weekend rentals, and abrasive customers were like a massive punch in the face after the carefree weekend you usually spent together. This one hurt especially. Every now and then Steve would think back to the evening under the stars. To how your quiet and calm voice rang through the garden talking about the stars and your grandfather, or how you laughed at his every joke, even the worst ones. You never let him feel pushed away. You were always the one who listened to his every word and didn't ignore him. He thought about how your eyes sparkled when looking at him and your smile that practically never disappeared. He didn't realize that he was the one causing it.

"Earth to Harrington! Where are you wandering?" Robin's voice brought him back to reality.

"Somewhere between the stars." he replied, smiling to himself. His answer made him feel warm in his heart thinking that you would understand and appreciate this innocent line.

"In that case, go back to our orbit because I have no intention of correcting the wrong tapes after you once again!" she rolled her eyes. Ignoring her words, he continued his daydreaming lazily walking between the shelves on which he put away the plastic boxes. Just as he was almost finishing his rounds, a bell sounded in the store, signaling the arrival of a customer. He reluctantly turned toward the door, but as soon as he saw you standing in it a broad smile appeared on his face. Immediately behind you he spotted Dustin and Will.

"How did we deserve your presence on this beautiful Monday morning?" asked Robin sarcastically, leaning over the counter as you, Steve and the boys approached her.

"I'm bringing gifts!" you replied lifting up a paper bag. "My mom and I were baking cookies and I thought you could use a little sweetening," you said.

"And we wanted to rent a movie." Dustin added, and he and the young Bayers headed for the science fiction section. After defeating Vecna, Joyce, along with her sons and El, returned to Hawkins. Together with Hopper, they moved into a large house on the outskirts of town.

"As for the sweetness I think for Harrington your presence here is enough, so all the cookies are for me!" Robin snatched the bag from your hand.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, ignoring her comment. You didn't dare to look at him however, if you did you would have noticed the blush coating his face. Every time Robin somehow commented that there could be something more between the two of you, you both ignored her letting her words hang between you. Embarrased, he quickly turned away from you by stepping behind the counter and began pretending to look for something on the computer.

"What are you doing for the weekend?" you asked breaking the silence.

"I don't have any plans, do you Steve?"

"Neither." he replied quickly still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Robin do you remember my grandfather?" you continued.

"Grandpa Dave? Of course I do, he was the best old man in the world!"

"And you Steve remember the last time I told you about him?"

"Uh, sure." Finally, his gaze landed on you. Robin was right, the sight of you was sweet enough for him.

"I found his favorite book about the stars. What's more, I read in the newspaper that Saturday is supposed to be the night of shooting stars! I thought maybe we could meet and try to look for some constellations? Maybe we can read something interesting, and then just watch them fall thinking some silly wishes?" you suggested. Steve agreed without a second thought. Another night spent with you under the starry sky? He couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect evening. He was sure that at least half of his wishes would not be silly at all, because they would involve you.

"Can we come too?" interjected Dustin. "I'll bring my telescope!" he offered.

"We can do it at my place! El, Mom and Hopper are going somewhere for the weekend so, I'll be home alone with Jonathan and Argyle. Our new garden is so big that we'll all fit in without a problem!"

"Argyle is coming?" you asked.

"Yes, he will stay with us for two weeks," said Jonathan.

"Cool, I missed him." you said smiling, and Steve tried to hold back a gentle sting of jealousy.

"So what? Are you coming?" Will looked at the three of you with hope in his eyes. He knew perfectly well that you would not be able to refuse him.

"I'll definitely be there," you said, gently combing the boy's hair.

"Then so will we." Robin replied while biting into a cookie. "Damn y/n! tell your mom that if she goes on like this with her cooking I'll live in your kitchen, it's delicious!" She commented.

Only the muffled sounds of your voices reached Steve, because from that moment on his thoughts were focused only on what Saturday night would look like. There were endless scenarios running through his head, and in each of them the main role was played by you.

The week passed you by counting down to Saturday. The days stretched on mercilessly as if fate deliberately wanted to spite you by adding seconds to every minute. Steve, unable to wait, was already in the parking lot outside Robin's house way too early. Knocking on her door, he received no answer. Not knowing what to do with himself, he started looking around the neighborhood. Small single-family houses that looked the same stretched along the sidewalk. The neighborhood was one of the quiet ones, from time to time you could hear dogs barking or conversations of people tending their small gardens.

"Steve?" your voice made his heart beat faster. "I thought we still had some time."

"Oh, because we do, but I was bored at home so I thought I'd stop by early, but apparently Robin had something else to take care of." he laughed nervously.

"In that case, you're welcome to join us!" the woman standing next to you interjected. She was of medium height, and her face seemed very familiar to him. Only when he saw that she was dressed in a cleaning lady's apron did he recall her from the school corridors.

"Oh, s-sure." You replied quietly. Although you had been friends for a long time Steve had never been to your house. Compared to where he lived, your little house seemed quite poor. You never thought of him as a person who would judge people by their possessions nevertheless you were overcome with a strange anxiety at the thought that he would see how you lived. You were afraid that it would reach him how different your worlds were.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Steve." added the woman, letting you inside. "My daughter keeps talking about you, but I've never been able to talk her into bringing you here!" she laughed warmly.

"Mom!" you exclaimed feeling the fire flood your cheeks.

"What? I guess it's normal to want to meet the boy you spend every possible moment with?"

"Also nice to meet you Ms. y/l/n" he interrupted you shaking hands with the your mother.

"I-I'm going to go get ready." You replied quickly running off to your room. You couldn't bear his gaze on you a moment longer. What you didn't think through was that you had just left him completely alone with your mother, who was never one of the quietest.

"I wasn't expecting guests, so unfortunately I don't have any cake prepared, but I'd love to treat you with some homemade lemonade!" meanwhile, your mom and Steve sat down in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen.

"Thank you." he replied while grabbing a glass with a cold drink. The lemonade was delicious.

"I'm really glad I finally got to meet you. Except for Robin, she never really brings anyone home." the woman sighed, sitting down across from the boy at the table and she sent him a sad smile. Your mother worked very hard to provide you with everything you needed, however, on a cleaning lady's salary it was hard to support the two of you, so while you were still in high school you started working in the city library wanting to ease her burden a little.

"I like it here very much." he replied honestly.

"You are a very nice young man Steve. I'll be honest and admit that I remembered you a little differently from my school days." the woman giggled, making a wave of shame wash over him all over him at the memory of the years when he acted like a complete asshole. He didn't want anyone to remember that, especially your mother.

"Things have changed a bit since then." He replied while taking a sip of lemonade. "It's delicious!" he very much wanted to change the subject. At that moment, as if on cue, a knock sounded on the door in which Robin appeared a moment later.

"Good afternoon!" She walked up to your mother hugging her. "I saw Steve's car so I thought I'd find him here," she said.

"You've come to the right place, will you have some lemonade with us?"

"Of course!"

When you left the room you found all three of them at the kitchen table. They were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't even notice when you entered the room.

"We can go." you said nervously pressing the book to your chest. Robin and Steve sipped their lemonades and, thanking your mother, headed for the exit. In silence you got into the car and drove towards Will's house on the way taking Dustin and Mike with you.

When you arrived the orange tones of sunset were painted in the sky. Immediately after greeting everyone, you started spreading blankets on the ground around the place Jonathan had prepared for the bonfire. The garden was indeed huge and very well cared for. Joyce must have spent hours there to keep everything in such order. Steve and Argyle lit the bonfire and you, along with Robin and Dustin, prepared the snacks. When everything was ready you took your places on the blankets waiting for it to get dark enough for the stars to be visible. The warm light from the campfire fell on a book from which you read various interesting facts about space and the stars. You all watched the photos showing various constellations trying to find them above you.

None of you would have thought that simple looking at the sky could bring you so much joy. As you read about each of the constellations your voice was soft and quiet, as if enchanted. Steve had the impression that you were actually casting spells causing him to be unable to take his eyes off you. He thought he could sit like that in Hopper's garden listening to your words for the rest of his life. As one o'clock approached you closed the book announcing that you had read that the stars would begin to fall between one and two. Even though it was summer, nights in Hawkins were always accompanied by a chilly wind and even the warmth of the campfire couldn't combat that. Seeing you wrap your arms tightly around yourself to keep warm, Steve wordlessly went to the car trunk, where he had an extra sweatshirt. Returning he threw it gently over your shoulders and took a seat right next to you. You sent him a gentle smile in gratitude. The sweatshirt smelled like him. The smell of the familiar cologne spread through your nostrils making you feel like drowning in it. You had always associated this scent with safety.

"Look! Here we go!" shouted Dustin pointing his finger at the sky. Seeing the white streaks in the sky, all conversations quieted down. Everyone fell silent for a moment, believing that stars really do have the magical power to make dreams come true. Seeing the first falling star you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your wish was simple. Still intoxicated by his scent, you asked that one day the warmth you felt would be due to his arms instead of his sweatshirt. Steve, on the other hand, wondered how to convince all the stars of the world to guide your relationship to a whole new place. A place full of warmth and love.

After a long while, you returned to talking. Argyle, as usual, entertained you with his colorful stories about what kinds of things he happened to see recently in a not necessarily sober state. Meanwhile, Will and Mike left for the other end of the garden. Together with Robin and Steve, you watched as they fiercely discussed something when, after a while, their fingers began to awkwardly and slowly intertwine.

"I knew from the beginning that there was something between them." Robin said.

"Strange right?" Steve laughed.

"Will deserves to be happy, I hope Mike doesn't break his heart, or else I think I'll break his nose." you added.

"I hope they won't have too much trouble through all this. The residents of Hawkins can be...cruel."

"If they are like that, we will definitely have more noses to break." Steve said, imitating the motion of throwing a punch.

"I wish it were different..." sighed Robin laying her head on your shoulder.

"I know, Ro." you replied. "Love is a bridge, not a wall if we let it be..." At the sound of those words, Harrington's heart did a flip. There was hope in him that if he let his feelings come out they would build a bridge straight to your heart.

"I wish other people had the same opinion," she said.

"If you ever decide to tell others, remember that in your case, in addition to their noses, it will also break their ribs." You squeezed her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." a silence fell between them as they both led you away with their eyes.

"When are you finally going to do something about it Steve?" asked Robin interrupting it.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to pretend to be surprised.

"You can fool everyone around you, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me." She rolled her eyes. "Take her somewhere, finally take a step forward before it's too late!" Too late? at the very thought that he could lose you made him weak.

"What if she says no?"

"Hell would sooner freeze over than she would say no to you. This girl without a second thought jumped into an icy lake after you in the middle of the night and went through a portal to another dimension, and you think she would refuse to go out on a date with you? Sometimes you're really stupid."

"Robin is right." At the sound of Dustin's voice, they both jumped up. "You should have done something about it a long time ago."

"Jesus, Henderson! Didn't anyone teach you not to overhear?" asked an annoyed Steve.

"Actually, you're talking loud enough that we can all hear it." laughed Jonathan.

"Yeah my dude." Argyle nodded. "When you're next to each other I see those little hearts, just like in the cartoons!"

"Then maybe it's time to cut down on smoking?"

"Never."

Steve shook his head. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed that everyone knew about his feelings, but he was glad they were cheering him on. Feeling a surge of courage when he saw you coming back to them he moved with a determined step so as to meet you halfway.

"Hi." You said standing in front of him.

"Hi." He smiled. "You look good in that sweatshirt."

"Oh, thank you." You giggled wrapping the cloth around you. Steve felt his heart melt.

"Listen, uh-" he began stammering. You only die once. He thought. "Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me on Friday? Just the two of us? Like... Like a date."

At first you had the impression that you had misheard. Later, though, you thought it was a dream. And if it was actually a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.

"I'd love to." you replied quietly.

"Really?" the wide smile that appeared on his face infected you causing you to do the same.

"Of course."

"I'll pick you up at six." he declared.

"Perfect. Now let's go back." You extended your hand toward him. When he caught it both of you felt a shiver of pleasure. Returning to the spot you still didn't let go. When in fact one of you had to let go to do something after a while your hands naturally found their way to meet, as if they were made for each other.

Around four o'clock in the morning you returned home. You stood on the sidewalk watching Steve's car move away and slowly disappear. Still unable to quite believe what had happened one last time before entering the house, you looked up at the sky.

"Thank you," you whispered, beginning to believe that the stars were on your side.

Another week in a row passed as he counted down the days, this time until Friday. At the very thought of your date a smile crept onto his lips but at the same time he felt his stomach knotting from nerves.

"I don't know where we should go, I was thinking about pizza, but maybe it should be something more elegant?" he anxiously said to Robin.

"I'm sure even if you took her to McDonald's for fries she'd be happy." she laughed.

"That's not funny," he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I want this to be a special evening. I want her to feel special."

"I know, dingus! But looking at the two of us, you're definitely the one with more dating experience!"

"And you've known her forever! You definitely know what she likes and doesn't like!"

"I know she likes you, Steve. You don't need anything else." He was already about to repulse her, but they were interrupted by the sound of the bell. Turning around, he saw his parents. It was definitely a surprise. They showed up at home once every few months and always announced themselves beforehand. This time was different.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nice to see you too, son." The tall man replied, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Have you heard about the charity festival that will be held on Friday?"

"Something has come to my ears," he said.

"The organizers are our business partners. They're a very nice couple with a daughter your age!" His mother continued. "And you are the lucky one who will accompany her."

"I already have plans." Steve couldn't bear the facts that, once again, after months of being absent from his life, they suddenly showed up expecting him to do everything as they ordered. He didn't know if what he was feeling was sadness or anger. Or maybe a mixture of both?

"Then reschedule them for another time, we need you there, Steve." his father's voice was firm, definitely one that did not take no for an answer. "Whatever else you have planned can wait."

"Please honey, it's very important to us. "

He fought an internal battle with himself for a good few minutes. "Fine." he replied after a while. Now he definitely felt anger. Anger at himself that he was once again unable to oppose them.

When his parents left, he looked at Robin. Robin, who always had something to say now remained silent sending him a disappointed look. She didn't have to say anything. He was disappointed in himself. The next thing he did was to call you and cancel dinner accompanied by a huge pain in his heart. The sadness he heard in your voice made him feel like the old Steve again, who did nothing but hurting people he cared about. By the end of the day, he couldn't forgive himself for the decision he made. He wasn't sure he could ever forgive himself if it turned out that he had wasted his only chance.

For the rest of the week, he spent every spare moment outside of work with his parents and their friends. All four adults strenuously tried to play Cupids. Tessa was not the worst. She was a very pretty and nice girl. She chatted with him all day about her life; within three days, he could tell he knew everything about her. She was the captain of the volleyball team and loved sports, so every evening she would invite Steve to go jogging together, which of course he agreed to. He was aware that she liked him, but whenever she appeared too close to him he moved a safe distance away not wanting to give her false hope. The former King Steve would have asked her out long ago. But King Steve was gone. Now all that was left was Steve, whose heart belonged to a girl that the former King wouldn't even look at, and even if he enjoyed spending time actively, he missed with all his heart the you who could trip over your own feet while walking on a straight sidewalk.

The festival was held at the Hawkins High school field. Colorful decorations and stalls attracted attention right from the start. Assuring Steve that you understood why he canceled the date, you promised to meet him there to talk. What you didn't expect, was that he withheld one small detail from you. That detail was his companion. Did he really tell you to come here just to make it clear that he wasn't interested in you after all? That the whole thing was one big mistake? In the meantime, Robin explained to you that it was the daughter of his parents' friends who did not leave his side. Every now and then she touched his hand sending him sweet smiles and whispered something in his ear. All six looked very elegant. The expensive clothes stood out in a crowd of modestly dressed Hawkins residents. However, as organizers, they had to look like this.

"He looks nothing like Steve." commented Dustin rolling his eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't come up to us a single time yet. It's like he's ashamed of us!"

"Relax, you know what his parents are like, clearly he has to stand with them all the time." Lucas stood up for Harrington.

"Which doesn't change the fact that he could at least come say hello! He's been ignoring us all week and avoiding meetings!"

"The girl next to him is very pretty." El's comment made the jealousy you felt inside you grow.

"But she's not his type at all." interjected Will. You wanted to believe those words. With all your might, you wanted to believe that the beautiful blonde who looked like she was from a magazine cover was not his type. But you didn't want to fool yourself. They were a perfect match. Both beautiful and rich. She would fit perfectly into the Harrington world full of luxuries. It was getting to you more and more that there would be no place for you there. Suddenly you felt very small. Worse.

"Y/n you okay?" asked Lucas.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Are we going to get cotton candy?" you forced yourself to smile.

"Good idea, if I have to look at them for a while longer I think I'm going to puke," Henderson commented, and with a quick step he moved ahead.

Together with Robin and the kids, you spent a couple of hours wandering between the booths and attractions. All the time you fought the urge to go home and spend the rest of the evening in bed to the accompaniment of the saddest songs you knew. You didn't want to fool yourself that seeing him with another girl didn't make an impact on you. Every time they appeared in your sight it hurt more.

"The fireworks show is about to start!" El shouted clapping her hands.

"The last time I saw fireworks we nearly died." Max laughed.

"Let's hope this time we'll do without a fight to the death." Robin replied.

"Look who mercifully decided to move towards us!" You all turned your gaze to Steve, who was walking in your direction with his new friend. He said something to her, and she nodded. Later she placed a light kiss on his lips and walked in the opposite direction. As soon as you saw their lips connect you immediately looked away feeling as if fate had just slapped you in the face. This was enough of a sign that everything you had hoped for from your relationship with Steve was just an unrealistic dream. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to notice how he pushed her away.

"What the fuck Steve?" said Dustin when he got close enough to you. He wanted Steve to see his anger. "What kind of a freak show is this? What happened to you?"

"Y/n can we talk?" he asked, ignoring the boy's words. After a moment's thought, you agreed and walked toward an empty bench so you could talk in private.

"You look pretty." he complimented you as you sat down grabbing your hand. His hands were warm. The warmth that always gave you comfort suddenly became something you couldn't stand.

"Y/n I am so sorry. Let me explain..." he began.

"You two are a good match." you interrupted him feeling tears coming to your eyes.

"What?" he was confused.

"You and that girl, you look very good with each other." At the sound of your words he shook his head negatively.

"You know I want you." he confessed suddenly squeezing your hand tighter. He knew that this was the moment when he had to reveal all the cards, without exception. "A-and I know you want me y/n." You wanted him and his love more than anything else in the world. But if he really wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have come here with another, would he? He wouldn't have let her kiss him.

"Apparently the stars have a different scenario for us." the words struggled to pass through your throat, and hot tears burned paths on your cheeks.

"What if we rewrite the stars?" he asked.

"No one can rewrite the stars, Steve. No matter how much we would like to. There will be no room in your life for someone like me."

"Who can stop me if I decide that you are my destiny?" He knew well that with this question he would bring back memories of that evening when you lay together in his garden. At that time there was still no hint that your paths would have to part.

"I am not the one you were meant to find, Steve." With each word, you felt more breaks appear on your heart.

"Then who?" his voice was weak. It felt as if all the air of life had gone out of him. He desperately wanted to take you in his arms now and beg you to give him a chance.

"Someone who will fit into your world. Someone like her. Someone your parents will look at with admiration, not disgust." you said pointing your head in their direction. They had been watching you from the very beginning. Their son looking like a fairy tale prince holding the hand of a girl from a much lower class. Just like Beauty and the Beast, but this time, you felt like the Beast. You could read displeasure from their faces. "After all, it was for her that you postponed our dinner tonight, wasn't it?"

"It's not what you think! It was my parents' idea and..."

"Steve, stop." interrupted him. "You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide." you took a deep breath. "But I can't have you...We are bound to break and my hands are tied." You didn't want to listen to his explanations. You didn't want to look at him, you didn't want to see the tears in his eyes, you didn't want to see the sadness on his face.

"Y/n please." he whispered pulling you closer to him. Your faces had never been so close together before. Just one tiny movement was enough to close the gap between them. However, they were still the same lips that another girl had just kissed. The girl he had chosen instead of you. You forced yourself to push away from him and without a word you walked away leaving him alone on the bench. At the same moment, a beautiful show began in the sky. The colorful lights were reflected in a few tears that ran down along his face. The sound of fireworks explosions drowned out the sounds of breaking hearts. Both of you looked up at the stars that night, wondering how you had come to the moment you were in. Did fate really have to be so cruel?

For the following weeks you avoided all contact with Steve. With the rest, not only with him. You let sadness consume you completely and spent your days at work and then locked in your room. You started compulsively reading books just to occupy your thoughts with something. Taking in the problems of fictional characters was definitely a better option than crying your eyes out every day. Because of this, you didn't know that that evening Steve contradicted his parents for the first time in his life. You didn't know that he had broken off all relations with that girl. You also didn't know that through all this he had become a walking wreck of a person. He begged Robin all days to help him get you back, and when she finally agreed, he smiled for the first time in a very long time. Involving the rest of the team, they decided that they will help you to be finally happy.

It was another boring day at work when young Byers unexpectedly came into the library.

"Hi Will! How can I help?"

"I actually want to ask you something." he replied. "I've signed up for a painting contest, and the theme is space, so I thought of that night when we were all watching the stars together, remember?" Of course you remembered. At that time you were convinced that it was one of the best nights of your life. One that would change everything for the better.

"Of course I do."

"Maybe you would like to help me? Can you bring that book again and we'd look for some inspiration?"

"You know very well that I won't say no to you." you laughed. You missed them, so you figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get back to your normal life.

"Great! My place at four? I can ask Jonathan to pick you up." the boy smiled broadly.

"No need, I'll come by bike, a little exercise won't hurt me."

"Then see you!"

"Bye!"

You didn't think the tour to Will's house would make you so fatigued. As soon as you leaned your bike against the fence you quickly moved towards the door, which Jonathan opened for you.

"Wooo, Demogorgon chased you on the way?"

"Funny." you said breathlessly. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure." he said, heading for the kitchen. "Will! y/n came!"

"Coming!" Will shouted from upstairs. After a moment, he came down the stairs carrying an easel, immediately followed by Mike holding a canvas, brushes and paints. "I thought it would be fun if we spread out in the garden," he said.

"Sounds like a good idea." you replied with a smile.

Helping the boys with their things, you moved to the garden and set everything up. Jonathan, meanwhile, laid out the chairs for you.

"Have you thought about anything yet?" you asked, sitting down next to Will and opening a book.

"Honestly, no. Mike says I should paint the moon, but it seems a little too boring." he giggled.

"Hey, it's not boring at all! The moon is cool!" Wheeler defended himself.

"Sorry." replied Will, squeezing his hand. "Why don't I paint some constellation? And something that tells its story?"

"Let's see what we have here." You started looking through the book. "This sounds quite interesting..." you said handing the book to Jonathan.

"According to legend, the phoenix was an impossibly beautiful mythical bird that supposedly lived for 500 years. At the end of his life, he built a nest out of cinnamon bark and incense, where he died, some say, in flames. From his ashes, a baby phoenix was born. Death and rebirth were seen as a symbol of the daily rising and setting of the sun. The group of stars forming the Phoenix was considered by various cultures to be a bird. The constellation was called the Griffin, the Eagle, the Young Ostrich and the Firebird," he read.

"What about this one?" asked Mike pointing his finger to the page next to it.

"A mythological winged steed, created from the blood of Medusa killed by Perseus, who rode it to the aid of the princess Andromeda. After his birth, he flew away to Mount Helicon, inhabited by the Muses. At the stroke of Pegasus' hoof, he ejaculated the source of inspiration of the poets Hippokrene at the foot of the Helikon mountains. After his death, Zeus placed him in the sky. On maps of the sky, the figure of Pegasus represents only half of the torso with head and wings."

"It's great!" exclaimed Will. "I can paint him in both forms, as a constellation and its true form..." ideas were coming out of his mouth at the speed of light.

Spending time with them really made you feel better, Will asked you questions and asked for advice every now and then, occupying your thoughts.

"Hey, y/n would you help me prepare some sandwiches in the kitchen?" asked Jonathan. You agreed and went to the kitchen together. You prepared the food in silence, but when you returned there was no sign of Will and Mike in the garden. The only person sitting in a chair was Steve. Still dressed in Family Video's corporate clothes, he sat resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see the moment you approached.

"Steve?" at the sound of your words, he rapidly stood on his feet and walked closer to you. He had a feeling that his heart had never been so heavy before. The nostalgia he had felt all these weeks was tearing him apart, and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hide you in his arms and never let go, but when he extended his hand toward you and you took a step back.

"Y/n I beg you, listen to me..." You didn't answer anything. You waited until he continued. He took a deep breath. "Don't keep saying our hands are tied, I don't care about the stars. All I care about is you."

"But that girl..."

"I don't care about her too, y/n. You are here..." he said taking your hand and pressed it to his chest. "You are here in my heart".

"But us, together, it feels impossible..." you felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Say that it's possible. It's up to you, and it's up to me." His voice hypnotized you. The warmth you saw in his eyes when he looked at you, you saw your Steve in front of you again. "If we're not written to each other in the stars, screw it, let's rewrite them, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly. Maybe he was right? Maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands and fight for happiness? You were sure that every moment in the future spent by his side would be worth the risk. Hearing your answer, his hand went to your cheek. The gentle touch of his fingers made your whole body go through chills, and when he brought your lips together you couldn't hold back a smile. Feeling this, he himself began to smile. In that moment you felt that you were in the right place, at the right time, and more importantly with the right person.

Even though you were from two different worlds, you knew that from that moment on you would rewrite all of the stars and change the world to be yours.

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laurzzz · 1 year

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What's Written in the Stars: Chapter 1 -The Other Side

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Fic Summary

What started off as a routinely harsh world would soon turn into something more meaningful as you one day go against your better judgement for a split second and find yourself hiding at the back of a well-known, high-end, technological company's vehicle finding a way to not only release an entrapped wooden sun-themed robot, but also something that would unknowingly change the course of everything in your life as time goes on. Journey into your story as you witness the hardships and heartbreaks of reaching to see and to change what's written in the stars.

Chapter 1 Part 1 Summary

Nobody said life was going to be easy. Especially, if your life means as little as possible to everyone that surrounds you. Sure, there's a few good people here and there, but they can never seem to outweigh the bad ones. Not until you set free an odd looking wooden robot that wasn't meant to be found and tampered with in the first place.

Word Count + Chapter Numbers and Parts with Links

10,092 || Chapter 1: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Author's Note

Woah it's finally here???? ASDFGHJKL Hope y'all enjoy!

#the greatest showman au #ao3 fic #fanfic #fnaf security breach au #dca x reader #wwits #laursdraws #laurswrites

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starfa11 · 1 year

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Imagine being in a greatest showman marauders AU, with Sirius Orion Black coming from a well-known, regal family, a long line of money, and a reputation to uphold. only for him to fall in love with a trapeze artist and be so convinced she is to be his everything and to be so prepared to do whatever he can to make her happy and imagine being her, imagine teaching him trapeze tricks and the first meet and oh my god.

#Sirius Orin Black #marauders imagines #marauders era #The marauders #Sirius Fluff #Sirius Black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #greatest showman au #Carlisle!sirius black

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linkemon · 8 months

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Musical AU headcanons 1

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

Warning! Musical AUs do not completely follow the plot of the originals. They are adjusted enough to make the characters more canonical.

The Greatest Showman ✧ Yun Jin

✧ Yun Jin owed a lot to her parents. Especially her passion for music. When financial problems appeared in her family, she decided to take out a loan and open her own traveling circus. No one found out that her pledge was a cargo of her parents' trading ships from Liyue that had actually sunk.

✧ Her opera performances were not enough, so she started to gather a troupe of people desperate to make money like her. Albedo with her magic tricks, Sayu balancing on a tightrope, Itto and his great strength, Nilou with her dancing and Beidou who, as a former captain, managed them all. Together, they were a strange yet wonderful team that people wanted to see.

✧ To climb to the top of her career, Yun Jin paid a visit to a rich woman named Ningguang. The lady wasn't convinced at first. However, when she met the captain Beidou, she changed her mind. After negotiations, she decided to push some gold in their direction for further development.

✧ However, the more attention a troupe attracted, the more stigmatized it was. An emotionless boy, a dwarf girl, a dangerous giant, a dancer from a distant country and a former pirate. The group couldn't stand it and raised a protest to the people when Yun Jin was away. In retaliation, everything she worked for was burned.

✧ Currently, the girl is sitting at Xiangling's restaurant, wondering what to do next. She must have made a mistake getting used to the luxuries Ningguang gave her and forgot about her friends.

Heathers ✧ Childe

✧ Childe has been attending Teyvat High School for as long as he can remember. He was considered a quiet and calm boy. Until the day when he accidentally met Il Capitano in one of the parking lots and everything began to change.

✧ When he accidentally got into a fight with opponents of the Harbinger gang, it turned out that he is not as bland as he was called. Il Capitano personally offered him to join them on a trial basis. La Signora did not mind but Scaramouche did. However, his voice turned out insignificant.

✧ It didn't take long for Zhongli to realize that something was wrong with his friend. It worried him how he started faking hall passes for his new bunch of friends. He had access to them because the teachers gave him the role of running the club. Zhongli tried to talk to him but it didn't help much.

✧ The Harbingers have always cared about their image. It was impossible to miss them because they wore stylized jackets. The day Childe got his, the three of them gave him a new nickname. He was to be Tartaglia from now on.

✧ They gave him his first task. It was Scaramouche who invented it and the boy felt it would be more difficult than it should be. However, it turned out to be simple, but cruel and testing loyalty.

✧ Tartaglia is tasked with introducing Osial, an old friend of Zhongli, to high school. Ever since the fight, Zhongli had avoided Osial like the plague. The attacker was banned from approaching and entering the school grounds. What should he do now? Stick with the new group or go back to the way it was?

Dear Evan Hansen ✧ Chongyun

✧ Chongyun was never interested in Xingqiu's life. The boy had pushed him once by accident in the hallway and that was it. When a few days later he came to sign his cast as an apology and read his letter, fresh from the printer, which was a form of therapy, he was furious. How was Chongyun supposed to know that the dark-haired one was the author of the book he was reading? Xingqiu immediately stated that he must have been following him and would now tell everyone.

✧ Shortly after, Chongyun was summoned to Principal Keqing's office. It turned out that Xingqiu had committed suicide and a letter was found on him. He couldn't explain that they didn't know each other at all. He lied that they were friends. It turned out to be a big mistake.

✧ The Xingqiu's family wanted to meet him. Rich people who run one of the department stores invited him to their place.

✧ After that, he was regularly invited to dinners and gatherings. He wondered how he could get out of this situation but he only made it worse. He even wrote a whole series of e-mails to prove to his family that Xingqiu and him really were buddies.

✧ Everything was stable until his aunt Shenhe got annoyed at how often he was away. It was true that he much preferred spending time away. And, although parents of Xingqiu considered him close, it was a huge lie.

✧ Now, Xingqiu's parents offered to pay for the expensive exorcist training that Chongyun always wanted. Shenhe told him to refuse. He doesn't know what to do.

#genshin x reader #yun jin x reader #chongyun x reader #childe x reader #musical au #the greatest showman #heathers #dear evan hansen #over teyvat #headcanons

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Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x reader where reader is Scott Summer’s younger sister and a huge theater kid. Both Hugh Jackman and James Marsden have incredible singing voices and I love to think that maybe Scotty usually helps reader rehearse for a play or audition or something but when Logan and reader get together he’s the one who sings with her which brings out a much softer side of Wolverine that shocks everyone. Basically just cute fluffy shit I guess lmao idk.

summary : reader is a huge theater kid and needs help from her older brother for her rehearsal but something surprising happens. When she’s rehearsing (also I made Scott play the piano in this bc It just fits him so well)

song: other side

you were having a pretty stressful day first you found out your pianist canceled their plans

so now you can’t rehearse for you big part in a play you only have one option left and you prey that he’s not busy to

you take out your phone and dial familiar number “ came on Scott pick up” you said passing back and forth in your kitchen

“ look who finally decided to call” Scott said smugly “ oh shut it Scott this is a important matter” you replied

“ y/n what going on are you in danger” “ yes danger of embarrassing myself in front of thousands of people on a stage” he blurted out

“ did you get the part” “ of course I did scott” you chuckled at his sorry attempt of acting surprised “what do you need” He asked

“ do you still play the piano right” “ oh so that’s what you need help with” he said

“ yeah sure I’ll be there a ten to pick you up” “thank you Scott your a lifesaver”

Couple minutes have passed it’s not funny picks you up and take you back to professorX’s mansion

“ Oh y/n it’s lovely to see you again how’s the acting career going” professor X asked As you and Scott walk to the door “ I got the leading part” you said with a shy Grin

“ oh that’s wonderful“ he said with a small smile before leaving the room

“you really” “ as I’ll ever be”

“Right here, right now I put the offer out I don't want to chase you down I know you see it”

you sang along with the lyrics on a peace of note paper

then when it got to the part when it need another person instead of Scott who has the other line of the cores it was “Logan”

“Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go 'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in, Now I admire you, and that whole show you do You're onto something, really it's something But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells I'll have to leave that up to you~”

you were in shock not only did he get it word for word but his voice was the perfect tone for it

“ ya alright there kid” Logan ask with a smirk on his lips you gave him a slow nod “ good now keep sing we were just about to get to the best part”

#wolverine x you #logan howlett x reader #greatest showman #james logan howlett #wolverine #wolverine x reader #x men fanfiction

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murdockparker · 2 years

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A Million Dreams

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: He didn’t believe he could be so taken with her, taken with such a lady of the ton. If only she were to stay in London, stay with him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Prompts: 21. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

Warnings: fluff, angst, heartbreak (still has a happy ending I promise!)

A/N: okay so, for the prompts, I loosely followed the first one (aka didn’t use it word for word lol sorry) so.... anywayyyyyy.... enjoy?

Courting came so easily to him, he realized. Benedict Bridgerton didn’t anticipate the possibility of courting this season, but when his eyes met with the ever elusive Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he was smitten. Something in his gut was telling him to go over to her, to ask for a dance, to charm her off her feet. Never had he felt like this, especially at any event of the season, no, it was something purely chemical—magical, even. He couldn’t explain the draw to her—perhaps it was how her laugh that filled the room, or how her smile made him feel as if he were flying—regardless, he felt the attraction all the same and needed to do something about it.

A dance, that was all it took. Unbeknownst to him at the time, but she was just as easily bewitched by Mr. Bridgerton, something about the way he looked at her—about how his presence made her feel—she knew it was something worth exploring, worth humoring.

The exploration led a courtship spanning over a few months, both parties involved equally relishing in its success. Not only had Benedict Bridgerton found a person to whom he could share everything with but how freeing it felt to open oneself to another without the fear of rejection or humiliation. She became his greatest supporter, instantly falling in love with his artistic endeavors and passions. Never once did she complain about sitting for a drawing, no matter how long she had to stay still and listen to his gentle suggestions and poses.

He had fallen in love. He knew this for a fact and within the short months of their courtship, Benedict knew that she was exactly who he needed to have beside him for the rest of his life. He was on the precipice of proposing, knowing in his heart of hearts that she was likely to say yes.

So he charmed her into a promenade, a sweet walk in her family’s garden just as the sun begun to set, the scent of roses and wildflowers enveloped their senses.

“It’s a beautiful night,” (Y/N) smiled lightly, her face rather tight.

Benedict nodded quietly, reaching out for her hand. She took it without any hesitation. They both continued to walk, to enjoy the silence of the dusk and the rhythms of the night coming in like the tide.

“My dearest,” Benedict broke their silence, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“And I you,” (Y/N) said, gripping his hand even tighter.

“Is that so?” Benedict teased. “I suppose it is quite convenient that we are alone in the gardens, isn’t it?”

“It is…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering to the rather impressive statue her mother had commissioned for the garden not too long ago. Cupid, how terribly poetic.

Benedict felt her hand loosen on his, his brows furrowing slightly. “Is everything alright?”

She simply shook her head and sat down, conveniently on a nearby stone bench.

“Please,” Benedict kneeled before her, his hands atop her own, resting on her lap. “What ever could be troubling you?”

“My father,” (Y/N) said, her voice wavering, “do you remember him sharing about his mining endeavors?”

Benedict nodded once, firmly.

“His partners have come across a new place to mine,” she sighed, eyes pointed at their joined hands, “it is said to be rather prosperous, a worthy investment.”

“That,” he said, “that’s wonderful, my love. Your father must be elated at the prospects.” Her demeanor didn’t change, there was more to the story—hesitance practically swallowing her whole. “Why... why would that bring you down so terribly?”

She took a deep breath—to compose herself, in fear of letting tears overwhelm her.

“The mine is in the Americas.”

Oh.

“Oh,” Benedict’s hands nearly fell from her lap, knowing full well what his love was implying with the news. “So… that means…?”

“We are to move by the end of the week,” (Y/N) sniffled, pressing a gloved hand to her nose. “Father is already there and awaiting our arrival. Mama, my brothers and I are to meet him as soon as we dock.”

“You’re—(Y/N), you cannot leave,” Benedict rose quickly from the ground, “your life is in London, your life is here.”

“Benedict…”

“Your father simply cannot make you go,” he started to pace, “you are supposed to stay here, stay with me.”

(Y/N) deflated in her seat, posture becoming what easily her governess would have scolded her for. “My love, it is not as if I want to leave London—to leave you.”

“Then don’t,” Benedict said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He clawed at his jacket pocket, hand diving into the inner lining. “I had planned on doing this tonight regardless,” he sunk back down onto his knee—one this time—his fingers prying open the rather small box, “but it seems time is of the essence and… well?”

“Benedict,” she was speechless, her heart had leapt to her throat, tears already spilling down her face.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, if you would let me,” Benedict—now feeling the tears well in his eyes—gasped for air, “we can stay in London—together—and build a life with one another.”

“I-I can’t—”

“We can elope,” he said quickly, rising back to his feet, pulling her up with him, “take a trip to Scotland and be back by the end of the week—wedded and happy.”

(Y/N) shook her head wildly. “No, Benedict, you misunderstand,” her eyes met his, “I can’t marry you—elopement or not—I simply have to go, my family…”

“You cannot marry me or you do not wish to marry me?” Benedict asked, his voice nearly broken.

“There is nothing more that I would do,” she said, raising a hand to meet his cheek, “than to marry you, Benedict Bridgerton. I love you, truly and wholly, I do, but my brothers need me—need their elder sister. My mother…” she sighed, hand sliding down to his chest. “She would be crushed, I do not think she’d fair well with my absence all the way across the sea—”

“Then I shall come with you,” his hand met hers once again, “I will follow you to the Americas, we can start our new life there.”

“No.”

“I…” he was taken aback, “no? You do not wish—”

“As I cannot be parted from my family, you certainly cannot be parted from yours,” (Y/N) said slowly, insuring her words were taken only in the most sincere of regards. “You also cannot just abandon the academy, Benedict. You spent so much time getting accepted—to build and learn your craft, you can’t just give up and run away with me.”

“But I would,” he said, his voice firm, “I would give up everything—everything—to be with you.”

“And that is simply something I cannot ask of you,” she shook her head, “as placated and happy as we would be, the guilt—heavens the guilt—would consume me, Benedict,” a tear rolled down her cheek. “Holding you back from greatness, it would be too much for me to bear.”

“That is not your call to make, my love,” he tried to reason, “if I am to live a life with you, I would never regret it, not even for a moment. You could never hold me back.”

Gently, oh-so-gently, she rose to her toes, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was sweet and light, the calm before the storm.

A goodbye.

“I’m leaving, Benedict,” (Y/N) said, a finality to her tone, a sternness to her words, “and I will miss you with everything I am and everything that I will be.”

Her hand left his chest, sliding completely off his form. She tried not to look him in the eye, knowing if she were to do that, she would fall apart at the seams.

He knew that she was right, of course, she usually was. He simply couldn’t leave his family, uproot his life and move to an unstable and unknown way of living across the ocean, worlds apart from the people he cared about most. Benedict couldn’t make her stay, he knew that much.

But she couldn’t stop him from waiting.

—

The salty sea air made her sick. After far too long on yet another boat—even though she swore to herself to never travel such a distance again—she had arrived back to England. It had been well over a year since she had traveled in the rather untrusting transportation across the water, so to finally step foot on dry land—on her homeland—was reassuring.

Something was nagging in her heart, a hope, perhaps. She had tried to keep in correspondence with Benedict, hoping to still have a piece of him all the way across the sea, but he never sent her as much as a note back. In total, she sent fourteen letters, each more lovely than the last. It was no surprise that he refused to respond—she had broken his heart, after all, but she persisted.

Thankfully, a few dear friends of the ton had kept her up to date—as much as one can, of course—with everything and anything that had happened in town. Sometimes they would include the elusive Lady Whistledown in their letters, just to keep things fresh. Normally though, they would keep tabs on Benedict, whether (Y/N) had asked them to or not.

So, thanks to her new knowledge and forced invitation by her dear friend she had been staying with, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was standing in the back of the room, awaiting the unveiling of Benedict’s latest works of art. He had become somewhat of a notable name in the ton—something she knew he could always achieve—and this was his first true gallery. Granted, it was held at Bridgerton House, so the gallery wasn’t known for being spacious, but it was impressive nonetheless.

How she managed to arrive at Bridgerton House without any sort of announcement or acknowledgement is beyond her knowledge or comprehension, but it was a good chance to be the first to let Benedict know she had returned. He was mere steps away, tucked into a small room off to the side, eyes fixed on a singular landscape, everyone seemingly enjoying the party elsewhere instead of congratulating the man of the evening.

He hadn’t changed since she had seen him last—save for the sideburns, he had grown them slightly, she noticed—but it had only been a little over a year, a drastic physical change was a bit foolish to be prepared for. But, it comforted her to know that Benedict Bridgerton was the same man she left all that time ago.

She could only hope his heart held the same impression.

A quick deep breath and a shaky sigh, she stepped forward. “Benedict.”

His face dropped, his mouth slightly agape, his piercing eyes meeting hers for the first time in a long time—a sight he truly never anticipated to see again. “(Y/N).”

(Y/N) wanted to run right into his arms, feel his embrace as she welcomed him again, but something seemed off.

“I-It’s good to see you,” (Y/N) managed to squeak out, pressed firmly to her spot on the floor.

“How…?”

“Father has found great success in the mines,” (Y/N) started, inching closer to him, “so I managed to convince my parents to allow me to return to London unaccompanied.”

Benedict’s eyes flicked to her hands—wrung with anxiety—searching for something intently.

“And your husband has allowed this…?"

(Y/N) allowed a small smile to curl her lips. “I am not yet wed,” she moved her left hand—so that is what he was searching for. “I came here on my own volition.”

“Your parents would have never allowed you to come alone,” Benedict shook his head, “you’re an unwed lady—”

“Perhaps I snuck off, then,” (Y/N) said, waving her hand, “regardless of how I came to be here this evening, I’m here, Benedict.” She had managed to step nearly to his side, looking directly up into his stare. “I came back.”

“You did,” he let out a shallow breath, “you came back…”

“Are you in disbelief?”

“I am,” Benedict laughed humorlessly, “I nearly mourned your departure on every passing day since you left, only for you to be standing in front of me,” his hand reached out to graze her cheek—to prove she was real and she was there.

“I came back for you, Benedict,” tears were welling in her eyes, she had held them back for so long, “should you have me, of course.”

“I…” he sighed, posture deflating, “I wish it were that easy, (Y/N).”

“I am not sure I understand?”

“You left,” his tone was pointed, “a-and you wanted nothing to do with me—”

“Nothing to do with you?” (Y/N) raised her voice. “Are you mad? I wanted nothing more than to stay and be with you, Benedict. It just…” she ground her teeth, “wasn’t in the cards.”

“And yet you cannot just show up—announced I might add—and expect me to just willfully forget all of the anguish I had suffered in your absence,” Benedict’s voice was firm, he was serious.

“It is foolish of me,” (Y/N) nodded, “I will admit my faults in that regard, but if I could have stayed—”

“I proposed to you, (Y/N),” Benedict said sharply, “I lowered myself to one knee and bore my heart out to you that night.” She stood silently, unsure of how to respond. “My God, I even begged you to elope with me,” he laughed, “if you truly wanted to stay and be wed, you had every opportunity to do such a thing.”

“That is unfair and you know it,” she sneered, “I couldn’t just leave my family—to go and elope with an artist.”

Immediately did she want to take her words back, shove them down to the depths of regret and anguish—but it was far too late for that. The damage had been done, Benedict’s face taking the toll, the brunt of the turmoil.

“Yes,” he said cooly, face unchanging, “I am an artist, a successful one, too.” Benedict dug one hand into his pocket, the other flying wildly to his side—gesturing to the landscape beside them. “Unless, you couldn’t tell.”

“Benedict, you know I didn’t mean that—”

“You were gone, for a year, thousands of miles away from me—from London,” Benedict sneered, his tone downright hurtful. “You had all of the space in the world to figure out what you wanted and yet you come to my home to insult my craft? The very craft you did nothing but support?”

“You’re right!” She had enough, reaching her breaking point. “I did have all the space in the world—the universe! Because of that space, Benedict,” she flailed a finger in his face, “I realized what I wanted and I was hellbent on working for it!”

“And whatever,” he said cooly, pushing her finger out of his face, “could that be?”

“You, Benedict. You are what I want.”

Benedict blinked once. Twice. He stayed silent, watching carefully as her chest heaved with every deep breath she took, she was serious. He turned on his heels, facing the lavish landscape he had been admiring earlier.

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, you know,” Benedict nodded to the painting, “for this and practically the entire gallery.”

She looked at the canvas carefully—it was a beautiful rendition of a garden, the sunset practically glowing against the blues and deep hues of the foliage. It had looked just as if it were a normal garden of the ton, but something was nagging at her, a familiar feeling. It wasn’t until her eyes locked into the statue in the far right side—Cupid—that she realized what exactly this piece was. Where exactly this piece was.

“This is… my garden.”

“The day you left.”

“It’s lovely,” she hummed, her heart somewhere between deflating or dropping, “the sunset… it looks just like it did.”

“It was hard for me to forget,” Benedict nodded, “the name of the piece, do you wish to hear it?”

“That depends,” (Y/N) looked to him, “will it hurt me further?”

“I called it ‘Love and Loss’,” he continued, “no matter how many times I recalled that evening, how many times I was angry or disappointed in how things left off, I still longed for you. Mourned your loss, wishing you to return.”

“A-and the love?” (Y/N) squeaked out.

“Well,” Benedict laughed lightly, “I hardly think it is impossible to imagine that I loved you—that I still love you.”

“You still love me?” Her voice was hopeful, suddenly feeling as if she were walking on air.

Benedict enveloped her hands with his own. “Of course I do, I never stopped.”

“But you said that you mourned—”

“And I did,” he said curtly, “but even when one mourns, it does not mean that the love was entirely lost, my dear.” Benedict ran his thumb carefully over the back of her hand, tracing small circles as he went. “But you made your way back to London, back to me, even if you had done so without your parents knowledge or consent,” he pointed his brow, a trademark smirk enveloped his lips.

“I did,” she smiled, “how foolish of me it was to believe that I could continue my life without Benedict Bridgerton in it.”

“We are all known to be foolish at times,” Benedict nodded. She slapped him playfully.

“This is the part where you disagree and profusely tell me that I am not a fool!”

“But that would be a lie,” he mused, “because it was quite foolish to leave a man such as myself behind, I do believe I am quite the catch, would you not agree?”

“You are quite full of yourself Benedict Bridgerton,” (Y/N) smirked.

“But you love me for it,” his smile softened, “do you not?”

“I do,” she hummed, feeling herself grow closer into his touch. “I love you for everything that you are, everything that you will be.”

“So… it is suffice to say that you love me?”

“I…” a rolling laughter escaped her lips. “Is that not what I just said?”

Benedict leaned down, closer to her, inching his way into her personal space. “But my dear, after a year of a deafening silence and lack of your presence, I do think I deserve to hear it once more.”

“I love you,” (Y/N) said, pressing her forehead against his own. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

In an instant, Benedict closed the gap between the two, pressing his lips against her own. It felt like the entire weight of the world was sealed in this kiss, and in a way, it was. After a year apart—separated by an ocean and familial duties—the two souls found their way back to one another, destined to reconnect, to love again.

“I want to take you up on your offer,” (Y/N) said, hesitantly pulling away from Benedict’s embrace.

“My offer?”

“To marry,” she smiled lightly, “I do think my parents would find solace in knowing that while their daughter did flee the country and new home without their knowledge, she had a husband to take care of her in their absence.”

“A husband, you say?” Benedict grinned.

“Yes, I do suppose you know where I could find one?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t find you a husband here in such short notice,” Benedict hummed, tapping his foot lightly. “Not here, anyway.”

Her eyes landed on his expectantly, a glimmer of hope residing.

“But I suppose if we were to travel to Scotland, we could solve this issue rather quickly,” he nearly rubbed his chin in thought—a rather jesting gesture. “Do you not agree?”

“I do,” her left hand gripped his, holding it firmly, “I agree wholeheartedly.”

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #reader insert #is the title based on the greatest showman?? yes. yes it is #will i be changing it?#no. no I will not #ah so anyway... this hurt #but it's okay!! they good #they're probably living it up happily ever after and all that jazz #am i posting this on fourth of july and the reader moved to america?#ironic innit?

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BF!Joseph Quinn x GF!plus size reader/actress

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warnings: body shaming, language, fluff and sexual implications

Not proof read and no word count

Summary: being a plus size actress is hard. But that heavens for Jamie and Joseph

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It all started when you landed a role as Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray the musical on Broadway when you were 18. Ever since then, you were always cast as the chubby comedic relief. Sitcom after sitcom. Comedy after comedy movie. You grew tired of playing the same character. So when the chance came for a serious dramatic role you jumped at it.

It was a remake of the 1947 movie Possessed. With the roles reversed. With Joseph taking on the role of Joan Crawford. Yup that's right. Joseph fucking Quinn. It was a new role that he was interested in playing because it was a movie his mom loved. So he was excited about it. You were so nervous acting beside him. Like common, one of the most beautiful and well known men in the world of acting and modeling working with someone who was not at all as talented as him. Or so you thought.

You were actually really good. Being in musicals was your absolute favorite. You knew you could sing. And after so many breathing and vocal lessons you mainly auditioned for Broadway. However you were always rejected because of your figure. So finally giving up on being a star in New York you settled in LA.

...

It was the first table reading and you were there early. Being the only one in the room you started to sing 'Thank you for the music' from Mamma Mia! You made a cup of tea and grabbed an apple from the small refreshment table in the corner of the room.

"What would life be?

Without a song or a dance what are we?

So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me

So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me"

"WOW! Your voice is fantastic."

You jumped and spilled your tea all over the table. You quickly looked over your shoulder and looked back down trying to clean up the spill. Your eyes widen. Joseph Quinn just walked in and complemented your singing.

" Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He said coming to you to help you clean.

" umm it's quite alright. I just thought I was alone."

" Well I'm still sorry. Here let me make you another. What was it that you were about to have?"

" T-tea"

" Right." He said grabbing a new cup and poured water in.

You felt faint so you decided to sit down at the front of the large table.

" milk or lemon?" He asked

"Uhh that would depend on the tea." You felt like such an idiot for not telling him which one you liked.

He chuckled at your quote of the DaVinci code movie. "Of course. I made you Earl grey."

" Then definitely lemon."

He came and set down the tea in front of you.

"Thank you." You said glancing at him. You just barely caught his smile.

" He pulled out the chair next to you to sit. " I'm Joe Quinn."

You finally turned your face to look at him. God he was so pretty. " Hi. I'm y/n l/n."

You looked away and smiled out of straight nervousness and shyness.

"Wait. I know you. Jamie and I saw you at Hollywood Pantages Theatre. You were Mrs. Lovett."

" Oh you saw that? What day?" You prayed to the gods that he wasn't there.

" uhh opening night."

FUCK!

"Uhh I just have to say. You played off that fall really well. Umm but the second one...it looked like it hurt."

OH MY GOD!

Your face felt hot and you suddenly felt nauseous.

" Are you okay?"

You cleared your throat and took a sip of the tea burning the shit out of your tongue. You leaned back in the chair too far and fell backwards.

" Oh shit! Are you alright?" Joe got up to help you to your feet.

"y-yeah. Just accident prone.... surprised I'm still alive to be honest. I uhh I have to pee."

Jesus Christ what the fuck?!

He chuckled.

" Sorry to over share. I'm just gonna go." You quickly left before he could say anything.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. God you have to be the most awkward person alive." You said you yourself washing your hands.

Sure you've met other celebrities before. But you hadn't been pinning for them like you had for Joseph. Ever since you saw him attending LAMDA. You went there for a visit to check out schools for performing arts. You went to a play the school put on. Joseph's role was Petruccio, in Taming Of The Shrew. This was way before he was in TV shows. He did a lot of shorts around this time. So as you sat there watching the show. You couldn't help but crush on the beautiful boy with the brown eyes.

It's been years since then. Unfortunately you did forget about him. Well until you saw the movie Hoard. You were really good at recognizing faces but names, not so much. You had a weird thing about eyebrows. You could always remember certain people by their eyebrows. And Joseph was no different. But just to make sure. You googled the cast and when you saw his picture you knew. He was that tall scrawny guy from London. But not so scrawny anymore.

Once you collect yourself, you went back into the reading room and of course there were people now in there. You had hoped to have just another minute alone and tell him that you were looking forward to working with him. But your luck just ran out. And to top it all off, there was a pretty woman now sitting in your seat. You assumed it was the lady who was playing the part of the neighbor Joe's character was obsessed with. Because you didn't get that role. You got the role of playing Joe's wealthy wife instead. Which was awesome because at least you guys had a few good scenes together.

You recognize her from somewhere but couldn't put your finger on where. You met Joe's gaze as he mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. You gave him a quick smile and found a seat next to an older gentleman.

Last shift. She was in that.

You thought, finally figuring out what you saw that woman next to Joe was in. You looked around the room and didn't really recognize anyone except Tracey Walter. The man sitting next to you. He was to play the part of the psychiatrist. You knew him because your best friend loved Conan the Destroyer. And he was the comic relief in that.

You guys took a lunch break after a while. You normally went on diets before every role, to try to lose weight. But you always gave up. So in order to not eat so much you smoked. You tried not to do it so much cuz it could ruin your voice. But today was a day and you had 2. When you lit the second one Joe joined you.

"You're doing great in there." He nodded towards the building.

You gave him a small smile." Thank you. You're doing great as well."

"Hey so I like to get up super early and go over lines a few times before I try them in front of the camera. I was wondering if you would want to come to my trailer on Friday and go over our scene?"

" Yeah I do that too. The early bird gets the worm type of gal."

Gal?

" Great! I uhh-"

" Joe, come have lunch over here."

You both looked over to the tables next to the food truck. And that girl was there

" In a minute." He half shouted. " Sorry. I was just going to ask if you want to have lunch with us?"

" Umm no thank you. I'm all set." You said lifting you cigarette.

" Are you sure? I heard they have the best buffalo chicken Mac and cheese."

" Yeah no. Dairy makes me gassy." You said without actually thinking.

He laughed. " a'right."

Oh my fucking God!

" Umm yeah sorry. Again..foot in mouth" you said so embarrassed.

" Don be sorry. It's nice having someone say exactly what they are think." He grinned.

You blushed.

" Well if you change your mind. Just come over."

You nodded and watching him walk over to the costar who stole your seat. When he glanced back you looked away. God how could someone so pretty exist.

...

That Friday you were out of it. It was about 5 in the morning and you were standing outside of his trailer. You had chained smoked all the way there. You had brought some donuts and coffees. You didn't know if he liked coffee but you figured he might need one, being up so early. You saw a lights and some classical music playing.

Symphony no. 40 in G minor. You put the donuts and coffees down, because you had a sudden urge to dance. You started mimicking a conductor. With your hands rocking. But then your dancing turned into doing the Reebok. It was totally not the right way to dance to classical but it was fun. As you circled around you started doing the Cabbage patch.

But you stopped dead when you heard a laugh. You turned around towards the trailer and of course Joe was standing there. You didn't know what to say. You could have just die right there. But all of a sudden he climbed out and started to do the Bart Simpson. Which was totally off beat. You didn't care though. You both continued to dance, moving closer and closer together. When the song was over you both were left in a fit of giggles.

...

You and Joe became fast friends after that. He introduced you Jamie Campbell Bower about a month after filming started. You had been his fan since Camelot. For some odd reason, they always wanted to hang out with you. You weren't going to complain though. You only had one friend in LA and she had just passed away from a car accident. So it was nice to have people to hang out with. She would have loved these guys.

One night a few weeks later you, Joe, and Jamie were out for a drive. And you had control of the aux. So being a lover of music. You played one of your favorite song. You didn't know if they would like it or not. But whatever. It was happening. They were gonna listen to it whether they liked it or not.

As the song started, you could feel the guys giving you weird looks. You just beamed and started to sing As long as you love me by the Backstreet Boys. To your surprise Jamie's voice came out of nowhere. He was singing too. You guys both looked over to Joe and he was grinning. You were driving so you couldn't looked at him that long but you could nudge him. He laughed. Then he did it. He started singing the chorus. It was so fantastic. The three of you singing. You and Jamie singing the back up vocals when Joe took the lead. You could swear that was the moment you fell in love with Joe. How he was so into it. He was too cute for words.

After the song was over you pulled up to your destination. You were taking them to a spot up on a hill. You're friend had shown you when you first came to LA. It was a view of Rosemead and downtown. The small trek up the large hill was a bit harder than you remembered. But the guys did it without any problems. You had slipped and almost fell when Joe caught you. His large hands on your waist kept you from falling backwards. You guys stood there for a moment before you quickly apologized and kept going. His hands on you were definitely going to be apart of your dreams tonight.

Finally at the top all of you looked in aww. It was such a beautiful sight. The lights from the city looked like stars.

"Hey love, did I hear you were interested in audition for The Greatest Showman going on at The Music Center?"

You looked at Jamie. " Yeah. But Im not sure if I'll be good enough for the part."

" What?! Are you crazy? You are so good. It's insane." Joe said almost shouting.

You gave him a nervous smile and laugh.

"What song were you thinking of trying?"

You looked away from Jamie completely worried about the song you chose. Sure other people would pick the same so you thought if you sang it as best as you could then you would stand out.

" Never Enough."

" Really?" They guys said at the same time.

" Yup. It's a good one."

" Do it." Joe said wide eyed and all smiles

" Yeah come on love do it. And then we can give you a honest answer if you should do it or not."

" Guys...No."

" Common!" They said together.

" Guys."

" No no. This is happening." Jamie sat down on the ground and looked up at you.

You figured Joe noticed how nervous you were when he came and held your hand.

" It's ok babe. You are really good. Now show us how good." He kissed your cheek and went to sit next to Jamie.

Babe?

Great how were you suppose to do this now? Your face fell hot and you had butterflies in your stomach when he kissed you. You took a deep slow breath in and out.

" Okay can one of you play the instrumental. It helps me keep in time."

Jamie pulled out his phone and searched. You looked at Joe who had a big infectious smile. You looked down at the ground and bit your lip so he would catch you smiling too.

As soon as your heard the opening you cleared your throat. You took a few steps back from them because you didn't want to hurt their ears from the high notes. You sighed before begin.

"I'm trying to hold my breath

Let it stay this way

Can't let this moment end

You set off a dream in me

Getting louder now

Can you hear it echoing?

Take my hand

Will you share this with me?

'Cause darling, without you...

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

For me

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

For me

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

For me

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

For me

For meeeeeeeee

For me"

Your chest was heaving. You looked at the guys and their mouths were open in aww.

" Good?" You said softly.

They both jumped up and applauded whooping.

You smiled never taken your eyes off of Joe.

"Bravo babe. Bravo."

There it is again

You were so happy they liked it. After you dropped of Jamie home you were taking Joe back to his trailer on set. While you sat in the car he was praising you. Telling you that you should definitely go for the part. There was this moment where he looked like he wanted to kiss you. It was quiet for a minute before he asked something you never thought he would ask. He asked you out to dinner. You hesitated to answer only because you were trying not to freak out. But you said yes. Like how could you not?

Dinner was great. He was crazy shy to others but not with you. He was very timid at first but when got him out of his shell, he was outrageously silly and such a dork. The night ended with a kiss on the cheek. You had hoped it would have been more, but Joe was a very well mannered and respectable man. He kissed your knuckle before dropping you off at your studio apartment.

Many "dates" were like this. You guys had an amazing time together. But afterwards it always ended up with you alone in bed. However, things had changed when the scene where you and Joe got together in the movie. You guys had to share a passionate kiss with him. To be completely honest, you didn't want to kiss him. He had just finished a scene with the girl from before. And in that seen they went skinny dipping and had sex. Even though it was just an act. Seeing them kiss hurt. Besides you didn't want your first kiss with him to be on camera. Dread filled your mind as the seconds ticked away.

Joe found you in make up. He sat next to you holding your hand.

"Nervous?"

" Always." You sighed

He brought your hand up to his mouth kissing it gently.

" I'm sorry babe. I was really hoping we would have kissed before this."

You turned to look at him. The beauty tech got the hint. And she left you two alone. As soon as she was out of ear shot you spoke.

" You wanted to kiss me before?"

He looked away from you down to your hand. " yes" he said shyly.

Your heart pounding in your chest. You had sudden cotton mouth. You swallowed harshly.

" Kiss me."

His gaze found yours again. " Are you sure?"

" Umm well yes. We can just rehearsal it now. So it won't be so awkward when we shoot."

" Oh" he frowned.

Wait what?

"Joe. You wanted to rehearse this right?"

" Erm..."

" Oooh. I see. I'm sorry I -I didn't know. I thought were were just friends."

" Is that all you want to be?"

His question staggered you.

" If you don't want to be more. That's fine. I just thought we hit it off pretty well."

" umm no I'm just surprised that's all."

" What are you surprised about? Can't you tell that I like you."

" Uhh well I just thought you were being nice."

He scoffed.

" well I thought Juliana was more of your type. You guys seem to have the chemistry."

" I have more in common with a rock y/n"

You laughed.

" Seriously. She only cares about herself. She has the worst sense of humor. She only tells me things she thinks I want to hear. You on the other hand, are very beautiful, and funny as hell. You're never afraid to be genuine. Might I say that you are extremely talented as well. I like you a lot."

" I uhh don't know what to say."

" Do you like me too?"

You nodded biting your lip.

"Well that settles it. Your my girlfriend now." He smirked

" oh am I?"

" Yes. Absolutely!"

...

When the movie came out you were pummeled with hate comments. It seems that Joe's fans absolutely hate you. For what? Being a plus size love interest. But now that you two were dating it just got worse. There was so much body shaming, that you cried so much. When you were with Joe it was fine because you were never on your phone. But the moment you were alone you would read the stupid comments. Even though your fans were so kind, their love was hidden by the outrageous amount of hate.

You were half laying half sitting on your couch while Joe was in the kitchen in your apartment. He was making dinner for you and you were scrolling through Twitter. It was a good thing that he had his people keep up with all his social media or else he would have been furious.

Someone made a rude comment about how you should sit at a table instead of a booth once when you a Joe went to dinner. The waiter mumbled under his breath about how sorry he felt for the chair. You didn't hear it, but Joe did and he went off. You were able to calm him down enough to just leave. Now you guys either ordered take out or you guys would cook. But today Joe offered to cook because you had a long day at rehearsals for The Greatest Showman. You didn't get the part you wanted but at least you got one.

You sat there reading. Your heart broke at the words. These people didn't even know you. But yet acted like you were the devil. God forbid Joe find someone to be with that actually makes him happy. Instead of some damn super model.

Joe must have noticed how you were when he came and laid on you. His face buried into your neck. He blew raspberries into your skin tickling you. He lifted his head to give you kisses all over your face.

He had missed you so much. He was gone for a while working when he finally came back to LA to see his girl. The long distance relationship was hard for him. But he loved you. So he was planning to make this work. Whatever it took, he would do it.

Once he stopped being silly he kissed you properly. The moment you felt that he wanted sex you felt so uneasy about your body. Joe never made you feel like he didn't love it. But he had never seen you naked yet. You wanted him to. That's for sure. It's just that he was away a lot and you were work too. But this time there was no excuse to not to. He was here for a while and he was staying with you. Sure things got hot and heavy before but it never lead to the big O.

He knew something was wrong but he didn't know what. So he opted to kissing you the whole night.

He talked to Jamie about it the next day. Since you and Jamie lived in the same city, you guys became rather close. In a platonic type of way.

Joe went to visit him and asked what was wrong with you. He said that your were feeling insecure about your body. Joe didn't know why. You were an absolute dream to him. He wanted to talk about it with you but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

But Jamie had an idea all on his own. He had asked you to come over to do a boudoir photo shoot. You objected of course but he promised that you wouldn't be completely naked and that Joe would absolutely love them.

You agreed. So one day while Joe was out doing an interview that you knew would take hours, you went to Jamie's. Jamie had the photographer set up in one of his extra rooms. You got dressed or undressed into your skivvies. You went with red lingerie and a red silk robe because Joe said you looked good in red. You would have never done this type of thing in fear that it would get out. But you needed to feel sexy and you wanted Joe to think you were sexy.

The photographer and Jamie really made the shoot fun. You hadn't smiled that much since you and Joe were dancing that one time. The photoshoot took a good 2 hours because Jamie kept distracting you with all his terrible dad jokes. When it was over you went to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled.

" You are smart and kind. You are beautiful and sexy. And any guy would be lucky to have you."

You were looking for your phone in your coat pocket but it wasn't in there. You went out into the bedroom and searched everywhere for it with no luck. You walked out and that butthead Jamie had it.

" And sent" he said grinned.

Your heart sank. You knew Joe was going to get them. But not while his assistant had his phone. When he did anything for work he would give his phone to them. To answer any calls or messages. This was going to be a disaster.

You went home that night waiting for Joe. When he came in he seemed rather upset

"Joe?"

He didn't say anything. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He stripped off your clothes and laid you down.

"You know my assistant saw the photos."

" I'm so sorry I didn't -"

" I don't like the fact that he saw how gorgeous you are before me." He cut you off and started to undress.

" I-"

" Is this what you want?" He said while taking off his pants and boxer revealing his hard on.

" y-yes"

He grinned" God you're so fuck beautiful. You know that." He said before dipping down to kiss you.

You guys made love for the first time and it was mind blowing. Why you guys waited so long you didn't know? Well you did but still. He spooned you kissing your shoulder after.

" You know. You didn't have to send those. I don't need pictures like that to remind me how sexy you are....I'm gonna keep them though. For when I miss you."

You giggled. " They were more for me anyway."

" What? You need to be reminded that your hot?"

" Some times."

" Well I can do that for you." He said pulling you so that you were on your back. " I can do that right now if you want. And any time you need it."

You raised your brows at his offer. " mmm I would like that."

...

It was a week later when something terrible happened. You didn't know what happened since it was opening night. Joe and Jamie were in the front row waiting for the show to start when Jamie got a text.

" OH MY GOD...."

" What? What's is it mate?"

Jamie was freaking out. "Where's your phone?"

Joe checked his pockets pulling it out.

Jamie snatched it and looked it over.

" Unlock it please."

" Jamie seriously what the fuck?" He said trying to unlock his phone. " What the hell?"

He tried and tried but he couldn't open it.

"Joe. Someone hacked into your phone."

"How do you know that?"

"Well if you didn't send this, then someone did." Jamie said showing him the TMZ web page.

It was filled with your pictures. Joe eyes watered. He was so angry. He took the phone and scrolled through. The comments were beyond flattering. His anger dissipated. Though he was upset that now the whole world knew what you looked like under your clothes, he was happy to know that you were his. And he was going to make sure you would know how much he loved you.

The curtains opened and Joe saw you side stage with the biggest prettiest smile he had ever seen. You waved and he waved back. He leaned over to whisper to Jamie.

" I'm going to marry that girl"

...

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Somebody please give me a request for him with this song.

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty Three: New Wounds, Old Wounds (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

I wake up, feel’n refreshed and safe. Spot’s still here, but it ain’t awkward. I begin to get up, but he pulls me back.

“Where do ya think you’s go’n?” he asks playfully.

“Up to get breakfast?” I try to wiggle oudda Spot’s grasp, but he just squeezes tighter. “Spot, we godda get up eventually!”

“We do?”

I groan. “Yeah, we do. I’m sell’n in ‘Hattan today, and I got a show later, so I godda leave soon.”

“Rebecca,” Spot says in a serious tone as he brings me to face him. “You should never have to woik there ever again. I can support you, and you never have to do that again.”

Whoa- I’d never guess Spot’d want me to actually settle.

“Thanks, but I’s still need to support myself-”

“No, Beauty. Not like that. You deserve more respect. Just trust me.” He kisses my hand.

Maybe I can…

Spot leans in and kisses my head. “When will I see you again?”

“Tomorrow, maybe tonight if ya wanna join in on a card game.”

“Is Race bet’n?”

“Uh-huh.”

Spot holds up his hands. “I ain’t get’n involved in that!”

“Good move. Don’t worry- I’ll be back! Now will ya let me go?” Very reluctantly, Spot releases me. “Thank you. Now I godda go, but-” I give him a kiss on tha cheek. “-I’ll be back.”

“See ya around, Beauty.”

I grab an apple from tha kitchen and rush outside. Before I run across tha bridge, I wave ‘hello’ to Bucky, who’s talk’n with Danny. When I get to ‘Hattan, I’m just about to tha distribution center-

“Hello, Harlot.”

My stomach quenches. I turn around and see Slick Benny and his gang sulk’n in an alley. And to be frank, they’s don’t look too happy.

“Beat it before I beat you, jerks!” I spit. I turn to leave, but I see more thugs have surrounded me. “I ain’t gonna just let ya kick me around like last time, Ben! Try anyth’n, and I’ll soak ya!” I throw up my fists.

“Oh look, little miss sing’n sweetie is gonna hurt us!” Benny taunts, while tha goons just laugh. “You lost us a big chunk-a cash from Pulitzer by run’n off. No madda- we’s here for a more… permanent solution.”

Before I know it, I feel a deep, sharp pain in my side. A thug behind me pulls a knife oudda me, and I see my blood run out onto tha street. Deep, blood red. My knees give out and I crumble to tha ground, clutch’n my side- but not before send’n my fist into someone’s shin.

“It didn’t work on your boyfriend, so we’s gonna stick around ‘til it works on you, tramp!” Benny sneers down at me.

“Benny,” I wince and grit my teeth, but tha pain’s make’n me numb and my vision blurry. “Rot. In. Hell…” Then the lights go out.

Crutchy’s POV

I’d just gotten me papes, and was head’n out to my new sell’n spot. Now that we’s on good terms with Brooklyn, I can sell near there without feel’n noirvous. I’m so happy Becca found a guy- and Spot Colon of all people! But I’s still sad she’s not spend’n as much time with us. I’ll never forget-

I gasp and nearly fall over. “Becca?!”

It is Becca! In an alley, surrounded by blood- her blood!

I limp over and kneel down. “Becca! Becca! Can ya hear me? Race! Blink! Somebody, help!” By now I’m cry’n and try’n to stay calm.

“Crutchy? That you?” I hear Blink yell back.

“Guys- it’s Becca! Hurry!”

They run over and immediately their faces drop. Race kneels down next to me.

“She’s still breath’n- we godda get her to Kloppman and get her patched up!”

“Ok. You carry her,” I say. I can’t carry her- with my leg I can’t even carry myself!

“I can’t carry her by myself-!”

“I don’t care who does it, just hurry!”

Race grabs her shoulders while Blink takes her feet while I try to keep up. When we get to tha lodg’n house, Kloppman instantly motions to a nearby bunk.

“Here, here! Set her down gently! What happened?”

“I dunno- I found her in a pile of blood in the alley. I think her side’s been stabbed!”

Kloppman frowns. “Go get Kelly’s girlfriend while I gather supplies. If there’s going to be any work done, there has to be a lady present! Go, now!”

Blink rushes off while Race and I can only try to comfort Becca, who’s still unconscious.

“B-B…” She mumbles.

“What? What is it Becs?” Race asks frantically.

“B-Benny…”

Race makes a fist. “That lousy, rotten, no-good son-of-a-!”

“What happened?” Sarah comes through tha door, followed by Blink.

“Becca got stabbed. Ya godda help, please!” I beg.

“O-Oh! Ok- um… You guys are going to have to go. Give us some privacy.”

“Sure, sure. Just hurry while she’s still breath’n!” Race rushes.

We leave Sarah to get to work and meet up with tha odda newsies in tha square.

“Where’s Becs? She’s supposed to be back by now! If Spot tries anyth’n funny-” Jack grumbles.

“She got stabbed!” Race pants.

Jack’s face twists from annoyed to fearful.

“It’s Benny- he did it!” Blink informs them.

“How long ‘til I can get a murder over with?” Skittery growls. “I’ll kill him- you knows I will! C’mon Jack- just let me kill him!”

Jack tries to calm him down. “No, no. We’s just won a strike- we don’t need anyone arrested for murder! Believe me, I wanna kill him too, Skid. But we godda worry about Becca!”

“Who wants to tell Spot?” Mush asks. We all exchange fear-filled glances. “We’s all know Spot Colon ain’t gonna take it too easy when he hears Becca’s been hurt.”

“I’ll go.”

We all turn to Boots.

“I’ll go tell him.” He goes to leave.

“Nice know’n ya, Boots.” Snipeshooter mumbles.

Spot’s POV

I’d just gotten all tha Brooklyn newsies out and sell’n, when I see Boots sprint’n over tha bridge.

“Hey, what’s-?”

“Becca’s been stabbed!” Boots yells.

I freeze. “What?”

“It’s Becca-” Boots catches his breath. “She got stabbed by Benny. She’s with Kloppman, and Sarah’s patch’n her up.”

Oh dear God. Becca... Sweet, beautiful Rebecca...

“Well don’t just stand there! Take me to her!” I jump up and follow Boot to ‘Hattan, where all tha newsies are.

“Okay, who’s fault is it?” I growl.

“What?” Skittery asks blindly.

“You’s know what! Who allowed Becca to be stabbed?”

“It ain’t nobody’s fault! We ain’t babysitters- Becca’s been walk’n by herself for years!”

“Yeah, and she never left good-ol’ safe ‘Hattan, did she?” I jibe at them.

“Well…”

None of em answer. More proof that Becca should’ve been escorted. Just then, a goil comes oudda tha lodg’n house.

“She’s awake!”

“Is she ok?” I ask anxiously.

“Don’t worry- she’ll have some scarring, but otherwise it didn’t damage any organs. However she did lose a lot of blood, so she’ll have to rest for a few days.”

“I can live with that. It’s Becca not be’n alive that I’s won’t be live’n!”

Thank you, God! Thank you thank you!

We all crowd upstairs to where Becca’s lay’n in a bunk, almost like an angel.

Rebecca’s POV

I wake up feeling groggy. I try to roll over, and then feel tha deep pain in my side. Oh, right. Wait- I’m alive? I’m alive! Alive and kick’n!

I open my eyes and take in tha sunshine stream’n throught tha window.

“Good! You’re awake!”

I look over and see Sarah sitting nearby.

“Hey. What’re ya do’n here?”

“They said you had been stabbed, and since I’m a girl too they thought I should help.”

I blush, embarrassed. “Sorry-”

“No, no, it’s alright! You’re going to hopefully make a full recovery! Would you like to see any visitors?”

I nod. “Yes, please!”

“Alright- I’ll send them up!” Sarah disappears down tha hallway.

I lift up my shoit, and find a jagged set of stitches- a wound that’ll leave a scar. I just hope Spot doesn’t mind…

Before I know it, all tha newsies are crowd’n around me.

“Becca! You’s ok!” Crutchy gushes.

“‘Course I am. You’s think a papercut can stop me?” I grunt.

“You’s had enough trouble to last ya a lifetime, Becs.” Jack hugs me gently.

When I see Spot, he looks as if he’s either gonna tell me off, or break down cry’n. Instead, he leans in and abruptly wraps his arms around me.

“I thought I lost you, Beauty,” he whispers, and I notice he’s shake’n a bit.

“Hey, don’t worry- I’m still here.” I run my fingers through his hair, try’n to calm him.

“I shoulda gone with ya,” he whispers regretfully. “I’ll never let anyth’n happen to you again, I promise.”

I frown and push Spot up to face me. “Ya know who you’s sound’n like?” I point to my big brodda. “Him.”

Spot don’t answer. Instead, he buries his head into my chest, and I’m a little embarrassed to have all tha guys here.

“How can I help it, not worry’n about ya?” Spot asks finally.

“Simple. Ya just godda trust me.”

“And look where that got ya!”

“I never said it’d always turn out ok. But ya can’t lock me away like a fragile doll, expect’n me to live with it. I wanna live my life, not observe it.”

“I donno…”

“Just promise you won’t be freaked out later.”

Spot’s face scrunches. “What?”

I frown. “I- I’s gonna have a scar. And, if it-”

“Rebecca, no scar could ever make me stop think’n you's the most beautiful goil in the world.”

Everyone goes quiet, and I can understand why. Spot’s never this open about his feelings, but I’m glad he still will’n to luv me.

Jack speaks up. “Guess he really luvs ya, Becca. Sorry I ever doubted it.”

Spot glares. “Ever mention this again, and I’ll soak ya!”

“Thanks for that, Spot.” I begin to sit up. “Now c’mon- we’s got papes to sell!”

Sarah’s face falls. “No, Becca, you’re not-”

“Ya just got stabbed!”

“Beauty, if you think I’s gonna let ya get up-”

“You’s already lost a good cut just by watch’n me sleep. I ain’t gonna lay around all day, so let’s go!”

Mush and Jack try to stop me, but after my death-glare they back off. Spot’s still hold’n my hand, and I’m wonder’n if he’ll never let go. We get outside and I’d never thought I’d be so happy ta see tha shine’n sun.

“So, any big news?” I ask Crutchy.

“I donno…”

“Extra! Extra! Carlyle seeks long-lost daughter!” Snipeshooter shouts. What?

“Lemme see that!” I snatch a pape from him and skim tha story. My fadda, my o-so-care’n fadda, is look’n for me. “I don’t believe this!” I say in a disgusted tone.

A few of tha guys gather around. Spot looks especially on-edge, though I can tell he’s try’n not to show it.

“Is it him?” Race asks.

“Is it really him?” Mush urges.

“That’s your fadda?!” Skittery outbursts.

“You’s rich!” Boots says.

“Are ya gonna leave?” Spot asks, more serious. I can tell he’s really anxious.

“‘Course she is- who wouldn’t?” Blink says.

“Quiet!” I spread my hands out. I could go back, but go back to what? An abusive fadda who sees me as an unwanted nuisance? “I ain’t leave’n.”

“You’re not?” Spot looks as if he’d been born again.

“Why? What sense does that make?” Snipeshooter asks.

“He might be my fadda,” I look over at Spot with a determined look, “but he ain’t my family.”

“Becca, think about it: You’s give’n away a whole fortune just to stick around with a bunch-a newsies-” Skittery begins.

“-who are just tha most funny, care’n, luv’n, and wonderful family I’s could ever need,” I finish. “Guys, I’s here to stay!”

All tha guys crowd and hug me in thanks, but they don’t argue when Spot pulls me aside and kisses me- though Jack’s try’n so hard to ignore it!

“Ya really ok stick’n with me? Like this?” he whispers, brow furrowed as he gestures to his worn-out clothes.

“Luv is a luxury money can’t buy. I ain’t leave’n unless you’s make me!” I grin.

We all go to start sell’n, and I can tell it’s gonna be a beautiful day!

That night, Spot walks me back from my sell’n spot towards tha lodg’n house. Already I hear Race beginn’n ta set up tha game! It’s really dark, with no moon out, but tha lamps help light up tha street. By now it’s beginn’n to get cold out- a sure sign winter’s wait’n.

I turn to Spot. “Thanks.”

“No problem. After today, I’s gonna worry ‘bout you forever!” He kisses my hand, make’n me blush. “Tha future may not be too good…”

“It ain’t so bad,” I say assur’nly.

“Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?”

(A Million Dreams from The Greatest Showman)

“I close my eyes and I can see,

A world that's waiting up for me.

That I call my own.

Through the dark, through the door,

Through where no one's been before.

But it feels like home.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy.

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind.

I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy.

We can live in a world that we design.

'Cause every night I lie in bed,

The brightest colours fill my head!

A million dreams are keeping me awake!

I think of what the world could be,

A vision of the one I see,

A million dreams is all it's gonna take!

Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make.”

I lead him ta tha window, and outline houses with my hands.

“There's a house we can build,

Every room inside is filled

With things from far away.

The special things I compile,

Each one there to make a smile

On a rainy day…”

Now I climb up tha ladder, while pull’n Spot behind me.

“They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy.

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind.

I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy.

Runaway to a world that we design…!”

Spot lifts me by tha waist, twirl’n me in tha moonlight.

“‘Cause every night I lie in bed,

The brightest colours fill my head,

A million dreams are keeping me awake!

I think of what the world could be,

A vision of the one I see,

A million dreams is all it's gonna take!

Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make!”

I take his face in my hands.

“However big, however small,

Let me be part of it all.

Share your dreams with me!

You may be right, you may be wrong,

But say that you'll bring me along!

To the world you see,

To the world I close my eyes to see,

I close my eyes to see!”

He slowly brings me down, but doesn’t let me go. He touches his nose to mine, and we just stare at each odda.

“‘Cause every night I lie in bed,

The brightest colours fill my head…”

“A million dreams are keeping me awake…” I sing back.

“A million dreams, a million dreams!”

We sing togedda:

“I think of what the world could be!

A vision of the one I see!

A million dreams is all it's gonna take!

A million dreams for the world we're gonna make!”

We both lean over tha rail’n, star’n out inta tha city, then both sing softly:

“For the world we're gonna make.”

Later that night, Specs is tha foist to see me arrive.

“They’s all wait’n for you,” he says in a sarcastic scold’n tone. “Race’s about to throw a fit.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. They’s should know by now I ain’t one fer gambl’n.” I leave Specs downstairs, thankful he ain’t a part of this, and smile wide when I see tha fellas all gathered at tha table. “Hey guys! Ready to play?” I announce.

“Becs! You’s just in time! Blink’s deal’n.” Boots says excitedly.

“You bet’n?” Race immediately asks, curious.

I glare at him. “No. I’s already lost enough by not sell’n much today, and I ain’t gonna lose a single penny to you!”

“Alright, alright!” He complains.

Crutchy comes and sits by me. “So- Spot ain’t come’n?”

I shake my head. “He don’t wanna gamble either, plus he wants to give me some space.”

“That’s respectable.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” I say with wide eyes.

“Hey! Quite your yapp’n! Are you’s play’n or not?” Race asks.

I roll my eyes again. “I guess someone’s in an eager mood. Fiiiiinnnnne. Who’s go’n foist?”

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