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Tom Cruise and Rebecca De Mornay arrive for a screening of their movie, Risky Business, at the Director’s Guild in Hollywood, California in 1983. The couple fell in love during the filming and dated for about two years.  He was 21 and she had just turned 24 when these photos were taken.

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Risky Business (Paul Brickman, 1983)

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ONE OF THE MOST SLEPT ON FRIENDSHIPS

Tom Cruise and Emilio Estevez were childhood best friends and they drove to the auditions for The Outsiders together. They attended Santa Monica High together as well. Emilio was Tom’s best man in his first wedding with Mimi Rogers.

Emilio and Tom attended the ‘Ishtar’ (1987) movie premier together. (If I’m correct, neither of them had a role in this movie and went together for the hell of it.)

Photo seemingly taken around 1983.

The Outsiders premier, 1983.

Starred in Mission: Impossible (1996) together.

Emilio, Nicole, Tom.

Tom and Emilio driving while on set for The Outsiders. (I think that might be Rob in the back but I’m not sure.)

The Outsiders auditions.

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Tom and miles teller on the set of top gun: maverick in lake tahoe

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Imagine spending Christmas with Tom Cruise.

You and Tom were rarely home at the same time, but this year, for this holiday, you both managed to get lucky and be between projects, meaning you were both in the penthouse. He made himself busy with setting up for the holiday despite not being a celebrator of it himself - it was all for you. The Christmas tree, the stockings, the tinsel around the house, the decorations, he put them up himself rather than hire a decorator because frankly, he’d do anything for you.

You were more than ecstatic with all that he was doing, and you couldn’t stop giggling when he lifted you up, his strong hands on your waist, to put the star on the top of the tree. During all of this, you couldn’t stop smiling. The penthouse was looking more festive than you ever imagined that it could.

You grew up with family Christmases, not fancy ones, you didn’t grow up rich, but with a lot of heart, and a lot of spirit. Tom was trying to replicate that with the same blinking lights that played Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer when a certain button was pressed, and the old fashioned felt skirt around the bottom of the tree. To you, this was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Which lead you into hugging him once you were back down on the ground, holding him tightly. “You didn’t have to do all of this,” You told him. “I know you’re not into it-”

“I’m into what you’re into,” He told you, with a laugh. “And I have to admit, it does spruce the place up a bit.”

“Don’t you mean pine the place up a bit?” You quipped, horribly. He rolled his eyes but let out a laugh anyway. He was used to your sense of humor by now.

“Sure. Do we have to wait for Christmas Eve to put the presents under the tree, or can we start stacking them now?”

“As long as you don’t open them until morning, love. That’s one of the best parts.”

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Imagine getting pregnant with Tom Cruise’s child.

You had to send your assistant to the pharmacy. If you went on your own, no doubt there would be people swarming around you, taking pictures, asking for selfies - and that’s the last thing that you wanted while you were out shopping for a pregnancy test. She had picked out five different brands, going from the generic store-brand all the way to the more expensive, just in case. You didn’t mind the use of your funds. You were paranoid enough to take all of them, jitters as you drank down your favorite juice and then went to the bathroom. You were able to take three at once, and while waiting for those to develop you drank some more.

“How do you think Tom would react?” Your assistant asked, sitting with you, drinking a coffee while you stuck to water just in case. You set your glass down, halfway through it already.

“I think it’ll be good,” You nodded. “We’ve talked about it a couple of times and - it’s actually the perfect time. I don’t have any projects coming up.”

She nodded in agreement, knowing that well. Your schedule was memorized by her. While it was a break for you, it was like a break for her. The timer on your phone went off, and you looked towards the three tests, capped back on laying on a paper towel off to the side. Deep breath in. The first had a digital screen. ‘Pregnant 3+’, giving you the weeks. Next brand. Two pink lines. And then the third. A plus sign.

“What are you girls up to?” Tom asked, walking into the kitchen. You hadn’t even heard the door open, so distracted by these results. Your assistant immediately tried to wrap up the tests in the paper towel but it was too late. You heard a gasp from him behind you. “Put them back,” He said, and after a nod from you, your assistant did slowly, letting them spill back over the table. “You’re - we’re?”

“Appears so,” You said, turning to look him in the face. His expression was unreadable. It looked like a smile but then it started to fall. That made your stomach turn. The happiness was good but the apprehension that came after. “Tom?”

“I have to talk to my agent,” He mumbled, running his fingers through the hair that he was growing out again. “I agreed to a project coming up, going to have to cancel.”

“Baby, you don’t have to cancel,” You shook your head. “It’s okay-”

“And miss a moment of this? No way.”

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Imagine being caught with Tom Cruise in public.

You weren’t much of a celebrity until you appeared in one of Tom’s movies, and then everything started to take off. So when you and Tom had your first date together and you were caught by the paparazzi, you weren’t prepared for it. You didn’t know how to deal with it.

Standing in the entrance of the restaurant, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water - that was the only reaction that you could produce. Bright flashes from cameras everywhere. You just had to take one step in front of another towards the car that was waiting. Fake confidence. Fake it until you make it, as they say in Hollywood - where just about everything is a ploy in front of the camera.

One step. Two step. Three step. Four.

Tom’s arm was with yours, walking proudly with you. He opened the door for you. You thanked him and slid in, looking out the darkly tinted windows towards all of the people who had camped out here just to see the two of you. This part of the job was insane. You couldn’t believe it.

“Is it really like this for you everywhere you go?” You asked, once Tom was in on the other side, seatbelt on, car starting to go down the streets. He laughed, the serious face he put on for the camera disappearing at once into the more light-hearted Tom that you had come to know.

“Yeah. You get used to it over time,” He commented. “Happens when you’re beautiful and talented,” He nudged me, as if they hadn’t been there for him at all.

“Ahh, so it’s been happening your whole life, gotcha,” You flirted, resting your head against his shoulder. He laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“You’ll do just fine.”

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Imagine going on a walk with Tom Cruise.

“I love you,” You said, for what felt like the thousandth time, walking with him through the park, holding hands. It was a beautiful day, and he had suggested going on on this walk, even leaving his sunglasses and hat back at the hotel room, completely exposing himself to being recognized.

“I love you too,” He said, giving your hand a squeeze. He felt relaxed, and that’s what made him blend in with his surroundings, with the rest of the people who were just in the park to get a breath of that fresh air before it got too cold.

You looked over at him, your eyes filled with admiration for this wonderful man. “So you start filming tomorrow, right? I’m gonna miss you.”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t take too long,” He told you. He stopped a bench, sat down, and pulled you onto his lap. “Only a few stunts too. Hopefully I won’t break any bones this time around.”

“Tom…” You frowned at just the thought of him getting hurt again. It was a risk with the jobs that he took, and he was usually pretty careful, but sometimes injuries just weren’t avoidable. “I’ll take care of you if you do.”

“Best nurse I’ve ever had,” He said, pressing a kiss to your chin.

“I better be.”

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Certain Needs {Tom Cruise x Reader One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2059 Summary: You, Tom Cruise’s partner, takes on the role of being his caretaker after he injures himself.

If you had known that Tom was going to be this much of a baby with a broken ankle, you wouldn’t have offered to let him rest up at your house. You thought he would be used to such things. He did most of his own stunts. He was crazy like that. A real daredevil. And here he was, living it up, with you as his practical slave. You added the finishing touches to his breakfast, set it on the tray, and transported it up the stairs to your bed, where he was waiting. His hurt ankle was elevated by pillows, the cast thick and pristine. You were the only one to sign it, and you had done so right on the bottom, along his foot. Writing your name like you were Andy, and he was Woody the doll. When he saw you come in, he clicked the mute button on the television, and smiled at you broadly. That smile almost made this all worth it. “Good morning,” He said, ruffling up his already messy bed-head.

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Imagine having a child with Tom Cruise.

Throughout the first year of your little girl’s life, Tom was always there. Actually, the moment that he found out that you were pregnant, he called off all projects. Told his agent and publicist that he was taking a break. The news leaked when your daughter was six months old, and immediately the calls for photoshoots for magazines started pouring in. Offers of thousands of dollars. You turned them all down. You did your own photoshoot with your favorite photographer. The first real family portrait. She had Tom’s eyes. His messy brown hair. It made numbers on instagram.

Tom went back to work when your baby was a year and a half old, but he also brought you with him. New Orleans. New York. Your baby was becoming an American traveller before she was even a toddler. You collected onesies for her in each state, and as she started to outgrow them, toys and customized tshirts.

The toddler years. The first full set of steps that she took was in England. For a short period of time, due to listening to all of those around her, she picked up a little bit of an accent that you found absolutely darling. As a family, you went aboard the London eye. You and her were Tom’s date to the Edge of Tomorrow premiere, where you one hundred percent gave her the option to leave whenever she wanted. The cameras were intimidating. But she soaked up the attention. She waved. She blew kisses. She was a star, just like her father.

The childhood years. Back to London for the filming of The Mummy. Your career was still on hiatus. You were a stay-at-trailer kind of mom, instead of just staying in LA. You wanted your child to have all of these experiences and the time with her father. The accent came back. ‘Simple lovely.’ ‘Thank you mummy!’ ‘Love you Daddy!’ all in that sweet little accent. You never tried to teach her to get out of it. It was cute.

The teenage years. You spent these mostly back in California. Top Gun. She was getting to be too cool for her dad now. A real California girl, though the London accent was still there. She was more than welcome to come and visit the set, to come out to the premieres, but this was always met with an eyeroll. And dating. Oh god, when she started dating, you had to keep Tom distracted when the boy came to pick her up. Say that something was leaking in the kitchen so that she could sneak out.

Her eighteenth birthday. A huge party. She had gotten into the university of her choice. And you didn’t even have to buy her way in the way that some other celebrity parents did. She had the brains. Your brains, Tom would always assure. She and her friends had a photoshoot wall with a photographer to get just the right images for social media. Images was everything to these girls. Tom came up behind you and wrapped one arm around your waist and held you out a piece of birthday cake with the other. “Think we did good?” He asked, looking at her.

“I think we did amazing.”

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I Wouldn’t Be Complete Without You 4

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Ok! Here is the final chapter before we begin the Spin off one-shot series. Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 4

Y/N’s P.O.V

17 Years ago

I am pacing around my room, I am so nervous. Fuck, where is Tom? He promised to be here. Maybe I should call him? He has been traveling all day… I really don’t want to bother him.

“Y/N?” I heard his voice down the hall, there was a light knock on my door “Hey, I knocked on the door, and you didn’t answer so I let myself in… I got your message… are you ok? You seem upset about something.” I walked over and pulled the door open

“I’m so glad you’re here” I said pulling him into a hug “How was your flight? Oh, and don’t worry about letting yourself in Tom that’s why I gave you the key”

“My flight was good… sweetie what’s going on?” he asked, I wanted to melt when he called me sweetie.

“I have a date tonight… and I need your help… I am torn between two dresses” I said. He stared at me with wide eyes

“A date? With whom?”

“That cute guy Max, I told you about… he asked me out” I said with a smile

“Oh, that’s great” he said with a half-smile… there was something about the smile that was different it wasn’t Tom’s usual smile. He walked over and sat on the edge of my bed “Ok, what dresses?” he asked

“I’ll be right back” I ran into the bathroom, and put on my black dress “I really like this one… but it might be a little too formal” I said as I walked out. Tom looked up at me

“That’s a nice dress… where is he taking you?”

“To that new Italian restaurant, in downtown”

“Show me the other one you picked out” I quickly went back in the bathroom, and put on my favorite blue sun dress. I walked out and Tom’s mouth went wide

“Well?” I asked

“You look… wow… um I mean beautiful” I smiled

“You think he’ll like it?” I asked

“He would be a fool to not love it”

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I walked back into my apartment a few hours later, feeling like a complete fool. Max, only asked me out… because he was hoping to get lucky. I mean… I have never even been kissed… I know… I know pathetic 20 years old and never been kissed.

“Hey, how was your date?” I jumped when I heard Tom’s voice

“Tom… I didn’t know you were still here”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you got back safely” I smiled “So how was your date?”

“I want to get changed… I’ll be back in a second and I’ll tell you all about it” I said. I walked into my room, and put on some sleep shorts, and grabbed the first shirt I found, quickly took off my makeup and walked back into the living room and sat next to Tom on the couch

“So…?” he asked

“It was a disaster” I mumbled

“Did that bastard do something to you?” Tom asked angrily

“No, he um… he asked me out hoping to get lucky… he wasn’t interested in dating me, he just wanted to buy me dinner before taking me back to his place for… you know.” I saw rage in Tom’s eyes

“That prick… I should give him a piece of my mind”

“Tom… I’m so embarrassed”

“Why? He is the ass… he didn’t try and force himself on you did he?”

“No… I mean he tried to kiss me… but I even chickened out at that. Tom I’ve never even been kissed, what if… what if I’m bad at it?”

“Impossible” he chuckled

“You don’t know that… hell I don’t even know”

“Sweetie kissing is different for everyone…”

“Tom, it’s easy for you to say… you’re an actor you get to kiss women all the time” he chuckled. Then I got an idea, I sat up and smiled brightly at him

“What?” he asked confused

“Can you teach me to kiss?” I asked, his eyes went wide

“Y/N… I…um”

“Please Tom? You do it all the time… please help me”

“Sweetie those are my co-stars… you know actresses… its fake… I mean you’re my best friend… won’t it be… I don’t know… weird?” he couldn’t stop stuttering

“Tom, it’s only weird if you make it weird” he sighed “Tom, please?” I said with a pouty face

“I hate that I can never say no to you” I smiled

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“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” I asked, Tom and I are laying in his bed, after having mind blowing sex. It was better than I ever imagined it would be. He chuckled

“Yeah… and that wasn’t a kiss… it got hot in heavy especially when you got into my lap… I found it incredibly difficult to leave… I went home and had to take a very, very cold shower” I giggled

“Really?” I asked

“Baby, I was so turned on… I mean you have no idea how difficult it was to know fuck you that night” I smiled.  I ran my finger up and down his chest biting my lip. He growled and flipped us over so he is hovering above me

“Don’t do that”

“What?” I asked

“Don’t bite your lip like that, as much as I don’t want to leave this bed… I have meetings downtown in an hour… and if you bite your lip again, I wont be able to walk away” I smiled

“Sorry” I said, he leaned down and brought his lips down to mine. The kiss is slow, sweet, passionate, and full of nothing but love.

“I have to go” he said when we broke apart, and I giggled

“Do you really have to go? Can’t you post pone them till tomorrow?” he chuckled, and rolled out of bed, pulled his pants and turned around to face me.

“You have no idea how difficult it is for me to walk away knowing you are here, naked, in our bed” I sat up on my elbows

“Our bed?” he smiled brightly

“Yeah” he noticed the confusion on my face, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “After that mind blowing sex… do you honestly think I’m ever going to let you sleep in another room?”

“Well… I mean” he chuckled again

“Baby, you are mine” I couldn’t help but smile “I’m never letting you go” He leaned over and kissed me lightly “I can’t wait to make you my wife” he said when we broke apart

“What?” I asked giggling “I’m sorry did I miss the proposal?”

“Oh, baby I’m going to give you the most romantic proposal ever… when you’re least expecting it”

“Tom, we literally just got together” I said

“We’ve know each other for 20 years, we know everything about each other, we’ve lived in the same house for a very long time… you date someone to get to know them…I already know you” I felt a tear roll down my eye

“I know you Tom… I’ll know when you plan to propose” I said

“I wouldn’t be so sure” he said, and I rolled my eyes

“I love you so much” I giggled

“I love you too baby” he got up again and put his button up shirt back on “I’ll be back in about 2 hours or so… why don’t you take a nap?” he asked and I nodded I am truly exhausted especially after not sleeping for 2 days, he leaned over and tucked me in “See you later baby” he said before walking out of the room. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me

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I woke up when I felt the bed shift, felt Tom wrap his arms around me, and I quickly turned myself around to face him. He smiled brightly

“How was your meeting?” I asked, and he gave me a playful smile

“I have a confession… I didn’t have a meeting… I went downtown to do some shopping” I giggled

“Tom Cruise… shopping?”

“You want to see what I got?” he asked

“Sure” I said

“Close your eyes” he said I gave him a ‘are you kidding me?’ look “It’s for you” he said

“Tom, you didn’t have to buy me anything” I said

“I know, I wanted to… know close your eyes” I did as he asked, I heard him open the bed side table and he grabbed my hand, I quickly snatched it away

“I swear Tom, you put some bug or something in my hand…” he laughed loudly

“I did that one time… let it go” he said “Now give me back your hand” I put my hand out, he grabbed it and ran his hand over my palm “You have such soft hands” he brought my palm to his lips and kissed it lightly, before turning my hand over. I heard him open a box, and then I felt him slide a ring on my ring finger, my eyes flew open.

I examined the ring on my finger, it is so beautiful. Tom, knows exactly what jewelry I like, and he really got this right.

“Tom?” I asked

“Marry me?” he asked “I love you, I’ve always loved you… please say you’ll be my wife” I felt tears running down my face, he reached up and wiped them away.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you” he leaned down and kissed me, during the kiss he flipped us over so he his on top of me again. When we broke apart he whispered “You didn’t suspect that proposal… did you?” I giggled

“Shut up” and he kissed me again. For the first time in my life, I am truly happy.

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I Wouldn’t Be Complete Without You 2

OK so here’s the plan for this! So this is probably going to be 4… maybe 5 part story. Then i want to continue with one-shots. Like their high school years, life as his assistant, life after the story. All that. I have some ideas, but i will also take suggestions/requests.

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Chapter 2

Y/N’s P.O.V

I had a great time tonight; David is such a sweet guy. He’s a damn good kisser too. We made out in the parking lot like two horny teenagers for about 10 minutes not caring who was around. It was late, really late. I knew I needed to be quiet walking into the house, not wanting to wake anyone… especially not Tom. Even though he seemed calm, cool, and collected about it earlier… he’s definitely not done discussing my relationship.

As I opened the door, I slid my heels off and tip toed through the house. I was about to walk up the stairs when a light turned on in the living room.

“Pretty late” I heard Tom’s voice say from his chair

“Last time I checked, as a 37-year-old woman I don’t have a curfew” I said in a joking manner

“How was your date?” he asked with sarcasm dripping from every word. I sighed this is what I wanted to avoid. I walked over and sat in the chair next to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. I just a friend set us up on a blind date and I figured it wasn’t going anywhere so I didn’t think it was worth mentioning to you.” He raised his eyebrow, as his silent way of asking me to continue “And then I got to know David and he’s a really nice guy… and I just didn’t tell you…. Because…”

“Because why?” he asked

“Because, you become over bearing ok? You feel the need to find everything wrong with whomever I’m dating…”

“Well I wouldn’t have to do that, if you were smarter about the men you date” he said

“What?” I asked

“You always pick trashy men. Men that are going to hurt you, men who have baggage” I rolled my eyes

“Every person on this earth have some sort of baggage… what am I supposed to throw away a good guy because I don’t know… he… he’s not a millionaire? Maybe he’s in a little debt? Maybe he doesn’t drive a $300,000 car”

“Y/N please listen…”

“No, I don’t care about those things. You should know that better than anyone. Neither one of us came from money. You worked so hard at what you did, and you deserve all of this.” I said “But Tom not everyone is you… not everyone made it big.”

“Would you just listen for a second?” he said angrily “I’m trying to save you from this bastard who is going to break your heart”

“You don’t even know him”

“Neither do you” he said, throwing a file on the table in front of me

“What the fuck is that?” I asked

“A file on David Walter Harrington”

“You bastard” I said with tears in my eyes “how did you even find out his name?” I asked

“Your appointment book. You left it in my office… so I did a little digging”

“You mean you had Amanda do some digging” I said. Amanda is Tom’s publicist, she knows everything about everyone… and if she doesn’t she’s going to find out.

“You should look at it” I stared at him angrily “No? Then I’ll happily read it”

“David Harrington, 50 years old… a little old for you don’t you think?” I squinted my eyes

“Age is just a number”

“Has been in and out of debt for the past 4 years… significant debt. He was fired as CEO of his own company for insider trading… also did 5 years in prison. Hasn’t been able to hold down a job in the last 7 months… seems he likes to go to work drunk. Oh, and this is my favorite… you’re going to love this.”

“I doubt it” I mumble

“He’s married and has been married for 30 years” I grabbed the file out of his hands, and stared at it. I felt tears running down my face. I’m angry at Tom for snooping, I’m angry at David, and I’m angry at myself for not predicting that Tom would do this. I threw the file on the table and walked away “You’re welcome” he yelled

“I didn’t say thank you” I said walking up the stairs

“Well you should… I just saved you from heart break” he said, I turned around and looked at him.

“Oh, yeah Tom because I’m completely not heartbroken… thank you so much for saving me”

“No, need to be sarcastic about it”

“Tom, leave me alone” I said

“No, we need to talk” he said I walked into my room, knowing there was no point in stopping him from walking in. I walked into the bathroom to get changed “Fuck, Y/N… I’m sorry you’re hurt… but wouldn’t you have rather found out this information from me?” I didn’t say anything, I just continued to get changed “Y/N” he said, and I groaned in frustration.

“Actually no” I said walking out “Because if I had found out on my own, then I would have come to you, I would have cried to you, my best friend. You would have held me while I cried, like you always do”

“I can still do that” he said holding his arms open

“No, because finding out like this is a big fuck you”

“How?” he asked confused

“Because, you weren’t snooping with my feelings in mind. You were trying to find something wrong with the guy that I liked… because you can’t stand knowing I spend time with people other than you”

“Whoa… slow your roll. Don’t make me sound controlling, I don’t care who you spend time with”

“Actually, you’re right, you can’t stand when I spend time with men who aren’t you… you act like you have to protect me from ever man who isn’t you”

“That’s not true”

“Then why can’t you ever find one good thing with any man I date?” I said

“Because, you deserve better”

“Oh, please that’s such a clique line”

“You are so fucking infuriating” he said

“Right back at you” I said

“You want the truth?” I just stared at him “I am trying to protect you from what I’m going through.”

“Bravo, you went and turned my heart break around on what you’re going through”

“Y/N…”

“Tom, I’m so sorry you’re going through a divorce. Ok. I’m so sorry, that you have to put Suri through this. I’m so sorry, that you didn’t get the happily ever after marriage we all dream of.” I sighed “But life happens. If I get divorced one day… then I get divorced I mean damn, it happens everyday. I can’t let the what if’s control my life. Neither can you”

“I just want to protect you” he said

“Well you can’t and I won’t let you”

“What does that mean?” he asked

“It means I quit”

“What?”

“You’re really going to throw away a 20 year friendship over this?”

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18 Years Ago

“I am so proud of you” I said wrapping my arms around his neck. We are sitting in the living room of his new apartment, watching his movie ‘The Outsiders’ I am smiling brightly “3 movies in 3 years…. not too shabby. I knew you would make it.”

“Y/N, what if this is all I ever get?”

“Please, you are going to make it big time movie star, i mean hell you’re already signed on for two more movies ‘Risky Business’ and ‘All The Right Moves’ I mean that’s a big deal Tom” he rolled his eyes “One day when you are traveling the world, you will think Y/N was right”

“You mean when we are traveling the world” I started laughing

“What?”

“You’re going with me”

“Tom, I can’t follow you are around the world while you film movies. I have a job here”

“A job you hate”

“None the less how will I make a living?”

“I’ll take care of you”

“Ok, Mr. Movie Star, you know better than anyone I am no free loader”

“You can be my assistant” he said

“Your assistant?” I asked

“Yeah. That way you can travel the world together… we can always look out for each other”

“Really?” I asked “You, always want me around?” I asked

“Of course, I do! This is going to sound cheesy, but I wouldn’t be complete without you” my breath hitched Since the day I met him I always wanted to hear Tom say something along the lines of ‘I Love You’ and that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten.

“Tom?”

“Please.” He said with puppy dog eyes “You know you would be lost without me” I chuckled

“I think you would be lost without me” I said

“I’d make it a week” he replied

“Oh, yeah?” he nodded “Where’s your wallet?” he quickly patted his pockets and started searching the room for it. “You left it on the bar after you paid the pizza guy” he groaned

“See, this is why I need you to be my assistant” he said “You always know everything I don’t” I rolled my eyes “Please” he said

“Ok fine” I looked at him “I need you to make me a promise” he nodded

“We will always be friends. No matter what” I said

“Always” he smiled brightly

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“Of course, not Tom, I’m quitting my job. I need a break from this”

“We promised to always be friends, always look out for each other… that’s all I was doing” he said

“Tom, please can we just take a break from this argument. I’m exhausted”

“No, my best friend. The only person who knows me, the real me EVERYTHING about me, wants to walk away”

“For fucks sake Tom, I’m not dropping our friendship. I just think I need a break from you. I think maybe getting a new job is a good idea”

“You want to know the truth?” he asked

“What?”

“The reason I am so picky over the men you date?” I watched his face change I could tell he really didn’t want to tell me what it is.

“Please Tom, just say whatever it is” I said completely physically, and mentally exhausted. I was surprised when he didn’t say anything, but walked over to me, and grabbed my face in his hands bringing our lips together.

I am completely shocked, I mean I’ve dreamed of this for years. It took me a few seconds to react, but kissing him was like being on cloud 9. I was lost in this kiss. When we broke apart , he rested his forehead against mine

“That’s why” he mumbled

“Tom?” I asked looking up at him

“The thought of you being with anyone, but me. Kills me” he mumbles “I’ve always loved you” he leaned down and placed a light kiss on my lips.

“Tom, I’ve loved you since we were in high school” I said running my fingers through his hair. Then he gently pushed me away

“But you deserve better than me” he said

“What?” I asked my heart suddenly breaking

“You heard me” he said sadly

“So that’s it? You tell me you love me… then say we can’t be together?”

“I’m sorry” he mumbled I walked over to the closet and grabbed my suit case and started stuffing it with clothes and personal items. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving. I’ll go to Katie’s house tonight… and I’ll figure something out after that”

“Y/N wait…”

“No, Tom. I’m leaving. I don’t think we can continue to have any kind of relationship after this. I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.

“Y/N please wait…” I heard him say as I walked out the front door.

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1 Year ago

“Tom are you ok?” I asked. He is sitting in his office leaned back into his chair

“My wife just told me she wants a divorce… not the best feeling in the world” he said “I guess it’s to be expected… neither one of us has been happy in years”

“You know Katie is hurting too” I said “She, loves you. She just…”

“Is not in love with me… that sounds like a line from a movie” he mumbled “I mean I don’t even know why I’m so shocked… we haven’t even slept in the same room in the last 4 months. I should have seen it coming”

“Tom”

“Fuck, what are we going to tell Suri” he said, he looked at the picture he had of his daughter on his desk.

“Tom, I think you and Katie just need to sit down and talk”

“We did… and she made it very clear she no longer wishes to be married to me”

“Tom, you barely let her get two words out, you didn’t let her explain. You just walked away. I mean she told me why, and I think you should listen”

“Did she meet someone else?”

“Of course not Tom. I think it’s something that you both knew have always known. She just finally decided to say it before you both ended up forever in a very unhappy marriage”

“What?”

“I’m not telling you. You need sit down and talk to her”

“Absolutely not”

“Tom”

“Y/N” he said in a mocking tone. I sighed, Tom was hurting but didn’t know how to say it. “Look I have a meeting, so I’m going to go” he said starting to walk out of his office, but I grabbed his arm

“Tom, I think you need a hug” I said, he sighed. I stood on my tip toes to wrap my arms around his neck, and we held each other tightly and then he mumbled something “What?”

“Please, promise to never leave me”

“I’ll always be here for you, Always” I said back

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“Y/N wait!” Tom yelled, as I walked to my car

“What?” I asked

“You promised to never leave me”

“I’m sorry for breaking that promise. I never wanted to break a promise to you, but I think it’s time we went our separate ways” I said before getting in my car, and driving off.

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[h-c-u]

I see forever in your eyes

Summary: Evolution of the relationship, ended with a bit of fluff in the end ;)

Pairing: Tom Cruise x fem!reader

W/C: 1.6k

Rating: PG | Age Gap

TWs: None

Dedication: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @malavera :) Something in a conversation with her gave the idea for the last few paragraphs, and the rest kind of materialised out of it's own free will.

A/N: I don't usually write RPFs, so it's a bit new for me, but I like the challenge :)

Masterlist | List of tags | Dandelions - Ruth B.

Being engaged to a movie star had its ups and downs.

Even though Tom did everything in his power to keep as much of your private life, well... private, he couldn't stop the press and paparazzi from trying to squeeze anything and everything they possibly could from the crumbs that he didn't manage to hide. And honestly... you didn't care. As long as you had him with you all the crazy theories and speculations didn't matter, and even more - few of them were actually funny. There was one that said that he literally bought you when he was visiting a 3rd world country... And another that said that you hypnotized him with your super-psychology powers, because how else you could have landed one of the most recognizable celebrities?

It didn't help that you were so much younger than him, which only fed them more... There were caricatures of him as a grandpa and you as a baby, sworn testimonies from people neither of you knew that he groomed you when you were still underage, and your personal favorite - a couple who pretended to be your parents, trying to convince the police and press that Tom kidnapped and brainwashed you, is abusing you and that they just want their little girl back home. As if you weren't almost 30. And you actually had to entertain the last idea for a bit, because even though there was no relationship between you and the crazy couple, you and Tom were still placed under observation for a week.

Sure, it wasn't the easiest, and you hated seeing Tom get angry at every ridiculous rumor. But one gentle touch from you was enough for all that negativity to disappear, and you loved watching him instantly relax just because you placed your hand on his shoulder. Or cupped his face. Or placed a soft kiss on the top of his head...

With time both of you learned that it was actually better for you to be in a public eye right next to him. The press couldn't say that he was abusing you if you were seen in a backless dress with slits up your thighs and there were no visible bruises. They couldn't accuse him of grooming you when you look nothing like the child they painted you to be. Sure, there still were wild theories, but not as aggressive as at the beginning, when there were only a few blurred pictures of you two together. And there were more and more articles talking about how much you loved each other with pictures of him looking at you with that relaxed expression, when you were holding hands, or when he was kissing your hand while someone managed to snatch a picture.

He wanted to take you with him to work, but that wasn't something that you wanted to do every day. Sure, you could fly with him whenever he was leaving the country and occasionally visit the set to meet his friends and co-stars, but you much rather focus on doing something else.

Since you had a Ph.D. in developmental psychology, you weren't exactly able to find a job in your field, and it was weighing on you, because you've spent so much time studying and doing research in a field you were deeply passionate about, only to have to choose between it and the man you loved. Because there was no chance that you would risk files of your patients being leaked to the press, which was a real possibility if you started working as a therapist while being engaged (and soon to be married) to one Mr. Tom Cruise. He would have never asked you to choose though, and it was a burden you were carrying alone because you didn't want to worry him.

But even if he didn't know exactly why he knew that something was wrong... So he helped you find something that you could do while he was on set, which was charity work. And of course, the press jumped on that with headlines like "Tom Cruise's latest fling gets HER way with HIS money". It didn't matter that you never touched his fortune... And instead of focusing on collecting money, you were finding local companies who were willing to donate their time or products to communities they were already close to. It was much easier than you first assumed because your name was linked with your fiancee's in every google search, and you were basically promoting those companies just by association.

And when you eventually started giving interviews to get ahead of any nasty rumors, there was a lot of venom from your interviewers. But because you basically had a degree from human behavior, it didn't take you long to understand what exactly most of them were after, and you were skilfully flipping the script in your favor, using their own words against them, to the point that few articles accused you of demanding the questions before the interview. You were happy to prove them wrong again and again. It was fun, dueling people who started with pure resentment towards you and ended up supporting your cause.

And as it turned out, you had a knack for it.

Eventually, the word about your agenda carried and you had to hire people to help you manage all the companies that wanted to join your cause, and only after four months you were running a full-blown non-profit, that matched companies willing to donate surplus of their products to people who needed it most. And it grew more and more every week to the point, when finally when you were out with Tom, you were asked about something other than who you were wearing, and what it was like being with such a famous actor.

And he was your number one cheerleader. Not only by praising you in every interview he did, but also by including you in the conversation, and encouraging you to talk about your latest projects. Logically you knew that you wouldn't be able to grow as much that quickly without his name associated with yours, even if he was purposefully staying away from the charity, not wanting to take the light that was shining brightly on you.

It took a while, but the venom slowly disappeared from the headlines, replaced by your latest pictures full of affection and speculation if you had already gotten married, and if not - was the date set up.

And now you were standing in front of the venue where there was another award afterparty, you were mostly alone in the area where you were supposed to wait for your turn in front of all the cameras, with only a few other people, who - if you were completely honest - you didn't recognize. You still had a few minutes without all the flashes and millions of questions. He was holding your hand in his, with your fingers intertwined, and just looked at you. In his eyes you were the most beautiful creature on this planet, nothing could even compare. You eventually gently put your head on his shoulder, stealing a moment of intimacy from all the reporters. You were careful not to transfer any makeup to his grey suit, even though you knew he didn't care.

With Tom so close, and a subtle scent of his cologne surrounding you, it was extremely easy to forget that showing up here tonight was more of an obligation than an actual date. And as if someone somewhere heard your thoughts, speakers started playing one of your favorite songs, Dandelions, which you started humming with a giant smile on your face. And as soon as Tom realized what was happening, he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and changed the way he was holding your hand, so he was able to twirl you, and you immediately followed his lead, because at this point no words were necessary to communicate. You came back to him with another twirl, and he was already waiting for you, ready to put his hand on your shoulder blade, and as soon as he did that, you put yours on his shoulder, and off you went.

It was extremely easy to slip into the steps of the waltz you were following so many times in the privacy of your home, far from any prying eyes. And it wasn't a complicated choreography, but with your flowy dress, every twirl, every turn, every switch looked magnificent. You let Tom lead, and you closed your eyes, imagining that you were far away from here, letting him steer you away from anyone who was waiting for their turn to go to the red carpet. 

Every move either of you made was meant to compliment the other person... He was your ornate frame, and you were the painting within it... And together you were a masterpiece. You opened your eyes again, just to catch him doing the same, and you couldn't stop the giant smile climbing onto your face. It was so easy to forget why you were here, with his beautiful green eyes so intensely focused on yours, because everything else faded when you were together, and you hoped that this would never change.

But eventually, someone loudly said his and your name, calling you to the red carpet, and one look from Tom told you exactly what he planned to do, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud, and let him lead you, still waltzing, to the red carpet, giving reporters a small glimpse into your real life. You were immediately attacked with a cacophony of screams and flashes, but none of that mattered. Right now there was only him and you, twirling your way to the center of the carpet. Because you were focused on only one point in space, you didn't even get dizzy when you finally stopped.

He let your waist go and placed a small kiss on your hand, and pulled you closer, so both of you could take your rehearsed, photograph-worthy poses, and come back to reality. 

P.S.: For the choreography I thought about something like this set of course to this song The tempo is really similar, so you can open both at the same time and mute the dance video while the song will play in the background :)

[lovesickmermaid]

Sunday Kind of Love || Tom Cruise 18+

Summary: Your husband has to work on a Sunday, but luckily for you, you're good at distractions.

Pairing: Tom Cruise x female!reader

It was a bright Sunday morning when the light peeked in through the wall of windows on the far side of your bedroom. You rolled over squinting your eyes at the sun’s rays. The curtains were open. He’s awake you smiled to yourself before stretching and shifting to a better spot in the California king bed. Why was his side always the comfiest? The smell of his cologne still lingered in the room from the morning. You shifted your head so that the bathroom was in your view and you envisioned the heavenly sight of your husband getting ready before walking out to kiss your head and starting his day downstairs. You chuckled to yourself before willing yourself into an upright position. Those thoughts alone were enough to get you out of bed and craving his touch.

You made your way down the stairs and heard his voice faintly in the office at the furthest corner of the two story condo. He was always so considerate not to wake you and he knew you liked to sleep in. Even though his work demanded more of his time than he liked, he always did what he could to keep you happy. 

Rubbing the sides of your arms, you attempted to warm yourself up as you made your way to the doorway of his office. Tom looked up from his desk, “we just need to make a few adjustments to the score and the movie should be ready for post-production” he smiled and winked in your direction before returning to his phone call, “yes, I’m sure. Just look at the notes I sent over and get back to me when it’s finished.” You made your way to the back of his chair and let your arms slide down around either side of his neck, resting your hands on his chest. You kissed the top of Tom’s head then turned and walked towards the office window, while he ended his phone call, “uh-huh… yes I look forward to hearing from you… you too, bye.” Tom sighed as he put his phone down on the desk. “Good morning, sweetheart. I’m sorry if I woke you.” He swiveled in his chair to face you. Rubbing his eyes in frustration, you turn to him, “you didn’t wake me, I just figured it might be time to wake up and make something of the day… Paramount giving you problems again?” you ask as you approach your husband now slumped down in his chair. “Always” he responds. He motions for you to come just a little closer, and as you fill the gap between the two of you, he wraps his arms around your waist and brings his head to rest on your stomach, letting out yet another relieving sigh. 

“I wish I could spend the day with you, but I’m afraid I have more work to do,” he said, lifting his head to look at you. You had a weak spot for those sad, evergreen eyes. Before you could answer, Tom’s phone began to ring. “See?” he said, rolling his eyes and moving towards his desk once more. The ringing stopped. “This is Tom,” he answered. As Tom continued to speak, your mind began to wander. The thought of everyone needing your husband’s attention started a fire in you, and there was only one way to put it out. 

“Mhmm… well I told them not to book it yet…" you walked to the front of Tom's desk, making sure that he was watching you before removing the tank top and pajama shorts from your body. "Huh? Yes, yes, I'm still here…" Tom motioned for you to stop while smiling. He was always a terrible liar. You bit your bottom lip as you played with the top of your panties, teasing him just enough, before completely removing them. Tom shifted in his seat. 

"Yes, I'll make a note of that…" you slinked up behind your husband, kissing from his ear lobes down to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as your lips moved. You could hear the other person speaking to Tom on the phone, but was he really listening? You swiftly spun his chair around and finished unbuttoning his shirt before climbing into his lap and running your hands around his torso. Tom's hand covered the phone, what are you doing? He mouthed. You licked your lips before kissing him from his neck down his chest all while fumbling with the button of his trousers. You made direct eye contact with Tom as you unzipped them revealing his hardening cock in his boxers. His eyes fluttered as he felt you removing both of his bottom layers. 

"Well the sooner we can start filming the bet-" Tom was cut off by the feeling of his length being taken into your mouth. Tom clears his throat, "better… excuse me." You smiled as you stood up from teasing your husband. You straddled your husband before slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. Placing both arms around Tom's neck you began working his length, up and down, up and down, up and down. "Yeeeaahhh, that sounds g- uh good" your husband tried his hardest to hold back his moan, but there was no hiding it. You were just that good. Tom leaned back in his chair watching as you rode him. There was no point in trying to stop you now. His head fell backwards as you took his free hand and brought it up to your breasts. "Mhmmmm, I tho- ught the sa- ame thing," Tom bit his bottom lip trying to form sentences as he watched your tits bounce in his hand. "Listen, I'll call you ba- ack… uh huh… ok… you too" Tom threw his phone onto his desk as he picked you up and moved you on top of it. His arms holding himself up on either side of you he began pounding away, kissing down your neck. "You think you're funny, huh?" he asked watching your smile slowly form as he fucked you. Taking your hand behind his head you pulled him on top of you, wrapping your legs around him so that his length could fall deeper into you. As he moaned in your ear, you took small strands of his hair between your fingers, pulling just enough until both of you came at the same time. 

Breathing heavily Tom lifted himself off of you, kissing you softly on the lips. "Maybe Sundays at work aren't so bad after all", he said smiling and laughing into your mouth. "Maybe so", you agreed with a sly little wink. He picked you up off the table and helped you get dressed. "I'll send you an invite for my next meeting", he said buttoning his pants. "I look forward to it", you said before leaving his office and entering the kitchen.  "Alexa, play Sunday Kind of Love" Tom looked up from his desk, watching as you spun around the kitchen in your underwear and his button up. His daydream was interrupted by his phone ringing once again. "I want a Sunday kind of love… a love to last…" "Hi, this is Tom…"

[mrs-hats]

Thirty Minutes (Tom Cruise)

TW- some saucy dialogue and innuendos; some hot vampire moments ™️

Summary- You're making last-minute preparations for the Halloween gathering that you and Tom are hosting. Since you have a tendency to go overboard with these kinds of events, Tom has to remind you to have some fun.

Y'all gave me the go-ahead to post an autumn-themed one-shot in June, and who am I to deny the voice of the people? 😆 But, in honor of the fact that I've already bought my first autumn decorations of the year, here ya go and there will definitely be more where this came from 🙃

To commemorate the upcoming Halloween and bring some life into the spacious Colorado house, Y/N had suggested to and pleaded with Tom to host a Halloween party.

Tom wasn’t as enthusiastic about the idea- not because he didn’t think it would be fun to catch up with friends for a few hours, but because he knew Y/N’s tendency to get way too wrapped up in projects like this. Events that were supposed to be lowkey could quickly turn into absolute ordeals that occupied her every thought. Then, each time, she would inevitably get overstressed, and Tom had to talk her down and provide copious amounts of Advil and tea.

He knew it was probably just the production designer in her that wanted everything to be aesthetically pleasing; his motivation and risk-taking as an actor also frequently emerged in real life. Still. He would be just as happy skipping it all for a quiet, romantic evening with Y/N alone.

He loved his wife.

And because he loved his wife, here he was, studying his costumed reflection in the bathroom mirror, outfitted in a black button-up shirt, vest and pants with a silver cross hanging by a red ribbon. His face was covered in a faint dusting of white powder, and a small amount of fake blood stained one corner of his mouth.

He opened his mouth and made a face at himself in the mirror, revealing a pair of fangs, and then shrugged, resigned to his fate. After “Interview with the Vampire,” he figured that would have been the end of his time in plastic fangs and red corn syrup. But he figured that, since he was all decked out, he might as well have some fun with it.

Tom crossed from the bathroom mirror, dotted with leaf and pumpkin-shaped window clings, into the hallway, where the accent table was decorated with an arrangement of festive knickknacks. Y/N was in the kitchen, in the middle of crafting a pumpkin pie for their guests.

He treaded silently to the kitchen entryway, watching from around the corner as she worked intently on shaping the crust. She too was sporting an elaborate vampire look, in a form-fitting black mini dress, red capelet, white powder, and dark red lips with fake blood dripping from the corners. Tom enjoyed admiring this outfit, to say the least, and for a few moments he just watched her work.

But then, he crept up behind Y/N and lunged at her with a roar, throwing his arms around her. She jumped and screamed, hands flying from the pie crust up to Tom’s arms that were looped around her shoulders. As soon as she realized it was him, she stopped screaming but continued to struggle against him.

“Fuck, Tom! You almost ruined the pie,” she said irritably. It was too close to the long-awaited party for her to put up with any kind of shenanigans.

The pie was especially important to her- she wanted it to be perfectly smooth and still warm from the oven when their guests arrived, so she was cutting it close time-wise with less than an hour to go. But Tom was not to be dismissed; he was determined to remind Y/N that this was all supposed to be fun.

“Didn’t Ashlee say she would bring a storebought pie?” he murmured, playfully swaying the two of them back and forth.

“I will purposely crash my own car before I serve a storebought pie to my guests…”

Tom chuckled and shook his head. His wife truly was an all-or-nothing kind of person, just like him. He dipped his head and brushed his fangs across her neck.

“Tom…” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “Later, okay? I really have to hurry. Please?” She craned her head to glance back at him flirtatiously.

“How long does this thing bake for?” he inquired, gesturing to the pie dish in front of them.

“About an hour. Why?”

“An hour?” Tom exclaimed, bewildered. “Baby, we’ve pulled fast ones before that were, like, fifteen minutes...”

“I have to finish hanging the spiderwebs while the pie is baking,” Y/N pouted.

“Later?” he gazed at her hopefully and she nodded.

“Now, down, boy,” she whispered, kissing him on the nose, and his face broke into a boyish grin. “You’re going to ruin both of our makeup.”

As he let go of her and circled to the opposite side of the counter, she added “Y’know, you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe not, but I can still make you scream.”

Y/N turned bright red as she tried to return her attention to the pie crust. “If you keep hanging around here, I’m going to make you help with the cooking.” She was trying so hard to look and sound serious and keep her voice from wavering into a giggle.

“Oh, I mean…” Tom was about to reply when a thought occurred to him. “Wait, now, hear me out on this… what if I hang the spiderwebs while you’re wrapping this up… I mean, that would give us at least… thirty minutes?” He shrugged, tilting his head, not breaking their intense eye contact all the while.

After some thoughtful contemplation, Y/N decided that this was indeed a good way to kill two birds with one stone- and who was she to stand in the way of efficiency and productivity? She flashed Tom a knowing smirk, giving him all the confirmation he needed to head in the direction of the living room and the bags of fake spiderwebs.

“Now, if I come in there and you just threw them all around…” she warned. “Don’t make me regret inviting you to participate in my creative process!”

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice sounded from the other room, slightly muffled by laughter, and she grinned to herself. She had never finished shaping a pie crust so quickly.

[mrs-hats]

Flipped (Tom Cruise)

TW- n/a

Summary- Tom's daughter keeps him company from her playpen while he cooks dinner.

Just a smol little idea I had that I had to put into existence :)

It was a regular evening at the Colorado house; Y/N was holed up in her office conducting an impromptu business phone call while Tom got a head start on dinner preparations. The baby, Indie, kept him company nearby in her playpen- between chewing on her sleeve and crawling laps around the pen’s perimeter, she watched her father with interest.

“Y’know, a captive audience is the best kind of audience,” Tom spoke to her as he ignited the stove, placing a pan of meats and vegetables over the flame.

He reached for a wooden spoon, but before stirring the ingredients, attempted to toss the spoon into the air and catch it. As it fell to the floor with a thud, he shot a glance down the hallway and listened for Y/N’s voice, but it appeared she hadn’t heard. Spoon in hand again, he returned his attention to the baby, raising his other hand to his lips in a shushing gesture.

“Now, this stays between us. If your mother finds out, she’ll laugh at me,” he grinned. “And I might lose my kitchen privileges. Technically, it was her fault because she distracted me, but the last time she saw me trying to be fancy I may have sliced my hand open… and we don’t need to open Pandora’s box again, ok?”

At that moment, Indie let out a loud squeal and Tom threw up his hands in defeat.

“Remind me never to plan a heist with you.”

Turning to the assortment of spice bottles he had gathered earlier, he said in an exaggerated, pretend female voice: “If you can’t grow, harvest, and dehydrate all of your own spices, store-bought is fine.” Indie laughed, feeding into his theatrics. “Now, I used to be really good at this. We’re gonna try again.”

He flipped each spice bottle in the air, from one hand to the other, as he added it to the pan. Despite a couple of near-misses, this second attempt produced no casualties, and he chuckled to himself: “The old man’s still got it.”

The baby continued to laugh until she drooled.

“You see, I was in a movie once where I played a bartender, and…” He cringed as he began to recall the details of the movie, particularly the sexually charged elements. “Yeah, you’re not going to watch that. Ever.”