MultiPhandomMess

Hey! I’m Ray and I use any pronouns. I’m a gender-fluid lesbian who writes for whoever I’m obsessed with at the time. Requests are Closed

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Ray / Multiphandommess’s Masterlist

Who I Write For

Poetry Masterlist

Stella Carlin 

New Beginnings (And Burgers)

Charlie Cale

There’s No Ace In Detective

Nothing Good On The Radio

Jaxx Herd

Exams And Fish Tacos

Kate Kane

Heart-Shaped Batarangs (Finished) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Nicky Nichols

Hospital Visits

Help Leads To Something More - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Victoria De Angelis

Meeting For The First Time - Part 1

Harlivy 

Good Morning To You

Natasha Lyonne

Trouble In Paradise

Grievances

Anxious

Jealous

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Poetry Masterlist

Note: Some poems have names, some don't. All will have a number on this masterlist and I will add names if I come up with them.

#1

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#3

#4

#5

#6

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# 6

She’s stunning as she walks in. I feel so out of place. She’s all I can see, like a cheesy scene in a romance movie. Tall, athletic, and beautiful as hell. But I’m terrified. She’s so much cooler than me. I want to know her name, her number, her story. Where she lives, what she does, how she is. But all I muster up the courage to do is stare, stand close to her, and overhear her name, too terrified to ask her myself. She looks at me. I look back. She lifts her shirt to wipe her face right in front of me and I feel like I’ve seen Aphrodite’s pupil. I feel bad about it, like I can’t walk into a room without spotting a beautiful woman and taking a liking to her quickly. 61…the number they gave her for the day. I know not her full name, I know nothing of her, but 61 is tattooed on my brain. I would say “God help me”…but I’m not sure I want to be helped.

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#5

I will continue to love who I love, the woman I fell for. You don’t need to support it. All I ask is that you respect it. Understand where I’m coming from. My love is no different than yours. It just is. 

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# 4

I’m not sorry for loving her. I’m not sorry for having her in my mind 24/7. I’m not sorry for having her face between my thighs. And I’m certainly not sorry for trusting her as I do. She is my woman, my love, my everything. She is my light. And no one should ever be ashamed to turn on the light.

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# 3

She worships God; I worship her. I cannot say that I am jealous. If God is anything like she is to me, I understand why she would kneel for him. Hell, she already has me on my knees. She fills my mind. Everything I have, she has left her mark on. My clothes smell like her, my bed the same. Her handwriting on the corners of my papers. Her marks on my skin. They all tell a story. The story of a fool, helplessly in love. I’d gladly accept the title of fool and wear is proudly so long as she looks at me that way once more. The cross necklace, a testament of her devotion to the Lord, only comes off when her worship shifts temporarily from God to me in the late nights spent tangled in our sheets.

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# 2 - A Woman, Not A Man

The love of my life will always be a woman. It will always be a ‘she’, not a ‘he’. It will always be a pretty girl over a handsome man. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just because I would rather stand at the side of a woman, her arm wrapped around my waist as she gladly and proudly shows me to the world as hers, doesn’t mean that that love, that connection, isn’t just as real as a man and a woman. It doesn’t mean that I dislike my life because of it. Goddamn it, my love for women is just as pure, as hopeful, as generous, and abundant as a straight man’s for a woman and a straight woman’s for a man. Why would I want to be with a man when I can melt into a woman’s arms, those arms that make up my home?

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# 1 - My Wish To Worship At Your Altar

You are the altar at which I wish to worship. You are my religion, your body is my faith. Your soul is by what I live and love. You fill my senses, overtake my mind, feed my soul. You are mine, my goddess, my girl. You are what I wish to worship on my deathbed. I do not follow the Bible, I follow the words the lines on your skin make. There is no pope, no cardinal, only carnal desire. I would walk through Tartarus and back solely to kneel in front of you for 5 minutes. Do not question my devotion; you are the only deity I wish to know. Those marks on your skin are my holy book. That smile on your face, my holy grail. Together we write our own story, the marks on your skin that make up my universe and the marks I leave that complete the stars. That is what fills those pages. No way that Sappho spoke of Aphrodite covers how I speak of you. Words were my solace…, but then you replaced that. Now I find my comfort, my love, my religion in the crooks of your body. From when I met you, I knew that you were sculpted as well as Michelangelo’s David, as well as the Pieta. Our story is written better than the Odyssey or the Iliad, it outranks the Aenum. Your body tells your story, a story so rich and complex that even historians will spend the next century attempting to decipher it. My goddess, I have waited and will wait for my ability to worship you. I do crave your body, I crave it against mine, I crave kissing every inch of your battle-scarred form. You face hardship and adversity daily, I wish that you come home to me, allowing me to worship you for hours until your stress melts away. I hope to worship at your altar for the rest of my mortal days. 

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Should I start posting some of my poetry?

Yes

Hell No

Voting ended onAug 18, 2024

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Inanimate Anger

Requested by- @wosoobsessed

Request - Hiya ,when you get a chance would you be able to do a Natasha fic based on this video . https://youtu.be/aKEL1xiCWvQ?si=mXwOUTd0w9wm93Lc towards the end when she talks about like how angry she gets about like not being able to find a shoe🤣🤣🤣 I thought this would be funny if there was a fic based of the reader and Nat having an argument about Natasha blaming the reader for not being able to find her shoe before they go to dinner. And maybe it’s their oitnb cast wrap dinner so when they get there they are both like ignoring eachother cus they’re pissed off and then one of the cast members is drunk realises and interigates them about it. And then finally they make up and Natasha admits it was stupid to start an argument over a shoe and then the next day they are doing press and Nat talks about that argument while the reader is in the room. And the interviewer finds it really funny. so instead of Nat and the reader crying about it they laugh about it later on In bee 🤣🤣🤣

If you wanna get staticky to the part I’m thinking about skip to 18.55 cus it’s a pretty long interview I don’t wanna waste ur time 😂😂😂. Thank you tho !!

“YOU FUCKING PRICK!” was the first thing Natasha had said to me as I walked into her apartment to pick her up to go to the OITNB season 3 wrap cast-only dinner. We had been dating for about 6 months and I was baffled. Natasha had never yelled at me before and I was concerned, “Baby? What is wrong?” She was stomping around her apartment angrily, “Why the FUCK did you take my goddamn shoe?!” “What? Baby-” “Don’t call me that! You don’t deserve it, shoe thief! Fuck you!” She cut me off. “Natasha, we don’t wear the same shoe size. Besides, I just got here. What shoe are you looking for?” I replied, a bit concerned for my girlfriend. “My fucking boots! The black ones!” She said, continuing on her rampage. “The ones you wore when we went out for drinks with Laura and her husband, Ben? When we all got wine drunk? Maybe you just put them somewhere else-” “No! You fucking took them!” She said, cutting me off again. “Fuck you, Nat. I'm waiting in the fucking car. I hope you find your goddamn shoe in time,” I said. I was angry that she kept cutting me off, so I walked back down to my car, slamming the door to both her apartment and my car. 

10 minutes later, she got in my car. We drove in silence as we were both still pissed. We got to the restaurant and walked in, refusing to hold hands or any other physical contact. All of our fellow cast members were shocked, we were always touching in some way because my love language is physical touch. However, none of them said anything. As the dinner went on, we ignored each other and refused to talk to each other. Eventually, we all got drunk and Taylor was drunkenly rambling when she turned to us, “So, why are y’all pissy?” I looked up, “What?” She elaborated, “You guys are angry. You two won’t even look in each other's direction. And you guys typically steal each other's food or take sips of each other's drinks and yet, y’all have done none of that.” We were both speechless. “Um…” I started. “They took my shoes.” Nat finished. “No, I didn’t! Why would I even do that?!” I said. “B-because…w-well…” Nat said. “Exactly! I didn’t do shit! And you found them, did you not?” I said. “...fine, I lost my shoes, you didn’t do anything.” She admitted

A few weeks later, me and Natasha were at an interview. It was just her but she wanted me to come with her for moral support. I was sitting behind the camera and listening as I went over a script I had. They started to talk about mood swings and things that piss her off as she was clean from her addictions. This caught my attention. I stopped what I was doing and listened to what she said…and I nearly fell over laughing. I had to hold my hand over my mouth and leave the room as she began talking about her anger with inanimate objects and how she blamed it on other people. I stayed outside of the room until the interview was over because I was wheezing from laughing so hard. When she walked out, she saw the tears in my eyes and the fact I was still laughing. “Baby, are you ok?!” She asked, laughing as well. “I had no idea that that was just something you did!” I said, crouching on the floor with laughter. “I’m sorry, I should have let you know,” She said, pulling me off of the floor. I hugged her and pressed a short kiss to her lips, “It’s fine, just let me know next time you feel anger towards inanimate objects.”

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Hiya could you please do a nicky nichols fic based on season 4 episode 11 where she has relapsed and is going through withdrawal. And the reader and Nicky are togther and the reader helps nicky through it like pennstucky does and by like gives her a bowl while she vomits and cuddles her and comforts her while nicky is being sick and crying. And nicky is just profusely apologising to reader because she promised she was clean and the reader comforts her and holds her while she cries and tells her it’s okay. Thank you!!!

Hi, I'm sorry, I don't feel comfortable writing vomit

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Hello there, how are you? So I want to request but I don't know if you write headcanons cause I wanna request something like how would be being in a relationship with Jaxx Herd

Jaxx Herd HC’s

Jaxx was SO excited when they got the news to work on the Mana One. The very next day, they started sketching ideas. They showed you every single one enthusiastically

Jaxx LOVES to have you sit between their legs. It’s not even sitting on their lap, specifically between legs

When they asked you out, they were a little nervous but they were mostly confident 

They care A LOT about their hair. Like if you mess it up on purpose, they straight up won’t talk to you until you pay them back with hugs and kisses

Jaxx hates mornings and would rather stay up late

Jaxx will make you drunk-watch horror movies with them 

Jaxx will make you wear their beanies and jackets

One time you stole their sunglasses and they chased you down and hugged you to steal them back

You and Jaxx go and get tattoos together all the time

Truly living by “Don’t Be Sad, Go Get A Tattoo”

Jaxx is typically the big spoon however their favorite way to sleep is with you as a weighted blanket

Sorry this is so short, I ran out of ideas-

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Quick question, will you write for Calamity from Pitch Perfect 3? Cause I can't stop thinking about her and I haven't found any stories I'm so sad

I don't, I'm sorry! I haven't seen it so I wouldn't write her well

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Jealous

Requested by - @lolapeirce241

Request - thank you. Could you do something where they go for dinner with their friends and one of their friends starts flirting with the reader? and the reader tries to shut it down immediately but Natasha gets upset maybe when they get into the car Natasha starts shouting at the reader and this causes a massive argument between them. and then when they get home the reader starts packing a bag and storms out to stay with her sister. Natasha struggles without her so when the reader comes home Nat breaks down in tears because she's scared of losing her the reader comforts her and they apologize to each other. sorry this is so long, thank you!

A/N - Sorry this is a little short! I hope you enjoy it!

I could not have predicted how this night would go. It started calm but ended in a mess. We were at a bar. We had gone out with friends after a bunch of us got a bunch of new projects. We were all at least tipsy, a lot of our friends were considerably drunk. Most notably, my friend Sam. They had asked me out before I met Natasha but I turned them down. I know that they got upset because me and Nat had started dating quickly after I turned them down. Despite this, they have never been malicious to me Nat…or at least where we could see or hear it. Sam was drunk off their ass and was starting to make advances on me. “Hey, pretty baby,” Sam slurred. “Hi, Sam. Please stop calling me that,” I replied, turning them down. “Come on, don’t be a prude! Give Sammy a kiss~” They slurred again. “I’m not a prude, I am in a relationship. I will not cheat on someone I love because you are horny,” I said, however, this did not persuade them. I could tell that Natasha was angry. Her hand was possessively on my thigh and she was glaring at Sam who was too drunk to realize. “But you could be with me, not that whore,” They slurred once more. This sent me over the edge, I punched my *now* ex-friend, breaking their nose, “Don’t fucking say that about her!” Natasha was shocked but dragged me out of there. As soon as we left, she started yelling, “Just a friend, huh?! Sam doesn’t like you anymore, huh?! What the fuck?! How the hell are you so naive?!” “What the hell, Nat?!” I yelled back, “Do you think I wanted that?! I just punched someone! How the hell does that translate to me wanting that?!” “GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, NOW!” She screamed. I was shocked. I had a lot of yelling a screaming trauma that I had been working through, but using that sentence, one that brought me back to my version of hell on earth, was my final straw. I got in, slammed the door, and put my headphones on to block her out. She rolled her eyes and got in after me. After a tense, angry car ride home, I stormed in and started packing a bag. I was sad, tipsy, and stuck in a bad headspace, a match made in hell. I tried to pack quickly but the tears streaming down my face were hard to see through. Natasha walked in to yell again when she saw what I was doing, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” “I’M GOING TO STAY WITH AMY!” I yelled, slipping my last things into my bag, before walking out of the room. She was angry, “FINE! GO STAY WITH HER! WHY DON’T YOU GO SEE SAM WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!” “SO YOU’RE GOING THAT LOW?!” I yelled, opening the front door, and slamming it on my way out. 

It had been a rough few days. I had collapsed into my sister's arms that night and she let me stay with her. Her fiance was away for the week so her full attention was on me and making me feel better. After 3 days, I returned to my apartment and I was shocked at what I saw. Natasha was passed out on the couch, with bags under her eyes, surrounded by fast food wrappers and random cups. I felt really bad and started to clean up her mess. When her eyes finally opened, I was doing the dishes, and she was shocked. “Baby?” She asked before slamming her body into mine, “Please don't leave again! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have said those things. I trust you, I promise, I just don’t trust others, and I can’t live without you! Please let me make it up to you!” I was shocked at her desperation, “Honey, couples fight. It’s healthy and I won’t leave you after a small thing like this. I promise.” I pulled her into a big hug and held her close, “I’m not going anywhere, Nat. I mean it. I love you, there’s no need to be jealous.”

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Anxious

Requested by @lolapeirce241

Request - hi, hun I just read the last one you posted so could you maybe do a part two too where the reader maybe starts having separation anxiety with Nat and has panic attacks bc she thinks something going to happen to her like what happened to her mum? It's okay if not but I just think more awareness should be put on separation anxiety in adults thank you.

I was convinced that this was going to be the death of me. Okay, I might be a little dramatic sometimes, but this was different. When my mother passed, I developed separation anxiety. Because I lost her so unexpectedly, my anxiety has latched onto losing people. Currently, Natasha is at an event in another state and my heart rate won’t go down. I have gotten multiple notifications from my watch warning me that my heart rate is too high, however, I can’t find the motivation to get my anxiety medicine on the kitchen counter. I can’t seem to get out of my head long enough to know how much time has passed. whether I’ve been texted, or anything that wasn’t in my thoughts. When I learned that she had to fly, all of the plane crash statistics flew into my head. Even though I know that the chances are small, it doesn’t convince my mind. Images of her plane crashing, her getting kidnapped, her Uber crashing, a fire happening in her hotel, and anything else that can hurt a human being keep flashing in my mind. Even when she goes somewhere else in New York without me, my anxiety goes nuts. I’ve been having a hard time adjusting to this new normal of being utterly unable to do ANYTHING when she is not with me. Natasha wasn’t entirely aware of the extent of my anxiety. She called me before and after her flight, when she got to the hotel, and when she left for the event, but my mind still wouldn’t calm down. Nothing seems to fix it, and I don’t know what to do. This is the first time that she has been out of state since my mother’s passing. I watched the event on television so that I would know when it would most likely be over, however, hours passed and she still didn’t text. After 2 hours of waiting, I finally broke down. 

My panic attack didn’t start as one. It started as frantic texting and calling. That shifted into pacing and heavy breathing. That’s when I first called my sister. I was freaking out to her and she offered to come over and comfort me. However, when she got to my apartment, I was rocking in the corner, hyperventilating. My sister rushed over and after getting me calm enough so that I wasn’t going to pass out, she called Natasha. I only heard snippets of my sister’s side of the conversation, however, I wouldn’t want to be Nat on the other side of the phone. After she got off the phone, my sister led me to the couch and sat with me as we watched my comfort show. I laid my head on her shoulder before asking, “Sis? Why didn’t she call?”

“Oh, honey. She said she forgot. She had a few drinks and wasn’t used to texting you so much, so she forgot. She apologized and is on her way here. She got an emergency flight from LA and she went back to the hotel and packed. She should be on her way to LAX.” She replied, rubbing my shoulder. I only nodded, taking in the information. I ended up falling asleep on her shoulder.

I woke up on a chest, the person's arm on my waist. I looked up and saw Natasha playing a game on her phone before she put it down and smiled at me. “Mmm, hi Natty. How are you?”

“I suppose I should be asking you that. How are you feeling? I wanted to apologize as well, but I want to know how you are doing first” Natasha said. 

“Well, I’m okay, but you don't need to apologize bub. You didn’t do anything wrong. You just forgot,” I replied.

“Yes, I do. Just because it was on accident, it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt you. I’ve been trying to get better at checking in with you and doing what I can to relieve your anxiety. But, I made a mistake last night and I want you to know that I will try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. You have helped me with my mental health and I want to do that for you. So, I got you a couple of things. I know you’re going to say that you don’t need it, but I think you do so I got you things,” Nat said, before reaching over and pulling things from off the floor. She handed me a teddy bear, a bouquet of roses, a box of candy, a bag of chips, and some of my other favorite snacks. I instantly melted. Finally, she pulled one more thing out, “I know that this person is someone you watch a lot on YouTube, and when I saw that they were selling a plushie, I knew you needed one. It came in yesterday and I knew that this was the best time to give it to you.”

I almost cried, “Baby?! You didn’t have to! But I love it! Thank you, my love” I leaned up, kissed her cheek, and hugged her. She pulled me in and gave me a proper kiss. 

“I know that you’re still getting used to your anxiety and that we will have ups and downs, but know that I will be with you every step of the way, babe. I love you, and of course when you’re anxious”

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Grievances

Requested by @wosoobsessed

Request - Hi, would you maybe be able to do a bit of an angsty one with Natasha? I lost my mum earlier this year. So maybe the reader's mum passes away and Natasha is just the best partner and comforts her through the Journey of her grief and like holds her while she cries. And goes with her to the funeral. Sorry if this is too sad you don’t have to do it I 100% understand if this isn’t the stuff you would want to write 😂😂But thank you anyway!!

I sat there in shock. I got the phone call everyone dreads, the call from someone letting you know a loved one has passed. My mother, a kind and funny woman, had passed on earlier today, and after getting a call from my sister, my world was crushed. The tears hadn’t set in yet, I was still processing the words that I had been told. Natasha was wrapping up filming for Poker Face season 1 in upstate New York. I wanted to text her, ask her to come back to the apartment with a bottle of liquor and a box of tissues, and fall into her arms. However, I felt bad doing that. It was only 10 a.m. and she had left at 7. This meant that there was most likely a 12-hour shoot day today and that she wouldn’t be home until 11 or midnight. So, I did the next best thing, I drove to the store, got some booze, and came home and cried. And watched sad movies, and cried. It was about 10 pm and I had a lot to drink. I wasn’t on another planet or anything cliche, but I wasn’t sober. And that's how Natasha found me, lying on the couch, staring off into space and mumbling to myself. “Hi Natty!” I slurred. Natasha looked shocked at my state, “Baby? What, uh, what happened?” The question made me remember why I got so drunk in the first place. This time, the tears came. I couldn’t stop them, they just kept pouring down my face. This reaction shocked Natasha, even more. “Ok, ok. Let’s get you to bed, ok honey? We can talk in the morning.” The next thing I knew, I was waking up in our shared bed with a killer hangover. After I emptied my stomach of the booze, I sat down on the bed next to an expectant Natasha. “So, do you wanna tell me what last night was all about? I brought home some beers to celebrate filming wrapping, but when I got home you were 2 sheets to the wind,” Natasha said, looking at me worried. “Nat…I…just…here,” I couldn’t get the words out, so typed it into my phone and handed it to my fiance. I was on the verge of tears again as I waited for her reaction. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled me into her and held me. I cried in her arms for a while. To be honest, I’m not sure how much time passed. All I know is that when I was done, it was no longer morning. We had spent the day cuddling, crying, and sleeping. 

“Darling? Are you hungry? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Natasha said, after multiple hours of grieving. I nodded my head, my throat sore. “What would you like to eat?” She asked again. I only shrugged my shoulders, not currently wanting to make a decision. “Does pizza sound good?” Once again, I only nodded. I got up and made myself look a little more presentable and walked to meet Nat by the door. She took my hand and walked us to her car. 

I got in the car and she did too. As she drove, I decided to finally speak. “I’m sorry, bub,” I said, looking at my lap. I felt bad. I felt like I had been clingy and just overall annoying. 

“No, no. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Why would you think that? You’re grieving over the loss of someone who was a giant part of your life. You can be as sad as you want. I’m going to take some time off and I’m going to be with you, ok? Because I don’t want you to think that this is something to be ashamed of. Feeling like this, feeling emotional, even feeling numb, is all a part of the process of grief. Please understand that you don’t have anything to be ashamed of.” Natasha reassured me. I almost cried out of relief. “Really?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the kindness and acceptance of my partner. She nodded as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot.

“I promise, hon. You have nothing to be ashamed of and you shouldn’t feel weak. Now, I’m gonna go in and get our food. Want your normal?” She asked. After I told her what I wanted, she walked into the store. I was still feeling lost without my mom. She was the kind of woman everyone looked up to. She was a head-turner, yet she put kindness before looks. Even though I knew it would be hard to navigate this world in this new normal without her, I knew that Natasha would help and support me through my grievances.

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Trouble In Paradise

Requested by @wosoobsessed

Request: Thank you so much! Could I possibly have one where Natasha and the reader go on holiday together maybe somewhere like Australia. And they’ve both been working a lot so they haven’t been spending a lot of time together ,but in the time they have spent together they’ve been arguing about little things cus they’re both tired. But when they get there Natasha starts doing work on her laptop and is just acting rlly disconnected and it’s results in them having an argument. But really Natasha is planning on proposing so that’s why she’s been so busy. And then the next day they make up and then in the evening Natasha proposes to the reader and it’s all cute. Sorry if this is too long. But thank you anyway!!

Mia POV

“Nat? Come on, we’re gonna miss our Uber if you don’t hurry your happy ass up,” I yelled to my girlfriend. I was standing in front of our door, my bags packed for our trip. Natasha is taking me on a trip to Australia, our first trip together in over 2 years where neither of us plans to work. I started to make my way to our shared bedroom when my beautiful (and slow) girlfriend met me halfway. Despite only wearing casual clothes, just a pair of black jeans, my hoodie, a flannel over the sweatshirt, and a pair of boots, she looked ethereal. She is only slightly smaller than me but the hoodie she was wearing is a bit oversized on me so she looked tiny in the article of clothing. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’m ready,” She joked, putting her bags next to mine, “Well come on! What was that about us being late?” she said with a smirk. About 10 minutes later, we were finally in the Uber and on the way to the airport. She had her headphones on and was scrolling on her phone but she was still listening as I told her about a new directing job one of my friends got. I met Natasha nearly 10 years ago when I was still in film school and was interning with one of the directors on Orange Is The New Black. I wanted to work on horror films but a crime show with some violence was the closest I could get at the time, though I don’t regret it at all. After striking up a conversation during a short break between takes, we became friends. I ended up working on the show until they ended it, creating a family-like bond between me and the cast and crew. In early 2019, after our last shoot day wrapped, Natasha showed up at my door (more than) slightly drunk and stated her feelings towards me in an adorably intoxicated way. She stayed over that night and we went on our first date the next day. It’s been 4 years since that date and I couldn’t be happier. I broke out of my thoughts as I got caught staring. “I see that my face is very interesting, but what’s got you all smiley?” She asked.

My face turned red, “Just thinking of you, baby,” I replied. 

“Ok, slow down there with the flattery.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. Our driver pulled up to the airport, and we got out. We checked our bags and went through security. I turned to look at Nat with a slight pout, “I’m hungry.”

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “Well, let’s go fix that, hun,” she checked her watch, “We got time.” She began steering me towards the various restaurants and places to get food, allowing me to make the final choice. 

-Time Skip-

We had a layover in Texas and decided to get food and drinks from the bar as it was a few hours later. I got a burger, Natasha got nachos, and we got a beer. Conversations flowed smoothly as we talked about anything from job offers to new movies releasing soon, even to our plans for the holidays. I had begun to infodump about a new horror movie I had seen when I looked over to see Nat staring at me as she was drinking, both intrigued by what I was talking about and shamelessly checking me out. I blushed but continued talking. Horror wasn’t Natasha’s favorite genre, but she still enjoyed it and enjoyed hearing my excitement talking about it. We sat there for a few hours until our next flight. The only downside of traveling to Sydney was the amount of time spent traveling. I was fully planning on passing out both on the plane and at our hotel when we got there. She hadn’t told me where in Sydney we were staying. I was a bit tipsy after a few drinks and was very tired after our day of traveling, so as we waited at the terminal, I laid my head on Nat’s shoulder and drifted off. About 20 minutes later, she gently shook me awake. “M? It’s time to get up, darling. They’re boarding. You can sleep on the plane, this next flight is over 12 hours,” She told me as I sat up and stretched. On the plane, I rested against Natasha again, and after we took off, she pulled me more into her. This was a little shocking as she wasn’t nearly as touchy as I was but I still accepted the affection.

 Many hours, movies, and snacks later, we arrived in Sydney. We left Texas at 10 p.m. and got to Sydney at about noon. Natasha had rented a car for the trip and after putting our bags in the back, she started towards our hotel. When we got there, I was shocked. The building was giant and beautiful (this is where they’re staying). I immediately took off my shoes and flopped onto the bed. Nat laughed lightly at my antics and put our stuff away before joining me on the bed. She pulled me into her and we sat in a comfortable silence as we both fell asleep. When woke up, it was dark out. I woke up first, got up, used the restroom, and changed into something new and not worn for over 20 hours straight. I turned back around to see my girlfriend staring at me. “What do you think you're looking at?” I asked with a smirk. 

She mirrored my expression and replied, “Admiring my love.”

“You trying to get into my pants, Lyonne?” I joked.

“Always, beautiful,” She replied, as she stood up and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck. I turned around in her hold and leaned my head against her shoulder. I breathed in her scent, a woodsy, musky scent mixed with the slight lingering scent of cigarettes. She had quit earlier this year but the smell still stuck to some of her shirts. She walked away from me to change as well and one of my siblings texted me. As I replied to my sister, Nat walked up next to me. “You wanna go get dinner?” She asked. 

“Sure. Just let me finish texting Luna back and I’ll be ready,” I responded. She nodded in acknowledgment and walked to put her shoes on. I sent the text, slipped on my shoes, and went to grab my wallet when Nat pulled me back.

“I’m paying so you don’t need your wallet, love,” She told me.

“How thoughtful,” I replied and kissed her cheek, “Thank you, Bubba.” She grabbed my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips before leading me out the door. She took me to a steakhouse and an ice cream shop for dessert. I paid my gratitude through kisses and the atmosphere was peaceful and loving.

-Time Skip-

So, we have been in Sydney for a couple of days, and for the past couple of days, Natasha hasn’t been herself. She is extra affectionate and then just blows me off for a little bit. She also isn’t nearly as talkative nor has she seemed like her normal funny self. She’s been closed off and it’s honestly, kind of bumming me out. But I had been determined to make this trip better and remained optimistic. Well, that is until the 4th day. I woke up to an empty bed, something that had become more and more normal on this trip, and I got up to go find my partner. I found her working on her laptop, and this set me over the edge. “Really, Natasha?” I asked annoyed, as I rolled my eyes. She looked up at me, shocked. I rarely ever used her full name when talking to her and when I did, it was never in an annoyed tone. “You promised me that you wouldn’t work on this trip at all! And maybe I would have less of a problem with it if you weren’t actively pushing me away! You barely even look my way anymore! Did I do something? You seemed fine before we left,” I ranted, more than a little bit angry. Nat looked a bit stunned at my sudden outburst. 

“N-no. You didn’t do anything. I just need to finish this thing and then we can go do something,” She said, trying to comfort me. 

“It’s fine, Natasha. Don’t let me stop your work. I’m going out, so I’ll be back later,” I said, not wanting to hear a half-assed explanation. I quickly changed and walked towards to door. Natasha was waiting by the door looking like a kicked puppy. “Nat, move. I just need to leave for a little bit to clear my head so I don’t say something I don’t mean,” I told her, still outwardly mad. She frowned but still wouldn’t meet my eyes as I walked out of the door. I went to a local coffee shop and stayed there for a few hours. Natasha tried to call me a few times but I ignored them all and turned off my phone. As I turned my phone back on, I saw one text from her. It said ‘Let me make it up to you by letting me take you out to dinner tonight, ok? We’ll go to a nice restaurant. I’m getting ready now so that you don’t have to see me before dinner. We can meet at the restaurant and I’ll leave you the car so you can drive. I love you, angel. I’m sorry. I hope you meet me.’ I couldn’t say no to dinner, I wanted an explanation. So I got up, threw my cup away, and walked back to our hotel room. I walked into the empty room and started to get ready. I put on my outfit (either a black suit or a black dress, whichever you want) and finished fixing my appearance. I got the car keys and walked out to the car. Inside the car, on the dash, there was a letter. My name was scrawled on the front in Natasha’s slightly messy writing. It had the address of the restaurant as well as another apology. The restaurant was about 20 minutes from the hotel and looked beautiful and high-end. I parked and got out and saw my girlfriend wearing a beautiful black dress. She didn’t wear them very often but she always looked stunning in them; even more so now as the sun was setting behind us, covering her in golden hour lighting. She smiled as I walked up to her and linked her arm with mine. We walked in and were seated quickly. They took our orders and we were sitting in a tense silence.

Natasha spoke first, “Alright before you spend this whole night glaring at me, let me explain. The reason that I was on my computer was because I was working out the pickup time details for this…” She trails off, reaching into her bag and pulling out a ring box. She opened it to reveal a beautiful engagement ring. “I had been looking for the perfect ring for a while and when I found this one, I fell in love. I was already planning on taking you somewhere and when I found out that it was made in Australia, I knew it was a match made in heaven. But, I’m still sorry. I promised absolutely no work and I still had my focus on my screens instead of you, so I don’t want you to feel bad, you didn’t ruin anything and I’m not upset,” She finished, and my face was bright red and my mouth opened. Despite her saying it wasn’t a big deal, I still felt terrible.

“I’m so so sorry-”

“No. No apologizing, you did nothing wrong. Now, time for the age-old question,” She joked, trying to make me feel better, “I would get on one knee, but I don’t think that your anxiety wants that in public, so imagine it. Mia Davis, the love of my life, the person I met while filming a criminal lesbian porno, the person who has always been there for me, will you please marry me?”

“Of course, crazy! Did you really think there would be another answer?! I love you!” I exclaimed. She hugged me, slipped the ring on my finger, and kissed me. 

As we sat back down, she answered me, “To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure that you would say yes after this morning,” she told me, looking sheepish.

“Baby, couples fight, you know this. I know we don’t very often, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you,” I said, smiling at her. The rest of the night went amazing and I was lucky enough to go back to our hotel, with my fiance.