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prank call | os.1

—forewarning—

hello, you! i've always wanted to fix the pov of 'prank call', but i just don't have that much time right now. although i do prefer the alternating pov in some scenes so there'd be slight headhops and i apologize for that. i will look into it once i have time to spare to fix those parts. i hope you understand.

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WEDDING DRESS

When the newly-wed couple just got out of their exhausting wedding after-party at the reception but the stupid care bear is more than happy to proceed with the action.

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B O O K

Prank Call

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P A I R I N G

Trent x Amber

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C A U T I O N

swearing; cheesiness;
sexual themes; belly aches

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S O U N D T R A C K S

stay up - george nozuka

talk to me - george nozuka

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act three; part two

THE NEW MR and Mrs Carter headed out of the bridal car and Trent slid his fingers in Amber's palm, their skin grazing with heated friction, and in spite of the bride's half-loss of energy, she couldn't help but smile at her − her husband. Even saying it out loud that Trent was finally her husband after they both crossed a long, challenging, winding path was still rather weird, or lack thereof.

They silently gathered themselves inside the hotel where they would be staying for the night, but not before saying their thanks to the chauffeur. Their wedding gifts were taken care of by Trent's mom, Arkin, and Kelsey themselves, well-aware that, while they were just as tired, the couple was more than worn out during the day and they practically had shoved them out of the reception so they could finally have some time alone.

Amber groaned and arbitrarily removed the bobby pins sinking in her hair, one pin clamped between her teeth as she occupied herself with taking out the others. Her face was already itchy and could only imagine herself running in the direction of the bathroom to wash her makeup. It had been sitting there for hours and was retouched twice or thrice and as soon as the lift opened right when they reached their floor, she all but snatched the key from Trent's hand, aiming for their hotel room with fast, elongated strides.

"Hey −" Trent's voice trailed, hand leaning against the elevator doors before it could impair him and followed her bride, watching as the tips of her bridal gown dragging on the floor. "Wait up."