Reverie- a state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musings, a daydream. Just little imagines for when you miss Michael and want to escape into the realm of dreams. ✨ ✨ MJFA'S 2020 finalist for Best Oneshot- Human Nature ✨MJSSA's 2021 winner for Best Imagines Collection ✨MJSSA's 2021 winner for Most Authentic Imagines *Request have been permenately closed* Playlist:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7vhu1PjARL8dWYmwDvwIDL

This used to be 'Rated R' stuff but it kept being flagged and taken down (even though I think it's within the guidelines). But to comply with Wattpad and allow my readers to still read and access the content, I've put up the 'censored' versions on here, and the full unedited versions on my Inkitt page (same profile name). Because these chapters have plot lines and hopefully 'real' characters I think they can be read alone as they are without the 'good' stuff. This book is now 'finished' and I'm not going be adding any more chapters to it. The second book is up on my profile. Any news about these books will still be posted on here first before Inkitt. Hopefully you guys understand why I've had to do this. Thanks!

They were "us" long before they ever said it out loud. But marriage, parenthood, and the spotlight demand something steadier: not just love, but a life built to hold up under pressure. Spencer enters his rookie season with the New York Giants under a new kind of scrutiny, where every route, mistake, and breakout moment can become a headline. New York demands everything from him, while Los Angeles still holds pieces of his heart. As he pours himself into the game, he learns the future he imagined with Olivia was never the finish line. It was the beginning. Olivia is rising too, evolving from a truth-seeking journalist into a cultural voice whose podcast carries real weight. Her world is expanding from LA newsrooms to New York studios, but so is her understanding of softness: motherhood, partnership, and letting herself be held instead of always holding everyone else. They're young. They're married. They're parents. And now they're being pulled between two coasts, two careers, and two versions of home. This next chapter brings pressure from every direction: the grind of the league, the demands of the media, old wounds, family expectations, and the challenge of building a life while everyone keeps reaching for a piece of them. But the spark that found them in a tunnel outside South Crenshaw still lives in them. This isn't the story of becoming "us." It's what comes after-the real, everyday work of becoming "we." *** Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction based on the television series All American. I do not own Spencer James, Olivia Baker, or any associated characters and settings; all rights belong to The CW and their respective creators. The specific plot, original prose, and thematic interpretation are my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

"I'm not ready to forget you, Lavender."

imagines of you and michael jackson throughout the eras.

They claimed the title of "us," but the story was never just about the label-it was about the legacy. As they move from the shared history of their youth into the unscripted territory of college and early adulthood, Spencer and Olivia have stopped waiting for destiny to choose for them. The world will only get larger, the stakes higher, and the spotlight more demanding, threatening to stretch the distance between them until it snaps. In the transition from campus life to the professional stage, they will learned the most important play of all: they don't just return to each other; they move with each other. Together, they've turned their "almosts" into an unbreakable foundation, proving that the spark in that high school stadium wasn't just a lucky break-it was the beginning of a lifetime. ************************************************************************************************* Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction based on the television series All American. I do not own Spencer James, Olivia Baker, or any associated characters and settings; all rights belong to The CW and their respective creators. The specific plot, original prose, and thematic interpretation are my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

(COMPLETE) Temah Amoah, an aspiring journalist and article editor joins one of the biggest companies that New York has to offer. She keeps to herself unless she is around family or extremely close friends. Her life is simple and a lack of complications all the way round until she meets her new boss. Douglas Coleman. Stubborn, dominant and intolerant to bullshìt. He has worked his way to the top and apart from a couple of flings, he never gets distracted. There is no way that this 5'6, curvy and inquisitive dark skinned beauty is going to throw him off! Right?....

Inspired by Neyo & Yung Bleu song "Walk Through Fire"!! A series of Spelivia One Shots

She was an undoubtedly beautiful model. He was a foreign billionaire labeled as a "womanizer", until her. "Chérie listen to me, we are not finished, I was wrong earlier. It wasn't just sex" He started, "Mais ne me testez jamais comme vous l'avez fait là-bas ou je vais vous baiser dans la semaine prochaine" he softly put his hand around my neck and pushed me into the bookshelf [Translation: But never test me like you did out there or I'll fuck you into next week] "Okay" was all I could manage to say as my mind went blank, as I looked up and his lust filled eyes "Good, now strip and sit your pretty ass on my desk" He commanded. Started: April 2021 Finished: February 2022 *NOT EDITED*

He clenched his jaw, " Ephesian-" " You left me, remember?! You left me!" " I NEVER FUCKIN LEFT YOU, AIGH?! IM STILL FUCKIN HERE!" " NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT, ADONIS! YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR ME FOR FUCKIN WEEKS! ALL THOSE TIMES I FUCKIN CALLED YOU, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I DIDNT EAT FOR THREE FUCKIN DAYS, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BROTHER'S CONSTANT BULLSHIT, YOU WERENT THERE! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKIN EXPLANATION!" " THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?! HUH?! I CANT CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK I DID, IMANI! I CANT MAKE YOU CHANGE YA MIND ABOUT ME! SO WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He screamed in my face. I groan angrily, whirling around I speed walked to the front door. I hear the door slam open widely, then Adonis's voice in the background. " IMANI!" I stop in the middle of the road, " WHAT?!" " WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOIN?!" I turn back around, stomping in the direction of the empty parking lot. " AWAY FROM YOU! AWAY FROM EVERYTHING! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" _________________________ Sequel to ' Hating Miguel' * previously known as Loving Ephesian *