Oneshots, drabbles, and imagines by TEE.

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ what if 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 unexpectedly fell 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, just as the whole world was falling more & more in love with him? this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love story told chronologically 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫, starting with one magnetic encounter after the 1984 grammys & following the two of you through everything that happens when 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ⎯⎯ every chapter contains content intended for adults only. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 & 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑. ⎯⎯ by 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 © 2024-present

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved