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Drive Safe (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Buckle up, and I hope you enjoy 😘💕

Synopsis: Jack wants that old thing back, but definitely doesn't go about it in the right way, eventually leaving you upset with him when all is said and done

Pairing: Ex-husband!Jack Harlow x Ex-wife!Reader

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So that no one gets confused, this happens in an alternate universe where First Lady actually did file for divorce from Jack. The timeline is a little different as well.

It was around 1 AM when your phone rang and you immediately rolled your eyes because you knew who it was.

The special ringtone that you still hadn't changed because you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. At least not yet anyway.

Your ex-husband.

You had never thought in a million years that you would be divorced from your high school sweetheart, but here you were.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was him not fully being supportive of you as your own career was taking off. Time and time again, he would disappoint you and disrespect you and you came to the conclusion that this wasn't the same person that you married and that person you had fallen in love with when you were fifteen was long gone. T here were rumors circulating about him cheating on you with your close friend Taylor Rooks, but he denied it until he was blue in the face that he would never step out on you and hasn’s stepped out on you for the entire time that you were in a relationship.

The two of you had been fully separated for a year and a half, but the divorce got finalized a few months ago.

When you told him that you wanted a divorce, at first he welcomed the idea and you remember how badly it hurt to see his reaction, acting as if he didn’t want to try to do anything to fix it. But then a week later, he called you on facetime bawling his eyes out with snot running down his face and begging you not to.

At first PG was trying to stay out of it and remain neutral, but they then began to take sides and expressed that you were a difficult person to work with and be around which you were extremely hurt by since you would do anything for them and in short, ended up cutting them off. However, you honestly thought it was because of their loyalty to Jack since they had known him longer.

You were still the first lady of Private Garden and Jack had told you that it would never change no matter what had happened between the two of you.

However, when it came to Urban he was trying to do everything he possibly could for the two of you to get back together, but you wouldn't budge. He was basically stuck in the middle and he wanted out. Jack would blame you and you would blame Jack all while Urban was simply trying to keep the peace.

The one person that you shouldn't have been surprised by was Neelam, but you still were. You found out that she was rejoicing because of the divorce since she felt that you had been holding Jack back from the beginning and knew after the two of you made up that she still didn't like you despite her actions showing something different.

She actually tried to call you to plead her case, but in your mind the damage had already been done.

As much as Clay would joke around about you divorcing Jack, it hit him like a ton of bricks when the news actually broke and was genuinely upset. The first thing he did was call you to make sure that you were okay because he knew how Jack had been treating you for those last few months and he didn’t like it one bit.

But, you weren't going back on your word no matter what. Then when you found out you were pregnant with not only one baby, but three, Jack pleaded with you once again to take him back, but you still refused. Deep down, you knew that you still loved him, but you didn't think that you were in love with him anymore. The two of you definitely shouldn't have been sleeping together while going through the divorce so you were definitely both surprised when it happened.

Or were you just lying to yourself?

Now you were about three months along and needed all the sleep that you could get, but obviously that didn't matter to him. It had taken you forever to get comfortable and he was about to get an earful from you.

“Jackman, it is one in the morning. What do you want?” You asked while finally rolling over and answering your phone.

“I know. I'm sorry to call you this late, but I didn't check on you earlier like I promised. Are you okay? How are the babies?”

“You mean to tell me this couldn't wait? Sweet gesture I admit but we're fine and trying to sleep.”

“No, I needed to check on my girl. Can you come to the studio real quick?”

“Are you…? Jackman, are you deaf? And I'm not your girl anymore. We have literally been divorced for four months now.”

“Please baby.” Jack pleaded once again and all you did was throw your head back in frustration.

“You have lost the right to call me that.”

“I… just for a little bit? I'm working on something and want you to hear it.”

“How do you even know I'm in Louisville?”

“Because you still share your location with me or did you forget?”

Well fuck.

“I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I'm staying for an hour and you better not be on no bullshit and waste my time.”

“I promise it'll be worthwhile.”

Once you got to the studio and made your way inside, you were surprised to see him in there by himself. When he heard your footsteps, he immediately turned around to greet you.

He caught you off guard by bringing you into a hug and kissing your forehead. He looked so good, but you knew better. You promised yourself that you wouldn't get roped back in.

Besides, you were already pregnant.

“It's good to see you.”

“Jackman, you saw me three days ago at my doctor's appointment. Can you just play me the song so that I can go home and sleep?”

“Damn, okay. I forgot how impatient your ass was sometimes.”

“Hmm, my impatient ass put up with your bullshit for an entire year, so I would rethink that statement if I were you.” You said while rolling your eyes and all he did was sigh.

“I didn't ask you to come here to fight with you.” He said pulling the chair out so that you could sit down.

“Let's hear it then. What's it called?”

“Lovin’ On Me.” He answered as he sat down next to you.

You sat there in silence as you listened to it and you can admit that you definitely liked it. Once it was finished, he simply turned to you to ask you what you thought about it.

“Sooo, what do you think?”

“I like it.”

“Any suggestions or anything I could do better?”

“No, I like it just the way it is. It'll definitely chart. Now was that all? Can I leave?” You asked as you tried to get up, but he immediately stopped you by pulling you into his lap.

“Hold on, what are you in such a rush for? I just want to talk. You got someone else waiting in my spot in your bed?”

“I…. Talk about what?”

“How I've been wanting for us to try this again. You know I still love you.” He replied as he kissed your cheek and all you did was sigh.

“The ink isn't even dry on the damn divorce papers.”

“I… Look, I promise that things will be different. You know you're my favorite girl to be around.”

“Oh, so you have other ones? Like Taylor for example?”

“Y/N, please. I've been fucking miserable without you and for the last damn time I did NOT cheat on you especially with one of your best friends.”

“And who's fault is that? And I don’t know if I’ll ever believe you.”

“I know I have no one to blame but myself and I take full responsibility for it.”

“Hmm, that's a first.”

“Can we stop with the sarcasm for a minute?”

You turned to look at him and simply nodded your head.

“I want to prove it to you if you give me the chance. You don't have to give me an answer right now, but just think about it. Can you at least do that for me, pretty girl?”

You knew when he called you ‘pretty girl’ that it was over and that you could feel yourself about to fold.

All you did was nod your head as Jack leaned in to bring his lips to yours to capture you into a kiss and you couldn’t help but to kiss him back. He then deepened it and slipped his hand into your leggings and slowly began to rub small circles on the outside of your thong that you were wearing.

“Look how wet you are for me. No one can get you wet like I do. You want me to take care of that for you?”

All you did was whimper in response and he simply smirked before letting out a small laugh.

“I take that as a yes. Spread your legs for me baby and let me work.”

You immediately obliged as he now slowly started to massage your clit before slipping two of his fingers inside of you.

“Shiiit.”

“Shh, we have to be quiet. Be a good girl for me.” Jack said as he then added another finger and increased his pace of them pumping in and out of you while placing kisses along your neck.

It wasn't long before you hit your peak and released all over his fingers and he immediately put them in his mouth. He let you ride out your high before he began tugging on your leggings.

“Take these off. I want to see that pretty pussy that I missed so much.”

Once you did, he carried you over to the couch that was in the corner of the studio and laid you down while slowly climbing on top of you.

“Let me taste you first.” Was all he had to say before he parted your legs.

You simply peeled off your shirt while throwing it across the room and Jack took notice that you didn't have on a bra as your pierced nipples were on full display.

“Damn, a sight that I never get tired of.” He quietly said before hovering over you and placing one of them in his mouth and sucking lightly making you moan.

“I can't wait to see how full they'll get in a few months.” He whispered as he then began to suck harder as he rolled the other one through his fingers.

Hearing your moans and whimpers underneath him was bringing Jack satisfaction in knowing that he could still have this effect on you. Even though it's only been a few months, this is the longest amount of time that the two of you had spent with one another besides the time that the triplets were conceived.

He quickly switched to the other one as you were trying to reach your hand down to massage your clit, but he quickly pushed your hand away.

“I'll suck your clit in a minute, be patient. I want to take all of this in.”

If you were only wet before, you knew that there was now a waterfall between your legs. Jack continued with his task of sucking on your left nipple when out of nowhere another orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making him smirk.

“You know good and damn well I'm the only one who has this effect on you and can fuck you this good. Now let me eat my favorite meal.” Was all you heard before you felt him take one long lick across your folds making you moan.

“And you better stay still.”

As Jack continued pleasuring you, you felt him slip two fingers into you before sucking on your clit as promised and making you gasp.

“Ooohh, fuckkkk.” You exclaimed as you grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair to pull him closer. He wasn't letting up and you knew good and damn well that he was nowhere near done with you.

The familiar feeling was building in your stomach and you knew that you were close.

“Baby, I…”

“Oh, now I'm your baby because I'm making you feel good?” Jack asked as he smirked before focusing back on you.

You didn't even have time to answer him before you ended up squirting all over his face making you gasp, but he still continued to suck on your clit as you were trying to catch your breath.

“Yes, that's my good girl. You gonna to do it again for me? You gonna squirt all over my face?” Jack asked as his mouth went back on you and all you could do was nod to answer him. He now had a hold on both of your legs to pull you closer to him if that was possible.

Not even three minutes had passed before you once again squirted all over his face and Jack had to reach up to cover your mouth with his hand in order for you to keep quiet.

He was getting bricked up by the moment with hearing your whimpers and moans for him and knew that he needed relief and needed it fast. He undid his pants and got his boxer briefs down in record time and was simply stroking himself as he peered down at you.

You reached up in order to take him in your mouth but he simply shook his head no and gently pushed you back down.

“You ready, princess?” He asked you and you simply nodded.

“I asked you a question so you need to open up your mouth and tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You want daddy to fuck you? You sure?” Jack asked while smirking and you were close to rolling your eyes, but if you would have done so, he would have dragged this out even longer.

“Yes. You already interrupted my sleep so it's the least that you can do.”

“Hmm, fair enough.” Jack answered you as he laughed.

Jack slowly slid into you bottoming out as he let out a loud moan and series of curses.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel around me.”

It took you a second to adjust and he gave you a few moments before he started to move. But he didn’t do so without your permission.

“Move.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” Was all he said before you felt nice, slow, and deep strokes but you knew that this wasn't going to last long. Sure enough Jack then placed your legs on his shoulders and began pounding into you.

“That's my good girl. Look at you taking all this dick. You missed me didn't you? Even if you say no, your body is saying otherwise.”

“Mmm, baby.” Was all you could breathe out before you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck and now your noses were touching. He simply caught you in a kiss as he continued to pound into you.

“Open your pretty mouth.” He whispered as he broke the kiss and you happily obliged as he then spit in your mouth and quickly swallowed.

“Good girl.” Jack breathed out before placing his right hand on your neck and squeezing while keeping his same pace.

“Who fucks you as good as me, princess? Huh?”

“No one.” You quickly breathed out as Jack was now massaging your clit.

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it. This pussy is mine and mine only. You understand?” Jack asked and when you didn't answer, he squeezed your neck tighter, but not tight enough for it to hurt so that you would answer him.

“I thought I asked you a question. I need to hear you say that it's mine.”

“It's yours, just let me cum damn it!”

Your orgasm then hit you and you felt as if you were seeing stars as you laid underneath Jack whimpering. You felt him then begin to move again before he asked you to open your mouth.

“You want me to cum in that pretty mouth? Open wide for me baby. Fuck I'm close. Play with your clit for me.”

You did as you were told before you sat up and before you could take him in your mouth, cum started releasing and you quickly licked it up. Once you were done, you took him in your mouth and got the rest of it like he asked.

Once he pulled himself from your mouth, he reached down to kiss you before laying down on top of you.

“Damn, I missed this and I missed you.” Jack quietly said as you were drawing small circles on his back.

“I missed you too.”

The two of you were quiet before he spoke up again.

“Just take your time and think about what I said. No rush. I’m not going anywhere and I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

“Okay.”

After simply laying with Jack for about another hour or so, he helped you get dressed before walking you out to your car and placing another kiss on your cheeks, forehead, and your lips last.

“I love you.” He breathed out, but when you started to speak, he cut you off.

“If you're not ready to say it yet, it's fine. But my feelings towards you haven't changed. I know it might take a while if we actually do this again.”

“Just give me some time.”

“Whatever you need, baby.” Jack replied as he helped you step up into your G Wagon that he had bought you for Valentine’s Day two years ago.

“How about a goodnight kiss before you leave?” He asked while wiggling his eyebrows, making you laugh but you soon caved.

“Drive safe and let me know when you get home.”

—-

The two of you had been spending more and more time together as he was working on his new album and a lot of that time was either spent in the studio or with him fucking your brains out. Over the course of the next few months, you decided to let Jack move back in with you and kept it quiet because the last thing you would ever ask was for someone’s opinion about it. You were two adults who could do what you both wanted.

It was early in the day and Jack had mentioned about him wanting to go to the studio early so that he could come back and spend time with you seeing as your due date was getting closer.

He was currently begging you for more kisses even though you had given him several already.

“Jackman, I have been giving you kisses for close to thirty minutes. You should have been left.” You said as he was now kissing down your neck and attempting to lift up your shirt.

“Just a few more.”

“I’ll be here when you come back! I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Last time you told me that, you ended up divorcing me.”

“Don’t push it. Now do you want kisses or not?” You replied as you eyed him.

“Yes, please.”

You reached up to place several kisses on his lips and he eagerly kissed you back. When the two of you broke apart, he simply placed another one on the tip of your nose before smiling at you.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

“And call me if you need or want anything. Like food, something to drink, my dick. You know, the usual.”

“BYE JACKMAN.”

“Okay, I’m going! I’m going!”

You saw to it that he got in his car before you decided to go upstairs and into the nursery to start folding up clothes for the triplets. You couldn’t exactly bend down in order to get them in the last drawer in the dresser and would have to wait for Jack, but you were still on a mission to do what you could in the meantime so that there was less to do later.

As you were folding one of the last onesies, you suddenly got a facetime call from Taylor and you immediately answered.

The two of you had only spoken through text when the news broke since there had been rumors surrounding her and Jack. In your heart of hearts, you don’t think that she would betray you in that matter, but you weren’t sure considering how PG ended up treating you when they found out that you had filed for divorce.

“Hey.” You heard her say as you moved all of the neatly folded clothes to the left of you.

“Hi.”

“So, how are you? How have you been? What’s new? I miss you and I’m worried about you.”

“Shouldn’t you be asking my ex-husband that?” You immediately shot at her and all she did was sigh.

“Y/N, please. I would never hurt you like that. Both of you mean a lot to me and I would never want to be the cause of two of my closest friends’ marriage ending. I would never lie to you, I can promise you that nothing happened. He did see me that night because he was crying his eyes out and bawling over you because at that point, he knew it was inevitable and that you were going to file for divorce.”

“Then why didn’t he simply tell me that?” You asked her, but all you got was a shrug in response.

“I guess because he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to change your mind.”

“Hmm.”

“If I may ask, how are the two of you? I heard that some reconciliation may be happening?”

“Um, it’s… I guess you can call it that. Just taking it slow and steady at the moment despite me knowing him since I was fourteen. It just got to the point where I didn’t recognize the person that I had married and I wanted out.”

“That’s fair, but I have another question.”

“Yes?”

“When you do have the babies seeing as the two of you are officially divorced, are you going to file for full custody?”

“What? Why?”

“Well, Jack is always busy and always on the go. That just seems to make more sense to me. This is not me trying to get you to one up Jack. I’m thinking of the kids.”

“Taylor, do you not realize how messy that could get? I mean thank goodness the divorce wasn’t because he basically gave me everything but to keep his kids from him?”

“You aren’t keeping him from them, it was just a suggestion so that they could grow up in a stable environment. That’s all. I meant no harm by it. Even if you two are on good terms now, you never know what could happen.”

What you didn’t know was that Jack had forgotten his phone charger and came back to the house to get it from your shared bedroom. He didn’t expect to hear a snippet of your conversation with Taylor and her basically suggesting that you file for full custody but he also didn’t hear you disagree with her. This obviously made him feel some type of way and immediately felt like these last few months had been a waste of time if this was what you were going to do all along. Bottom line was that he couldn't trust you and he was determined to hurt you first before you hurt him.

Something had been bothering Jack for the last few days and despite him saying that he was okay and that it was nothing to worry about, you couldn’t help but to feel uneasy. He had been spending less and less time with you and you made it a point to bring it up tonight before the two of you went to bed. He was spending longer hours at the studio than before which you understood since his album was getting closer to dropping, but something didn’t feel right.

That was where he was currently when you got a notification on your phone saying that he had posted a new reel for a song entitled “Drive Safe.” You admit that you were excited seeing as that was what he would always tell you before the two of you parted ways, but it took a turn for the worst as you started listening to it and scrolling through the comments.

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jackharlow: drive safe prod by 2forwoyne

jackharlowsource: the dynamic duo is back! colebennett: neelam ain't a fan of her neelamthadhani: Mhmmm jackandy/naremyparents: all I know is this better not be about y/ninsta urbandjack25: um if I was this girl, I would be throwing up right about now quiiso: absolute fireeee allthingsy/n: hmm well we known neelam never liked y/n so there's that y/ninsta: oh lol 🙃 urbandjack25: ahhhh shit here we go jackharlow: y/ninsta got something to say sweetheart? y/ninsta: jackharlow don't bother coming home is all I'm going to say jackharlowsource: WAIT ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER? SOMEONE FILL ME IN. I'M LOST. allthingsy/n: I knew it was about her. jack is always fucking something up. I hope she gets with Dua, Clay, Giveon, Drake, or Bryson.

When you heard the door open downstairs, you flew down the steps so that you could be face to face with him.

“JACKMAN, are you fucking serious? You plead and beg practically on your fucking knees for me to take you back and this is how you act? You write a song about me and make me feel like shit? That’s really what you think of me? The person who was once your wife?”

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS GOING TO FILE FOR FULL CUSTODY. BUT NOT IF I FUCKING DO IT FIRST.”

“What?! Where did you even get that from?”

“I heard you talking with Taylor! I forgot my phone charger and came back to get it and I overheard you two.”

All you could do was stare at him as he was now red in the face and fuming.

“Oh, don’t have much to say now do we?” He asked and you simply laughed to yourself.

“Then you obviously didn’t hear the part of the conversation where I disagreed with her and I said that it would get messy and that I would never do anything to keep you from your children.”

“Wait, what?”

“She was the one who suggested it, saying that it would be a more stable environment for them to grow up in one place.”

“Oh….”

“And I told her no.”

“Umm…”

“Jackman, get out.”

“I… wait….”

“What am I waiting for? You fucking embarassed me with that song and this isn’t the first time that you’ve embarrassed me in front of the entire world. The dead giveaway was saying Neelam doesn’t like her and telling me to drive safe. That’s what you would always tell me any time we leave each other. You took shots at me left and right and the sad part is because of who I am, you fucking know that I would do anything for you but I don’t get that same treatment in return. But now, we are not EVER getting married again. If you cannot simply come to me and ask me about something for clarification then we don’t need to be together.”

“Baby, I can fix this. Just let me fix it.”

“How? Fucking how, Jackman? The song has been released and it’s out for the world to see. There’s no coming back from that.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I bet you are.” You replied with tears pricking the corner of your eyes, but you were determined to not let them fall.

“I just need…”

“No. You don’t need another chance. We are done here. Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house. At this rate because of what you pulled, you’ll be lucky if I even let you in the delivery room. Do not call me, do not text me, do not DM me, do not send a fucking carrier pigeon to get a message across to me. We.are.done. Done for good this time. And because of what you did, I just might file for full custody since our children don’t know how immature their father is. And on that note, good night and good day to you.”

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Speak Now ~ J. Seresin

Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist

synopsis: Jake gets a wedding invite from the girl he's still in love with. Based off of Speak Now (TV) by Taylor Swift

word count: 4.1k

warnings: cursing, break-ups, runaway bride, miscommunication

Jake knew you probably hated the invites. You had told him over and over that you never wanted a big wedding, you wanted something small. You had agreed with your mom to not just go to the courthouse, but would at least do something a little bigger. Jake ran his fingers over the pale pink paper that was decorated with flowers and had your name and your fiancé’s name written in gold cursive letters. He knew you were somewhere screaming and pulling your hair out.

‘PLEASE JOIN US FOR THE CEREMONY OF MATRIMONY OF Y/N M/N AND BILLY “FRITZ” AVALON’

“Yeah, I just got it,” Jake said to Coyote. He had called his best friend the moment he saw the light pink envelope in his mailbox, “I looked up the address, it’s a church. She always said she wouldn’t get married in a church, she was worried it would burn down around her,”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Javy said, “She must be a different person now, when was the last time you talked to her?”

“I don’t know 2-3 years ago. I heard Bob ask Nat if she had figured out a bridesmaid dress yet,” Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I guess it was for this.”

“Did you expect anything less? They’re best friends.”

Jake shrugged knowing his friend couldn’t see him, “I don’t think I’m gonna go,”

“You can’t do that!”

“Why would I go? To submit myself to the torture of watching her marry someone else? Watching someone else give her the life I couldn’t give her?” Jake said angrily, the images of their last fight filled his mind. He looked over to the front door from his kitchen, the replay of you walking out the door, with your bags packed and tears in your eyes was forever burned into his mind.

“You pushed her away, Jacob. You can only blame yourself for that,” Javy scolded and Jake sighed.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Jake mumbled.

“Well do the true right thing, and go to the wedding, for her. It’ll make her happy to see you there,” Javy said and Jake told him he’d think about it.

Jake sat down on his couch and closed his eyes. Ever since that fateful day, he let you go, he couldn’t fathom thinking about you with someone else. He knew though, he knew you had met someone else, but didn’t know it was Fritz until about a month ago. The two of you waltzed into the Hard Deck, hand-in-hand, smiles on your face. Jake couldn’t stand the sight of it. It made him physically ill to stand there and keep a smile on his face. You had caught only a glimpse of him as he walked out the door.

Jake pushed himself off of his spot and walked to his room. He pulled down the box that sat on the top shelf of his closet and opened the lid. Pictures, concert tickets, notes, mixed CDs, random t-shirts, and postcards were all packed away in the box. Jake dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out the tiny light blue ring box and opened it. The pear-shaped diamond ring glared up at him in mockery.

———————————————

“Have you ever thought about the future?” You asked him, as you were both relaxing in the bathtub. Jake had a stressful day at work and just wanted to relax. You had made him something to eat and draw a bath.

“Of course,” Jake said, kissing your bare shoulder, “I think about it a lot, what I’m doing next week, or next month, or even next year,”

“Do you ever think of our future?” You asked softly.

“I-I uh, yeah sometimes. But I like where we are,” Jake said and you frowned slightly. You had been with Jake since freshman year of high school, right by his side through it all. From giving up your dream of going to UT, and moving to Maryland while he went to the academy, to waiting with other partners and spouses for him to come off the carrier after a deployment. You loved Jake, you really did, but you were hoping for more, you wanted more.

“I think about getting married,” You said and sighed into Jake, “Something small, probably in my parents’ backyard on a beautiful summer night. I want that perfect day, where you just wake up and say, ‘Let’s get married’, nothing too crazy. I told my mom I won’t just go to the courthouse.”

“Yeah,” was all Jake could say.

“What?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, “You don’t… you don’t see that?”

“It’s not that I don’t see it, it’s that I don’t want it.”

“Oh,” You nodded. There was a beat of silence, until you pushed yourself up from Jake’s embrace.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jake said reaching out to you as you grabbed your towel.

“The water is getting cold,” You said and dried yourself off, before heading into the bathroom.

Jake cursed himself and got out of the bathtub, grabbing his towel and following you. You sat on the bed and looked at Jake with tears in your eyes. You had this sinking feeling for a while. Like things were bound to break between you. You loved Jake, you really did, and every day it felt like you were falling more in love with him. He always did something new to make you fall in love. Whether it was surprising you with some new recipe, bringing you home your favorite flowers, to sending you postcards from where ever he was in the world. But lately, all that had seemed to stop. You had slowly wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jake wasn’t in love with you anymore.

“Y/N…” Jake said your name softly.

“When did you fall out of love?”

“What-“

“Jake, please,” You asked him, tears now running down your face.

“I love you, Y/N, I really do. But I- My career is just starting to take off. I. . .,” Jake sighed, “I- I don’t want to be holding you back from everything that you want.”

“You don’t want to hold me back, or you don’t want me holding YOU back?”

Jake sighed and looked down at his feet. Truth was, he didn’t want to hold you back. He could see the small changes in you. You had decided to change your major from education to business, something that you insisted was what you wanted. He noticed that your grades had slipped, your GPA the lowest it had ever been. You had spent more time at home, next to him, than hanging out with your friends. Jake didn’t want to hurt you, but he wanted you to follow your dreams, even if that meant having to break his and your heart. Jake took a deep breath and grabbed your hands.

“I’m breaking up with you,” He said and bit the bullet. You closed your eyes and Jake was fighting the urge to wipe the tears from your eyes. A sob left your pink lips and you pulled your hands from his, “I’m sorry-“

“Just shut up, Jake,” You said and pushed yourself up from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and slammed it shut, locking the door behind you. You gripped the sides of the sink and sobbed. Jake listened on the other side of the door as you threw everything off the counter, and could hear the breaking of the mirror as you threw a hairbrush at it. Jake changed into his pajamas and then set some out for you. He wrote a note that he was going to stay at Josh’s for the night.

The next morning you woke up to a cold bed and a pounding headache. You looked around the empty room and sighed. You began with the closet, dumping all your clothes into your suitcase, leaving behind the stuff that Jake had either bought you or gifted you. You packed away all your underwear, socks, and makeup. The apartment slowly became bare as you packed your little trinkets and decorations away. You had hoped to get most of it done before Jake came back, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Where are you going?” Jake asked, walking into the apartment and seeing your bags by the front door.

“My sister’s house,” You said and Jake looked at you confused. This was the first time you had mentioned a sister, and he had been dating you for over 5 years, “You don’t know her, she’s a half-sister,”

“Okay… this is really it?”

“Yeah,” You said softly as you looked down at the item in your hand, a picture from your first date, taken when you were both 13. Your parents wouldn’t let you go alone, so Jake’s older sister and her boyfriend at the time had to tag along. She took the picture and Jake gave it to you as a gift on your first anniversary, “Here,” You handed Jake the picture.

“No, no, keep it.”

“I can’t,” You said, your voice breaking. You placed your hand on Jake’s cheek, and kissed his lips softly, one last time, “Goodbye, Jake. Be good to yourself, okay?”

“I will, Y/N. I love you,”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, as you grabbed your bags and walked out the front door. Jake bit his lip as he watched you walk out the door and out of his life.

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You looked half dead, as you sat in the makeup chair, bright and early on your wedding day. You had tried to go to sleep, but you tossed and turned the whole night. You had thought about running away, getting your car, and driving off to god knows where, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead, you took some melatonin and slept for about 4 hours, until Natasha burst through your door with her unusually high amount of energy. You were just happy she brought you red bull and donuts.

“You look like shit?” Natasha said as she poured you a mimosa.

“I feel like it,” you reached your hand out for the glass.

“Oh my god,” She said and pulled the glass back, “Are you pregnant?!”

“No!” You yelled, “Give me the damn drink,”

“Fiesty,” She laughed and handed you the glass, “I steamed your dress, it’s hanging up in the bathroom,”

“Thank you,” You answered, “The boys?”

“I talked to Billy’s brother, Steven, he said they are up and moving. But, if you were wondering Rooster said that they are ALL on their way,”

“He’s coming?”

Natasha gave you a small smile and nodded, before going over to where the rest of your bridesmaids were. You looked up at your makeup artist and smiled as she placed false eyelashes on your eyes. You had tried to keep yourself from shaking with anxiety over seeing Jake, but you couldn’t help it. You had brushed it off as wedding day jitters. For the rest of the morning, you and your bridesmaids drank and ate a light breakfast that your parents had provided. You had a photographer taking pictures of you guys as you got ready. The bridesmaid dresses you had picked were emerald green, and you let them pick their own design. You sucked in a breath, as Natasha zipped the back of your dress. You stared at yourself in the mirror, and could hardly recognize the person in the mirror. The dress you and Billy had picked out was a classic style dress, with a deep v-cut, lace sleeves that went down to your wrists, and an open back. Billy said you looked like Princess Kate, but you felt more like Princess Di.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” Natasha said and You smiled, trying to make yourself feel better, “They want a first look. You okay with that?”

“I mean, Billy picked the dress out, so why not,”

Natasha smiled and walked out of the bedroom. You blinked and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. You took a deep breath and then headed out of the bathroom. You looked up from your shoes to be shocked by the 3 men standing in front of you, one noticeably missing.

“Well god damn, Y/N, you can clean up nicely,” Javy said You laughed and walked over and hugged him.

“Like our very own princess,” Bob said.

“Thank you,” You said looking at all of them. You could feel a certain pair of blue eyes burning into you, “I can’t believe you guys actually came!”

“Well, my girlfriend is your maid of honor,” Javy said, putting his arm around Natasha’s waist.

“She’s the best maid of honor I could ask for,” You smiled at her.

“Speaking of which, we gotta get going. Can’t be late for your own wedding,” Natasha said and your face faltered.

“Yeah,” You said hoping none of them noticed the change in your demeanor, of course the oldest twin did.

“Alright, let’s get going okay,” Natasha said and the boys nodded, following her out of the room, all except Bob who hung back a second.

“You look amazing,” Bob said, “He would be here, but he just couldn’t see you quite yet.”

“Thank you, Bob,” You said honestly. He kissed your cheek and then left your room.

“You ready?” Natasha asked, coming back into the room. You nodded and grabbed the champagne bottle that was next to you. Natasha watched with wide eyes as you downed the rest of the bottle, “Liquid courage?”

“If I do something dumb, you promise to support me?”

Natasha squinted her eyes at you, “Depends on what dumb thing you’re thinking about doing.”

“We’ll have to see,”

The church was decorated beautifully, white roses and emerald green flowers were mixed in and decorated the altar. Javy sat on Jake’s right and Rooster on the left. Jake’s eyes were locked on his shoes as Billy and his parents made their way down the aisle. Rooster nudged him as your mom and brother made their way down the aisle. Your mom sent Jake a warm smile, making his heart beat faster in his chest. The look in her eyes was one that Jake had seen far too often.

‘That should be you.’

“What if I stop the wedding?” Jake asked Javy.

“Don’t even think about it Jacob,” Javy whispered harshly.

“You saw how unhappy she is!”

“She’s nervous, it’s her damn wedding day!” Javy snapped.

“Stop, Natasha is walking down,” Bob said noticing his WSO walking down with your fiancé’s brother. Natasha winked at the boys, as she took her spot right next to wear you would stand at the alter.

Jake’s heart fell to his ass as he heard that oh-so-familiar wedding march and everyone stood up, to look to the back of the church. The doors opened Jake’s breath caught in his throat. You were breathtaking, the dress hugging your body perfectly. Jake couldn’t help but wish that was for him. Your eyes were locked on Billy, as tears left his eyes. You had tried to dig deep in your heart and remember why you were going to marry him, but everything was drawing up a blank. The aisle felt like it was miles long, and you hated everyone’s eyes on you. When you got to the end of the aisle, Billy stepped down to take you from your father.

“Who gives this woman, to this man?” The priest asked.

“Her mother, and I,” Your dad said. He turned to you and hugged you, “Jake is here,” You went to move your head to look for him but your dad kept you from moving, “Make the right choice,” You nodded and kissed his cheek before pulling back and stepping up on the altar.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you maybe be seated,” The priest said and You handed Natasha your bouquet, your eyes searching the crowd of people, and finally landing on those familiar brown eyes, “Welcome, we are gathered here today to witness the symbolic ceremony of love between these two young people, Y/N M/N L/N and Billy Fritz Avalon. Is there anybody who believes that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,”

Y/N closed her eyes and waited for someone to say something. Jake was about to stand before Javy grabbed his arm and held him down. He looked at his wingman with wide eyes, but the boy just shook his head and pointed toward you. Jake looked at you and locked eyes with him, as the priest was reading some passage about marriage and what it means in the Bible. Jake could read it in your eyes, you were really going through with this. Jake saw his window of opportunity finally close and the stages of grief started settling in his chest. He leaned back against the pew and tried to keep from crying.

“Billy, do you take Y/N, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at her side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and health, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish her always until the moment of your last breath?”

“I do,” Billy said giving your hand a squeeze.

“Y/N,” The priest said, basically startling you, “Do you take Billy, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at his side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and death, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish him always until the moment of your last breath?”

You looked at the priest and then at Billy, “I…,” You quickly glanced over to Jake, whose green eyes were locked on you. You swallowed and looked back at Billy, “I-”

“No,” A voice from the crowd spoke. You snapped your head towards the audience, seeing Jake standing up and the look of shock on everyone’s face.

“Hangman, what the,” Billy asked, dropping your hands and turning towards him.

“You never wanted to get married in a Church,” Jake said, pushing past Rooster and Bob, to stand in the middle of the aisle, “You said the church of Elvis was fine, but nothing like. . . this,” Jake gestured around, “You want the wedding where you wake up and say ‘let’s get married’. You want to eat hot dogs and mac’n’cheese in your parents’ backyard and light off fireworks.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as Jake stepped closer to you, and you took a step down from the altar.

“You want to jump off the dock at the lake house in your wedding dress because the lake has good luck in it and you believe in that stuff,” Jake licked his lips, “This isn’t you. . .” You nodded and Jake wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, “What do you say? Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please,” You said, as you grabbed Jake’s hand. The church erupted in chaos as the two of you ran towards the doors.

“The hell did you say to her!?” Your mom asked your father, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“I just told her to make the right choice,” Your dad said smugly, “Never liked Buster anyway.”

“It’s Billy!”

You and Jake were bursting with laughter as you sprinted to his car. Jake had helped gather your dress in the car, before shutting the door carefully and jumping into the driver’s seat. Neither of you guys said anything as you drove away from the church. You weren’t sure where you were driving to, and it honestly didn’t matter. You looked over at Jake, who had a smile on his face as he grabbed your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

But suddenly, the fate of the decision hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Stop the car,” You said.

Jake looked over at you, “What?”

“Stop the damn car!” You yelled. Jake complied and pulled the car over, putting it in park. You got out instantly, running towards the woodline, the soft rain falling on you. Jake watched as you tried to catch your breath. He walked to the other side of his BMW, and leaned against the passenger door as you paced.

“I ran away,” You said eyes wide. You turned to face him, “I just ran away from the altar!”

“Yes, you did,” Jake nodded.

“A-and because of you!” You yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said, honestly. Guilt was swimming in his green eyes as you looked at him. He looked as bad as you felt. His suit was wrinkled, his hair slightly a mess from running his hands through it, his five o’clock shadow settling on his face.

“Why? Why did it take you so long?” You asked and Jake looked at you.

“I was scared,” He admitted, “I was scared of coming back and ruining what you had built. You went back to education, got your degree, you’re living your dream, and I…. I didn’t want to get in the way again.”

You shook your head and walked up to him. You grabbed his hand, “Dance with me,”

Jake nodded and turned up the car radio. The sweet sound of Aretha Franklin’s Natural Woman’ filled your eardrums. Jake grabbed you softly and pulled you into him as he swayed with you in the moonlight. You guys lost track of time, as one song faded into the other, and you were both soaked, your dress was ruined.

“Your dress,” Jake said, looking at the dirty train, “I’m sorry, I’ll pay,”

“No, don’t worry about it,” You said and placed your hands on Jake’s face.

Jake’s rough hands carefully gripped the side of your face and pulled his lips against yours. For the first time in nearly 2 years, you were feeling his lips on yours again. You pulled him against you, wanting him to never let you go. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. You two didn’t say anything, but you didn’t have to. It was clear, you had made the right choice.

“Marry me,” Jake said and you looked up at him. He reached into his wet suit jacket and pulled out the blue box, “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, I had this stashed away for the perfect moment but I just got scared. I didn’t want you to put your dreams on the back burner for me, so I let you go.”

“Jake, you dumbass,” You said, “You are my dream.”

“You’re mine too, I can’t believe I almost lost you to-”

“Shh, you have me now.”

“Marry me, please?” Jake asked getting down on one knee. You smiled and tackled him to the ground. He landed with a thud and laughed as he kissed you passionately. You pulled back and slid the ring that was already on your finger, and replaced it with the one Jake had for you, “Looks better.”

“Much better.” You said kissing him again.

3 weeks later, you woke up one morning to a cold bed, but the covers messed up. You looked out the window, seeing the sun shining and making everything glow warmly. You stretched and headed down to your kitchen, where Jake was already making dinner. You greeted him with a kiss and sat down at the table to eat the vegan pancakes he had made.

“We should get married today,” Jake suggested, “Javy got ordained online a couple of months ago and has been itching to use it.”

“My dad’s got a new dinner recipe he wants to try.” You said sipping your orange juice.

“Then it’s settled,” Jake smiled, “Let’s get married today,”

And that’s exactly what you two did. You sent out a text message for everyone to be at your house by 6 for your wedding. Nobody questioned It, knowing this was exactly what you and Jake wanted. Everyone gathered in your backyard, dressed causally for a summer backyard wedding. Jake stood barefoot in the grass as he waited for you to walk out of the house, in a simple white maxi sun dress. Javy was living for this moment to be the official of a wedding, and what better than to be one at his best friend’s wedding?

“Now, we can actually do this right this time,” Javy said winking at you.

“Jake, do you take Y/N-“

“Yes,” Jake said interrupting his brother.

“I have to say the speech, Jacobl,” Javy scolded and everyone chuckled, “Y/N, do you take Jake-“

“I do!” You answered by doing the same.

“You guys are so impatient,” Javy smiled, “Well, by the power vested in me by some officiating website and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jake, you may now kiss your bride,”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,”

You giggled as Jake smashed his lips against yours. Cheers were let out from your family as he dipped you and sealed the deal with a kiss. He set you back on your two feet and grabbed your hand, walking you down the makeshift aisle, finally as husband and wife.

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literatifanatic · 21 days

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jess mariano rant

FIRST AND FOREMOST can we talk about how no one remembers that jess's mom literally sent him to an uncle he'd never met because she "couldn't handle him" and how he was just expected to say it was it is and move the fuck on like he didn't just leave his home, friends, and everything he ever knew and im speaking from experience because I've moved like 6 times and hated my parents each time for it because it's the worst experience and ESPECIALLY when everyone in the town already hates you because you look a certain way and he was fucking 17 like guys any teenager with family issues would act like that tf?? and he didn't even do anything THAT bad because i know for sure if rory and Lane had stolen money from taylor for shits and giggles lorelai would've defended her and SPEAK OF THE FUCKING DEVIL lorelai hated jess so much for absolutely no reason other than the fact that (AGAIN A TEENAGER WITH TRAUMA) said something mean to the queen of stars hollow and obviously we all know that she hated him because she WAS him but even that i dont agree with 100% because jess had it so so SO incredibly worse, like no father, mother who married so many guys and divorced and lost all of their money and house which probably made them homeless A LOT of times like lorelai obviously had family issues but jess had it worse so she can't really act like she gets him because she doesn't.

and everyone likes to bring up the fact that he got mad when she wouldn't have sex with him and he literally didn't???? what show are you watching tf and his character development UGH ITS SO GOOD the high school drop out whom known has ever believed in is probably the most successful person in his whole family and that's why ladies and gentlemen (i still have so much more to say but i cant write it because my brain is faster than I type) jess mariano is the best character and best everything in the show

#jess mariano #rory gilmore #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #liz danes #luke danes #literati #truncheon books #I love jess mariano #i wish men like him existed #anyway #idk what else to tag #bye bye #I dont think anyone is gonna read this #but #whatever #yolo

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munchmemes · 10 days

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taylor swift lyrics, ttpd: the anthology edition, part one

the black dog

▸ i am someone who, until recent events, you shared your secrets with. ▸ your location, you forgot to turn it off. ▸ i just don't understand how you don't miss me. ▸ old habits die screaming. ▸ i move through the world with the heartbroken. ▸ i may never open up the way i did for you. ▸ do you hate me? was it hazing? ▸ now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes and hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons even if i die screaming. ▸ i hope it's shitty.

imgonnagetyouback

▸ you did your research, you knew the price going in. ▸ i can tell when somebody still wants me. come clean. ▸ i'm gonna get you back. ▸ you'll find that you were never not mine. ▸ i can take the upper hand and touch your body, flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party. ▸ whether i'm gonna flip you off or pull you into a closet, i haven't decided yet. ▸ even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you. ▸ i hate you but i love you just the same. ▸ pick your poison. i'm poison either way.

the albatross

▸ cross your thoughtless heart. ▸ one bad seed kills the garden. ▸ they tried to warn you about me. ▸ devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger. ▸ you're in terrible danger. ▸ i've been there too and none of it matters. ▸ i was sleeping soundly when they dragged me from my bed. ▸ the devil that you know looks now more like an angel. ▸ i'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger.

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

▸ i loved you the way that you were. ▸ you needed me but you needed drugs more and i couldn't watch it happen. ▸ i changed into goddesses, villains and fools, changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you. ▸ cooler in theory but not if you force it to be. ▸ will i always wonder?

how did it end?

▸ come one, come all. it's happening again. ▸ i'll tell no one except all of my friends. ▸ how did it end? ▸ lost the game of chance, what are the chances? ▸ guess who we ran into at the shops. ▸ didn't you hear they called it all off? ▸ my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree, d-y-i-n-g. ▸ i can't pretend like i understand.

so high school

▸ i feel so high school every time i look at you. ▸ tell me about the first time you saw me. ▸ your friends are around so be quiet. ▸ are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? ▸ no one's ever had me, not like you. ▸ touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto. ▸ you knew what you wanted and you got me. ▸ i'm hearing voices, like a madman.

i hate it here

▸ quick, quick. tell me something awful. ▸ tell me all your secrets. ▸ all you'll ever be is my eternal consolation prize. ▸ i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what. ▸ i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here. ▸ nostalgia is a mind's trick. ▸ i'm lonely but i'm good. ▸ i'm bitter but i swear i'm fine. ▸ this place made me feel worthless.

thank you aimee

▸ all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something. ▸ i can't forgive the way you made me feel but i can't forget the way you made me heal. ▸ it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill. ▸ i built a legacy that you can't undo. ▸ there wouldn't be this, if there hadn't been you. ▸ maybe you've reframed it and in your mind you never beat my spirit black and blue. ▸ i don't think you've changed much.

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jessource · 10 days

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prompts:　ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.

your location, you forgot to turn it off.

the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.

if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.

i move through the world with a broken heart.

they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.

don't want money, just someone who wants my company.

say it once again with feeling.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

we here-by conduct the post portem.

what doesn't kill you makes you awake.

they tried to warn you about me.

i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.

i feel so high school every time i look at you.

I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.

one bad seed kills the garden.

when the truth comes out, it's quiet.

you see, i was a debutante in another life.

you have a favorite spot on the swing set.

the empathetic hunger descends.

i'm addicted to the 'if only'.

he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

way to go, tiger.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.

i don't think you've changed much.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

they set my life in flames.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i loved you the way that you were.

you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.

i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.

you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.

how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.

this place made me feel worthless.

i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.

quick, quick. tell me something awful.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

Buried down deep

out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.

splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

old habits die screaming.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

in my fantasies, i rise about it.

forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.

if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?

behind her back, her best mates laughed.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.

she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.

i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.

were you makin' fun of me?

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.

does it feel alright to now know me?

excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

life was always easier on you.

tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.

it wasn't a fair fight.

if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.

are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.

one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.

i'm hearing voices like a madman.

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

but i can't forget the way you made me heal.

they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.

wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.

now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

i'm gonna get you back.

push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.

i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.

i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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Hey elora, I’m pretty new to your blog but I have read parts 1 & 2 of “ late bloomer” and let’s just say I can’t wait to continue on to part 3 because that’s how beautifully written 1 & 2 were<3😽. So I was wondering, can I request an eddie munson x fem!reader fic based on the song “daylight” by Taylor Swift please if that’s okay? Also by any chance can it include smut and fluff as well? (if your comfortable with that of course;)

hello my love! this ask completely warmed my heart when i read it, i really wanted to make this one-shot special, it's got a bit of everything from angst, fluff, and smut

prompt: based off the song 'daylight' by taylor swift as well as a few others (eddie munson x afab!reader)

word count: 5.3K

warning: mentions of reader being taken advantage of, smut (18+), fluff, angst, please message me if i forgot anything!

requests are open! (i really enjoyed doing ones based off music)

You had a reputation, one that didn’t reflect you truly, but that rang through your ears as you walked the hallways of Hawkins High. In the depths of your senior year, trying to escape into the real world for a fresh start. Maybe meet a guy, settle down, pop out some kids. Mundane things that would break you free of the judgment of your youth. Your youth, God, so short yet too long. When you were growing up, you dreamed of being 18 and meeting your prince charming, getting married when you graduated. On your 18th birthday, you recalled this memory as you sat alone in the kitchen eating leftover birthday cake, laughing at your dwindling optimism. Your reputation felt like a chokehold, your face becoming blue with the force of others, completely at their disposal.

Only a few more months until the stage would be left in a disarray of caps, but now you were in math class, sitting in the back. Consumed by your own thoughts, you attempted to shut everyone out, their glaces and whispers. They mentioned the rumor. The damn rumor that was the nail in the coffin for your high school career, taken out of context from sources who didn’t even care for you. You breathed deep, directing your focus to the board until a piece of crumpled paper hit your pencil. You opened it to see a drawing of that moment last weekend, where you believed the guy who had said he loved you and was going to be there, turned out to be a liar.

The moment would forever be ingrained in your mind through memory and art work, your underwear that he stole after you agreed to perform oral. On your knees after reassurance, how beautiful you were and how special you were. After he used your throat, he shoved those hands to your waist, cheekily grabbing the fabric. You assumed it was a joke, maybe a sexually driven attempt of claim, but you thought he loved you. He had been talking to you for a few weeks, driving you home, kissing your cheek and lips with caution. The next thing you knew he was gone, going to the party down the block where you trailed behind him. Walking in, you discovered him holding them as a flag, most of the senior class snickering at your embarrassment. The rumors of being promiscuous began in freshman year, despite being a virgin when it first started. You had let your guard down for him, but as he chanted insults at you, bile rose in the same throat he had used for his own pleasure.

You realized you were still in math class, your eyes meeting his friends’ as they smirked, cupping their hands to their mouth, back and forth. You got up, running out despite the teacher's questions, you could even hear the words of triumph leave their mouths as you ran down the hall. Tears blurred your vision, but you knew the way to the woods that surrounded the school, only stopping when the trees blocked any reminiscence of the school.

“Dammit!” You screamed, voice choking on tears midway through, sliding down the tree. You looked at the smut drawing of your underwear, the note that called you every name they could think of, and yet, your eyes stayed there. Rereading the scribbled message as if it would change what happened, but it wouldn’t, not the countless knives tucked between your shoulder blades. You were the town joke, a modern day jezebel that would wreck havoc on the purity of Hawkins just because a few men convinced you to trust them. A victim to naiveness and the perversion of men.

“Hey, you okay? I heard a scream and-” You heard a male voice ask, your bloodshot eyes shooting up fast that put an end to his words, standing up to brace yourself to run. Eddie Munson.

It was no secret most of the town despised Eddie Munson, the infamous ‘cult leader’ who recruited younger classmen into his wicked schemes of dressing up in goofy clothes and playing fantasy games. He had a reputation, one that was severely blown out of proportion, likely due to his lower class background and grunge clothes. Assumptions of him littered Hawkins High School, finding himself stuck within his final year a third time, he could only dream of running out of here. He would come back to visit his Uncle Wayne, the boys in Hellfire, and would spare no time for anyone else. His reputation was burning him, feeling like a red gash constantly being prodded with the eyes of others.

Despite knowing Eddie for years through school, most outcasts had to stand up for each other, you feared his response. You recalled a time you had science with Eddie, being in a more advanced class, and you were thrown in detention for giving a basketball player the finger as he teased Eddie for his clothes. He thanked you with a smile, even walking you to the after school punishment, giving you a fist bump. You gulped as your body shook, not even being able to excuse it for temperature as it was a crisp 85 F. He called your name, taking a step closer while you wiped your own tears.

“Hey Eddie, I’m fine, just a rough day.” You stuttered, hoping to convince him, but he was skeptical. He nodded, shoving his hands in his tight jean pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Okayyy, I was about to smoke a joint if you wanna take a hit?” While you didn’t typically smoke, it wasn’t unfamiliar to you and you needed it today. The anxiety of someone spotting you alone with a boy in the woods crept into your consciousness, but you shoved it back as you walked towards the picnic table located a bit deeper in the forest.

“Alright, ladies first.” He said, handing you the pre rolled joint and a lighter, sitting beside you on the table. You placed it between your lips, lighting the tip and sucking in, holding it for a moment. You released with a cough, hearing Eddie’s laugh beside you as he took it from your fingers. He took a hit with ease, blowing the smoke to the side before looking towards you. He was going to speak before seeing the paper next to your hand, having set it down, and opening it. You were about to protest, but the words pushed their way down to your gut, twisting and turning.

“Well, that's creative.” He mumbled, reading the message, “Who gave this to you?” You looked at your shoes, feeling yourself become more flustered as you looked over the note. “Some boys from math.” You sighed, grabbing the bud without eye contact and took another hit that was significantly longer than the previous. He nodded, shrugging and ripping it up, falling into his lap in small pieces, making you finally look up.

“Fuck ‘em.” He grinned, watching your shoulders relax, a genuine smile finding its way to your face. He took another hit, leg bouncing against the seat. You felt relieved he didn’t ponder on the subject, asking why they said what they did, but you realized he had probably heard. While he wasn’t popular, rumors didn’t discriminate and just as you knew of the rumors that he was possessed, he probably heard the ones that stacked up over 4 years. Silence hung in the air with the smoke, disappearing into the greenery as he stared in the opposite direction.

“It’s not true, just so you know.” You stammered, seeing his thick hair swish to meet his doe eyes, balancing your elbows on your knees. You wondered how anyone could look into those childlike eyes and think he committed acts of evil, but then again, you saw the sparkle of goodness in people who had none to spare. “I know.” He whispered, mimicking your slouched position, “I was there Saturday, could smell that bullshit from a mile away.”

“You were?” You questioned, not really seeing a jock party as his typical scenery, but there was one thing Eddie was good for in their eyes. “Some football player needed weed, asked if I could meet them there, I always overcharge them so I agreed. I was on my way out when you ran off, I, uh, tried going after you, but damn, you can run fast.” He said, making you smile at a moment you thought you could never find amusing, but Eddie had that ability to bring it to light.

“I usually don’t, I was always the last in the mile.” You joked, “But yeah. He’s an asshole, told me all this bullshit about how much he cared about me and how he loved me, just so I would get on my knees for him. We didn’t even sleep together…. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” You sighed, taking another hit to try and calm yourself. You didn’t know why you couldn’t learn. No matter how many boys played you, took what they could and ran, you found Eddie to be trustworthy in this moment.

“Man, what a cunt.” He gritted, a giggle escaping from you that broke the ice, “What! Never heard that word before? You should use it more often, it’s fun.” He grinned, tapping his fingers to his pants, “Seriously though, never let these guys get in your head. What you do is your business, not theirs. They took advantage of your kindness, that’s not your fault.” The words felt so much deeper knowing they came from someone who was rarely serious, being the kind of kid who found joy in disruption and chaos. He could have ran with the initial information, spreading whatever he wanted to amp his own ego. But he didn’t.

“You know, one time someone spread a rumor that I removed a rib to be able to blow myself?” He stated, watching as your expression changed to shock, “Who the hell would believe that!” You gasped, “I don’t know, but they better become doctors so they can make that dream a reality.” He teased, bumping your arm while you rolled your eyes, feeling a calming wave as his skin touched yours. Your inhibitions were wavering as he spoke with sincerity and humor, not being able to tell if it was intentional or not. Whatever the case, you were glad his rambling didn’t end.

You ended up hanging out the whole day and the weeks following, a friendship growing in your weakness, but Eddie made you feel favorable. The notes of torment became less frequent, moving onto the next topic of conversation, but your reputation was upheld by the precedent venom. Eddie didn’t seem to care, not being afraid to walk next to you or speak to you, even offering you a space at the Hellfire table at lunch. You declined, not out of pride, but due to your cluelessness in the realm of Dungeons and Dragons. They were very invested, leaving you out of the loop even when one tried explaining it. You were also hesitant of new friends, interpreting any foul or emotionless look to be one of judgment, so you opted to keep your distance. But after school you would get into Eddie’s beat up van, burning yourself on the hot metal of the belt, and driving to his trailer.

“You know how to play guitar?” He asked, dumbfounded that if you were telling the truth, you hadn’t brought it up yet. You nodded, biting back a smile as he began the dramatics. Eddie wanted everything to be an event, finding an excuse to perform, and your secret of playing the guitar since childhood was one of them. “Well then, you’re playing for me when we get to my place, I’ll let you touch my baby.”

“I must mean a lot to you, Munson!” You responded, surprised that he would let you lay a finger on his guitar that he adored. He nodded, pulling into the trailer park that used to make him ashamed. He felt comfortable within the lot, growing up around the same neighbors who didn’t think much of his outlandish behavior, knowing he was once an awkward kid. You both walked inside, grabbing snacks and drinks to retreat to his bedroom. It had become somewhat of a routine now after you let your guard down, going to his house to relax, do homework, and smoke. The only day where this didn’t happen was Friday’s, those being reserved for his DnD meetings, and the occasional weekend when you had to hang out with your dad.

“Alright, dude, show me what you got.” He taunted, handing you the guitar as you sat on his bed, pulling the covers over your lap. You fiddled with it to get in a comfortable position as he laid on his side, propping up an elbow as he took a bite of chips, the crumbs falling down. You strummed a few cords, thinking of a song you knew well enough to play without sheet music, settling on Hotel California. Only coming out a few years ago, it was a staple in your home. Your dad used to play it at full blast on the radio, doing funny voices to make you laugh, something he never heard enough of. You were close, being just the two of you after your mom walked out when you were in elementary school.

You began softly singing the Eagles classic, playing it timidly while Eddie watched. You were too absorbed in watching the strings to notice his soft gaze. He knew he was falling for you, but he knew he couldn’t. If this was anyone else, he would have just pounced on the opportunity months ago, but this was different. He had always heard of you, choosing to ignore any rumors about anyone due to the fair share of presumptions directed at him, but when he watched you flick off a kid for him, he liked you. It started innocent, just casual glances that you responded warmly to until that day in the forest. He didn’t know it was you until he saw you, stomach twisting at your cries that rang in his ears. Getting to know you was glorious, finding your quirks and exceptionalities, loving each of them. He didn’t let people in either, but you both found each other halfway.

Despite this, he knew it wasn’t a good idea. Not just because of the track record of men, he couldn’t care less about what they had to say, but of what they left behind. A heartbroken girl who put up boundaries and he didn’t want to break her trust. He didn’t want you to doubt the restless nights spent talking about youir futures or the casual hangouts that made your side hurt from laughter. He would never hurt you on purpose, he wanted to treat you better than any of those assholes did, he wanted you to allow yourself to accept the love you deserve. Eddie knew this, he often pondered it after you would walk home, staring at his ceiling and questioning whether the small gestures of fondness were platonic or romantic. Tossing and turning to forget the thoughts of what it would be like to kiss you, place his hands on your hips. However his subconscious was a beast in its own right, crawling into risqué mental images that made his skin crawl in shame.

He had been lulled by your gentle playing, being brought back to reality at your final few notes. You looked up with a coy smile as he started to clap slowly, “Well shit, you should join the band.” You set the guitar back on his stand, lying parallel to him with your own elbow propping you up, grabbing a chip from the foil bag. “Who taught you how to play? It’s pretty impressive.” Eddie said through a full mouth, swallowing sharply and needing to wash it down with the soda he brought in. You watched him sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for the can, but you watched his muscles tense from beneath his thin shirt. You even blushed at the sigh of relief after the cool drink found its way, adjusting yourself to starve off the tension growing between your thighs.

You had started to get feelings for Eddie a few days in, blaming it on vulnerability and your consistent naiveness. You also figured he didn’t see you that way, having seen you at one of your lowest moments and recovering slowly. You wished he would pull you into his chest sometimes, feeling his heartbeat beneath his inked chest as it rose and fell. Eddie brought you a comfort foreign to you, making you feel seen as a person and not a vessel for pleasure or free therapy. He would laugh at your lame jokes, watch sappy romantic comedies when you were upset, or even just driving you in his van. He had a relaxing aura about him, you felt encompassed by his cheap cologne, that he stole from his uncle, and even cheaper cigarettes. You could sometimes smell it on your pillow after he would leave, selfishly breathing in the scent as your mind tried to envision him. Him saying he thought you were amazing, that he thought about you just as much as you thought of him, even tipping towards amoral if you felt sexually frustrated.

As he laid back down, you recalled his question, “My dad wanted to make sure I had solid hobbies to keep me busy while he worked. He also loves the Eagles. I went almost daily, he put me in more lessons when my mom dipped, I must get my luck with relationships from him.” You chuckled, sipping from his drink that you stole from his hand as he playfully glared.

“Yeah well the guys you get with aren’t exactly gems.” He mumbled, fiddling with the loose thread on his blanket, catching your reaction in his peripherals. “You got that right.” You raised the drink for a toast, “Well I would be able to, except someone took my drink.” He intonated, flicking your forehead and stealing his drink back, making you both erupt in childish giggles. Your body rolled slightly when your arm came out from under you, flat against the bed, but Eddie leaned to set the drink down, hovering above you. He looked down, hair engulfing the two of you as the noise quieted. You stared at him, mouth hanging slightly open seeing his brain shuffle with ideas. You weren’t sure what was happening until his mouth met yours, taken a bit back in shock before gliding along with his. The kiss was sweet, his lips were soft and a bit salty from the treat. He abruptly yanked away, standing up, his face appearing worried as yours looked bewildered.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Fuck!” He exasperated, rubbing his palms against his face through embarrassment and shame. He could’ve just wrecked your whole friendship, that trust you had granted him could be snatched back and he’d go back to seeing your face in the hallways in glimpses. Your feet brought you up in front of him, pulling away his hands and looking at him. You saw the candor within his brown iris’, making you smile, leaning to press his forehead against yours and meeting his lips. He froze before his hands cupped your cheeks, almost as if he would let go you would vanish in thin air.

“You’re not like them, Eds.” Your voice hushed as it answered the question that lived in his brain since he met you, not wanting to leave you more broken than before despite his best intentions. “You deserve everything.” He replied in the same tone, thumb stroking one cheek with unwavering eyes. You felt like you could faint at the feeling of honesty, recognizing the look in his eyes was unlike anything you had experienced. It felt like waking up to daylight shining through your windows after months of pitch black skies, golden and dancing across your skin in soothing warmth.

Eddie thought he might faint, fall to the ground and wake up two hours later when you were gone. But he stayed, mouth feeling dry after trying to articulate anything that could further the scenario. You found his nerves cute, he was never one to be at a loss for words, but he had been imagining this for months. He assumed he’d be smug, swooning you and making this the perfect moment for you. But as soon as your lips met, he was in trouble. You placed your palms on his pecks, leaning against him with a stifled laugh, while his hands tentatively went to your hips.

He removed one hand from your hip, using it to tilt your head up before kissing you again. He acted more intent, pulling you in by your waist and neck. His touch made you feel grounded and lightheaded simultaneously, you were convinced if he let go you would disappear. His mouth moved to your neck, kissing lightly down as a small gasp spouted with bliss. He nibbled at your tepid skin, licking over the sore skin and releasing with a lewd sound. He stared at your neck for a moment, thoughts clouding his desires for you.

“Are you sure you want this? We can just watch a movie or something” He breathed, your heart sinking to your stomach at his hesitation. You wondered if he changed his mind, deciding he wasn’t interested and wanting to leave. You waited for his gaze to meet yours as he stood up straighter, towering over you. You nodded, but he kept looking, he wanted a verbal answer. “Yeah, I want this. But I understand if you don’t want what comes with me, I won’t be mad.” The words hit his chest as your voice grew quiet, seeing the hint of fear that he would leave, or even worse, leave after you finished.

With his words falling short, he pulled you to him again, lips meeting yours. His hands grabbed both sides of your face, a whimper muffled in your throat as he articulated every emotion he was feeling into the act. The longing of watching you for months, finding any excuse to see you, to talk to you, to touch you in the most innocent ways that were more enticing than any feeling. He walked you towards his bed, leaning down so you could sit on the mattress. Your fingers met his hair, gently caressing it, feeling so small within his abundance of curls.

“What comes with you is everything I want.” He let out, his breath quick from his heightened emotions, “I haven’t thought of anyone else, but you since I met you. No one holds a candle.” His fingers grazed against the hem of your shirt, placing your grasp over his to encourage the act. He removed his own, watching your body as a faint blush spread across your chest. You both removed your trousers, leaving you both in undergarments, craving the feeling of your skin against the other. You laid down as he sat on his haunches above your thighs, he groaned when your hand rubbed his boxers. He was becoming hard, your mouth watered at the idea of him thrusting down your throat.

You reached a hand behind your back to snap open your bra, sliding it off and onto the pile of clothes. He trailed up your waist, creeping towards your erect breasts, sighing when he grasped them. His tongue stuck out slightly in concentration as if he would recall every mark upon your body. You mewled when he fondled you, watching his pleasure pool against the fabric of his thin underwear. When his name was released in a mewl, he swore he had never been so enchanted by someone. He scooted down between your thighs, kissing your naval and down to where you ached. His lips pressed over your clothed hole, hips buckling as he smiled. He finally pulled down the flimsy material, spreading your legs. He reveled at the sight, only making a move when you altered your position, “Sorry, have to appreciate a gift before you open it, yeah?” He winked as you glanced down, covering your face at his smart mouth.

You had never experienced this sensation, a man's mouth on the part that craved them most, tongue circling your clit. Eddie’s spit and your weeping desire made your skin feel silky, making it easier for him to work you up. He added two fingers into you, the loudest cry bouncing off the walls of his room, your body shaking with the impending orgasm. You never get worked up this fast, usually finding yourself unsatisfied by the end of the night.

“Eddie, please, I wanna come with you.” You pleaded, his fingers continuing to plunge at your pleasure point, “Come for me. This won’t be the last one.” He smirked, your dampness covering his upper lip and chin. You let out a wheeze, trying to regulate your breathing as your legs shook. You clenched your eyes shut, feeling his body hover above yours with his hand still below. “Relax, sweetheart, you’re okay. It feels good doesn’t it?” He cooed as you nodded, a soft cry erupting as you finished, “There’s my girl.” The blinding sensation melted you into the bed, opening your eyes to his kind smile, kissing you again. He stood up to grab a condom from his bedside drawer, pulling down his boxers with a hiss as his manhood sprang free.

“Holy shit.” You whimpered, but Eddie couldn't contain his boisterous chuckle as you blushed. “You know me too well, flattery always wins me over.” He responded, rolling the plastic over his cock, giving it a few tugs. Your bodies were like puzzle pieces as he hovered above you, his tip slipping inside your cunt. His thrusts began shallow, keeping himself focused on your face and your body's responses. As you began to relax, he quickened his rhythm, feeling his balls press all the way in. You whined at the full sensation, tears pricking the corners of your lashes, his thumb swiping them away.

“It’s okay if you need to come, Eds. I usually don’t come at all and I already did.” You sniff, attempting to set up another boundary that he had already busted down. Your history had made you expect the bare minimum or less, the only two guys who had sex with you usually didn’t let you finish at all. So despite the way Eddie played your body as easy as his own guitar, you braced yourself for what you considered the inevitable, but this sparked him. His eyes darkened as he grinned, he knew your failed attempt at self preservation was floundering as he moved inside you. His hand reached your clit again, flinching at the sensitive pressure. He didn’t even have time to refute your statement before you finished again, an angelic sigh trailing into his mouth against yours.

“What was that? Sorry I couldn’t hear you over the noise, must be the wind or something.” He quipped as you giggled, cupping his cheeks to kiss him sweetly. “You think you can hold on so I can finish?” He asked as you nodded, pulling his forehead against yours, “Fuck me hard.” The command was dripping with lust, a string of curses released within a sigh as he grabbed your thigh, allowing him a better angle. He reminded you to let him know if he needed to slow down before filling the room with lewd noises of skin hitting skin.

You practically screamed as your overstimulated center was pounded into, gasping in pain and gratification. He was chasing his own finish, not expecting your hands to find your own clit and his balls. He jerked forward as you multitasked, finding a similar pattern to assist his wearying energy. “You feel so fucking good.” He mumbled, finding it hard to decide between watching your face, your tits bounce, or the way you played with yourself despite the pain. He planted both hands near your face as his thrusts went rapid, releasing into the condom while his mind went blank. The feeling of his warmth seep within the confines of the plastic had you tumbling over a final time, releasing a squeal.

He panted before looking down at your face, tears trickling down your cheeks as your lashes fanned, meeting his attentive gaze. He slid out of your warmth as you choked on emotion filled breath, hand immediately stroking your hair as he hushed you. He peeled off the condom, tossing it in the trash bin across the room and turning to his side. Your hazy eyes made you look even more precious to him as he selfishly took a look at your swollen cunt, reminance of your orgasms dripping out. He couldn’t hold back the moan as he watched your hole pucker at his warm breath, resisting the urge to make you come even more.

He stepped out to grab a wet rag to help clean you up, apologizing if any touches caused discomfort. He pressed kisses up your frame until meeting your mouth again, lips puffy from his eagerness. You looked visibly relaxed beside him, relishing in the peace between the walls of his messy bedroom. Astonished by the revelation of finding friendship too limited to encapsulate everything you felt in that moment, he tucked hair behind your ear, finger trailing against the shell of it.

“I don’t know what I expected, but this is much better.” He sighed, smiling as a cheeky grin splashed across your face. “This is better than seeing Metallica front row, like James Hetfield is great and all, but I could live off of this pussy.” He badgered, your hand smacking his vibrating chest, flustered by his vulgarity.

“You’re so stupid, I thought we were having a moment!” You squeaked as he tickled your sides, thrashing for a moment before he ceased. “We are you, loser!” He quipped, laughter filling the room, naturally trailing out before being replaced with the same comfortable silence that always fell between you. Your eyes were easy to read to him, they always had unless he was overcome by nerves, but now, he was at ease. As if words would be futile devices against the mountain of ignored propensity of affection. You never knew this kind of emotion existed out of Jane Austen novels.

“This is not what I expected love to be like. I thought I figured it out, but I-I didn’t.” You uttered, pulling yourself closer to his tattooed chest. You no longer felt that familiarity of uncomfort or shame, the nagging feeling that at any moment he would walk out of here with your sentiments clutched in his hands, throwing it back at you as you submerged into darkness again. The red hue that surrounded men previously who resulted in anger or the blue of boys who sought your body with little consideration for the voice behind the throat. This was entirely different. The only thing you could feel was warmth, a shimmering kiss of sunlight despite the moon shining down through his broken blinds. The golden essence that surrounded him was exhilarating, making any other emotion feel weak in comparison, that you could write sonnets about the feeling of the pads of his fingers brushing against your face alone.

“I think we’re figuring it out together, nerd.”

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yeonjunszn · 2 years

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every summertime

pairing: sim jake x f!reader

word count: 3.4k

genre: fluff﹒angst

warnings: mature language, childhood best friends to lovers-ish bc well you’ll see, high school!au, non-idol!au

summary: the trials and tribulations of sim jake’s feelings for you, his best friend since he was seven years old, told through multiple summers.

more: this was very loosely based off of my hc from my “enhypen as my favorite tropes” collection. really only the trope was used. ++ which reminds me — i started writing this MONTHS ago, like jan/feb i’m pretty sure 😭 it was supposed to be longer, but i didn’t think it needed to be dragged out any more. i’m satisfied with the way it turned out 🤩

playlist: every summertime — niki, this love — taylor swift, our summer — tomorrow x together, 20cm — tomorrow x together, tfw — enhypen, just a little bit — enhypen

when you were seven, you didn’t understand most things. you were barely learning how to properly read and write, how to count to one hundred, how to color between the lines, and how to tie your shoes. you couldn’t grasp what the concept of love meant. you just knew that you automatically loved your parents and they loved you.

and your best friend in the entire world, sim jaeyun— or, jake.

you met jake in elementary school on the playground. it was the classic sandbox story that most people tell when it comes to reminiscing about how they met their childhood friend. he had been playing by himself and you wondered why that was, especially since the sandbox was usually a very popular spot during recess time.

so you made your way over to him and introduced yourself, giving small seven year old jake the firmest handshake you could manage. he accepted you warmly, the smile on his face so endearing it felt as if you’d known him your entire life. it was odd to feel such a way at a young age, but you were okay with it if it meant you got to have a new friend.

after that day, you and jake stayed attached at the hip. everywhere he went, so did you, following each other around like lost puppies. there were obviously a few occasions when you couldn’t hang out, and your parents recall the way both of you sulked, missing your partner in crime.

one afternoon during the summer before third grade, you’d been playing in his backyard. you enjoyed pretending to be a princess while he pretended he was your knight in shining armor, saving you from danger. you remember sitting inside his treehouse with him, a plastic tiara on your head and a cup of apple juice in your hand. he was standing beside you, his arms crossed like he was your own personal bodyguard.

you poked his knee and offered him some juice, to which he happily sipped. with his signature boyish grin, he wipes away the remnants on his upper lip with the back of his hand and looks down at you.

“one day, me and you will have our own really big house and i can protect you for real!” jake exclaimed, striking a silly superhero pose. you giggle at his attempt to be cool.

“we have to get married first, jakey,” you say pointedly. “only people who are married live together. like our mommies and daddies.”

“hmm, okay! then we will get married!” he decides, plopping himself down so he can drink more of your juice. you nod excitedly in agreement, holding out your cup to him.

all throughout the rest of your years in elementary school, it remained like this. two peas in a pod, two halves of the same whole. someone wanted to talk to you? they had to talk to jake too. he had a doctors appointment? you tagged along and held his hand.

by the time middle school began, you’d both changed only slightly. just a little bit older, your habits didn’t completely die out. jake made some new friends and so did you, but that wasn’t the end of the world. you still walked home together from school, planned something every weekend, and then forced your friend groups to combine.

people could only separate the real world equivalent of peanut butter and jelly for so long.

this was when jake met three members of what would be his long term friend group; lee heeseung, park jongseong (jay), and park sunghoon. sunghoon and jay were the same age as you while heeseung was a year older. you also met your own two friends, chai soomin and sun yoonah.

“jake,” heeseung starts, wiping away sweat from his forehead. “why are you always with y/n? i think this is the first time in months we’ve hung out with just the guys.”

the brunette places his foot on top of the soccer ball to stop it from rolling. he furrows his brows at his friend’s question. “what do you mean?”

“it’s not really a bad thing, we’re just curious why you’re practically glued to each other.” jay adds before gulping down the rest of his water.

“oh— uh— i don’t know. she was my first real friend, i guess, and we’ve always just clicked. we grew up together, y’know? no one understands me better than she does.” he explains.

he saw where they were coming from. it was nearing the beginning of their high school careers and it wouldn’t be the best for his reputation to be synonymous with you. it wasn’t meant to be mean in any way, but if he ever wanted to get a girlfriend, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate having you constantly in the mix.

fortunately, he never really cared about superficial things like that. you were more important to him. thirteen year old sim jake had his priorities straight.

fourteen year old sim jake was a different story, however.

the summer right before high school, he finally noticed just how much you’d grown since you were little kids. your features and other aspects of yourself had matured right in front of his eyes and he hadn’t even realized it.

he remembered being so excited about going to school with heeseung again, blabbering about it all with sunghoon and jay. but now he wasn’t so sure that he was ready for everyone else to see you too. he wanted to hide you away and not allow any other male to bestow upon your beauty, like you were a fragile vase.

while jake was extremely smart, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he felt like this. he thought maybe he was just worried you’d replace him once you were thrown into a bigger body of water. high school was like a sea compared to the pond that was middle school. and if he was lucky, he’d hold on until university— which was an entire ocean.

“hey, you okay?” your voice interrupts his internal suffering. he also realizes the music you’d been listening to had paused, the earphones you’d been sharing playing nothing. he blinks, forcing the biggest smile he can muster.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”

you shrug, pondering it for a moment, but ultimately fall short. you return to reading the book in your hands, putting your earphone back in and reaching into the bowl between the two of you for a grape. with your focus off of him, he takes a minute to stare and get a good look at you. he’s seen you in this setting numerous times— probably more than he could count on both hands— but this one feels different. the soundtrack of your favorite k-drama filling the background amplifies everything. the grass of his backyard appears greener than usual. the fibers of the blanket beneath you feel softer under his fingertips. the sound of the birds chirping is louder, almost ringing in his ears. the sunlight makes your skin glow.

and then he gets it.

now he understood why you were so special to him. why you were more important than superficial things. he understood why he wanted you all to himself. why he felt like you were such a fragile vase.

he was terrified.

it was halfway through your first year of high school that you started being more confident in your skin. you shared your first kiss with some random boy behind the school and it absolutely sucked. you both had no idea what you were doing and he accidentally bumped your forehead really hard with his own when he was leaning in. you didn’t quite get why jake seemed so upset after you told him about it. you figured he just felt sorry for you.

it didn’t matter anyways, because with heeseung’s seniority and popularity, the other boys quickly became heartthrobs themselves at belift high. soomin, yoonah and yourself were considered it girls, too. it helped that you were already friends with the most sought after guys in the whole school.

when the summer rolled around, everyone was different in one way or another.

heeseung was going into his third and final year of high school, while the rest of you were going into your second. you could tell how much he transformed since middle school. it was no wonder why everyone either wanted him or wanted to be him. it struck you like lightning when you came to your senses and registered why you started to stare at him more and more. of course you’d developed a silly crush.

one day, the seven of you were at jay’s house utilizing his huge underground pool to cool down in the heat of the summer sun. while you and the girls were getting ready, you tried on numerous bathing suits until you came across the cutest one you owned to catch his eye, a white bikini with a slight shimmer to the material. soomin and yoonah were losing their minds, so sure that heeseung would do the same when he saw you.

the two of them were playing chicken with sunghoon and jay in the pool and you were sunbathing on a lounge chair, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose to hide the way you were ogling heeseung’s bare chest every now and then. he jumped out of the pool, laughing at the dramatic way yoonah fell backwards into the water. you felt hearts in your eyes at the sight of his brown tresses dripping onto his broad shoulders, his skin glowing.

he pushes his hair back and walks over to where you’re laying, plopping himself on the edge of the chair. you pretend to ignore him for about five minutes before he decides to physically get your attention. he stands over you, shaking his hair similarly to a dog.

“hee!” you jump up, goosebumps littering your body from the droplets that landed on you. he laughs at your reaction, nearly falling over.

“you weren’t looking at me. i needed to get you to somehow.” he shrugs, his signature smile appearing. the one that could rival the brightest of stars. if you were stupid, you’d think he was being polite. but you were not. and you’ve been flirted with plenty of times to know that that’s exactly what he’s doing. you slide your sunglasses down just enough so he could see your eyes and blink up at him.

“how do you know i wasn’t?”

your response catches him off guard, but his smile doesn’t waver. he returns to his spot at the edge of your chair, one leg on either side as he scoots toward you, your own curled up to your chest. he pushes the sunglasses up on top of your head. “are you flirting with me?”

“maybe.” you purse your lips and raise your shoulders, reciprocating his earlier action. heeseung laughs again, not as loud as the first one, but a sweet laugh that erupts butterflies in your stomach. he leans back onto his hands.

“you’re something else, l/n y/n.”

from inside the house, jake watches the entire interaction with a strong urge to clutch at his heart like it’s been torn in two. he knows he has no right to be upset, it’s not like you were his girlfriend or anything and neither of the guys were aware of his feelings for you. so all he could do was this; sit on the sidelines while you fell for someone who wasn't him.

you and heeseung start dating a couple weeks later.

the rest of your friends adjust to the relationship pretty quickly. (except for jake; he still had a hard time getting used to you holding heeseung’s hand and the two of you parading your relationship around everywhere.)

when school starts back up, things are pretty much the same. girls watch with envy as heeseung walks you to and from classes, leaving lingering kisses on your cheeks or the corner of your mouth.

the sight never fails to make jake’s chest feel tighter, constricting almost, and he has to find alternate routes to get to his own classes just to avoid the pda. while he’d like to support you, he knows seeing it for himself only hinders the ability to quell the ache in his heart.

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“why didn’t you ever tell her, dude?” sunghoon asks through his mic.

“i-i don’t know,” jake gulps, forcing his emotions back down his throat. the pair were playing some video game together when the topic of his feelings towards you surfaced. “i didn’t want to make it weird, i guess. but it’s not like it matters anyways. she was clearly preoccupied thinking about heeseung all along.”

his friend hums on the other side of the mic, adjusting his headset. “you’re not giving her enough credit, you know? things might be different right now had you confessed a long time ago.”

he breathes heavily through his nose, sunghoon’s words resonating in his ears. maybe he was right. maybe he could’ve been on the phone with you instead of the boy had he said something to you way back when. but he was already almost a year too late and he’d have to accept that fact.

“jake?” your voice filters through his phone speaker and immediately he can tell something’s wrong. there’s a sniffle at the end of his name and he can hear the slight unease in each syllable. he’s been there too many times to not know you’d been crying.

he rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up, switching on his bedside lamp. “hey, what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“um—“ you pause and sniffle again. “h-heeseung and i just broke up.”

very deep down inside, a part of himself is jumping for joy. but the bigger part was just as hurt as you, upset that you were going through this. he exhales in an almost exaggerated fashion and runs a hand through his hair. “do you want me to come get you?”

“y-yes.”

and that’s all the confirmation he needed to slip on a hoodie and some shoes, driving over to your house. he didn’t care that it was two in the morning, he’d always drop anything and everything for you. that’d been the case since he met you.

when he pulls up, his heart wrenches at the sight of you sitting on the front steps of your house waiting for him, slippers on your feet and a hood pulled over your head. the streaks of makeup on your cheeks weren’t subtle either. you looked so empty— a sight he hadn’t seen since your childhood dog passed away in middle school.

you slide into the passenger seat, pulling your knees up to your chest and staring out of the windshield ghost-like. jake swallows thickly. “where do you wanna go?”

“anywhere. please.” your tone is hollow but desperate at the same time.

he just nods and puts the car in drive, no destination in particular on his mind. he wants to ask what happened, what went wrong because he was so sure the two of you were a perfect couple. to be fair, you never came to him if you had relationship problems. he assumes his friendship with heeseung had everything to do with that. but it just further confused him as to why you were now. yoonah and soomin were capable of handling this, weren’t they?

“he’s leaving for school at the end of the summer and he thinks us being together would make his transition to university too difficult,” you eventually say after thirty minutes of silence. “i don’t blame him for not wanting to go into college with a girlfriend who’s still in high school, but i just thought maybe he loved me enough to try to work through it.”

“y/n—” he starts, his eyes still trained on the road out of fear that he’d crash if he turned and saw the pain on your features.

“maybe i’m just stupid,” you sigh, interrupting whatever he was planning on saying. “it was naive of me to think that in the first place. it’s not like we were together for an entire year or anything.”

it’s that subtle belittling towards yourself that has him pulling over on the side of the road and switching on his hazards without a second thought. your eyes widen as they meet his, an unreadable intensity swimming inside the chocolate brown staring back at you.

“don’t you dare say that ever again,” he commands with a deep set frown. “you’re not stupid. you’re human. if anyone is stupid in this situation, it’s heeseung for letting go of the best thing that has ever happened to him. i don’t care if he’s my friend, you always come first. and i’ll be damned if i sit here and listen to you talk that way about yourself because he was too much of an idiot to see what he’s gonna miss out on while he’s gone. it’s his fucking loss. you’re perfect the way you are—”

his own eyes mimic yours, as if he’s said too much, and his lips snap shut. you think that’s the most jake has said to you all at once in the past year. it was a lot to process, an overwhelming amount of words barreling at you full speed before they hit you like a train.

it all clicks together instantaneously after that.

the way he never hesitated to put you above anyone or thing. the way he trusted you with all there was to know about himself, his insecurities and his passions. the way the corners of his mouth curled upwards just a bit more than usual when you were in the room. the way he made you feel secure from day one — even if you were seven.

and the barely-there-but-still-present distance between you ever since you began dating heeseung. the sharp looks he sent in the other male’s direction when he thought you weren’t paying attention. the hint of sadness behind all of his smiles when he was around the two of you.

jake was in love with you.

your brain flips and turns, wracking itself to figure out why you never discovered this sooner. you think back to the summers in elementary school, in his treehouse. that warm afternoon before third grade and the promise that he would marry you someday to ensure he’d always protect you. that summer day in his backyard, sitting on that blanket with him, continuing to read your romance novel despite the heat threatening to bloom on your cheeks from the unprompted attention he was giving you. you should’ve known then, he was quite literally telling you without saying the words.

and if the unbridled adoration in his eyes was anything to go by, the feeling never went away.

your lips part at the flutter in your stomach when your mind finally catches up to you. jake’s gaze flickers down for a second that you might’ve missed had your focus not been on him the entire time. you don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours since the last words were spoken, but you don’t mind the silence. it’s thick with tension, but somehow comfortable at the same time.

it’s too much and too little to comprehend all at once. and he knows you know now. you have him in the palm of your hand, wrapped around your finger without even trying. so he leans in and reaches out, cupping your face gently.

you involuntarily relax into his touch, a sigh of what sounds like relief escaping you. “jake—”

“shhh,” he coos, caressing your skin with his thumb. “we don’t have to talk about it right now.”

your heart overpowers your head at that moment. you don’t know if it’s because you know that he loves you in a non-platonic way or if it’s because he’s treating you so tenderly despite the fact that you were crying over his best friend not that long ago.

you press your lips to the heel of his palm softly, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, pulling it into your lap. “i’m sorry it took me this long to realize. but thank you, for being so patient. please keep doing so.”

he gives you a small smile, pushing down your hood and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a nod. “of course. i’ll hold out for you forever if i have to. you’re worth the wait.”

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jake #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen jaeyun #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun fluff #sim jake #sim jake x reader #sim jake fluff #jake sim #jake sim x reader #yeonjunszn

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Broken hearts pt 3

Summary: Yn and Andy barber were friends since middle school they did everything together until andy ask yn out on a date in high school They both were in love everyone was jealous of their relationship more the popular girls in school but what will happen when yn enter Andy’s room to see him and Laurie naked in the bed, years later they both got invited to the reunion where they see each other again, what will happen when Andy try to get back with her, when yn doesn’t want anything with him again

Pairing: Andy barber x reader

Note: I chose this song since it will go better with the summary and this part also

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Yn wasn’t sure if she was ready to go back to the school no plus seeing her ex with his wife ( yn didn’t knew they both were divorced) , yn called her friend and ask her if she was going and If she can help her find a dress and high heels, well they were getting ready andy on the other hand was so nervous and seeing yn again he didn’t know how to approach her or say something.

Andy had left a note to Jacob saying that he will go to a reunion and that he left food for him, on his way he stop by the store to get some chocolates for yn even tho he didn’t knew how she will react after so long. Yn had done her makeup, her hair and dress looking all good and shit “ yfn do u think this is a lot “ “ofc not u look amazing, u have to stop being all negative yn “ “ u right let’s go now”

( ur outfit,makeup,hair)

At the school reunion

Andy was talking to his friends about his life and career on how he had a son that he was proud at

His friend: so Andy any news about ur ex lover

Andy: nah really idk if she is married or has children

His friend: well she is single tho and doesn’t have children, all ik that she is a teacher at this high school

Andy: oh

Andy acted like he didn’t knew when he does do to u being his son teacher, Andy and his friends were still talking until his friend saw u , they looked all surprised in seeing how hot u look.

His friend: well andy I think it’s ur luck day look who show up

Andy turn around a saw u all beautiful, how that dress hugs ur curves, one of Andy friends called u over while u look up u saw Andy all those memories come back to u , good ones ,bad ones ,and sad ones.

Yn: hi everyone, Andy

Andy felt her voice all cold and he didn’t like that, Andy’s friend have left him with u alone to talk but yn didn’t want to that she just walk away. Andy panicking he grab ur hand and told u how sorry he was for everything he has done.

Andy: yn wait, I just wanted to tell u that I’m sorry I been trying to tell u since high school but no one knew where u were

Yn: andy I don’t need to hear u talking about this

Andy: I’m sorry I was just wondering if I can have another chance with u

Yn: no andy, u broke me in little pieces and now u think u going to get back with me.

Andy all sad and brokers knew it was truth he never wanted to broke u.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x original female character #chris evans #ynn #andy barber x reader #andy barber imagine #andy barber #chris evans series #fanfic #Spotify

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[cis woman & she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ESME MAXWELL]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MEGHANN FAHY]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [VETERINARIAN]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [PERFECTIONIST] and your favorite song is [CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS BY TAYLOR SWIFT]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS].

NAME: Esme Maxwell GENDER: Female, she/her DATE OF BIRTH: September 21st SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual GENDER: Female PROFESSION: Veterinarian

Esme Maxwell would like to think her family was perfect but she would only be lying to herself. Being raised by an ex-socialite of a mother who married a man that didn’t come from the same background made family dinners more awkward when she was forced to attend dinner with her mother’s side of the family, she was always reminded by her mother that she was a miracle child, considering the fact her mother wasn’t able to conceive a child throughout their marriage. After adopting a daughter and had few years of blossoming into a family they always wanted, it wasn’t until Mrs. Maxwell began feeling ill that she let curiosity get the best of her to take a pregnancy test which all came out positive. Nine months later, Esme was brought into this world screaming out her lungs. Esme was used to being pampered by her parents who were always thankful about their daughter coming into the world. As Esme grew older, she still didn’t feel like she could connect with her older sister whom she looked up too and always played her toys with, the little girl observed how her mother tend to overreact over her then her older sister but didn’t ask questions.

High school was tough, from having to embrace the brace life after sixth grade to beginning of freshman high school; Esme was constantly in the shadow of her older sister who seemed like nothing can stop her. Even the guys in her class had crushes on her while Esme was still having trouble filling into her own shoes on trying to become beautiful like her older sister, even though she knew that they weren’t blood related, she couldn’t help but question when she wouldn’t be the second choice in people’s eyes. It wasn’t hard when she was involving herself into ballet and taking piano lessons, something that was complete opposite that her parents wanted to involve the girl. High school became a battle field on where to fit in when she found herself trying out for cheerleading and getting on the team after try outs, Esme felt like she finally found herself with the other girls who cooed over her moves thanks to her flexibility. When she was seventeen, she finally got herself into a relationship with her longtime childhood crush, everything was almost perfect until he came out to her that he was actually gay, Esme was a little heartbroken at first but became extra supportive for her boyfriend that turned into an ex after junior year.

The youngest Maxwell got her act together and applied for colleges out of state after deciding on becoming a vet. Not exactly her ideal job her mother wanted for her daughter. Mrs. Maxwell actually had hopes that Esme would become a socialite just like she had before giving it all up for her marriage with Esme’s father. Esme on the other hand didn’t really care much for that life style, sure she enjoyed the luxury of buying things and flaunting them around but to become a trophy house wife made her ill at the thought. After getting accepted into a good college, Esme studied her ass off with accomplishing her goals into becoming a successful veterinarian. She dealt with some bumps along the way from messing around with a married professor to getting herself hitched from Vegas. Esme college years was filled with stressful situations that her mother had her bury and never bring up in the sunlight again. The secret of her being divorced at the age of twenty-three was a silly thought and only her mother and the other man knew about the secret. Graduating with good grades, Esme decided to move back to Aurora bay and work at the local vet clinic for 5/4 years now

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Exes

Family

Childhood friends

open to anything

#aurorabay.intro

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This is the Anon that sent in the ask with the rambling and I got bored and decided to send in an ask on the other issues I have with the casting, although some of them are trivial and nowhere near the level of casting Nora with a non Jewish actress.

First is the age/appearance of the actors playing Alex and Henry. Part of RWRB is that these characters are so young. Alex is 22 and Henry is 23. Alex's future aspirations are shaken up because he is choosing Henry. He just got out of college, just started to work towards his ambition of becoming the youngest senator and that got side railed because of Henry. His character is based on his youth - he was barely out of high school when his mom ran for president. He hasn't got the time to explore himself outside of politics, his arc in the story is to learn how to slow down, to not burn himself with his ambition. Henry is finishing up his gap year, and he is likely going to be pushed to join the military. And he doesn't want that but he learns to fight for himself by being with Alex. Your early twenties is when you truly start to come into your independence and aging them up takes away from that and that whole feeling in the book. Also if the characters are being aged up, Alex saying, "America, he is my choice," hits different in the mid to late twenties when many people are getting engaged/married than it does in the early twenties. But if they aren't aging them up, then why are they casting people who look in their late twenties? Like they do not look young. Basically, aging the characters up diminishes their arcs in the books and if they aren't aging them up, then why cast people who look older than the age range they are playing? Second, is the fact that Shaan Srivastava is still the equerry for Henry. Like I get it was all diversity, and RWRB (Book) is diverse but CMQ didn't always go about it in the right way, the most (in my opinion) egregious example of is Shaan. Shaan is Indian. And he is working at the beck and call of the British Monarchy, the same British Monarchy that colonized India. Like I've seen all "He's doing it for Henry!" And Henry is still apart of the monarchy. I don't care how blorbo he is. Yes, the monarchy was causing Henry pain. He is still a member of the monarchy and he still does benefit from it. And what about Shaan? What are his feelings on serving a monarchy that colonized his ancestors, still in living memory? How does his family feel about it? He is a very minimal character outside of Henry and Zahra and like I get the need for diverse rep but also do it right and don't include negative connotations if you aren't going to address them. It isn't right to include an Indian character serving the British Monarchy and just leave it at that. I was hoping that the movie will fix this by maybe not making Henry's equerry Indian, but alas they kept Shaan. Just hoping they expand on him and his very likely inner conflict, but I highly highly doubt that.

Welcome back!

Yeah, I’m with you on the ages thing. It was something that was bugging me since the start, but I think I have a theory about it all now.

They weren’t looking for the best actors for the roles, they knew who they wanted and they got them. It just so happens that the actors they hired work well together. Taylor was coming off his The Kissing Booth high, Nick was working on a whole bunch of stuff at the time, Rachel was going off of her Love Victor high and about to go onto more, every single actor in this movie is famous and has been for years. They knew who they wanted and didn’t care about the age.

Like, I read somewhere that they auditioned Alexs and Henrys for hundreds of hours. Something like that. Bullshit. There’s no way. They had at most 3-5 actors for Alex or Henry, and had them audition. If they auditioned hundreds of people, do you really think they would’ve ended up with two already massive actors? Nope.

There was a movie that came out a few years ago where they had an open call, meaning anyone could audition via self-tape. They must have gotten hundreds or thousands of tapes. But the writer and director of the movie tweeted who they wanted. They openly said that they wanted a certain actress. Lo and behold, guess who was cast in the movie? This happens all the time, they know who they want and they get them. That’s what happened here too, but minus the open call, RWRB didn’t have one.

In the actual movie I doubt they aged up the characters at all. People over 18 play under 18 all the time, and even when it’s noticeable they don’t age them up, so it won’t happen here either (at least that’s what I’m thinking). But they’ve also done a lot of different stuff, so I wouldn’t be shocked if the ages were adjusted to 24/25, something a little closer to… 30.

They could’ve found actors at age (or at least looking at age), but they didn’t. I will say though, that I think the actress playing Bea is close if not exactly the right age (correct me on that), and I’d say Rachel looks the closest to 23. She has a very youthful face. She’s not Jewish, so still not good casting, but at least she doesn’t scream “I’M TOO OLD!” I can go either way on Nick, sometimes he doesn’t seem too old, other times I think he’s definitely looking more mid-20s. But they all hold themselves with so much maturity, that it makes them all that much older

And Casey’s argument when people fired back about the ages was so dumb, they were like “Excuse you? 28 is old?!! Wow. Ageist!” (Not in those exact words, but with that attitude), and it’s like, no, that’s not old… But it is when you’re trying to pass for 22. Sometimes you just don’t look 22, that’s okay, find someone who does.

I don’t know a lot about British colonialism besides the basics, so I wasn’t immediately hit with seeing anything wrong with Shaan as Henry’s equerry, since the UK has a large Indian population and it’s bound to happen. It reminds me of a scene from The West Wing where they hired a young Black man to be the President’s bodyman (where he follows the President, holds doors, gets paperwork, basically a super super senior aide to him) and they worried it would look bad since the president was white. But they were like “Are you gonna treat him well? Pay him a good salary?” And everything was okay. So to me, personally, I did realize anything was weird about Henry’s arrangement.

BUT that said, the reason that Shaan is Indian in the book is because Casey was playing fill-in-the-blank with races, ethnicities, genders, and sexualities. We can enjoy how diverse it is while also admitting that Casey did it all very deliberately so we’d talk about how diverse it all is. For that reason, it does ick me. I’m happy to learn more about this, it’s not something I know an immense amount about. But yeah, I can guarantee you they will not touch anything remotely close to his life or job beyond what is needed in the movie.

#rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #red white royal blue movie #rwrb cast #rwrb #red white and royal blue movie #casey mcquiston #red white royal blue cast #nora holleran #rachel hilson #RWRB Henry #RWRB Alex #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez

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