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brummiereader · 7 months

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Hopelessly Devoted (PART THREE)

Summary: After the previous day's events relentlessly play out in your head you come to the realisation it's time to move on from any hopes you had of rekindling your relationship with Tommy. But just as you decided to turn the page, Tommy's thoughts begin to be plagued by the past. His attempts at confessing how he really feels short lived when he discovers he has been betrayed on the day his plan to take out Billy Kimber falls apart.

Warnings: Language, angst, mutual pining

Authors note: The song Y/N sings is "Where have all the flowers gone" covered by Olivia Newton-John.

" Shit..." you said as you looked in your bathroom mirror dabbing the cut on your throat with a cotton ball doused in alcohol as you glanced down at your trembling hand, quickly grabbing it with the other to stop the shaking as your frustration with the constant nerves engulfing your every waking breath refused to relent. Walking over to your bed you sat down as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. How was there even any left? You thought to yourself as you rested your head in your hand, exhausted from another night of almost no sleep. Biting the corner of your mouth you gave up letting the tears fall down your arm as the previous day's events played out in your head, tormenting you over and over again at the bitter pill you had finally forced yourself to swallow. This was it. I'ts over, there was no point in trying to kid yourself into thinking otherwise. Tommy may not have said the words to you himself but Kimber's men had made it clear to you of his feelings when they had a knife pushed up against your neck threatening your life. He was protecting the new barmaid he had known for five minutes by giving your name so freely, putting you in harm's way, the woman he had known his whole life the same woman he once wanted to marry at all cost. You thought to yourself as you glanced at his pocket watch sitting on your bedside table, glaring at it as if he had returned his love back to you, discarding anything he once felt for you like he had with your own feelings for him. Standing up you wiped your tears away as you straightened your body out trying to regain some sort of control over your emotions. Would he even care if you told him what happened when you left the Garrison? What did it even matter, you quickly determined. You had no intentions of telling him, you would not let him think you needed his protection, have him pity you, have him believe you couldn't fend for yourself. You was on your own now that much was clear, his feelings towards you finally understood when he replaced the one thing you never thought he would with such disregard and heartlessness. If Tommy was moving on it was time you did the same. No more tears no more day dreaming of what could have been. From this day forward you promised yourself not to let the heartbreak he had caused you drag you down any further. New me, new start. You mentally hummed to yourself like a mantra as you looked in the mirror hanging on the wall, holding up the burgundy dress you had picked out against your body. "Fuck him" you said as you nodded at your reflection, reassuring yourself on the hardest decision you had ever made. Grace can have him, good luck to her.

" Where is she?" Tommy huffed as he loomed over the large table in the room adjacent to the betting shop as his family looked on shrugging their shoulders. " I dont have fucking time to wait around for her shit" Tommy said as he pulled out his new pocket watch, the weight of it not feeling the same, the shape of it not sitting in his hand how he liked how he had become accustomed to.

" Yes your relentless brooding over her is not obvious at all" Polly uttered quietly under her breath as she licked her finger, turning the page of the newspaper in front of her as Arthur and John sniggered at eachother.

" What's that, hm?" Tommy said as he leaned forward his eyes darting between the three of them as Arthur put his hands up in defence unable to hold back the laugh he had been trying to keep in. You were getting under his skin, and Arthur found it the most comical thing he witnessed all week.

" Sorry brother" Arthur said as he sniffed back his laughs clearing his throat. "But she always has had you by your balls. Not that you'll ever admit it" Arthur snickered as the whole room let out a burst of small laughs whilst Tommy's face twisted in anger. There was nothing more loving than teasing a family member in the Shelby house.

" Right you all done? " he said pointing at everyone as he pulled his pocket watch out to check the time again " Five minutes" he mumbled as he clenched his jaw. " I'll fire every single one of you" Tommy muttered as he sat down in his chair with a huff.

" Alright now that you've had your little temper tantrum can we get to business. And she's ten minutes late not five" Polly said taking a sip of tea, a smile on her lips as she watched the realisation on Tommy's face. His watch for the first time in ten years was on time. Fuck. He had become so used to it being five minutes late he would plan all his meetings around the little habit you had started ten years ago, never bothering to or wanting to turn it to the right time. Except this time you was ten minutes late. Just as Tommy was about to get into another rant about your tardiness the sound of your heels echoing loudly though the betting shop had everyone but Tommy turn their head.

"Fabulous" Polly mouthed to you when you walked into the room, motioning up and down with her hand at your outfit as Tommy's head nearly flew of his neck when he turned to face John and the wolf whistle he had just sent your way.

"There she is" Arthur said, sending you a wink of approval as you strutted through the room with a new air of confidence passing by Tommy as he finally turned his head to you. Looking you up and down Tommy cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat hitching his trousers further up, his eyes widening as he looked you over. Was this for his benefit or everyone else's he wondered as he looked at the way your dress hugged every curve of your body, every curve he could never keep his hands off.

" You're late" he said as his eyes pierced into you, piercing through that fucking dress you had decided to wear to make him jealous, to torment him. He thought to himself as he tried to stay composed, tried to stop himself from saying something he would regret.

" Oh am I?" you replied nonchalantly as you pulled a chair out from the side, scrapping it along the floor to the opposite end of the end of table. " Only five minutes though" you said sitting down, having not once looked at him since you entered the room.

" Ten" Tommy replied as he leaned his elbow on the arm of his chair, his fingers resting in front of his lips as he watched you brush your hair behind your shoulder. Something was different. And since when did you start wearing dresses like that? Tommy thought to himself when he suddenly determined you had a new man. His only evidence being that dress he couldn't keep his eyes off and the small remark you made the other day about your relationship being over, a remark that had been playing on his mind ever since. His eyes still boring into you, Tommy quickly decided he'd find the bastard you was dating and rip his throat out for daring to go near you. Had everyone forgotten the warning he had given?

" Replaced that too I see" you said finally looking up as your eyes locked onto each others, a smirk on you lips as you enjoyed your new founded confidence. Last night's events had finally given you the push you needed, the wake up call you had been longing for.

"Shall we start" Polly said as everyone else who had been watching your interactions finally shifted their eyes away from the palpable tension between you. Nodding his head Tommy lit a cigarette shaking the flame from the match as he continued to watch you in the corner of his eye.

All throughout the meeting you could feel the heat of his glare burning into your cheeks with every minute that passed whilst you constantly fidgeted in your chair, desperately wanting to free yourself from his incessant stare. Your confidence was back but not enough to face his piercing blue eyes that he enjoyed watching you squirm under and the foul mood he had forced you and everyone else to endure. As for Tommy he had no interest in what his family had to stay. Instead he was more concerned as to what had you looking so pleased with yourself so poised, a far cry from how you had been in recent years. His concerns only heightened when John went over dates for an event Tommy had planned for everyone in celebration. A celebration for what, nobody new yet.

"Talked with Aunt Pol, only date free is February the fifteenth, in a month's time for your...whatever it is" John said chewing on the end of his pencil as he squinted at his handwriting on the piece of paper in front of him. " No the sixteenth" he said looking up as Polly rolled her eyes.

" The nineteenth" she said as she shook her head at her nephew whilst John shrugged his shoulders replacing the pencil in his mouth with a toothpick.

" Right yeh, fine" Tommy said as he mentally went through the dates in his head, hoping his plans in a week's time would go the way he wanted to actually have something to celebrate about. "Y/N you gonna write that down?" he said looking to you as he tapped his fingers on the table trying to gain your attention.

" I can't come" you said as you finished writing in your notebook finally looking up to see the irritation growing in Tommy's face.

" It's a company gathering. You don't have a choice. Moving on..." Tommy said as he flicked his ash into the glass dish beside him as he lent back into his chair.

" I'm not obligated. It wasn't in my contract" you said as you crossed your arms.

" You don't have a contract" Tommy scoffed as he rubbed his brow in frustration.

" Well I want one, that way I know exactly where I stand"

"Think you're making it pretty clear were you stand sweetheart" Tommy said as you glared at him. " So what is it that has you so busy you can't come, care to share it with us?"

" I have plans with someone" you lied. In truth, you didn't have any reason to not got to Tommy's event. You just didn't want to, knowing you wouldn't be able to endure another evening watching him with her again.

"You have plans with someone in a month's time? Who?" Tommy asked stubbing out his cigarette getting annoyed with your short response" With who Y/N?"

" What's it got to do with you?"

" Another man, is that it hm? You fuckin..."

" Right think we're done ay" Arthur said standing up as he clapped his hands together cutting Tommy off in attempt to break the tension before a slagging match ensued between you both. Staring eachother down you was the first to get up, briskly walking away with a scowl on your face as Tommy brushed his hand down his face.

" See that fucking attitude I have to deal with?" Tommy said as he stood up turning to Arthur. It wasn't the first spat you had ever had in front of everyone but it had been the first time in a long time that you finally bit back at his words, catching him of guard.

" Wonder where she learnt that?" Arthur said as he placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder before walking off with a smirk on his face.

" I won't stand for this kind of attitude in a work place! Hey, you all listening to me?" Tommy shouted as he turned to everyone in the betting office and their weak attempts to hide the amusement on their faces.

" We hear you baby brother!" Arthur called out as he grabbed his hat walking out the door. Clearly everyone was mad at him, mad at the way he had treated you the previous evening in the Garrison . But Tommy was just as mad at himself for letting the events play out. He felt blindsided by Grace's gift. He needed you to know that, he needed you to know the last thing he wanted was to be parted from it.

It had been a few hours since the meeting when the tension between you and Tommy had almost turned into a full blown argument one that potentially had the chance of you launching anything you could find at him. Thankfully Arthur had intervened, stopping you from embarrassing yourselves in front of the whole betting shop. For the remainder of the day you had stayed out of each others way letting your anger towards one another simmer down. But an hour before closing time Tommy had called you into his office. His plan was to apologise for the previous evening, albeit in a cold uniquely Tommy way. But nonetheless he felt guilty for what had happened last night. Little did he know, he was only going to make things worse. As you entered his office Tommy looked up from the various papers on his desk to the scowl still spread across your face. You was clearly still mad at him, did he really think he could just apologise and his cruel actions would be forgotten?

" Hand me my diary" he asked as he rubbed his forefinger above his top lip watching you as you crossed your arms in frustration. Did he seriously ask you in here to fetch his diary for him ? You thought to yourself as you stormed over to the shelves behind him as he cleared his throat reaching for the pack of cigarettes on his desk. Slamming it on the table in front of him you started to walk off when he grabbed your arm stopping you.

" I need you to write down the dates John gave at the meeting" he said as he looked up at you and the storm of anger building in your face.

" You couldn't have done that yourself?"

" Forgot them" he said as he picked up a pencil handing it to you.

" You never forget anything Thomas Shelby" you snapped back grabbing the pencil from his hand as you started turning the pages, a little huff leaving your throat that Tommy couldn't help but smile at. " What's this?" you asked pointing at a black star one week from today.

" The day I finish my dealings with Kimber. The dates" he said nodding at the book, lighting a cigarette as your hand wavered over the paper at the confirmation from Tommy himself that what Kimber's men had said yesterday when they had you pushed up against the brick wall behind your home was Indeed true. Turning the page a sudden surge of discomfort started to build within you, a discomfort you hadn't felt since he left for France. He was putting his life at risk once again, and the only reaction you had was worry, worry that he wouldn't come back from it. " There" you said quietly, pushing the book towards him as you turned to leave.

" Y/N' wait" Tommy said as he stood up walking over to you." The other day at the Garrison...the pocket watch i didn't want to.."

" Just stop Tommy" you said as put your hand up cutting him off " We've both moved on, why hold onto the past right? " you added as Tommy let out a deep sigh whilst you turned your head away from him avoiding as much eye contact as you possibly could.

" That's the thing, I never mov... What's that?" He said as he moved your hair away from your neck, you body flinching as his thumb rubbed along the small knife mark on your skin. " Y/N who did that to you?" Tommy said, his voice getting lower as a surge of anger started to course through him.

" It's nothing Tommy"

" Nothing? You're lying" he replied with a scoff as he moved your hair away again, ducking his head down to to get a better look when you swatted his hand away. " Looks like someone had a knife to your throat" he said as he let his hand drop to his side, fury rising within him at the mere thought of someone hurting you.

" Don't be ridiculous. I was cutting my hair and nipped my skin. Why do you care anyway?"

"You never was very good at lying Y/N" Tommy said huffing as he watched you bite the corner of you bottom lip whilst you fidgeted in place. " And you really think I stopped caring about you?"

" Yes" you said as the words caught in your throat, tears welling in your eyes as you spun around to the door not wanting him to see you like this. His pity was the last thing you needed to add to you ever growing list of reasons to feel insecure.

" Y/N wait, I need to know what happened " he said as he tried to turn you around but stopped as you shrugged him off you, opening the door then slamming it shut behind you.

" Fuck sake" Tommy muttered under his breath as he watched you return to your desk through the window of his office. There was no way he would let this slide. You was clearly lying to him and he was determined to find out why.

As closing time approached you picked up your belongings when your movements had Tommy who was deep in thought abruptly stand up grabbing his coat and hat. If he was coming out here to bombard you with questions as to what happened he could forget it. You thought to yourself as you hurried to the door hearing him call your name. "Fucking door" you mumbled, pulling at the handle trying to open it as you looked over your shoulder to see Tommy heading your way, luck finally falling upon you when John stopped him putting the book of takings in front of him. Open, open, open! You thought as you rattled the handle pulling it back and forth when the door suddenly opened with ease and Grace walked in.

" Y/N" she said as she looked you over, taking in your reddened face from your efforts, a small chuckle leaving her lips. " Came to surprise Tommy after work" she said as she continued to stand in your way.

" How lovely" you said sarcastically as you tried to push past her when she put her hand on your arm.

" I know about that old pocket watch you gave Tommy all those years ago" she said looking at you. " Best you let go off the past, after all Tommy said it was only a silly little teen fling" she said with a small smile.

" Fling?" You repeated taken aback by what she had just said, what Tommy had said to her.

" Childhood sweethearts never last Y/N, don't be naive" She said in a mocking tone, belittling you without an ounce of shame at her hurtful choice of words. What were you saying, what had she said? Tommy panicked as John continued to bother him with the takings of the day. As your head turned to face him, Tommy swallowed harshly at the sight of a tear falling down your cheek.

" Let her go Tommy" Grace said placing both her hands on his chest as he walked over to where you had been standing, watching you storm out onto the streets of Watery Lane as the door closed behind you.

A fling, a fucking fling. He once asked you to marry him, promised to spend the rest of his life with you, her words couldn't have cut deeper if they tried. Let them have eachother. You thought to yourself as you clutched your coat around you heading for home, back to the four walls where you knew you would ultimately fall apart once again, your new founded confidence short-lived your own promises discarded, dwindling down into a pile of self-doubt and surrender after Graces cruel remarks. Could things get any worse?

One week later..

Today was black star day, the day Tommy planned to take out Billy Kimber and all of his dealings. Sitting in the corner of the Garrison nursing the drink you had ordered over an hour ago you glanced over to see Tommy and Grace standing behind the bar pouring drinks for his men, undoubtedly to numb any nerves that threatened to appear risking the plan Tommy had been preparing meticulously for weeks. Lifting his head from the glass of stout he was pouring Tommy caught your eye. It was the first time in almost a week you had looked each others way, anything you had to say to one another was passed on to anyone in the betting shop that was willing and had the patience to deal with both of your stubbornness. But today was different and Tommy couldn't help but notice the way you was looking at him, the same way you looked at him as you both waited on the platform for the train to arrive and take him and all of the other men saying goodbye to their loved ones off to war. The only difference between them and you was you had barely uttered a word to eachother, his final goodbye before he boarded a quick peck to your cheek.

And as if you had been transported back five years, tears started to form in your eyes as you abruptly stood up leaving the Garrison like you did when Tommy stepped on the train not once looking back, leaving you alone and heartbroken. What you didn't know was, Tommy did look back. He pushed his way past all the other men in the carriage in search of a free window shouting your name as he desperately tried to get a glimpse of you one last time before he left for war.

"Y/N!" Tommy shouted as he grabbed his coat and hat racing out of the Garrison. He wouldn't let what happened on that platform five years ago play out again.

" Tommy wait! What are you doing?" Grace called out after him as she watched the Garrison doors close behind him. " Why does he always go after her? He doesn't even love her anymore" she seethed as she looked to Arthur who raised his brow downing the rest of his drink.

" Doesn't love her? He's a stubborn bastard but he never stopped Grace" Arthur said as he walked away leaving her fuming at Tommy's unrelenting devotion to you.

"Where have all the young men gone,

long time ago?

Where have all the young men gone?

Gone to soldiers, every one..."

You sang, tears streaming your cheeks as you sat by your little brother Georgie's gravestone, his life taken like so many others during an air raid. Wiping your tears you continued to sing as if time had stood still and you was back in 1916 sitting on the grass in the only place you felt peace and calm, waiting for the men you loved so much to return from war.

" Do you still sing that song for me?" Tommy said as he slowly approached you, afraid you'd stop.

" Leave me alone Tommy" you sniffed as you stood up brushing the remaining tears away from your cheeks, looking out at Small Heath in the distance.

" We live in the same town, work in the same place. I can't...I don't want to" He said as he stepped closer wanting to reach out to you, wanting to hold you in his arms like he should have done all those years ago.

" Yes, Tommy Shelby doesn't care what anybody else wants, what anybody else asks does he? you replied misunderstanding the meaning behind his words. " Why did you follow me?" you sighed picking up the dead flowers by Georgie's grave as you turned around making you way down the hill not wanting to even wait for his response when Tommy put his arm out, stopping you from walking any further.

" You were crying" he replied feeling like a teen boy again stuck on what he really wanted to say. " Y/N I.." Tommy sighed as he brought his thumb up, brushing it down your cheek. " I knew you would come up here" he said, his hand dropping from your face as he abandoned the small speech he had prepared as he made his way to the cemetery to find you.

" Crying, I've been crying for five years, only now you notice?!" you scoffed pushing past him.

" Oh I noticed, its not like you try and hide it, do you? " Always pushing it in my face, have you forgotten who's fault this all is, eh?" Tommy said as his stance stiffened, his coldness towards you making a swift return when you didn't respond to his veiled attempts to be tender with you.

" Here I almost forgot. Throw it in the cut like you did everything else when you came back from France, like you did my heart. After all it was just a fling " you said storming back to him as you pulled his pocket watch out of your coat, shoving it into his hands.

" A fling? Y/N!" Tommy called out furrowing his brow as he watched you run down the hill. "You broke my heart first, you fucking broke mine first!" Tommy shouted back taking his cap off as he brushed his hands through his hair. " Fuck!" He yelled throwing his hat onto the grass as Jeremiah and Arthur came running up the hill.

" Tommy!" Arthur shouted as his brother turned around to face them, brushing his eyes with the back of his hand.

" What? What is it?" Tommy sniffed as his eyes darted between them both. "Well?"

"Tell him what you just told me" Arthur said breathlessly as he turned to Jeremiah stood beside him.

" Just heard there's to van's driving up the Stratford Road. An old Corporal of mine said he recognised some of the men..he said it's the Kimber boys"

"Ada wake up! You and the baby get into the ball ring where there's lots of people" Tommy said as he stormed through their house on Watery Lane as Arthur, Jeremiah and his son Isaiah followed behind him.

" What's going on?" Polly said as she took in Tommy's panicked state.

"We've been fucking betrayed" he replied rubbing his forehead. " Someone let slip. Kimber's men are on their way here" Tommy said as he paced the room back and forth.

" Yeh but you can handle them Tommy" Polly said having confidence that her nephew had another plan if something like this was to to happen.

"It's just us. All the Lee's are on their way to Worcester, we're outnumbered" Tommy said as the realisation his plan had fallen apart started to sink in. "Fuck!" he shouted as he slammed his hands down onto the top of a cabinet, the pictures and ornaments rattling from the force of his outburst.

"Who else knew today was the day you was moving on Kimber? You said you kept it a secret who else did you tell? " Polly questioned as Tommy leaned his weight on the mahogany wood, clenching his jaw at what Isaiah had told him before they had all entered the house.

" Isaiah" Tommy said as he turned his head to the young Blinder. " Tell them what you just told me"

" Tom, I don't think she was..." he said as he stepped forward when his boss cut him off.

" Tell them!" Tommy shouted turning around, his patience wearing so thin he was close to loosing any self-control he had left.

" The other day I saw Y/N with Kimber's men in the alley way behind her place. I thought she'd come to you and tell you herself. Tom they look like they roughed her up " he said as Tommy scoffed at his remark.

" Nah I don't believe it. Y/N would never..." Arthur said when Tommy interrupted.

" Betray me? She fucking hates me, you've all seen it " he replied raising his brow as he stepped closer to his older brother. " You've always stuck up for her, but she did this, she threw us under the bus. All of us, even you Arthur" he said pointing his finger in his older brothers face.

" I'd back away if I was you Tommy, because this time I won't let you win baby brother" Arthur said pushing him in the chest away from him. " We've known her since we were bloody kids. Y/N would never betray this family, she's one of us" Arthur concluded as he walked away grabbing the bottle of whisky on the table, pouring himself a full glass before he too lost control of his temper.

" Tommy that girls been devoted to you the moment she met you, you're blinded by your bitterness towards her. Did you not tell anyone else? Polly asked as Tommy shook his head forgetting or ignoring the fact he had, the very same person who had written it in his diary. No, Tommy's sights were set on you, only you could have done this only you could have betrayed him.

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star-hoon · 9 days

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OBSESSED (p. sunghoon)

I’M SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX

(based on the song obsessed by olivia rodrigo, but through the pov of crushing on your best friend’s ex)

pairing: sunghoon x fem reader

includes/warnings (16+): best friend’s ex! au, reader and hoon smokes (pls be safe lol), suggestive material, angst, profanity, smoking/drinking, pda (let me know if i missed anything!)

word count: 2.3k+

synopsis: you and your best friend were as close as friends could be, never keeping secrets from each other. you told each other everything—including exes and past relationship horror stories. but you’ve never seen or met her ex, park sunghoon. but in bullet points you did know him; his blood type, his star sign, heard about how handsome he is, and the way he’d kiss…all through your best friend’s ramblings.

after all three of you end up at the same party a year after they broke up, can things remain the same?

OBSESSED SOUNDTRACK

MASTERLIST

"i fantasize about it all the time if you were mine..."

you hummed along to ariana grande playing in your headphones as you headed to your favorite coffee shop.

as you approached the front of the cafe, you couldn't help but notice a girl sitting alone with tear stained cheeks. you removed your headphones and could hear her sniffling. seeing the handful of used tissues was not a subtlety to her crying.

you didn't want to intrude considering she was a stranger, but you could sense she was there alone and looked like she needed someone to check on her. hesitantly, you approached waved your hand in her eye-line as if you were approaching a bunny and trying not to scare it.

"hi, i'm so sorry if i'm intruding or disturbing you. but i was wondering if you're okay?" your tone soft and eyes naturally falling on her smudged mascara.

once she composed her sniffles and cleared her throat she replied, "thank you...that's very nice of you. i-i'm fine..." the latter half of her was more of statement of convincing herself. despite the tears still brimming her lash line, she smiled.

"i'm fine" she repeats wiping under her eyes. "my boyfriend and i just broke up and this was the closest place to my apartment. just wanted to get out and get some fresh air you know?"

"i'm sorry to hear that. screw him, you probably deserve better anyways" you tease trying to lighten the mood.

"do you mind if i sit? i'm y/n by the way" you pointed toward the chair across from her at the table. she nodded with a with a shy smile. "i'm sage"

"nice to meet you, can i buy you a coffee?"

it's been a year since you and sage met. since then you have become best friends and inseparable. because you two live basically across the city from each other and both worked, it was hard to find time to see each other from day to day. so weekends and your guys' friday sleepovers were precious to you.

sage poured each of you a shot of soju as you took the takeout boxes out of the plastics bags, spreading them out across the dinner table.

as the clear liquid in the soju bottle slowly decreased as the night went on, the volume of your guys' laughter echoed louder throughout her apartment. you and sage were swiping through screenshots of terrible dating app conversations together, cringing at what guys have said to you both.

"oh god...looking at all of these terrible dudes makesme missss sunghoon" sage slurring her words as her sentence tapered off.

you almost choked as you weren't sure if you heard her correctly. "i'm sorry did you say you miss sunghoon?!" your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

sage never was one to handle her alcohol well.

"c'mon y/n, i'm just kidding. well sorta..." you shot her a look of 'elaborate what 'sorta' means in this situation'.

"i don't actually miss him of course. we broke up over a year ago! so i'm way over it. and i think sunghoon and i broke up for the better. i'm just saying seeing all these gross guys is just making me reminisce about a relationship that was good while it lasted you know?"

you giggled and let out a hum of acknowledgement.

"but i will say..." sage's eyes filled with mischief as her lips upturned into a smirk. "sunghoon was suuuuuch a good kisser though. he's definitely the hottest guy i've dated."

her cheeks no longer only flushed from the alcohol. she continued to ramble on about sunghoon and leaving you with a bullet point list of useless facts about sunghoon: his favorite color, his blood type, his astrology sign, his love of ice skating, and *other* details of their private life that you didn't ask to know about but were forced to hear anyways.

eventually you decided the night was coming to close as your wobbly guided sage by her shoulders to her side of the bed, laughing at her useless mumbling. you pulled the covers over her shoulder as she snuggled closer to her pillow.

you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. as you stared back at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but find the situation funny.

you knew what the textbook definition of 'park sunghoon' was but you've never met him, you don't even know what he looks like.

because why would you, right?

the next day (saturday)

"hey, you remember my friend jake right? he invited us to his party tonight"

"australian one, looks like a golden retriever?"

"bingo"

you didn't say much after that. you weren't much of party person. you weren't quite the social butterfly like sage. it always felt like you were just the 'quiet best friend' to your much more interesting counterpart.

sage always reassured you that wasn't true. she would always say anyone who didn't like you was the lame one.

"c'mon y/nnn please?...it'll be fun i promise. jake always throws the best parties" she gave you her best attempt at puppy eyes. "i know you don't love parties but its an excuse to put on a cute outfit at least."

you rolled your eyes with a smile at her ridiculous yet infallible girl-logic. she always knew you liked putting on a cute outfit and taking pictures more than actually going out.

"fineee....!" you replied.

"yay!!! we're gonna have fun tonight y/n trust, do you think jake's gonna invite any hot friends?"

"too bad your ex don't do it for ya,

walked in and dream came trued it for ya..."

you and sage were having your own personal world tour in your bathroom scream-singing to sabrina carpenter. her hairbrush and your makeup brush each being your respective microphones.

after spending way too much time getting ready and taking photos together, you two were finally ready to head to jake's house.

you and sage stepped out of the car, already hearing the heavy bass booming from the house.

sage linked her arm with yours as you guys approached the front door. a chill went up your spine and it wasn't from the night air.

it's just a party. what's the worst that can happen right?

you stepped into the house and naturally it felt as if everyone already knew sage, greeting her with the usual "sage!! omg you're finally here!" and her having to introduce you as you give shy, awkward smiles.

"y/n!!" you whipped your head around because someone (that wasn't sage) was calling your name.

"yooo let's gaurrr! y/n! i'm so glad you could make it, i didn't think you would!" jake greeted you with that ever-charming smile of his and pulled you in for a hug.

"hi jake! thanks so much for inviting me, this party is no joke" you nodded and glanced around at his impressive DJ set up and lights.

"what can i say? i play hard" he shrugs and flirtatiously bites his lip. as you were about to respond, one of his friends calls for him from across the room.

"i'm so sorry my boy over there needs me but there are drinks in the kitchen and the bathroom is the last door down the hall, have fun!" he shouts over the loud music as he makes his way through the crowd of people.

you were left alone and sage was god-knows where. you made your way to the kitchen to get a drink and after some failed attempts of finding your best friend, you made your way to the backyard.

the cold night breeze was refreshing to breath in as you stood at a wall near the pool. you reached into your bag and pulled out a cigarette and lighter.

you cupped your hands around the cigarette in your mouth, trying to get the last bit of juice from your almost-dead lighter. so concentrated on clicking the lighter, you barely noticed the figure that approached you.

it wasn't until a flame hovered around the outside of your hand did you look up. all you could do was stare back at the stranger in silence for what felt like forever. he was the most handsome guy you had ever seen.

he wore a vintage denim jacket that complimented his tall frame perfectly. his beautiful pale skin was perfectly illuminated with the lights coming from the porch, contrasting his slightly messy dark hair. everything about him exuded a cool and mysterious aura. he smirked and quirked his thick eyebrows at you. he truly looked like a prince.

you dropped your hands as you moved your cigarette to the flame of his lighter. as the tip of your cigarette was engulfed in the flame, you could feel his intense gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips.

once your cigarette was lit, you pulled away and stared into his eyes. inhaling and exhaling the smoke along with a shy "thanks".

"any time" he responded, his pointed canines peeking out as he spoke.

"that's a sick lighter, by the way"

"oh yeah? thanks it's vintage from japan..." your compliment suddenly making him seem shy. you smiled at his suddenly adorable expression.

"...i feel like other people don't really get to see it because no one i really know smokes" he continued.

"oh? so i'm not 'other people'? wow i must special" you give a sarcastic shocked/proud expression while batting your lashes at him. the mix of alcohol and nicotine suddenly hitting, making you bolder than usual it seemed.

"yeah, you could say that" he chuckled and bit his lip, eyeing you up and down. he took in your all-black outfit, your mini skirt and cropped tank top not leaving much to his imagination. you were cutest girl in this whole damn party.

touché, two can play that game.

"can i actually have a cig? must've dropped my pack on the way here" you nodded and put your cig in your mouth free up your hands, reaching for your purse.

before you could do anything else, he leaned in closer to you and extended his left arm next to your head, caging you in to the wall you were leaning against. he gently pulled the cigarette from your mouth drawing a puff for himself. you didn't miss the way he licked the hint of your lipgloss from his lips that was on mouth of the cigarette.

god damn...can this guy be any hotter?

the smell of smoke and his clean cologne filled your lungs, intoxicating you with nothing but lust. "thanks" he replied with a wink, handing the cigarette back to you.

"so, what's a cute little thing like you doing out here all by yourself hm? i figured you'd be in there with every guy all over you" nodding towards the house behind you.

you almost forgot about the party completely. this handsome stranger totally consumed your whole mind in the span of minutes. you stared down at the buttons on his jacket, flashing a coy smile with a faint laugh.

"parties aren't really my thing, and trust me guys usually don't even notice me. my best friend dragged me here and she kinda just left me in there. she's probably the one with guys all over her right now" you cringed at yourself, letting your self-deprecating humor slip.

"i should thank her then: she brought you here and i get you all to myself."

your gaze went down to his lips, they were just asking to be kissed at this point. he leaned in even closer, you could feel his breath against your face.

"fuck, can i please kiss you?" his pupils were blown out waiting for your response.

you closed the gap between you two, dropping the butt of the now finished cigarette on the ground next to you.

he sighed into the kiss, right hand landing on your waist. your hands went up to the nape of his neck softly tugging on his dark strands.

he deepend the kiss pressing you flush against the wall, one hand cupping your face and the other touching the small of your back. fingertips against exposed skin between your skirt and top pushing you into him. his touch made your skin feel like it was on fire. you parted your lips slightly, giving him the perfect opportunity slip his tongue into your mouth.

the kiss tasted like mint, smoke, and the slightest hint of whatever fruity alcohol you guys consumed. it was so hot and you couldn't get enough.

his lips moved to pepper soft kisses down your jaw and gradually biting and licking on your neck. he bit on the sensitive part of your neck leaving love bites behind, his pointed teeth scraping your skin causing you to let out a soft whine.

he inhaled your sweet perfume, the smell fueling his lust even further. "fuck you're driving me crazy princess" he groaned lowly in your ear.

the pet name turning you into a whimpering mess, trying not to be too loud considering you two were still in public was damn was he making it difficult. his hand grazed your outer thigh, riding up slightly under your skirt as slotted his thigh between your legs.

you began to grind into him letting out a weak "please..." you begged grabbing onto the collar of his jacket and the back of his neck. you didn't quite know what you were begging for, but you just knew you needed him in every sense of the word.

he looked down at where your body met his thigh, grinding helplessly against him. "i know baby...such a good girl for me". in between kisses, he whispered all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you.

"can we go back to your place?...let's get out of here" you panted desperately trying to catch your breath for intense kiss. he nodded with a cheeky grin.

"wait, what's your name? I'm y/n." you both laughing into one another that you didn't even ask each other's name until now.

"i'm-"

"SUNGHOON?!" both you and the raven haired boy whipped your heads in direction of his name that didn't even get the chance to leave his lips.

holy. fuck. it was sage.

and you just made out with sunghoon.

“i’m so obsessed with your ex, i know [he's] been asleep on my side of your bed"

PART 2

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author's note: HOLYSHIT my first work! i really hoped this lived up to the expectations to the people who wanted this fic ;-;

ahh i was lowkey so nervous bc i have no idea if my writing is good (like at all) and so many things changed with what was in my mind vs. when i actually started writing but i'm looking forward to creating even better stories, and get even better at writing!

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you think <3

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dominicfikue · 13 days

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊! ... a matthew sturniolo series. 𓏲๋ 𓂃 — introduction.

ׄ ׅ ྀ PAIRING. asshole!matt & poc!popstar!fem!oc

headline. one year later— her career blooming, skin glowing with any and every one kneeling at her feet. yet here she is, craving him. missing him, even if he was the worst boyfriend she ever had. it seems like everything she tried to forget him, isnt working. there’s no other choice but to do what she does best; write a song.

✶ ׅ ࣪ look out for. ANGST ANGST! first half is a flashback (will be in italics). matt being a total asshat.. thats it i think

↳ heavily based on: get him back by olivia rodrigo.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌. april 20th, 2024.

♡　＃　𓂃 the atmosphere in the living room was more than stuffy. harmony and matt had been going back and forth for about an hour, taking hurtful jabs at each other. arguments were never her thing but as of now, it was very much needed to get through to him. he got heated over the smallest things and deep down, it started to feel like he got a kick from it— seeing her cry and break down after he made a big deal over nothing. she just couldn’t take it anymore, take him.

“you bug me for everything else har, so why couldn’t you just tell me you were going out? especially with alexis.” he grumbles, blowing out angry air as he walks further into the kitchen. harmony sighs, sliding a hand down her face. she chose to ignore his attempt to shame her best friend, knowing he tried to make a move on her while harmony was out in boston, visiting family.

“for the ten thousandth time, i did tell you. i reminded you every day this week but you didn’t listen. then again, i’m not surprised.” she retorts, the need to be nice to keep his ego intact long, long gone. matt freezes, her words obviously getting to him. “and what’s that supposed to mean?” matt questions, turning around to face her.

“it means.. you only listen to me when it concerns you, matt. you don’t care about me anymore and i realize that now. i-i mean, when i told you i finally got the singing gig i’ve been dreaming of, you didn’t congratulate me. didn’t even say you were proud.” harmony stumbles over her words slightly, tears boiling in her waterline.

a scoff of disbelief leaves the brunettes lips as he rests his elbows on the kitchen island. “i have my own shit to worry about, harmony. so, my apologies if i’m not jumping and screaming over some gig.” he says sarcastically, his eyes focused on the marble.

if someone told her last summer that this is what her relationship would be like, she would have laughed in their face. harmony stares at him, the tears streaming down as she shakes her head. harmony finally realizes that this argument is getting the pair absolutely nowhere. stressing herself out to make him love her wasn’t an option anymore.

“get out.” she sobs, walking towards the front door and opening it wide. matt’s energy quickly changes, his once cold demeanor now apologetic. “wait baby. c’mon, we can talk this out. it was just a petty argument, i didn’t mean it. ” his voice soft and light, as if he was trying to persuade her into letting him stay. not this time. she had put her foot down.

“matthew. please, just leave, okay? don’t make this harder than it already is.” harmony mutters, loud enough for him to hear. the two stare at each other, waiting for someone to say something. when no one does, matt grabs his car keys and walks to the door. before walking out, he stops in his tracks. “is…is it over? are we over?” he questions, his head hung low. harmony looks away, the lights suddenly entertaining.

“yeah.” she says. a defeated sigh leaves matt as he nods, his feet carrying him outside to his car. harmony almost immediately closes the door behind him, her loud cries echoing throughout her apartment. she knew this was the best thing for her but at the same time, he was her everything. she hopes that with this weight lifted from her shoulders, she’ll be able to be the best she’s ever been.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.

♡　＃　𓂃 and boy, was she right. two months after the break up, she released her first album with the help of her lovely best friends, gabriella & francis and it went crazy. the entire world knew her name, loved her music and she couldn’t help but be happy now. or at least, she felt like she was.

truth be told, she never fully got over him. of course, she had flings and one night stands but they weren’t matt. even though he treated her terribly, the early stages of their relationship was like heaven. she misses it. she misses him. she wanted him back.

“earth to harmony… hello?!” gabriella exclaims, waving her hand in front of her face. harmony snaps out of her daze, blinking at the girl next to her. “hm.. yeah? what’s up?” she asks, confused on when and how her friends got here.

“what’s up? jesus, har. you gotta stop smoking weed! i was asking if you wrote anything yet?” gabi questions, looking at the closed notebook resting in harmony’s lap. her eyes follow gabi’s, a bright lightbulb going off in her head. she knew exactly what she was gonna write a song about.

“not yet, but i might have an idea.” harmony gleams, a grin spreading across her face.

solai speaks. intro to my matt series.. how we feeling????? i’m so excited you have no idea. still debating on making a cast post so u can see the faceclaims soooo :p. plz reblog n comment it would srsly mean the world to me <3.

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mr-president · 11 months

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I think one of my favorite Funtermina things is how it uses characters as narrative foils, specifically in how those characters interact with each other and everyone else.

Karin and Daan’s is the most discussed as it’s probably the most apparent within the text: their volatile opposing viewpoints on life via their upbringings (despite being extremely similar otherwise). When Karin and Daan interact, it’s like a person arguing with themself. They clash like ammonia and bleach, unable to reconcile how similar they are (haha cleaning chemical analogy) yet toxic in their association.

Marina and Levi represent the different realities of Prehevil, what with Marina’s privileged upbringing versus Levi’s absolute shitshow of an existence. And yet, they get along incredibly well and form a cadence with one another because through each other, they can reconcile their upbringings in Prehevil. Levi is the Prehevil Marina tried to escape—Marina is the Prehevil Levi hoped to return to.

Marcoh and Olivia are interesting because—and I will argue this to the death—their relationship is wholly as siblings. And they’re also deeply connected by their relationships with their sisters, specifically how those sisters formulated and defined how they see themselves. Marcoh has done nothing but live to protect his sister, while Olivia has forever lived in her sister’s shadow. Their identities revolve completely around their sisters, and this also colors their relationship with each other as siblings.

I wish it was explored more, but I think there’s a level of disenfranchisement when Marcoh fervently tries to protect Olivia the same way he protected his younger sister (edit: rb for amendment). He clearly sees her in that role, and Olivia’s already got guilt written into her about her disability making her a “charity case.” I say this also because of their different opinions on guns, power, and death: Marcoh has no bloodlust and seems exhausted when he has to hurt others, while Olivia becomes almost jubilant when she receives a gun. And those reactions to enacting violence are directly informed by their relationships with their sisters: a begrudging responsibility vs empowerment.

My favorite is probably Abella and O’saa as foils. As characters they’re probably my favorites, and their foil makes it even better.

Abella easily connects with everyone around her, ensuring that they’re all getting along (or not killing each other) and she tries desperately to help everyone, even at her own detriment. She cares, so much, even too much.

O’saa on the other hand, is the exact opposite. He actively chooses to connect with everyone as little as possible, to the point where you can kill someone in front of him and he won’t give a shit. This is, obviously, to his detriment in terms of his goal towards enlightenment. He cares too little, even if at all.

They perfectly represent the dichotomy between altruism vs selfishness, the mundane vs the macro, democracy vs individualism. Fundamentally, both Abella and O’saa get shit done, and what makes them so compelling as foils is how similar the results of their different processes are.

Both of them are the only two that are capable of saving everyone. Abella does so by interacting with many of the other contestants, while O’saa does this by ignoring everyone and just occam’s razoring that shit. They both get shit done and to the greatest net success, but in both cases, because they operate on extremes, it’s to the detriment of themselves. The game shows this literally because, well, they sacrifice themselves to Logic for the greater good, but the game also implies this detriment via their moonscorches.

Chaugnaur represents how others have reduced Abella to a sexual object for their pleasure or a mindless brute for labor. It is a physical manifestation of how interacting and connecting with others can be to one’s detriment because Abella often cannot control how people see and define her. Mastermind, on the other hand, is O’saa’s brain swelling and overtaking everything else on his head to the point where he is blind (save for the eye) and mute, only able to speak in mumbles. Mastermind is how O’saa values logic, knowledge, comprehension over anything else, becoming blind to other viewpoints save for his own. Additionally, it’s unable to communicate or connect with anyone else, only able to ruminate get never share its thoughts.

Abella is one of the first to Moonscorch; O’saa is one of the last. I love them as foils because even though they’re the most different in terms of anything, they don’t hinder one another at much all. They’re just kinda chill. And this makes sense because their dichotomies aren’t volatile like Karin and Daan’s, nor complementary like the others. Rather, they operate in balance—you cannot be too altruistic without some selfishness. To help everyone and to achieve enlightenment, you must consider both the mundane and the greater picture. Society operates on a shared democracy and on empowering individuals.

Still, the fact that even operating on the extremes has the greatest positive effect (in terms of utilitarianism) really says smth abt whether these values even matter. But I’d argue that they do matter, cause it’s that question of whether it’s worth it to suffer or even sacrifice for the greater good.

As a whole, each foil represents a central theme/motif of Fear & Hunger: internal vs external locus of control (Karin and Daan), environment dictating identity (Marina and Levi), relationships and their impact (Marcoh and Olivia), and the thematic shitshow that is Abella and O’saa.

Tldr; the game is about some girls and their boy best friends.

#fear and hunger termina #i could be stretching all of this and completely delusional but i wanted to do some thematic analysis on funger since i haven’t seen much :#feel free to add on #also for the record i don’t ship abella and o’saa mainly bc abella is a hunky lesbian and o’saa is highkey aro ace to me #they’re like the ‘can u text this for me? oh don’t be too mean tho’ besties if thag makes sense #mr president’s state of the union address #i’ll draw soon trust u gotta hear mh deranged analyses first tho

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aperrywilliams · 1 year

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They Will Never (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer's girlfriend is jealous. During the Christmas party at their daughter's school, the other moms don’t stop hitting on him.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+; Minor DNI. Suggestive and dirty talk. Smut (fade to black) at the end of the fic. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: I’m back!!!! This past months have been a rollercoaster in many ways. Well, talking about this fic, it could be a sequel from "That Wicked Love" multipart I wrote a while ago. Nonetheless, it could be read as a stand-alone.

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I never thought it would be easy. When I discovered that I was pregnant and Spencer wasn't going to support me, I was sure the world had ended.

There were weeks of thinking over and over again about what I would do with my life. Then I decided I would have Olivia, and that's it.

I don't regret my decision. Liv is my little girl, and I love her with all my heart, but motherhood is hard.

Since Olivia was born, my life has mostly revolved around her. Being a mother is a full-time job. But I have been managing the best I could. I continued working after she was born, and with time, some of my personal life returned too.

However, the stability of our little family was broken when a bloody bastard kidnapped my little girl two years ago. She was four back then.

That wasn't enough, though.

What were the chances of Spencer working on my daughter's kidnapping case?

I forgot to mention that I never told him I would continue my pregnancy, so it was a surprise for him to see me and know that he had indeed been a father.

Fortunately, Spencer’s team recovered Olivia and three more kids kidnapped by the same guy.

What followed was a rollercoaster of events and emotions. Spencer wanted to be in Liv’s life, and although I swore never to talk to him again, I couldn't deny my daughter of her father.

He showed regret and swore that leaving me alone while pregnant was the worst thing he had done in his life. He looked genuinely sorry, and he wanted to make it up to Olivia.

Against the odds, I let him.

He became the best dad for my girl. Since then, he has been for her at every step.

The problem? Having him close awoke those feelings I thought were buried the day he left.

I tried to ignore it. I really tried. Even if he never did something to make me uncomfortable in our co-parenting roles, I did feel off with it.

I still loved him. And months after, Spencer confessed that he still loved me too.

Would it be a bad idea? Maybe. But I left my heart to speak louder than my brain. That's why we have been dating for the past three months.

So you can guess how odd it is having your daughter’s dad as a boyfriend. Some people think we are married or living together when we are not. Others believe we are just co-parenting and don’t have a relationship.

Usually, I don't care what people think. But right now I wish things between us were clearer to the world, specifically for the moms who had Spencer cornered in the venue of this year’s school Christmas party.

Am I jealous? Yeah. But how could I not be? Spencer is the epitome of the young-hot dad, caring and lovely. And polite. Very very polite. So much so that even if he had noticed their advances, he hadn’t said anything. Maybe he likes that.

This has me overthinking, and I wouldn't say I like it because it brings all kinds of insecurity thoughts to my mind.

Right now, for example, instead of going to interrupt this obscene flirtation, I'm walking to the opposite side to check if Olivia needs anything. I can't bring myself to do something different.

It didn't help to hear part of their conversation when I was passing by a while ago.

“Your wife is a lucky girl, then,” Kimberly chimed, patting Spencer’s forearm.

“My what?” the man asked, confused.

“Your wife? Olivia's mom?” Kim explains, tilting her head. Then Spencer realizes she’s talking about me.

“Oh! No, actually, we are not married,” he corrected. God, Kimberly’s eyes go wide as if she found a gold mine. The rest of the moms there reacted in the same way.

I have nothing against that fact, but with them knowing it? It's like a door was opened. A door to the shameless coquetry, and I hate it.

I knew Spencer wouldn’t be consciously flirting with them, but seeing him laugh at their jokes and don’t even flinch when one of them gripped his forearm not only made me see red.

It was even worst: it made me self-conscious.

I know it's an irrational feeling. Of course I know there are people better than me in many things. I wouldn't pretend to be a superwoman or something close to that. But since Olivia started preschool, I have been feeling less than the other moms. At first, it was because I was raising her alone and working simultaneously. I couldn't make it to every school event or whatever they planned during the year. Now, also, there is the fact that it’s Spencer who can fulfill that role, and I still can’t. He is the cool dad with a cool job. And there are cool moms with cool jobs too, who he’s talking to at this precise moment.

Doing the math, it doesn't look like I could be up to that kind of expectation.

For the rest of the evening, I avoided being close to Spencer and the other moms. Instead, I focused on the kids and that Olivia could have fun at the party. After all, it was the primary purpose of this activity.

The ride home was mostly silent. I tried to concentrate on driving and not look at Spencer from the corner of my eye. Liv was fast asleep in the back seat.

The streets were filled with snow, and you could see the Christmas lights on the windows of each building we passed. The ambient was clearly festive, but I didn't feel or look that way.

Maybe Spencer felt something was off, but I guess he didn't want to bring it up in the car. He only made some random comments about the party, and for all of them, he got from me a curt hum in response.

When I parked, he took hold of a sleepy Olivia in his arms and helped me upstairs.

It was a well-known routine since we told Liv that Spencer was her dad, and she warmed up to him. Every time we got to my apartment after an afternoon together, he carried our daughter to her room and got her ready for bed. The little girl would open her eyes and demand a bed story from her dad.

Spencer loves reading to her, even if he knows most of the stories by heart. That's one of the many things they share as father and daughter, and I try to give them the space to do that. That's why this time, like others, I headed to the kitchen to make myself some tea.

With a mug in hand, and after switching on the Christmas tree lights, I plopped on the couch. I didn't notice before how much my feet hurt. What can I say? The afternoon’s overthinking even dimmed my body aching.

Great, now I can add ‘old and wasted’ to my self-deprecation list.

I let my eyes be entertained by the colored lights, wondering if I was being overdramatic. My thoughts were interrupted by Spencer sitting beside me.

“I couldn't finish the story, and she had already fallen asleep,” he announced, lifting my legs so they could rest on his lap. Thoughtlessly, he started rubbing my feet.

Silence took over the room. I tried to concentrate on the pleasant feeling of his hands on my aching feet, but my face sure didn't hide my sour mood.

“What's wrong?” Spencer asked cautiously, inspecting my features. I tried to play ignorant.

“Uh? What do you mean?” I lied. Spencer frowned.

“You are too quiet. You didn't say anything during the car ride, and I could tell you avoided me most of this afternoon,” he recounted.

Shit. Obviously, he noticed.

“I’m just tired,” I lied again. I didn't want to explain what was bothering me. It was silly, and I felt stupid for it. He was about to say something to question my answer, but I didn't let him.

“Maybe you should go home. I think it's better I go to bed,” I pointed, detaching my feet off his lap and sitting straight on the couch. By all means, I avoided making eye contact because I knew he would realize what I was trying to do.

During the past months, he had spent the night at mine before, but it wasn’t a habitual thing. We decided to take it slow, and neither he nor I had put pressure on that matter.

Spencer’s frown deepened, nonetheless.

“Okay. I’ll go,” he announced. “But first you need to tell me what is bothering you. I don’t bite the ‘tired’ thing,” he declared, shifting his posture on the couch to have a better look of me.

“Nothing is wrong,” I repeated, but my voice sounded even less convincing than before. The man hummed, thinking about what to say first.

“Did you know that in the US the 95% of people who are asked for a confirmation to a statement actually lie about it?” He commented. I huffed, already feeling trapped.

“Great. Now is where your 187 is displayed,” I said under my breath. It was a thought that wasn’t meant to be said at loud. But it slipped.

Spencer tilted his head.

“Hey! Now I’m worried. What happened? What did I do?” he asked in a high pitch tone, scooting to my side. I shook my head, sighing.

Maybe it was better to get clean and tell him everything.

“You - you didn't do anything. I mean, yeah. You were there, all cute and sexy. It's your fault! And they? They were all over you, gawking at you as someone looks at their prey!” I grumbled.

“They?” Spencer asked in confusion.

“The other moms, Spencer! Now you will tell me you didn't notice?” I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest and placing some distance between us on the couch.

“You mean at the party? No way. That not happened,” he refuted, shooking his head.

The bastard was denying the most obvious thing! That made anger fill my body, and I had to stand and start pacing. It was that or scream at the man.

At the loss of words, Spencer stood too, following my pace with his gaze.

I knew he could see the fuming escaping from my ears, but I didn't care.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start. I bet my pacing in the room wasn’t helping him.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled softly to catch my attention. I turned to see him. His confused look only fueled my irritation.

“Fuck, Spencer! How can you be so clueless? They were hitting on you! God, if it were up to them, you'd already be tied to their bed frame,” I shouted, hands waving in the air to accentuate my point.

Spencer’s eyes widened.

“What? That's not true. They were being nice. That's all,” Spencer defended. Sure, he has to be oblivious right now. I would have punched him to make him realize the truth.

“Nice, uh? I didn't know nice meant touching the guy in front of the whole people every chance they got. Or are you going to deny they did that, uh, genius?” I sneered now with my hands on my hips. My blood was boiling inside as I remembered the scene.

Spencer cleared his throat. He was recalling those details, and they were hitting him now. Cautiously he took a step forward, hands trying to reach mine.

“Hey, don’t get upset. I - I didn't see that. I’m sorry,” he said, stepping in front of me and prying my arms from their position on my hips. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the back of my palms.

“I should have seen it. I didn't think it was something like that. You know I’m pretty stupid in that kind of thing. I’m really sorry,” he apologized.

I really wanted to stay angry, but seeing those puppy dog eyes, looking intently at me made it difficult.

Argh! Why just one look from him it's all that it takes to feel my knees go weak?

“Don't look at me like that!” I protested.

“Like what?” He asked, kind of amused by the reaction he provoked in me.

“Like you were an innocent pigeon. All men are the same, honestly,” I complained, leaving the grasp of his hands. A new rush of anger came quickly. Spencer pursed his lips; he could tell the reason why I was upset wasn’t just the moms flirting with him.

Before I could turn and walk away, Spencer stopped me grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently so I could look at him.

“Please, don’t go. I’m sorry I didn't notice. But you know why I didn't? Because they are not you,” he declared, intertwining our fingers and grasping our hands with his free one. I looked at him, with some treacherous tears fighting to come out.

He continued.

“They are not you. You are the only one that can get my attention that way,” he declared, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

“I’m not that special, you know?” I mumbled, pursing my lips to stop the tears.

There it was. The intrusive thought in my mind replayed over and over since it hit me this afternoon.

Spencer narrowed his eyes, realizing there was more than jealousy because of him.

“Don’t say that. Of course you are that special, and much more!” He rebutted, and I chuckled bitterly.

“Am I? I mean, why would you be happy with me when you can get a successful well-manicured super mom like them?” I pointed.

“What are you talking about? What is that thing about super moms?” he asked, now taking hold of both my hands.

I sighed. It was something that was hard to explain, even to me. I left the grasp of his hands, running mine through my hair, collecting my thoughts.

“Look. I don't expect you can fully understand it. Honestly, I think I can’t understand it either. It's just - I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’m not doing enough. I’m not a successful businesswoman with a six-year-old daughter, a nice car, all dolled up, perfect makeup, and baking cupcakes for the whole school, like Kimberly, you know?” I shrugged, feeling small and vulnerable.

Of all that people, I chose to compare myself with Kimberly Garland. The incarnation of a super mom. She was known as a successful CEO at a technological company. Mom of three and recently divorced. She always shows up to school activities, no matter what. And not only that, she actively participates, whether cooking, taking care of the ornaments and decorations, or whatever it needed.

How could you compete to that?

“And do you think that no being like her is a bad thing?” Spencer asked me.

Did I believe that? Perhaps I did.

“Maybe it is. Don’t you think Liv deserves a mom like that? Or you a girlfriend like that? I saw you talking to her today, and I couldn't stop thinking she could offer more than I could.”

It hurt to say those words out loud, but they were the ones plaguing my thoughts at the time.

Spencer's face softened. Great, now I'm sure he felt pity for me.

“She can’t. Kimberly or whoever you’re comparing to. You're an excellent mom, (Y/N). And the best girlfriend I can ask for," Spencer stated now strocking my cheek.

I felt silly making a fuss but the insecurities were there. I couldn't help it. The embarrasment made me downcast my gaze to the floor.

“My sweet girl. Look at me, please," he asked, tilting my chin up. I did so, my cheeks turning red under his gaze.

“Olivia is a lucky little girl, you know? She has the best mom in the world. A mom who loves her and would do whatever it takes so she can be happy and safe. Who cares if you can’t be in all those school activities? Not her, because she knows you love her. It doesn't matter if you are not a company CEO. You have your job, and thanks to that our daughter has had everything she needs. You took care of her alone in her first years. On top of that, you have always sought her well-being and happiness. You let me be in her life even after I hurt you years ago. I will always be grateful that you did,” he said, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear.

“She deserves having her father around,” I pointed. It was a decision that I made when we spoke again after Olivia’s kidnapping. Although my hurt feelings, I couldn't deny my daughter of her father if he genuinely wanted to be in her life. Our problems as adults didn't have to be a problem for her.

“And she deserves the wonderful mom she has,” Spencer declared, kissing my forehead. I blushed at the compliment.

“Now, regarding this relationship,” he began pointing between the two of us. “You have nothing to worry about. They don't stand a chance, and you know why? Because they don't even compare to the most beautiful, smart and brave person I've ever met. Who owns a small bookstore downtown, and my heart. The woman I fell in love with the moment I saw her—the mother of my child. Who gave this idiot a chance to be in her life again even when he didn't deserve it. They are not you, my sweet girl. They will never be, and that's why I could never even look at them the way I look at you.“

Fuck Spencer Reid and his ability with words.

“You mean it?” I asked tentatively. Still unsure if he was being serious.

“Of course I mean it. I’m here for the long run, and I hope someday - sooner or later - we can take the next step. I want everything with you, (Y/N), but I’ll go at your pace. I promise.”

I couldn't help the giggles that left my lips.

Could love make you this way? I felt lighter and confident. Spencer's words made me see that I have no reason to sulk that way.

“Keep talking like that, and you'll get the world, Dr. Reid," I stated, now wrapping my arms around his neck. He chuckled.

“I don't need to get it. I already have it with you,” he said, giving a peck to my nose.

"You're a sap," I teased.

"And you love it,” he added, leaning down to kiss me. I happily obliged and kissed him back, tightening my grasp on his neck. His hands planted on my hips to keep me steady.

The kiss deepened, and only we parted when the need for air was too much.

He looked at me with a devilish smirk on his face.

“You know?” he started, kissing my cheek and then my jaw. “There is only one bedframe I would rather be tied to right now. And there is only one person I wish would do indescribable things to me as I’m tied up at her mercy,” he whispered in my ear, and immediately, I felt shivers down my spine.

“Spencer, don’t. That's not helping,” I mumbled with my eyes fluttering shut.

“Isn’t it? Why? Are you thinking about it right now?” He teased. The bastard knew what he was doing. “You would like to see me all tied up, waiting for my sweet girl to do what she wants? Would you like to be in control and show those moms who own me?” he asked, as his lips left traces of kisses on my neck. His hot breath was hitting on my skin and making my desire grow.

“Spencer,” I moaned, lost in his words and eager for his touch.

"Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything," he whispered in my ear, hands running down my sides, giving me goosebumps.

“You. I want you.” Those words left my lips like a prayer—the utter confession of desire and pent-up tension. Spencer grunted.

“You already have me. I’m yours,” he murmured, pulling up the hem of my shirt, so his hands could sneak under to feel my skin.

“And I’m yours. Totally yours. But I need to feel you,” I confessed. I was so lost in his touch and starved for more.

Spencer understood the meaning of my words, so he kissed me hungrily, walking us backward in the direction of my room.

That night Spencer proved to me, with kisses, caresses, and words of adoration, that my insecurities were unfounded. It's true that I'm not like Kimberly Garland, but I don't have to be. I have a daughter whom I adore and who

loves me, a job that fills me with satisfaction, and a boyfriend that I love and who does an excellent job of showing me how valuable and loved I can be.

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wannabeschyulersister · 2 years

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happier

*based on the song happier by olivia rodrigo*

“Don’t look now, but Rooster brought a friend.” Phoenix said softly beside you. You didn’t bother turning to look. Your vision stayed out on the beautiful waves in front of you.

The crew was having a beach day and you had been excited about it for a few days now. The training that you all were going through for an upcoming mission had taken hostage of all of your lives for weeks.

You wanted to lay out, drink something fruity and spend time with the friends that had become like your family.

You hadn’t even thought about what you’d do if Rooster brought someone. You had to be around him all the time for training. You were able to be cordial when need be.

“Let me guess. She’s blonde, has blue eyes and legs that go on for days?”

“Well to be fair, she’s wearing sunglasses so I can’t see what color her eyes are. They’re coming over here.”

You planted a fake smile on your face as Rooster approached.

“Guys, meet Jaime. Jaime this is the group. I’ve told them all about you.” Rooster placed his arm around her shoulders and drew her closer to him.

“That’s funny. I haven’t heard a thing about her.” Phoenix mumbled next to you. You tried to hold in your laugh.

The group responded with hello’s but you stayed quiet. You didn’t even look at him.

The breakup was still fresh. You wouldn’t have even thought to start dating so soon. Part of it stung. Okay, it stung all of your heart to see that Rooster moved on so quickly. It felt like none of it really mattered to him.

Like you never mattered to him.

You were still trying to process losing Rooster not only as your boyfriend but also as your best friend. When you first got into the relationship, you were worried that something like that would happen. He assured you that it wouldn’t and you believed him.

The demise of your relationship with Rooster happened over a matter of weeks. You both were assigned to go on separate missions both happening around the same time. Training was absolutely grueling. You hardly got to see each other.

When you did manage to spend time together, you both were trying to decompress all of the stress that you carried from the week. It began to be exhausting just to try and put up an effort. You both were at fault.

You could’ve tried harder and so could Rooster.

You had hoped that it was just a phase. That you both would snap out of it and things would go back to normal.

Rooster ended things.

It shocked you. You had hoped that he carried that same wish as well that your relationship would get better.

The conversation didn’t last very long. As soon as the words “I think we should end things” came out of his mouth, you walked away from him. You didn’t need to hear any more. It was clear how he felt.

Now, you had to watch as Rooster and his new girlfriend set up their towel in front of you and get all cozy together.

You could feel the glances from your friends to see if you were okay with what was going on.

“I think I’m going to go get a drink.” You said standing up.

“We have a full cooler right here.” Jake pointed out.

“I need something stronger than what’s in there.” You grabbed your phone and started making your way to the Hard Deck. You contemplated going home, but everyone one else was so excited to spend some time together. You willed yourself to stick it out.

Inside, you sat at the bar and asked for a beer from one of Penny’s bartenders.

“Is this seat taken?” You heard a familiar voice say.

Rooster.

You didn’t even realize he had followed you in from the beach.

“Nope.”

He sat down and requested a beer as well. It was super awkward. You briefly remembered the times where you’d talk about anything and everything under the sun with Rooster. Now, he just felt like a stranger.

“I’m sorry if I made things weird by bringing Jaime.” He said after a few moments of silence.

“You didn’t make it weird. I love hanging out with my ex and his perfect new girlfriend.”

Rooster rolled his eyes, “It doesn’t need to be this type of conversation, (Y/n).”

“Then we don’t need to have a conversation at all.” You grabbed some money and placed it on the bar to cover you beer that you didn’t get to finish before walking away.

“(Y/n), wait!” Rooster once again followed you outside. He grabbed you by your left elbow and tugged you back before you can get too far.

“Bradley, I don’t want to talk about this.”

You hardly ever called him anything by his first name. He could tell how upset you were. “I know you don’t but we have to. I don’t want things to be so awkward anymore.”

“Really?,” you chuckled, “Now you don’t want things to be awkward? Its been awkward since you broke up with me. You think I want to sit there and watch you with someone else? You think I’ll be okay with that?”

Bradley still had his hand on your arm. You wondered if he even noticed. You did. Your skin felt hot from his touch.

“I didn’t bring her to intentionally hurt you. We just started dating and she wanted to meet my friends.”

“A heads up would’ve been nice. Did you even think about how I’d feel? We’ve only been broken up for a month.”

“I honestly didn’t think you’d care.”

Those words hurt even worse than when he broke up with you. Didn’t think you cared?

You took a step back from him, “Wow.”

Rooster moved closer to you again, “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How else could I have possibly interpreted that, Bradley? You didn’t think that I would care that you’ve already met someone and like them enough to bring them around the group?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, (Y/n). You have to know that. You’re-“ Rooster sighed, “you’re one of the most important people in my life. I care about you and I know that I always will. I’m sorry that things ended the way that it did for us. I wanted us to work. (Y/n), you have to know that. We just-“

“Stopped trying.” You finished for him. You could tell that he was genuinely apologetic.

“I know that I’ll always love you, (Y/n). You’re the first person that I’ve ever felt truly comfortable around.”

You felt tears brimming in your eyes because standing right in front of you was the man that you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with. And he was happy with someone else.

“I hope you’re happy.”

Your words confused Rooster for a moment, “What?”

“I hope you’re happy with Jaime….but not like how you were with me. It’s selfish. I know. I’m just not ready to let you go yet.” You never thought you’d be confessing your inner most thoughts to him. Not when he just introduced his new girlfriend to the group.

“(Y/n)-“

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you’ve moved on. I just had to say that.” You took a step back from Rooster and it looked like he wanted to reach out and grab you again. He watched as you walked away and back towards the group.

He stayed planted in his spot there on the beach. “Maybe I haven’t moved on.” Rooster whispered softly to himself.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #Bradley Bradshaw #top gun x reader #rooster top gun #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n

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katz-chow · 8 months

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Coming from puff puffs blog 🤧🤥 hope you don't mind 😝🙈🙉 ur also totally gaining a new follower..

WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON SOAP? 🥰🥰🥰 unless you've already done this before then I am so sorry 😓

relationship with soap headcanons

warnings: sfw, fluff, some angst, relationship arguments, family trauma mentioned, religious trauma, homophobia, bad dad

a/n: my fav cod man is soap so this took my top priority!!! i think about this man a lot, 09 and reboot version. reboot is my fav though, realistically, he's who i would actually get with. here’s all the things i’ve thought about him, there’s probably more tbh… OK OK HERE :))

childhood hcs

johnny soap mactavish comes from a large family of 5 siblings, he's the second oldest. it's elsie, him, blair, callum, and olivia.

growing up in a family of mainly girls got him on that respect women juice. he would always have to make sure his younger siblings are ok and aren't you know, being bullied. his parents were adamant on 2 year age gaps between them all.

his cousin, jack, was an sas operator and that was what made him want to join. they had to call security forces to arrest him out at some point because he kept sneaking in to watch them do stuff lol

elsie left for uni with her bf to live in soho when johnny was 16, the same year he would talk to recruiters around his hometown, driving hours and then getting rejected the same day due to his age

9th grade (year 10) chemistry got him obsessed with stem and its *explosive* results. he aced chemistry and then took advanced chemistry and physics just because he loved it so much

after this, as soon as he turned 18, he went to sign his papers THEN graduated school (he's just like me fr). his mom was so worried for him, especially when her sister told her about the danger that jack would get himself into. in the end, he promised he'll always call her and his siblings

his dad's an ass, hes an alcoholic, a cheater, a *bitch*... he would always take the kids to church on sundays and twisted the religion into a reason for his behavior. claiming that johnny's mom being at home was just "their culture"

she makes a killer shepherd's pie though

always had had some sort of love-hate relationship with the catholic faith. on one hand, it was nice to know there's always at least someone watching out for him, but after hearing the constant belittlement from his father, claiming he wasn't "manly enough" for not willing to give his life up in the service, he started to resent the “all merciful”.

he ended up blaming god for all his faults, letting him take accountability. this especially happened when he got diagnosed with adhd when he was 17, his dad didn’t believe in mental health. his mom was only a bit better about it, they both refused meds for him.

he's bisexual, leans towards women though. found this out after a truth or dare game in junior year (year 12) and some beers in a closet

at one point, callum acccidently let it slip at dinner when johnny had first moved out that he had met a cute guy and their dad screamed and yelled at the whole family, especially their mom, about "raising a fucking whore of a son, dragging the family down to shite"

blair called and told johnny a few days later and johnny rushed his work as quickly as possible and begged his chain of command for a few days off to go back home to his family

his family gets loud…like really loud. there’s 7 people what do you expect?

it gets especially bad when it’s sunday morning and you gotta get 7 people awake and looking their church best for an hour and a half 😔

johnny is the quickest everything there is, which has its downsides too. he could run and swim the fastest in the family, but he was also the quickest eater…meaning he’s on dish washing duty. he’s quick at that too so by the time everyone’s finished, he’s washed all the other dishes that took to make dinner

broke his arm chasing a cat through someone’s yard (he was 14)

had a goat scream and kicked him because he wanted to give it a hug

he got a part time job at a local bakery in 10th grade (year 11). the pay wasn’t much but neither was the work really. olivia, who was 9 at the time, made him promise that he’ll get her a doll to have tea with. her tea set had 4 cups but only one of her, so she must get another one to join her! he kept his promise; he ended up getting three dolls for her

he can make amazing soda bread and brioche loafs now too, still keeps a starter from the owner of the bakery to this day

he had a mountain bicycle that he would take everywhere. had room behind his seat for packages and his backpack, which he would tie down. that thing had such a loud bell too, would ring constantly to “let people know hes coming and get ready”

was terrified of selkies for some reason, always had the window closed and made callum sleep by it while he slept by the door

wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but would get into trouble with his adventurous heart.

got lost in the woods once and after a while of fake courage, he sat down and cried until elsie found him. he was 20 yards (13 meters) away from the clearing 😭😭

laugh at that guys, mf was 15

personality & relationship hcs

johnny is such a fun lover. he’s handsome yeah, but what makes ppl flaunt over him is his humor. he’s what jessica rabbit said “he makes me laugh”

such a charismatic and charming person, gets it from his dad. he could talk about just about anything, also the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the grocery store. then end up with their number and a date or helping them dog sit

this isn’t always a good thing though, one time before he was medicated, he would talk on and on, his story becoming incoherent due to the amount of self-interruptions he made, that a group of guys got so annoyed at that pub, they punched him.

he was young, 19, and couldn’t fight, so he didn’t win and came back to the barracks with a nasty black eye

he likes to be the big spoon, has to hold something in order to sleep

feel like he’s the type to wrap his arms around a pillow and lay on his stomach to sleep

speaking of sleeping, he HATES sleeping with socks on. he tried it one day and he just shivered at the feel of it, woke up and his socks were missing (he found them under the bed)

i also feel like he sleeps like a log, unmoving once he finds his comfort, i also think it's because he had to sleep in the same bed as his siblings at one point and he didn't want to wake them by moving, so he got accustomed to being a still sleeper

one time he accidentally got into a fight at a bar when a guy kept being misogynistic and was arrested and kept in jail for the whole night until one of his civilian friends bailed him out

johnny's the type to race you in the rain to the car. again, he's quick so he's always ahead of you but then he slips from the rain and ends up all wet and muddy and in the car.

his favorite thing to do is hear you laugh. he'll do anything to hear you laugh.

whenever you're sad, he'll purposely stub his toe or trip down the stairs or make you kiss his "owie" (a papercut) to get you to cheer up. like yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch but seeing you sad hurts more than a silly tumble

number one date event is city exploring and hopping. like cafe hopping, pub hopping, museum hopping, restaurant hopping, anything that makes you get up and get going with time to sit and chill at the same time.

feels like he can eat a lot, he's the type to eat your food if you end up not liking it or being too full

when he gets home from missions and the initial excitement of seeing you dies down, he also dies down and nap for hours until it's the middle of the night and he gets up to eat something.

he loves naps. feels like he needs a nap time every day if it was possible

he's a very kind lover, he's easy going so its not hard that sometimes people take advantage of this and push his buttons until he can't take it anymore

causes a huge blowup because he can have a nasty temper whenever he bottles stuff up and pushes things aside

not a physical manifestation of anger, but definitely a verbal anger, will say things he doesn't really mean just to say it and realize right after the words leave his lips that he fucked up

but he'll stake out in front of the guest bedroom in which you've locked yourself in until you come out and he gets the chance to forgive you

the type to stand in the rain and hold a sign saying sorry right outside your window, a very cheesy romcom style (gaz made him watch them)

he loves you more than anything and loves you even more than you can keep up with him and laugh at his jokes, no matter how awful they are

he wants 4 kids by the way

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MINECRAFT STORY MODE JUMPSCARE

lengthy hc stuff under read more <3 a lot of it is also based on my own little bit of rewriting of mcsm's story bcz lets be real its not The Greatest, but it is a fun story nonetheless and i wanna play with it,,

i'm not sure if it was ever established that they canonically live in the city where endercon takes place or they live somewhere on the outskirts of it, but for my personal hc, i imagine they live on the outskirts of endercon's city :]

axel and jesse are both orphans who grew up together, though while axel was born in their hometown, jesse just showed up out of nowhere with reuben. jesse's earliest memory is meeting his bestie by a water fall, but beyond that, he doesn't really remember anything about his own past.

the two of them met olivia when they found her getting bullied by adrien and his friends. they both stood up for her and soon after that, they all ended up being friends - she didn't hail from their hometown either, having actually moved there and was considered an outsider by most people (adrien and his friends especially), so jesse related to her a lot right off the bat

i wanna write more regarding the threes relationship with the order, petra and the ocelots, specifically lukas, but i think i'll wait until i draw them (which might take weeks. or months. we'll see..)

some character centric (cz the other one is backstory centric) hcs:

jesse thinks he's the same height as olivia. he's not. he's the shortest out of the entire group. he denies this reality with all his (tiny) being.

while jesse uses he/him pronouns he's not actually comfortable being referred to solely as a man. he doesn't have a label for it but he feels like he's a lot more flexible than that. he's honestly pretty okay with any pronouns, axel has used they/them and she/her for him in the past, which he really liked

olivia is #1 woman enjoyer worlds biggest lesbian. i loved the idea of her having a small crush on petra, and a BIG puppy crush on ellegard (which died into a normal admiration for an idol after the wither arc). i want to give olivia a girlfriend in s2,, i also think i want to make her transfem, because transfem olivia is so good and she reminds me of some of my transfem friends,,

axel never gives me the vibes that he'd care about romance or anything like that, so i thought of him being aromantic, maybe even asexual? i think he has a very queerplatonic relationship with his friends, specifically jesse and petra :] i also love the idea of him using he/they pronouns. axel's fine with being called a man, but they kinda wanna get silly with it sometimes, yakno?

again i wanna write so much more but this has already taken me like, 30 minutes?? soo i'll just end that here for now hsgjhsgse

#my art #minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm olivia #mcsm axel #listen ik ive been posting dungeon meshi a lot and trust me im a lil insane abt that #BUT whenever i pull away from dungeon meshi im always thinking abt mcsm #even when im playing stardew valley.. SO !! mcsm jumpscare #man i was not kidding about that lengthy bit huh

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elvisslut · 9 months

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Tearing me down..

||tw- Suicidal thoughts, attempt at suicide, smut, cheating, depression, in depth details of feelings,hospital,in detail hospital visit||

You knew Elvis was cheating but hearing him and seeing him with someone else was a different kind of pain though. You loved him too much to leave after that so the cheating became more frequent each time you let it slide. Well..you still thought about it but you let it slide pass elvis.

Loving him became a sickness and it was dragging you to your grave. A grave you didn't want people to find out about. Him cheating on you is not only demeaning but it's embarrassing. It hurts to love him an not receive the same love back. He hurts, Elvis Presley for you.. Is the definition of hurt and Belittlment.

But he is also the love of your life. A man you can't live without. "Y/n? You okay? You look really sick" Joe says as he walks in the kitchen, you pouring you probably 7th cup of coffee. Since you caught Elvis and continued to catch Elvis you really couldn't sleep, you had constant fights with him, he hardly kisses you anymore let alone makes love to you.

You used to have such a good relationship, now it's just lies and cries. "Yeah.. Just tired" you give Joe a light smile and walk out the kitchen to the dining room table talking aseatamd watching out the window at the fans aching for Elvis. Elvis isn't even your husband.. You're not obligated to stay. But love works in ways no one will ever understand.

Joe was worried, beyond worried. He loved you like a sister and hated seeing you the state you're in. Elvis got more sleep then you and that in itself is a big thing that's strongly noticeable. Elvis averaged three hours you were lucky if you got a hour.

"Hey doll.. Ya okay?" Elvis said looking over at you with a grown after having come down stairs. "Yeah.. I'm okay" you say getting up and downing the rest of thehot coffee in your cup, going over and pressing a kiss to his cheek, handing him the cup since he was going to the kitchen then Going to the living room.

"E. P. Hey.. Come here" Joe says waving Elvis over to him. "Y/n looks real sick.. Maybe you should take her to the doctor.. " Joe suggests. Elvis chuckles and shakes his head." naw naw she's just tired.. I don' got the time to take 'er and I've got a few girls coming over today.. So I can't be gone" that's it. Joe figured it out. Elvis knew you'd stop caring so much for the girls.

He knew and he was waiting for it. He loved you but the thought of fooling around with you wasn’t much of a turn on for him. You loved elvis so much that no buts ifs ands or wills will ever stop you from loving him with your entirety.

“E..you’re hurting her with all the girls.” Joe says bluntly. “She doesn’ mind. She would have left me after i got caught with Olivia” he smiles at joe earning a frown. “You screwed Olivia? Is that why they ain’t friends no more?” Joe asks, Olivia was your best friend. For years. Then you found her under Elvis and thats when your world started to shatter.

“Im going for a drive ill see you boys later” you say stepping in the kitchen oblivious to the previous conversation. “ill come with” Elvis says looking back at you planing to talk to you about what joe said.

“I um..i don’t think thats a good idea..you just..you stay here” you say giving him a smile and turning around going outside. Joe had a horrible feeling in his gut. He didn’t like that you were going alone but he understood that you probably needed a break from Elvis.

Killing yourself was frowned apon.. But you'd be dead. Why was it so frowned on. It's such a easy escape.. From everything. It's such a easy way yo get away from Elvis.. From the love you have for . You parked the car at the end of the Memphis Bridge and walked the sidewalk amongst others, stopping in the middle and looking down at the water tears in your eyes. It was your last straw a while ago, but it all became too much.. Too overwhelming recently. You weren't going to jump..heights sacred you but you snagged up some pills from Elvis and took them.

"E, y/n's been gone a awful long time" Joe says that's same feeling in his gut getting worse. Elvis sighed and looked at the girls in front of him putting his guitar down. "Wait here girls I gotta go find someone" he says as if it were a harsh task.

They drove around for a while spotting your car then multiple police cars and several people not spotting you. Elvis and joe rushed out of the car, pushing through all the people as time seemed to slow for Elvis. The moment they seen you on the concrete with a officer giving you chest compressions Elvis broke down. Immediately going to his knees besides you.

The officer does a few more compressions and slowly you come back to see Elvis Joe and many others towering over you. Elvis puts his arms around you and squeezes for dear life. He almost lost you. Legitimately lost you. If a officer wasn't here he'd be burying you by next week.

"Oh god, oh god.." he sways with you back and forth sobbing holding you as close as humanely possible. "My baby.. My satnin, 'm so sorry please please don' leave me here. Please mama." his cries seemed to fade out. "Its okay my precious boy.." you say quitly as your conciseness slips from your fingers.

Everything for Elvis was dark once you fell unconscious in his arms that day. You'd been in a coma for a week. Elvis has not once left your side. He felt guilty and hurt that you'd do that but he mostly just felt a feel that had no word. Maybe sad love? Longing? There's no telling.

He knew his was at fault, he knew it too well. He felt regret for every girl he's been with that wasn't you. He couldn't get out of that room but he couldnt look at you. You had so many wires and tubes hooked up to you just to keep you alive.

He bit down on his lip as the last person visiting you left, he cried silently in the chair sat by your bed and the window. He scooted the chair to your side and grabbed your hand feeling the warmth of your skin. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed softly against your knuckles then laying your hand against his cheek, crying harder as he did.

Not knowing if this was the end of you or not. "Pull through this for me baby..ya gotta come back to your precious boy..please come back to me mama" he chokes on a sob and lays his head against your belly.

All the veins in his body pulsed for you. He didn’t realize it till the this week. You may have not noticed but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you whenever you were around him. He didn’t want to touch you in a sexual way not because you didn’t turn him on but because he thought you were too good too important to be touched like that by him.

“You’re my girl..you’re my girl, my girls gotta come back” he cried hearing tge door open to show a nurse the most dreadful part coming in a matter of seconds.

They were able to see if you could make it in your own without the life support. One by one the tubes and wires came off. Coming down to the last one that was helping you breathe. Once it was pulled out his heart stopped. A few seconds and you breathe in heavily for air, the nurses spoke to elvis for a second then left leaving him alone with you again.

Elvis let out a breath of air and rushed to your side again pressing his lips against your forehead. "That my good girl..thank ya.." he said softly tears streaming down his cheeks.

A few days went by and Elvis continued to watch you like a hawk. "Elvis?" you grumble with a cough your throat tremendously dry. Elvis bolt's to his feet and goes to you seeing if you were really awake tears flooding his eyes. You cough again snapping him from his state and rushing to get you water.

"Here baby drink.." he says lifting the cup to your lips and tilting it letting you drink the water slowly. You looked up at his eyes, his pretty gorgeous blue eyes and fell in love all over again.

"'M gonna go get someone.." he says rushing off.

The next few days went by fast Elvis did nothing but kiss you and apologize and pamper you. Then you went home. Definitely a place you wanted to go but.. It hurt to be back though. All the extra pain and hurt. But Elvis was back to being in love with you and it all washed that away.

He smiled at you as you got his help laying in the bed. Your bed.. Your shared bed. It felt so good.. So good to be back in this bed. Your boyfriend laying down right along side you.

He searched your eyes and slowly moved forward pressing his lips to yours and moving his hands up your shirt.

His fingers felt each inch of your skin as he pulled your shirt up and off of you, then working down at your pants tugging them off. "I missed this side of you precious boy.." you say softly reaching up and undoing his shirt, looking back into them pretty blues..

"I missed this side'a me too mama" he softly says leaning down getting another kiss from your lips. He pushes his pants down just enough to pull himself out and gets on top of you lining himself up and pushing in.

Your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you let out a pretty moan just for him. Just for your precious boy to hear. He moves his hips at a steady pace wrapping his arm around your back and holding you close.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, you lean up and kiss them away then wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I love ya..fuck mama..fuck i love ya” he grunts, the noises like music to your ears.

“I-..love you too baby boy” you moan out softly, elvis slows down and gives a few harsh thrusts before you’re both coming on done.

"Ya make everythin' so worth while.. Please never ever scare me like that again" he says tears continuing to stream down his face.

"I promise"

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msmargarita · 10 months

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✨🤓Johnathon/🕳️ Spot Headcanons✨

These are some headcanons I wrote for my two fics:

i'm not going to turn into a cosmic anomaly and leave you forever

and

i'm really serious this time, baby

It has !!spoilers!! for both of those fics!

It's basically an AU unless I somehow foresaw the future and guessed what happens in BTSV!

Beware the keep reading button. This is HUGE.

🤓 Johnathon HCs!

HE IS A GEMINI. Like come on. Talks a lot, nerdy, silly guy. He is a canonically silly guy! In his first fight with Miles he pretends to have hurt his nose (he doesn’t have one) to trick him. So silly! I would bet there's Capricorn somewhere in there too. And Pisces. I’ll make this man’s whole birth chart if you dare me. Just dare me. I’m insane.

Jason Schwartzman used to be in a band in the 00s. I think it would be cool if Johnathon also had some sort of interest in music. I think he would have tried to learn guitar in college but only got a few chords in before life got too chaotic and every now and then he thinks of picking it back up.

He is also one of those guys who fanboys over old ass music, especially from the 60s and 70s. Loves Jazz, Funk and Prog Rock. Look at this man and tell me he is not a prog rock guy. He is a nerd, he might even be *shudders* a math rock guy. I also think he would have one completely random favorite artist that has nothing to do with the things listed above, like, idk Lizzo. Or Princess Nokia. He just looks like the type.

I think everyone agrees Johnathon is at least in his thirties, but I put him down as thirty-three in the end. I did that because Olivia is thirty-five tops in ITSV (according to Peter) and since he was her subordinate it makes sense that he would be just a little bit younger than her.

“But hey! That's too young to get a PhD!” you might say, but I think Johnny is an overachiever. I think he was one of those super genius kids that got in early in college and lived for academia. A teacher's pet even.

He is a workaholic, so when he quits his job he gets really lost and doesn't know what to do with himself. He might have a new job soon doing what he loves, so you’re going to need to be on his ass so he doesn’t fall back into his old habit of overworking.

I like to think that Miles would get an internship under Johnathon a few years in the future and they would learn a lot together. Jonathan would probably take a week to figure out he is Spider-Man and would cover for him when the boy needs to disappear. This actually sounds like a fun drabble to write about.

Johnathon may be a genius, but like he said, he is not too familiar with relationships. I think he might've had one or two in the past, but everything slowed down when he started working at Alchemax. “I’ve been told” is referring to those past relationships, in which he was probably told that he works too much and never has time to spend with his partners. He’s not been with anyone for a long time and his game consists of buying the first comic book he saw on a shelf in order to ask you out.

But that doesn't mean he is cold. Quite the opposite really, Johnathon is very touchy-feely. He hasn't been with anyone for a while and misses touching and being touched. He is most comfortable when being at least 70% curled around you.

He smokes Dunhill Carltons (he likes to feel fancy), but less now that he isn't as stressed from work. Like he said, he used to go on walks to smoke and pass by the comic book store you work at before you guys had even met. I like to think he developed a little crush back then.

Had his tattoos done in college, so they are very faded now. He doesn’t think of redoing them because the mere thought of having to stay seated for hours in the same place feeling pain stresses him out. He was a lot more easygoing when he had them done.

He did have a superhero phase when he was a kid. He would fantasize a lot about having superpowers and flying away when the bullies showed up. Never thought about fighting back. Before becoming the Spot, he wasn't the confrontational type. The hero thing fizzled out as he grew older, but he would always dream about being stronger. Being a better version of himself in a kinda superficial, but understandable way.

He still has a bunch of action figures, he thinks they look cool. If you give him one, he won't even care if he knows the character or not, he just likes them.

Even though Johanthon says he is “good-looking”, he does add “for a scientist” in the end. I think he tries to mask his insecurities with humor, always putting himself down with a joke, always saying he’s too old, too corny, too nerdy. In the back of his head he knows the hair and the glasses are kind of a look, but he doesn’t feel handsome. You help as much as you can, but that’s an obstacle for him to overcome by himself. I think after i’m really serious this time, baby he gets better at this.

🕳️ The Spot HCs!

For clarification: the story of i’m not gonna turn into a cosmic anomaly and leave you forever stretches the plot of ATSV to a few weeks instead of a day. Just think of it like Spot taking a little longer to power up instead of a few hours.

Since he was forced to do crime to survive, I think he would've thought to himself: "Well, since I have to go rob a store anyway, might as well be that one where that cute cashier works at."

Yes, Spot starts tracking and following you after you two meet. He uses his computer nerd powers for evil. A very unhealthy way of dealing with a crush, I think.

Spot can eat but he doesn't get any nutritional value from food. When you drink wine together or when he burns his tongue (?) from tea it's just a placebo effect. I like to think that Johnathon's mind is still inside The Spot's body, so he eats just for habit. He says he gets hungry all the time, but it's actually a deep need to consume everything around him. The little rascal.

As he powers up, Spot gets more confident in himself. He thinks the stronger he gets the further away he gets from Johnathon, his old self. Which, in the end, turns out to be true.

I think at first you don't really believe Spot is an actual supervillain which is why when you see him after the fight in Mumbattan it's such a shock. In a way, you did the same thing Miles did when he underestimated him, even if for whole different reasons. I think even though he knows you care about him, Spot knows you don't see him as a threat and that makes him want to impress you more.

Spot knows that the reason you keep getting new jobs is because his own crazy supervillain life keeps interfering with yours, so he tries to keep it as much hidden from you as possible. He thinks what you don’t know can’t hurt you! As Johnathon, he feels guilty at first that you’re changing your whole life to go with him to New Jersey, BUT this time it was your choice! Not because of supervillain shenanigans!

He does love you (even if it was too early to know) and wants to be with you, but his head is so lost in the supervillain game, he thinks he can’t stop now. You never really realized how serious he was about “being stronger”. Which is why you never tried to stop him.

I chose I’d Rather Be With You as a theme song because I think it’s a song Johnathon/Spot would enjoy. But I also like how the lyrics match both their feelings towards you, in both fics. He wants to fly away with you once he gets all powered up, he loves your smile, etc. He does want to be your friend until the end as the Spot, but as Johanthon he is really committed to work on his bad habits in order to be with you. We gon' make it this time, baby! I cry, damnit.

It’s also a surprisingly gender-neutral song, with no physical descriptions in it! Anyone can put themselves in the lover's place. Bootsy Collins is cool like that.

I like to think that, in the end, Spot didn't erase himself from the timeline. He just reloaded an old save. Does that make sense? Like you said, your relationship will always have happened, just in an old, non existent dimension. And since Johnathon and you still get dreams and deja vu about the whole thing (think of it as dimensional residue or whatever), you do have all the EXP of the old save. Johnathon, after going through the literal end of all existence and then forgetting about it, feels something compelling him to finally take a chance and enter the comic book store. It’s like when your body goes through something and it remembers later, even if your mind doesn't. Here's a (hopefully) comprehensive timeline:

the end.

Thank you for taking an interest in my weird AU! I would kill for you 💖

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mamaspresley · 2 years

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blow your cover | austinbutler

wc 2,739 tw none! wtf

req yes

your first met gala, and you were there with vogue, interviewing all of the celebrities that were attending the event. honestly it felt like a dream, really. sure, you’d been involved in the industry for a while but you had never really grown past the interviews that would be filmed and cut to under 20 minutes and then posted on youtube. this was so much more than that — it was live, there was no script, and you got to meet hundreds of big celebrities. you were incredibly excited but also terribly horrified for the event.

it helped a little bit, knowing that your boyfriend of just under a year would be there with you. he was attending the gala on his own, with the cast of his new movie, but it was a comforting feeling knowing that he would be in the same vicinity as you. you remembered when austin got the call that he was attending the met gala, and you had freaked out with him for about an hour over how exciting it was. only a few days later and you had gotten the same call too, as vogue was kind enough to send you in as one of their reporters. you were ecstatic that you and austin were going together, until you both realized that you couldn’t go together. your relationship wasn’t public, and with all the press going on with elvis, austin’s manager thought it was best to hold off on the announcement until after promo was done.

so, unfortunately for you, that meant you would go to the met gala alone. separate cars, separate rooms, and you couldn’t even acknowledge each other. that was, until you had to interview him, of course.

“okay, i think we’re gonna go straight into the elvis segment now,” your producer said from behind the camera, and you nodded, tucking a piece of your curled hair behind your ear as you glanced to your right. austin and his cast mates were finishing up with the people before you, and you had to admit: your boyfriend looked great. it was gonna be difficult not to greet him like you normally would, but you both had gone over the plan before the night started, so you knew you would be fine.

the camera was rolling and olivia and priscilla walked over first, and you greeted the two of them with hugs. “hi guys, how are you? you both look amazing.”

“thank you so much,” olivia said with a smile, grabbing the other microphone from your producer. “we’re so happy to be here. this is both of our first mets.”

“priscilla, it is just an absolute honour to meet you. you were the closest to elvis, so how was it, seeing his story being told from baz’s eyes?”

“i was nervous, but it was, just, magical,” priscilla started, and olivia handed her the microphone. “seeing the trailer for the first time was shocking. i mean, it really, truly felt like it was him, on the screen, and i told austin that as soon as i saw it. he did such a fantastic job, i can’t imagine anyone else doing it justice like austin did. he was just phenomenal.”

“oh, and here he comes now,” olivia leaned in to speak into the mic, and you glanced behind the two girls to see your boyfriend approach. he looked so handsome, the black suit he wore fitting him perfectly and his blonde hair curled and gelled in a way that made it fall across his head sexily. the way you looked at him, he was staring back a million times harder, his lip between his teeth while his eyes scanned over your body in the short time it took him to walk over. neither of you had seen the outfits you each had to wear before this, so you were drinking each other up as subtly as you could.

“elvis has entered the building — austin, what was it like playing the king himself?” you turned the microphone to him, doing a much better job at pretending you didn’t know him than he was. it took austin a couple seconds to wind himself in, his eyes staring down at you for a moment before he finally anchored himself.

“honestly it— it was a once in a lifetime opportunity,” he answered, his voice raspy as he talked slowly, with so much thought behind every word. he had slipped in between olivia and you, his hand placed on the small of your back while he stepped into the empty spot. you hadn’t thought much of the motion until he removed his hand to rub over his chin while he answered. “this role was bigger than life, elvis was bigger than life, so i found it extremely difficult to live up to that. but the, uh, the thing that i always fell back on was just making the people he was close with proud. like priscilla, jerry, lisa marie — these are the people that this movie meant the most to, and knowing that was what really put things into perspective for me.”

“wow. and i have to say, everyone did such a great job,” you said, and austin smiled at that, thanking you. you continued on the interview process, and while you were speaking you could feel austin’s gaze burning a hole into you. after a while you turned back to him, meeting his eyes immediately. you couldn’t help but notice his hand rubbing over his jaw, and he was biting his lip as he watched you. “austin, what was the moment that you remember the most, or hold the highest, during the filming process of the movie?”

you looked up at him as he stood about seven inches taller than you, and austin leaned down to speak into the mic. “vegas rehearsal. that scene—” he paused to look over at his director, who laughed as austin shook his head. “i can’t even begin to explain. baz threw me into the deep end with that one, and i just— it was definitely the scariest moment of my life, i’ll tell you that.”

you’d heard the story a million times over, but for the sake of the interview, you asked, “what made it so scary?” you offered him the mic again, and you felt austin’s hand rest on your back again as he leaned down to answer.

“i really can’t say much or i’ll give it away,” he said, looking down at you with a smile, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes twinkle as he stared down at you. he darted his gaze back to the camera as he laughed. “just watch the movie. you won’t regret it.”

“well, you heard it here. if austin butler tells you to watch the movie, you gotta watch the movie,” you said with a laugh, and the rest of the cast nodded with their own approvals. while you were speaking, austin stood up straight, tuning out from the interview for a quick moment. his hand stayed resting on your back, trailing over slightly to squeeze your hip, and you made a mental note to scold him once you were done. “okay, just one last thing before i let you guys go — the outfits. baz, you look amazing. i saw you earlier and i said you look exactly like the king himself. was that intended? what was the inspiration behind the ‘fit?”

baz did a little twirl, showing off his sparkly jumpsuit, and thanked you as he answered the question. once getting through the rest of the cast, you came back to austin, stepping back slightly to dramatically look him up and down. “and austin — i mean, in and out of the elvis attire, you always look great.”

“oh, well, thank you, sweetheart.” austin offered a smile, placing a hand on his chest as he leaned down to speak into the mic. you had your arm extended slightly, tilting the microphone towards him, and at the compliment the boy placed a hand on your arm, squeezing you lovingly as he thanked you. the way your heart picked up at the nickname and his touch, you could only hope that no one had seen the exchange, as well as the blush coating your cheeks.

“so what was the idea behind the suit tonight?” you quickly brushed over the interaction, looking up at him hopefully. austin met your eyes, seemingly understanding what you weren’t exactly saying, and giving a lighthearted answer.

“prada dressed me tonight. i hope it’s on theme, honestly i have no idea how any of this stuff works.” he laughed deeply, and you smiled at his answer, your heart still beating rapidly from his slip up.

“well, thank you guys so much for stopping by,” you said, “and everyone be sure to check out elvis in theatres june 24th. such a great movie, thanks guys.” your producer gave you the signal and you let out a breath, relieved that you were off the air.

you handed your microphone over to one of the crew members, and looked back over just as austin was about to walk away. he met your eyes, and you stepped over to him. you played it off like you were just having a simple chat with the boy, but your expression turned serious once you were out of eyesight of anyone. “you know, for an actor you’re pretty terrible at lying,” you said, and austin furrowed his eyebrows.

“what? i thought i did good.”

“thanks, sweetheart? you know those go up unedited, right?” at your words, austin raised his eyebrows, his lips falling parted.

“oh shit. i did say that, didn’t i?”

“yes, you did!”

“it can’t be that bad. i mean, i could call anybody that,” he said, and you drew your lips into a straight line, giving a knowing look to him at his pathetic attempt at a defence. “maybe they won’t notice.”

“you were touching me, too! and not in a friendly way, in like a you’re-in-love-with-me way!” you said, exasperated, and austin cursed nervously as he rubbed his chin. you sighed, placing a hand on his arm mindlessly before offering a few comforting words. “okay, maybe it’ll be fine. hopefully no one will notice.”

austin nodded. “okay.” he placed a hand over yours that was resting on his bicep. “but you did fantastic with the interview. it was really good, baby.”

“you think?”

“definitely. you’re so good at your job,” he said, and you smiled at his compliment. he squeezed your hand, tilting his chin down as he looked straight in your eyes. “now go back to work — i’ll see you later. are you going to that after party thing or how does that work?”

“i think i’ll just see you at home,” you said, and he nodded. instinctively, austin leaned in to give you a kiss goodbye, but he stopped himself at the same time as you pressed a hand into his chest and darted your eyes around sheepishly.

“okay, i need to get away from you,” he teased, and you looked back at him, laughing nervously as you nodded, agreeing with him although you knew the boy was kidding when he said that. “’kay, i’ll see you at home. i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

you made your way back to your coworkers, thankfully without any questions, and began gearing in for the next interview you had scheduled.

the rest of the night went by smoothly, and once it was time for your boss to call it a night, you could’ve swore you couldn’t take another second being on that carpet. happily, you got in the company car and headed home, and once you got there you couldn’t be more excited to collapse on the couch.

you took a shower and got ready for bed all before austin came home, finding home in the living room and opening up your book as you waited for him. you heard the keys jangling in the lock at around half past midnight, and when the door opened you leaned over the back of the couch, peering into the hallway and seeing him walk through the front door.

“hey, honey,” he said when he saw you, smiling as he walked down the hallway. austin leaned over the couch, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his hand moved along your jaw to cup the side of your neck. “how was the rest of your night?”

“exhausting. you?”

“me too. i left the party early,” he admitted, and you hummed a sound of approval as you settled back into your book while austin strayed to the bedroom. he came back about ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and nothing more, his hair wet from running it under the sink and free of gel now that he was at home. austin lifted your body up off the arm of the couch, slipping in behind you and pulling you back between his legs as you nuzzled into his warm chest, still focused on your book.

“i told everyone,” austin said, and you stared at your page a while longer, not reading any of the words but instead taking in austin’s, before you glanced at him over your shoulder.

“what?”

“i told olivia and baz. and the rest of the cast that was there. and, i guess, priscilla, too,” he said, and from the look on your face, he continued explaining. “i guess baz picked up on it. he was not surprised at all when i told him that we’re together.”

“oh.” your heart rate had picked up for whatever reason. were you scared? why did you feel so nervous? “yeah, that interview was, um—”

“i know. i’m sorry.” austin rubbed his hand up your arm, over your shoulder and up until his fingers were tucking your hair behind your ear softly. “maybe it’s not such a bad thing, though, if people find out, hey? it’s been a year already. not like anything major is gonna change.”

“yeah, you’re right,” you nodded, and austin hummed before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “i don’t know why i’m scared.”

“it’s okay, baby. i think that’s normal.”

you leaned back into austin’s chest, resting your head back on his shoulder, and the two of you stayed like that for a while. eventually you went back to your book, which you read until you finished the chapter, and then austin asked if you wanted to go to bed. you nodded and followed austin into your room, and the both of you slipped under the covers. you leaned over to shut off your lamp, and austin pulled you into his arms to cuddle you to sleep.

“apparently i was staring at you like i wanted to jump on you at any second,” austin said into the darkness after about five minutes of silence. you giggled small, twisting back to look at him.

“what?”

“that’s what alton said,” he finished, and you laughed as did austin. “guess i wasn’t being too subtle trying to look at you in that dress — which should’ve been illegal, by the way. i mean, i don’t know what they expected, putting you in that and then forcing me to act like i don’t even know who you are.”

“did you see your suit? that thing fit you a little too well. i bet all the famous, hot model girls that were there were trying to flirt with you all night.”

“mhm. and i told them all that i love my beautiful girlfriend and that she’s so good at her sexy reporter job.” you smiled at his response, rolling your eyes at his attempt at kissing your ass but you loved it anyways. the two of you fell silent for a few moments, austin’s breath evening out after a while, a telltale sign that he was close to falling asleep, so you reached a hand up to comb through his hair. he hummed, nuzzling his face into your neck, his lips kissing your skin softly. “i love you so much, baby,” he mumbled sleepily, his voice vibrating into your neck.

“i love you, too, angel.” you moved your hand back down to grab ahold of his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles softly, before he pulled you back closer into his chest, and soon the two of you were fast asleep.

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keepdrivingrry · 1 year

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SAVE YOUR TEARS

summary: in which harry and y/n were in a relationship but they end up breaking up and y/n thinks harry moved on already but he’s only in a fake relationship.

face claim: bella hadid

pictures from pinterest x

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yourinstagram my bubs is doing a movie! so incredibly proud of you harrystyles

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harryfan1 I swear to god if they ever break up I’m going to die.

florencepugh tell harry to bring you on set

↳ yourinstagram see you soon wife

harrystyles I love you.

↳ yourinstagram I love you more <3

oliviawilde so cute!

harryfan2 AWWW LIVE ON TOUR

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y/nupdates y/n seen on the set of don’t worry darling with harry!

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y/nfan1 THEY’RE SO IN LOVE I CAN’T

harryfan2 Y/N WAVED AT ME

↳ y/nfan3 WHAT

↳ harryfan2 YEAH so basically I was waiting for harry to come out because I didn’t know y/n was there but I saw her and I yelled “hi y/n!” and she waved at me and blew a kiss at me, my entire world is made.

harryfan3 HE LOOKS SO INLOVE

harryfan4 MY FAVORITE COUPLE

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enews it’s official..hollywood’s favorite it couple have officially broken up. a anonymous source said “they’ve been broken up for over 2 months, since the middle of filming his new film.” more info in our bio 👀

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harryfan1 I don’t believe in love anymore

y/nfan1 WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

harryfan2 this isn’t real.

harryfan3 I’m in denial

y/nfan2 I wonder how y/n is :(

harryfan4 why did miss olive oil like this??

yourbestfriend please give both y/n and harry privacy, they’re both going through a rough time and they don’t need strangers in their business. please and thank you.

↳ harryfan5 omg it’s real

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y/nupdates y/n seen with her friends out in LA!

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y/nfan1 she looks so happy!

y/nfan2 she has the best friends ever I swear

harryfan1 I wish her and harry were still together

↳ y/nfan3 honestly me too :(

harryfan2 stop I read that harry and olivia are at the same place as her

↳ y/nfan4 don’t do this to meeee

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hsupdates harry seen with olivia wilde at a restaurant in LA!

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y/nfan1 STOP

harryfan1 HARRY NO

y/nfan2 what’s going on why is everyone freaking out?

↳ harryfan2 harry and olive were at the same restaurant as y/n :(

harryfan3 GUYS POOR Y/N

harryfan4 pr

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enews y/n l/n seen leaving a restaurant crying, sources say her ex boyfriend, harry styles was earlier seen entering the restaurant with his current girlfriend olivia wilde.

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harryfan1 literally delete this.

y/nfan1 poor girl

harryfan2 and here’s olivia liking this 🙄

florencepugh delete this, this is a invasion of privacy and just plain out wrong.

yourbestfriend delete this.

y/nfan2 she looked so happy earlier that night :(

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y/nfan GUYS APPARENTLY THAT RELATIONSHIP THAT HARRY AND OLIVIA HAD WAS FAKE?? MEANING WE’LL PROBABLY GET Y/S/N BACK

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harryfan1 IM SO READY

y/nfan2 okayy let’s not get our hopes up

harryfan2 IM MANIFESTING IT

y/nfan3 I’ve been waiting months for this

harryfan3 the fact that I said that relationship was fake and I got hate for it??

↳ y/nfan3 literally same but it’s okay now cause it just makes them look dumb

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y/nupdates y/n seen at harry styles’s concert!

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harryfan1 ITS HAPPENING

y/nfan2 YAYY

harryfan2 finally

harryfan3 I love how everyone is just freaking out in this comment section 😭

y/nfan3 literally crying omggg

y/nfan4 off topic but her outfit is everything

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annetwist girls day with my daughters🥰

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harryfan1 ANNE IS FEEDING US

y/nfan2 THANKS ANNE

yourinstagram aww anne!! missed hanging out with you two xx

↳ annetwist ❤️❤️❤️

harrystyles 😍

gemmastyles just waiting for my idiot of a brother to propose

↳ harrystyles heyyy

↳ gemmastyles what? could’ve happened within the last year but your an idiot

↳ yourinstagram oh my god guys!!

harryfan2 NOT GEMMA COMING AT HARRY 😭

thank you for reading xx

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

pairing - fwb!charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - oral (both receiving), finger sucking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, friends with benefits, light angst(?), i’m sure i missed some

author’s note - okay I actually hate how this turned out and i don’t even think the plot makes sense and it was definitely not supposed to turn out to be this long but part two of jealousy, jealousy is finally hereeee!! the first part was titled after olivia’s song so ofc, the second had to be after conan’s song :) as always, i hope you guys like it <3

part one

after that night at the club, things started to change between you and charles

you couldn’t stop thinking about his words

how this was just a “friends with benefits situation”

you couldn’t help but feel that it was more than that

but it didn’t matter how you felt about it, because he clearly didn’t feel the same

so you started to avoid him

which wasn’t hard considering he was busy with races

but of course, charles noticed your strange behavior

you weren’t accepting his facetime calls, claiming that you were too busy to talk

and you were barely responding to his texts and when you did respond, they were all short replies, which wasn’t like you at all

he became worried and thought that he had done something wrong

charles couldn’t figure out why he cared so much

it wasn’t like you were his girlfriend

but ever since that night at the club when he had to watch you flirt with his best friend, he couldn’t help but wonder

what would it be like if you were his girlfriend? did he want something more? was just friends with benefits not enough for him?

he tried not to think too much about this, worried that wanting more could ruin your relationship and friendship

but still, he was worried that he’d done something to make you avoid him

so he suggested to fly you out to barcelona for his next race

you lied to him and said that you were busy but you promised that you’d be at the monaco race

though considering you live there, it’s not like you could’ve gotten out of going to that race

he would’ve figured out that something was up if you didn’t go

and if you were being honest, you missed him these past few weeks too

when he got back to monaco, he immediately heads to your apartment

he texted you before his flight landed so it gave you some time to prepare

you had just finished cleaning up your apartment when charles arrived

when you opened the door, you were surprised to see that he had all his bags with him, meaning he came straight from the airport

“you didn’t stop by your place first?” you ask

“wanted to see you first. i think you’ve been avoiding me long enough ma belle,” he says as he follows you into the apartment and leaves his luggage by the door

“i haven’t been avoiding you,” you protest

“yeah? then what do you call answering my texts with one worded answers? and not answering my calls? and not wanting to see me?” charles questions

you continue to avoid his gaze, keeping your back to him as you pretended to adjust something on the coffee table

“it’s called being busy,” you lie and feel him come up behind you

“and are you busy right now?” he leans over your shoulder, whispering in your ear

“because i’ve missed you mon amour,” he continues, kissing below your ear

you tilt your head a little so he has more access to your neck

“have you missed me?” he asks

“maybe,” you whimper when he bites your neck softly before soothing his tongue over the bite mark

“well i definitely missed you, love. missed the way you taste,” he starts, pressing himself up against you

“missed your pretty moans, the way you squirm underneath me,” he continues, sliding his hands up your shirt to cup your tits, giving them a squeeze

you let your head fall back against his shoulder while his hands continued to touch you

charles continues to kiss your neck, jaw and cheek, everywhere but your lips as he continued to tell you what he’s missed these past few weeks away from you

“really missed the way your pretty pussy squeezes my cock too.” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth, missing your lips on purpose

you could feel his cock pressing against your ass, growing harder and harder with each passing moment

his fingers were tweaking your nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them softly

his lips were everywhere but on yours and you couldn’t take his teasing anymore

so you spin around and cup his face, pressing your lips onto his, feeling him smile into the kiss

when you pull apart, he just has a smug grin on his face

“so i take it you missed me too?” he asks and you just roll your eyes

“definitely didn’t miss how annoying you are,” you say

“let’s see how annoying you think i am when my tongue’s in your pussy,” he says, backing you up onto the couch

you fall back onto the couch and he makes quick work of getting you out of your clothes

he spreads your legs and kisses your calf up to your inner thighs

“already so wet and you’re still denying that you missed me?” he smirks up at you

“stop being annoying and get to work, leclerc,” you say, making him roll his eyes

“definitely didn’t miss your brattiness,” he mutters, mirroring your words

he continues to tease you, kissing and biting your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want him most but not giving you what you want

“charles,” you whine when his lips ghost over your pussy

“got you whining already hm? that was faster than i expected,” he chuckles

“stop teasing,” you whine, trying to buck your hips up but he holds you down

“so needy already. your pretty pussy hasn’t gotten the proper attention it deserves in awhile hm?” he asks, parting your folds and moves closer, letting you feel his breath on your pussy

before you could even beg him, his tongue is on you, parting your folds and licking from your hole to your clit

you gasp when one of his fingers enter you while his tongue swirls around your clit

he removes his mouth from your pussy and looks up at you while his fingers pumped in and out of you

he loves the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and how your eyes roll back when he curls his fingers

once he knew that you were close, he leans down and licks your clit, quickly making you cum on his fingers

he pulls his fingers out of you, loving the way your arousal coats them

“so fucking sweet,” he licks one of his fingers before tapping the other on your bottom lip

you part your lips and he slides his fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean

“good girl,” he praises before removing his fingers from your mouth, pulling you in for a kiss

“bedroom,” you mutter against his lips

“still want more hm?” he teases but picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before carrying you to your bedroom

after spending countless nights here with you, he knew the layout of your apartment like it was his own

he drops you down onto the bed and begins to shed his clothes

you prop yourself up onto your elbows and watch as he takes his clothes off

“like what you see?” he jokes, crawling onto the bed, hovering over your body as you wrap your arms around his neck

“the view is pretty nice,” you hum, pulling his face down for a kiss while one of your hands traveled down to his cock, stroking him

you guide his cock between your folds, running his tip up and down before he pushes his cock into you

“fucking missed this, love,” charles hisses as your walls squeeze around him

he thrusts into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to him

but even after you’ve adjusted, he’s still going slowly

“faster,” you tell him and he just smirks down at you

“ask nicely.”

“are you serious?” you stare at him

“absolutely. i’ve missed hearing you beg for me, ma belle. you sound so pretty when you do,” he says, stilling his hips, making you whine and buck your hips

“charles,” you whine

“go on baby, you know how to get what you want,” he tells you

“please,” you whimper out

“you can do better than that love.”

“please fuck me– need your cock stretching me out. need it so bad charles.”

once you give in and start begging, he starts to pound into you

you’re gripping onto his arms, nails leaving scratch marks on them as he roughly fucks into you

“feel good ma belle?” he asks, leaning down so his lips barely brushed yours

“so- so good,” you moan out against his lips

your legs tighten around his waist as you feel your orgasm approach

“you close love?” he asks and you nod

he grabs one of your hands and brings your fingertips down to your clit

“touch yourself for me,” he whispers as you whimper and start to rub circles around your clit

charles slows his thrusts as he watches you touch yourself while getting fucked by him

when you cum around him with a soft cry, he pulls out and jerks himself off onto your tits

your mind is hazy from your orgasm as he presses a soft kiss to your lips

“look so pretty like this,” he whispers, looking down at your cum covered chest

he cleans you up and gets dressed before leaving the room to grab some water for you

while he was gone, you calmed down from your orgasm, catching your breath

“you okay?” charles asks when he returns with the glass of water for you

“i’m fine,” you say, thanking him for the water before taking a sip

“i didn’t… do anything wrong?” he asks

“you made me cum two times tonight. definitely nothing wrong with that,” you chuckle

“no, i mean, before tonight. you’ve been avoiding me,” charles clarifies

“no, no. you didn’t do anything. i really was busy,” you say, not entirely lying

because you were busy

busy trying to convince yourself that you weren’t falling for him but he didn’t need to know what you were busy with

“right,” he nods, not really convinced but deciding to let it go

“are you staying?” you ask after taking another sip of water

“do you want me to?” charles asks, sitting down beside you

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” you shrug

“what? you haven’t gotten enough of me yet?” he smirks

“nevermind, you can leave. you know the way out,” you say

“no chance, ma belle. scoot over,” he says and you move over so he has space

you try to leave some space between the two of you but that lasts all of five seconds because as soon as he’s settled, charles is pulling you onto his chest

“now who can’t get enough?” you tease

“shush, go to sleep,” he says and wraps his arms around you tighter

you wrap your arms around his torso and quickly fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat

as charles drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to have you in his arms every night, and not just after sex

the next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, with no sign of charles left in your apartment

the only thing left of him was the note that he left on your night stand

i’m sorry i had to leave early mon amour. had an early meeting with the team. promise i’ll make it up to you :) - charles

all this did was remind you that your situationship with him was just sex

no feelings or strings attached; no breakfast in bed or dinner dates, just quick fucks in club bathrooms and late nights sneaking into each other’s apartments

the rest of the day, you let your mind wander, thinking about what it’d be like to be more than just friends with benefits

what you didn’t know was that charles was thinking about the exact same thing

all morning he couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to have you as his girlfriend

to wake up next to you every morning, to take you out on dates, to walk through the paddock hand in hand, to introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone you meet–

his thoughts were interrupted when pierre called out to him

“mate, are you good? you totally zoned out there,” pierre says

“yeah, yeah. fine. just thinking,” charles says

“everything okay?” pierre asks

“yeah! everything’s great! they’re perfect! why wouldn’t they be?” charles rambles and pierre just stares at him like he grew two heads

“okay then…” he trails off, switching the topic since something was bothering charles but he clearly didn’t want to talk about it

but as pierre started talking about something yuki told him, charles’ mind started to wander again

and it continued to wander for the rest of the week

ever since that thought of you being his girlfriend was put into his head, charles couldn’t stop thinking about it

and every time he saw you at the paddock, he could feel his feelings for you growing stronger and stronger

and he began to realize that maybe he did want more than just sex

but he also didn’t want to ruin what you have right now

so he did what he thought would be the best idea

and that was to avoid you for the rest of the week

unlike him though, you didn’t even notice that he was actively trying to avoid you

you just assumed that he was busy with preparing for the race

not that you were complaining though

being away from him was definitely making things easier for you and your feelings for him

or rather, you trying to deny your feelings for him

but of course, you couldn’t stay away from him all weekend

it was his home race after all

before the race, you show up to his driver’s room to wish him luck

“hey, just wanted to wish you good luck,” you smile when he opens the door

“thank you, ma belle. having you here will definitely bring me some good luck,” he chuckles

“well, i don’t know about me being your lucky charm but i’ll definitely be rooting for you,” you say and quickly peck his cheek before leaving him to get ready for the race

charles was always working hard and fighting to win all his races

but something about having you here and rooting for him made him fight even harder today

and as he looked down at you from first place on the podium, he told himself that he was going to tell you how he feels about you

as soon as he figures out the perfect way to do it

after the podium celebrations, charles heads back to his driver’s room to see you waiting for him

“congrats on the win, champ,” you smile, standing up to give him a hug

“thank you, mon amour,” he says, hugging you tightly, holding on for a few seconds longer

“how are you feeling?” you ask when he releases you from the hug

“fucking amazing,” he smiles, looking down at the trophy in his hand

“winning looks good on you,” you say, squeezing his arm

“are you saying i don’t normally look good?” he gasps while you roll your eyes

“i’m kidding. well no, because i am devilishly handsome,” he grins, earning him another eye roll from you

“alright mr. devilishly handsome, any plans on how you’re gonna celebrate this win?” you ask

“well pierre promised to take me out to celebrate if i won,” charles starts

“hm, sounds fun,” you hum

“would be more fun if you joined,” he offers

“oh no. i don’t want to intrude on your boys’ night,” you shake your head

“you wouldn’t be. besides, i’m pretty sure pierre will be busy with some girls so i’ll be left alone anyways,” he says

“well as much as i would love to watch pierre act like a manwhore with you, i’m a bit tired,” you lie

“come on, it’ll be fun!” charles exclaims as you continue to try and convince him that you were too tired to go out

after a bit more back and forth, charles finally accepted that you weren’t gonna go out with him tonight

you were grateful that he wasn’t dragging you to go out with him

because going to a club with charles would only lead to one thing

and it was the last thing you needed right now

all you needed right now was to try and get over your little crush on him

and you planned on doing that by not giving into him every time you see him

but your little plan failed two hours later

after having a few drinks with everyone at the club, charles showed up at your apartment

he wanted to celebrate the race win but you weren’t there and he wanted to celebrate with you

and he didn’t want to risk hearing you decline his invitation to come to the club again so he went to your apartment instead

you weren’t expecting to see him on the other side of your door at all

because 1. he usually called ahead to let you know he was coming and 2. he just won his home race, he’s supposed be out celebrating

“charles, what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be out celebrating your win?” you ask

“i told you, it’s not fun if you’re not there,” he shrugs lightly as you let him into your apartment

“i’m sure you’d be having a lot more fun at the club than in my apartment,” you say

“i highly doubt that. besides, i wanted to celebrate with you, mon amour,” he says, flashing a smile at you

“well then, looks like we’ll need some drinks,” you say as you head into the kitchen to grab a bottle of tequila and a couple shot glasses

you knew that you needed to get some alcohol in your system otherwise you’d just start overthinking your situationship with charles again

though the alcohol did nothing to help because it only pushed you two closer

a few drinks later, you were on his lap, grinding against him as his lips sucked and nipped at your neck

his hands are on your hips, rocking you against him as his lips kissed every inch of your neck

you pull his head back so he’s looking up at you and lean down to kiss him

and now it was your turn to trail kisses down from his lips to his jaw to his neck

you’re slowly working your way down, getting off of his lap

“i think the race winner deserves a little reward, don’t you?” you whisper in his ear before sinking down to your knees in front of him

he leans back against the couch as you run your hands up his thighs before unbuttoning his jeans

you palm him through his jeans before reaching into his boxers, giving his cock a firm squeeze

he lets out a soft groan and you pull him out of his pants

“hard already hm?” you tease, licking the underside of his cock

“you were grinding on me and you expect me to be soft?” he quirks an eyebrow at you

“nice to know that all it takes is a little bit of grinding to get you all riled up,” you giggle

“thought you said the race winner deserves to be rewarded, not teased,” he mutters as you give his tip slow licks, wrapping your lips around it and sucking softly

“just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” you smirk

“please mon amour,” he mutters before you take his cock into your mouth

“fuck you’re so good at this love,” he moans, tangling his fingers in your hair

he gathers your hair into a makeshift pony tail and lets you go at your own pace

you look up at him as you take him deep down your throat and love the way he throws his head back and let’s out a low groan

“fuck ma belle, don’t think i’m gonna last long,” he groans

“let go for me then, you deserve it,” you say and your words push him off the edge

he cums into your mouth and you swallow every drop, giving his tip a few more licks before he pulls you up

“your turn,” he says and picks you up, kissing you

he carried you into your bedroom, his lips not leaving yours until he laid you down on the bed

he was being softer than usual which surprised you

while you two had soft and lazy sex before, most of the time, it rough and filthy, which was what you were expecting tonight

“you feeling alright?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him

“what? i’m fine,” he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, not sure why you were asking

“just checking,” you start and shrug

“you’re just being a lot… nicer than usual,” you finish and he scoffs

“i’m always nice to you. i do make you cum at least twice every time, don’t i?” he asks

“well yeah… but you’re usually rougher than this,” you say

“well maybe i just wanna slow down sometimes and take my time with you,” he says softly and gives you a quick kiss before he starts to undress you

he pressed kisses against your skin as he pulled your shirt up

“so beautiful ma belle,” he whispers against your skin

you’d heard those words fall from his lips before but there was something different about the way he said it tonight that made your heart flutter

but you didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought because he starts to kiss back down your stomach and pulls your sweats and panties off as his lips got lower

your legs get thrown over his shoulders and his hands are gripping your hips while he fucks you with his tongue

it doesn’t take him long to get you squirming for him and he has to hold your hips down to keep you from moving so much

you’re tugging on his hair and whimpering out his name

“charles– need you,” you whimper and he looks up at you

“yeah?” he asks and you nod

“please, need to feel you,” you beg

“i haven’t even made you cum yet mon amour,” he says

“i’d rather cum around your cock,” you say

“well i can’t say no to that,” he says, sitting up on his knees and fisting his cock

your legs wrap around his waist as he enters you slowly

“mmm fuck,” you whimper softly at the stretch, still not used to it even after all the times you’ve done this

“love this feeling,” charles mutters when he fills you

“need you to move,” you tell him

he starts to fuck you slowly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he does

“feels so good ma belle.”

“you take me so well.”

“fucking love how beautiful you look taking my cock.”

“god you make the prettiest sounds.”

he fucks you slowly, taking his time with you, trying to keep eye contact with you the entire time

even when he’s drunk, he still knows your body like the back of his hand

“i know you’re close love,” he says, rubbing slow circles on your clit

“please,” you whimper, eyes falling shut as you feel your orgasm get closer and closer

“look at me,” he whispers

“wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum for me love,” he says and your eyes open and look into his as his cock thrusts into you just right and sends you over the edge

you cum around his cock with a broken moan, your eyes not leaving his as he fills you up with his cum

“you’re so fucking beautiful, fuck,” he moans as he fucks you both through your orgasms

he pulls out of you and immediately grabs tissues from the nightstand to clean you up

he grabs your shirt from the ground and slips it onto your body before he puts his boxers back on then lays down next to you

he lays his head down on your chest and you’re both silent until he breaks it

“i’m falling in love with you,” charles says softly and you freeze for a second, processing his words

you might’ve been tipsy, but you heard his words loud and clear

“you’re drunk,” you tell him, treading your fingers through his hair

“you know what they say, mon amour. drunk words are sober thoughts,” charles hums

“tell me when you’re sober then,” you say softly and feel his breathing start to even out as he fell asleep

you wished you could fall asleep as quickly as he did, but after his little drunk confession, how could you?

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morallyinept · 5 months

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A full transcribe of JAVI GUTIERREZ'S dialogue/lines from the film THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Of course.

__________________

Mr Cage, I’m-

Javi.

I’m not sure I understand.

I think so.

I am Javi.

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It was fine. Normal. No big deal.

He was incredible. But also like, super cool. He was taller than I imagined because they say actors are pretty short.

No.

He was… just right.

No, we didn’t bring it up. I didn't bring it up. It wasn’t the right time.

I don’t know, Gabriela, maybe I am living in a fantasy world. I mean, look who we are talking about here, the man is a legend!

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Hi.

Huh?

Oh no, I’m sorry, I thought that… did you say? No, I… Oh, never mind. Yeah, so along those same lines, I was wondering, and it’s totally okay if you haven’t, but I was just wondering if you had a chance to read my screenplay?

Mr Cage, this is Ms. Gabriela Lucchesi. She runs all of our agricultural operations. And this is uh, my cousin. Lucas Gutierrez.

What? What do you mean “retired”?

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Gabriela said you are really excited about the cliffs.

Oh, shit! Shit!

We must go now!

Faster!

The General!

The General! The General forbade me to see his daughter Matilda. But we defied his orders! And now, he wants to end my life. Can’t you see him?

Stanislavski? Is he part of the resistance?

I’m sorry, but you can’t quit acting! You can’t!

Whether you like it or not, you have a gift. And that gift brings light and joy to an increasingly dark and broken world!

And to turn your back on that gift, is to turn your back on the entire human race

I’m afraid so.

If we don’t go now, they will fucking kill us! These people smell blood and they come running. They are almost to the edge of the forest. I can hear them! And Matilda, she is waiting down the coast. We have to go now! We have to jump!

I’ve always loved her.

Oh, shit!

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Are you two close?

How did you meet Olivia?

Beautiful film.

So what happened?

No. There's one woman, but uh… sometimes circumstances get in the way of love. And that's just the way it is. Anyway, Mr Cage, what is your favourite movie?

Number one, Face Off.

Number two, let me think… uh. The Cabinet of Dr Caligari.

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It’s hard, like you said, 100 plus years of rich cinema.

Paddington 2.

I cried through the entire thing. It made me want to be a better man.

I fucking told you.

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Truth, or dare, Nick?

Did you hate my screenplay? It’s okay if you did. I just need to know.

I sent it to your agent. He was supposed to give it to you.

Now? Like, right now?

I sent it.

No. Honestly I’m too nervous. My heart is beating so fast. I think I need to go to bed.

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I just want to thank you all for coming tonight. It means more to me than you can know. And I would like to tell a story. A few years ago, my relationship with my father had deteriorated to the point where we were no longer speaking. He could be extremely difficult, my father. And to be fair, maybe I am not that much better. Haha. But when he got sick, I realised I didn’t want to lose him before we could repair our broken relationship.

But I didn’t know how. And then one day, about a week before he died… it happened. A miracle. I looked up and I saw on a tiny little hospital TV… Guarding Tess. We disagreed about literally everything, my father and I. Except for this movie. We both loved it. We would quote it back and forth. In a way, my father was Tess. The former first lady, and I was Doug Chesnic, the secret service agent charged with taking care of him. That movie brought us together. So, on behalf of my late father and myself, I want to thank you.

I bet you didn’t know Doug Chesnic could have such an impact on someone.

Well, thank you for your sacrifice. It was extraordinary.

So, does that mean you want to be in it?

I say, yes. Yes.

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Mr Cage.

Nick. I realised that if we are going to create a work of art, we can’t just sit and stare at a screen. We have to open our minds to the infinite possibilities of what the cosmos has to offer.

Divine inspiration. LSD.

So, I was thinking that maybe our movie would be character-driven.

Right. Or like big explosions.

And work on multiple levels.

And maybe it's just the drugs talking, but what if we had, like a big drug scene?

Fuck, man (In Spanish)

It’s going to be so fucking good! But like, what's it about?

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In terms of genre, I-I like comedies. But not when it’s just two people sitting around, talking.

Oh.

Nick. Listen. You know what I was thinking? Maybe we could have, like a paranoid, thriller-y angle.

Right. Right. Wait, have they been watching us?

Fuck! Did you see that? They just looked over at us.

No, no. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I will look again. Are you ready?

No, that’s how you spook a bear.

A fake laugh? Okay, good.

Oh, no.

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Do you see them?

Here. Use me as a human stool. Do it!

I have a very big head. I’m not gonna make it, am I? Will you tell Gabriela I will miss her?

No. It’s okay. You go live a good life.

But then, we will both die, and I could never live with myself after that, so you let go! You let go!

Goodbye, Nicolas Cage.

I’ll never forget you. Now you get the hell out of here, you go!

Mr Cage?

Hey.

Oh. Yeah… turns out we could have just walked around.

Whatever.

There they are!

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Ow! Ow!

You have to drive on acid, you are a better driver than me.

Because I read that you did all of your own driving stunts in Gone in 60 Seconds.

The wheelies are amazing. Now drive the car! They’re coming, let’s go!

Oh! Holy shit!

Holy shit!

No, Nick. I have an idea. Maybe this movie… maybe it’s about this. About us. Our relationship.

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You want me to let you in there, huh?

Regardless of what the consequences are? Because once you go in there… it could change the way you feel about me. Our entire relationship could change, Nick Cage.

Is it too much?

I know, I am sorry if it is weird.

The Rock.

Con Air. Heh.

No, it's not creepy.

Mandy is a masterpiece.

Of course they are real.

Made especially for the film.

Just look at the guns.

Hmm. About 6,000.

I am sorry, Mr Cage, but this is not for sale.

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Hold on, hold on. Your daughter gets kidnapped?

But who kidnaps her?

The barrel is definitely not warped. Who kidnaps her?

It feels like a completely different movie.

And then what? The finale is about two men saving the girl? That’s terrible.

Give me the gun. You know the key to shooting well? Controlling your breath. Do you know how to control your breath, Nick? Your heart. Your heart must be still. At peace. My heart… is not still. My heart is not at peace. Do you know why?

Because you’re lying to me.

Don’t fucking lie to me.

Don’t fucking lie to me!

I know why you keep on talking about this kidnapped girl. You feel guilty about your relationship with your own daughter.

You are blocked. Creatively. Because you feel guilty about what kind of father you have been.

Pull!

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Nick, I need you to come with me.

I’m sorry to have to take this step, Nick.

No, it is the only option.

What? There’s no need to call them. They are here.

Unfortunately, I can’t do that. You left me no choice!

Yes. Creatively.

No, physically he is tremendous. I mean, he will probably outlive us all.

Ha!

Look, I have grown to care very deeply about your father. And ex-husband. We are working on a movie together. A beautiful character-driven, adult drama. But, he has so many unresolved issues with you, that it is beginning to bleed into the work in a negative way. Isn’t that right, Nick?

Well, you see he has so many regrets.

Well, I had a cat die in the kitchen. And my grandmother was never able to get rid of the smell. I am very sorry for the inconvenience, but this is an emergency. Have lunch with us. And let him say what he has to say. Don’t you think that is a good idea, Nick?

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Wow. That was fucking pathetic.

No, no, no. I am honestly speechless.

Shit. I think we have more work than I realised, but this is good. This is very good. This is a good first step.

Gracias.

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(In Spanish) Well, Lucas. What was so urgent you came all the way up here?

(In Spanish) Sergio Baldassari? The head of the Calabero crime family? I thought he was dead?

(In Spanish) You’re the boss. It’s your call.

(In Spanish) Wait. The election? That means you… You kidnapped Delgado’s daughter.

(In Spanish) What? Who’s being betrayed?

(In Spanish) Lucas, what's wrong? What does any of this have to do with me?

Oh, bullshit.

(In Spanish) What? No. Lucas, no. I had no idea.

(In Spanish) Lucas. Calm down! Calm down!

(In Spanish) Lucas, please don't do this. I swear to God, I didn’t know. No! No! No! No! No!

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Hi.

I’m sorry. I should have asked you before bringing them down.

And I was thinking maybe a kidnapping would work. Our movie would start out as a beautiful character piece, and then slowly change into a more thrilling…

Would you like to drive out to the cliffs? Clear our heads and think through the third act?

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So…

Yeah.

These? No. I’ve had these.

I don’t wear them very much. I don’t think they're really me.

Do you wanna try them on? I think they would look amazing to you.

Oh, wow! Those look incredible on you.

Yeah.

Like, permanently?

Okay.

I totally agree. It’s just… easy.

Well… I guess it’s time to figure out how this thing ends.

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Nick… I meant what I said back there. Which is why this really hurts.

I’m sorry, Nick.

Wait. You were gonna kill me? And are those my golden guns?

Why the fuck would you kill me?

My cousin Lucas is the head of the organisation!

The whole world thinks I run it. When my father died, Lucas took over. He forced me to be the figurehead.

You don’t just leave this world, Nick. You, and everyone you care about, is in constant danger. Why do you think I cannot be with Gabriela?

Are you fucking kidding me? I can’t be with Gabriela because that would put a target on her back. Wait, you seriously didn't realise that we liked each other?

You're in the CIA!

No way. You go first.

I don’t wanna kill you.

I fucking love you!

It’s my cousin. He must've known I wouldn't kill you.

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Faster!

Okay. You just run out there. You get the truck. You come back and get me. I will keep a lookout.

I love that plan. I do. But, you are a faster runner than me, even in subpar footwear. I saw how fast you were in National Treasure.

Not according to the Making Of featurette.

Wait! So you’re gonna go? I’m going with you.

There they are!

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He’s coming up on us.

On your left! On your left!

Holy shit!

Hit the brakes! Hit the brakes! He’ll hit the back of the truck.

Yes it will, yes it will! Just do it, do it, do it, do it!

Don’t worry, he’s totally passed out.

Fuck!

I’m okay. Are you okay?

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There are more soldiers coming. We have to go.

His people could still be in the area. We have to go.

I have a place. Let’s go. Come, come. Come now.

I bought this house 10 years ago for a situation just like this. It has everything we need. Food, passports, materials for disguise. We’ll be safe for the night.

Olivia. I promise you will get your daughter back.

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The girls are likely being held in my cousin’s compound. It is a monastery that they use as a cover, but it is a fortress. It is impenetrable. There are walls on every side.

Tunnels. But with metal doors that only open from the inside. Even if it weren’t for all of the armed guards, it is impossible to get in.

We are going to walk straight in through the front gate.

Lucas is trying to form an alliance with Sergio Baldassari, the head of the Calabero crime family.

Exactly. And since no-one has seen him, no-one knows exactly what he looks like. Olivia. Nick says that you were an incredible makeup artist when you met. So, with some prosthetics and a little makeup…

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Wait. Where is Nick?

He will never make it out if there alive.

Hey!

Shit, come on. Nick, go. Go!

Oh, shit!

Olivia, hand me the guns. They’re right in there.

Okay, stop the truck. I will slow them down.

Yes! You are two kilometres from the embassy. If I slow them down you will all make it.

No!

I'm never going to have any kind of a life unless I stand up to my cousin! I need this. Now, go. Go!

You stayed.

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Nick.

Oh, no, I couldn't watch. I was, uh… I was too nervous. How did it play?

Really? Oh, wow!

This is… Nick. Thank you.

Do you wanna ride to the party with me? They want to interview us. Uh, Vanity Fair.

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I just want you to enjoy yourself, have fun. You will have the rest of the day to unwind, tomorrow to explore. And the big party on Sunday.

N.A.T.I.O.N.A.L.T.R.E.A.S.U.R.E.2

Colon. Book of Secrets. All caps.

I mean, I can change it, if you want.

I should have changed it. I apologise.

You are right, why would I? It is a wonderful film and a phenomenal password.

Welcome to Mallorca, Mr Cage.

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Okay. You ready?

What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole!

Yes, I'm sorry.

What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole?

What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole!

We cut the chit chat, A-hole!

Chit chat, A-hole!

A-hole!

What do you say, what do you-what do you say- fuck, Javi! What do you say-what do you say-what do you say we cut the chit chat, A-Hole!

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It Dies With You // Jason Sudeikis x Famous Reader

A/N: I wouldn’t call this a sequel necessarily, but in my mind this story exists in the same universe as “the inspiration invitation”. Although, you do not by any means have to read that story first. Secondly, I feel a little weird about this one since I believe it is the first thing I've written that explicitly mentions Olivia and the fallout of their relationship. This is purely a work of fiction and I mean no ill will towards any real life people mentioned below.

Summary: Sensing your boyfriend’s frustration about recent headlines involving his past relationship, you encourage him to process those feelings by putting them into song.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

You can hear the clicking of laptop keys and a drink thudding the top of the kitchen counter. You peak your head around the corner, seeing Jason in front of his computer. The light of the laptop screen highlights his face. If you look close enough, you can see the furrow of his brow. He’s agitated and you suspect you know why.

“Jas, honey? You alright?” You shuffle over to him bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck, massaging the muscle underneath. He sighs, looking down and running his hands over his face. He removes his hat, sitting it down on the kitchen counter and looks back up at you. “Yeah, it’s just… you know.” His hands shoot out towards the laptop screen, vaguely motioning towards the words illuminated there. He looks back up at you and you take a moment to take in his features. He seems tired. Hopefully, there should be a break in your schedules coming up soon. The both of you could use a day of serious rest.

Glancing at the computer screen in front of you, your suspicions are confirmed. Headlines about Jason’s failure to pay child support and bleeding his ex dry with legal fees causes you to release a sigh of your own. You hate that Jason is having to deal with this.

“Oh, hon. I’m so sorry.” You move your hand up and gently run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He leans over and kisses the inside of your wrist before shutting his laptop screen closed. He stands and grabs your hand walking you both over to couch. You settle in, resting your feet in his lap and he run his hands over your legs.

“I’m just…. I don’t know what to do. I can’t seem to win.”

You don’t say anything. You reach your hand out to squeeze his arm to signal that you’re there, you’re listening but you leave the space for him to talk.

“I don’t even care about the romantic aspect of it anymore, obviously.” He says gesturing to you, implying that he has since moved on. “But she is still the mother of my children, you know? I have to see her and interact with her for the sake of the kids, one of which has her exact fucking face and it’s hard not to see her when I look at him.”

“I just… I thought we had an agreement. I thought it was understood that the kids came first. They are the top priority. Regardless of where she and I were at in our lives, we never wanted to compromise the relationship with the kids. I will never understand how she can joke and laugh with me on Sunday at our son’s soccer game and then file shit like this in the court system on Monday and then look me in the eyes the next weekend like it didn’t happen.”

“The kids are getting older. What if they end up seeing this stuff online one day? I.. I don’t want them to think I’m a bad father. I don’t want them to think I don’t care.”

You sit up quickly. “No, Jason. I’m going to cut you off right there. You are not a bad father. You have to know that. They know that. I’m sure they do. Its evident in everything you do. Besides, all that really matters is how you treat them. What they will remember above everything else is how you make them feel.”

He sighs again, squeezing your hand. “I know. I just.. I hate this.”

You take a minute to look at him, an idea swirling in your mind. “Come with me.” You say. He looks at you, clearly a bit puzzled but follows nonetheless.

You lead him into the bedroom, digging through one your bedside drawers and pulling out a leather bound notepad. Turning back to survey Jason, your eyes travel down to his jeans setting your sights on the two red pens tucked into his pockets. Perfect.

Gliding towards him, you pick out one of the red pens and hold the notebook and pen out to him to take.

Giving you a quizzical look, he says, “what’s this?”

“I think you need to write.”

He scrunches his nose at you, “like a diary?”

Shaking your head at him, you continue, “No. like a song.”

He stares at you for a moment, not seeming to understand you. “I think you’ve forgotten that I am not the songwriter in this relationship sweetheart.”

“Oh, now I don’t know about that. I saw that video you made with Charlie Puth. There’s untapped potential in there, Sudeikis. I can tell.”

“Yes, a video I believe has been marked private. For good reason.”

You lead him to the bed, laying the journal face open on your lap. “Look, in all seriousness, I really think it might help. Part of the magic of songwriting is taking all of that shit that is ruminating in your brain and getting it out.”

He runs his hands over his chin looking down at you, “yeah but with songwriting you have to like make shit rhyme.”

“So? Fuck that. You don’t have to make it rhyme if you don’t want to. It’s your words. Plus, you’re really gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that you can’t come up with a rhyme, Mr. improv comedy?”

“…fair enough.”

You grab his hands, playing with his finger tips. “If you truly don’t wanna do it - forget I even said anything. But I think getting all those feelings out on paper, expressing it, helps you let go of it. It’s a way to take those thoughts that creep around in the corners of your mind and finally put them to rest. You write it and it no longer has to belong to your mind alone. You finally get to put a bookend to it and create space for something else. You don’t have to do anything with it. You don’t even have to share it with me if you aren’t comfortable. I’m not asking you dissect your creative integrity. I’m just asking you to get in front of a page and write. It doesn’t have to be poetic. Fuck that. Just write what you feel. If you don’t get it out, once you die this idea dies with you. Get in front of the page and get it out, if for no other reason than to make your mind a clearer place to live in.”

It was a much longer speech than you were planning on giving, but you really wanted to try to get your point across to him.

“I get you. It’s a little bit of a morbid way of looking at it - with the whole dying thing, but I get you. “

He grabs the notebook and pen from the bed, twirling the red pen between his fingers.

“I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go into the kitchen, tidy some stuff up. You take some time and space and see if anything comes to you that you’d like to write down. If you want to talk, you know you’ve always got my ear.”

He peers down at you again, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Ok. Thank you.”

You head into the kitchen and start tidying up. You and Jason decided that you wanted to make cookies earlier that day and there was a surprising amount of clutter left over from the whole affair. You can hear Jason mumbling in the other room but true to your word, you leave him be. He emerges a couple hours later, coming up to hug you from behind while you are wiping down the kitchen counter. He places a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. “Thank you.” He murmurs.

“Of course. Everything okay?” You look up at him when you ask. His eyes always give him away.

“Yeah. You were right, of course.” He smiles at you.

He pauses for a minute before asking, “could you.. take a look at it?”

“You’re sure? I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t have to read it if you’re not comfortable.”

“I know but I am. Comfortable, I mean. I know you. I trust you. Plus, if anyone knows songwriting it’s the woman who has one 6 Grammy awards.”

“5 actually, if I win this year, it’ll be 6.” You smirk, correcting him.

He rolls his eyes at you. “Well, you’re gonna win. Come on now. I’m being optimistic about your chances by rounding up.”

“Come on, dork.”

You finish up in the kitchen, leading Jason back to the bedroom. You see the notebook open on the bed. You point towards it, looking at Jason and he gives you a curt nod. “I’m just gonna pop in the bathroom and get ready for bed while you look that over, honey.”

He leans in and gives you a kiss and he’s off, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You’re sure that it is partially true that he’s getting ready for bed. But you’re also sure that even though he was comfortable with you reading what he’s written, he didn’t want to be in the room while you did so. You didn’t blame him. You knew from your own personal experience how vulnerable an activity it could be.

Honestly, you were glad he did because looking down at his scrawl on the page below, he clearly didn’t hold back.

It’s funny how a memory turns into a bad dream

When running wild turns volatile

It’s not funny how it changes

Ended up like strangers

And we burned down our paper house

There were other words and phrases scribbled out throughout the page. Ideas written in margins and then crossed through upon reflection. You were only able to make out one phrase clearly: who taught you wonder, learning, and love were supposed to be easy?

It didn’t really fit, so you understand why he scratched through it but you liked it. You made a mental note of it. If Jason was okay with it, perhaps you would use it in a project of your own.

Another paragraph caught your attention.

They say it’s better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all

That could be a load of shit

But I just need to tell you all

Some mistakes get made

That’s alright, that’s okay

You can think that you’re in love

When you’re really just engaged

Some mistakes get made

That’s alright, that’s okay

In the end it’s better for me

That’s the moral of the story

The bathroom door opens and you look up to see Jason leaning against the doorway.

“It’s good.” You tell him.

“Yeah? Like 5 Grammy awards good?”

“Eh, 5 might be overselling it. Maybe more like 3 nominations, 2 wins kind of good.” You joke back at him.

“Well in that case…” he trails off while walking over to the shelf by your side of the bed, plucking two of your awards and bringing them over to his bedside table. “I’ll go ahead and accept my accolades now.”

You go over to the shelf, examining the remaining awards. “Well it looks like you nicked the album of the year award and you’ve only written one track. So, it sounds to me like you have some more work to do before you go accepting anything, mister.”

“…maybe I’ll do that.”

“Yeah?”

He nods at you. “I’m not saying I wanna switch careers or anything, I’ll leave that to the professional in this relationship, but it felt good. You always seem to know what I need - you’re so busy being you, you don’t even realize how amazing you are.”

He pulls you into bed with him and begins kissing your neck.

“Aren’t you gonna thank me properly? You know…The Roy Kent method?”

His beard is scratching against your skin and you hear him chuckle near your ear. “Ah- yes. I’m familiar.”

He kisses down your body. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”

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