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anyataylorjoys · 9 months
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"The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself" -Friedrich Nietzsche
PREDESTINATION (2013) dir. the Spierig Brothers PERFECT BLUE パーフェクトブルー (1997) dir. Satoshi Kon HATCHING (2022) dir. Hanna Bergholm US (2019) dir. Jordan Peele YOUTH IN REVOLT (2009) dir. Miguel Arteta TRIANGLE (2009) dir. Christopher Smith LOOPER (2012) dir. Rian Johnson SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD (2010) dir. Edgar Wright BLACK SWAN (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky THEY CLONED TYRONE (2023) dir. Juel Taylor ENEMY (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve
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babybluebex · 2 years
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Hi!! if your 4k celebration is still going can i request strangers to lovers with seth? or maybe enemies to lovers (maybe assassin/target situation) with simon? ill let you choose whatever's comfortable!!
I SAW SETH AND HAD A PHYSICAL REACTION I LOVE SETH AND HE'S FORGOTTEN SO MUCH SKSKSK
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The music pumped through your body as you walked. It almost made it easy to forgot what you were doing, but the neon lights and the bodies around you would never let you forget. The Belle Aurore was the usual meeting point for loopers after hours, and that's generally what your clientele was; guys (and girls) who though they were better than you because of the blunderbuss on their hips. Most nights, you just had to swallow your pride and take it.
But this night. This guy. You could tell he was a looper, the chic grey suit on his tall frame telling you everything you needed to know. His ginger hair was pulled away from his face. He had a sort of beauty about him that you hadn't seen in the club before, and you loved the sight of him. He was sitting next to another man, laughing and drinking, and you did what you knew best. As you passed behind the duo, you let your hand lightly touch the redhead's shoulder and, when he looked up at you, you watched his eyes widen a bit as he took you in.
"Hey," he said, his voice high and a little craggy with his drink. Everything about him was becoming more and more ethereal, and you felt warmth in your chest. He was just a customer; why did you feel this way around him?
"Hi," you said, giving him a soft smile.
The guy sitting beside him slapped his arm, and he said, "C'mon, man, it's your birthday."
You gasped, playing your part. "A birthday?" you echoed. "I love birthdays."
The ginger looked at his friend, then back at you, and he eagerly drank in the sight of you, your breasts tugging at your top, your skin glittering under the neon lights. "How much for a dance?" he asked, and you smiled. Loopers were always easy.
"It depends," you told him. "What's your name, honey?"
"Seth," he told you, and one of his hands went to your waist, gently running his finger along your garter belt. "And yours?"
You cooed softly at him, giving him a playful pout. "That's sweet, you wanna know my name," you told him. "Don't worry about that. But my price..." You stopped to think about it, and your fingers lightly started to stroke through his hair, pushing the shorter bits behind his ear. "It's your birthday, and you're a real cutie; fifty silvers."
Seth looked you up and down one more time, not trying to hide the hungry way his eyes darted around from your thighs to your tits and back to your ass, and he said, "Is there a private room we could go to?"
"That's gonna be more than fifty," you told him, and Seth shrugged.
"Doesn't matter," he said. "Lead the way, sweetheart."
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penguinseathearts · 2 years
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seth my love
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introuble-now · 2 years
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ride or die | seth (looper) x f!reader
summary : You weren't the kind of girl to stick around. But Kansas City had its ways of getting under your skin. Or maybe it was just Seth. Seth made you want to stay.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
note : ooohhhhh, i tricked you, it's actually not over yet, i'm writing a part four. (didn't mean to, it just happened that way) sorry for the wait, i had some family over and i was reasonably distracted
P.S shoutout to @diveintothedanoverse for boosting my ego tenfold by reading and enjoying lol, hope you like this one too ❤️❤️❤️
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“Have you heard from Seth?” You’re holding your breath; the phone cold against your cheek. You haven’t bothered to turn on anything more than your bedside lamp, sitting just at your hip, since coming home from work. The apartment is thickly dark, seeming haunted in its emptiness. The studio holds only scattered boxes, packed haphazardly with all you owned. Frighteningly little. 
“Indie? Is something wrong?” Joe’s words are slow, slurred. He’s been sleeping. Probably sleeping off a hangover. You don’t have the patience for it, anxiety a knot in your chest, tightening. Seth hadn’t visited you in a few days, and that in itself wasn’t worrying. You knew he was upset. And he was allowed.
It turned out, he thought it was a joke at first. He thought you would stay.
“I missed a bunch of calls from him, and now he won’t pick up.” You clear your throat, trying to disguise the tremble in your voice. You couldn’t shake the feeling, the instinct. You didn’t know why, but you knew. Something was very very wrong.
“Should I be worried?” Joe asked. You could throw something. At him preferably.
You swallow your indignation. “I don’t know, Joe. I don’t— just let me know if you hear from him, okay?”
You don’t give him a moment to reply, ending the call, and moving to dial Seth again. Against your better judgement, you plead under your breath, manifesting hope into the quiet air. It could be nothing. Everything could be fine. Generally, missing a few calls from Seth wasn’t a big deal.
Seth, by nature, was a drama queen. Bothering you all the time about any thought that entered his head. He ran out of hair gel. Joe likes baseball. He tried papaya and wasn’t a fan. Is he doing his eyeliner right? He bought a bike. A girl at the Belle was making eyes at him, he was sure. He lost his coat. He made an extra silver today. He missed you. All equally urgent, by his standards at least.
You didn’t mind, didn’t mind you were the first person he wanted to tell, no matter how inconsequential. Maybe it was selfish, but it made you feel special, even if the attention he wanted was from girls at the Belle. He didn’t belong to you. But it had started to mean everything that you had this moment with him, this time and this space, when he chose over and over to look to you.
But these days, with the number of loops closing lately, you were nervous. Death felt like it was on the tip of every Looper’s tongue. Cooper and Red. If you could just get ahold of him, just hear his voice to soothe you. You’d let him coo about how worried you sound, and you’d tease that once Kansas City was behind you, he’d really have to get a new emergency contact.
“Indie?”
You look up, phone still in your hand, ringing into nowhere. There’s a shadow you notice now, in the room, moving slowly towards you. His voice is soft, and you aren’t frightened anymore.
“Seth, thank god.” You move to the wall, to the light switch, so you can see him, meet his eyes and feel the tension slough off your shoulders. He was okay. Everything was okay again. “Standing in the dark, you look like—”
The room lights up, a yellow glow bathing you both. You stare into his face, disbelief sticking to your tongue, the fear back upon you like some feral animal. His muddy green eyes stare back at you, but his hair is short, grey, his face wrinkled and weary. Seth, but thirty years older.
“—a ghost.” You whisper, your mind clouding with panic. He let his loop run.
He’s earnest, hands out, palms up passively. “I don’t mean to scare you.”
You feel like crying, looking at him, listening to him. You can’t think straight. 
“What’s happening?” Your voice trembles, and he grimaces softly.
“I’m so sorry. He is too, that’s why he didn’t come to you first.”
Deep breaths. You’ll have time to be overwhelmed later. You swallow hard, searching his face, turning critical. You’ve got to be smart about this, focused. “You remember this? You know where he is?” 
He nods. “I came to tell you. And I,” He pauses, looking over you slowly, as if memorizing you in this moment. You feel strangely vulnerable beneath his gaze. He shakes his head. “He’s at Joe’s, hiding under the floor.”
“Are you—is he safe?”
His face falls, solemn. “No. They have Joe; he’ll sell him out.”
You pocket your phone, moving your hand through your hair, looking away. Processing. Planning. You clear your throat. “Why would he do that? He’s Seth’s best friend.”
“They know things about him. He’s afraid.” Your putting your coat back on, gathering a few things, first aid, change of clothes, water etc, your ear still with future Seth. An anger burns in your face at his words.
“I don’t care if he’s afraid.” You breathe hard, meeting his eyes. “I would never do that to you.”
His smile is small, without the arrogance or the brim of a laugh that you’re used to with Seth. And yet.
“I know.” He says quietly.
He looks sad, watching you. He reaches up to pull at his ear, a nervous habit you’ve seen a million times before. Seth sitting in your apartment, chuckling about something stupid, pulling on that damn ear. Seth hovering behind you, making doubly sure you’d make your way home alright, before joining the boys at the bar. Seth staring at you, mouth dry, when you had him vet a new dress you’d bought for the Belle, navy and sleeveless. 
If he kept insisting you come along with him, you figured you might as well have something nice to wear. You remember laughing at his sheepish expression, before he remembered who he was talking to, and starts to banter normally again. Something gold flashes against the light as future Seth pulls on that ear, and your breath catches.
It’s stupid, and far from the priority, you know. But you can’t help it.
“You’re married?”
He freezes, looking at his own hand, at the ring slowly. His smile widens. “Yes. Eventually. Takes a while to be, worthy, ya know.”
“I’m happy for you.” You return a smile, holding back sudden tears. You hope that the life this Seth came from, was a happy one. You fantisize for a moment, imagining you might be a part of it. Feeling so strongly then, that you want to be apart of it. He looks over the ring, his expression far away.
You shake yourself lightly, collecting your thoughts, clearing your throat to get his attention again. Your eyes meet, and you nod, smile smaller but more genuine. “Time is of the essence.”
“Be safe.” He says, his expression falling slightly.
“Of course.”
He nods, his gaze searching your face. There’s an awkward silence, anxiety nipping at your heels, thinking desperately of your Seth. You had no idea what to do once you’d found him, but you knew it would be better once you were together again. But you don’t move at first. Maybe because you know, somehow, this man in front of you is also your Seth, and you can feel there’s something he wants to say.
He stalls, at a loss, it seems.
“Shit,” you mutter suddenly, “Are you going to be okay? Where will you go?”
He swallows, focuses. “I’ll find my way. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m smarter than I look.” He chuckles. “Promise.”
You laugh a little with him, a fragile hope welling up at the look on his face. Maybe everything would be okay. Eventually. 
“Just in case you need anything, remember I’m here. You remember my number?”
You turn to write it down quickly, but he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, stopping you. “I remember.”
Warmth floods your chest, a kind of embarrassment, shading your cheeks. His hands take ahold of yours, squeezing softly, his goodbye. You feel strangely choked up as he stands so close to you.
“Thank you, Indie. It means the world.”
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"LOOPER" (2012) Review
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"LOOPER" (2012) Review Time travel can be a tricky topic for a fictional story. Some writers can do wonders with a story featuring time traveling. Some writers start out well end up creating a mass of confusion. And other writers . . . well, they end up simply creating a bad story. When I had first learned about the premise for the 2012 science-fiction movie, "LOOPER", I feared I was about to see a time travel movie with a bad plot.
According to writer/director Rian Johnson's tale, the United States is in a state of economic collapse in the year 2044. There is social decay, a high rise in crime and a mutation has developed within a small number of the Earth's population that gives them a telekinetic ability. Thirty years later, time travel has been invented, but immediately outlawed. Tracking technology has made it impossible for criminals to dispose of bodies. Crime bosses use illicit time travel to send their victims back in time, where they are killed by assassins called "loopers". These assassins are paid with silver bars strapped to the back of their targets. When the crime bosses want to end a looper's contract, they send his older self back to be killed by his younger self, paying the latter with gold bars as a last payoff. Failure to kill the older self is punishable by death. Joe Simmons is a looper in 2044 Kansas, whose boss - a time traveler named Abe - is sent back to the past to supervise him and his fellow loopers in the area. Best friend and fellow looper Seth tells Joe that he had failed to kill his old self and that the latter informed him of a criminal mastermind named the Rainmaker, who is closing down all loops. Joe eventually betrays Seth in order to maintain his secret stash of silver. Joe's older self eventually arrives from the past and Joe first kills him. But due to a tragic incident thirty years in the future, Old Joe changes time by escaping to the past on his own. He escapes and Joe tracks him down to a diner, where he tells Joe that the Rainmaker sent him back to be killed, and that Old Joe's wife was killed during his capture. Old Joe killed his captors and traveled back to kill the Rainmaker as a child. Joe attempts to kill Old Joe and fulfill his contract, but both of them flee when they are attacked by Abe's hit men or "Gat Men". Due to a piece of a map in Old Joe's possession, Joe finds a string of digits that leads him to farm owned by a woman named Sara, who lives with her son, Cid. Meanwhile, Old Joe uses the remaining digits on the map to track down the location of three candidates who might turn out to be the Rainmaker as a child. Old Joe intends to kill all three to prevent his future wife's death. Sounds complicated? Trust me, that was only the beginning. For reasons that escape me, Rian Johnson, along with Kimberly Amacker and the rest of the movie's makeup team decided to use prosthetic makeup to ensure that Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who portrayed the younger Joe Simmons, bear some resemblance to Bruce Willis. They hired Kazuhiro Tsuji for the job. Tsuji did his best in altering Gordon-Levitt's looks, but in the end, it all depended more on the actor's performance to make the transformation work. A part of me feels that his prosthetic makeup was not really necessary. Also, complicated time travel stories such as the one for "LOOPER" tend to turn me off. Dealing with the subject of time travel is bad enough. But I tend to view complicated plot twists, such as the ones found in "LOOPER" as impossible to follow. But thanks to Rian Johnson's direction and script, I found the movie surprisingly easy to follow . . . aside from one particular scene. I might as well talk about the latter. The sequence featuring Old Joe's first escape from death at the hands of Joe ended with the latter falling out of the window of his apartment. The movie never made it clear whether he lived or died. But the next scene featured Old Joe's reappearance at the fatal cornfield again. This time, Joe killed Old Joe, leaving me somewhat confused. Was there a time reset of some kind? It finally occurred to me that Johnson simply revealed that Old Joe had escaped death, left his fate a mystery . . . and then went back to how this scenario came to be. In other words, following Old Joe's second appearance in the cornfield, audiences learn of the circumstances that led to that moment - Joe's murder of Old Joe, his retirement as a looper, his years in China as a hired killer, his marriage and eventually, his wife's death. The latter drove Old Joe over the edge, and he set out time travel on his own, prevent his younger self from killing him and kill the younger self of the Rainmaker, before the latter can grow and cause the death of his wife. Now, I understood. Once I realized what was going on, I was able to enjoy "LOOPER" a lot more. Not only did Johnson create a fascinating tale in which time travel played a heavy role, he created some fascinating characters - especially the leading one, Joe Simmons. Johnson did an excellent job in showing how the time traveling not only affected Joe Simmons' character but was also responsible for the creation of the Rainmaker. I was amazed at how Johnson's story revealed the ugly consequences of time travel in a way no other writer or filmmaker has done before. His story also developed from the typical science-fiction action thriller into a poignant, character-driven tale about the consequences of grief and revenge. By the time I left the movie theater, I realized that I had seen one of the most original science-fiction thrillers in recent years. "LOOPER" also had the good luck to have some first-rate performers to grace its cast. The movie featured interesting performances from the likes of Paul Dano, who gave an emotional performance as the looper Seth, who set things in motion by warning Joe about the Rainmaker. I also enjoyed the performances of Noah Segan, who gave a colorful performance as Abe's main "Gat Man", Kid Blue, who is eager to earn his boss' respect by going after Joe; Piper Perabo's sexy take on showgirl Suzy; Qing Xu, who projected the perfect air of sensibility and calm for Old Joe; and Garret Dillahunt, who oozed intelligence and danger as another "Gat Man", who manages to track down Joe to the Kansas farmhouse. But there were performances that really impressed me. One of them came from Jeff Daniels, who was an absolute delight as the sharp-tongued crime boss Abe. His advice to Joe about relocating to China upon retirement turned out to be one of the movie's highlights. Emily Blunt acquired an impressive American accent for her role as Sara, the practical farm owner that gave Joe shelter. Not only was I impressed by her different accent, but also her performance and strong screen presence. I cannot say enough about Pierce Gagnon, the child actor who portrayed Sara's son, Cid. Gagnon gave one of the best child performances I have seen in years . . . and one of the creepiest. Of the entire cast, Joseph Gordon-Levitt had the most difficult role. Not only did he have to capture many aspects of Bruce Willis' portrayal of the older Joe, but also the older actor's speech pattern, body language and screen persona. And too my surprise, he stood up to the plate and knocked it out of the ballpark. I can also say the same Bruce Willis' performance as Old Joe. Sure, his usual wise ass screen persona was there . . . somewhat. But he also took his character beyond the usual persona and to greater heights by portraying Old Joe as a man caught up in his grief over a dead wife and obsessed with vengeance and determination to change time. I would not say that "LOOPER" was perfect. Instead of writing a clear and straight narrative that a story of this complexity needed, director-writer Rian Johnson tried to be a little clever in explaining Old Joe's arrival in the past. And I feel that the prosthetic makeup for Joseph Gordon-Levitt was unnecessary. But despite these quibbles, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this movie. Johnson, along with an excellent cast led by Bruce Willis and Joseph Gordon-Levitt, delivered one of the most original movies I have seen in years.
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pedroam-bang · 5 months
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Looper (2012)
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Looper (2012) | dir. Rian Johnson
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bkenber · 2 years
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Emily Blunt On Portraying a Single Mother in 'Looper'
Emily Blunt On Portraying a Single Mother in ‘Looper’
Sara (Emily Blunt) is a single mom who’s learned to stand her ground to protect her home — and her young son. WRITER’S NOTE: This article was written in 2012. As single mother Sara, Emily Blunt is a powerful presence in Rian Johnson’s “Looper” and she more than holds her own opposite Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Bruce Willis throughout. It’s been a busy year for the actress as she has appeared in…
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It's been half an hour since I walked out the cinema and I'm still speechless. I just...I can't today. Just...go.
Rating: 4.75/5
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moviehealthcommunity · 9 months
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Looper (2012)
This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.
Looper has shootout scenes at night, with rapid-firing guns used in a late sequence by the older protagonist. During a flashback to a tragic murder, a sci-fi device uses a strobe light. Emergency vehicle strobe lights are briefly used. A toy truck suddenly starts flashing red lights in one scene at night.
The camera shakes in a few brief scenes. One early scene very briefly uses disorienting camera angles, including rolling motions, when characters take drugs.
Flashing Lights: 6/10. Motion Sickness: 3/10.
TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm is used for unorthodox reasons. One character dies by suicide.
NOTE: Our evaluation of The Last Voyage of the Demeter is now available on our Patreon page at Patreon.com/MovieHealth, and will be available on this page on Tuesday, August 15.
Image ID: A promotional poster for Looper
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Looper 2012 ---------------------- [Waveyreviews] 5 I know... I know. I'm absolutely late to the party 😅 but in my defense. I had tried to watch Looper as soon as it came out back in 2012 and I got soooo bored. It's coz I didn't know what I was getting into😂 I've always seen it among lists of "movies like Interstellar" and "Mind-bending movies" but I just wasn't convinced. All in all... I'm still not totally convinced😂 It's a good movie with a great story line, but personally not one i would go and watch twice.💆🏿‍♂️ The premise is interesting coz it's different, the time travel killings and all... But I felt like I wasn't really drawn into the "world" of Looper... Rather just the story of this guy... which was predictable AF really🥱 Then there was the TK 😂😂 that felt like an afterthought... Like... It felt nearly pointless... Like "what can we do to make the certain people special?" Ooooh give em superpowers😂 and a superpower that has absolutely fuck all to do with the movie. It could have been replaced by anything... A gun even. But all that aside. It's definitely a movie worth watching. The fact that they tried to play around with time travel without actually telling us the science that would mess things up 😂 ACTIVELY AVOIDING telling us the science 😂 Anyway, it's a movie you should watch but I don't think it's going to capture the hearts and minds of everyone. It breeds curiosity, but delivers little satisfaction. So... 5.5/10
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psygull · 1 month
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hey! I couldn't find if you've already got this somewhere - have you got a list of movies you wish more people would go and watch? feels like you've got a real varied refined palate for movies, thanks have a good easter weekend 🥚
hello and thank you! i recently answered an ask with a list of horror and sci-fi movies i recommend (which can be found here) so here's some more that aren't either of those. also look up content warnings for these beforehand if you watch any
Brick (2005) is a neo-noir with all the trappings of the genre (femme fatales, murder, weird lingo) set in a california high school. scrappy, clever, and the directorial debut of one Rian Johnson (see also Looper (2012))
Clearcut (1991) is a thriller about logging, indigenous land rights, environmentalism, and what happens when nonviolence fails. intense and thoughtful, raises a lot of questions but leaves them up to you to answer
likewise, First Reformed (2017) is a psychological drama about a pastor of a church that's been reduced to little more than a tourist attraction having a crisis of faith and ALSO dealing with environmental crises as well. this one's BLEAK but so good. i still think about it frequently
The Proposition (2005) is a western set in the early days of australian colonization. a lawman gives an outlaw nine days to hunt down and kill his older brother, or his younger brother will be hanged. it's about colonialism, civility, and the gruesome violence underpinning all of it. and it's starting to gather flies (also nick cave wrote the screenplay and the soundtrack, so you KNOW it's good)
Moonstruck (1987), to change up the tone completely, is a wonderful romcom starring nicolas cage and cher. i dunno the best way to pitch this one, it's just really well written and fun and good. extremely new york movie
that's a few i've been thinking about recently! i could keep going but five is a good number to end on
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lucyvsky · 2 years
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break me into bigger pieces, so some of me is home with you - c!quackity, and burning and swallowing and leaving
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penguinseathearts · 2 years
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don’t sing if you want to live long
they have no use for your song
you’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead
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introuble-now · 2 years
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ride or die | seth (looper) x f!reader
summary : You weren't the kind of girl to stick around. But Kansas City had its ways of getting under your skin. Or maybe it was just Seth. Seth made you want to stay.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
note : ayyyyyeeeee, i feel a bit like a dad who just got home after weeks getting milk 😬 i got triple whammied by sickness and then struggled with the motivation BUT I FINISHED so i’m proud. hope you guys enjoy 🙂
P.S. @alemonyoyo I DID IT!! HOPE YOU LIKE 🥺
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The latch opens without much give. Joe’s apartment is dark and quiet, a breeze ruffling through your hair slightly, the window open just behind you. The wood floor creaks when you open it, and you resist to instinct to freeze at the sound. You look down into the hole you’ve revealed and it appears empty, dark masking it’s insides. You hold your breath, peering nervously into it.
“Seth?” Your voice tembles.
Something shifts. His sigh is high pitched, a kind of whine. “Oh shit.”
You reach your hand down blindly for him to grab, to help leverage him out, and the moment you wait for his touch feels years long. His hand is much bigger than yours, warm and firm, as he pulls himself up. Silver clatters behind him. He’s wearing black leather and plum, his hair hanging in his face, some strands sticking to his wet cheeks.
You just stand there, a step away from each other, the sound of your twin heaving breaths echoing in the room. The tension breaks and he wraps you up around your middle, holding you just off the ground. Your arms are over his shoulders, a hand gripping the back of his neck desperately. He shudders against you, whispering apologies into your hair.
You lean into the embrace, as close as possible, a sudden sob stuck in your throat.
“How are you here?” He asks, voice fragile.
You swallow, closing your eyes. “He told me where to find you. We have to go.”
“He— what? Me? Are you okay? He didn’t—“ He separates you slightly, and your feet meet the floor. You focus on him again. Seth’s hands graze your sides as he looks over you, panic on his face. You squeeze his shoulders to draw his attention, and offer him a watery smile.
“I’m fine, I’m okay. He didn’t stay long. But, we have to go. Joe’s going to sell you out.”
He blinks, holding your stare. “He told you that? You trust him?”
There’s a bite to his tone, fear and hurt. You feel him start to pull away, so you twist your grip on his jacket, holding him still. “I trust you.”
He holds you at arms length, frozen, hands gripping your hips. He takes a breath, deep and slow, blowing lightly against your face. He smells of cigarette smoke. His posture softens, eyes closing, but his expression stays terse.
“Thank you for coming, you are,” His thumb runs down your side gently, his voice breaking. “amazing. But I’ve gotta find my own way.”
No. He won’t look at you. Doesn’t move. 
“No, no, you don’t. Just leave town. Right now. With me.”
“I can’t.” He’s holding unnaturally still, containing himself carefully. You’d seen him do it before, usually when his boys were laughing at him. It generally preceded something dumb, sometimes it’s cruel. Something to prove he was man enough. To prove he was the same kind of asshole they all were.
But he’d never looked at you like that. Never directed it at you. Especially not while holding you. Like he didn’t trust himself to say the right thing. A thick feeling slides down your bones, and you take a step back from him, the fear settling into anger. He opens his eyes. He seems surprised at the look on your face, finding himself immediately pined by your stare.
“Why not?” You challenge. “I already have a place, just come with me.”
You cross your arms, back straight as you look up at him. He towers over you, matching your energy, gesticulating wildly. “Indie, this is dangerous. You know, they’ll kill me for this. You’re not a part of this.”
“Bastard.”
His eyes widen, incredulous. “What?”
You want to slap him. You want to grab at his collar with both hands and shake him. Your tone is sharp, your breath shuddering. “What the hell do you mean ‘I’m not a part of this’? You think I don’t care if they kill you?”
“Christ, I don’t want to die, but you?” His expression collapses, his pretense falling away. So instantaneous he doesn’t seem to notice or flinch. Only react. He’s running his hand through his hair, close to tears. “Not you. Never you. You, you’re supposed to be gone, outta this shithole, and what happens to me happens. I’m a dead man.”
“Don’t say that.” You bite your lip.
There’s a small smile on his face, a look you know, gentle and fond. Not like this. “I was a dead man before we met. We knew that already, didn’t we?”
“So that’s it? You’re giving up?”
“That’s it.” He nods seriously. Honestly. “Now, get out of here, Indie. I promise I’ll run as fast as I can, but you don’t come back.”
He comes close again, and you don’t move away. He grips your shoulders, squeezing softly, your expression of comfort being reflected back to you. If he means what he says, he should be going now, every second is a risk. But he hesitates. You swallow, looking up into his eyes, half mast. Something heavy settles into your chest. Tense moments of silence pass, your breath mingling.
“You owe me something first.”
You push up on your toes, closing the distance, kissing him. It’s a rush of adrenaline and hunger, your hands gripping the collar of his jacket and wrenching him flush against you. He doesn’t hesitate, alight with the same fever and desire. He cups your face, pulling you up to him with his thumb grazing your throat and fingers digging into your hair. Desperate to be closer.
He tilts his head and the kiss deepens. Your lips part to breathe, to taste him, and he whines, open mouth pressed to yours. He’s pushing forward, tipping you back, so he moves an arm to snake around your waist, twisting his fist in your shirt to keep you steady. You reach a hand to his face, brushing back his bangs, and burying your fingers into his scalp.
You pull his hair, pulling his head back slightly— giving yourself room to bite his lip. He melts, breath heavy and hot on your face, his grip on your shirt tightening. His other hand goes to knead your ass, your skirt bunching between his fingers, the tip of it tickling your thigh. The sensation tingles up your spine, and you shudder. Insecurity bubbles in your throat suddenly, and you pull away.
He eases immediately, still holding you, but hurt and nerves flash across his face. You look into his moss green gaze, imploring you, and trace his brow with your thumb. He sighs into your touch and closes eyes, but you shake your head.
“No.” You press. “Look at me, see me, okay? I’m— I know you get attention.. girls at the Belle, or whatever. I don’t want to know. Just, when we kiss, see me, okay? No one else.”
“I always see you.”
He looks as if it’s the craziest thing you could’ve said, the implication that his eyes were pining for anyone else but you, ludicrous. His hold shifts, both arms around your middle, hugging you against him. His expression shines with adoration, and your mind empties, any fear or apprehension blowing away like hot air on the breeze. Like it was never there at all.
He leans closer slowly, brushing your noses together, asking permission this time. His cheeks and lips blush soft pink in the dark, and you have half a mind to keep from drooling. Your beautiful boy. You smile, giddy, and he kisses you. Gentle this time. He rubs circles into your back, humming, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down towards you. You close your eyes and let him fill you up.
It’s a rush of warm water, gentle heat in your face, hands, and chest. It’s small and sweet, and somehow everything to you. It was the kind of kiss you could build something with. The kind of kiss that danced in the living room. The kind of kiss that held hands down the sidewalk. The kind of kiss that had intimate eye contact across a crowded room. The kind of kiss to come home to. Over and over again. 
Seth is smiling into the kiss when it’s over, your foreheads pressed together. When you open your eyes, his expression is soft and happy, but tinged with longing. 
He whispers, brokenly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You mutter, and the moment sits between the two of you. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks. This isn’t the end. “Stay with me.”
“Oh,” He says your name then, your real name, like a prayer. “If something happened to you—“
“Then don’t let anything happen. We’ll protect each other.” He hasn’t pulled away. Neither have you. “Trust me, I want this, more than anything.”
“Okay.”
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