#𝐢. ( ask ) ─ interview away .

[lxclerc]

𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ─ 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary... a reunion between old lovers after five years and charles can't keep his eyes off of you. or his thoughts for that matter. faceclaim... christina nadin pairing… charles leclerc x reader warning… none so far. petty charles.

note... this is going to be part of a series that includes both one shots and smau but can be read as a stand alone

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charles is a mess. truthfully this is to be expected but after five years, he thought he would be better than this but alas, you’re still as magnetic as he remembered you to be – even more so, if he’s being completely honest with himself. 

you look different – older. where they used to be rounded, baby face is all sharp bones. your hair looks different, longer and styled. and you smell different too, no longer the floral scent you’ve been using since you turned fourteen. 

you’re a stranger, he thought. he no longer knows your favorite color or your favorite meal or if you still like strawberry yogurt. he doesn’t know your favorite show or what perfume you use. he doesn’t know you. you’re a stranger and yet your eyes still do that thing where it creases to the point of being close when you smile and you still run your hand over your hair in an attempt to subtly fix it and your eyes still looks like pooled honey when the sun shines on it. 

you’re so different, a practical stranger and yet so familiar, like going back to a childhood home finding everything in the wrong place yet still knowing your way around with your eyes closed. 

he’s staring. he knew he is and he knew the amount of trouble he’d get from his team for it. he knew that everyone on twitter was probably already freaking out about it. he had clear instructions to act like nothing had happened and that the leaked pictures didn’t exist all. he’s supposed to act like you’re just another interviewer and this is just another media obligation he’s forced to do and you’re no one to him but he can’t help it. he can’t pretend like you’re a stranger when you left such a big imprint in his soul and he doesn’t have every freckle and skin tag and every inch of your skin memorized. 

and so he stares. he stares at the way you shift in your seat in an attempt to get comfortable. he stares at the way the long sleeved white dress hugged your curves. he stares at the way you smile, the way you laugh. he stares and tries to remind his heart the way you’d left, the way he’d begged you stay. with you a few feet in front of him, closer than you’ve ever been in years, charles reminds himself the things he had to do to put himself back together after you broke him. 

he tells himself that he hates you the same way he has been telling himself for five years now. he hates you and the way you walked away from him so easily. he hates you and the way you moved on so quickly. he hates you now for the way you’re not even affected. he hates you for loving him only to leave him. 

“and that’s all for today, everyone,” you say with that dazzling smile that makes him dizzy. he needs to get away from you. you’re clouding his judgment and messing with his emotions. 

after making sure the camera has stopped rolling, charles quickly removes the mic attached to him. the smile drops from your face as you see him so desperately hurried to get away from you. though you supposed you deserved that. 

“mate, you good?” carlos asked him quietly as charles practically slams the mic on the table. he seems worried and charles hadn’t even realized how angry he looks right now. he glanced at you, watching as you discussed with the producer, the wind blowing at your hair and the careless smile on your face. he hates you but you’re also the most beautiful person he’s ever met. he hates you and he’s so fucking tired of wanting you. 

he forced a smile on his face for carlos’ sake. “fine.” 

he’s already walking away when you called his name, not like you had in the show – filled with fake friendliness. this time, his name rolled off your tongue effortlessly. you called his name like you had a thousand times before, like nothing has ever changed. the entire set was calling to him but he didn’t seem to hear. 

“charles,” you called and immediately, he stopped in his tracks. he only heard your call and somehow that made him angrier at himself than he ever could be at you. 

his face is empty and void of any emotions as he turns to you and you swallow down the lump in your throat as you force a smile at him. you hoped it doesn’t look as fake as it feels. “we need to take a picture. for social media.” 

he may as well have spat at you with the look in his eyes. it made you feel small. he makes you feel small and suddenly you’re eighteen again, so small and insignificant next to him. 

as you and the two ferrari drivers posed for the photo, both charles and carlos respectfully wrapped an arm around you. you can feel the heat of charles’ body next to you, seeping right through your dress and spreading across your skin. his cologne is different – more rich and expensive but somehow still so him but his aftershave is the same as it has been since he was fifteen, so familiar and comforting to you  and you almost can’t help but lean into him. 

he’s pulling away before you can gather your thoughts, already walking away from you. 

—

charles should be celebrating. he finished on the podium which is pretty much a miracle nowadays. in fact, it’s a miracle to even be finishing the race with how his season is going but he’s been pretty distracted the whole weekend, seemingly only ever able to get you out of his head whenever he’s going two hundred miles per hour. he almost wants to laugh if he doesn't feel so pathetic. it’s somehow still exactly like before - with him needing to find some ways to risk his life just to be able to get you out of his mind. 

drinking the night away as he wallowed in self pity due to the thought of you is also entirely too familiar. 

“mon pote, comment peux-tu encore la laisser te faire ça ?” hugo asked, watching him. “cela fait des années” mate, how are you still letting her do this to you?... it’s been years. 

charles only gave a sarcastic smile. he doesn’t entirely know the answer to do that either. apparently the years between the two of you didn’t matter because you still have the exact same reaction to him. you make him lose his fucking mind, unable to to think straight. he does things he says he never will when it comes to you. he becomes desperate and weak and unable to handle his own emotions. he doesn’t understand himself when you’re around. 

maybe that’s why you left in the first place. the two of you affected each other far too much. it’s entirely too easy to get lost in each other and forget about everything else. 

“elle a l'air différente. elle a aussi une odeur différente,” he says before taking another shot. you’re so different and he hated it. he hates that there are things in your life he doesn’t know anymore. he hates the fact that you changed your perfume and that you can so easily pretend like he’s no one to you. if you can act like he’s no one to you so easily then perhaps he didn’t mean as much to you as he thought he did. she looks different. she smells different too.

you were his lifeline, the air in his lungs. you were everything and he would have given up anything just to keep you. he would have given up racing and his dreams – everything so he didn’t have to lose you. 

joris rolls his eyes. he knows this entirely too well unfortunately, he’s seen this exact scene before. “cela fait cinq ans, charles. bien sûr qu'elle a changé.” it's been five years, charles. of course she's changed. 

that only makes him laugh bitterly. 

— 

on the other side of the city lies you, cocooned in your fleece blanket as you stare at the wall. 

throughout the years that you and charles have bumped into each other, it had mostly been just surprise in his eyes – as though he could never quite believe that you’re in front of him. usually, you’ll be gone before it can change. 

today was different. there’s no surprise in his eyes nor was there any of the familiar warmth you’re so used to. today, he was filled with anger and indifference. he looked at you as though he hated you. and the worst part is that he probably does. the entire time it was as though he couldn’t get away from you fast enough, like he couldn’t stand even being in the same room as you. your entire life, charles has only ever looked at you with adoring and devoted eyes and now he can’t even stand to look at you. 

“il ne vous déteste pas,” arthur says over the phone with a roll of his eyes as though you’re being ridiculous for even suggesting such things. he doesn’t hate you.

but arthur wasn’t there. arthur didn’t see how charles practically ran away from you. still, you say nothing to the matter, far too upset to even bother trying to defend yourself. 

“i’m going to go to sleep, art,” you say softly instead. “it’s pretty late here.” 

you and arthur say your goodnights before you shut off the call. but just as you’re about to place your phone down for the tonight, it lights up with a text message. your eyebrows knit together in confusion. who’d be texting you this late anyways?

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[fuxuannie]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 | kenji sato x gender neutral reader

love mail     —      ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ full & utter credit to @coralwitchsheep in support of their preview of a kenji x reader series they're starting! (i'd suggest reading theirs first before reading this for context) i'm inlove w the idea and can't wait to read the next parts o(T□T)o ♡♡ this is my own spin on it, so to cut it short — likely not canon events! i js wanted to make a oneshot w relatively same concept,, if this does okay maybe part two. maybe ! (this is kinda long 🙁)

︰꒱꒱ "THAT WENT WELL." you grumbled, entering your home with a frustrated sigh. what kind of guy runs away from an interview? all you asked was what could've possibly made him want to start from the beginning by coming back to japan. sure, maybe you startled him with your presence after 20 years, but come on. can't he be a little more professional? and maybe a little more welcoming to his best friend once upon a time?

as you snuggled into the comfort of your couch, you wanted to binge watch a few movies that you've been putting off.. but work called. you had to check your email incase any of your private interview bookings were accepted, or if the head journalist had yet another task for you. and if so, then to your dismay you'd have to figure out bookings and schedule.. and you should've been overjoyed to not receive any new ones, but there was one unopened email. curiously, you click on it — and you pause. kenji sato, as in — the one that just ran off after a single question, kenji sato? how did he find your email.. something you'll have to figure out later, but continuing to scan the contents, it seems like he wanted to have a one on one interview, and everything had been planned in advanced. it's in a restaurant not far from your home, in fact.. it was your favorite one from when you were a kid. reading the restaurant name makes you smile a little, fond memories of kenji's family and yours going there together, but you quickly shake your head to focus, this was basically work — after all.

it was a dinner, he wanted to apologize for his dismissive attitude to you earlier that day and give you a private interview. the entire email honestly felt computer generated, if mina wrote it you wouldn't be surprised until you got to the end;

"please, (name), let's catch up. professional setting or not, that's up to you. i just need to see you."

now you had to admit, that felt...— you weren't sure what it felt like, but you felt something while reading that. your fingers swiftly type back a response, accepting the invitation, with no bad blood between them for the prior interaction. as you click send, your mind began to wander off to possible situations. after all, twenty years.. it's a significant amount of time, and people can change — you just hoped it wouldn't be the worst reunion in the world.

the following day passed like spring breeze, next thing you knew you were dressing up for the arranged meeting with kenji. unsure whether to be casual or business, you weren't even set onto whether you wanted to catch up, or catch a story. job or feelings? now that's a hard decision. in the end, you went for a mix of both, a casual business attire.

you wondered if it was intentional for kenji to pick a place so close to home, literally and figuratively; it was a 5 minute walk and it.. honestly means a lot to you. your family still visits there often, and there's not one day that they don't discuss how much more joyful things would be with the sato's to share a meal with you. you couldn't help but silently agree, even if you wanted to act like you hated kenji for leaving.

you thought it would be smart to be there 10 minutes earlier, but kenji seems to have beaten you. he hasn't noticed you coming in yet, however he seems nervous. he's talking with the elderly head chef, who could easily recognize professor sato's only son boy — catching up after all those years. his head moves to the door by coincidence, catching your gaze. you wave hello and he smiles, waving back.

"holy shit." kenji feels like the air from his lungs is stolen right out of him. you've grown so much, well — yes, of course, it has been years, but god he didn't think you'd still have that affect on him. even as kids, as teenagers, and now as an adult — he couldn't help but feel breathless at the sight of you.

"hi mr. sato." you'll start, sitting next to him and giving a friendly smile. he laughed, taking his shades off his face and resting them down onto the table. "you know you don't have to do that with me, use my name. it's not like we're strangers." you didn't expect that, and kenji could see that in your eyes — he almost regrets saying it the way he did, but your expression melts into a much more casual one. "alright, kenji."

his attitude felt different, honestly. the things you've read about him from articles, he's an egoist — completely full of himself, he just can't stop talking about his own achievements. so to sit right next to him, and to feel like you're a little kid again, just eating wirh your best friend.. it's weird.

the silence is suffocating, food sizzling on pans and fire burning were the only things being 'exchanged' between the two of you.

deciding to break the silence, you cleared your throat. "so.. how has life been in america?" you immediately regret it. now you'll have to listen to him boast about his wins, how happy he's been — how you haven't even crossed his mi— "lonely."

your racing thoughts came to a pause at the sound of his voice, weirdly vulnerable, — you unknowingly made it so easy for him. "it was lonely. sure, but i won't lie—" kenji chuckled, although it lacked the joyful emotion tied to such form of laughter, and instead — sorrow. "the spotlights great. winning awards and trophies, it's what i've wanted to do for years. but.."

his hand moves over to his face, and suddenly it's harder to keep eye contact with you. he leans back into his chair and scoffs, looking away. "i missed japan. i missed my family.. i — i missed you."

your mouth goes slightly agape in an 'o' shape. you suddenly fumble on any words you can think of, even in your own mind, you begin to stutter. "i'm—" you'll try to speak but it's like you have no mouth, nothing can describe how you feel at the moment, it's such a basic and simple arrangement of words, an 'i miss you', and yet — why do you feel like this? you resented him for not calling, you envied how happy he was through a tv screen, and you wished that he'd just.. come back. and he did. he was doing exactly what you had hoped for in the past 20 years but — "i.. i've watched your life through a screen. every game, every loss, anything that involved you. and for those years, it felt impossible to tell *anyone* we were best friends. once." the *once* hit kenji harder than you thought. "but i wished, like some child spotting a shooting star — that you'd call. and not those half assed ones, where it was really just our parents talking and they call us over to say hi to each other. i mean, like we used to."

"what do you mean?" "you know what i mean."

your mind feels nostalgic as you reminicse; "2AM, you'll be talking about some punk from school who gave you trouble. and how i'd promise i'll beat them up once mom and dad had enough money to visit." a pitiful sigh escaped your lips. "they never did."

"i just.. i never wanted to move on, kenji. i never wanted to stop waiting. but.. i didn't want to keep feeling like a dog at your door for you."

as clichè as it is to hug someone during a dramatic monologue, kenji felt like there was nothing else he could do. words were practically silence when actions could do much more for him. his arms wrapped around you tightly, and his face was buried into your shoulder. he wanted to explain, but there was so much to cover in so little time — and he honestly just wanted you to feel better at the moment. "i wish i had known this is how you felt all those years apart. and i wish that i could've done more, but shit happens and i—"

and it's even more clichè to return that hug, with just as much feeling. "i know. and let's just.. talk things out, yeah? i've got a free day tomorrow so.. i don't think i'll mind spending the night with you."

"reword please, you'd love to spend the night with me."

"don't flatter yourself too much before i change my mind."

"alright alright, let's just eat already."

[vampireimiko]

Johnny Cage with a fem reader who matches his vibe? 👀

Cocky AF

warnings, NONE :3

note, im literally johnny cage 🙏🏾

Johnny Cage, the Hollywood A-lister, was used to being the center of attention. Meaning, he was used to always getting what he wanted. Whether it was a role, some kind of artifact, or just a classic cliche, the girl. However, when he encountered you, a fellow star who effortlessly matched his charisma and vibe, he found himself captivated by a kindred spirit. Your ability to navigate the Hollywood scene with the same flair and confidence as him intrigued the actor.

You knew how Johnny was before you started filming alongside him. But you also knew how to handle yourself and deal with him, because well, the both of you were alike. Both gorgeous, big Hollywood stars, and known players.

Most girls and men would instantly throw themselves at him if Johnny so much as breathed near them. But not you, which is why he was intrigued. Of course, you'd flirt with him here and there, but you never pursued anything. As a seasoned professional and someone who knew how to handle themselves, you decided to keep a degree of distance, at least until the project was closer to completion.

Johnny, not accustomed to this level of restraint, decided to take it as a challenge. He enjoyed your banter, the way you matched his wit, and the fact that you treated him as an equal rather than a Hollywood heartthrob.

So with that being said, he decided to ask you out under the guise of just 'two coworkers having a coffee'.

"How nice of you to invite me out for coffee, Johnny. It's quite the change from your usual grand gestures," you quipped, a playful smirk on your face as you sipped your drink.

Johnny Cage leaned back, a charming grin on his face. "Well, you know me, always up for trying something new. Plus, I figured we could use a break from the set drama and paparazzi."

As you continued to banter, Johnny subtly shifted the conversation towards more personal topics. You found yourself sharing stories and laughter, realizing that beneath the Hollywood glitz, Johnny was more than just a charismatic actor. He was genuine, funny, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

"And then I told her-" Johnny was interrupted mid story by your phone ringing.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I have to take this! It's my agent." You apologized, before getting up to take the call.

"No worries," Johnny said with a casual wave. "Hollywood waits for no one."

As you stepped away to take the call, Johnny took a moment to observe you. He couldn't deny the intrigue that had grown between you two during the coffee outing. He was immensely attracted to you no doubt, he also couldn't deny the connection he felt he had developed with you in such a short time.

When you returned, it was unfortunately time for you to leave as you had an interview to attend.

"Guess Hollywood waits for you too," Johnny teased, though there was a genuine disappointment in his tone. The brief encounter had left an impression, and Johnny found himself looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time with you.

As you gathered your things, Johnny stood up, a signature grin on his face. "Well, don't let the interviewers steal you for too long. We've got a movie to finish, and who knows, maybe we can continue this fascinating conversation sometime?"

You giggled, returning his energy. "Of course, handsome. Until next time," you said giving him a kiss on the cheek and a giving him a flirtatious wave while walking away.

Johnny watched you leave, a mix of amusement and anticipation in his eyes. Your playful demeanor and the kiss on the cheek only fueled his curiosity and interest. As you walked away, he couldn't help but flash his signature grin, a touch of genuine excitement in his expression.

"Until next time," he called after you, his words carrying a hint of flirtatious charm.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘 𝐌���𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍����𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[diorgirl444]

ahh im so excited for the gg matchups omg <3 i actually cannot wait - my latest obsession fr

my name is eva rose - eva's fine though lol - and i'm straight with she/her pronouns. i'm a sagittarius with a virgo moon and an enfp. (i think im an ambivert tho)

i'm 5''3 with auburn curly hair and a pretty petite hourglass figure. i have freckles pretty much all year round - but only on my cheeks and the tip of my nose. my eyes are blue but look green in certain lighting. ever since i was abt 5 or 6 ive always wanted to get a couple of tattoos but im not old enough yet 😭 i love the idea that your body can be art, and i think tattoos can express that so beautifully

i would describe myself as observant, fun, genuine, intuitive and witty. i like to get to know people & ask them questions, im pretty open personally. how much i talk changes massively depending on my mood although i do end up rambling about nothing once i get invested in the conversation lol.

im pretty ambitious which can sometimes cause severe burnout, but i hate pushing myself further than i can and i am learning to set good boundaries. i am a relatively anxious person, but im rlly getting better at managing that. i'm also a massive hopeless romantic and my love language is quality time - and sometimes physical touch.

my dream is to become a music journalist or to run a bookshop when i'm older, although i love psychology & history <33 i've been described as jo march & lizzie bennett & i agree, but i also think im a bit like meg tbh.

i feel most at home during autumn & during starry nights. i like adventures but at the end of the day i prefer being at home. i love art galleries, astronomy, late night conversations, biking and listening to music - i like the beatles, fleetwood mac, abba, lily allen, lana del rey, bowie.

my favourite things in the world are my cd collection & my family <3 (cd collection comes first ofc lol)

your perfect matchup is 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐢 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

because stars hollow is such a small town the chances are you’d bump into dave pretty quickly but i think you wouldn’t properly speak to him till his band was  established.

in my mind you would write for the stars hollow news as their music journalist.. 

so when a new band, which goes by the name of Hep Alien, appears on the scene you know you have to go write an article on them.

what you don’t imagine happening is finding the love of your life there!!!

you invite all the band for coffee at luke’s to talk to them about the band and the minute dave sees you he’s smitten.

he thinks your ever so pretty with your curly auburn hair and sweet smile.

then you speak and he’s blown away because not only are you super pretty but also clever and love music.

your literally his dream girl ok???

(his friends notice this immediately and tease him for it after)

the interview goes super well and let’s be real you think he’s pretty cute too so you share contacts ya know just in case you need to talk again!!!

the pair of you spend the whole night on the phone chatting…

which makes it extra special when he turns up at your house next day with your favourite flowers and tickets to go see a gig in hartford together and could you really say anything but yes???

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

i think you two are real creatives like your energies just bounce off one another perfectly.

dave is always writing songs about you to the point where if he released an album it would have to be called eva rose!!!

he remembers everything about you!!!

 be that the outfit you were wearing the day the pair of you met, your favourite book or even what lipstick shade matches your skin tone the best.

also you and lane; besties!!!!

your parents love him, he’s literally the perfect son in law.

your mom is already planning your wedding.

dave is also like constantly staring at you!!!

you’ll be like “what!?!” and he’ll just be like “you are really pretty, you know that right…”

it always flusters you, to be honest though like he’s always flustering you by how perfect he is.

he definitely tries to teach you guitar, like you’ll be sitting in front of him both your arms wrapped around the guitar with him just constantly kissing your cheek!!!

i feel like you’d call him davey as well and he’s have a super cute nickname for you like angel.

his friends tease him about you but really they’re just happy that he’s found someone who loves him so much.

you two when your old enough definitely get tattoos together.

move along rory and dean because you two are the cutest possible stars hollow couple and i’m not taking criticism on that!!!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

hugs and kisses, flo <3

[damienstoker]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. as much as damien wanted to deny it, he lost complete control. from missing interviews, to blowing off bandmates for months. he started to raise concern in his inner circle when he would show up on their doorsteps, covered head to toe in a mysterious dark crimson substance. stoker was recording their third album in boston. his manager thought the best way to keep damien in line was to get professional help involved.

he wasn't into it. the washington native hated any type of vulnerability that came with opening up to people. being in an office with a man in an expensive suit made him think back to his childhood. his mom desperately taking him to shrinks in an effort to get her son to speak again.

his thoughts were louder than the words that were uttered by @consumare , unable to find the answers to any question he was asking. this was their second session together and hannibal was still having trouble to get damien to speak about anything personal.

"���𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆?"

his chocolate hues finally picked themselves off hannibal's polished floor, meeting the other's gaze. he couldn't answer that. damien is aware of the string of bodies he leaves when he lets akuji take over. he was also aware that it wasn't his fault. he parted his lips to say something then quickly shut it. his eyes tore away to look at the second story of the office, seeing the many books that lined the walls. his body hung forward, hands clasped together to disguise his discomfort.

"𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 , 𝐰𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

[mxwells]

@bornbreathless​ asked : "Well, that's a felony."

     reggie      laughs      -                     a    good    laugh,    one    that      actually      thought    the    sentence    was    funny.           ❛           good    thing    that’s    not    my    first    felony,    right    ?           ❜           it    probably    wasn’t    even    her      fifth.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

first part (𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬)

plot: the night, when everything changes —but the road is still long for max. word count: 4.515k (so that's what is took so long hehe) warnings: victoria is the best sister ever, swear words, max worrying too much, depeche mode song references, small steamy part (it's reall short tho), if i let out something, let me know uwu

i hope you'll love it >3<

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max was glad that they had two weeks to the next grand prix,

yet, he never, ever felt so alone in his life like now.

he was never alone for a single minute of his life; being a formula-1 driver made a whole group to jump around him constantly, interviewers, his friends and his family were even almost in a reach out —and when y/n came to the team, they talked for a year before she got into formula-1. max and y/n knew each other, making a good friendship inside and out of the team, y/n could spice up things in the team videos, but like, in a non-sexual way —maybe that's why max's fans didn't want to slice her throat immediately every time when a video came out. the team loved y/n, she not only just filled the emptiness after daniel so quickly, but she added something —something he couldn't name, something that just existed. it was a feeling what he felt like he had a sixth sense, but instead of fear or some concern, he felt complete, he felt that somehow, everything's gonna be alright.

y/n was the red bull's sixth sense, and his best friend.

until now, because max didn't know how y/n is. they didn't interact in two weeks, but what was really, really near is an awarding ceremony, where christian and his two driver is invited —which means, there's no sedation for the youn driver, for neither young driver. when max got the news late at night, coming home from a head-out with the boys before he headed back to netherlands, his home —charles left out, and he couldn't blame him. he wanted the ferrari driver to talk with y/n, but it was miserable, how he asked a third person to intervene into their thing... not to mention that they were best friends, best friends, for hell's sake! what a dick move would it be, and he perfectly knew that not only he could be dissappointed in himself, but y/n too. and y/n didn't do anything, it was him. so, getting the news, he wanted to text her, but then he saw the last message he got from her.

y/n y/l/n — may 22, sunday of course i'm gonna be by your side! we're best friends, have you forgot, maxie?

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

it was one and a half week ago —he felt himself the shittiest friend ever. dropping the phone into the other corner of the bed, he pulled the covers on his head, huffing. why did he say those things? why he couldn't just shut up, and keep everything to himself like every other time? he wasn't an open man, he didn't like the flashlight, he didn't like to see the stuff he said in the media, on instagram profiles and digital news —he shared his personal things, the things he cherished with the ones who where close to him... with his family, his friends, y/n, his... his y/n. y/n never bragged to anyone, he knew his secrets are safe if he said them to her, he saw it in her eyes the understanding when he told her about his insecureness with his father, with his career, with all the massive stress, and he could see it in y/n's eyes, that nobody who is unwarranted in this case will hear about his worries —y/n's eyes talked; she told him that he can trust her, only with her eyes. but now, those yes were far away from him, and he didn't know he can look into those eyes without shame. and best friends? what best friends now? y/n wasn't a dramatic person, but he would totally understand if charles became her best friend, or literally, anyone else instead of him —in his head, he even imagined how he recommends anybody else for the place 'best friend', stepping down from the 'podium' —was that idiocy? of course.

did max feel himself alone? of course.

turning to his side, he sighed. it wasn't good without her. out of a sudden, his door flinged open, he catched up his head on the action.

"are you awake, you big dumbass?"

max covered up himself, even though he wasn't naked, and wasn't even doing sinful or pervert things —but if he wanted to be honest, he was young, many times horny like an ordinary man, and he wasn't in a relationship for a reason (his relationship with y/n wasn't on the level what he wanted with her, but that was for another day), and now, he couldn't even deny that those things involved y/n in his imagination —yes, max wasn't a saint, and he felt bad when he looked into y/n's eyes... but it was too good to stop it. the images about her body haunted him, they often saw each other half naked, and picturing her in positions excited him. laying beside him, in his arms, stroking his waist with her heels as her legs caged him closer to her, holding one of his hands with her small, pretty one as she looked into his eyes, his other hand and his hips helping hers to move faster and deeper, it was only him who could hear how good she felt —he wasn't with a girl like y/n ever, because there weren't girls who comapred to her, but max was sure that she must feel incredible, if not less, heavenly.

"are you awake, huh?"

it was his sister, victoria. she came back to her parents since she wanted them to spend a little time with their grandchild, who was now with her husband,

"what the fuck are doing in here? and if i'm naked, then what?" he freaked out, only to have his sister rolling her eyes.

"we're not your silly fangirls, max, we don't scream, tear up and pass out if you come out without shirt." she bragged, she always had something to respond with. max layed back on the bed, running his hand through his hair.

"okay, then what do you want?"

"i want to know what's between you and y/n."

when max sat up again, and tried to send her to somewhere else, he realized his sister wants to help him —and maybe, now he needed some serious help. sighing, max looked everywhere but in his sister's eyes. he wanted to say how neglected, how shit he felt, how he wanted to make that night over and over again to not to say those things, or how he could prevent the accident... how he wanted to talk to her again, how he felt the same, strong regret and bitter taste in his mouth, under his tongue after he drove away to the airport... how cut away he felt from everything, because for him, things were complete when she was there, with him. that's why he knew he's gonna feel alone on the top of the podium, without her hug, without her reassuring touch and bright, curling dimples in the corner of her smile, that's why he fought nico, not because he is crazy, but because he was worried, so worried that something serious happened —and from that moment, y/n wouldn't be the same again, which wasn't a problem, beacuse he liked, loved her either way, but this silly mistake was enough to bring the lion out from him because of her...

but max only said this in his mind to his sister. he kept it to himself —y/n wasn't here to understand him like no one did.

"it's nothing."

victoria huffed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. she looked at him, with a little, faint shine of worry in her eyes —she knew that max and y/n are best friends, and trusting his maternal, sister and woman senses, she maybe guessed that max felt something more. she never said it, and for max, this was completely okay.

"listen, max, i'm not going to read the riot to you, not even playing the moral high ground, but talking to you, as a woman to a man, or as a sister to a brother, i see that something isn't alright. and, not because i saw your outburst, i know how you are, but seeing that you don't have the spirit to do anything, not bringing here y/n when there's a quite long break between two race, even a winning award, where the two of you go together... it's not like the two of yu act, and since i don't want to be the gossiping one, and i am not involved in this, but i'm truly worried about you, please, just tell me what's going on."

that was longer than he expected, he couldn't blame her —dragging around himself, groaning and being silent wasn't his form. at least it wasn't his mom, or even worse, his dad, jos who came to talk to him —his dad may just make things more terrible, they never talked about his love life, especially not with y/n, and maybe he didn't even want him to gain more feelings towards her than a friendship. but where should he begin? and what should he say, what's the point in this fucked up situation? sighing, max sat up, leaning his back on the head of his bed, fiddling with his fingers.

"can i be direct and honest?"

his sister's eye softened while she nodded.

"you're always direct and honest, maxie. just tell me."

max huffed.

"i think i'm in love with her."

his sister tried to hide her thoughts —he could read from her face what she often did in their younger years, that 'she always knew it', and 'he just doesn't admit to himself'. but now, victoria was silent, because that was max's most top secret. max was like a time bomb when it came to his heart's stuff —nobody never knew, or even could guess when he explodes or shuts down about them, even max didn't know where were the boundaries of his stuff.

"do you think so?"

max shook his head, leaving her confused for a moment.

"no, i know i am. i realized it like, two or three days ago? yeah... i always felt beside y/n something vibrant, or, when you just want to be closer to the other. but i refused to tell her, because i don't want to be out from her life..."

sometimes max thought very low about himself, when it came to y/n, the choking, lung-pressing feeling multiplied —seeing her living the time of her life with other guys, even if they were just her friends, or even charles, other celebrities who just came up her because she was pretty, famous or rich —made himself think when she always went back to max and his group, but mainly him, 'who i am to those guys? how is she still staying by my side, when they're much more funny, handsome and can express their feelings for her?'. everytime he thought about teeling his feelings to her, he already watched the whole scene unfolding: seeing her drawing off from him, searching for a much more handsome, much more funny and much more sensitive guy, who can give her everything.

"...but when daniel just told those things, about her, i felt like i need to stand up for her, i couldn't hear any longer how they tease her just because she had a bad day, or for just who she is. and they never pay attention to her success, her achievements, they only bring her up if she blasts something, even if it's not her fault. you know, the feeling when something suffocates you?" victoria nodded, made him to continue. "on that night, i felt that i need to free myself from that feeling. that's why i said those things."

"and why didn't you tell her before you freaked out? not to say bad, but you looked like a mad man, a really mad man. except me."

"what do you mean by 'except you'?"

victoria gave him the smile, that 'i am your sister and i know everything about you, you silly dumbass'-smile, but he couldn't blame her —at some point, when he said things to y/n or did things to her that crossed the line of their friendship into something more, he sweared to himself to never do it again —otherwise, she would find out.

"i mean, that i saw how you act with her. sure, you treat people you only like with kindness, but when she slept once, or twice here, you always looked after her reactions, trying to make everything perfect, keeping us away from her... but i can get it, our family has a reputation, so i don't blame you." she giggled, easing max's worry. "and why don't you tell to her how you feel? after this, i'm sure she doesn't know what to say, or do. you fucked it up, but it doesn't mean that you lost everything. you have the chance to say the first word after this, and i know you can make it right."

max sighed.

"can't i wait for the awarding thing?"

victoria scrunched her nose, shaking her head.

"with that, you communicate that you don't care about the whole situation. girls are shy when it comes to things like this, but knowing her, y/n wouldn't turn you down if you wanted to talk. just be calm, and everything will be fine, oh, and the most important thing!"

"what, what's the most important thing?" max was thankful to his sister, without her, he would procrastinate until the night they met again, messing things up more and more.

"to be yourself. to be direct and honest."

after this and a couple more of minutes, victoria exited the room, closing the door when she got a phone call from her husband —max reached for his phone, calming down his racing heart, trying to get out something sensible from his still messed up thoughts.

maxie super max!! >3< (the name was obviously set by y/n) hey, could we talk on the award night?

it wasn't the best, but he trusted his luck —and that y/n doesn't thinks he's crazy, or in love with her, before he could tell him personally.

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥? 𝘰𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

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the night came faster than he thought.

poking his necktie, smoothing the black suit for the hundredth time, max felt his heart's gonna break out from his chest. glancing to his phone constantly, trying to think about how he's gonna make the whole conversation with success —in the days, he discovered that talking about his feelings is thousand times more complicated than winning a grand prix or a world championship. he even wrote down things he wanted to say, but every piece of paper, every note in his phone got into the bin in a matter of minutes or hours; reading it back again and again, every word, every sentence seemed pathetic and finicking, like he studied his loquence like a good student.

"max, are you ready?" tom, his personal trainer peeked into the room, finding him in fron of the mirror. "usually, you don't spend so much time in fron of the mirror, mate. is something the matter?"

is confessing our feeling to our best friend, and telling them how we felt through years, how we find them the most wonderful, most perfect person in the world and how we can't say a word about how we feel because we are too shy and miserable when it comes to our feelings can be 'something'? because if yes, then yeah, something is the matter.

"no, it's nothing, tom, it's alrigth." but don't forget if we are the best at hiding our feelings, then nobody never will found out what we're into.

"okay, 'cause the cab is here."

standing at the entrance of the building of the ceremony, beside the shiny road of big, fancy cars that brought more and more famous people, max stated a fact, that the awarding ceremony was one of a hell for the peaceful conversation max wanted with y/n. and yet, he didn't even met her —god, she's gonna be breathtaking, isn't she?

"is y/n here already?"

"no, rowan and she is late for five minutes. you know, women..." max swallowed, remembering everything on that ominous grand prix.

"yeah, women..."

"as long as we wait, we should walk to christian. y/n as rowan's gonna go there too if they're here."

max followed tom; this night is gonna be long. trying to talk to some of other sportsmen, he heard a couple of gasps, and mutters.

"oh my god, is that y/n, the first woman formula-1 driver in the world?"

"yeah, she is!"

"she's so gorgeous, did you look at her dress and her makeup?"

"she's like a godddess!"

"no, she looks like a queen or a fairy... so beautiful."

max was scared to turn —he didn't want to fall in love her again and again, but tom tapped his shoulder.

"i think the wait is worth it."

yes, it really was —and he fell in love again.

getting out of the car, he wanted to be the one who helps her by holding gently her hand, not to mention what a sight was too see y/n... the flowy, ankle-length dress' little gems glowed in the flashlights, the see-through layer on top of the pearl-white silk dress twirled around her thin form as she looked around, giving the perfect sights of her appearence —her skin was clear, the black, thick mid-heels (victoria could call them mary janes or something) made her ankles and legs look more pretty, the thin straps of the dress showed her collarbones and lean arms, her clear makeup were the cherry on the top —y/n's stylist wanted her to be innocent, not like a virgin, but like clean sheets on the bed tat didn't know the previous story of the bed they got made up to. her silky hair flowed after her with every move of her head, she and her stylist let it down, not a strap, not a hairband, even a clip, nothing. y/n's hair was perfect —she was heavenly, she was so pure.

max felt it again, the feeling of falling in love —getting numb in his arms, his legs, yet his heart turned into a godspeed mode, getting his mouth and mind dry.

"hey, guys", rowan said from her side, y/n coming after him, waved a little bit.

"hello, tom. hi, maxie."

maxie —maybe she forgot his riot. maybe there's still hope.

"good evening, y/n."

they spoke like familiars, not like best friends —he got to act fast, before the chance slips away. standing beside her to go to the cameramen, the photoshoots of the media, judging by the glances of others, y/n and him looked really good —maybe together too.

"are you nervous?" y/n asked, glancing up to max. even if she was a little taller given by the heels, the height difference was significant between them —anothe thing he and the fans adored, who screamed when they saw the drivers together.

"a little bit, and you?"

"i just want it to be over", y/n said, while she clinged with her slender, tender arm to one of his strong, suited one, like she wanted to seek comfort from him. max's hand shook as he stroked y/n's arms, please don't let this move to be a confessing one, he prayed in himself. she whispered something to him before they step out into the flashlights. "i want to hear what you want to say. i have to say something too."

𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭

in front of the cameras, max wished they taked way before the ceremony —if all his dreams came true by now, he wouldjus wrap his arms around her smelling her hair while easing his uncomfiness, and the media would forget everything by now. or, the other and fatal way of the outcomes, they would just separate after the pictures —his own doubts killed him inside, while y/n looked so peaceful beside him.

after the photoshoot and the whole procedure, the party began —instead of drinking and forgetting the weeks' actions, max decided it was time to clarify things. searching for y/n, rwan said him she went to the toilet, he just messaged her to come to the balcony where they could be a little bit alone, beside everybody who where too drunk or smoked to realize the serious things he wanted to tell her. walking outside, he took a glass of champagne; he knew he's going to need it.

waiting outside, every opening and closing door got his breath hitch in his throat, searching or the right words, but when he saw y/n, somehow he got collected —y/n smiled at him, and she was still glowing, still perfect.

"hey, maxie. sorry for the wait, the line in the women restroom was fuking long, i supposed to be going out under the ceremony, but it was just good to... to be in your presence, again. fuck, sorry that i tell you this, it's awkward."

max shook his head, but the beating in his thorat almost got out every word he waited to reveal.

"it's fine, ceremonies are shitty, but that's why i wanted to talk with you. about... about us."

y/n's smile didn't falter, she was tipsy for sure, stepping beside him, letting their arms touch, leaning onto the barrier. "that message was so strange from you, max. i got scared for the first time for real in many years in our friendship. when i read that you want to talk, i thought... i don't know what i thought, but no good things came to my mind." she bragged, max noticed the unertainty in her eyes despite her smile. it was his turn to talk.

"i know i had to write more, or call you, but i wasn't able to. i couldn't find the right words."

"you don't have to say the right words. i know you, i know what you mean and what you don't, we're best friends, fuck, maxie... you scared me when you said nothing, because i felt you say nothing because you don't want to."

his heart was heavy —he felt like he's gonna cry, but he didn't know why. y/n stated facts, but on the other hands, she thought he doesn't want her —he never wanted her think this.

"i'm sorry, y/n. i just... fuck, why is this so hard? you're so cool, so pretty, you help me even if you're not aware of it, you're perfect, y/n. you're perfect for me, and when i lashed out, i was scared that you know that i feel towards you. and if you know it, you're not gonna stay by my side."

y/n grew concerned.

"why do you think that i'm not gonna be by your side, maxie?"

max groaned, wiping his face, fingers running through his hair. his body was heavy, he felt so tired, he couldn' carry the weight any longer —it was time for it.

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

"can i be direct and honest?"

the girl beside him nodded.

"just tell me what's worrying you, max."

"it's because i fucking love you, i'm in love with you. i don't know how long, i don't know how, but that's it. i see how perfect you are, how you grow more powerful, more confident every day, y/n, how you glow not just on the races but when we're together. i'm scared if you gonna outgrow me, and that you'll find someone who you think is gonna love you better than me, how you will find someone more handsome, more better than words, more... more better for you." he didn't even notice the tear his eyes let out. "i know i'm miserable now, but that's the only way how i can directly say i love you. and i don't want you to let me go, but i can't do anything."

y/n stood still for a couple of minutes, looking deeply into his eyes.

"i'm sorry i let you fee this for so long, maxie. but i can understand why you felt that way, because..."

the pause was so long —because i found someone, because i only think about you as a friend, because i knew you feel this way, i just wanted to give you fake hope, because you really are miserable, because...

"...i couldn't express how i love you neither."

max's glance shot up, right into her eyes —they were honest as always. was this a dream?

"i think i see you how you see me. i am worried for you, i want to go back to the times when i met you, sometimes i wish i could perform better in front of you, just to be sure i still interest you, but then i know i couldn't keep up my mask with you, if we're together like, in ninety percent of time. and in the last couple of days, i was scared that you want to talk to me because you got enough of me, or you found someone, someone who's not me."

"'i could never find anybody who's not you, y/n."

max whispered, brushing her shoulder —it was agonizing what they triggered out from the other. their outsides was like cages, and the insides anted to break out from the beginning, like smoke and spirits wo wanted to intertwine, to be bound together.

"me neither, maxie. i think i'm in love with you, since i knew the little boy in the red bull academy."

everything was so silent, and the ceremony long forgotten —or max, it was just him and y/n. it was always just y/n, his y/n.

"can i kiss you how i always wanted?" he croaked out, brushing his nose against hers as she cut up his lower lip with hers,

"if you don't, i'm gonna cry, maxie."

that kiss was more than anything —years of waiting, years of yearning for each other, years of unconditional love, years of hope and tears, years of sleepless nights and euphoric stands on the podium, thousand of doubts, but in the end, it was just pure love —y/n's lips were salvation, the only one that assuaged his hunger, his soul.

breaking the kiss, hugging her stronger than ever, touching the soft, naked skin on her back with his hands, he never wanted anything more than this —and now, it was in his hands.

"i don't care what you say if you kiss me like this. i know you. now i know everything." y/n said, kissing his jaw, laying her head on his chest, turning to the city lights that shined under them. max turned to the sight too, like he owned the whole world, concepts, sentences and silly words long forgotten.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,

𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

taglist: @chiogarza @how-am-i-serpose-to-know @smiithys @sharmaine25 (hope i didn't left out anybody)

[shesnotaposer]

𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐬. 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

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pairing: scarlett johansson x female reader

warning: slight sad angst, not proof-read

prompt: "i have never loved you."

a/n: hey babes! i know this isn't too great, but i've been undergoing a lot of stress lately so i really hope you understand :( this hasn't been edited yet so please bear with any mistakes

if there was one thing you wanted at that very moment, it was to go home, undo your hair, get out of your tight dress, and just cuddle with your girlfriend. as you felt a brush of the cold breeze against your exposed skin, the moon absent from the night sky, the only thing that lighted up the empty parking lot was a few street lights, and some others from the nearby buildings. you could feel your body aching, yourself feeling exhausted, you wanted so bad to just fall into the comfort of your girlfriend's arms...

"i have never loved you."

but when your girlfriend stand inches away from you, those words slipping out of her mouth, you'd start to think it's impossible. to be immersed into her warmth, her arms wrapped around your body as she lays soft gentle kisses on your skin—it's been years. it's been years since she'd lay on the same bed as you, to have her arms touching even the smallest part of your skin have become impossible. the kisses she used to place on you, the hugs she used to give you, her small i love you's or even the loving stare she gives you when she wakes up in the morning, it's gone. it's all gone.

and as those words came falling out of her mouth, the loud silence following right after, you were brought back to those times when you woke up from her placing soft wet kisses on your neck. the mornings you spent dancing in the kitchen together as you make breakfast, getting out of the door for work and not letting yourselves part without a long passionate kiss. the afternoons you spent together, visiting the other on set, or just going out for a nice lunch together, roaming around town holding hands without a care in the world. and as you come home from your tiring shoots, and her from her countless interviews, there would be no doubt that you two would just fall into each other's arms, cuddling, and eventually falling to sleep.

the long silence prevailed, the only thing you hear being the loud chatter from the papparazis inside the theater who waited for the premiere attendees' exit. you looked at her, staring into her eyes, the reflection of the flickering street light your saw in it, as you searched for something you wished hid behind her eyes. love perhaps.

because despite the long absence of affection, you knew it wasn't true. you wanted to ask, you wanted to ask one more time, because it couldn't have possibly been true, couldn't it?

but as she began walking away, there was your answer. you wanted to ask, you wanted to hear her say it again, you wanted her to look you in the eyes as you ask, "did you ever love me?"

"i actually did."

maybe at some point she did, or maybe she didn't.

"i loved her."

but as you set down your mic at the table, your gaze fell upon the finger which wore the ring your fiancee gave you. it's been a long year since the last you've spoken to scarlett outside of interviews, your press tour continues for the movie you had with her, and so did your wedding preparations with your husband.

"following the last question, this is for scarlett. have you ever loved y/n?"

it's ironic how it's a fan who got to ask the question you never had the chance to.

"hmm..."

she never answered it—scarlett. and as she stayed silent, her gaze you felt landing on your figure, there was your answer.

she could never say a lie twice.

[mxwells]

@s4ints​ asked : ❛  i’ll always look out for you.  ❜  /  from emma, give me that quarry verse 👁

     reggie      pulls      at      her      beanie,                      a    pretend    sour    expression    on    her    face    as    she    rolls    her    eyes    at    emma.            ❛            just    because    i’m    a      couple      years    younger    doesn’t    mean    i    can’t    take    care    of    myself,    em.      besides,      it’s    just      one      bonfire.    what’s    the    worst    that’s    gonna    happen    ?            ❜           she    was    all    talk,    and    secretly,    she      liked      have    emma    on    her    side.    it    was    like    having    the      sister      she    always    wanted. 

[mxwells]

@borealist​ asked : 💋

          »     send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

     she’s      frozen      in      spot,                      the    shock    of    the    kiss    itself    not      nearly      measuring    up    to    the    shock    of    who    was    kissing    her.    she’s    not    quite    sure      why      this    is    happening,    whether    it’s    a      hiding      in      plain      sight      tactic    she’d    filmed    so    many    times    in    movies    or    if    it    was    something      else      and    her    brain    was    short    circuiting    too    much    that    reason    wasn’t    coming    to    mind,    but    reggie    decided    to      roll      with      it,      a    hand    moving    to    cup    the    side    of    his    face    as    she    pushed    forward,    kissing    him    back.

     she      waits      until      he      pulls      away,                     until      he      calls    it    quits    before    she    stops,    eyes    opening    to    look    at    him    directly.    the    corner    of    her    mouth    pulls    into    a    smirk,    and    reggie    blinks,    just    to    make    sure    she    wasn’t    having    a      very      weird      dream.           ❛           uh    ...      hi.            ❜

[mxwells]

@quarrytm​ asked : “   get  up .   are  you  dizzy ??   ” - ryan.

     everything      was      spinning,                     but    reggie    shook    her    head.    there    were      bigger      problems    right    now    than    her      possible      concussion.           ❛           ‘m    fine.    what    happened    ?    is    ...    is    abby    okay    ?           ❜

[mxwells]

@shesdaylight​ asked : i close my eyes and the flashbacks start.

     reggie      nods      along      the      words,                     knowing    full    well    that    feeling.    she    tried    not    to    look    at    her    past    too    often,    focusing    on    the      present      being    the    only    thing    that    mattered,    but    that      feeling      never    did    leave.           ❛           if    you    want    to    talk    about    it,    you    can.    i’m    no      therapist,      but    i    heard    just    letting    it    out    helps    a    bunch.           ❜

[mxwells]

@withink asked : [ FIVE SCARS ]  send for the five times the sender almost asks the receiver about their scars the the one time they do. ( from stan ! 🥺 )

ONE.     she’s    soaked    from    head    to    toe,    staring    at    the    boys    currently    crawling    into    a    sewer    drain.    if    she    hadn’t    had    just    been    running    for    her      life,      breaths    coming    in    short    and    hard    to    reach    gasps,    she    would    have    maybe    said    something.      anything.      one    of    the    boys           (           she    couldn’t    remember    his    name    but    they    had    classes    together,    she    was    sure    of    it           )           wasn’t    staring    at    her    face,    but    rather    at    one    particular      puffy      white      scar      that    sat    on    her    shoulder.      she      had      talked      back,      and      that      wasn’t      okay.      usually    it’s    covered    by    her    shirt,    but    since    currently    her    shirt    was      sagging      and    full    of    water,    it    slipped    and    let    show.    reggie    is    quick    to    pull    it    up,    avoid    his    questioning    gaze.    for    a    second,    she’s    worried    he    might      say      something,    ask    about    it,    but    then    there’s    a    splash    behind    her    and    any    questions    unrelating    to    a      bleeding      ben      hanscom      are    forgotten.

TWO.     they    sit    in    a    circle,    recounting    how    the    clown    had      manifested      to    them.    reggie    sat    next    to    stanley,    her    arm    brushing    his.    she’s    not    sure      when      he    started    looking,    but    suddenly    she    is      very      aware    of    his    eyes    on    her,    zeroed    in    on    her    arm.    the    small    dots    that    decorate    her    forearms    shine    brightly    in    the    sun,    the    scar    tissue    smooth    but    tight.      cigarette      burns.      reggie    suddenly    feels    the    need    to    pull    her    arm    back,    giving    stanley    a    warning    look.      what      are      you      afraid      of,      reggie      ?      my      sister.           ❛           drowning.           ❜           it’s    the      easier      of    the    truths.

THREE.     strangely    enough,    this    time    reggie      offered      the    scar.    they    had    started    to    hang    out    more,      outside      of    the    losers,    and    reggie    rolled    to    a    stop     in    front    of    stanley’s    house,    in    front    of      stanley      himself,      immediately    presenting    her knee.           ❛           staney,      look      !    oh,    it’s    gonna    be    so      wicked      when    it    fully    heals.    skateboarding    gives    you    the    coolest    scars.           ❜           the    new    scar    is    right    next    to    an      old      one,      what    looks    like    a    gouged    out    piece    of    skin.    stanley    doesn’t    ask    about    it,    and    reggie    doesn’t    mention    it.      scars      are      only      cool      if      you      earn      them      doing      cool      things.

FOUR.     they    lay    under    the    stars    in    reggie’s    backyard,    a    mix    of    staring    at      one      another      and    then    back    at    the    flaming    balls    of    gas    so    far    away.    at    one    point,    reggie    had    reached    out    to      point      at    something,    and    the    light    reflected    off    her    skin           -           another    scar    from    another    day.    it’s    more    like    a      burn      mark,    like    something    was      dragged      across    her    skin,    and    without    a    word    stan    reaches    out    to    grab    her    hand,    to    bring    it    close    to    him.    reggie’s    breath    catches    in    her    throat    as    he    forms    the    words,      finally      asking    the    question    she    had    been    avoiding    all    her    life.    her    eyes    shut    tightly    and    reggie    finds    herself    holding    in      sobs.           ❛           i,    uh    ...    my    sister      kinda      sucks,    i    guess.           ❜           she    doesn’t    know    what    to    do    when    stanley    pulls    her    closer    to    him,    pressing    a    kiss    on    the    top    of    her    head.    she    just      cries,      because    no    one    had    ever    asked    her    before.

FIVE.     it’s    years    later.    they’ve    all    showed    at    the    restaurant,    they’ve    had    their    reunion,    and    it    went      terrible.      reggie    wants    nothing    more    than    to    go    home,    storming    off    with    stanley    to    her    car.    her    jacket    has    long    since    been    removed,    used    to    swat    at    the      creepy      crawlies      coming    for    them,    but    this    means    her    arms    are    out    on    display    for    the    first    time.    the    scars    from    childhood    have    only      faded,      not    gone    completely,    and    reggie    knows    they    will    never    leave.    they    drive    and    drive    in      silence,      until    stanley    reaches    over    and    lightly    traces    the    familiar    shape    of    a    scar    on    reggie’s    hand.    it’s    almost      completely      faded,    though    knowing    where    it    is    makes    it    easier    to    see.    the    anxiety    of    the    night    seems    to      fade      with    the    touch,    and    reggie    moves    to    once    again    interlace    their    fingers.    stan    doesn’t    ask    about    the    scars.      he      doesn’t      need      to.

[mxwells]

@unphantasmal​ asked : dying is an art ,  like everything else .

     reggie      frowns      for      a      second,                     mouth    fully    around    a    piece    of    bread,    before    she    swallows    and    shakes    her    head,    reaching    for    her    drink    so    she    could    speak.           ❛           that’s    not    how    the    saying    goes.    it’s    dying    is    an    art,      and      like      everything    else,      i      do      it      exceptionally      well.           ❜           not    that    he      needed      to    know    this,    but    it    was    one    of    reggie’s      favorite      quotes    and    she    treated    it’s    saying    with      close      care.

[mxwells]

@hiddenhawkins​ asked : LIFEGUARD ! from lottie

     reggie      had      never      been      good      at      swimming.                     the    water    actually      terrified      her,    if    she    was    being    honest           -           a    threat    of    things    unknown    lurking    under    its    surface.    and    it    wasn’t    as    if    anyone    had    ever      offered      to    teach    her,    either.    no,    she    was    on    her    own,    and    the    only    thing    spurring    her    into    the    water    was    the      looks      from    the    other    girls    on    the    sides,    the    snickering    that    made    its    way    to    reggie’s    ears    turning    her      face      as    red    as    her      hair.

     her      feet      are      on      the      first      step,                     and    she’s    trying    to    psych    herself    up    when    one    of    the    girls    steps    behind    her.    the    shove    happens      so      fast,      reggie    doesn’t    even    realize    she’s      falling      until    the    water    hits    her,    stinging    up    and    down    her    arms    and    legs.    her    head    is    under,    and    frantically    reggie    realizes    she    doesn’t    know      how      to      get      up.      it’s    still    the    shallow    end,    but    reggie    could    have    been    in    the    middle    of    the      ocean      for    how    safe    she    felt.    briefly,    she    considered    the    fact    that      she      might      die      here.

     that      is,                     until    there’s    an    arm    around    her    middle    and    she’s    being    yanked    to    the    surface.    air    replaces    the    liquid    in    her    lungs    and    she’s      coughing,      sputtering      frantically,    grasping    for    anything    that    will    keep    her    afloat.    she’s    brought    to    the    side,    nails    finding  �� concrete,    and    it’s    the    first    time    she’s    able    to      see      her    surroundings.    the    girls    who    pushed    her    in    are    laughing,    cackling    from    their    place    to    the    side,    and    the    person    who    saved    reggie,    who    reggie    didn’t    even      know,      was    right    beside    her,      drenched      as    well.           ❛           th-thanks.           ❜           she    shaking,    and    it’s      not      from    the    hold.

[mxwells]

bornbreathless asked : "Should I be concerned?"

     reggie      takes      one      look      over      her      shoulder,                     toward    the    golf    cart    currently      crashed      behind    her,    then    one    look    back    at    char,    and      shrugs.           ❛           don’t    know    what    there    is    to    be      concerned      about.           ❜