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imaginationjunkie · 4 years ago

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Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

But they were the good kind of flames, the best kind of flames. It was almost miraculous, the way I managed to keep my calm.

“She bailed, something about her sick grandma,” was his soft response.

“Hmm.”

“What’s with the tone?” He leaned closer, hot breath teasing my cheek. Jason had gotten awfully bold since the first time we met, when he couldn’t even look into my eyes straight.

“Is it jealousy I sense?”

I tried to be subtle about my sharp inhale. Judging by the stutter of his lips as he suppressed a smirk, I failed.

But why hide anymore? I was never one to hold back anyway. “Yes, it is.”

It was my turn to take his breath away. I turned my head, challenging him with my stare. But I was too tangled in his game to play in charge. He had me, and he knew it. Right?

A smile filled with swirls of mischief and satisfaction designed his lips. Yes, he definitely knew it.

It caught me off guard, the unfiltered beauty of it. Of him. Watching Jason Todd smile, really smile, was not for the weak hearted.

“Then I think you’ll be happy to know that she wasn’t a date. Just a friend.”

Eyes the color of a swirling blue sea, a face handsome enough to cause heartache. Why’d it take me so long to realize that I could never resist him? Not even in a million years. Not even if Ryan Gosling came offering himself to me.

A little too far?

Maybe, but it’s true. What to do?

I was just about to walk away from him, refill the empty flute of champagne to bring back sparkle to my uneventful evening. A large hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Let’s dance,” he said with the softness of tulle, pulling my frame closer to his larger one. Close enough to smell his cologne. Like a creep in the street, I subtly took a slow sniff of it.

It’d never stop amusing me, how a man who seemed as rough and rugged around the edges as he did had so much softness in him.

And smelled so. damn. good.

“M’kay,” I agreed, following as he led the way to the ballroom. Or so I thought.

“I thought you wanted to dance?” I inquired, looking back at the flashing dance floor full of people we left behind.

“I do.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back at me, still walking to God knows where with my hand in his.

“We literally just crossed the dance floor, where else on earth do you plan on taking me dancing?”

“Who said anything about a dance floor?” Jason smirked, coming to a stop in the garden behind the manor.

Even though it was off limits to Bruce’s guests tonight, the garden looked particularly beautiful. Strings of fairy lights decorated the flawlessly kept greens and flowers, courtesy of Alfred. The pool lights were on, and a surreal soft blue glow lit up the water.

It matched Jason’s eyes.

But that wasn’t all. Long fingers tilted my chin up, and a gasp reverberated the air as my eyes met the mystical view. Stars glittered the midnight canvas endlessly, and in the center of it all sat the full moon like a queen.

She was regal tonight.

My mouth was slightly open in awe, and Jason’s fingers on my chin softly closed it as he chuckled.

“I’m guessing you like the view?”

“Like it? I might as well marry it!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with glee as I gripped his shoulders.

“Dick used to bring his, ahem, lady companions to charm them back when I was Robin. I’d always barge in and interrupt to interrogate about the last woman I saw with him,” he laughed while recalling the memory.

“Did it work?” I smiled back and stood closer to him, the fronts of our bodies slightly touching. My hands had come down to rest on his chest now, and while my eyes were up roaming the sky, my soul’s attention was solely on him.

He shuffled with something in his suit pocket. “Did what work?”

“Dick’s method of charming the ladies?”

“Judging by the walks of shame Alfred and I had to witness every morning after each Wayne gala, yes. It very much did.”

I felt Jason put something in my ear, and finally looked down from the stars to his eyes in confusion. It was an airpod, and I watched silently as he put the other one in his ear.

“I promise I’m not a creep or anything, but I stalked your Spotify playlists and found one titled ‘dancing under the stars’.” He confessed. In a very un-Jason like manner, he looked almost sheepish.

He didn’t look at me as he pressed play and pocketed his phone. Almost immediately ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ by Taylor Swift came on, and he took my hand in his.

Tingles shot up the pit of my stomach as his free arm wrapped around my waist, fingers resting on my hip. We swayed in beat to the music in our ears, eyes on eyes.

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know,

The lords, and anyone who knew me actually, knew how big of a swiftie I was. The fact that he had put in the effort to pick the absolute perfect song to dance to had to be the most romantic thing that ever happened to me.

I was completely mesmerized. Guys like this only existed in the encasement of my stash of romance novels; but time and time Jason Todd had proved that idea wrong. Every one of his gestures, one after the other, seemed to catch me off guard more than the previous one.

“Wanted to do this since I was 17,” I breathed the fresh air in, craning my neck to rest my chin on his shoulder. This right here was all I needed to relax. This was my very own customized form of peace.

“Yeah, Tim let it slip when he got drunk on your birthday and started blabbing about how you’re growing up in front of his eyes,” he laughed and pulled back to twirl me.

I crashed back into his chest softly, grinning at his revelation.

“It’s so hard to believe you guys are best friends, that Timmy’s actually capable of having normal human conversations other than his usual nerdy blabber,” Jason continued, pulling me even closer to him while dancing.

No objections were made from my side as I obliged (obviously), staring up at his eyes.

They were like an oceanic maze, too easy to get lost in. Too dangerous to get lost in.

“He’s a good friend. Awfully robot-like at times though, and he always smells of coffee.” I breathed with a chuckle as the air around us got intense.

The gold of the fairy lights hit his eyes, making them shine brighter than the stars above I let my hands grip the hairs on his neck, watching carefully as he took a sharp breath in response.

If there was something Jason and my relationship, whatever that it was, didn’t lack, it was moments like these. Moments where we had a conversation with our eyes, expressing how much we wanted to kiss each other, how much we wanted to stay frozen in the present and relish in the feel of our undeniable chemistry.

It had been going on for way too long, and even Tim was getting tired of us not taking the leap of faith.

Initially he was pretty against it, but when he saw exactly how much I felt for his brother, his blessings for us suddenly started pouring in.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. An electric sensation buzzed the air around us as the chorus hit, and all the space between our bodies vanished. Butterflies went haywire in the places of my body he touched. He was everywhere.

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he harshly whispered, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with desire as he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered in response, knowing exactly what he meant.

His breath hit my lips, forehead fell against mine in a moment of desire and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.

It was needy and rushed and a thousand other adjectives, but it was my most perfect kiss. It would always be my most perfect kiss.

Jason’s muscular arms encircled my waist as he pressed me up against him, gripping my sides and lifting me to stand on his feet. My own arms wrapped around his neck, and a sneaky stutter of a moan escaped my lips, earning me a groan from him.

Passion burned us under the cool night air as we kissed and kissed and kissed, all thoughts of oxygen forgotten in our haze of need.

But even our passion couldn’t defy nature. We pulled back to breathe in as much air as we could, but instead of diving back in towards each other’s lips like I expected us to, Jason simply stared at me with eyes that now looked navy from being hooded.

It was a stare of a few seconds that seemed like hours as his thumbs brushed the side of my face. The fire of need from a while back was gone, but the desire wasn’t.

We both tried to calm ourselves, but an unstoppable part of me leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blushed.

“Wanted to do that since you were 17,” he said cheekily, hands tracing my back as we now let ‘Wonderland’ by Taylor amuse our ears.

“Liar,” I grinned. “You couldn’t even look at me back then.”

“Yeah, because I’d do this if I looked at you for more than 5 seconds. I had no plans of going to jail for getting handsy with a minor,” he replied, leading us to the wooden benches Bruce had installed in the garden a few weeks earlier.

I lifted a teasing brow, masking my shock at the fact that he wanted to kiss me even back then.

“And how’re you so sure I would’ve let you get handsy with me? For all you know I could have kicked you in the balls myself.”

“Don’t act coy, you could never stop staring at me when you were over,” he smirked, sitting down on the bench and pulling me to his lap.

I hesitated for a second, my brain getting lost in the fact that after months of banters and unbelievable tension, interruptions and two sided pining, I was finally in this position. Where we were able to be open about our want for each other.

Sensing my hesitation, his smirk dropped. “This is okay right?”

I snapped back to reality, taking his nervous expression in. Yes, this was real. And I wouldn’t waste a second of the time God gave me with Jason. I smirked and ran my fingers through his dark locks, making him close his eyes.

“Of course it is, just thinking about how long it took for you to man up and kiss me,”

“Excuse me, you could’ve-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, putting his hand on my hip as I sat sideways on his lap. Unlike the first one, this kiss was sweet and slow. We were cherishing the night with it.

“About damn time, I thought all my teeth were gonna fall out due to old age before Todd here grew some balls,” the sudden voice of a certain sass filled Wayne interrupted us.

My magical night with Jason ended with him running after his kid brother Damian, teasing him about kicking his ass.

But that was okay, because I was happy. Jason was happy. The long wait for him, for us, was worth it.

Even though he gave off the impression that he couldn’t care less, I knew that the reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted Tim to be completely fine with us being a thing.

Alongside being friends with Tim, I became friends with his brothers and Alfred over the years. I knew of their nightlife, and everything that went on behind the polished doors of the Wayne Manor. I knew Jason well enough to know that his tough posterior and damn care attitude was just a facade.

Being with Jason wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and I knew that too. He was reckless and intense, impulsive and careless.

But he was also sweet and passionate, and his love would brand you like a tattoo with it’s depth. I was willing to give my 110% to make it work with him.

Because even fairy tales take sacrifice and effort to get a happy ending. And I’d do about anything to make sure I earned mine.

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 2 - Noise Complaint

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None expect meanie Dean (Suspicious, isn’t it?)

WC - 2154

Square Filled - Don't put me in this position ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - I promise the next chapter will have more of Dean and more conflict! This is just the beginning of a very long ride. Enjoy!

Beta’d by @miss-nerd95

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The silence in the cab on her way back to her apartment gave her the quality time she needed to think. In a few weeks, Meg was getting married and now, since they knew, Y/N had to show up with her 'boyfriend’. She racked her brain, scrambling to come up with a good excuse because it was all a big lie.

Every time, however, she reached two conclusions - either make a fool of herself and admit that she lied or tell everyone that she broke up and be the one person at the wedding that everyone looks down on with pitiful eyes.

There was a third option, which was risque as hell too, cause Y/N barely knew the man and their first meeting did not go so well, but there was definitely something about him that made her blush every time she thought of him.The way he carried himself and the dominating vibes he gave off, sent shivers down her spine. Maybe he wasn't a morning person and she did start blabbering in the elevator the minute she stepped in. She swallowed hard when she remembered the way her name rolled off his tongue. ‘How did he know?’ She wondered.

As Y/N boarded the elevator, she thought about how, she wanted nothing more than to see a certain green-eyed man again. She had been residing in this complex for almost three months but she had never seen the man before. Maybe he was new here, in this apartment building, who knew? Mind plagued by millions of thoughts, Y/N trudged down the empty hallway to her cosy little home.

“Who invented these fucking heels?” She grumbled as she freed her feet out of the painful, yet pretty high heels when she reached the comfort of her own home. Shrugging her coat off, she relaxed as her ass hit the soft mattress of the couch.

“I need a date in seven weeks.” She said, making a mental note of the wedding date. This was the only wedding she ever looked forward to attending where she knew she wouldn't have to face the constant stream of questions involving her dating life and a particular man. All she ever wanted was to be with her close friend on the best day of her life.

“First dress fitting - tomorrow at 10.” Her phone lit up with an incoming text and groaning, she dropped her head backwards. Y/N couldn't even skip the wedding if she wanted to. She was one of the bridesmaids and it wouldn't be fair to both Meg and Cas, if she didn't attend it. A smile graced her frowning face when she remembered the time Cas proposed to her friend on Valentine's Day. Cliche- Y/N would say, but deep down, she knew she just wanted what Cas and Meg had.

A sigh left her lips as she got up, still in her work clothes. She put on some light music as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. After the long, tiring day she had, a warm bath and a Ryan Gosling movie were very much needed. Quickly stripping off, she stepped into the tub. She leaned her head backwards, closing her eyes, as the warm water soothed her aching body and her troubled mind.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,” Y/N sang along the song, slightly off tune but she didn't care, as she stepped out of the bathroom after some time. She let go of the towel wrapped around her body and stepped into a pair of comfortable pjs. Getting a box cold pizza out from her refrigerator, she turned up the volume of the music playing in her apartment.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” Y/N yelled out the chorus when she started to heat up the pizza. Her private singing session, however, was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. She grudgingly pressed pause as she walked up to the door to find out the unwanted visitor.

“Excuse me- Ms L/N?” As soon as she opened the door, she was met by a very familiar, deep baritone that had been haunting her.

“Dean Winchester. And please, call me Y/N,” she breathed out. The formality in Dean’s voice made her cringe. Her eyes fell as she took in the man in front.

Dean had gotten rid of the dapper grey suit and slipped into a much laid back look. A black polo t-shirt fitted over his body and plain blue jeans hugging his bowlegs perfectly. The look on his face mirrored the one from the morning and Y/N wondered if he would look better with a smile on. Her train of thoughts were again rudely interrupted by the man speaking.

“I assume you're having somewhat of a casual evening,” Dean said, his hands waving to point at her pjs, making her suddenly self-conscious of her clothing state.

“Y-yeah. How may I help you?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“See, I moved in the apartment right beside you a few days ago, and I think you might have noticed sometime or the other that there are other people living in this building as well,” Dean said, his face not imparting any sort of emotions, “You might be having a casual evening but I can assure you that there's at least one person who is certainly not. Turn the music level down.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open at Dean’s words but she wasn't going to turn down the volume just because a man turned up at her door, asking her to do so. His words were sharp, but his tone was downright rude, and it was definitely not because he wasn't a morning person. The least he could have done was ask her nicely.

“Well, listen here pal, no one's having a problem, other than you. So you can go back to your room, put on some earplugs and do whatever the heck you were doing before you decided to make my day more awful,” Y/N said, taking a threatening stance with hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.

“I'll file a noise complaint report against you.” Dean warned with his pointer finger right in front of her eyes.

“It's just music. Learn to appreciate the little things in life.” She said while rolling her eyes.

“I'm a very busy man and I got work to do, alright? And speaking about music, play something actually good like Zeppelin and people will personally come up to thank you. This song is not even a classic.” Dean spat back.

“Believe me or not, everyone is a Swiftie at heart.” She smirked with a sarcastic shrug. Dean’s lips twitched in anger as his face grew more rigid before he said, “If you don't lower the volume, expect a noise complaint report delivered with your newspaper tomorrow.” He walked away before Y/N had a chance to even think of a comeback.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dean went inside his own apartment room right beside Y/N’s. She glared at the empty hallway before swinging her door shut and walked back to her room towards her amazon echo, turning the music down anyway. She couldn't risk getting a report filed against her, and the man appeared to be dead serious about what he threatened to do.

“Stupid Dean Winchester.” She grumbled.

Squinting at the clock, Y/N woke up the next morning to loud bangs on her door. 7:30 am, it read. Removing the covers, she immediately shivered when the cool air hit her bare legs.

Hair still a mess, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair, putting it on along with her slippers before she warily made her way to the door. “Dean will be complaining now for sure.” She grumbled as she unlocked her door to reveal her friend standing on the other side in a dishevelled state, eyes red like a mad woman.

“Meg?” Her face scrunched up in confusion as the said woman shoved past her into her apartment. “You’re wearing your shirt inside out.” Y/N closed the door behind her as Meg took a seat on the couch.

“Can I have some water?” Y/N dumbfoundedly nodded at her friend’s request and went to her kitchen to retrieve a glassful. Handing the glass over to her, she sat down next to the brunette who gulped down the entire glass of water in one go. Setting the utensil down on the wooden coffee table in front, she turned towards Y/N with slightly glossy eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want to go and finalise the dresses.”

Her words elicited a laugh from Y/N before she said, “Okay, bridezilla, we can reschedule it. Cas should better watch out!” She chuckled out the last words.

“No, y-you don’t understand!” Meg grabbed her friend’s hands, surprising the latter, “I don’t want to try the dress on at all.” Y/N was utterly surprised over her friend's outburst.

“Honey, you have a wedding in less than two months.” Y/N cooed as a few drops of tears rolled down the bride-to-be’s cheeks. “Meg, talk to me. Did something happen between you two?”

The woman shook her head, letting the other lady in the room know that she didn't have to kick Cas’ ass to her relief, but it confused her even further. Since their engagement five months ago, Meg had been over the moon and had started planning every minute detail with high precision and finesse for her big day.

“What if I'm making a huge mistake?”

“Don’t put me in this position. You know how I am when it comes to-”

“But I need to know, and I trust you.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before she said, “Cas is the best thing that has ever happened to you-”

“You barely even knew me when I started to go out with him. We have only been together for fifteen months - five of which I have spent being engaged to him. What if I regret this later?” Meg's words were correct. Y/N used to barely talk to her when she had started dating Cas, but all through those eighteen months, as she slowly got to know the pair well enough, she knew that they were clearly meant to be in it for the long haul.

“But I have never seen you regret your decision to be with Cas even once… so why start now?.” Y/N politely answered, her hands letting go of her distraught friend's iron-clad grasp and reaching out to soothe her.

“Sometimes even if you have been with your man for what feels like forever, marrying him might seem to be the worst decision you can ever make, but it doesn't matter how long you have been with him. When you know, you know. Follow your heart.” Meg looked up at her as she mulled her words over before speaking.

“I love him.” She said.

“Then go, be with him.” Y/N smiled. Crisis averted.

A smile started to appear on Meg’s tear stained face as her eyes twinkled with a suggestive glimmer in them. Fiddling with her sparkling ring, she said, “Dean’s good for you. Don't let him go.”

Y/N was taken aback by her friend's supposition. She sat up straight in her seat as heat crept up her neck. Her mind was stuck in a turmoil as she tried to come up with an appropriate response.

“He’s not-Dean is not-” She stuttered, the words got stuck in her throat when she tried to think of a decent excuse. Maybe, this was the universe giving her a chance to take back everything she had said before, but the disheartened look on her friend’s face made her rethink her decision. After all, a little white lie never hurt anybody. “Yeah, he is a good man.” Meg smiled as Y/N played her into the deception game once again.

“Will he be at the wedding?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What are you waiting for? Unless he is a figment of your imagination, ask him! I want to meet this certain Dean Winchester.” Meg giggled.

“I don’t have such vivid imaginations, Meg.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. She was now being given an ample amount of opportunities to tell the truth, then why was it so hard for her to deny everything she had said? Maybe she liked living in this utopian world where for once, no one deemed her as the broken, pathetic girl who failed to make a man stay. Maybe deep down, she wanted this damn lie to be true.

“I’ll ask him but you do know how men are about weddings.” She replied, having no knowledge of how to keep her end of the promise.

Chapter 3

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outofsstyles · 4 years ago

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I LOVE YOU; ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?

a/n: Hello friends! This is a small little concept that has been on my head for a bit now. It does envolve Roommate!Harry + Friends with benefits so.. Hope everyone enjoys it!! As always, feel free to leave feedback or just chat with me on my inbox if you want to :)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mention of sexual content.

You’re a mess.

And you’re aware of that. You feel ridiculous for reacting the way you are over something so silly, but you can’t help it.

The fruity taste from the numerous cocktail you’d consumed still lingers on your tongue. Your mind is blurry, the movement of the car making you a bit dizzy. You can feel your face sticky from the tears and you hate it, moving your hand to wipe away harshly the ones that still fall stubbornly from your eyes.

“Don’t rub it so hard, you’ll hurt yourself,” you hear Maya say from your side, grabbing your hand gently and moving it away from your face.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, not even convincing yourself as you close your eyes tightly.

You know in the morning you’ll probably feel very embarrassed for putting her in this position. But at this moment you can only feel grateful for her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other coming up to wipe your tears.

The night wasn’t supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be a girls’ night to celebrate the end of the term. Mary was excited to visit the new club that opened downtown and wouldn’t shut up about it for the entire week. You’re not even the biggest club kind of girl. Not finding the fun in over-crowded closed spaces filled with people buzzed out of their minds. But it had been so long since you had a night out with them that you agreed with no need of much convincing from their part.

And it all started nice and dandy, the place was packed but you still managed to find an empty spot by the bar. You felt good to finally have a relaxing night out with your friends and enjoy their company while having strawberry flavored drinks. Too many of them, if you think about it now.

Before you knew your head was filled with clouds, your chest hot from the effect of the alcohol in your system. The lights flashed from the ceiling, dancing around you, as Mary pulled your hand gently to follow her to the middle of the party. A loud beat you didn’t even recognize ringed on your ears.

You felt giggly, laughing as you and Maya stumbled a bit on your foot as you tried to move along to the song.

You remember a hand laying lightly on your shoulders making you look back to be met with a stranger’s hooded eyes. It hasn’t been that long but you can’t really recall any distinctive feature, only remembering you thought he reminded you of a young Ryan Gosling. You know he whispered something in your ear that made you giggle. Not knowing exactly what, you can still recall the raspy tone of his voice.

You remember melting into his kiss, smiling to the sweet taste as his tongue met yours. You’re not sure how long you stayed like this, but even with your foggy mind, you can still remember when you pushed him away. Murmuring a quick “sorry” to his confused eyes before speeding your way through the crowd.

You remember hearing your friends’ voices calling you as you rushed toward the bathrooms. The tears already falling down your face, making you feel more stupid than you already felt.

And this is the best word to describe this. Stupid. Everything about this breakdown is stupid. And you hate yourself for being this affected by it.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” his words rang on your mind.

Harry.

Just the thought of him lingering back into your mind makes you choke on a sob again.

How are you even going to face him like this? How are you even going to tell him what happened? You can just go in and say “Hey! I made out with a random guy and cried because I felt guilty that he wasn’t you.”

Yes, he is your friend. And that’s it. He is just your friend. It doesn’t matter that you live together. It doesn’t matter you have sex every so often. That’s all you’ll ever be. Friends.

Then why do you feel so guilty about it?

Isn’t that what this whole friend with benefits deal is about? What happened to the “no strings attached” rule?

You’re not exclusive, and you know that very well. So you’re allowed to make out with a random stranger if you feel like it. But this whole situation still falls heavily on your heart, and you can’t help it but think of your curly-haired roommate waiting for you in your shared living room couch.

You could kiss every person in this world and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of his lips meeting yours. No one’s hands knew how to explore your body so gently yet still roughly when you needed it. No one knew if the sucked on the right spots in your neck you’d melt into their arms. No one knew how to say the words that make your heart speed up and a wet spot to grow on your underwear.

No one but him.

Which is why you feel so stupid. If you see any kind of media portraying this kind of relationship, it always ends up in the same cliche way. Friends start having casual sex. One of them catches feelings. The same said friend gets heartbroken. The end.

You should’ve seen it coming.

The car stops in front of your building, and you take a few seconds to try to recompose yourself. You wish you could just sneak in without Harry noticing, climb into your bed and cry silently until you fall asleep. He would never have to see you like this and would never know about your feelings for him.

But you know him. You live with him for a year now. You know he’s waiting for you, snuggling on his soft blanket while watching some old documentary on History Channel.

You don’t want to look at your reflection as you go up on the elevator, but you know you should, anyway. So you turn around, scrunching your nose as you take in your messy appearance.

Your eyes are puffy and there’s still evidence of the dry trail the tears made down your cheeks. You have a few strands of hair leaving the bun Maya attempted to make while you cried on her shoulder at the club’s bathroom stall. You can feel her eyes watching you closely on the side of your vision.

Taking a deep breath, you re-tie your hair back on a low ponytail before stepping out to your front door.

You fiddle with your keys, unlocking the door and opening it slowly. The light of television illuminates the room, as you predicted, a mop of curls laying comfortably against the cushions.

Harry looks up from his spot as he hears you open the door. You stand there awkwardly with Maya, waiting for the moment he’ll realize something’s wrong.

“Love?” He gets up from the couch lazily before making his way to you. His eyebrows knit together as he takes in your appearance, his hand moving to cup your cheeks gently. “Were you cryin’? What happened?”

You shake your head slightly. Closing your eyes for a moment holding back the tears that are threatening to fall again. Opening them, you’re met with Harry’s worried eyes, gazing between you and Maya as to look for answers.

You glance at your friend standing by the half-open door as she looks back at you with a frown. “I’m gonna clean my face.” You say, shooting Harry a quick look before you make your way down the hallway.

The walls spin a bit as you stumble slowly on your steps. You can hear their rushed whispers as you walk, knowing that Maya was most likely updating Harry on your earlier breakdown. It makes you want to get away as quickly as possible, not wanting to face him after he’s aware of the situation.

You take your time as you do your nightly routine, your mind still a bit slow and your head pounding from crying so hard earlier. You wash your face, taking off the smallest bit of makeup left and getting rid of the sticky feeling from the dry tears.

It’s when you pull your head back from the sink after washing it that you’re met with his green irises watching you from the mirror reflection.

“Are you feeling better?” His voice is soft and careful as he approaches you.

You simply nod, turning around to look at him properly.

“Hate seeing you like this,” he says, reaching with his hand to rub your cheek. I’ll make you something warm to drink so you can go to sleep, how does that sound?”

“Nice,” you say, smiling softly. “But don’t really feel like sleeping right now.” You start, “Just-wanted to be with you for a bit.”

He coos slightly at your confession. “How ‘bout I put on a movie then?” He suggests, “y’can fall asleep to it.”

You chuckle, knowing he’s teasing you for never staying awake when you watch movies too late. “Sounds great.”

“Does it?” He smiles, “put on something comfy then, I’ll get everything started.”

After he leaves, you quickly brush your teeth, putting on the first sleeping clothes you can find in your room. You meet Harry in the kitchen. He looks over his shoulder as he feels you walk in, smiling softly as he turns around with a mug in his hand.

“‘S tea,” he says, handing you the drink. You shoot him a grateful smile as you take it, taking a small sip and letting the warm feeling take over your mouth. “Movie’s ready just gotta cuddle in and hit play.”

You smile at his words, “Which one?”

“Coraline,” he answers with a slight smirk on his face.

You gasp, “but you hate it!”

“I don’t hate it, just creeps me out a bit,” he steps closer to you, reaching his hand to move a strand of hair from your forehead. “But I know you love it, so I’ll make this sacrifice.”

The warmth in his voice as he says it makes your heart swell. You put the mug down on the counter next to you before you hug him tightly. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, love,” he whispers. “Just don’t like seeing you upset,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head before patting your back gently. “Now c’mon get settled down, I’m right behind you.”

Soon, you get comfortable in the same place you found him when you first entered the apartment. He doesn’t take long to join you, coming from his room with a knitted fabric in his hands.

“Here,” he sits next to you, giving you what you find to be one of his sweaters. The one you always like to nuzzle when he’s wearing it because you find it so soft.

You pout at the gesture, quickly putting it over your head and nestling yourself on the oversized sweater. He shoots you a fond smile before reaching for the remote, “Ready?”

“Wait,” you stop him, making him look at you with the sweetest eyes it makes your heart skip a beat. “I’m sorry for being such a mess.”

“Wow, let’s stop right there, darlin’,” he quickly closes the space between you two, placing his hand on your knee. “You’re not a mess, not even close.”

You sigh, “I know, but it’s just-” you shake your head slightly, feeling your thoughts still floating on your head, making it harder to concentrate on your words. “Thank you for this.”

“Love-”

“No, seriously,” you interrupt. “Thank you for taking care of me, and being so sweet, and nice, and loving. Dunno what I’d do without you, I just- really love you a lot.”

Your eyes widen as you feel the words come out of your mouth with no thought behind them. You can tell Harry holds on his breath as he hears them, opening his mouth slightly but saying nothing.

It’s not like the concept of saying ‘I love you’ to each other is new. You’ve said it plenty of times before. When he brings you a chocolate muffin from the bakery in the corner. When you agree to watch one of his cheesy romcoms for the hundredth time. Or even between rushed whispers as you feel his skin pressed against yours - but those you’ve silently agreed to ignore.

But it’s the way you say it. It comes off of your lips as if your heart just screamed it. It’s not just a thoughtless declaration. It’s a confession.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart speed as you feel like every drop of alcohol has left your bloodstream. “That was probably the worst thing to say right now.”

His hand gives your knee a gentle squeeze, moving up just barely. “‘S really not,” he says just above a whisper. “Y’know I love you too.”

Unlike yours, his words come off clear and gentle, they’re not rushed. You’re not sure what he means behind them, and the thought makes your headache. You glance at his eyes, trying to glimpse his intention, but you only find yourself with more questions than answers.

You don’t know how to respond, blinking at him a few times. “I know,” you say, gazing at your lap.

“Hey,” he calls you, making you look into his eyes, “let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

You give a small nod at the proposal, smiling weakly at him. He opens his arms inviting you in, to which you don’t think twice before snuggling further into him.

And as the opening scene appears on the screen, you find yourself frowning in deep thought. Wishing you could wake up and erase all this from everyone’s memories. But you can’t. So you simply curl up in his arms, trying to push these thoughts to the back of your mind.

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365days365movies · 4 years ago

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February 5, 2021: The Notebook (2004)(Part 1)

...Do I have to?

...The year was 2004. I was 13, my Mom was still into romance movies, and we had a Hollywood Video nearby. God, I miss Hollywood Video, you have NO idea. Anyway, I obviously didn’t watch this movie (or I wouldn’t be watching it now), but I do remember kissing in the rain...or was that just the DVD cover? Other than that, I got nothin’. Still, I like both Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling in other works, so I guess we’ll see.

I also can’t start this without acknowledging the fact that this is based upon a Nicholas Sparks book, and...I’m not into that. Sparks sucks, man. Sappy, overemotional, and constantly predictable folderol.

OK, Nicholas Sparks, let’s get this over with. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

We start with scenic shots of a boat rowing through a marsh, being visited by a flock of snow geese. As they fly off, an elderly woman (Gena Rowlands) looks out of a window over it. The woman is in an old-folks home, and is visited by Duke (James Garner), another resident. He’s here to read from a book, despite it not being a “good day,” according to the woman’s attendant.

The story in the book begins on June 6, 1940, at a carnival in South Carolina. There, Noah Calhoun (Ryan Gosling) sees Allie Hamilton (Rachel McAdams), and it’s infatuation at first sight. He’s a lumber yard worker, and she’s a rich heiress. He’s also EXTREMELY forward, and she’s EXTREMELY not interested. He approaches her for a dance (at a...carnival), and she says no, having literally never seen this guy before. He responds to this rejection by...butting into her date with another dude of a Ferris Wheel?

And when she once again rejects his offer for a date...he, uh...he threatens to kill himself off of the Ferris Wheel?

Um. Yeah, no. That’s a new level of manipulation. She pants him on the Ferris Wheel and humiliates him, but JESUS CHRIST, this dude is a lot. That’s compounded the next day, when he continues to pursue her, and she continues to be EXTREMELY not interested! DUDE. GET A GODDAMN CLUE HERE, she is NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SHIT.

Is Noah the first simp? Because he’s really starting to seem like it. Anyway, Noah and his friend Fin (Kevin Connolly) basically set her up to go on a double date with Noah, and he continues to be overly forward. Maybe this is supposed to be romantic, but it definitely doesn’t feel like it to me.

We find out that Allie is a quite well-educated young woman, whose schedule is basically completely controlled by her parents, who want her to go to college as well. Noah questions why her life is so restrictive, nothing that she should be free, which she insists she is. He then lies down in the middle of the road, watching the street...lights…

Holy shit, he’s a manic pixie dream boy. HOLY SHIT HE’S A MANIC PIXIE DREAM SIMP. He does all these quirky things, and breaks the girl in the restrictive lifestyle out of said lifestyle. Even if his dumbass actions nearly get him and Allie killed. See, she lies down in the street with him, and they nearly get run over by a car. And this second near-death experience is apparently SO romantic, that Allie’s won over, and they...just dance in the middle of the street. Because Ryan Gosling has no idea where to dance, apparently.

Billie Holiday sings “I’ll Be Seeing You” in the background (which, yes, I love), and we cut back to Duke reading to the elderly woman, who correctly guesses that they fell in love. And yeah, they go head-over-heels, apparently. Which is symbolized by, just, the most graphic of PDAs over, lord.

Allie meets Noah’s father, Frank (Sam Shepard), a seemingly nice man and poetry fan (he’s a Tennyson man apparently). He asks her if she wants breakfast-for-dinner, and he’s my favorite character so far.

However, as if to set up the conflict to come, we’re reminded that this is a summer romance, and that they come from two different classes and worlds. Because of course they do, but whatever, moving on. That is when the following scene takes place.

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...Look, I’m a bird guy by trade, and even I think that was weird.

We get more glimpses of their romance, including them dancing at a gathering with...a bunch of black peopNOPE. HOLD YOUR TONGUE, 365, WAIT FOR THE REVIEW TO TALK ABOUT THAT SHIT. At the end of this montage, we meet Allie’s father, the uppity and rich John Hamilton (David Thornton), and his GLORIOUS mustache (mustache).

He invites Noah to Sunday brunch, which is being attended by...black servaHOOOOOOLD. NOT NOW 365 NOT NOW. We also meet Allie’s controlling mother, Anne Hamilton (Joan Allen). When Noah tells them how much money he makes, they immediately look down on him and his poor, poor ways. Anne reveals that Allie is headed to Sarah Lawrence, an all-girl’s school in New York. Which is, uh...NOT close.

Anne very much disapproves of her relationship with Noah, seeing him as a low-born of little consequence. Not that it matters, because the two head to a DEFINITELY HAUNTED house in the woods one night, which overlooks the marshlands. The bats from the Scooby-Doo intro fly by as the two walk in to, again, AN ABSOLUTELY HAUNTED HOUSE. This is the 1772 Windsor Plantation, home to...the Swamp Fox? Huh. Didn’t expect a crossover with the Mel Gibson movie The Patriot, but OK then.

The two talk about their house in the future, and somewhere in the house, a painting’s eyes move mysteriously. Allie plays a tune on the piano, which 1) sounds AMAZINGLY creepy, and 2) I’m pretty sure is the opening song, which is a neat touch. Guess that’s the theme for the movie, or possibly Allie’s leitmotif.

Anyway, it seems that the ghostly wails of Old Man Marion have gotten them both all hot and bothered, and they prepare to make love, right there in the old haunted house. The two undress while social distancing, then approach, significantly raising their risks of contracting COVID-19. Allie is CLEARLY very nervous, and as they attempt to begin the dirty deed, Allie can’t stop rambling about the current situation. Which is clearly putting Noah off the mood, but the two still clearly care about each other. It’s weirdly sweet, considering the fact that there’re, like, 50 ghosts watching, and God knows how many of those are slaaaaaaaAAAANYWAY

Fin suddenly bursts in, as it would appear that Allie’s parents have every policeman in town looking for her. Her parents are clearly upset, and her mother demands that Allie stops seeing Noah, whom she literally describes as “trash.” Jesus. And they aren’t exactly quiet about it, as Noah hears the entire conversation. He understandably leaves, and is also clearly disheartened by the whole situation.

When Allie catches up to him, he says he has to think about this whole thing, including the fact that she’s going to Sarah Lawrence, and he’s staying behind. And I’m not gonna lie, he’s actually being realistic about this whole thing, and she’s acting FAR less rational. She actually breaks up with him right then and there, and as she’s literally physically assaulting him, I realize that SHE is actually the psychologically unstable one, HOLY SHIT. Emotionally compromised or not, Allie goes BONKERS here.

The next day, her folks decide that they’re leaving, that very day. Allie doesn’t want to leave without making amends with Noah, and she’s regretting her actions the previous night. She goes to Fin, and tells him to tell Noah that she loves him, and that she’s sorry. Noah shows up a little too late, and goes to return the comments, but Allie’s already gone.

Noah somehow gets her address, and writes her 365 letters, one letter every day. He never gets one in response, so he gives up and moves with Fin to Atlanta. Allie’s mom is seen getting the mail, so we know EXACTLY what happened to those letters. Meanwhile, it’s now 1941, and it’s time for World War II for the USA! Fin and Noah fight with Patton’s troops, and Fin doesn’t make it.

Allie, meanwhile, is in college, and works as a Nurse’s Aide for war veterans. She sees all of them as Noah,,,which is weird because she hasn’t gotten any of his letters, so she wouldn’t know that he went to war, but whatever. One of these injured men is Lon Hammond, Jr. (James Marsden). And...aw...AWWWWWWW. Did I just type James Marsden? GODDAMN IT HE’S GONNA GET CUCKED

James Marsden seems to have only one role in movies, and that’s to be overshadowed by another dude, even though in many instances, he’s a totally fine guy. The X-Men films, Superman Returns, Enchanted, the Westworld series in a way, TELL ME I AM GODDAMN WRONG. Dude’s always in movies where he plays the love interest to a girl, and that girl is pursued by another guy, and he ALWAYS LOSES TO THAT GUY. You could argue that Cyclops in the X-Men escaped that fate, but need I remind that first, Jean died, and then she came back AND KILLED HIM. STOP SCREWING OVER JASON MARSDEN’S LOVE LIFE, MOVIES!!!!

Seems like we’re once again headed down that path, though, as the very injured Lon asks Allie out on a date while in recovery, then takes her out once he’s healed. And, since he’s about as forward as Noah was, but less crazy when asking her out, she falls in love with him quickly. And it’s Duke that makes that assessment, not me. And, OF COURSE, he’s a rich Southern boy, meaning that her parents are going to approve.

At a dance club in the city with...black performDEAR GOD IT’S GETTING HARD TO HOLD ON BUT I GOTTA DO IT MOVING ON

He proposes to her, with her parents’ full permission (of course, because he’s rich and southern, gross), and she gladly accepts. He jumps on stage and announces to the entire club that they’re getting married. However, she’s still missing Noah subconsciously.

Speaking of, Noah comes home from war, presumably in 1945, and finds that his father sold him the house in order to buy the Windsor Plantation. Around the same time, Noah finds out that Allie’s moved on, and is with Lon. So, what does he do? The only logical thing: he restores the entire plantation by himself in order to win Allie back FUCKING REALLY?

Dude, you rebuilt an entire house on your own, your father died, and you could EASILY get rich off of selling the house and continuing to restore other derelict properties in the area! Upwards mobility, my man! You don’t even need to stay in town anymore! Hell, THAT’S a better plan to win both Allie’s AND her parents’ approval! STOP SIMPIN’, AND IF YOU’RE GONNA SIMP, DO IT RIGHT!!!

He’s also sleeping with a war widow, Martha Shaw (Jamie Brown), and STILL thinks only of Allie, and her sweet, sweeeeeeet bathwater, probably. Speaking of, Allie’s trying on a wedding dress, when she sees a photo of Noah in the paper in front of the plantation, which certainly shocks her. Confused, she goes to see Lon at his job as a stockbroker, and laments to him her lost romantic whimsy, brought up by seeing Ryan Gosling (AKA a natural response). She tells him that she’s going to Seabrook to “clear her head.” Lon asks if he should be worried. She says no. SHE LIIIIIIIIIIES.

Halfway mark, and this is a good place to cut! See you in Part 2!

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plus-size-reader · 5 years ago

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Rom Com Chick

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1330 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Dean finding out that his badass hunting partner has a secret life he didn't know about.

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In all the time that Dean'd known you, he had never seen you as anything other than a badass.

You were always cool as a cucumber, and could hold double your own in a fight. Hell, you'd saved his ass more times than he could count.

However, there was one thing about you could have never guessed...

That you had a huge love of cheesy, romantic comedies.

It was true, and while Dean would undoubtedly make fun of you for the rest of your days if he ever caught wind of it, you didn't care.

In the life that you lived, horror as a general rule, had lost its appeal. After going against actual vampires and werewolves, not to mention every other form of specter and creepy thing, you didn't have a taste for it.

It just wasn't as much fun when there were real people's lives on the line.

So, you found yourself indulging in every sort of romantic, absolutely fluffy, gooey film you could find. They brought a smile to your face, and gave you a glimpse into a world that you didn't have a hope of ever being a part of.

You had seen too many ugly, unpleasant things in your life, and when you did have downtime, you preferred to unwind with something much more easy to watch.

And honestly, it didn't even cross your mind that Dean may have an issue with such a thing but that was probably because you rarely thought about either of the Winchesters or hunting when you were trying to relax.

When you were on the job, it was all about the job 100%, but when you got time away, you couldn't help but keep all thoughts of death and danger far away.

It had taken years to do, but now that you'd mastered the skill, you wouldn't go back even if you could.

There was nothing like it, curling up on your couch with a blanket, and a big bowl of popcorn. It was your favorite thing in the world and nothing could stop you from enjoying it...

Not even a surprise visit from your closest pals.

"What are you doing here?" you wondered, suddenly very aware of your pajamas when you opened the door to find both Winchesters standing behind it.

You hadn't been expecting their visit but that didn't make it any less welcome.

You had made it very clear when you all had split up that they were always allowed to come see you, at any hour of the day, on any day of the years.

However, you wished Dean would have had the wherewithal to call beforehand.

Perhaps if he had, you would have made an effort to look a little bit more put together. Though, neither man looked put off by your appearance, they were simply glad to see a familiar face after so long on the road.

It had been forever since either man had been anywhere other than a cheap motel off the road, and the very idea of your warm embrace, and a familiar bed to sleep in for the night was too alluring to pass up.

"We were in the area, and we knew we had to see you" Dean answered, wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug before entering your apartment to make room for Sam and his arm-fulls of bags.

You didn't even have to ask the taller man what he had in his grasp, before he answered you.

"We stopped to get some groceries, we didn't want to eat you out of house and home" he laughed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your cheek before passing.

Both man was a whirlwind in his own right but you loved them both so much that it didn't matter to you one bit.

More than anything, you were just thankful that they'd thought to bring food with them, so if you did want to cook, you already had everything you needed. Honestly, it was a relief because all you currently had in your fridge was vitamin water, a six pack of beer, and a half empty pizza box.

No one ever said the life of a hunter was a glamorous one after all.

Even so, you would never say no to company.

"That's very thoughtful boys, sit...I'll get beers" you suggested, heading off toward the kitchen without a second thought as both men removed their shoes at the door.

You didn't have very many rules in your home, especially not for too grown men, but one that you did strictly enforce was no shoes on the carpet.

It was hard enough keeping your own dirt and blood off the surfaces of your home, the last thing you needed was help making the place a mess.

"What the hell is this?" you heard abruptly from your living room, unsure of what they could be talking about. You recognized the tone to be Dean, but who knows what he found?

The eldest Winchester could be so nosy sometimes.

Still, the declaration didn't bother you all that much.

There was nothing scandalous or dangerous in your living room and you weren't hiding anything too surprising around, so whatever he found, Dean was likely being dramatic.

"Seriously, the notebook Y/N?" he wondered, clearly shocked as you rounded the corner, your arms full of beer bottles that you were much more focused on than the betrayal of your oldest friend.

There it was...

You should have known that whatever was bothering Dean, was stupid.

Why did he care what kind of movies you watched when you were alone? You had stayed with them a million times and never asked questions about his Japanese porn collection.

What was so bothersome about the notebook anyway? It was a wonderful film.

"Shut up, I like it" you groaned, kicking his leg down from your coffee table as you passed, handing a beer to Sam and then dropping one in Dean's lap in turn.

As soon as you were sure they were both settled in, you took your seat against the window, under a fleece blanket that was still warm from your residual body heat.

"Wait...are you a rom com chick?" he asked, clearly blasphemed by the sheer idea. Never in his life would he had pegged you for one of those lonely, sad women who spent more time dreaming about the perfect man, than actually living life.

He knew you well enough to know that you thought that whole thing was bullshit, however, here you were watching it.

He was just shocked, to say the least.

"Come on Dean, even you're a sucker for Ryan Gosling, look at that bone structure" You pointed out teasingly, gesturing toward the television with the neck of your beer bottle.

Sam got quite a kick out of that, but stifled it quickly after a glare from his brother.

The last thing he needed was to get between you and Dean in an argument, there was no winning that.

“Shut your mouth” he ordered teasingly, taking a long swig of his beer, ignoring the statement you had made. It wasn’t exactly wrong but his head was still spinning over this new information.

He had known you all his life, and never in that time had you mentioned anything about liking chessy, girly movies like this. How could he have missed something like that?

“Not gonna happen, Now do you wanna watch or not?” you questioned, kicking your feet up on the coffee table, the remote in your grasp.

Without even waiting for his answer, you clicked the play button, starting the movie over from where you’d had it paused.

As soon as it was over, the boys could pick whatever they wanted but for now, you had a chick-flick to finish. Dean was just going to have to figure out how to deal with it.

Because hell yeah, you were a rom-com chick.

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captainchrisfics · 6 years ago

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Jealousy

About: Chris Evans and a first person pov reader go to an awards show. The couple runs into her celebrity crush on the red carpet, causing Chris to develop a bit of a green-eyed monster. A heated argument ensues... followed by an equally heated reconciliation.

Word Count: 2,873

Warnings: language, arguing, and implied/mild sexual content.

Don’t get me wrong, celebrities rarely surprised me anymore. Once you see Scarlett Johansson hanging out in your living room, you just start to get used to it. When Anne Hathaway comes up to you and compliments your boyfriend for his latest film, you think that’s as good as it gets. I thought that too- well, until Ryan Gosling was about an arm’s reach away from me on the red carpet.

“Chris,” I hissed through my teeth as I smiled, trying to draw the least amount of attention as possible. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan walk towards the next interviewer. My grip tightened on Chris’s arm, pulling him with me. “What’s wrong?” Chris asked, moving his face as little as possible. It was always hilarious- how his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes squinted, making his smile look so much more like a grimace on the red carpet.

“That’s Ryan Gosling,” I said like I still couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, a microphone was in my face. “What was that?” an interviewer asked. “Are you a Gosling fan, too?” I usually didn’t like to answer so blatantly, but I was already caught off guard. I tucked a fallen piece of my updo behind my ear and said, “Of course. With his blonde hair and those blue eyes, he’s just gorgeous.” It came out breathier than I intended, but I wasn’t even looking at the camera. I couldn’t stop staring at Ryan, just a few feet away.

“What do you think about that, Chris?” she asked, shoving the mic toward him. Chris cleared his throat, bringing attention to how tense he’d grown. Chris scratched the back of his neck and forced a chuckle, trying to play off how uncomfortable he was. I didn’t think much of it considering he was always pretty uncomfortable on the red carpet. “I mean, she’s still on my arm right?”

I patted his arm, trying to calm him down. It was a terrible joke but the interviewer laughed anyway. She said something about how he might have to keep bleaching his hair even though his Cap contract was up, which Chris laughed at just to be nice. I tugged us away again, hoping we could catch up to my celebrity crush.

Eventually, at the end of the media circus, we ran into him. Well, I did. I had locked in on my target and failed to calculate exactly how fast I was going and (more importantly) how much time I would need to stop. That’s how I all but tackled Ryan fucking Gosling to the ground. As I apologized profusely, he steadied me with a hand on my waist. “Moving a little fast there,” Ryan said, smirking at me. I giggled and glanced away, trying to hide my blush as I offered another feeble apology.

Behind me, Chris cleared his throat. He grabbed my hand, shoving the other in his pocket and puffing out his chest. Chris had this hard look in his eye I’d only seen him have in that Scott Pilgrim movie. Needless to say, I didn’t like it. “Almost lost you,” he said, pulling me into his side. When Chris wrapped his arm around my waist, it felt more like he was trying to hold me back.

“Glad you found me,” I responded. I rubbed my arm out of a nervous habit, feeling a bit awkward. Ryan looked between the two of us, reading the situation seamlessly. He held up his hands in surrender and smiled in an attempt to ease some of the tension. “No worries here man. It’s been nice to meet you both,” Ryan said calmly, taking a couple steps back. Then he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

“The hell was that about?” I asked Chris, all but stomping my foot. I don’t know what brand of toxic masculinity he had for breakfast, but there’s no excuse for being so possessive. Chris sucked on his teeth and avoided my angry stare as he tried to come up with anything that would sound rational coming out of his mouth.

Chris shook his head. “Later,” he said, effectively ending any conversation. In another circumstance, I would’ve pushed him harder to talk, but these events stressed him out enough as is. I could always give him hell later, but right now he didn’t need me to be another problem on his plate. Don’t get me wrong though- I was planning on giving him hell.

Chris was extremely quiet. Usually, after the media fiasco the red carpet offered, he relaxed. We spent events like these making jokes to each other, coping with how crazy all of it was and relishing in the dream we were living. Instead, I sat as far away as I could from Chris without falling out of my seat. His silence was even more deafening amidst the stars around us as they talked and laughed with each other all around us.

His stone face only cracked when he was nominated for an award. All the cameras were on us so we smiled and held hands while the announcers created tension and I hoped the viewers wouldn’t notice our unease. The last thing I needed on top of a moody boyfriend was an internet shit storm.

Chris won and, no matter how annoyed I could be with him, I was overwhelmed with pride. Even in our worst moments, we remained supportive of one another. I always reminded myself that it wasn’t Chris against me or vice versa- it was the two of us against our problem. I stood up almost faster than he did and pulled Chris in for a kiss by the lapels of his suit, hoping it conveyed exactly that. The frustrated crease between his eyebrows hadn’t faded, but that didn’t stop Chris from mouthing an ‘I love you’ in my direction.

I sat down again, watching him accept the small statue as he grinned at the audience. “Wow…” Chris looked at the gleaming award again before facing the cameras. It gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach, thinking about how he seemed so much more relaxed and happier on the stage- like a weight of sitting next to me evaporated despite hundreds if not thousands of eyes on him.

Chris launched into his acceptance speech, thanking everyone involved in the project, his family, and then me. I hated how a part of me questioned if it was just for show. He thanked me for sticking by his side and my first thought was if it was meant to be some sort of jab. I shifted uncomfortably but smiled nonetheless, knowing someone’s camera had to be on me.

I thought closing the front door behind me and blocking out the rest of the world would be a relief, but it was just more nerve-wracking. Neither of us were in the mood for an after party so we came straight home, though I don’t know if we thought this through. Now we were alone and not quite sure where to go from here.

I wanted to yell at him for being such an insufferable, pig-headed idiot. For embarrassing me in front of everyone like that. For shutting me out all night. For even thinking I’d want anyone other than him. I had countless reasons I’ve been coming up with since the red carpet, but it was almost like the air was too thick for such angry words.

We stood in front of the dresser in our bedroom, taking off the glitz and glam and turning into a normal arguing couple again. I mean, how many people got into fights over meeting your celebrity crush on the red carpet and had to wait until after an award show to talk about it? I think we both felt pretty bizarre. “So, are we going to talk or…?” Chris asked tentatively, tossing his suit jacket on to our bed before working on his bow tie.

If it were possible, steam would’ve come out of my ears. That ‘us against the problem’ shit was out the window. “Don’t you dare ask me if we’re going to talk as if I’m the one giving you the cold shoulder, Christopher,” I fumed at his reflection, tugging on my heavy earring probably harder than I should to get the backs off.

Chris, who was still struggling with his bowtie considering I was usually the one taking it off, nearly choked himself by tugging on the left. “I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically. “Is that not how you and Ryan argue? Maybe I could apologize until I turned blue and then we’d kiss and make up. Would that be better?” I wanted to strangle him, but instead, I reached over and pulled the right side of the tie.

“I can’t believe you just went there,” I said, my voice coming out louder than I intended. I began taking the bobby pins out of my updo. Before he’d even gotten his belt buckle undone, Chris shot back, “Trust me, I just went there.” I grunted through gritted teeth, taking out my frustrations with Chris on my hair. He reached over and twisted the pin just right, causing the curl to fall before throwing the clip onto the dresser.

“You’re such a jealous ass sometimes, you know that?” I yelled, sending the last of my pins flying across the tabletop. We made eye contact in the mirror, but I could still see how red my reflection was turning. “Please, tell me about it,” Chris said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. I ripped a makeup wipe out of the package, scrubbing furiously at the mascara and eyeliner under my eye as I assured him I would.

“You are! I’d never even seen Ryan in person before, but wow I find one guy other than you attractive and suddenly it’s the silent treatment,” I said, feeling like my blood was boiling. I was on a roll now. “Oh, and don’t even get me started on that jab about my commitment in your speech! That was a low blow, Chris, especially considering all I did was say sorry for running into someone,” I said as almost every thought cycling through my mind tumbled out of my mouth.

Chris laughed sarcastically, throwing his belt onto the bed harder than he’d tossed his jacket. “Is that what you call it?” he spat. Chris did his best to mock my bedroom eyes, twirling a piece of pretend hair and giggling like a little girl. He really aced his impression of me with some air-headed remark about getting Ryan to bed, but all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears.

I threw out my dirty makeup wipes, trying not to pout while showing exactly how unamused I was, feeling the angry tears brimming my eyes. Chris had a look in his eye that told me he knew he’d gone too far. He averted his eyes, focusing intently on unbuttoning his shirt like it was his first time.

“Do you even see yourself?” I said quietly, running out of fire as my rage was replaced with hurt. I tugged at the exceptionally small clip holding my necklace together. Anyone who was at all familiar with those little latches shaped like crab claws knew they required the utmost concentration, which I was lacking right now. Chris moved behind me. I complied with an annoyed huff, lifting my hair out of his way. He had it off in record time, leaving the two of us staring at ourselves in the mirror.

“Do you want him?” Chris asked in a low voice like he was afraid of the answer. My heart clenched in my chest, shocked he could even think such a thing. Still, I crossed my arms and let the vindictive side of me win. “What if I do?” I challenged, failing to convince even myself. I wasn’t proud to admit it, but as I was suddenly surrounded by all of my sadness, I wanted Chris to feel a fraction of it.

Chris closed his eyes for a second and let out a shaky breath before gently grabbing my waist, turning me to face him. Now just inches away from him instead of a few feet from his reflection, I saw how blue his irises looked, exaggerated by the agitated red the whites of his eyes turned when he cried. In my anger and pain, I hadn’t realized how this fight was affecting him.

Chris caressed my face, running his thumb across my cheek. He wiped away tears I didn’t notice falling. Suddenly, with every ounce of passion he had left, Chris kissed me. It was like diving into a freezing pool, filled with the kind of water so cold it shocks all of your senses awake, and coming up for your first gasp of air at the same time. His force sent us stumbling backward until I hit the dresser. I wrapped my arms around his neck while Chris lifted me by my thighs, sitting me on top of the table with a disregard for whatever clattered to the ground to make room for me.

My hands traveled down his torso, relishing in each bump his stomach offered before slipping under the fabric of his open button-down. Chris wrenched his arms, helping me take it off. He nearly tore off his undershirt before diving back into a kiss. I tucked my index fingers in the belt loops of his trousers, pulling him between my legs. Chris tangled his fingers in my hair, moving his mouth down my jaw until he reached the soft patch of skin behind my ear. He elicited a gasp from me as he nibbled gently, testing the waters. The involuntary arch of my back, pressing my body to his as my chest rose quickly seemed to be the encouragement he was looking for.

My eyes fluttered closed as he moved down my neck, stopping to suck on my collarbone. I reached to lay my hands on his chest, loving how the muscles felt clenched under my touch. If I really tried, I could feel his heart beating rapidly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close to my hips as I possibly could. Feeling him pressing against the inside of my thigh made me smug, reminding me as I came undone that he was just as affected by my touch.

Chris reached behind me, unzipping my dress. He tugged the top down so it sat at my waist before touching me over my bra. I hadn’t noticed how thin the material was until now when it was one of the only layers between us. I found the button of his pants, fumbling to release him.

Keeping one hand kneading at my chest, he slipped the other up my skirt through the dress’s slit. His fingers toyed with the lacy trim of my underwear, teasing me as he tugged the fabric down my thigh so slow it was almost frustrating. He stopped suddenly and instead traced the curve of my hips up to my chest until he reached my hair again, tangling his fingers in the strands as he kissed me again.

Chris licked my bottom lip and I complied, absolutely at his mercy. He pulled away again before I was satisfied, leaving me right on the edge. He prided himself on making me as desperate for him as I possibly could be until he gave me what I wanted. Chris traveled to my ear again. “He wouldn’t know how to do this to you,” Chris whispered so faintly, giving me goosebumps all over.

It dawned on me exactly how we ended up here. I pushed Chris away, scowling at him. “You can’t kiss me like that and make this go away,” I scolded, half-heartedly angry he’d even tried.

Chris shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said, sounding so defeated it almost made me feel bad. Almost. He looked at me with so much sincerity in his eyes. “For all of it. I’m sorry for everything. I was stupid and jealous and shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I love you so much,” Chris professed, the words tumbling out of him like he’d wanted to say them all along. “It wasn’t cool to try to brush over it like that, but I just…” Chris trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I just wanted to know you were still mine,” he concluded, averting his eyes to the floor.

I bit my lip, teasing Chris as if I even had to think about it. “I love you too,” I grinned so big it hurt, my lips still slightly sore from the kiss. I reached my hand out to his, playing with his long, calloused fingers before intertwining mine with his. “I’ll always be yours. I don’t want you to feel so insecure in our relationship. We’re gonna have to talk about it,” I said, looking up shyly only to be greeted with Chris’s grin. It was so big it squeezed his eyes shut. “Later,” I giggled as I pulled him towards me, picking up where we’d left off.

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#Chris Evans #chris evans fanfic #imagine chris evans #chris evans oneshot #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers one shot #cevans

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merlinhurricane · 5 years ago

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Oo! I finally got a prompt idea! first I was thinking a basic coffee shop au for shiniida (since you made me ship them) but then I thought iida probably wouldn’t work in a coffee shop (“somethin somethin *waves hand around* coffee health somethin”) so he probably ACTUALLY works in one of those juice places that are all natural and put kale in your drinks and sleep deprived shinsou stumbled inside and asked for a black coffee and couldn’t understand why the cute barista was giving him that look

oooooh, yes!! thank you, luv. please keep em coming!!

(tags: shiniida, college au, no quirks au, swearing, iida is no mere barista—he’s a fckin Manager check yoself, multiple POVs bc i Can’t Not)

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Hitoshi didn’t understand what was happening. Why was this man staring at him like he had a third head? Second head, whatever. Jesus, he was tired.

“Sir, we don’t serve coffee,” came the insistent voice behind the counter.

“Why the fuck not?” Hitoshi’s glared blearily at him, eyes burning. What kind of place didn’t serve coffee? Especially a place called “Pep Up”. What was peppier than fucking coffee?

His outrage and confusion must have shown in his eyes because the hapless employee rattled off an explanation about natural and organic juices and healthy body supplements. Hitoshi didn’t need any of that. Rubbing his temples and trying to get the world to come into better focus, he groaned. “Okay, you’re my last resort. Can you just, like, talk to your manager and see if you can rustle up some caffeine for me? I’ll pay extra. Please,” he begged. The prospect of walking further away from campus in search of actual coffee was a daunting one.

“I am the manager.” The man before him affirmed. “And I can assure you we do not have anything caffeinated. Not only does caffeine create a mild dependancy but it is also a diuretic and can have lasting consequences if imbibed on a daily basis.”

“Mm-hm, delicious consequences,” Hitoshi murmured, causing the manager to stiffen in what Hitoshi assumed was disapproval.

“Indeed.” The manager sighed. “I suspect more than caffeine or any kind of energy supplement—” Hitoshi brightened at the word “energy”—“you simply need sleep.”

Hitoshi forced out a hollow laugh and attempted once more to bring the broad shop manager into focus. The lights in here were too harsh, the colors too bright. He should have known it wasn’t a coffee shop. Just about ready to give up on this place and try elsewhere, he turned toward the door.

Somewhere between the decision to leave and the execution, however, there was a disconnect. Instead, he found himself staring at a display right next to the door. It was full of oddly shaped bottles in an eye-searing shade of orange. He suspected he would’ve stayed in that exact spot for even longer if something cold hadn’t been pressed into his hand, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“Wha?” He instinctively shoved away the cold, despite it actually being a bit of a relief to his warm, probably dehydrated skin.

To his surprise the cold lingered, along with an amused huff of air against his cheek. Hitoshi looked up to see Mr. Manager. Dear god, he was pretty. Shoulders for miles, square jaw, baby blues, an undercut—he would have been too overtly gorgeous for Hitoshi to even consider if it weren’t for the glasses (he had a weakness for them) softening his look and the fact that the guy was literally holding Hitoshi’s hand wrapped around a plastic cup of smoothie to keep him from dropping it. “Uhh.”

The smoothie was bright green. Why did everything have to be so bright?

“Kale-kiwi mix.” The manager explained, dropping his hand once he was sure Hitoshi had a good grasp of the thing. “With some other stuff. It’ll help you sleep.”

Hitoshi snorted. Sure, this guy was hot, but Ryan friggin Gosling could’ve handed him this smoothie, and he still would’ve been skeptical about the results. Still... “How much do I owe you?”

The man smiled, a sharp, bright slice of white in his ridiculously handsome face. Oh no. “Free of charge. That’s not even on the menu, so it doesn’t have a price. Just, do me a favor and recycle the cup, okay?” He paused for a moment, mouth curling into an enchanting moue of consideration. Oh no. “Maybe after you get some sleep.”

Dazed, exhausted, and utterly smitten, Hitoshi nodded and wobbled out the door into the night, sipping on his definitely-not-coffee.

***

Hitoshi made it home...somehow. He remembered the streetlights stringing long squiggling tails of illumination across his vision, and that was his Stage 3 sleep deprivation indicator. He was sincerely lucky he hadn’t passed out on the walk back to his place.

On the counter sat his nearly finished smoothie. It had been surprisingly tasty, though the thickness made it feel necessary to drink water before he brushed his teeth and collapsed into bed. He was feeling surprisingly well-rested. At least, he assumed this is what “well-rested” felt like, since he couldn’t recall ever experiencing it before.

Snorting at his sardonic thoughts, he moved to throw away the cup before remembering what the hot manager had said. Technically, he didn’t have to acquiesce to his request—Hitoshi didn’t even have a recycling bin in his apartment. Still, the guy had put up with Hitoshi at Stage 3 and hadn’t even charged him for the damn drink. The least he could do was not fuck up the earth with one damn plastic cup.

Campus probably had some recycling bins, and he had to hit the library to finish his project anyway. Tucking the near-empty cup into the elastic cupholder on his bag, he began the trek to campus.

About halfway there, he realized he’d forgotten to make cis morning coffee. Him. Forgetting coffee. What was the world coming to?

Already mourning the lack of caffeine buzz he’d have later, he stopped in front of the library bins. A list of accepted recyclables and their corresponding numbers wwas posted above the special recycling receptacle. Sighing, Hitoshi pulled out the smoothie cup and checked the bottom for a number, then immediately got distracted.

On the bottom of the cup, written in fine black sharpie was a phone number along with “Pep Up and call me. :)”

***

Tenya had evening shift again, and as he walked in that afternoon, he couldn’t help but be apprehensive. It had been a long time since he’d given out his number, and the few times he had done it this way in the past year, none had used it. Whether that was because they were heathens who didn’t recycle or check the recycling number before they did or if they simply weren’t interested, he didn—couldn’t know. And that was the way he liked it.

The stunned and exhausted man from yesterday had caught his eye first because he was acting...odd. Tenya had watched him standing outside the glass double doors, staring up at the shop’s sign as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen. As if it were a candle and he were the moth. When he’d finally gotten inside, he’d continued to watch as the man’s eyes flitted around the room, intelligence and exhaustion shining there in roughly equal measure. He was built like a rock-climber—slim, tall, long arms and legs, and a bit hungry-looking. Tenya had a history with that look. Tenya would be willing to rewrite history for that look.

Going by the bulging bag and air of stress coming off him in waves, he was likely a student at the local university. When he finally approached the counter, Tenya met a set of pale, violet eyes and lost his train of thought entirely. Thankfully, the man was definitely too out-of-it to notice. He smelled like a combination of moss and coffee, so it was no surprise that he was looking to obtain some of the latter.

Despite his clearly tired state and the shortness of the conversation, he’d managed to make Tenya laugh more than once. What would he be like when he was firing on all cylinders? Tenya wanted to find out.

“You’re a cheeky bastard, aren’t you?” A voice shook him from his reverie, drawing his gaze to the front doors, propped open at the moment to let in both the afternoon breeze and the very man who had been occupying Tenya’s thoughts. A pity his words weren’t more...encouraging, though. He sighed.

The man was shaking a grimy plastic cup in his fist even as he walked up to the counter to confront Tenya. He was amused to see that the guy’s hair stood on end just as much now as it had when he’d first appeared in the shop—which was mostly empty right now, thankfully. He was manning the counter while the current barista was on break. He met those lovely, startling eyes head-on. Time to get this over with then. “I apologize for having offended you.” Why couldn’t he have just ignored his advance and moved on like everyone else? Tenya thought sourly.

“The only thing I’m offended by is your lack of faith in me.” The man’s face was still adorned with dark smears beneath his eyes that nearly matched the irises in color, but his face was more mobile, his voice and gestures more lively. “Telling me to sleep before attempting to throw something away doesn’t show a lot of confidence in my cognitive abilities. Kind of a slap in the face.”

Tenya knew the feeling. “And yet here you are, presumably having slept and still holding a dirty cup,” he commented, voice dry and throat drier. Had he not seen the number then? “You do know you’re supposed to wash them before recycling, right?”

“Who has time for that?” He complained.

“Who carries an empty cup around with them all day just for the sake of argument?” Tenya countered.

The man was just as quick to respond. “Who writes their number on the bottom of the cup? How’s that strategy been working out for you?”

Tenya remained silent for a moment. So he’d definitely seen the number. “...what is this about?”

“Mostly wanted to apologize for probably acting crazy last night. And to thank you. For this.” He held up the cup. It was still frustratingly unclear whether he meant the drink or the number.

Tenya took a chance. “You could’ve just called me.”

He was rewarded with a crooked smile. “Truth be told, I also wanted to make sure I hadn’t hallucinated you.” He leaned against the counter. “You seem like the kind of guy that only exists in my imagination.”

Tenya flushed and looked away to hide how pleased he was. “You’re ridiculous.”

The man just grinned wider and bent over the counter to read his name tag. “Tenya, huh? I’m Hitoshi. Can I buy you a drink?”

—End—

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#shiniida #shinsou hitoshi #iida tenya #ficlet #bnha #one shot #my hero academia #will probably post this to ao3 as wwell bc i like it???#thefrailtyofgenius #taryo88 #my writing

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 5 years ago

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The thrill of it all (2/9)

Summary: Rose and Tom have been together for 7 years when he breaks up with her. She has no idea why. Tom regrets it almost immediately but still moves on. Until he realized what a huge mistake he has made.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / OFC

Warnings: angst

can also be found on AO3

Masterlist

Rose spent 3 whole days in agony after Tom left her in their home. Their home. She liked the house the first moment she laid her eyes on it. Tom just came back from yet another Marvel movie, rocking his black hair. She secretly loved him with black hair. It made his eyes so much more intense. On the other hand he could be bald and she would still love him.

“Can’t it wait till tomorrow, Darling? I have been on a plane for the last 12 hours. I don’t even know which time zone my body is in.”, he had whined and pouted. He hated flying and Rose knew that.

“I will do anything you want if you do this for me now. I really really feel like this could be it.”,, she had answered him, her hands behind his neck.

“Anything I want? That is an offer I can’t resist.”, he had smirked and kissed her breathless. They had looked at so many houses, that the moment Tom’s car parked in front of the beautiful white building she had already decided that this is where they would live. ”Come on Tom. It even has a green/golden door. It must be faith.” Rose had giggled when they went up the stairs to greet the realtor. He only shook his head and took her had at that. A little smirk on his face.

“I will do anything you want if you do this for me now. I really really feel like this could be it.”,, she had answered him, her hands behind his neck. “Anything I want? That is an offer I can’t resist.”, he had smirked and kissed her breathless.

They had looked at so many houses, that the moment Tom’s car parked in front of the beautiful white building she had already decided that this is where they would live.

”Come on Tom. It even has a green/golden door. It must be faith.” Rose had giggled when they went up the stairs to greet the realtor. He only shook his head and took her had at that. A little smirk on his face.

The trip down memory lane was interrupted by the doorbell. Rose sighed. Back to real life it was.

“You look like hell”, where the first words out of Emma’s mouth. Tom’s sister had become one of her closest friends in the last couple of years. The blonde woman hugged Rose and handed her a very delicious smelling cup of coffee. “Well if your dear brother hadn’t broken up with me, my looks would for sure be a whole lot better.” Rose looked at her friend and took a big sip of her coffee. “I still can’t believe it. Why would he do something like this?” Rose looked at Emma. She looked so much like Tom. Sometimes she thought they secretly where twins. “I only know that he met another woman back in New York.” “Well she must have made an impression.”, Emma whispered more to herself than for Rose to hear. “I bet she has.” Tears where in Rose’s eyes again. She blinked them away. “Sorry that was beyond rude.” “It’s nothing I haven’t thought of in the last days. I keep thinking about what I did wrong in the past. Maybe we did not make enough time for each other…”, Rose started but was interrupted from Emma.

“Don’t do this. I hope that once he calms down you will get the answers you are searching for. No point in thinking about it now when you won’t get them.”

“Easier said as done.”

“I know. So what should we do? Get drunk? Eat ice cream? Watch as many Ryan Gosling movies as we can get our hands on?”

They went to the kitchen to sit. “I need your help Emma. I know you are his sister, but I need someone to help me pack my things. And there’s a lot of it.” “But Tom said you could stay here. I talked to him yesterday.” “I don’t want to. We build this home together. I can’t continue to live here without him. Every stupid things holds a memory. I just can’t.” Rose shook her head. Yesterday she cried because of the pillow Tom and her had bought together on their first vacation in Egypt. Emma scooted next to her friend and wrapped her arms around her. Embracing her in a tight hug. “I understand. I will help you. You can stay with me if you want to. Or with mum. I bet she won’t talk to Tom for at least 5 years after this stunt.” “I couldn’t…” “Yes you could and you will. You know mom always thought of you as her third daughter. I do to by the way. Just because you two aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean you are going to lose us.” “Thank you Emma.” “Every time. So, you don’t have to pack everything now. Just grab what you’ll need for the next week and we’ll be back then.” “I can’t. If I’m going to stay with you, till I find a new place I don’t want to constantly have to get back here to pick up things. I want to pack everything now. As long…” she took a breath. “As long as Tom’s not here.” “I understand. So. Let’s get a couple of boxes and start?”

It took Rose and Emma 2 days to pack everything up. Rose’s whole life was now standing in the living room, packed in about 40 boxes. She didn’t realize how much stuff she had, until this moment.

Emma was already in her car, waiting for Rose to join her. Rose had a couple of moments for herself. She went up to the library. It has always been her favourite place of the house. The smell of books and something which could only be described as typically Tom always made her homesick. Because her home was Tom. Not this house. She realized in this moment, that it would be next to impossible to find a new home. She would be able to find a new house. To find new furniture. To paint the walls by herself. But to find someone like Tom again… He used to practically live in this room when he was learning his lines. Only interrupted when he was hungry or tired. Every so often she had found him passed out on the window seat, his script on his chest. His glasses deep down on his nose, about to fall off. She shook her head. A light smile on her lips. Even after the heartbreak she could not not miss him. Not not love him. She desperately tried to hate him for what he did. But she couldn’t. She tucked the letter she wrote this morning in his favourite book and left their house.

The next days were spend constantly on the internet. Rose tried to find a new place to stay in London first. Her whole life she lived in London, so why change it now? Sure she had planned to go to LA, but alone? That’s when she saw the message her friend Ryan had sent her after they talked. He had invited her so stay with his family for the next couple of months and to write. She was supposed to write a few songs with him anyway and there were worse things than staying in San Francisco for a couple of months. As much as she loved the whole Hiddleston family, they all reminded her of Tom. She still couldn’t wrap her head around all that happened. Sure they had their problems. Like in every relationship not everything was pink and fluffy all the time. But the majority of the last years had been perfect. She had been with him when he got the part playing Loki, which changed his whole career. And he had been with her on every step of her way to make a name for herself in the music industry. They practically grew up together. Career wise. Maybe in all of this she lost the sight of what was important? Should she have made more time for him? Shaking her head she closed her notebook and made herself ready. She had to tell her father that Tom and her had broken up.

Visiting her father was something Rose did every week. So when she postponed last week, he immediately got suspicious. They had a special bond. Rose’s mother died 20 years ago, while on her way to bring their son, David, Rose’s brother to football practice. A moving truck overlooked them crossing the street. They had no chance. Both of them died in the week after the accident in the hospital. Rose had been 9 years old at this time. It had been him and Rose ever since. They didn’t have any other family. When he opened the door to welcome his daughter on that day it took about 20 seconds before she flung herself crying into his arms.

“It’s going to be okay. You survived worse.” Her father soothed her and half hour later, after she calmed herself. Rose was proud of herself for only falling apart once while another person was present. “I know. Dad?” “Yes?” “I think I’m going to stay with Ryan for a couple months.” “In the states?” “San Francisco. I always wanted to go and I can’t be here right now.” “I understand. Maybe I’ll come visit you.”

“You should. Ryan’s house is as big as Buckingham palace. I bet he has a room for you.” Rose smiled.

Diana was just on her way back home after visiting Emma, when her phone ringed. She took a deep breath before she answered the call. “Hello Thomas.” “Hi Mum…” Tom had been trying to postpone this call for a while now. “So, how are you?” Diana asked her son. “I’m… I don’t know how I am.” No point in lying to her. “Then come home and fix it. She is a mess Tom. She’s trying to figure out why you don’t want to be with her anymore and so am I to be completely honest with you.” “I want her to be happy. I want her to get married and have kids.” “But she wants to have that with you. Why did you break up with her?” She asked softly. “I don’t love her like I used to.” “But you still love her?” “I don’t think I ever won’t.” he admitted honestly. He heard his name been called from the outside. “Then please think about it. I don’t want you to regret this decision for the rest of your life.” Diana pleaded her son. “Thank you mom. Love you.” “Love you too.” She sighed and disconnected the call. She hoped for her son’s sake that he made the right decision for himself. Even if she couldn’t understand it.

Tom went to the window where he had a view over the ocean. Several people were down at the beach. Music was playing. He was happy and sad at the same time. He saw her smiling at one of her friends before her eyes shifted and found his She smiled and he smiled back, giving her a small wave to show her he’ll be down shortly. Tom stepped away from the window and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t love her. But he could. He for sure had a crush on her. He rolled his eyes. How old was he? 12? No. He had to try. And even if it was just to prove to himself that he made the right decision in breaking up with Rose.

….

“I really really want to call him and ask him what on earth is wrong with him.”, Ben shook his head and looked at Rose. “Well, get in line. I know at least 4 other people, me included.” It has now been 19 days since Tom broke up with her. But it had only been 16 hours ago when pictures of Tom kissing another woman came out all over the world. And it hurted. Like hell. In that moment she was glad that they had a very private relationship. She only went to a couple of events with him. They hadn’t been seen together in almost 2 years if she remembered correctly. “Are you doing okay?” Ben asked. He wanted to check on her earlier, but he only got back to the UK yesterday. When he saw the paparazzi pictures of Tom with Taylor only after waking up this morning, he had to reach out immediately. “I’m thinking about leaving for a little while.” “Oh?” “Well Ryan is working on a new project and wanted my opinion. I also happen to have written a couple of songs in the last weeks, which I wanted to get out there. I should probably just sell them to Adele. She’s good with stuff like that.” “Oh Rosie.” Ben sighed. “No it’s okay. I have to move on. Somehow.” “But it’s okay to take your time for that. Don’t do anything just for the sake of moving on.” “I won’t. I wanted to leave London for a little while anyway.” “I know. Sophie complained about it ever since you two announced it.”, Ben chuckled. “She’s only complaining because she’s losing her best babysitter.” “Aren’t you the godmother of my first born or do I recall that wrong?” “You don’t. But I still can be godmothering from another continent. And it won’t be forever.” “It better not be.” He smiled “Call me if you ever need anything. I mean it.” “I will.”

In the middle of August Rose found herself in her best friend Ryan’s studio at his house. “It’s wonderful.” Ryan looked at her in awe. “Thank you. Do you think someone would be interested?” “They would be insane to not be. But are you sure?” “Why wouldn’t I? Something good has to come out of this whole mess.” Ryan sighed and looked at his friend. She was a shadow of the woman, he used to work with. Her usually sunkissed skin pale, she had lost weight and her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. He had met Rose about 15 years ago after a concert back in London, when she gave him a demo tape of a song she recorded. That happened occasionally back in the day. But when he sat down and listened to her song, he heard big potential. So he contacted her and worked with her ever since. It was her song that got his band a nomination for their first Grammy 6 years ago. “These are your feelings, your deepest feelings which would be sang out to the world by someone else. Don’t get me wrong. This is next level stuff. You have to be absolutely sure that you want this.” “Maybe I should just release it myself.”, Rose joked. “With your voice I don’t know why you haven’t earlier to be honest.” “I was joking Ryan.” “I don’t.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I could live with either way at the moment, if I’m fully honest.” “Take your time. It’s barely been 3 months since all of this happened. You don’t just get over the last 7 years in a snap.” “But I wish I could. I miss him. So much.” Rose shifted her eyes to the corner of the room, holding her tears in. She hadn’t cried since she got to the states 3 weeks ago. There were still times at night, when she woke up, that she reached out to the place in bed next to her, when it hit her, that there was no one. But she didn’t cry in those moments. She was done crying. “I know Sweetheart. I know.” Ryan scooted closer to her, and wrapped one arm around her shoulder. “Not to sound cliché but it will get easier.” “You’re one to talk. You’ve been married for nearly 20 years.” “Well yes, but I was young and heartbroken once too.”, he winked at her. “Idiot.” She giggled. “Come on. Let’s get upstairs before my wife sends in the searching troop.”

>> Chapter 3

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nevergiveupneverrun · 6 years ago

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Bodyguard - Chapter Twelve “The memory of the body” Part One

Hello, I hope you’re all doing great. Here is chapter twelve of my Story Bodyguard. I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

A week had passed since the reception for Amelia’s foundation and this chase. A week that Amelia’s stress was climbing with each passing day… not so much because of the threats, she had regained the upper hand in record time… but because of the upcoming concert, which was only a few days away. She kept repeating and I didn’t count the number of trips back to the Conservatoire or the studio. Richard was even worried about Amelia’s diligence, so much that he had imposed today on a day off, which had the effect of annoying Amelia noticeably. She was not particularly happy and had spent much of her day in her composition room playing and humming her songs.

I was looking for her in the house, no longer hearing any melody escape from the end of the corridor. Approaching the room, I soon perceive two distant voices: those of Amelia and April who were be installed on the terrace. - It will change your ideas! - I don’t know April, a quiet evening at home would do me good too, I think… - Not at all… an evening between us, where we drink more than reason and where we dance all night, it is the best remedy for your state of mind… you are a too anxious sweetheart! Even if the best remedy is not the best expression: it is a good remedy but not the best… - Oh yes, and what is the best remedy, doctor? I hear Amelia’s smile through her voice as she challenges her friend. - You know Amelia… but you can not do it alone… April’s mischievous tone echoes in my ears. - April Kepner, you will never change! - Stop, you know that it’s effective, and besides, you don’t have to look far! - Clearly, men are jostling at my door right now… I’m about to move away from their discussion when April’s sentence suddenly stops me in my movement. - Maybe not, but there is a man 24 hours a day at home… - And who works here…Amelia adds. - You should take things more lightly sometimes… frankly, I saw some of the bodyguards on the filmings where I was able to work and they look more like Schwarzy than Ryan Gosling… I’ll pay a lot for a ride with Mr. Hunt… - You know it’s a very bad idea April… - Stop thinking from time to time… - You will not make me believe that you don’t like him? - I didn’t say that… - What do you say then? - He is… I listen carefully despite me but she doesn’t finish her sentence. - Anyway, it’s my bodyguard and I’m not… Amelia stops again without revealing her thoughts clearly. April remains silent a few moments, then I hear her voice again soon, but more weakly than before. - Everyone will not let you… just one person… just fall on the right… then you should take over Owen’s contract and add a clause so that he takes care of you in every sense of the word, ends April in a laugh. I slip away on this remark; I should not have heard this conversation let alone the colorful comments that knew so well April. I had always noticed certain looks from women: I knew that I could count on real ease in contact with them, but this kind of opinion about me always made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t see at all what seemed to fascinate them. I go down the stairs to join the kitchen and serve myself a glass of fresh fruit juice while trying to chase the conversation out of my mind. I finish my drink quietly when I hear steps down the stairs and a question that reaches me from the stairs. - We will ask him, we will see what he answers, right? April and Amelia step into the kitchen: April first, with a decided step and Amelia behind her, a little less assured. - Owen, we were looking for you, April launches. Amelia told me that my idea of soirée was not compatible with your rules, so I just check with the expert? - I listen to you… - Here: Richard asked Amelia to relax today and decompress a maximum… and for me, it is necessary that Amelia takes a little air and has fun: hence the soirée that I propose, a soirée in a night club for her to let go a little! A soirée in a night club?! I remain silent after April’s announcement. Nightclubs were some of the places I feared the most in my profession: noise, crowds, lack of space. I had always managed to avoid this environment that combined all the risks. - You see April, it’s not a good idea, whispers Amelia taking her friend by the hand. The distant and weak voice of Amelia calls me, she carefully avoids my eyes. Her face strikes me, however: more dull and closed than usual, so that I consider in spite of me the suggestion of April. - Is it really important to you? Amelia stops in her movement and finds my gaze while April moves forward again. - Of course, it’s important… - I ask the question to Amelia, April… Amelia hesitates a few seconds then answers me in a voice almost shy while fixing me. - April knows how to be convincing… and that could change me a little the ideas actually… I look at her for a long time, she really didn’t look better today. I would have like to detect a glow in these two pupils that I could recognize between a thousand henceforth… enjoy a frank smile on her face… April’s idea was perhaps complicated to manage but if it could give a little energy and confidence to Amelia… and revive the joy of life that I missed at this moment by seeing her in front of me. I think quickly reviewing the details of such a soirée. - Are you aware that you can not go out alone? - Yes, of course, that’s why we talk about it, says April. - Well… I’m not going to say that you make my job easier… but if it’s important to you… - Thank you, Owen, you make two happy, exclaims April. - Some small remarks, however… have you already a place in mind? I prefer that it’s not a night club accessible to anyone. A place that already makes a minimum of sorting… and that we can enter through discreet access… - No problem, we expected to go to a friend’s night club: a pretty select place… and since we know the owner well, she can arrange all the necessary details… she can keep us a table in a corner a little less discovered, privatize a VIP zone… - Good, and agree with her that she keeps a table near the exits while giving a view of most of the room… and that we can enter by the entrance of the staff and not the official entrance. - Ok, I will call her, it should not be a problem… - Are you sure, April? Saturday night, she often has a stage with bands playing live… and well-known DJs who mix… tables are often booked well in advance. - She will make us a little place, don’t worry, Amy… something else Owen? - At with time do you plan to leave? - Around 10:30 pm… are you ok? April asks turning to Amelia. Amelia just nods her head. - Okay, I’ll tell Jackson, I said going back to my room.

4 hours later.

One last look at my outfit and I decided to leave my room. I had finally left my tie on my bed, judging that it would have been the accessory of too much for the soirée: shirt and jacket of the suit were amply enough. I go back to the entrance and I’m surprised discovering Jackson at the foot of the stairs. - Hi Jackson, how did you come home? - I have a key you know now, it was Richard who gave me it a few days ago. - Did you see the girls? - Uh… I saw April… she was coming out of the kitchen… and see a woman welcome me in bra and panties, dress in hand, I didn’t have this pleasure fifteen times in my life… you must not be bored, tell me! He said laughing. - If you knew… He smiles a little more in front of my answer before resuming his seriousness. - In any case, you surprised me when you told me where we were going. Are you sure? - Yes, I’m well aware, but we will take all the necessary precautions and everything will be fine. - What made you accept? - Amelia needed to get some fresh air and I’m not here to stop her from living. - Not so long ago, though, you would have categorically refused these kinds of outings… Jackson observes me for a few seconds, when heels slam a few meters away from us, at regular intervals, to the rhythm of the stairs. I turn around and discover April and Amelia come down and walk towards us. I can not help but quickly note their outfits and the difference between them that expresses through their look. April is dressed in a sleeveless white dress, extremely short, arriving at mid-thigh, with black heels. Amelia has opted for slim black jeans with a red silk top, revealing her shoulders and knotted visibly behind her neck. - Good evening, gentlemen, launches April in a singing voice while advancing towards the coat rack to detach a light jacket. Amelia follows her and just smiles, turning around. And the top she wears is actually much less wise at first sight, revealing her whole back… and I realize that the tie behind her neck is the only link hold this piece of fabric against her. A black suit jacket that she puts on, stops me quickly in my observation. - We can go? Can you give me the address? Asks Jackson by my side. - Yes, we are going to Belltown, on the edge of Western Avenue, I will tell you where to go when we were nearby. - All right, let’s go there. Jackson walks out of the house first, followed by April, as I bring up the rear with Amelia. I notice that she almost reaches my height. A look at her shoes quickly gives me the answer to these many centimeters that she had won for the soirée: a pair of stiletto heels at least 12 centimeters to her feet in which she seemed incredibly comfortable. I see her eyes, looking up and she smiles at me having noticed my observation. - I cheat a little… I’m not lucky enough to have a mannequin size. - You should not pay to much attention to these pseudo-standards… but I remain admiring in your mastery of balance, I will be unable! - Ha, something that I know better than you, I’ll remember, she replies in a burst of laughter. I join her, laughing in my turn, happy to have won this sweet melody. The girls both sit in the back and then we head straight for Western Avenue, under the bright, twinkling lights of a Seattle night, worthy of the most beautiful postcards. April and Amelia chat loudly behind us: however, we remain focused with Jackson on the road and especially on the vehicles surrounding us… Jackson taking care not to take the shortest drive to have time to see if a suspicious car was lurking around us. He finally nods to me saying that there is no warning and continues on the road until arriving on Western Avenue. - April, we are there, says Jackson with a look backward. - Okay, then go up the avenue again and you will take the next right at the light you see in front of you. The night club is at the corner and the « discreet » entrance is from the back, we can leave the car, says April. Jackson follows April’s directions and we head down the small street, cutting off Western Avenue, and skirting a glittering signboard showing “Rainbow World”. Jackson parks in a nook in the back of an imposing building where I guess a door marked “staff only”. - It’s here? - Yes, mission accomplished, announces April with a wink. We can enter through this access, we will arrive by the offices and the owner will let us pass. - Okay, …wait until I go out, ok? - A quick question… what will Jackson do? Jackson looks at me for a few seconds, surprised by the question, before answering to April. - I will wait here as usual. - Are you going to wait for hours alone in this car? Frankly, it will not help much, you should accompany us. - April… - You run fast, you will be quickly in the car less than a minute if we had to leave quickly… - I don’t… - And it might be more prudent to have to former agents with us than one, right? April’s last remark makes me seriously consider her suggestion. Jackson looks at me for a moment again not knowing what to say. - As long as you’re driving when I need you… the rest is up to you… - Ok, so if I can keep company to O’, why not? I think it’s not going to be easy… Jackson and I get out of the car at the same time and open the door respectively to April and Amelia. We go all four towards the « Staff Only » door facing us, a door that I open to let April then Amelia enter first. The heat of the place is stifling from our first steps inside. The light is weak and almost less pronounced than the street lighting we had just left. We walk in the corridors, leaving several doors on both sides of our passage, while I quickly see a silhouette in the background. As I go, I gradually distinguish a young woman, small and thin in front of us, dressed in a long black dress slightly slit on the side and put on… caster shoes. - Hi girls, she said while we are still a few steps away. Her voice is soft and cheerful which is a stark contrast to her assured look. - Hello Ari, April answers by making her a kiss on the cheek. - Good evening Arizona, continues Amelia imitating April. - Access is right for you? - Yes, it’s perfect, thanks… by the way, I present to you Owen and Jackson who are with us tonight. - Good evening sirs. Arizona Robbins, the club owner.

Thank you so much for reading. 💛

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misssophiachase · 6 years ago

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Mini Prompt - Klaus kisses Caroline at midnight on NYE and it leaves her a bit flustered, although she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

Thanks anon! I wish I had this for Klaroeve. I hope you like my take. It’s based on lyrics from New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift, one of my faves. As per usual I’m not too good at sticking to the whole ‘mini’ premise of a drabble, must be your amazing prompt!

New Year’s Day

Hold onto the memories…

PresentDay – Austin, TX

Caroline Forbes hated New Year’s Eve.

Well, since five years ago.

It had become a well-known fact within her family andclose circle of friends both in her hometown of New York and now more recently in Austin. Thankfully no one had dared to askwhy she’d changed her tune so suddenly and that was just fine.

So much so that she insisted upon being left aloneevery year. And for the most part they did so because she was like an extremelygrouchy bear with a sore head. Obviously December 31st, 2018, was anotherstory altogether. Her friends had bravely, or stupidly, decided to poke said bear.

Caroline had bought the supermarket out of ChunkyMonkey and was preparing her first movie. Who didn’t want to watch the Notebookon New Year’s Eve? It wasn’t like the occasion could get any moredepressing, right?

“Ohgod, kill me,” she heard that familiar voice before she saw its owner. “Talkabout depressing.” It was like she could read her mind.

“Idon’t know, Ryan Gosling isn’t too bad to look at, Kat,” the other familiarvoice offered.

“Weare trying to get her out of this sick and twisted situation not remind herthat Ryan Gosling is hot and a totally worthy reason for staying home on New Years.”

“Wayto convince her to come out,” Bonnie drawled, sarcastically.

“Yourealise I can hear you both, right?” She murmured, chomping on some butteredpopcorn and not bothering to turn around knowing her best friends were standingimpatiently in her kitchen. “And while we’re at it, remind me toconfiscate your keys to my apartment.”

“Canyou just drop this whole hostility act, it’s not attractive, Care,” Katherinechided.

“Saysthe girl who is crashing my private movie marathon?”

“Youneed an intervention, enough is enough,” she huffed, her high heels clicking onthe floorboards. Caroline didn’t have much time to react given her supposedbest friend had stolen the television remote and turned everything off.

“Youdidn’t just do that, real mature Pierce. Who are you anyway? The fun police?” She snapped, a comment more than a question. Katherinelifted the remote above her head so she couldn’t snatch it so easily.

“If you think she’s the fun police, you really do need help,” Bonnie added. “This whole, weird tradition needs to be broken.”

“Ithought you were on my side, Bon?”

“Notsince you decided that outfit was acceptable even behind closed doors,” shesuggested. Caroline looked curiously at her combination of pinksweatpants and a blue and orange Knicks jersey and decided it was just fine.

“Iknow you’re a Spurs fan Bonnie but even that comment is low.”

“Justplease stop being snarky and put this on,” Katherine drawled, holding up whatlooked like a small, black garment.

“Byitself?” Caroline baulked.

“It’sa dress, Caroline,” she shot back.

“Areyou sure it’s not a belt?”

“Howold are you again?” Caroline narrowed her eyes in her friend’s direction. Shewas on the older side of twenty-seven but there were moments her Great Aunt Mabel decided to takeover her body. Caroline chose to think this was one of those occasions.

“I’mnot getting off this couch until you tell me what’s going on?” She scoffed.

“Fine,”Kat replied gruffly, relinquishing the dress (or belt) momentarily. “Youknow that guy I was telling you about?” Before Caroline could mentally trawl through theoptions, Bonnie interjected.

“No,not the Italian model, the Australian magician or the Scandinavian fisherman,” sheclarified. “This one is an art critic.”

“Wow, those are the hardest nuts to crack,” Caroline replied knowingly. She was a singer by trade, doing mostly small gigs around town but had met a few of those in her time performing at art gallery exhibitions. “ And I reiterate my previous observation,” she whistled thinking back to the most difficult of them.

5 years earlier…NYC

It was that ominous New Year’s Eve five years ago when she met a difficult art critic for the very first time. While his suit was impeccable, his attitude and supposed manners were grating on her last nerve. She was hoping to escape as soon as their set was finished.

The room was full, barely enough space to breathe in fact. Caroline had finished her song and made her way to what she thought was the back exit for some air but obviously took a wrong turn.

Caroline didn’t consider herself an art expert but she was neither excited nor moved by the works on display. She’d walked in circles, not expecting to meet someone obviously worked up and pacing the length of what looked like a back room.

“Sorry,” she offered, his eyes meeting her gaze unexpectedly. Caroline would be lying if she wasn’t aroused in that moment by his sinful, crimson lips and a stray dimple. “I took a wrong turn.”

“Do you like the art?” His question blind sighted her briefly. Caroline knew exactly what she thought but given they’d never been introduced formally and this guy was the artist paying her bills she was reluctant to speak.

“Well, um…”

“This work is rubbish don’t you think?

“Well, it’s not really my place…”

“Why, cat got your tongue?”

“Fine. If I’m being honest, it seems kind of forced.”

“How so?” She paused, wondering why this guy was so eager for her amateur opinion. “The truth, please,” he implored, she couldn’t miss the desperation in his tone and those pleading eyes.

“Honestly? It has no heart, it’s cold and unfeeling,” she admitted. “But please don’t tell the artist, I’d like to be able to pay my rent next month.”

He’d stared at her for a good few minutes and she wasn’t sure what he was going to do next. Turns out he didn’t have to say anything. She’d obviously said too much and kicked herself mentally. Caroline always spoke without thinking and this instance was no different.

The chants from the art gallery increased in volume and they could hear each number as it was articulated for countdown purposes. Still their eyes never lowered or deviated.

8….

“I hate New Year’s Eve,” Caroline murmured trying to break the tension.

“Me too,” he replied, a slight and unexpected grin tugging at the ends of those lips. “Even more than gallery showings when you hate the work your publicist has chosen without permission.”

6….

“You’re the artist?” She squeaked, “I thought it was the rude guy in the suit.”

“No, that’s my older brother,” he murmured. First she’d insulted his art and now his own brother. “He’s an art critic and thinks he knows everything. My sister is the publicist.”

“Well, I’d be firing their incompetent asses now, unless it makes things awkward at Christmas, of course.” she smiled, hoping a bit humour would dig her out of this big hole.

4….

“Who says it wasn’t awkward beforehand? I know you’re a singer but if there’s any chance you want to be my publicist let me know.”

“I’m not the nagging type but I’m also not the kiss-your-ass type either.”

3….

“Why? Don’t you like my ass?”

“If I was your publicist right now I’d say that ego is not attractive,” she shot back slyly. “And it might be difficult for me to lie if I was asked to deny it.”

1…

“I wouldn’t want you to lie, love,” he murmured. “Your honesty is the best part about you.”

As the countdown ended and the cheers sounded out, it was as if an invisible magnet pulled them together. She thought he was a bit of an ass and he seemed to be going through an artistic crisis, but their kiss lasted much longer than the prescribed time.

And it felt good.

So good.

Caroline didn’t want to enjoy it or him but the idiot had messed with her resolve. She pulled back, trying to find her balance and bearings as she did. “I’ve got to get going and sing some Auld Lang Syne.” She couldn’t miss the disappointment as it crossed his face.

“Thank you,” he offered as she walked away.

“For what?” She couldn’t resist, turning around briefly.

“For being honest.” She smiled briefly, the warmth flooding through her body before heading towards the make-shift stage.

She left not long after her set finished making her way from the venue. She hadn’t seem him again, probably best because guys like that weren’t her type. It was only when she passed him conversing with a very annoyed brunette who was questioning his absence during the countdown that Caroline realised he had a girlfriend but was kissing her instead. Her instincts were obviously right.

Unfortunately she hadn’t stopped thinking about him or that kiss since. He’d sparked something inside that Caroline hadn’t expected. Bastard. She’d even shamefully looked him up on the internet and realised he had multiple girlfriends around the place. She really should have known.

Caroline had always hated New Year’s Eve but now she decided it was best to avoid it at all costs. It was too much trouble.

They will hold onto you…

“He’sholding a party tonight at a place called the Original Gallery. Ineed to be there,” Katherine pleaded, choosing to ignore herindiscretions. “I think this guy is my soulmate Care, I can just feel it.”

“Andthis is your way of convincing her to come, how?” Bonnie rolled her eyes.

“You know art, Care. It would help if you were there as my wing woman.”

Granted she loved to visit galleries in her spare time and had recently enrolled in an art history course at UT but it didn’t make her an expert. Far from it, in fact. This was most definitely a stretch on Kat’s part, not that she was surprised.

“How about no?”

“How about you think about it and lose some of that Creature of the Black Lagoon act, you know hating everyoneand everything in your wake?”

“Another stellar reason for her to agree,” Bonnie observed.

“Please Care, you can stay in the corner of the room away from all people if that helps.”

“And Ihear the Hors d'oeuvres are going to be phenomenal if that’s anyconsolation,” Bonnie suggested.

Caroline bit her lip, torn between helping her annoying friend and the comfort of her couch. If she had any doubts, they were sealed when Katherine removed the remote control batteries and placed them securely in her purse.

“You are officially evil,” Caroline scowled.

“Howabout we talk about this while you change,” she smirked, throwing the dress (orbelt) in her direction. She was tempted to wipe the triumphant expression fromher face but decided to leave that for when she needed it most.

“Ihate you.”

“Ilove you too, Forbes.”

Fastforward three hours and Caroline was attempting to pull down her dress withoutmuch luck, it was still too short for her liking. If she had something else She was gladat least that Katherine and Bonnie seemed to be otherwise engaged.

Turns out Katherine had a thing for the art critic she’d met all those years ago. He still looked good in a suit but if anyone was a match for his disdain it was Katherine. His brother Kol, an indie film director, was in deep conversation with Bonnie.

It gave her chance to peruse the artwork, and it was some of the most brilliant she’d ever seen. What she hadn’t expected on entering was it to be at his show.

Of all people.

Caroline had no intention of seeing him again. She wasn’t some groupie even if his work was suddenly brilliant. She also noted that the clock was moving freely past midnight and the lastplace she wanted to be was in a big group of strangers.

Carolinetook the opportunity to escape towards the toilets. In her haste shemissed the marked doors and found herself in what seemed like a makeshiftstudio. It wasn’t her first getting lost, after all.

The lights were dimmed but she could make out the canvases lined upagainst the walls and the easel in the centre of the room which caught herattention.

Carolineshivered slightly, not sure whether it was the cool temperature or thespectacular art stealing her attention. She noticed a white, paintsplattered shirt hanging nearby, slipping it over her barely theredress without much thought. Suddenly she felt extremely comfortable, it didn’thurt that the familiar scent emanating from the collar was the perfect mixture of spiceand soap.

Shemade her way towards the easel, her hand reaching out and tracing the longbrush strokes.

“Doyou usually break and enter and steal people’s clothes?” She couldn’t see him but his crisp, Britishaccent was messing with her concentration. Mainly because of just how familiar it was, even after five years.

“Itook a wrong turn,” she shot back. “And it’s pretty cold when your bestfriend decides you should wear a belt disguised as a dress.”

“Funnyyou mention it, I have that problem all the time.”

“I’llbet you do,” she laughed. It was nice to let loose for a change. As he came into view it was difficult not to react. The semi insecure artist from years ago was oozing confidence in dark jeans and a grey henley. “I’m sorry to tell you this but your work is kind of…”

“Kind of?” A low, self-conscious growl emanated from his throat.

“Is someone worried?”

“You were the one who made me better before but if I need a kick up the ass I’m willing to take it.”

“Well, given our history, you know I’m not a fan of your ass,” she teased. Apparently he was an ass but it was so difficult not to react to his banter.

“I signed up to the gym straight away, my New Year’s Resolution,” he shared. “I also tried to track you down but you never returned my messages. I’d be lying if I said you didn’t give me a complex and not just because of the body shaming.”

“Says the guy who was absent from sharing a midnight kiss with his brunette girlfriend. I saw you two when I left.”

“I didn’t have a girlfriend,” he murmured, his mind obviously racing. “Hayley and I had a brief thing but she turned up that night insisting we get back together. I haven’t thought about anyone but you since that night. She was never really my type.”

“And what is your type exactly?”

“Smart, beautiful, feisty and outspoken. Tells me my work is bad, tells me my family are overbearing and that I’m an arrogant ass. And looks far better in my shirt than me. All of it factually correct.”

“Was there any question? But also….”

“Hang on, I wasn’t finished,” he interrupted. “You were the only person who was honest about my work. You saved me.”

“Now, I think you’re being a little dramatic,” she murmured, hoping he wasn’t. “Why are you here of all places?”

“I’ve been trying to track you down for years,” he said before clarifying. “I hate New Year’s Eve but you made it better five year’s ago and I’m hoping you’ll consider..”

“Consider what?”

“A truce of sorts.”

And I will hold onto you…

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theprologues · 6 years ago

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Getaway Car Music Video

@flowerswiftie13 Posted this edit below.

A few posts ago @ificoulddancewithyou reblogged this post above which got me thinking. What would I create if I had the opportunity to work with @taylorswift directing a music video for her iconic songs? What an honor! Girl can dream! So that’s basically what I’ve been doing...daydreaming about directing a Taylor Swift music video.

I have a hunch the next music video and single will be Getaway Car. I was hoping for I Did Something Bad but I think it’s going to be Getaway Car. Anyways, Getaway Car is one of the most cinematic songs on reputation so there’s alot of material to work with (that can also be said about every single Taylor song!). Continue reading if you’d like to see the vision and story I would create for the music video. :)

If I was directing a Taylor music video I would basically do whatever Taylor’s story and vision was for the video. I don’t have Taylor to collaborate with so this is my own story I would make for Getaway Car music video. Everything I direct I make a visual plan for so this is basically a treatment and visual plan of the music video.

Story wise she refers to Bonnie and Clyde in the very beginning like she’s apart of a group that is no good and she wants a way out. I was thinking we could do another Taylor red head and a blonde Taylor and a male part like a trio of thieves instead of a duo to emphasis a circus ain’t a love story. A trio is more threatening. It’s an odd number which makes things messy.

Having a red headed Taylor also presents an alter ego perspective to Taylor Swift the artist which seems to be a common theme of the reputation era. It could play on the poison ivy theme too.

Let’s think of red headed Taylor as the “bad girl” Taylor or the “mastermind” behind the destruction.

Then we have the blonde haired Taylor singing, this is her story. Blonde haired Taylor is not the victim in this story. Let’s make that clear. Which we will see as the music video progresses.

This is what I was thinking the blonde haired Taylor singing would look like:

Then there’s the male character, he’s bad news. He’s also not important as the Taylors. He’s a piece of the story. He begins driving the Getaway Car.

Anyways, so I was thinking the music video begins like the Why She Disappeared visual poem that plays before Getaway Car. Somewhat backwards with the blonde Taylor telling the story. It’s day time and she’s completely alone in the desert. I want to respect that Taylor said reputation is a night time album. All the music videos thus far have been happening at night. The rest of the video would be happening at night.

I was thinking more of a car like the Delicate music video 1960s Deville:

That is the car the blonde Taylor is driving as she sings the story. Or this car:

Something nice and airy. I love the look of blue convertibles on the Pacific Coast Highway.

“She starts to sing, It was the best of times the worst of crimes”

Blonde haired Taylor is at a Gala (Ocean’s 8 style, Met Gala themes) or a nice event. That way we can play into the Richard Burton Elizabeth Taylor theme too.

Couldn’t find a cinematic picture of an old fashioned so here’s a pop in picture of my fave, Ryan Gosling.

The first verse of the song the bandits are hiding in plain sight. Stealing in plain sight. They look elite they are getting away with it. The ties were black, the lies were white.

I think it would be cool if they stole cars too that way (maybe, 13?) cars could be shown throughout the video.

The first verse they all 3 get away with stealing. The chorus we have blonde Taylor singing from the passenger side intertwined with the blonde Taylor in the day on the PCH (making her way to the desert) the one driving. One she’s the passenger, one she’s the driver.

Next verse, he poisoned the well the ‘man’ gets caught the Taylors escape in another Getaway Car the red head version of Taylor starts driving the getaway car for the next verse.

There’s tension between the two Taylors builds like they are all going to get found out. The next event situation blonde haired Taylor makes an escape leaving the red headed Taylor to get caught red-handed (see what I did there?).

Now we could have their evil hub of crime be a Motel to include that in the story. Then in the last verse blonde Taylor leaves red headed Taylor in the motel calling the cops.

Blonde Taylor driving the getaway car now as she sings. Us traitors never win flashback to the red headed Taylor being handcuffed as the man in the beginning is being handcuffed.

Betrayal looks:

Have the twist be that Taylor was one person all along. The red headed Taylor was just another version of herself. She was the mastermind the whole time. The poison ivy Taylor was who she use to be and really she turned him (the man character) in, and betrayed that version of herself.

Now she’s in the desert and it could be like a Blank Space music video where she starts over again somewhere new with a ‘new’ Getaway Car partner as if she just changed her hair.

Or it could be a complete new start. The light of freedom on my face. She had to betray that version (red head Taylor) of herself to be the person who she wants to be. Depends on what character she wants the music video to portray.

Interesting how in the Why She Disappeared visual poem her hair is strawberry blonde. An in between the two characters I was thinking of:

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Taylor’s music is so inspiring. I always have a million ideas for how I would direct her music videos. :) What do you all think?

#getaway car #music video #taylor swift #music videos #getaway car music video #next single #female filmmakers #hire me #female directors

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slytherinwrites · 6 years ago

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hey ! i’m currently looking for some new plots + partners, so i’ve put a list below the cut of some stuff i’m interested in doing. there is also a list of fcs at the very end ! if you would like to do any of these with me, please either shoot me a dm, like this post (and i will message you), or add me on disc/ord ( lizzie#5644 )!!

most of these should work with any pairing !! i’m happy to do f/f, m/f or m/m !

Anything with sirens, but especially a plot inspired by To Kill a Kingdom. Muse A is a siren that loses her abilities and has to kill a notorious siren hunter (aka Muse B) to get them back, so she boards their ship, with the intent of killing them, but shit happens. Probably feelings + a game of cat and mouse.

I am currently in love with the Marauders era of Harry Potter and I’m willing to do almost anything related to that (my favorite characters to write are James Potter, Rita Skeeter and Bellatrix Black, but I’m open to writing anyone + any ship).

With that said, Harry Potter plots are my kryptonite and I am always down to do any hp plot !!

Anything with Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour ( I’ll write either! ). Just cute things, them being married, domestic stuff.

Also anything with James Potter and Lily Evans. ANYTHING.

A Hogwarts professor plot where two professors fall in love. Maybe they are the heads of two different houses, and are always lowkey bickering?

There are so many fun occupations in the hp universe too? Give me some fun plots with dragon keepers, obliviators, hit wizards, mediwitches, potion makers. Again, anything.

A plot where Ares and Aphrodite walk the Earth and they’re both women and in love (dibs on Ares).

A vampire royalty plot, preferably taking place sometime between 1700 and 1900. The royal family have all been turned into vampires and it’s probably a mess. Lots of drama. Other sub plots could include: Muse A as a vampire, Muse B as a vampire hunter. Or maybe Muse A is the prince/princess from another country and is the one that brings vampirism to Muse B’s court.

A pirates plot where Muse A is a princess runaway, who escapes her life at court to become a pirate on Muse B’s ship. She hides her identity, but Muse B probably catches onto her being a total amateur.

A city witches plot but with gangs. Muse A and B belong to rival witch gangs, and should definitively not be friends. Yet, they feel drawn to each other, and eventually end up hooking up. I think just the idea of witch gangs could be so much fun?

Another city witches plot but loosely based around The Magicians where Muse A and B both practice underground magic. Maybe they get in trouble for it? Or maybe one of them is against the use of underground magic and the other one supports it ( and maybe they are roommates )? ANYTHING.

A plot based in the Harry Potter universe where Muse A and B both work in Hogsmeade. Muse A owns a small bakery, while Muse B works as a bartender / barmaid in one of the pubs. They form a habit of meeting after work and discussing their days and lives, and eventually start falling in love. Little do they know that they are on opposing sides in the war (either first or second).

A plot where Muse A is a news anchor / reporter and Muse B is a police detective. Muse A is always hounding Muse B for the latest story and Muse B is lowkey annoyed ( but Muse A is also really cute, so sometimes Muse B will let something slip ). They kinda always butt heads because of their jobs but deep down they really like each other.

A plot where Muse A and Muse B are actors working on the same tv show, where they play the main and most popular couple. On the screen they have insane chemistry, but behind the scenes, they hate each other and can barely stand being in the same room.

A medieval plot where Muse A is a prince/princess of Country A and Muse B is a prince/princess of Country B. It has been a hard couple of years for both countries, but a union between the families would benefit the economy for them both. Unfortunately, Muse A and B know each other quite well, and can’t stand being in the same room at the same time. But they reluctantly agree to get married anyways, for the greater good.

Another medieval plot where Muse A comes from nothing, but has managed to work their way up the social ranks using only their charm and their looks. Meanwhile, Muse B is the bachelor king/queen who hasn’t settled down yet (rumor has it that they sleep around a lot). Muse A’s plan is to get Muse B to fall in love with them, but Muse B - although enticed by Muse A, is easily distracted. After a while, they become friends, but both want different things from their relationship.

A witch plot where Muse A and Muse B are childhood best friends. Once they reach puberty and pick their paths, Muse A chooses light magic, while Muse B chooses dark magic. They break up due to their differences, but 10-something years later, they both show up for the same job interview and get the same job. Now they have to work together and it’s kinda awkward. Possible subplots could include Muse A being very suspicious of Muse B, Muse B thinking Muse A is way too stuck up / righteous, both becoming a little more grey as they spend more time together.

A ‘The Little Mermaid’ inspired plot where Muse A is a marine biologist who’s studying the coral reefs. Muse B is a mermaid who lives very close to the reefs, and is a little too curious for their own good and often observes Muse A while they are working. One day, Muse A is in trouble and Muse B decides to save Muse A, even though it reveals who and what they are. The rest probably goes along with the original plot of The Little Mermaid?

A Gone Girl inspired plot, based on Nick and Amy’s relationship. Just something really toxic, based on their general backstory.

I want more plots based on the ‘villains before they became the villain’ trope (aka villain origin stories)! Maybe two villains from popular fairytales or Disney movies, before they went evil? We could design our characters and give them a fun backstory that is totally AU? This plot bunny is mostly inspired by Sea Witch and Heartless.

A fairy plot. I’m so in love with fae mythology, the fairy courts, their dynamics and their powers. We could do something loosely based on The Cruel Prince or Wicked Lovely. I’m game for anything!

FCS I CURRENTLY WANT TO PLAY / PLAY AGAINST ( I have no preference when it comes to gender + fc & these are in no particular order !! ) :

Emeraude Toubia • Joe Keery • Zoey Deutch • Jenna Coleman • Melissa Benoist • Lucy Liu • Sarah Shahi • Rosamund Pike • Rachel McAdams • Katie Stevens • Candice Patton • Taron Egerton • Dominic Sherwood • Phoebe Tonkin • Kat McNamara • Natalia Dyer • Melissa Fumero • Matt Daddario • Dave Franco • Diego Luna • Ryan Gosling • Lily James • Virginia Gardner • Gregg Sulkin • Amy Adams • Candice Accola • Avan Jogia • Chris Pine • Chris Evans • Ricky Whittle • Noah Centineo • Amanda Seyfried • Vanessa Morgan • Maddie Petsch • Ryan Destiny.

#plot bunny #1x1 rp #1x1 #1x1 roleplay

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therappundit · 6 years ago

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June 2018 - *PlayLi$t of the Month*

SUMMER IS HERE, AND THE RAP WORLD IS ON FIRE RIGHT NOW.

Where do we begin? Pusha-T vs. Drake, Drake vs. Kanye West, the whole damn world vs. Kanye, Rhymefest vs. Kanye vs. Kim Freakin’ Kardashian, cynical rap fans like myself vs. all of the Kanye stans - and there are numerous other rap skirmishes happening around us (ranging from petty to serious), plus a critically panned A$AP Rocky album, rumors of a new Clipse song - how can anyone keep up!? It’s like the summer heat already has folks going crazy...

As always, The Rap Pundit is going to focus more on the music, because we have a whole lot to be thankful for. There has been so much sensational new music to drop over the last few weeks, so I did my best to try to acknowledge most of my favorite projects that are currently seated high in my rotation (even though, truth be told, I could have dedicated slots 1-7 to DAYTONA, just sayin’).

My soundtrack for June is packing heat like the oven door, so enjoy this extra long, extra ‘eghck!’ edition of the Pundit PlayLi$t...

1. “The Games We Play” - Pusha-T

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j98tczxXKtE

(Some of the best bars on DAYTONA can be found right here. And this Booker T. Averheart sample....sheeeeesh, I might not be a fan of Ye the album, but I am a huge fan of Ye the producer. Pusha-Ton dedicates this one to his core fanbase, declaring DAYTONA the “Purple Tape” for a new generation. Personally I don’t think this project can be compared to the legendary Raekwon album, but I would put this song up against the any song made by anyone else rapping today. And regardless of whether this album turns out to be a classic or not, I can say this with certainty: “The Games We Play” will be a classic rap song.)

2. “Hard Piano” - Pusha-T feat. Rick Ross & Tony Williams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEEAqPMSZqU

(DAYTONA is a relentless smash of a project from start to finish, so ranking each song on the album is more of a 1a, 1b, 1c scenario. Right now I’m vibin’ with “Hard Piano” like it’s “New God flow Pt. 2″. Pusha glides across Kanye’s slick sampling of Charles Wright & Watts 103rd Rhythm Band’s “High As Apple Pie Slice II”, and by the time we get to Rozay’s “this is for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters”, you know that he’s about to bless us with one of the best verses that he’s done in quite some time. He knows that you gotta bar-up when Pusha is in album mode! I don’t know if any other song in Pusha’s catalogue better showcases his “be Sosa not Tony” mentality like “Hard Piano”. DAYTONA should be coming out of speakers everywhere.)

3. “Dostoyevsky” - Black Thought & 9th Wonder feat. Rapsody

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54OUwQA2wQs

(Welcome to 2018, Black Thought “solo” project. No, it’s not the dream solo debut that Black Thought fans have been dreaming about for decades, but it is a highly successful byproduct of Thought’s collaboration with 9th Wonder & The Soul Council. As an EP it’s more of a sterling appetizer than an opus, but rest assured, Streams of Thought, Vol. 1 is a non-stop bar-fest and a feast for the ears. As if five Black Thought songs alone weren’t enough, Rapsody comes through on “Dostoyevsky” and more than holds her own alongside the Roots frontman. Let this EP be further confirmation of the embarrassment of riches that is rap music in 2018.)

4. “If You Know, You Know” - Pusha-T

https://soundcloud.com/pushat/if-you-know-you-know

(Simply one of the best openings I have ever heard on a rap album. The build is perfect, and the beat is vicious. Not the traditional fair that fans associate with Pusha from back in the Clipse era...but remember how different those Neptunes beats once sounded to the traditional hip-hop ear? Kanye clearly considered what made Pusha’s presence so effective on YOGI’s commercial smash “Burial”, and then it dialed up to 11 with “If You Know, You Know”, a rare triumphant rap-EMD hybrid. It’s an attention grabbing intro, a rap star anthem capable of getting any crowd hyped, and the best catchphrase to come out of DAYTONA and into the rap lexicon.)

5. “Leaps” - Rigz

https://soundcloud.com/prodbymichaelangelo/rigz-leaps-prod-by-michaelangelo

(I don’t know much about MichaelAngelo - the producer, that is - but I know I enjoy the limited sample size that I have heard thus far. What I DO know and have known for some time, is that Rigz is one of the dopest MC’s in the game right now. If you haven’t checked out the Rochester native’s catalogue, I highly recommend his mixtapes, but you can also start with this loosie right here. Rigz can flat-out rap.)

6. “Hun43rd” - A$AP Rocky

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cp8sSx06Bds

(This track is gorgeous. The soothing instrumental cruises along as Rocky waxes nostalgic about Harlem. Sure, it’s good stuff, but then the song goes to another level when Devonté Hynes/Blood Orange releases a smooth hook that could easily be mistaken for a sample from an 80′s New Wave band...or maybe a song that would have felt at home on the Batman Returns soundtrack? Yeah I should probably stop before I date myself any further. Anyway, this one is easily a contender for Testing’s strongest track, textbook Rocky right here.)

7. “Come Back Baby” - Pusha-T

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SkMJqlZ6Y0

(Elements of classic Ye can be found all over track #4 on DAYTONA. Three braggadocios verses from Pusha are broken up by a soulful George Jackson sample, and to great effect. As with so many of Pusha-T’s classic tracks, “Come Back Baby” succeeds in making a dangerous lifestyle sound awfully seductive.)

8. “Buck Shots” - A$AP Rocky feat. Smooky MarGielaa & Playboi Carti

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBTeuZhftTY

(If Ryan Gosling and company were to do a sequel to Drive, I could picture him listening to “Buck Shots” during a brooding moment from behind the wheel of his ‘73 Chevy Malibu. To some the “buck shots” repetition might sound grating, but I feel like it really helps take the catchiness of this Kelvin Krash beat into maximum overdrive. The song personifies the emphasis of style over substance on Testing, which works for me in this case because of how well that vibe is reinforced with this album, at least sonically.)

9. “Self Destruction” - Boogie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXNMVRsIeB4

(Is there a non-TDE West Coast rapper better than Boogie right now? I was expecting him to explode right after “Oh My” started to catch heat in 2015, but after a strong appearance on Royce Da 5′9′s Book Of Ryan and a buzz-worthy album on the way, it looks like 2018 might actually be the year for Boogie to ascend to the next level. Want further proof? Check out the feast of rhymes on his trippy new single, “Self Destruction”. The Compton MC’s future is looking very, very bright right now.)

10. “Percs” - Denzel Curry

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7PS4gJe5Y4

(If a scientist took elements of A$AP Rocky, Kendrick Lamar and Chief Keef and stirred them together in a pot, Denzel Curry would be the outcome. It’s refreshing to hear a trap-inspired rapper denounce some of the drugs that are currently frying the brains of his peers, but it does make sense that the message would come from Curry, who seems to be wise beyond his years. I am pretty eager to hear what else lies in store for us on his upcoming album, Ta13oo.)

11. “Ministry” - MIKE

https://mikelikesrap.bandcamp.com/track/ministry-4

(If you’re not familiar with MIKE, now is the perfect time to fix that. His newly released album, Black Soap, confirms that the young NYC rapper follows his own path and has a very bright future. “Ministry” reminds me of the type of subterranean NY rap that we haven’t heard enough of since the Def Jux era.)

12. “Jujitsu” - Tuamie & Henny L.O. feat. Fly Anakin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sp1C09p_XbI&index=9&t=0s&list=PLqD8s2lDRYOtiHUSkTpi6eUe8n9Fs-iDl

(Another month, another incredibly dope project from the Mutant Academy collective. Henny and Fly sound blissful over this sweet Tuamie production, one of many wonderful cuts on their new Emergency Raps, Vol. 2 compilation...one of many projects that got lost in the shuffle of Drake vs. Pusha T hoopla over the past week. Do yourself a favor and add this to your collection right now!)

13. “Sunoco” - Al.Divino & $auce Heist

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMQSBpvZJKo

(WOW, hard NYC rap doesn’t get much better than this crazy new Al.Divino and $auce Heist project! Pretty crazy considering only Heist is from NY, while Divino hails from Massachusetts. I’m really loving the beat on this one, it sounds like a Bjork “Human Behavior” sample but I’m not sure if that’s the case? The whole BENGAL BONE MARROW tape is worth the $40 price tag, it is brutally good.)

14. “Infrared” - Pusha-T

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ytzc6ehAvOM

(Hey have you guys heard this one? Pretty under the radar, yeah I know. Seriously what more can be said about this one.....except that it’s pure FIRE, no matter whose corner you stand in with the Drake-Pusha beef.)

15. “Soul Reaver” - A$AP Ant feat. A$AP Twelvyy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnRFRhv-EGI

(Before A$AP Rocky released his album, A$AP Ant dropped a new album titled Lil Black Jean Jacket. As one of the less heralded members of the A$AP Mob, it’s easy to overlook this project...but you would be making a mistake. To me, this tape succeeds in all of the areas that Playboi Carti’s Die Lit album failed. You won’t find much lyrical depth on Jacket, but you will find catchy flows and hypnotic production. And on “Soul Reaver”, you will also find the best verse on the album, courtesy of Twelvyy. This sleepy gem really goes!)

16. “Long Way” - Benny feat. El Camino

https://soundcloud.com/bennythebutcher1/benny-the-butcher-long-way-ft-el-camino-prod-by-dj-shay

(The loop and Camino’s hook-work gives this joint an old school Dipset aesthetic, while Benny’s bars remind me of prime Beanie Sigel, and I’m loving all of this! “Long Way” is favorite joint off of Benny’s new A Friend Of Ours project, but the whole tape is worth playing front to back.)

17. “Brotha Man” - A$AP Rocky feat. French Montana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYbWAgF02no

(The most soulful song on Testing, and there’s a lot to like here. French Montana channels his best Marvin Gaye impression - there’s a sentence I never thought I would type - and "Brotha Man” also includes some of the album’s finer written moments from Rocky. True to form, his reference to caring more about personal style rather than important social issues is a display of brutal honesty that only adds to the track’s authenticity.)

18. “Hoop Dreamin” - Blueprint feat. Has-Lo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Drv4yESEMFM

(A few weeks back, rapper/producer Blueprint slipped out a brand new project titled Two-Headed Monster, where he explores a number of topics over some beautiful production. The palpable sense of urgency felt on “Hoop Dreamin” makes this cut my favorite off the album, but the whole project warrants more attention.)

19. “Helvetica” - CODENINE & Mr. Rose feat. Milano Constantine, Al.Divino & Estee Nack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AWJEJj3oT8

(Proving that the underground collective swirling around Al.Divino and Estee Nack is one that you need to watch, CODENINE and Mr. Rose’s project is another notch on the team’s belt. “Helvetica” has the feel of one of those classic late 90′s underground hip-hop cyphers.)

20. “Kevlar Tux” - SONNYJIM & Conway feat. Roc Marciano

https://soundcloud.com/sonnyjim01/03-kevlar-tux-ft-roc-marciano?in=sonnyjim01/sets/conway-x-sonnyjim-death-by-misadventure

(I’ve heard chatter suggesting that this SONNYJIM & Conway project wasn’t official? Well this Conway & Roc Marci joint sounded officially dope to me, so it still belongs on this playlist, no doubt.)

*Bonus - Honorable Mention*

“Twofifteen” - Black Thought & 9th Wonder

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgJ434TL-bo

(Black Thought sounds like he is unleashing 25 years of lyrical tenacity on this one, the first of five great tracks off of his project with 9th Wonder & The Soul Council.)

“Onna Gang” - DaBoii (of SOB x RBE)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZ-FTDFkwAM

(The SOB x RBE stand-out showcases his solo skills all over this bouncy head-nodder.)

“Tony Tone” - A$AP Rocky feat. Puff Daddy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6z6oiTirFQ

(Another sharp cut from Rocky’s new album, which seems like it will be under-appreciated for the foreseeable future. The menacing, teeth-grinding beat alone is worth the price of admission.)

“Mob Era” - Tha God Fahim & Jay NiCE feat. Left Lane & Mach-Hommy

https://soundcloud.com/thagodfahim/tha-god-fahim-x-jay-nice-x-left-lane-x-mach-hommy-mob-eraprodby-jlvsn

(JLVSN laced Fahim, Mach and company with a tense little piano loop, and all four MCs deliver. )

“Unknown Worlds” - Planet Asia feat. Montage One

https://planet-asia.bandcamp.com/track/unknown-worlds

(Planet Asia’s second project of 2018 - maybe more, it’s hard to keep track because the guy is a workhorse- Mansa Musa is as strong as all of his previous projects, but there’s a freshness to the samples used on this one that make it one of my favorite PA projects from the last few years. Both West Coast icons kill this one, and Planet Asia deserves the AC Green award for longevity in the game at this point - he may never fall off!)

“NYCHA” - Dave East feat. Nas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsrMVAB3weY

(The soundtrack to Netflix’s Rapture dropped a few weeks back, mostly unnoticed, but it had some strong joints. Perhaps none hotter than this NY-centric Dave East & Nas jam, my favorite collaboration that I have heard from the Mass Appeal duo thus far.)

[ICYMI: Last month’s list below]

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/174009402131/may-2018-playli-t-of-the-month

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snl-imagines · 7 years ago

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Waffle House: Kate McKinnon

Ask: could you do a kate imagine where kate x reader have been friends since high school and they're both on snl together and you finally confess your feelings for her.

A/N: It ends up being about a Waffle House, I’m sorry, I’m so hungry.

Word Count: 896

Warnings: None

“Wow, Kate! You did great! That was the best performance I’ve ever seen!” You praised, beaming at your sweaty, exhausted best friend on the stage as the host (who was Ryan Gosling) gave his end monologue and played the show home. The cast behind him was hugging, which was a tradition after every show. Kate grinned, flashing her signature smile.

“Thanks! You were incredible, and that improv line in the ghost sketch? Oh my god, you had me dying!” She chuckled, giving you a big hug.

“Aw, man, thanks,” you giggled. “I panicked! Alex changed the line, and I had to do something!”

“And something you did,” Kate said, before being pulled into another hug by Cecily and Aidy. You smiled, watching her as the cameras shut off and the audience began to file out. Kate was your best friend, and had been since high school. Kate had always been the best in drama. She was the star, she was the lead, she was the important player in the drama club, and you’d always admired her for that, but lately.. you’d been admiring her for even more than her talents.

Kate was so beautiful. Her wavy hair, her bright smile, her style – it was all so lovely and even if she had just rolled out of bed, she still looked great.

As everyone exited the stage to go back to their respective dressing rooms, complimenting each other and making plans for bars that night or whatever the case may be, you heard her laugh. Her laugh was incredible. Kate was such a social butterfly, despite her not having any social media, yet her laugh attracted everyone to her and brought everyone laughter as well. She was hilarious, and you had never met anyone who didn’t like her. You loved Kate. She was your best friend. She’d always been there for you. She was your idol.

You walked back to your dressing room, putting on the clothes you’d brought to change into and washed your face off from the makeup and sweat from the night’s show.

You’d always planned on telling Kate how much she meant to you. You’d tried, with every birthday gift you gave or get well message you sent. As you scrubbed your face, you decided there was no time like the present.

Just ask her to dinner. Yeah, it’s like, almost one in the morning, but there were 24-hour places open. A Waffle House. You knew there was one right by her apartment. You grabbed your phone and sent a frantic text.

To: Kate

Hey wanna go to grab some food at waffle house??? I’m starving and i can pay for an uber and drop you off at home after if you want??

While you waited, you packed up all your things and right before you had to brace yourself for the crowd of people asking for autographs and photos, you checked your phone. Kate had replied.

From: Kate

Uh yeah I haven’t been to a waffle house in years, I’m in. I’ll meet you outside.

You silently pumped your fists and stashed your phone in your pocket before walking outside where Cecily, Pete, Beck and Kyle were already entertaining fans. You joined the crowd, ordering an Uber quickly as you did so. Kate soon joined you and you hopped into an Uber that was headed for the nearest Waffle House.

“Oh man, Beck was phenomenal tonight,” Kate said, making conversation.

“I know! He was on fire! Beck’s great,” you nodded, thinking about his various sketches. “I’m happy that he’s so into the show. He’s really good at what he does and he’s a great guy.” The conversation continued about the show that night and the two of you shared many laughs. And then, the Waffle House.

The two of you sat in your booth, looking at the one-sided menu. “Y’know.. I think I might get the waffles,” Kate deadpanned.

“No way, I was gonna order the same thing,” you joked back, faking incredulousness.

“Wow, no kidding! What are the chances?”

After your roaring laughter died down in the nearly-empty waffle restaurant, you decided to finally get what was on your chest, well, off your chest.

“Hey, Kate,” you began, setting down your menu and watching her look up from hers.

“Hm?” She asked gently.

“I think you’re really great. Like really, really great. And maybe I’m just super tired, or maybe I’m crazy, I don’t know, but I think you’re the best,” you stated. She had a dorky smile plastered on her face. “And I mean, gosh, you’re so talented, and you’re like, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And you’re so smart,” you rambled. “It’s like you went to Harvard or something. And, I guess, I just want to say thank you for being my best friend and I love you and-“

And then you stopped. You hadn’t meant to go that far, at least, not consciously. Some Freudian would have argued with you in that moment but the only person left to respond was Kate. You were terrified.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Then there was a sweet silence besides the sounds of your breakfasts sizzled behind the wall of the restaurant. Kate made a face like she’d had an epiphany.

“What? What’s that look for?”

“Did you just take me on a 1 A.M. Waffle House date?”

“Oops…?”

((Sorry it’s not as high-school centric as you would’ve probably liked, but I was scared it was so long already oh gosh I hope it was good anyways - ellie))

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