#bc I don't quite feel like we're at that point yet w/ anything we've talked about

[bullsandthebones]

"Mi Amor"

Jake Lockley x Male Reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Warnings: homophobic slurs, reader has a shitty family, threats from jake, homophobic family

heeheheehehehhe hurt/comfort bc I'm sad, also I don't know spanish so there will be very little in here. this is definitely NOT based on my family. not at all. nope. couldn't be. 

I let out a shuddered sigh as I knock on the door in front of me. It opens rather quickly, showing the familiar face of my mother. I force a smile. "Hey mom, how's it going?" She smiles, although it doesn't quite meet her eyes. "I'm doing well sweetheart!" She leads me inside, taking my jacket and putting it on the hook in the hallway. "The boys are in the living room", she says, shooing me off. "I can't believe you guys still do that", I murmur, settling down on the couch. My uncle gives me a tiny nod, obviously uncomfortable about the fact that I even showed up. I feel a dip in the couch next to me, and I look over to see my grandfather. "Hey kid, how's the job hunt going?" I fake another smile, "Going well, I have a couple interviews lined up." He nods, looking as though he doesn't believe me. My other uncle butts in, "Oh yeah? Where? At Walmart?!" My uncle laughs, a couple other guys joining in shortly after. "Ha ha, very funny", I say sarcastically. I could tell he was about to make another comment, but my grandmother shouts, "Boys! Dinner's ready!", from the kitchen. 

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"So, Y/N", my grandpa starts after we've all sat down at the table, "Do you have a girlfriend yet?" My eyes widen. "Yeah! We're looking forward to grandbabies!", my grandma adds in. "Uh, no, I don't.", I say, filling my mouth with food to avoid having to talk. "Well duh, he's a faggot, why would he have a girlfriend?" My mom says this as though it's obvious, and the room goes silent. "Is that true?", that came from one of my aunts, fear in her eyes. "Uh, yeah. I'm gay." More silence. My grandpa sets down his silverware and points towards the door. "Get out, we won't have a fag in this house." I open and close my mouth, looking like a fish out of water. "W-what?", I sputter out. "You heard him, get out!", my mom shouts, everyone else joining in. I get up and grab my jacket, shaking my head as I leave. 

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I slam the door closed, startling my friend from his slumber. "Huh, what? Y/N?", he groans out. I take note of his accent, Jake's in control of the body at the moment. I grunt out a greeting, angrily kicking off my shoes and throwing my jacket onto a chair next to the couch Jake is laying on. "Mm? Y/N what's wrong?", he says, sitting up and patting the spot next to him. I flop down next to him, resting my arms on my knees and putting my head into my hands. "I hate my family.", I groan out. He rubs my back, asking quietly what happened. I relay the events of my family gathering to him, his body tensing not going unnoticed by me. "I'll fucken kill em, every single one.", he declares. I roll my eyes at him, giving him a light shove. " I'm serious! Say the word and they'll be dead by the morning." I sigh, giving him a look. "I can't ask you for that, you know I can't.", I say, patting his thigh, "Besides, that won't help anything. I just wish they accepted me." He grabs my hand, lightly rubbing it with his thumb. "Mi amor, if they won't accept you, then you don't need them." My heart tightens at the nickname he gave me, surely he doesn't know about my crush? I smile at him and quietly tell him thank you. He brings my hand up to his mouth, giving each of my knuckles a kiss. "You are too good for them, too good for any of them" I rest my head on his shoulder, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I cuddle into his side. "Thank you Jake, you're too kind." He chuckles, "Anything for you."

[muchmorethanmachines]

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Her reply comes through an hour later, without the customary emojis, devoid of chatspeak. Entirely formal and completely unlike her.

[Text → Mr Kamski] It’s very nice of you to invite me, Mr Kamski. But reshoots finished last week and I’m not sure that it’s the best idea - I’ve got a lot going on right now. Working with you was an honour and a privilege, and I’d like to thank you again for the opportunity... I felt like there may have been some tension in the beginning but it was an experience I’ll never forget all the same. Perhaps I’ll see you at the premiere? I wish you luck in the future Mr Kamski.