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xoxo-sarah · 4 months ago

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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 13

Part 12 | part 14

↝a/n: You guys can hate Jessica all you want, but she has my heart. Just because she has her moments (especially this chapter) doesn't mean anything... I support women's rights and wrongs. (Kinda joking) Also, three updates back to back is a new record for me. Bro Nancy verbally beats reader up ngl.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: not proofread, possible spoilers, cannon events, angst, fluff???, mean Nancy, kissing, reader having self doubt? And blaming herself for everything possible??, Chrissy mentioned, weird old man makes a cameo, harassment?? Idk, Jessica makes a cameo, not proofread

↝⎙ 8.1.24

This might be the first time you’ve ever stolen an RV from a trailer park. There’s a first for everything, you suppose.

“Fire and Rain” by James Taylor played over the radio.

Steve drove the vehicle/small house, trying to navigate to the War Zone store Eddie has suggested.

The rest of the kids sat in the middle of the RV, opposite of the joined kitchen area. You, Robin, and Dustin sat in the back, sprawled across the couch.

Robin sat up, smacking Dustin on the arm. Cursing, he looked up, confused.

“Get lost.” She pointed toward Eddie.

Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly got up, flopping beside Eddie.

Robin turned her body to you, watching as you picked at your nail beds. A terrible habit you’ve had since you were a child. She cleared her throat, stopping your movement and catching your eye as you looked up. “You okay?” Without missing a beat, you nodded. She knew better. “What happened with Nance-” She tried to reassure you, but you didn’t let her finish.

“Robin,” You sighed, knowing exactly where she was going.

“You shouldn't beat yourself up about it.” She continued, “If you were to ask me about Steve’s favorite song, I’d be blank. And I’m constantly around him.”

“It’s different. She’s my sister.”

“And she’s never told you her favorite song-”

“I never asked.”

She sat in silence for a moment, racking her brain around what to say to make you feel better. “Well, what’s yours?”

“What?”

“Your favorite song-what is it?”

Looking into her eyes, you knew. She wasn’t asking just to get to know you. She knew. You knew that she knew. After a moment of staring into her eyes, you shifted in your seat, reaching into your pocket. Fiddling with the cassette you had stolen from Max's trailer, you couldn't bring yourself to look into her eyes this time around.

“Don’t tell them, please.” You whispered, looking at where Steve and Nancy were in deep conversation at the front.

“How long? The symptoms, I mean.” She bit her lip, bringing her leg under herself to sit on it, turning her body even more toward you.

There wasn’t any sense in lying to her.

“A few days. The nightmares started before-before Chrissy.”

Robin nodded, deep in thought.

“Has he…” She didn’t know how to ask the question. But a newfound hatred bubbled in her stomach

Along with a new fear.

“No. I saw the clock for a split second, but that was it.”

“Time’s up!” Vecna’s voice rang in your head.

“Maybe he’s just using you, like he did Nance.” She offered, but you only shook your head. “No, Robin. It’s different. Nance blames herself for Barb. It’s not only Chrissy that’s bothering me.”

“What is it?”

‘You.’

“There’s just things that I haven't told anybody.”

“You can tell me.” She brought her hand forward, a warmth forming in your stomach as her thumb drew comforting shapes on your arm.

You almost spilled every secret then and there. Her touch was so soft, so warm. Her eyes were so pretty, lips so pink and soft looking. Maybe you stared at her lips too long because they parted, a deep, surprised inhale making you look away, cheeks ablaze. You two sat in silence, until Steve pulled into the parking lot, parking on the side to hide the stolen vehicle with a wanted man hiding in it.

Standing up, you made your way to the front, catching the last bit of Nancy and Steve’s conversation, hearing your name.

“What?”

Steve looked up at you, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Nancy simply scoffed, “We don’t have to tell you everything.” The venom was back in her voice. You weren’t aware of why. She rolled her eyes, standing from her seat.

“I was just asking ‘cause I thought I heard my name.”

“We were just thinking-” Steve tried, his voice lacking the venom that Nancy had.

“You should go home. See how Mom and Dad are doing.”

Steve threw his hands up, giving up trying to help the situation.

“Nancy, we’ve been over this. Plus, it will only make everything worse, since Dustin and the kids ran away. They'll just bombard me with questions.”

“Exactly, you can keep them distracted.”

“But I want to help you guys-”

“Like you did in the Upside Down?”

Your mouth shut, eyes shifting between her own, seeing the hatred. You had tried wrapping your brain around what you had done to her for her to hate you. Nancy Wheeler, always the one to be in charge. Give orders. Make you feel less than, even if she didn’t realize it. How were you supposed to know her favorite song? It's not like she knew yours.

Feeling a stinging sensation behind your eyes, you quickly turned, jumping out of the RV, going into the store.

Swinging the door open, the stale, cold air hits your face. You could imagine this being a hunter’s heaven. Knives, camping tents and gear, guns, survival supplies, and clothes. You weren’t sure what you needed exactly. Something to make a weapon to kill or at least hurt Vecna with. But you walked further into the store, seeing metal cans of kerosene and other flammable things, mostly used to light a fire in the wild. Walking past aisles of weapons like axes, chainsaws, a taxidermy moose, knives, more metal cans, gas, fishing supplies, and hunting supplies.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ in here alone?” A gravelly voice spoke behind you. Turning around, you watched as a middle-aged man smiled, yellow, rotten teeth showing. 25 years worth of smokers lung evident in the shake of his voice.

Before you could vocalize your disgust, a silky voice spoke, “She’s with me.”

A hand touched your arm, a familiar feeling. Newly painted nails glittered in the high fluorescent, Finally, you caught the pair of green eyes.

The guy scoffed, pushing his cart away, probably in search to harass another young girl.

With her confidence, Jessica could make anyone recoil in their seat, rethinking their life decisions. She could always belittle any man who wanted to be a creep. “I Didn’t think this was your scene.”

You glanced down at her outfit, quirking a brow. “Didn’t think it was yours either.” she smiled at that, pushing her hair out of her face.

“I heard about Chrissy.” Her smile was gone, face laced with sympathy. “I’m sorry for your loss. I know how close you guys were.”

“Yeah,” you swallowed hard, glancing at the concrete floor, “Trying to keep myself busy and not think about it.”

“You know that’s not going to end well.”

That was a low blow, and she knew it.

“Y/n-” Steve and Robin swerved the cart into the aisle, freezing when they saw how close the two of you were standing. Jessica looked between you and Robin, before taking a step back. She gave you a sad smile, “When you’re not so scared of admitting who you are, you know where I live.” She said it loud enough for Robin and Steve to hear, leaving you there to deal with their quizzical stare. You were frozen as Jessica strutted away.

“Jason and his goons are here.” Steve broke the silence.

You grabbed the nearest thing that would be of use in fighting Vecna, threw it in the cart, and walked away from the awkward moment.

Steve yanked the door of the RV open, everyone rushing in.

“What happened?” Lucas jumped from his chair, startled.

“We gotta go.” Steve threw Eddie’s jacket back at him, now wearing one he bought in the store, immediately sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Your old friends are here.” Erica rushed in, sitting beside Lucas.

Everyone else packed in, sitting down as Steve started the vehicle, rushing out of the parking lot.

Overstimulated wasn’t the word to describe you right now.

Since getting on the main road, you had all settled back in your original seats. It was silent for a while, no one knowing what to say after everything. Once someone broke the silence, Robin found the perfect time to start talking to you again. “Who, uh, who was that?”

“An old friend.”

“Seemed like more than a friend. Did you-were you two…” She didn’t know how to phrase it. Was it rude to ask? Was it crossing a line? Curiosity killed the cat.

“Yeah,” You finally said, avoiding her eyes. “We were…a thing. I guess.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

Your stomach turned. If you were going to die, you didn’t see any point in keeping secrets anymore. Why spend your last days lying to others and yourself?

It still didn’t change the fact that you were scared of her reaction. What if she considered you to be a gross person simply because of your sexuality?

Chrissy had told you time and time again that Robin wouldn’t be one to judge you. Maybe she saw something you didn't. You hoped she was right.

You were a shell of your old self. Robin noticed it. Nancy noticed it, but opted to focus on the issue at hand: Vecna.

When Chrissy died, a part of you went along with her.

You had moments where the agony wasn't clawing its way up your back, up your neck, causing your throat to hurt as to not sob your heart out. Teasing the boys always put a small smile on your face. It never reached your eyes, Robin had taken note of. The smile that she once found contagious was nowhere in sight. She wanted you to smile again, to laugh, go find joy in the world. Who knows if there will even be a world to find joy in by the time Vecna take his next victim.

Steve parked the RV in a grassy area, away from town. Everyone jumped out of the RV, going to different places in the grass, enough room around each. Thankfully so, as Dustin and Eddie began jumping around with their hand-made weapon of choice.

“Mom is probably worried sick.”

That was the first of the many crude comments Nancy had targeted towards you in the last 35 minutes.

“I'm sure she'll be fine.”

“You shouldn't be here.” You didn't appreciate the snip of her tone, as if talking to you was a waste of breath.

“I'm here to help.” Your voice was calm, almost like you were talking to a wild animal that could pounce any second. But she wasn't an animal, she was your sister. You shouldn't have to be hesitant to talk to her.

“You shouldn't be.”

“Why not?”

She turned quickly, a look in her eyes you couldn't decipher, “Your best friend is dead. She died, and you have not shed a single tear. You don't care enough to help.” Robin's mouth formed a straight line, knowing that wasn't true. She had heard you try to silent your sobs as everyone slept. She knew you didn't sleep at all, guilt eating you alive, no matter how much she tried to reassure you.

Hell, she could tell neither of the Wheeler women had slept, with the evident dark circles under your eyes matched.

Your voice was barely heard, barely even a whisper as you began talking, eyes staring into your sister's, which were full to the brim with anger. “Chrissy,” you looked away from her, staring up at a cloud in the sky, feeling the sting behind your eyes. “Chrissy died a cruel death. The thought that I might have been able to stop it haunts me.” Your eyes met hers again. “You'd surely know the feeling.”

Although your voice was soft, your words weren't. It was as if the wound of losing Barb was reopened and gushing.

“GO HOME!” Nancy stood, huffing, after she had just yelled at the top of her lungs. All eyes were on her as you stood, mouth agape.

She pointed to the RV, “Get your stuff and leave.”

“Nance-” Steve stepped forward, trying to level with her. But she wasn't having it. She turned, stalking off towards where Max stood.

You didn't waste any time, walking the opposite of her, straight into the tiny RV door.

Steve followed Nancy as Robin followed you.

When she entered through the door, you were packing up the bit of clothes and other things you bought at the War Zone store, stuffing everything harshly into the plastic bags.

She walked over to the bag, starting to take everything back out, putting it where it was before.

“What are you doing?” You had stopped putting the stuff that she took out back in, clearly aggravated.

“You can't leave.” She's right, you couldn't leave. Max needed you. Even if Nancy didn't want you to be here.

“I just need fresh air.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

Robin's hands moved to hover over your shoulder. You feared, if she had actually made contact with your skin, you'd disappear right there. “We can walk outside for a minute. Together.”

Oh, goodness' sake.

“You're too nice.” You smiled. Like, actually smiled for the first in what felt like years.

“Only to you.” She returned your smile. It was the first time she'd seen you actually smile in a couple of days. She'd do anything to keep it on your beautiful face.

“I don't know what is going on with Nance.” You whispered, as if Nancy would hear and begin yelling at you again. You sounded exhausted.

“She's just stressed.”

“Yeah, well, we all are.” You tried to be understanding after what had happened with Nancy and Vecna, but you could only take so much. You weren't a punching bag.

She didn't respond, nodding instead. Her eyes slowly trailed your whole face. You were beyond tired.

There were a few moments of pure silence as you two just watched the other. The difference specks in her eyes danced around her iris. Her eyes were so beautiful.

She watched your lips as you began talking again, “she's just so annoyed over every little thing these da-”

Her lips were on yours. They were so soft. So soft. Robin could taste the strawberry chapstick that was only slightly there. It all felt so real.

She jerked back, eyes blown wide.

“Oh my God. I didn't mean to kiss- I mean, I guess I did. But I shouldn't have just went in like that. You were talking-but you're so beautiful and your lips just looked so-”

Her mouth closed as you turned her head towards you with the tips of your fingers. You were almost too scared to touch her any other way that wasn't this gentle. She stared into your eyes, searching for anything-any giveaway that the kiss was a mistake.

“You're beautiful.” You whispered. Her ears reddened as she recalled what it was that she actually said. Truthfully, she hadn't focused or thought about the words coming out of her mouth. You smiled, “Can you kiss me again? Maybe don't pull away this time.”

This was actually happening. The girl you had fancied for so long actually kissed you.

Her eyes crinkled as she bashfully smiled, glancing down at your playful grin. She slowly leaned back into you. Her hands went up to the sides of your face, fingers skimming back and forth on your cheeks. She smiled, noses brushing, before her lips connected to yours.

After a few seconds, she began mumbling through the kiss, not wanting to fully move away to talk clearly. A word or two between each kiss. “I regret” kiss “not” kiss “kissing you” kiss “sooner.” She felt you smile against her lips. Everything felt real again.

Maybe it wasn't the feeling of it being real, but the feeling of the real world not feeling real. The world outside of kissing you was falling apart. She'd much rather have her lips on you. Hopefully, you did too.

“Listen, Y/n-”

You rushed to get away from each other, turning to where the voice came from.

Steve stood, grinning from ear to ear. He turned, calling out before he shut the door. “Finally!”

You chewed on your bottom lip, sitting in awkward silence until Robin broke it, “I owe him twenty bucks.” She sighed, turning back to you.

You plopped in one of the chairs at the tiny dining table, scrubbing at your face with your palm.

She followed your movement, sitting across from you. “What is it?”

Her stomach twisted, her mind racing. Did you regret it? Was the kiss bad?

“Terrible timing.”

“Oh.”

She stared at you, then at your fingernails. The skin around was red and raw, a tale tells sigh that you were anxious. “I think it's going to be fine-”

“Robin, be realistic.”

Her mouth shut in a thin line, not knowing what else to say. It was silent again. It wasn't uncomfortable this time around. The weight was off your chest and it felt amazing. Reaching across the wooden table, she caressed your hand, feeling it relax.

“We're going to try to kill this Vecna creep. And you're not gonna have to worry about him or the headaches or the nightmares,” she trailed off, licking her lips. “ We do need to be safe though."

Letting go of your hand, she reached into the plastic bag, pulling out the Walkman she had found in one of the TV's drawers. You watched as she popped in the cassette you showed her earlier, and handed it to you. “Try to sleep.” She stood, patting your arm before walking towards the door of the RV.

“Chrissy,” Robin turned, watching as you tried to recover from your voice breaking. “She tried to get me to talk to you-tell you how I felt. She never judged me or pushed me to tell you.” Maybe you were trauma dumping, but it was all piling up. You couldn't go another second of holding it all in.

She knew a fraction of what that felt like. Seeing Steve getting strangled by the demobats, it wasn't a nice feeling. She couldn't imagine what actually losing him would be like.

“I just let her go. I let her fight whatever it was alone, I let her deal with her parents alone.”

“You didn't know. You can't fix something you didn't know needed fixing.”

“She showed signs-”

“She tried not to. It's not your fault, y/n.”

“I should've-”

“No.” She walked back over, crouching in front of you," You're not at fault here. Stop thinking you could've stopped it. This just happened out of nowhere, what were you going to do? We still don't know if we can even defeat Vecna. All we can do is try."

Numbly nodding, you stared into her eyes, feeling her wipe the tears that silently cascaded down your cheeks. She leaned forward, lightly pecking your lips. It felt natural, like you've done it for years. You could get used to it. “Take a nap while Dustin isn't yelling about God knows what.”

You watched her walk away, closing the creaky door behind her. Your head fell against the window, headphones over your ears and music playing, as sleep quickly consumed you.

For once, you didn't have a nightmare. You didn't have any dreams, actually. You woke up, refreshed, after not sleeping for a few days. Vecna wasn't in your head. Chrissy's cries weren't ringing in your ears. Your parents weren't yelling at you about how you're a disappointment. It was simply silent.

People like to call that the calm before the storm.

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taylortruther · 11 months ago

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That NYT piece is unhinged, and it will make the Kaylors feel like the New York Times agrees with them. Why can’t they just stan genuinely gay artists, not a woman who has only publicly dated men, and who has said this speculation makes her uncomfortable?

i think it's okay that the ny times wants to post opinion pieces like this - like it or not, taylor's sexual identity is a hot topic and has been one for years now, and the interest around it does speak to our societal concerns!

but i think this article in particular pushes a lot of thoughts that i have to challenge whenever i see them. primarily, that songs about fear or yearning in love are exclusively queer topics, and that a woman couldn't feel specific ways around a man. when it comes to taylor specifically, this article (and many similar ones) neglects to mention that she feels fear and trapped because she's felt hunted (by the media, "hunters with cellphones") every time she leaves the house. she's described men in her life being uncomfortable with her security or being seen with her or associated with her. she explicitly stated multiple times in her music and in miss americana that she found happiness with joe because it was happiness without outside input, and she had to unlearn an entire belief system (that she needed to be good and liked) in order to find security again.

i always understood why queer people saw themselves in her music. because fearing being "found out," needing secrecy, having to hide what you truly mean, is a completely relatable queer experience in a world that is so unfriendly to us. the writer touches on this at the beginning, too, with chely wright saying a huge star would need to come out in order to truly break up the status quo, and by saying that queer readings (even if they're "wrong") are necessary to normalize equality... but i think not diving deeper neglects a critical piece of this discussion. taylor's anxieties about fame and love are necessary to understanding her work, with or without the queer lens.

also, i think it's just glib sexism that makes people think that her tender love songs couldn't be written by a man. i don't know why the author thinks inthaf and hits different can ONLY be about women because nothing in them is gendered. maroon, sure, the line about lips is titillatingly questionable. but some gaylors have also said this about cardigan (men don't dance!), or treacherous (men don't use their hands in sex!), or so it goes (there's definitely not an extremely well-known sex act called a pearl necklace absolutely not) and like... even if taylor was a gold star lesbian, and wrote those songs about women, they still... could easily apply... to one's experiences with men...

idk like i hate this idea that queer people and straight people experience love in completely different ways. YES, societal/historical context changes how we experience the world. but we are still the same species. we still experience heartbreak and yearning and fear and joy and love and peace with people.

#this was rant #hot taykes

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1d1195 · 6 months ago

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oooooooohhhhhh sam you. did. NOT.

both me and harry are so mad at you right now because WHAT ?:?:!/?/?/?- WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST CRIED WHEN I SAW THE DIVIDER AND REALIZED THAT WAS THE END😭😭 (all jokes ofc we all adore you)

OMGGGG THAT WAS SOOOOOO GOOD I CANT😫 meeting her dad and everything he said was adorableee, and, ofc i didn’t like them arguing but it was very realistic !!! and i love how you wrote it bc it is hard to be vulnerable with things like that especially when you’re already stubborn and not someone who opens up😭 and him !!! i knowww that man wanted to cave so bad but he just couldn’t WHICH IS ALSO SOOOO REAL WHEN YOURE SUPER STUBBORN i understood both sides (can you tell how hard headed i am lol)

OK NOOWWWW MY THOUGHTS ON THE PREVIOUS DING PARTS YAY (i’ve been writing them down until i could send this): WHEN HE DIDNT EVEN CARE ABT WINNING HE WAS JUST LOOKING FOR HERRRR OMFGGGG I MELTED (there’s a taylor swift lyric abt this she says: “where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me !!☺️” ITS SO THEM), the way they’re so obsessed with each other they can’t focus on anything ??😫😫😫 i feel so bad MC keeps getting dragged into remembering that shitty date and i am SO interested in her backstory !!!!! THE WAY YOU SET THAT UP ??? I WAS SO INTO IT I NEED TO KNOW RIGHT AWAY OMGGGG just everything you do is perfect honestly thank you SO MUCH for your writing, you have NO idea how much i look forward to it, like seriously when i see that you’ve updated i make SURE i get some alone time so i can enjoy that fic😉

i cannot wait until the next part bc i was def hooked but now im hooked 😭😭

i don’t have much to update on but one of the weddings happened !! it was so much fun getting to see everyone i used to know, lots of people flew in and it was amazing we all kept saying how it felt like old times. i caught ANOTHER cold :(( it came out of nowhere its just a sore throat and stuffy nose but omggg is it annoying, ive never really had bad allergies or anything like that before so idk what this is but its pissing me off😭

howve you been ??? tell me everything i hope you have the best day ever today <3

~🎶

“Me and Harry are so mad at you” that’s so real 🤣

I am also insanely stubborn and hide stuff. I hate being vulnerable. No one has ever let me—including myself. So it was cathartic to write that scene tbh. But I am stubborn through and through for sure.

I love the T-swift analogy. That’s so cute! 💕 they are obsessed with each other at the end of the day. They’re sweet I think 🥰

I feel like recently I have gotten more creative in setting up backstory and showing not telling kind of thing.

Honestly, May has been really rough. I’m kinda struggling. But I’ll be okay. Just a lot at once. That’s great about the wedding. It sounds like a lot of fun! A cold is no good. That’s how I feel rn. I think it might be allergies because it seems to be subsiding already from yesterday.

I hope you have a fantastic rest of your week 💕 can’t wait to hear from you again!

Xoxo

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mountswhore · 3 years ago

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angst request: ‘would you have said yes’ and ‘you have to let me go’

can you base it off the song ‘champagne problems’ by taylor swift? idk maybe y/n didn’t the fame that came with being with mase so she broke up with him on the same night he was gonna propose and a years later they meet again but mason is married and has two kids but he just wanted to ask one question: would you have said yes

who hurt you nonnie because this hurt me

also, if you have an issue with me using the physio x footballer trope, no you don’t 😠

𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 —mason mount

summary: the fame wasn’t for you, but you were everything to mason. even years later.

notes: changing a few things to fit the story better, hope that’s okay :)

Yours and Mason’s story started when you were both 20. You were on an internship at Chelsea, training to become their physiotherapist, and he’d immediately taken a liking to you. Spending more time in your office than on the pitch, it seemed.

Mason was nothing but sweet to you, always offering to buy you lunch, and bringing it down to your office when he knew you were up to your ears in paperwork, texting you non-stop even as you were at home. It was safe to say the man was obsessed with you. But never had the courage to take it any further.

“Just do it,” Ben groaned, covering his eyes with his hands and crouching down, “seeing you stare like a creep is cringing me out.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t act dumb. Ask her out.”

Mason sighed, not even trying to hide that he had the hots for you. He watched as you worked with Jorgi on his ankle, your smile making him smile. What could he lose from asking you out? So, his newfound confidence had ushered him over to you, scratching the back of his neck as he waited for your conversation with Jorgi to be over.

“Don’t go too hard on it tomorrow,” you instructed, standing up and holding a hand out for Jorgi to take, pulling him up, “Mase, what can I do for you?” You were so sweet, your smile had made him lose his train of thought, resulting in you clicking in his face.

“Yeah, sorry,” he spluttered, kicking the ball from his feet as Ben had kicked it to him from afar, “would it be totally unprofessional to ask you out tonight?”

“Yes.”

Mason’s face dropped, being rejected by you was going to sting.

“As you should really be getting some rest for tomorrow’s game,” you finished, Mason breathing a sigh of relief, he didn’t know what he would do if you rejected him, “maybe Monday?”

Mason nodded, letting you run over to Alonso, who was calling you over. And he stood like an idiot; a bashful idiot, as he processed what just happened.

Working for Chelsea, you only got a small amount of exposure. You’d get the occasional follow request from a fan, which you’d never accept, or someone tweeting saying you had their dream career. But you’d never anticipated this much exposure from just being pictured alongside Mason. The fans thought nothing of it, seeing an image of you both in training gear on the pitch. But when someone had pictured you both leaving his car dressed rather nicely, that’s when it all began. The downfall of your relationship.

You’d been dating for a few months now, and you and Mason kept it pretty private. All of your accounts were private. His had to be public. But even then, he only posted you on his stories and not on his feed. People still managed to find your account, requesting to follow you and sending you dm’s. Sure, you didn’t accept the dm requests, but you could see the things they were saying.

‘how does it feel to live my dream?’

‘tell mase i love him’

‘gorg’

These were a few of the nice ones, but there were endless messages of hate and threats directed towards you. It made you sick to your stomach when you accidentally swiped onto them, they made your heart ache.

Mason was aware of the hate you were getting, and there was nothing he could really do apart from delete them from your phone. He’d spend hours during the night, as you slept, scrolling through your dm’s and deleting all of the horrible ones. He’d tell you to stay off your phone, but that could only do so much. He didn’t see the full effect these messages had on you, as you kept it to yourself. You let Mason focus on football, whilst you kept your self-doubts to yourself.

You were almost three years into dating, and for Mason, he was falling more and more in love with you by the day. Whereas you were just about keeping your head above the surface. Mason didn’t know he was losing you to these nasty fans, you kept it all bottled up. You were surprised you kept it hidden so well, nobody had suspected a thing.

Mason was busy buying a ring for you, dragging his mum and sister along to approve of it, but you were sat in your bathroom crying. Scrolling through these messages and hating yourself more and more. It was ruining your life. Mason had planned it out perfectly; he’d shock you with his proposal tonight. But little did he know, he’d be the one shocked. Utterly stunned.

“Ready for tonight, doll?” He asked you, sliding a hand through your freshly straightened hair. You smiled up at him, proving your perfected false smile to him, as he was none the wiser. Tonight you planned on ending it.

You were both on your way to Ben’s, who knew of Mason’s proposal plan, for a movie night. It would be awkward, to just randomly up and leave, the boys would have to comfort a distraught Mason.

“Let’s go.” Mason mumbled into your hair, almost pushing you into the car that evening. At every red light, he’d blush as he felt over the box in his pocket, looking over to see you curled up and facing away from him.

Ben had invited Reece, Kai, Declan, Jesse, Marcus and Jack over, as well as the two of you. So a lot of people were here to either witness their favourite couple agreeing to tie the knot, or break up. You said hello to everyone, making yourself comfortable between Ben and Mason in Ben’s movie room. Mason would share looks with Ben, which made you feel quite uncomfortable. They’d planned on ‘the console breaking’ so the second movie would have to be moved to Ben’s living room, where Mason would be waiting on his knee with the ring.

Throughout the first of the three Fear Street movies, you just wanted to get it over and done with. You kept reminding yourself that leaving Mason would make these fans happier, it would get them off your back. You were willing to do anything to make them stop, even leave someone you loved more than life. You were desperate to get these horrible messages to stop, going to the lengths of breaking off your relationship and moving clubs. It had been in talks for a while, you secretly met with Tuchel to discuss moving to another club, whoever was willing to take you. As you couldn’t see Mason after you’d broken up with him. Tuchel had hesitantly agreed, reaching out to find a spot for you.

“Mase, can I talk to you?” You quietly asked him, tapping his shoulder as he held you tightly. His attention broke from the screen and looked down at you, the same loving grin on his face as always. You led him to the kitchen, somewhere far from the movie room so that they wouldn’t hear. To spare both you and Mason the embarrassment.

“I should’ve done this in a better way,” you sighed, sitting on the stool opposite him and looking down at your intertwined hands, “but I need to do this.”

“Do what?” Mason looked concerned, was this going to mess with his proposal plan?

“I’m breaking up with you, Mase.” You whimpered, tears gathering on your waterline, “I can’t do this anymore, it’s too much for me.”

You got up to leave, but Mason stopped you. He held your hand, he didn’t want to ever let it go. You were looking everywhere but his eyes, and he so desperately wanted you to look at him. He looked down at your bare hand, the hand that was supposed to have a ring on it by the end of tonight.

“What’s too much for you?”

“Your fans.”

You left him there, gathering your things and walking home. He should’ve chased after you, he should’ve fought for you and your relationship, but you wanted it done with.

That was three years ago. You were now comfortable in your physiotherapist position at Man City. It was completely different for you, but you’d made friends here and loved it. Jack knew not to speak of Mason around you, or to ask about that night, so he never did. Mason, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop asking Jack about you. He never thought that he’d be dumped by you and never see you again, hearing of your move to Man City by his manager.

You sneakily kept an eye on Mason, hoping life was great for him. And it seemed that way. He now had a wife, which was quick, but three years can do crazy things to a person. He looked like he had things figured out, so you left your memory and love for Mason in a box under your bed. Holding on to him would he worse. Luckily, the messages cleared out and you were back to the girl who people envied only for her job. You had to move on from Mason in silence and alone, which hurt the most.

Mason kept an eye on you too. He still followed you, hoping to catch a glimmer of your new life through photos and stories that you featured in, praying there was even an ounce of regret in your eyes. He was married, committed to another woman now, so you’d think his chance with you was well and truly over. But it never stopped Mason from wanting it. It was harsh to admit but the day he receives a message from you claiming you miss him or you wish you could go back, he would. He would go back to you, he’d happily divorce and find his way back to you. It was a shallow thing to admit, but it was true.

You never thought you’d see each other again. Until you got the email one day to say you had been called up to be an England physio. You knew Mason always got the call up, he was a star player. So packing to stay at SGP was difficult, remembering his face and his voice all over again, it would reopen the wound. All you could do was act cool, pretend as if you were well and truly over him.

“I can’t believe we get to keep Y/N.” John exclaimed, squeezing you tightly as you reunited with your City boys. Jack, Kyle, John, and Phil were all huddled around you and so ecstatic to have you on their team.

You giggled at the love you were receiving, dragging your suitcase to the side in order to greet them all properly. “I’m glad I’m working with you boys again,” you admitted, ruffling John’s hair as he bent down to you. Your height difference was usually the butt of the jokes at City.

The boys around you exchanged a tense look as you heard a suitcase drag in, the room eerily quiet. Jack tried standing in front of you to block the entrance, to stop you from seeing each other, but it was no use. You pushed past and met eyes with him: Mason Mount.

That was all you could take for one day, quickly grabbing your suitcase and taking it up to the staff rooms. It haunted you for the rest of the evening, knowing you’d be spending the next two weeks alongside Mason. Your ex, the man who was going to propose to you, which you knew nothing about. Sure, he was married so you knew he wouldn’t try anything, but you didn’t know at all how he felt. You just assumed he moved on, because he’s now married to someone else.

You’d received texts from Jack and John, asking if you were okay after seeing Mason. And to be honest, you weren’t. But they couldn’t know that. You moved on, that’s what you wanted them to think. Replying with a brief ‘yeah’, you managed to distract yourself for the evening.

But the next day, you had to be around him. It was pure torture, having to supervise their training and look away every time Mason stared back at you. He wondered how you were, whether your Instagram was just a facade. Were you happier working at City? Were you happier without him?

He’d built himself up for days, to try and say hello at least, but he kept avoiding it. It was torture seeing you laughing and joking with the City boys, even with Reece and Ben, but not him. Never him. You’d barely batted an eye at him.

Five days in and he finally found the confidence to talk to you. It came through his own annoyance, he wondered why he was being such a bitch and was tired of his brain overthinking through the nights he should be sleeping. He’d found you after training, on the steps beside the pitch, writing some notes on your laptop.

“Hey,” he spoke, alerting you of his presence behind you. You quickly turned, giving him a quick smile before shuffling to the edge of the step to let him through. “No, I’m not asking you to move. I wanted to talk.”

“Oh,” he’d caught you completely off guard, making himself comfortable beside you, “what’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you, I haven’t seen you in years.” He mentioned, giggling in disbelief that it had been that long. You still looked and sounded the same as always. “How are things?”

“I’m doing well working at City,” you spoke, a slight disappointment in your tone, “but of course I miss Chelsea, my dad is disappointed I left. What about you? I hear you’re married.” The silence between the pair of you was deafening, you’d do anything to get rid of it.

“Yeah, I guess I’m doing well.” Mason croaked, the mention of his marriage had stunned him. His wife was wary of you and him spending the next few weeks together, and of course he had to remind her that he married her and not you, but that wasn’t what he was thinking to himself. What would his wife think if she knew Mason would leave her in a heartbeat for you?

“I’m sorry for the way things ended,” you admitted, looking down at your now closed laptop and sighing, “breaking up with you at Ben’s house must’ve been embarrassing. I wish things could be different.”

“Me too.”

“Hm?”

“Me too.” He repeated.

You didn’t expect him to repeat it, you thought he’d just brush it off and say something else. But he was confronting the issue head on, something you should’ve done a long time ago. “What do you mean?”

“You know that night you broke up with me,” Mason reminded you, as if you could ever forget it, “I planned on proposing. I had the ring in my pocket the whole night, Ben and I had the perfect plan. And then you broke up with me.”

You were stunned. He was going to propose? He was so head over shoes in love with you that he wanted to marry you, and yet you’d arrived that night wanting to break up. Of course, it wasn’t his fault. It was his fans. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know why you did it.”

You were relieved he understood why you did it, so you never had to explain that his fans were so brutal to you that it felt better for your own mental health to leave him. “It wasn’t you, Mase. It was never you, you’d never given me a reason to leave you. I never wanted to, but your fans, they were so-”

“Would you have said yes?” He asked. You looked back up at him, and he was staring back at you with desperate eyes. You wished you could read them. “If the fans weren’t so horrid, would you have said yes?”

Why did he want your answer? What would it do?

“Why do you want to know, Mase?” You asked, a hand on his arm in concern, little did you know that just this little shock of touch was making him fall more. “You’re married, what would my answer change?”

“I’ll do it.” Mason spoke quietly, hearing the group of boys ready to leave the pitch. “I’ll leave her, I’d do it all over again for you, Y/N.” You shook your head, so confused now.

You couldn’t break up his marriage; as much as you wanted him. As much as you regretted breaking it off with him, he was married now and you weren’t going to ruin that. “No, Mase.”

“Why not? These past few years, all I’ve thought about is you. I married the wrong girl, Y/N. It should’ve been you.”

“Mason.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, please. And then I’ll leave you alone.”

You wanted him, more than anything. If only his fans weren’t so nasty to you. “I can’t, Mason. You’re married. This can’t happen.”

“It doesn’t matter what the fans think. Cassie ignores them all,” Mason pleaded, but it hurt you worse to hear her name, to put a name to a face that you didn’t want to hurt, “I don’t care what the fans think, I want you.”

“You have to let me go, Mase.”

Mason looked defeated, slumped against the side of the stairs. His chance was over, forever. The one thing he wanted, he couldn’t get it back. You just sat there, trying to mask your tears as you hid your face in your hands.

“Would you have said yes?”

You looked back at Mason, who’d repeated his question from before. You couldn’t leave him like this, you needed to give him something. But you didn’t want him to hold out hope.

“Yes,” you spoke, standing up from your spot on the stairs and walking down them, before looking back at your ex, the man you still adored, the man you still wanted, “I would’ve said yes.”

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strxnged · 4 years ago

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-> OIKAWA x GN!READER

[content: angst -> comfort, 2k] [note: idk what happened but we rolling with it.]

synopsis : you'd finally confessed to oikawa & asked him out on a date, on one condition. you'd thought it would be easier to keep his word, but apparently not.

The deal had been that he wouldn't talk about any of his exes all night. You had made him agree that if he felt like being nostalgic he could do it while listening to Taylor Swift on his bathroom floor, not on the two of yours’ first date.

Oikawa Tooru was not very good at keeping deals with you, apparently.

It wasn’t as if you had asked him this for no reason. He always talked to you about his old girlfriends — and his new one, whoever that might be at the time. He always talked about them like they were perfect, but at the end would slip in one thing about them that bothered him. “She blushed a lot.” “He insisted on touching me a lot.” “She reminded me of the last one.”

The problem wasn’t that he told you about them like this — but that you were afraid that he’d continue the cycle, and remind you that this wouldn’t work. You had been taking a big risk, asking your best friend out on a date. Obviously you wouldn’t be able to continue on normally as friends after this. You didn’t want him to start seeing you as he saw his old girlfriends, none of which lasted more than three months. Because if you lost Oikawa because you weren’t careful enough, you would never forgive yourself (or him).

So when, following Oikawa denying your offer to pay and you rather forcefully insisting on splitting it, he mentioned that very few of his exes even offered to pay, and you felt your chest tighten and your lips press into a line.

“Right, thanks,” you said, feeling the hostility come out that you’d been trying to avoid. “I’ll bet they all expected you to pay using the money you don’t have. It’s not like you’re a money machine just because you’re popular or whatever.”

“That’s true, but it’s still our first date,” he countered. “I want to do this much right.”

“You already messed up.” You spoke softly. You wished you’d shut up now.

“How?” He sounded genuinely sorry but he really didn’t seem to have any idea what you were talking about. Man, he’d already forgotten his promise.

“You promised not to talk about your exes or compare me to them. So, yeah. I’d say you’re doing a pretty bad job right now.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, looking very offended. “I’m sorry.”

“It sounded like you meant that I’m not up to your expectations. Listen, Tooru, I’m trying.”

“I know! I am, too!”

“So— don’t talk about them, okay?”

“I can’t just cover up a whole piece of my life for you.”

“Stop comparing me to them.”

“I’m not comparing you to them. I was only saying that—”

At this point, you really didn’t have the patience to even try to understand. He was frustrating you, and you were ready to run out of the restaurant any second. “Whatever. Maybe this was a bad idea.”

His mouth fell open. “What do you want me to say, Y/N? I always talked about them, so why can’t I anymore? It’s not like I still—”

“But I want things to be different,” you interrupted him. “I want things to be different between us, and that starts with what we share with each other.”

Oikawa’s eyes were half-confused, half-stubborn. He didn’t look like he wanted to admit that what he was doing was wrong.

You turned on your heel. He was — this was a bad idea. You’d known it would be from the start, and yet you’d gone on. You shouldn’t have even confessed to him. You shouldn’t have let things changed or wanted them to.

You were out the restaurant door, into the pouring rain. You made it several feet without caring, but soon you realized how much you hated having hair wet from the rain and your clothes and lack of a jacket — you’d left it in the restaurant, of course — were not ideal for this weather. So now, avoiding puddles reflecting the grey of the sky and people walking under umbrellas, you searched for a roof to hide under.

Why you’d felt the need to run, you didn’t know.

Maybe it had been because you knew you were already messing things up, not him.

Maybe it was because you knew he was as disappointed as you were that things weren’t going smoothly.

Maybe — most likely — it was because you were scared he’d change his mind.

You found shelter — a roof sticking out a little at the front of a convenience store — and stood. You shivered slightly as you watched the water drip in loads off the corner, making a loud dribbling noise. You wouldn’t cry. You were too soaked to cry. Your hair was plastered to one side of your face and your shirt was soaked through; you tried to make yourself less uncomfortable as you watched the plethora of cars rush past.

You had been behaving wrong, not him. That was true. Why had you expected things to change between you? After all, it wasn't like you'd acted different the whole time up until now that you were in love with him. If anything, you just wanted to see him and be with him and all his crazy ideas and stupid thoughts.

You just wanted to see him.

Your anger dissolved as you looked out onto the wet streets and falling rain. This was your fault. You shouldn’t have asked Oikawa to filter himself for you when you loved all of him. And you shouldn’t have run off like that. You wanted to solve problems, not create them.

You took out your phone to find several missed messages and calls from him — you’d turned off vibrate and sound because of your date, so you hadn’t seen them until now. You opened your texts with him, about to tell him where you were.

“Y/N!”

You turned to look down the rainy sidewalk, hoping with everything you had that it was Oikawa. You were not disappointed.

“I found you!” He was running closer, water spraying off the top of his brunet head. Had he forgotten his umbrella too? He was such an idiot.

“I’m fine,” you said, although you really wanted to apologize for messing everything up. “Why didn’t you grab an umbrella? It shouldn’t have been that hard to just pick it up on your way out.”

Oikawa, approaching you, frowned slightly and smiled, and then encircled you in a wet but tight embrace. “Look who’s talking. You’re soaked too.”

You didn’t respond, hugging him back. He was such an idiot. He started to unwrap his arms around your shoulders but you tightened your grip. You didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eyes just yet.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and ran off,” you mumbled into his chest. “That was uncalled for.” You wondered if he could hear you over the crashing rain.

“I broke my promise.”

You pursed your lips and looked into his eyes, lifting your hands from him. It was still new to you to hug him like that, and you were a little shy. It’s not like you’d never hugged him before — days where he’d comforted you, his unfairly attractive arms holding you close for hardly long enough. His eyes glinting with pity and determination to make you feel better. Words that should make you feel better, but it wasn’t uncommon that the days you needed comfort were because you didn’t think he’d ever love you back. Not that you’d say anything about that, even now.

“It was a stupid promise,” you said, your eyes falling on his glowing skin that looked awfully soft in the grey lighting. You averted your sight to his neck and your heart sped, thinking about what it might be like to bury your face in. So instead, you looked away.

“It wasn’t a stupid promise. I understand that you want things to be different. I’m just so used to being able to talk about anything with you.”

You looked back at him, heart speeding. He was so attractive. Even when his hair and clothes were sopping. “It was stupid, because I don’t want to become any less of best friends. I forgot that my favourite thing about you other than—” You cut yourself off. Why did you have to suddenly remember how attractive he was right now? “My favourite thing about you,” you began again, “is how we click. I also find you attractive.” You added the last part.

“A lot of people find me attractive,” he observed, and it sounded like he didn’t really have a point.

“Yeah.”

“But you finding me attractive is all that I care about.”

Somehow you had trouble believing this, but you smiled at him anyways. “You don’t have to change how you act with me. I’m sorry I expected you to. I don’t want that. I want to go back to normal.”

“How normal?”

“Happy.”

He paused, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can—” You blinked at him, and then with a burst of courage, wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his face to yours. His hair was wet — but soft, slightly tangled from the weather. Rain was thundering down, but all you could think about was his lips against yours and the way he was kissing you back like he’d waited his whole life for it. His hands were on your waist — no, they were wandering your back, pulling you closer against him; finally you were close to him and he was warm and it lit your insides on fire.

You pulled your lips away so that you could breathe, and an impish grin showed on him. He seemed satisfied. Like he knew he was meant to be right here in this moment and he found it amusing that he hadn’t figured it out for so long. He seemed almost — almost afraid that it wasn’t real.

You felt the same.

You kissed him again, hard. Being close to him like this — it was all you’d wanted. He was all you wanted. Every thought, every insecurity, every smile, every tear. You wanted to see it all. It was all so beautiful to you. He was incredible. He was — Oikawa Tooru. You wished you could express all this in words, but you wanted him to know it, not just hear it.

“Hey,” you whispered, your eyes closed and your face still millimetres from his. You were still slightly out of breath — but three words wouldn’t be too much for you right now. “I love you.”

“Hmm.” He pressed his forehead against yours. You knew that he was smiling when you replied. “I love you too.”

“Just be yourself,” you said. “I love all of you.”

You opened your eyes to see him blushing. You opened your mouth to tease him, but he cut you off.

“Let’s stand in the rain.”

“What?” you said, looking out at the seemingly endless precipitation.

“Let’s stand in the rain together,” he repeated, already leading you into it. “We’re already soaked, aren’t we? And someone forgot their umbrella.”

“Yeah. You did.” And the shower from the sky hit you, sending adrenaline to every tip of your body. You looked over at him to see him smiling with his eyes closed, face tipped back so that the rain hit his cheeks.

Impulsive. Confusing. Beautiful.

He was such an idiot.

AN: IDK BUT IT WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE AND I WANNA STAND IN THE RAIN WITH OIKAWA SO 🤷‍♀️🤷‍

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milkbread420 · 4 years ago

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do you think you could write something(hc, drabble, etc 😂 take your pick) where one of the boys(kuroo or suna(idk if you write for suna) where the reader is “heather”. like the boys have girl best friend that likes them but the boys have a crush on the reader...yk? let’s flip the switch 👀 but only if you want to, no pressure.

Pairings: Kuroo x f!reader, Suna x f!reader

I kinda got carried away and just did all of the above bc I couldn’t pick but I hope this is what you were looking for! :)

(Also sorry this took a while, I’m a little busy, I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you hwbxjowsgoih)

Warnings: Swearing, angst??

Kuroo

Kuroo talks about you all the time

Like so much, that she’s told him to shut up more than a few times.

When she does, he teases her about being jealous.

Little does he know

He has her talk to you, and makes her tell him everything just so he can find out little things about you here and there.

That’s how he’s learned your favorite color, your favorite food, and some of your hobbies.

He would smile and blush as she talked about her conversations with you

Every time she’d die a little inside.

He asks her for advice almost every chance he gets

Definitely cancels his plans with her just to spend more time with you

She wants to hate you so bad

Like so bad

But you’re just so perfect and kind, he absolutely adores you, and she swears that you were made for him.

You even laugh at all of his terrible chemistry jokes.

She used to be the only one.

He always takes her out to buy little gifts for you because he needs “a girl’s input” on what would be a good gift.

“Maybe buy me a gift,”

Girly really hoped you were a passing fad

Secretly hoped you’d reject him and he’d realize that she was the one for him

Life is not ‘You Belong With Me’ by Taylor Swift :

All her hopes are crushed when she sees him kissing you after a game in front of all his teammates

Kenma: Yikes

“Did you see how pretty she looked today?” Kuroo sighed, letting his body collapse onto his bed. The girl sitting upright beside him nodded stiffly, “She’s like an angel or something,” his lips curved upward into a smile, “I can’t believe someone like her even looks in my direction,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “She’s fucking perfect,” “Shut up for a second,” the girl snapped. Kuroo’s eyes shot open and he dragged himself up into a sitting position, “Sorry, it’s just, she’s all you ever talk about anymore, I want to talk about other things to ya’ know,” she huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

Kuroo quirked a brow, sending her a devilish smirk, “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you,” he joked, a boisterous laugh escaping him; she frowned, “Aw come on, I’m just messing with ya’,” She knew that, but without even realizing, he’d struck a chord that shouldn’t have been played, “You think you could do me a solid?”

“Not a liquid or a gas?” She giggled.

Kuroo laughed for just a second, “I’m serious,” he said. She swore he could have heard the shattering of her heart, the Kuroo she knew would never brush off a good science pun; he really did like you.

She swallowed hard, “Yeah what’s up?”

“Well I was thinking you could talk to her for me, you know? Girl to girl or some shit?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck, “It’s just I get all stupid around her, so I was hoping you could help me out,”

“Sure,” The girl replied before he could even really think about it. How pathetic. She thought.

“Thanks, I owe you one,” Kuroo sighed, “How about I set you up with one of the first years on my team?” he smirked, standing up and walking out of his room; she followed close behind, “Have your pick, I’ll put in a good word,” by the time he finished talking, they were standing right next his front door. The girl shot him an inquisitive look, “I told her I’d call her around this time,” he said.

“Oh!” she understood, “Got it! Well, have fun!” he wanted her to leave. “I most certainly will,” he smiled, waving her off as she opened the door for herself.

“See you tomorrow then,”

“Yep,”

“Excuse me, y/n?” the girl tapped your shoulder and you stopped in your tracks, turning to face her, “I’m sorry to bother you on your walk home, it’s just, I was wondering if we could talk? Like get to know each other,” you recognized her from how much time she spent with Kuroo. They were friends, and you knew that, so you jumped at the opportunity to get acquainted with one of his friends.

“Of course!” You said with a kind smile that she was certain you couldn’t have faked, “It would be an honor actually!” you continued, making her want to rip your throat out, but also thank you profusely; she opted for neither, “You’re so cool and collected around Kuroo, I’m a little jealous,” she admitted. If only you knew, she thought to herself. “I wish I could be that way too, but i just get all flustered and red whenever he’s around me,”

She forced a smile onto her face, “Well I’ve known him long enough not to be flustered anymore,” her eyes fell and she recalled all the times he’d made the butterflies in her stomach flutter like nobody’s business.

You giggled and nodded, “You’re so pretty, too!”

The girl almost stopped dead in her tracks, “Thank you,” but you’re perfect.

You smiled and nodded.

“Hey,” Kuroo said, turning around in his desk to look at the girl, “Do you wanna go to the mall with me after school?” She stared blankly for a moment, thinking this might be everything that she’d been waiting for, “It’s y/n’s birthday next week, and I wanna get her something nice,” he said with a lovestruck smile that wasn’t for her.

“Oh!” she nodded, “Yeah, sure!”

“Cool,” Kuroo gave her a thumbs up, “I could use some advice, I don’t really know what girls like,” he shrugged, “Meet me in the schoolyard after our last class,” the girl nodded and he turned back around. She cursed herself for even thinking it could be about her.

After the last bell rang, she stood and waited for him in the schoolyard, more than a little disgruntled by the fact that he was nowhere in sight. She checked the time. It had already been ten minutes since the last class.

“Sorry!” she heard a him holler as he ran towards her, “y/n didn’t have enough for a water at the vending machine, so I went to buy her one from the cafeteria,” he said, panting as he caught his breath.

“It’s fine,” she said, looking down.

Kuroo hesitated, “You okay?”

She smiled, “Yeah,”

“Look, I’ll make it up you okay?” he sighed. Her heart beat faster for just a moment, “I’ll bring you a piece of the cake you like from that bakery,” a smile graced her features, I’m going with y/n tomorrow,” she should have known better.

“You don’t have to,” she shook her head, hoping he’d tell her that he wanted to.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged and started walking.

She stood there for a moment, collecting the pieces of her heart.

“You did great, Kuroo!” the girl said, smiling as the boy chuckled, just barely turning his head to look at her.

“We all did great,” he said, brushing some hair out of his face and turning back to high five his teammates. She smiled and stood there idly as he chattered and messed around with his team.

“Kuroo!” she heard a voice that had become all too familiar, and she immediately noticed the way his ears perked up at the sound of it, his whole body jerking around in the direction it came from; he smiled when he saw you, “You were amazing!” you said, grinning from ear to ear, “You’re so talented!”

He took one of your hands in his, “Thank you,” he smiled, his other hand brushing over your cheek, “I’m glad you could make it,”

The girl watched, fighting back a scorn.

She made it to every single game what the hell was just one in comparison?

The difference, she concluded, was that she simply was not you.

“Hey, who’s the hottie and why have you been hiding her from us?” Yamamoto complained, wiping sweat from his forehead as he shot you a charming smile.

“This is my-” Kuroo coughed, and the girl was almost sick right then and there. Even if just by mistake, he was about to call you his girlfriend, “This is y/n,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist, “And don’t get any ideas,” he huffed. You giggled and flung your arms around him. For a moment he looked taken aback and the girl silently prayed he’d shove you away, but instead, his slender fingers made their way beneath your chin, tilting your head upwards ever so slightly. Your face was red and his was just a few centimeters away from it.

The girl turned away as he kissed you.

It was soft and innocent and filled with so much love she could be sick. His eyes were closed gently, so were yours, and you both looked like you’d found water in the middle of a desert. She wondered how long he’d been waiting to do that, how long he’d wanted to kiss you instead of her.

Kenma blinked, “y/n what is he bribing you with?”

“Nothing,” you laughed, “I really like him, that’s all,”

Kuroo smirked, “I really like you too miss y/n,”

“Gross,”

Kenma took the words right out of her mouth.

___

Suna

When Suna first started talking about you, he didn’t use a name so she thought he was talking about her.

Then he was like “yeah y/n is really something.”

Girl became hella toxic after that

He kinda stops talking about you, because when he does, she’s really mean

Has the AUDACITY to call you toxic

Knows deep down that you’re everything he’s ever wanted and genuinely feels happy for him, but will never say it.

She hates you and she wants you to know it

B word

He always defends you whenever she’s rude which totally pisses her off even more

At one point, mans gets sick and tired of her shit and tells her she can either act like a decent human being or find a new best friend

Girly shut up after that

Reluctantly

He definitely knows that she likes him and he highkey uses it to his advantage because he knows she’d do pretty much anything for him

Including driving you down to one of his away games when you’re out of money for the train.

It’s a very awkward ride.

She’s listening to some shit music

Will not hand you the AUX

He’s really touchy with you after that particular game and she just knows he’s about to do something that’s gonna tick her off

Atsumu also knows she likes him and he’s just like “Lmao, sucks,” cause he also knows the man is about to ask you to be his girlfriend.

When you hold Suna’s hand and he smiles she loses her marbles.

She knows he’s not one for PDA, so when he doesn’t brush you off, it makes her absolutely furious.

He drags you away to a more secluded place

Girl almost screams when she realizes he’s kissing you.

ATSUMU SAYS SOME DUMB SHIT TO HER I JUST KNOW IT

“She’s really a great person,” Suna said, writing in the answers to his homework as he sat with his friend in the school’s library, “She’s smart, and nice, and she’s really pretty,” he continued to move his pen and the girl next to him blushed.

“Really?” she asked, smiling as she got her hopes up, almost certain that he was about to confess his love for her.

“Yeah,” he said simply, “Her name’s y/n, she’s in our english class,”

Her face fell and she swore her heart stopped, “y/n, huh?” she sighed, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, “Never heard of her,”

“That’s too bad,” he said, his eyes not leaving the paper, “She’s really amazing,”

You must have been something if you had Suna praising you so highly. The thought in and of itself made her blood boil with jealousy.

“So do you like, have a crush on her?” she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to know, but her curiosity prevailed.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding softly, finally looking up from his homework.

She nodded and bit the inside of her cheek.

God did she wish she knew who you were, just so she could make your life a living hell.

“Your mascara smudged,” the girl said, rather loud as she tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you, “You should fix it,”

“Oh!”you turned around, face red from embarrassment, “Um, thanks,” Her voice had alerted some of your other classmates as well, making their heads turn towards you.

Suna scowled at his friend as she smiled fakely at you, “It’s okay, y/n, you look fine,” he said, his eyes not moving from the girl. She shrugged and looked down at the assignment on her desk. She heard Suna whisper something to you, but she couldn’t make out what it was, but you giggled. Her fist balled up and she almost snapped the pencil in her hand.

After class he left the room without her, walking with you by his side instead. She frowned and jogged to catch up to the two of you, forcing her way in between you and Suna. He sighed to himself.

“Suna!” she said with a pout, “You didn’t wait for me after class!”

He nodded, “I was gonna walk y/n to her next class,” the girl frowned and then looked over at you, “She’s a big girl, she can walk by herself!” you tilted your head, unable to tell whether or not she was joking.

“You can go Suna, I’m sorry if you felt like you had to or something,” you said, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

“No,” he said waving a hand in front of him, “It’s okay, I enjoy our time together,” the girl grimaced as you smiled at him and he smiled back.

“So how’s y/n?” the girl asked in a venomous tone, looking over at Suna from the other side of her living room sofa.

He shrugged, “She’s good,” the boy visibly tried to retain a smile as he answered.

“Oh what? All of a sudden you don’t wanna talk about her?” she asked, irritated by the shortness of his reply. She should have been happy, glad even that he had finally shut up about you, but she couldn’t help herself from being just a little disappointed that she couldn’t hear any more of his voice. You were all he wanted to talk about after all.

“I don’t feel like listening to you complain about her,” he said, glancing down at his phone and smiling. You must have been messaging him.

The girl folded her arms, “Not my fault she’s ruining our friendship,” she mumbled and looked away.

Suna looked up with confused expression, “She’s ruining our friendship?” he asked with a raised brow, “You’re the one sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,”

She scoffed, “See! She’s got you wrapped around your finger, right where she. wants you! Wake up Rintaro! She’s a manipulative bitch! How many times did you willingly go out to the movies or to the mall before you met her?”

“It’s Suna,” he said in no particular manor, “And join the hurdling team if you’re gonna jump to conclusions,” he grumbled, grabbing his jacket before heading towards her front door,

“Wait!” she hollered.

“What?” he replied, looking bored as ever.

“Look, I’ll stop being so mean to her, okay?” she rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest.

“Okay.” he said simply, letting himself out. The girl wanted to beg him to stay, or even better, she wanted him to want to stay, all on his own with no encouragement from her; but as long as she wasn’t you, it would never be that way.

The girl’s phone rang, just as she was about to leave her house and head to the gym across town where Suna would be playing that afternoon. She let out a disgruntled sigh as she reached for her back pocket, clicking the ‘answer’ button.

“Hey,” it was his voice on the other end, “You’re coming to the game right?” A smile spread across her lips and she silently cheered; that must mean he wanted her there, “Hello?”

“Sorry!” she said, “Yeah, I’m just about to leave, I’ll be there in like twenty minutes,”

“Oh good,” he mumbled, she nodded as if he could see her, “you haven’t left yet,”

A horrible feeling brewed in the pit of her chest, “No,” she really didn’t want to ask, “why?”

She could hear his smile through the phone, “y/n’s out of money for the train I was calling to ask if you could bring her,”

Of course.

“Of course,” she said through her teeth, feigning a cheerful tone, “Send me her address,”

“I just did,” he said.

“Great!” she replied.

“Thanks,” he sighed, “I really want her here,”

“Of course,”

Of course.

It wasn’t her he was looking forward to having cheer him on, it wasn’t her hand he wanted to hold, and it wasn’t her who has stolen his heart, like some thief in the night.

It was you.

The girl arrived at your house around five minutes after the call, she honked a few times to get your attention; she couldn’t have been bothered to go knock, step into the house where you’d probably made out with her best friend a million times.

You tapped lightly on her window to get her attention. She shook herself and unlocked the door, “Thank you so much!” you said as soon as you sat down, “I’m so sorry, I feel so bad making you go out of your way, but thank you, really,”

In truth, her house was actually on the way to the stadium, “Yeah, just don’t expect it to be a routine thing,”

You nodded, “Of course not!” she flashed you a forced smile then turned on the radio. It was some music by an artist you absolutely hated, and she was quick to notice the momentary flash of disdain on your face.

“Do you not like this?” she asked though the answer was quite obvious.

You shook your head politely, “No, it’s alright!” she grinned almost evilly and turned up the volume.

After the game, you and the girl stood together awkwardly, both of you waiting for the same boy to come out of the gym. The doors opened a few moments later and the first person to appear was not Suna, but Atsumu Miya, “Suna, your fanclub’s here,” he chuckled as he continued walking, discreetly tugging the girl’s arm as he brushed past her.

“Hey-!” “Shut up for a second wouldja’?” he said lowly, looking back as Suna approached you, “I know yer’ gonna try some dumb shit, and this is important to Suna, so I needja’ to lay off,” he said.

She frowned, “What are you talking about?”

“He’s gonna make it official with y/n,” he rolled his eyes at how oblivious she was, “jeez are ya’ stupid?”

“He didn’t tell me,” she said with a scowl, “Let me go Atsumu I need to-”

The girl struggled in his grip, but his strength prevailed, “I don’t think so,” he said with a raised brow, “you’ve been causin’ nothin’ but trouble for them,” the setter explained, “so I ain’t lettin’ ‘ya go ‘till he’s done what he wants to do,”

She peeked over the setter’s shoulder and watched as your face turned a dark crimson, one of your shaky hands reaching for his. He didn’t jerk away, hell he didn’t even tense, his entire body just relaxed when your hand made contact with his and it was unlike anything she’d ever seen him do. In all the years she’d known him, all the times she’d touched him, he never once looked the way he did now.

He pulled you away, behind a wall near the bathrooms. Atsumu had finally let go and she quickly followed the path you and Suna had taken. The setter clicked his tongue and followed her to make sure she wouldn’t do anything stupid.

She would have too. Done something stupid that is, if she hadn’t seen the look on his face just before he kissed you; absolute content. It was like you’d made all his other thoughts and feelings just disappear, and she knew that even if she managed to tear them apart and get him to be with her, Suna would always wish she were you.

“I think I’m gonna go now,” she squeaked.

“See ‘ya at the wedding,” Atsumu said snidely.

She silently wondered if he was joking.

Ahh those were so fun to write ;-;

#kuroo x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #anime #hq #kuroo tetsurō #suna rintarou #hq x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #fanfic #anime / manga #suna rintaro x reader

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an-american-teen-against-crime · 4 years ago

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The Nancy Drew Villains: The Good, the Bad, and the Iconic

So here’s the thing, I feel like there are a lot of lame and mediocre villains, but there are also some really good villains and some iconic ones. To quote Megamind, the difference between being a villain and being a super-villain is in the presentation. So I will be going through the villains and organizing them, by who is lame, who makes for a good villain, and who has the aesthetic and presentation down pat.

spoilers for every game of course.

Mitch/Uncle Steve??: Lame. Boring. Where is the villainy? Where is the skill? Mitch wasn’t even around and Uncle Steve was sus as heck. Also Mitch in the remastered literally called and threatened Nancy with his own phone number. Props for the boiler room incident, but thats all you get buddy, you literally murdered a teenager. Like an annoying one but still.

Dwayne Powers: Iconic. Listen. This dude is horrible and honestly really dumb but like the drama??? the presentation??? The letters, the end speech, honestly iconic and some of HeR’s best villain work however RAN was really dumb and very racist so we’re just. yeah. Dwayne you get negative points for that.

Louis: who is he again

no presentation, not even a good plan. He barely did anything. Worse than Mitch and Steve.

Lisa: Not the brightest, her voice is annoying and like. I just don’t care. Lame

Joseph: Listen. He has zero presentation and also messed up but like is legit terrifying to me and him pretending to help us the whole time only to be the bad guy like w o w. Left me shook. Not a super villain but one of the top.

sigh Taylor: no presentation. The cool red hand was Henrik so really Henrik deserves this one also pretty sure Taylor murdered an elderly couple and gave Nancy like 20% of her trauma by locking her in the monolith. I mean that was pretty evil. So maybe like a point for being extra evil. But yeah. idk.

Emily: I mean............... the dogs, complicated but dedicated. But like she didn’t even own it c’mon girl. Rock owning four hellhounds or move over.

Eliot: Honestly the plan was kinda great....but you had legit not a good reason to murder Nancy. Like i feel you still could have gotten an okay sentence but you tried to murder her like three times. No.

Andy: I mean. He had a tight racket going, and was like technically the boss man but like did you see that guy? He ran a whale museum all alone. Like whales are rad but that’s just sad my dude. And for a self-proclaimed whale lover you treated that whale like crap, so negative points. Solid plan, but I’m not putting you on the good villain list because your face bothers me.

Shorty: Legit terrifying and I hate him but like idk i dug the horse plot and hiding out in the ghost town? Great. He’s not a super villain, but like, he’s a good villain.

jane: Iconic. Phenomenal. WOw. Legit terrifying, insanely smart, and her presentation, aesthetic, vibe? immaculate. Truly a super villain at the wee age of twelve like wowwww.

Jane/Marion: Listen. Quite the racket she had going. Like I am legit impressed. Maybe not the best actress but she did great. Not a super villain but def a good one.

Lori: I love this game but Lori sweetie why. Why. Like she’s an interesting character but not a good villain.

Minette: I wanted to write her off because like....it wasn’t even her idea but yakno, points for presentation that mask and the end fight ridiculous as it was, was indeed iconic.

Big Island Mike/Pua: Mike is iconic but not for his villainy, but however I will put him in the iconic category because that’s just what he is.

Yanni: Iconic, no I will not be taking criticism.

Renee: Legit terrifying to me.......jury still out though if she’s a super-villain? I think just a good villain but yeah.

Helena: Iconic. She even has a super-villain name anddddd created an art theft ring like WOW. And Nico deserves to be there too because that mask and costume was his choice and I am very impressed.

Fiona: doesn’t count but honestly props for being iconic with the hair and jet pack. I mean. She was pretty freaky.

Corine: Iconic, wonderful presentation, actual plan was worse than the presentation but still, an icon. Also a super villain name like pop off Corine.

Scott: No. He was a hot mess and honestly get this man some therapy.

Rentaro: hm. I am conflicted. Motivation sucked. Presentation, amazing. But like....not actually a solid villain??? Idk. Just so... upsetting. Negative points for being a dick.

Anja: Again, not the best plan, but revenge? Iconic. The monster? Iconic. Her vow of revenge? Love to see it. Definitely a super villain.

Brenda: Good villain but not a super villain. Zero presentation and like what is that look girl. Just no.

Abdullah: Highkey iconic. Homie thought he was actually Rameses and owned that ish. Good and iconic villain.

Victor: Annoying. Kinda hated him but genuinly terrifying and also murder by tesla coil, like that’s pretty hardcore my guy wow. And I know everyone saw it coming except me but having him show up and then feeling trapped in there with him was really awesome and scary. Super villain level dude, congrats.

Clara: Hm. I mean she’s pretty evil but really no presentation. I feel like she feels very real? Definitely a good villain but not a super one.

Ewan: YOU HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!! YOU WERE A SPY VILLAIN!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO LAME

Kiri: No.

Xenia/Thanos: Wow this whole plot, villain reveal, Xenia’s speech, her mind, her brilliance, the costumes, the presentation, the plot, everything. Amazing. Iconic, truly super villain levels.

Soren: You tried. I do appreciate the axe though. But the sweater man? Really?

Who was the villain for MID? Oh right. Alicia. What a bitch. I hope you eat a piece of moldy bread. Thank you for reading!!!! Please share your thoughts as well.

#nancy drew #clue crew #villains #super villains #villain ranking #nancy drew pc games #herinteractive #iconic

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Billboard #1s 1976

Under the cut.

Bay City Rollers – “Saturday Night” -- January 3, 1976

They prove they can spell Saturday a lot. Anyway, he's going out to dance with his girl on Saturday night. The song is bouncy to a fault -- I feel like the repetitive, samey beat is following one of those balls the mind-controlled kids bounced in A Wrinkle in Time. It sounds like a cheerleading chant. Something to do aerobics to, not to dance to.

C.W. McCall – “Convoy” -- January 10, 1976

So, besides the cb radio fad, 1976 was also the year of the OPEC oil crisis and basically, it seems the reason truckers became folk heroes evading The Man in popular consciousness had its roots in international relations. Anyway, it's a baritone story song, but about truckers instead of cowboys. I like the verse, "Well, we shot the line and we went for broke/ With a thousand screamin' trucks/ An' eleven long-haired Friends o' Jesus/ In a chartreuse micro-bus." It's a silly song with a lot of trucker lingo (or fake trucker lingo, idk), and I don't exactly dislike it, but I'm not gonna listen to it again either.

Barry Manilow – “I Write The Songs” -- January 17, 1976

It's obvious from the first lines "I've been alive forever/ And I wrote the very first songs" that Barry's not singing about himself. It turns out "music" wrote the all the songs. Except that's obnoxious too. People wrote the songs. Also possibly birds, but definitely people. And it's musical goo.

Diana Ross – “Theme From Mahogany (Do You Know Where You’re Going To)” -- January 24, 1976

It's a song about regretting letting an ex go, and probably more. There's a ton of orchestration that sounds like it belongs in a lightweight movie, and Diana Ross doesn't put much emotion into it. It is a thoughtful song, rather than one calling for melodrama, but I would like to hear some emotion here, and I am not getting it. A trifle light as air.

Ohio Players – “Love Rollercoaster” -- January 31, 1976

It's a funk/disco thing. I've listened to it three times trying to get anything from it at all. The lyrics are dumb, asserting love is like this or that amusement park experience. I'd think "love rollercoaster" would be about how there are huge highs and terrifying lows, but it's not. It's horribly repetitive. I guess it's danceable. But I find it dull.

Paul Simon – “50 Ways To Leave Your Lover” -- February 7, 1976

I love how pared down this song is. It's sort of funky, without all the funk orchestration. The simple drums are the main focus. The melody's also simple, without being dull. And the lyrics aren't complex; a woman is encouraging the narrator to leave his official lover for her. "Just get yourself free." But she's doing it so very nicely -- "I wish there were something I could do to make you smile again." Not that the song expects us to believe she or the narrator actually are nice. Or that it's really all that easy to leave your lover. But it doesn't tell you what to think about the situation either. An excellent song.

Rhythm Heritage – “Theme From S.W.A.T.“ -- February 28, 1976

Apparently, there was a TV show about S.W.A.T., and this was its instrumental theme song. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Not a good TV theme either. I looked up 1976 shows, and here are some shows with better TV themes from that year: Charlie's Angels, Alice, M*A*S*H, Happy Days (which surprisingly only hit #5), All in the Family, Barney Miller, Welcome Back Kotter (which hit #1 later), The Jeffersons (that Movin' On Up doesn't seem to have been a hit is shocking), The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Sanford and Son, The Bob Newhart Show... look, all of them. All shows in 1976 that I can find had better theme songs than S.W.A.T., often to a staggering degree. But songs don't reach #1 for being good. Still, usually I can hazard a reason for them. I can't for this one.

The Four Seasons – “December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night)” -- March 13, 1976

It's about the narrator getting laid for the first time. He didn't even know the name of the woman, which completely undercuts anything happy or fun about this song for me, and makes it icky. At least it's not falsetto. I wasn't born when it came out, yet it was overplayed on the oldies stations in the 90s so much that I developed a deep and abiding hatred for it.

Johnnie Taylor – “Disco Lady” -- April 3, 1976

This is a song about disco that isn't a disco song. As such, it confuses me. It's kind of a mild funk/soul song, and it's about how turned on this guy is watching a woman disco. Johnnie Taylor can definitely sing, and I'd like to hear some more traditional soul/jazz stuff from him. This isn't doing it for me.

The Bellamy Brothers – “Let Your Love Flow” -- May 1, 1976

I saw the title and immediately the song shoved itself into my head. It's such a mellow song, but the hook is still monstrous. The song is about how it's the season for love, so grab your lover and "let your love flow." It's one of many 70s songs about sex that sounds like it could be a song about how pretty trees are. It kind of is about how pretty trees are too. I rather like it.

John Sebastian – “Welcome Back” -- May 8, 1976

Welcome Back, Kotter was not on Nick at Nite or WGN or anything else that ran old TV shows when I was watching TV (rather than the internet), so I've never seen it. The theme song lays it all out -- someone moves back to his old neighborhood, where they need him. As TV theme songs go, it's fine. Just fine, though. When "Movin' On Up" and "Love Is All Around" were also theme songs for TV shows in 1976, why this one? The rewards of mediocrity I guess.

The Sylvers – “Boogie Fever” -- May 15, 1976

It's literal. You come in contact with someone who can't stop boogie-ing, and you will catch the Boogie Fever yourself. Listening to the song will certainly make you want to boogie, unless you are immune. A fun dance song, and I wouldn't be surprised if Tik-Tok made it a hit again in the next year.

Wings – “Silly Love Songs” -- May 22, 1976

"Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs / What’s wrong with that?" Nothing. Paul even emphasizes something important in it: "Love isn't silly at all." Still, I can't say it's one of my favorites. I get tired of it about halfway through, and it's a long song. A silly love song shouldn't be nearly 6 minutes long.

Diana Ross – “Love Hangover” -- May 29, 1976

It starts with Diana Ross making sex sounds that I find embarrassing. Then she goes into singing about how she doesn't want to get over "the sweetest love hangover", and a minute and a half in it becomes a disco song. I find the entire thing irritating.

Starland Vocal Band – “Afternoon Delight” -- July 10, 1976

"Afternoon delight" is sex, but these doofuses may as well be singing about tea and scones for all the excitement this song has. It still doesn't deserve the hatred it's gotten. But it's not good either. The number of sexless sex songs in the 70s is just... ugh.

The Manhattans – “Kiss And Say Goodbye” -- July 24, 1976

He has to break up with the person he's been cheating with. It's an achingly sad Philly soul song. It also manages to be way sexier than the vast majority of 70s sex songs. Real emotion (or the ability to fake real emotion) does a lot, as does being able to sing like this. And beautiful backing music. It's so sad, and so good.

Elton John & Kiki Dee – “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” -- August 7, 1976

This song isn't mutual. Elton John's the one who sings "don't go breaking my heart," and Kiki Dee's the one singing "I won't go breaking your heart." It is all and entirely and completely about the male character's feelings. Of course it's an Elton John song so I wouldn't like it anyway, but I really don't like this one, especially because it still gets airplay.

Bee Gees – “You Should Be Dancing” -- September 4, 1976

I hate the Bee Gees. Not on a personal level -- as far as I know they're perfectly decent people -- but their music. And I have a particular hatred for Barry Gibb's voice. His horrible falsetto has caused me immense pain in my life. If I should be dancing, then they need to shut up and sit down and let a band that I can dance to take the stage. As it is, I feel like a dog during the 4th of July; I just want to hide under a bed.

KC & The Sunshine Band – “(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty” -- September 11, 1976

Here's a command to dance that I can get behind. Or that my behind can get behind. Again, a great song for dancing but not for listening to from KC & The Sunshine Band.

Wild Cherry – “Play That Funky Music” -- September 18, 1976

Good for both dancing and listening. How you can listen and not get into that funk groove even when sitting, though, I don't know. Play that funky music till you die.

Walter Murphy & The Big Apple Band – “A Fifth Of Beethoven” -- October 9, 1976

This was the #1 hit the week I was born. It's a good one for me; it's by a guy who loved classical music enough to write contemporary music based on it. Whenever I'm faced with questions about what kind of music is my favorite, my answer is "the good kind." Anyway, this is a fun song.

Rick Dees And His Cast Of Idiots – “Disco Duck (Part 1)” -- October 16, 1976

Billboard used to base their hit songs on calling record stores and asking what was selling. I think that's how this stupid, stupid song reached number one. I think it was a prank by a bunch of stoned college kids who co-ordinated it over cb radio or something. It's about a duck. Who discos. With an obnoxious voice and obnoxious music. It's by a radio dj, and is as painfully unfunny as radio djs usually are.

Chicago – “If You Leave Me Now” -- October 23, 1976

This song makes me have a weird reaction. It gives me the warm, comfortable fuzzies, and makes me want to sleep. That last part might not be too surprising, as it is a soft song, but to me it is very much more than that. I have always had trouble sleeping at night, since birth. My parents hit on putting me into the car and driving around with soft music playing to get me to go lights out. I need to ask them if they played Chicago during that. I can't think of any other reason for my hindbrain association with this szzzzzzz....

Steve Miller Band – “Rock’n Me” -- November 6, 1976

Good bar rock, since it's the Steve Miller Band. Lyrically, it's also more complex than most of its genre. At first, he sings "I got to please my sweet baby, yeah." Then he starts singing about all the places he's been, including "Northern California where the girls are warm." And then "Babe, you know you are a friend of mine/ And you know that it's true/ That all the things that I do/ Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time." Well then. I can totally see @katatty's Duncan Huckleberry singing this song. And getting away with everything. It's a fun song, though (because?) the narrator is likely a dirtbag.

Rod Stewart – “Tonight��s The Night (Gonna Be Alright)” -- November 13, 1976

It's a sex song, and it is hugely skeevy. "Don't deny your man's desire/ You’d be a fool to stop this tide / Spread your wings and let me come inside." No, asshole, cover it up if you want to come near. And how about if you want her, you care something about her desire? This was a huge hit from a huge star, but I have never heard it until now. Ugh. I need to shower, this is gross. Also I hope whoever he's singing to is packing mace.

BEST OF 1976 -- "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover." I don't even think it's an amazing song, just a very good one, but the 1976 #1s don't leave me much to work with. Fleetwood Mac released some singles, but people wanted "Disco Duck" rather than "Over My Head." Tons of great music has survived from 1976, but most of it is not on this list. WORST OF 1976 -- "Tonight's the Night (Gonna Be Alright)". "Disco Duck" is stupid, but it doesn't make my skin crawl.

#billboard number ones

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twiddlebirdlet · 4 years ago

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Inbox Collective Part I

Anonymous said: People are saying we should be happy because Chris looks happy. Looking happy and actually being happy are two different things. Yeah, he’s smiling in those pics but IS he happy? That’s the most important question. He said once before he’s a terrible liar and while I do believe he may have tells, he’s a talented actor, which means he I’m sure he can fake it good enough when be needs to. This is the same man who hid his face while out his fam at Disney now he’s facing the camera? 💁🏾‍♀️ LOL

Anonymous said: I hope whatever Chris is getting out of this arrangement is worth it because he looks like a joke now

Anonymous said: Here’s the thing, I wouldn’t actually mind if they were real. I’d support it and think it’s cute. But everything they’re doing looks fake and staged to the max. You never know, they could be Ben/Ana or Shawn/Camila 2.0 where it seemed fake, but turned out to be real, or Tom Hiddleston/Taylor Swift where it was clearly PR. Only time will tell. However, I do think it’s ironic that Tom/Taylor happened around the time Tom was nominated for a Globe, and won. Chris’ team def wants that Emmy nod.

Anonymous said: JS said in Vulture that he is extremely a private person and here he is doing poses for the paps in the middle of a pandemic lol. I thought MK was the girl who will call paps on them I guess here is Lily lol.

Anonymous said: Niall Horan said if you dont want to be papped you will not be papped. This photo reeks PR stunt. Taylor and Tom already did this back then when he is about to be nominated in emmys 🤣 I guess this one is way worse than Minka.

Anonymous said: you saw video 🤣 !! Backgrid said it was yesterday July 7, not today 😂🤣 DailyM they you left so bad as always 🤣 and they killed your article love in the park with the video 🤣🤣😂

Anonymous said: Srsly. They shouldve brought in the professionals to handle this. Did a table read. "Block the shot (set up up their positions, actions, etc)" at the hotel. Fincher, DuVernay, Joon-hoo. Or maybe Apatow since this and his life is a "big dumb comedy." His words. 😉

Anonymous said: For his next pap walk, I would suggest him making some training and some chemistry test before. Just the looks of him and the actress can sell the stuff for the public (who will not give a second thought after seeing that) but the older stans that will follow him through the years, will see through it quickly.

Anonymous said: Never thought we would reach another low level after JS.

Anonymous said: The fucker always walks like that when he knows he’s being watched. I can’t deal hahahah SO PR 🤣😂

Anonymous said: I could've lived without the video. It was bizarre. The ice cream eating was aggressive lol😂. Idc what anyone says they aren't comfortable around each other. She actively swung out of the way to avoid touching him while walking. They should've built up reporrt before public outings. But I guess Chris' time is limited like they bought his time along with the daily mail package. I feel like this is going to be very t swift hiddleston. He won't ever live it down and when asked insist it was real.

Anonymous said: I wonder how hard they’ll try to sell this crap in the coming weeks/months when it’s obvious that they’re trying so hard right now that they’re massively failing lol

Anonymous said: I kinda got a feeling after Saturdays pap stroll things fell through and after getting dragged for not wearing masks, and that this is damage control and he’s just not that into her. Especially with the watermelon thing paired with the weird body language. Like it seems so, odd.

Anonymous said: To the other anon questioning watermelon talking: Acting is actually quite ridiculous. If you saw hot things look on set, you would not be in awe. Everything is exaggerated and fake. It all comes together in editing. Most of the big actors I’ve seen on set often look quite silly in the moment.

Anonymous said: Biiiitch can you imagine? Lily: *licks ice cream* Hey Chris, watermelon. Chris: *licks ice cream* Haha, watermelon. Anyway all this just truly gets me thinking about if he does one day end up with a girlfriend and keeps it on the down low, is he willing to continue these types of publicity stunts. He has said in interviews that he wants to settle down and have kids but I think if that was something he truly wanted he could find it. I don’t think he’s ready to give up the Hollywood game just yet

Anonymous said: to the anon who said they would find chris and lily saying random words silly- they could be talking about how stupid the fans who buy this are and how many "cute couple"s and" they're adorable together"s they're gonna get after this cringe fest. or maybe she told him how she'd staged this to get rid of the "lily james snorting powder in a park" images that come up first on google search and she's happy he agreed 😏 for whatever reason none of us knows (yet)

Anonymous said: So they not even have a real conversation? Whoa 😲 this show getting worse every minute

Anonymous said: (Diff anon, I’ll use 🔅 as my marker for when I send in) As an actress upcoming in the industry watermelon talking is probs the first thing you learn in scene work if you’re a backdrop/extra/filler. This looks extremely staged and I’ve had training for dealing with paps/how to look and act when paps are around. Also notice how they’re “faced out”. If you’re an actor you know how to face your body outwards towards “the crowd” to get a good shot. They’re sitting to get perfectly photographed.

Anonymous said: I'm pretty sure I read on here or maybe elsewhere "We're not going to find out who his future girlfriend is based on who he follows on Twitter." Well technically I guess that's true :D Also we were dismissive of any chance of him and that athlete because she lives in Canada, and yet he was willing to go to the UK.

Anonymous said: They look like two people who are trying to ACT like they don’t want to be noticed and be all nonchalant but in fact they know the whole purpose of being there is to be noticed. It’s an act, pure and simple.

Anonymous said: The way they are eating their ice cream in saying one word between two licks is so weird! One strick tongue, one word, one strick tongue, one word. First time i see people eat like that. In a normal universe you talk and time to time you eat. You make break between. And are eating them so quickly. And Chris doesn't see to be the kind of man who lay down the grass like that. They are a big joke.

hagarsays said: But also we don’t know what’s happening behind the scenes maybe there is something going on between them we don’t know but saying this whole thing is stage well maybe it is but also what happen if they are dating and they are making it official now I’m not trying to start a fight or anything this is just what o think

Anonymous said: I'm feeling second hand embarrassment from all of this. Even if it seems it's working for his mentions on twitter.

Anonymous said: Me on Monday: Chris, where is 😷; me on wedneday afternoon: Chris, what 😯🤔🙄; me on wednesday night: oh, Chris 😂🤣🙈🤦‍♀️

Anonymous said: Maybe this whole things is the "work" he traveled across the ocean for…

Anonymous said: This is hiddleswift 2.0 😂

Anonymous said: Two PROFESSIONAL actors can’t fake one date. He really think he will be nominated for Emmy? Go back to Concord Youth theatre and learn some lessons how to look like you on a real date.

Anonymous said: For me what sold this as a PR move (no matter whether they get romantically involved with each other for real or not) is not just the fact of the timely pics and vid from BackGrid but usually when celebrities are "unknowingly"/ "unexpectedly" papped almost immediately you find fan pics of their sightings all over the place. But that's not on their case.

Anonymous said: I’m imagining a Ben and Ana situation where we get pap pics of Chris and Lily in Boston and Chris’s niece and nephews are running around with a Lily James cutout 🤣

Anonymous said: celebrities as big as chris and lily have incredibly talented teams... youre telling me BOTH TEAMS were unable to properly hide them from the paparazzi??? nah, they definitely wanted to be seen.

Anonymous said: That video has my DYING😂😂😂 y’all are actors do better😂😂

Anonymous said: At first I was mad at Chris for this shit he made, but after that video I can’t wait for more. THIS IS THE BEST COMEDY SHOW. Chris please don’t stop, give us more material to lost respect for you.

Anonymous said: Something that I always found attractive on Chris is the fact that although he played the PR game, it was subtle and he never looked thirsty. For me, the paps pics used to be a happy occasion to see him. Now he looks... thirsty? Still not on the same level of other celebs but it seems he took the first steps to reach that low. I have nothing to say about Lilly. That is her thing, she is just doing more of the same. And she is definitily not alone on this.

Anonymous said: He might hate having to do this, but he's choosing to, and not even bothering to *try* to look into her. That video made it glaringly clear that it's all pr

Anonymous said: I feel like you don’t want him and lily James to date Idk why

Anonymous said: I’m so sorry but this is not a real relationship. That video and these park pics really did it for me. I can’t stop laughing at this spectacle I feel like this is more Megan for damage control

Anonymous said: that video makes it look so staged even the way they are sitting. Wonder what will be next?

Anonymous said: I think these pics were taken on Saturday the day after. It has been wet in London (good ole British summer) and they would not be sitting on wet grass. Does scream PR. Chris will have to be returning soon to US for his ASP launch unless he zooms from London. Sill can’t believe he would fly over for a hook up it has to be work related as will.

Anonymous said: What’s going to happen if they come out and say they been dating you still not going to believe them you will still think it’s PR

Anonymous said: Also if they wanted this whole thing to be PR they would have started a long time go before DJ came out I really think they are dating like we can never know what happens behind close time

Anonymous said: I don’t even know which parts of that video more funny. That awkward ice cream licking while paps shouting or that awkward walk like two strangers. And some people really think these two are real life prince and princess love story.

Anonymous said: I feel like we are all jumping to conclusions with this whole lily and Chris situation but MAYBE JUST MAYBE they are really dating

Anonymous said: I feel embarrassed for them in these photos. No offense I don’t mean to come off rude. But this is so staged. I thought maybe this was real but a video I’m sorry there was a purpose for this

Anonymous said: There nothing wrong with the video the paparazzi is being so nosey you acting like they are staring at the camera but they are not they are just talking

Anonymous said: They look more interested in their ice creams than each other 🤣. Why didn't Jenny get this treatment? At least Minka got a few pap walks.

Anonymous said: There nothing wrong with the video the paparazzi is being so nosey you acting like they are staring at the camera but they are not they are just talking

Anonymous said: Oh yeaaaah, they seem super natural and in love in that video 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Anonymous said: Is there any possibility that they are genuinely dating/having a fling but are using it for PR at the same time? Or are perhaps just fwb?

Anonymous said: I know this is a weird thought, but her clutching the hotel bag felt like her guilty conscience speaking. If she really had slept with him, she wouldn’t be so desperate to prove it. Maybe I’m wrong, though. He flew all that way, he might as well get something out of it, since he’s killing his reputation. I thought I actually heard a story about him laughing at the TS drama on the avengers set. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Anonymous said: Do you think there’s any possibility they’re just starting out dating or just friends with benefits maybe?

Anonymous said: Someone on Twitter said Lily begins filming something later this month? Hopefully this nonsense won't last for long. He's sort of flushing away his credibility and good will by pulling such stunts when so may people are going through such hardships and tragedy. It's so insensitive and out of touch. Especially if this is all for an Emmy nom. That award belongs to Mark Ruffalo anyway.

Anonymous said: I would pay all my money to see Scott’s reaction watching those pictures from the park. I think he’s second hand embarrassed for his brother. Or maybe Chris will get some lessons how yo look more natural on their next date.

Anonymous said: I agree with you. Celebs can't scream "my privacy", "leave me alone", or "ugh, LA" (as Chris said once in an interview) when they are doing this kind of thing. That are actors and actresses who never used this kind of tool or are rarely papped and manage to have a good career. But maybe those are the more talented, that get screenplays at their doors? Or the ones who truly give a sh*t about fame?

Anonymous said: So we've decided all this PR probably isn't for ASP, and maybe it's for the Emmys, even though it's a long shot he'll be nominated, and he definitely won't win. That's a hell of a lot of hassle to go through. And I still don't get why it was necessary to go to the UK for this when he could've been papped with an American actress. Is it just because it'll be easier to break up with her when the charade is over? Long-distance, conflicting schedules etc.

Anonymous said: First time of his pap walk career I see Chris watching paparazzi. Not one made unintentionally but a few! And in laughing! He never did it with Minka, he lowered his head or acted usually, same with Jenny and their airport pics, just the time to order a taco or get their bags back but now he watches the camera, exposed during maybe one hour?

Anonymous said: I heard that today it is raining in London! people who live there mentioned it !! So maybe these photos were not really from today

Anonymous said: There’s always been something I’ve disliked about Lily, I’m usually really into actresses but with her there’s just something that is off-putting, perhaps cold or clout chasing etc. Do you know what I mean? I can’t exactly put my finger on it but my guesses/feelings/thoughts about famous individuals and people in general usually turn out to be correct without fail.

Anonymous said: I’m a Trevor Noah fan! How do y’all know him and Minka are dating?👀

Anonymous said: Why I want to know is why Chris would do this with Lily of all people, she’s so not his type from what he’s said but he’s also said that that goes out the door when you meet someone. They don’t seem to have anything really in common other than acting? Do they have any shared likes, he’s known for being really politically involved and she doesn’t, he seems a big animal lover but she doesn’t. Anything else you’d like to add? 😂

Anonymous said: Someone needs to create an account like that Ana de armas update account on twitter soon if this keeps going the way it is...

Anonymous said: So I’ve got a really really good intuition/sixth sense it’s actually quite scary. I can usually guess correct on things that happen months before they actually do or pick up on people’s changes etc. I have an uneasy feeling about Chris and Lily together, something doesn’t seem natural or adding up to me.

Anonymous said: I find this whole thing just odd. I think celebrities are so used to being at the forefront of news outlets that with the virus and movements they are doing really desperate things for attention and it’s almost humorous.

Anonymous said: Is it just me or was lily distant like alway looking away , and towards the paps ?

Anonymous said: I guess it’s safe to say this sh**how is going to get worse before it gets better (and less fake?)

Anonymous said: You said : “As for ASP, I don’t think he gives a crap about that at this point.” That’s kind of sad, seeing that he put so much effort into it, maybe that’s we’re all this comes from.

hagarsays said: Wait Chris probably went to London after he did his pre-recorded stuff for variety,deadline and 92y

Anonymous said: If i was chris’ PR, i would def not want this PR stunt to be bc we’re pushing for an emmy nom. Thats just tasteless & not the mark of a “serious” actor like chris wants to be. He made a mistake ignoring the deadline interview (unretweeting) bc it is just one of the few big ways that could get ppl taking him seriously bc it was MATURE. Lowkey weird to be 39 & doing classless PR stunts w/ an actress who isnt down to settle like he seems to want

Anonymous said: US said same thing as dm. I do not confirm the relationship between them again! that leaves me a lot to think about 🤔

Anonymous said: I’m confused. You do think that yes they are a real couple or no they’re not and it’s just PR?

Anonymous said: Def agree with you about ASP. Now it seems like he didn’t even give a shit. Some would think someone who wants to be taken seriously with his political website he would stay lowkey and wouldnt pull a PR bullshit but here we are. I guess Emmy nom is more important. Also guys its not about fans its about general public. The more ppl talk about him the more getting a nod from Emmy. Cuz the award shows need audience and if the ppl they nominate has new ppl interested in them it means more watchers!

Anonymous said: What post did he like that mentioned him? Was this on Twitter? What did the post say? Very confused and speculative rn bc this seems so staged.

Anonymous said: I can't wait till the paps 'accidentally' catch them strolling around Concord 😂

Anonymous said: Is that a new necklace Chris has, the pendant looks bigger than the usual one or is it just me. Also noticed the gold watch 😳

Anonymous said: Reminds me of hiddleswift that relationship started when he was in talks to get a GG. If we get lovey dovey pics i will be on the PR train. plus she has work scheduled for the fall and he’s kind of a homebody and she insta allowed in the country. So I don’t think it will last

Anonymous said: I’m confused about why get a cab to the park. Also it’s friggin cold here ATM. And many showers. Why bother.

Anonymous said: Mood, I'm not sure if it was you that mentioned that some of his friends posted pics on SM attending parties for 4th july. Analyzing all this situation I think that Chris and at least some of his friends can be entitled and irresponsible. He was even more irresponsible.

Anonymous said: This is backfiring on Chris big time. Some of his stans might be kissing his ass, but other people are pissed. The photos made it to ONTD and people are shitting on Chris real hard. And talking about Lily snorting it up in the park the other day IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC. Those photos of Lily barely had any rotation and now people keep bringing them up. This is so stupid. Why would he do this now?

Anonymous said: Also, one last thing: I think this confirms that chris DEFINITELY has a type, and it has nothing to do with brunette hair, her own independence or a great ass. Instead, his type really does seem to be basic, emotionally needy and fame thirsty actress. Like, he's on chick #3 who seems desperately thirsty for media attention. It's a pattern ON HIS PART for sure. I don't think he really cares about privacy so much as he cares about being judged or seen in a negative way.

Anonymous said: all theses pics of Chris made me wonder why we never see any pap pics of him with his family I find a little strange cause they are very close

Anonymous said: It can't be just me that thinks that if the did indeed hook up this weekend or even before (where even is that theory coming from), then they'd at least look more comfortable around each other. Because you'd think the play would've been this park set up first and then the hotel stunt.

Anonymous said: Anyways, I wonder if Jenny is getting married soon? Because as soon as I saw the ice cream pics, my first thought was: oh, I see, so jenny's wedding must be coming up soon... like this is a kind of petty revenge on his part. He's just such a dumbass that he fucked it up by forgetting about the global pandemic. Doh! I may be crazy, but my intuition about stuff like that is very often on point.

Anonymous said: Idk why but i feel like maybe Michelle introduces them since lily and Michelle worked on downton Abby and Chris and Michelle worked on defending Jacobs maybe that’s how they meet or got introduced

Anonymous said: They went to the park so whenever you Google "Lily James Park" you get these pictures w/ Chris instead of the ones of her snorting whatever it was she was snorting the other day.

Anonymous said: Worse than that, wasn't the post actually criticizing/mocking him? So he reads. He's OBVI on board with this, so of course he's checking for or is being informed of it's reception in real-time. His "Old man yells at sky" spiel abt mod tech doesn't jibe w his deleting a couple of tone deaf tweets (months aft his mentions/comments were in shambles), getting "caught" liking/unliking at lightning speed, etc. He reads, he just responds subtly: Dodger content, blue hearts, got snippy in a kids video.

Anonymous said: It still sucks that he did this when people are literally dying due to Covid19. Surely, their meet cute could have waited till things were better? I was supposed to fly to London later this year but can't because I'm not a wealthy white men with an abundance of privilege. It's like they are rubbing their privilege in our noses. Even if this is real, it's a terrible way to begin things. Makes them both look careless and selfish.

Anonymous said: Why do you think Chris went on instagram Was it maybe to see what people thought out him and lily being together Or because he relieds he should of been wearing a mask , and wanting to see how people reacted to that

Anonymous said: What do you think is going on? I’m so confused as to whether they’re genuinely dating and whether they’ve been dating for a while or not, how they’re going to work the relationship- will she move or will he? Is it PR? She’s only been known lately for her Sky Mobile ads so publicity for her, and also the Backgrid stuff

Anonymous said: I think she called the paps at the hotel and now the morning after Chris is doing damage control with mask and ice cream. She is literally holding the hotel bag probably from the night before. To your point no way they would release his hotel

Anonymous said: Plus Lily has been papped multiple times since lockdown began. I don't she has ever been photographed in a mask. So this is a first for her. He obviously told her to wear one.

Anonymous said: I showed other people the pics, including someone NOT in the fandom, and they said it doesn’t look like a couple. It just looks like friends. None of the pics look “cozy”...he’s walking with his hands in his pockets and when his hands are out, they aren’t holding hands. They are just walking and talking like friends. And she looks directly in the camera again. She KNEW paps were there. It’s so staged it’s embarrassing 🤦‍♀️ Why would HE be okay with that? I thought he hated Minka doing that?

Anonymous said: dodger better be pissed about that shitty haircut. if chris was going to break quarantine anyway, what was it all for?

Anonymous said: The fact they went for a masked pap walk today totally shows they or their teams checked their mentions.

Anonymous said: Did they leave the park together in the taxi or just her?

Anonymous said: I guess that the mission was accomplished with the new pics. Anyone who dares to mention that there is still a pandem... STOP BEING JEALOUS!!!! CINAMOON ROLL IS JUST LIVING HIS LIFE! HE DESERVES IT!!! Wait, but he traveled from the country that has more cases... YOU ARE JEALOUS! HE NEVER DOES ANYTHING RIGHT FOR YOU BAD FANS THAT DON'T SUPPORT HIM! STOP! IT WILL HURT HIS FEELINGS!!!! LET ME CUDDLE MY CUTE 39 YEARS OLD BABY!!!!! But now on a serious note, I think I'm finally done with fandoms. Anonymous said: I’m confused about the timeline. The article says Wednesday but people who live in London say the weather is not consistent with the photos. It’s rainy and cold. Who rolls around in wet grass? But why lie about the day?

Anonymous said: Even if it’s not him checking what’s being said about him someone on his team is don’t be naive anon.

Anonymous said: She hasn’t been seen wearing one in public during the day until today...lol they knew to wear one

Anonymous said: Chris is wearing a bandana for dogs.... I was searching it up and yes it is for Dogs and it is the same pattern..... As a fan of taylor swift, this is basically the same with tom hiddlestone. A complete PR one lol. You can even clearly see it🤣🤣🤣

Anonymous said: Even if Chris wasn’t checking his mentions, his team definitely is. They are paid to do do. But he is checking 😉

Anonymous said: usa magazine said the same thing as daily M !! I do not confirm the relationship between them again! that leaves me a lot to think about?

Anonymous said: That fact that once again they are both looking into the camera has me rolling my eyes. You both are actors you are paid to NOT look into cameras🙄

Anonymous said: Times will tell if it's just a hook up or a serious relationship

Anonymous said: Wait did Megan courier that mask to him 😂

Anonymous said: i think chris needs to go home and have a serious think about his action maybe scott and mama evans can talk some sense into him

Anonymous said: it’s so strange that him and seb have this going on at the same time

Anonymous said: Damn. This all could have be done is such a cute and fairy tale way if they waited a little bit. But I guess overall people are liking and we are just a small piece of the internet. But in middle of a pandemic? Really gross for a "woke and political" bae. His privilege is showing.

Anonymous said: I’m sorry Minka dear for calling you the attention seeker who calls paps on you and Chris. I guess this one is the worse Lol.

Anonymous said: If this isn't for the Emmy nom, then I can't comprehend why he's doing this. Many people are saying "Oh, he's been seen too long without a public gf, he needed one." Okay, so why not find an actress in Boston, or NYC, or even L.A.? Do they have any managers or agents in common? This must be some kind of setup.

Anonymous said: What I really don’t get is why anyone is supposed to buy this stuff as real? Considering they live on different continents and in the long run, to paraphrase you a little, neither of them would likely to move. If anything, this doesn’t just look temporary, it looks tawdry and irresponsible. I have zero respect for either of them right now.

Anonymous said: did they leave the hotel only to have ice cream on park?

Anonymous said: There’s a picture of him holding her arm and one of her getting into the taxi. Looks like he followed her into it to me!

Anonymous said: both Chris and Scott have c*ke rumors about them and know he’s with a girl that has been rumored using drugs with a friends on a park what a great combo

Anonymous said: I always thought that fake relationships for PR are tacky, as using real relationships for PR is tacky (IMO). If this is fake, a hook up, or a real relationship in the beggining, being papped this way when he clearly knows how to avoid paps when he wants is tacky and cheap. And in the current moment that the world is, trash.

Anonymous said: The pictures are funny. The whole thing is funny

Anonymous said: This is giving me Bradley Cooper and Suki Waterhouse vibes. Down to the picnic in the park when they were reading Lolita. Also widely known as a PR setup to begin with and with similar star profiles (though Lily is more known than Suki was). At least someone on their staff picked up on the mask criticism. I agree it would be comical if we weren’t in the middle of a damn pandemic. But it very clearly had a distinct PR setup vibe.

Anonymous said: Do you guys noticed his watch? Completely different from what he normally wears. Actually, I think at his daily life, he doesn't wear watches.

Anonymous said: In other pics she’s looking directly at the camera

Anonymous said: I’m dying of cringe. People gave Ana de Armas so much shitty for being “thirsty”, bc you know, Chris is such a private person, but flashforward to July 2020 we have Evans eating ice cream and laying on the grass of a London park with Lily James during a pandemic. Hahahahaha. I honestly thought he could do better.

Anonymous said: It won’t even last lol, she is based in London. And this will end in a few months cuz of “hectic schedule and long distance” LOL.

Anonymous said: And if she was the ONE?

Anonymous said: I don’t know how he would manage a relationship where their in different counties and during a pandemic

Anonymous said: Remember the comments mentioning that there were no pics of Lilly entering the hotel and that maybe she stayed there just for being pictured? I wonder if the hotel bag was an answer for that? If the criticism about the masks were not unnoticed by them, to the point that for the first time she was pictured with a mask, I wonder if all this is answer for those comments and about her being treated as "dirty secret". Not damage control, but a way to control the narrative they want to sell.

Anonymous said: He’s not holding his chest while he laughs. So I don’t believe any of the pictures 😂

Anonymous said: Do u see this relationship lasting ?

Anonymous said: still from all these pictures they haven’t touched

Anonymous said: Is this on par behavior from Chris the last time he had a showmance with the other Lily?

Anonymous said: Something about this whole thing smells fishy. I just can’t put my figure on it. I have a deep feeling that this won’t last very long at all. Maybe even a month. For a new couple, they don’t seem affectionate at all. So weird honestly

Anonymous said: the one thing i can't wrap my head around is why now. I've heard rumors he has a website launch coming up? Maybe? Anybody? It really looks like he went abroad in the middle of a pandemic to see a girl. Sloppy management

Anonymous said: Being seen traveling just for fun during a pandemic shows not great judgement. Just a terrible idea to destroy any legitimacy or goodwill he had right before launching his already problematic and naive political website. Yikes.

Anonymous said: Maybe she watched DJ as Michelle is one of her friend and she sent message and that is the way all this mess started

Anonymous said: If they are dating good for them they make a cute couple but I think they way they have gone about it is not so great.

Anonymous said: I can’t even click the link you posted of the pictures cause that sneak pic I saw while I was scrolling... I cringed so hard 😬 I’m laughing honestly lol. idk if is the fact that he’s (they’re?) eating ice cream (and on a park? )or whatever, it looks so dumb to me lmao this is sending me 😂

Anonymous said: Do you think they’re actually dating then, Chris and Lily???

Anonymous said: Do you think it’s PR or real?

Anonymous said: lmfaooooo what a nice wholesome masked date in the park after being called out for no masks and looking tawdry

Anonymous said: surprise surprise the photos and the publisher are the same again

Anonymous said: Oh my goodness! Tell me he doesn’t pay attention to what’s being said about him. What a poseur. Ironically, the ET report started with celebrities like Tom Hanks stressing how important it is to stay home and wear masks. Chris is such an irresponsible jerk.

Anonymous said: 10+ pictures of them hanging for a while and none of them kissing??? Hmmm, sure Jan. They’re totally dating 🙄🙄

Anonymous said: Also, not to nitpick, but their body language doesn’t scream sex. They apparently slept together the first night, but it doesn’t show here. They should have reversed these pap walks.

Anonymous said: Chris never did that. it sure is PR

Anonymous said: This is looking more and more like the beginning stages of a relationship now. I can’t believe this is pr anymore. It seems to me like he flew to London to be with her and now they’re trying something new. I would hate for her to be the one he settles down with

Anonymous said: How do we know he’s trying to change his image, he seemed fine with how he was as far as it looked like from interviews. Have you read or heard something new about him out there?

______ said: What do you mean by'not friend zoned'? I don't get it.

Anonymous said: another blackgrid and DM exclusive. Why do this PR now?

Anonymous said: This is so staged lol.

Anonymous said: the mask in those new photos just proves he’s had one with him the entire time you wouldn’t get something like that in the uk

Anonymous said: this isn’t that deep. he was prolly there for something, has connections with her friend group, staged a walk, maybe hooked up. I would be surprised if they had been talking and dating for months. this was set up, him and Scott followed her at the same time. To your point zero pics of her inside and with her wandering around outside. Of course that was on purpose. she looks single and happy away from Matt and everyone is talking about Cpt. America & Cinderella. Just backfired and was too messy.

hagarsays said: So now that new pictures came out we can confirm they are dating now??

Anonymous said: anyone want to talk about his account previous username though joshpeck3030

Anonymous said: I’m not sure I buy him auditioning for her film. There’s a hierarchy in Hollywood. Bigger actors are usually offered roles first, and then the film is cast around them. He really hasn’t been the one up for a screen test in a long time. Like I said before, I work in this industry, and there’s a lot of ego. It is entirely possible, just highly unlikely.

Anonymous said: I wonder if we'll actually hear from Chris team closer to the weekend since it will have more impact for the weekend. Even if he was in on the pap walk it's nothing like Seb where both people actually look like they're together.

Anonymous said: What are carly & lisas instagrams? How do ppl know who follows who

Anonymous said: I think another thing to add is the JS said Chris likes to stay home and she would want to travel but he didn’t. He also said that he doesn’t like to travel in and interview. I don’t think that would change in the 2 years he’s been publicly single and 5 months in quarantine

Anonymous said: is it possible ce did some sort of screen test on like zoom or something for the paris trap before he came to the UK? idk about this whole thing. some people think because there are no pictures of lily in the hotel that she just came for the pictures then left after the paps left

Anonymous said: Makes me wonder if theres something wrong with hollywoods “most eligible” bachelors bc they’re single. If normal ppl can find love, they definitely can esp with how much exposure they get to love. Idk 🤒

Anonymous said: That Conversations at Home interview he did was dated 29th June. So he was definitely in the US last Monday.

Anonymous said: I know I'm going to get yelled at for this bc it's pap pics why does Chris look so angry in the last shots where Lily is on the other side of the gate/fence? He's also keeping alot of space from Lily at that point. Even in earlier pics he's not exactly walking next to her. I honestly don't think this was on Chris this time tbh.

Anonymous said: But what if the date was the work? If they’re setting up a long game PR relationship, maybe that’s why he went. If his next film is in London, he’ll be able to follow up with more daily mail stunts. Soon, he’ll have hey fever in the park with her friends.

Anonymous said: But logically if this wasn’t PR, which it is, this relationship would never work. The most i see is a causal summer hookup fling. She just got out of a 5 year relationship, l like JS and she lives across the pond. For someone the before the pandemic spent most of his time in MA I don’t see that changing. And lily is based in London and is an upcoming actress who, if she had to move to the states, would go to LA or NY. Not to mention mama Evans probably won’t like her “hay fever”

Anonymous said: some chris fans are so boring, we always talk about theories on fandom and it never hurt chris before. Sometimes this is entertainment, no one is hurting anyone, but there are some fans who pretend to be naive and love everything Chris does, but hate others like Jenny and Chris ex-girlfriends and are also the same fans who are chasing him on twitter like that episode in which they discovered the topics that chris follows

Anonymous said: Do you think he’s still in the UK or back in Boston?

Anonymous said: Also Lily doesn’t seem like his type whatsoever

_____ said: Also megan REALLY cleaned up chris’ image. She had to do the lord’s work of undoing every single time chris was papped pre marvel & i gotta commend her for that. What a gem, i hope she gets paid $3938383838293

Anonymous said: Two of the three people he followed were Bel Powley and Douglas Booth. He worked with Bel on Lobby Hero, and probably knows Douglas too as he is her boyfriend. Btw, where can you all see his location on IG? It doesn't appear for me at all.

Anonymous said: Do you think Chris is going to get the Emmy nom?

Anonymous said: Do you think there will be any more sightings of Chris and Lily together?

hagarsays said: I agree I truly think he really went there for work or some type of business cause I been his fans since 2016 and till now he only flys somewhere for family vacation or for businesses or movie or work he doesn’t seem the type of person to fly somewhere like London for a date cause that’s stupid THERE HAS TO BE A WORK REASON I can’t think of anything else besides work

Anonymous said: Who is this Gemma person that Chris follows? When was Chris with lily on Friday, I thought the club/taxi/hotel was Saturday?

Anonymous said: the last two were the girl who worked in Lobby hero and her boyfriend !! I already knew them !! And to add the location of Instagram is not so precise, I say it because I follow people and I see that their location is different on Instagram. another example, sebas is in USA but it was seen yesterday in Spain !!

Anonymous said: the last people he followed on instagram are British actors, maybe it’s a project to come

Anonymous said: Do you think Chris and Lily are dating?

Anonymous said: He follows her friends? That’s so weird to do after one date unless they’ve met before. I don’t feel like this is pr anymore

Anonymous said: it's funny, because Sebastian's account is based in the USA and he's in Spain, same with Chris Pratt! Something it’s not right

_____ said: Just going back to if chris is cheap/sleazy irl, i definitely think he used to be sleazy & the residual effect is left. On deuxmoi, ppl talk abt him going to taipei to hook up w ppl (while filming push) & he hooked up when he was in LA last month. (Not slut shaming) but just pointing to the fact that chris doesnt have the steve rogers personality most ppl think

Anonymous said: I can’t stand Lily’s friend Gemma. Don’t know why but there’s just something about her that grates on me.

hagarsays said: I will die of laughter if there a statement from either team saying they aren’t together but they where seen because they might start in a movie together that we don’t know about yet😂😂

Anonymous said: Does anyone from Chris's inner circle apart from Scott and Carly follow Lily on IG? That may be a good indication of whether this is real or PR/hookup or a relationship. Also, it's hard to believe that they started dating before lockdown like that anon claims given that they were on separate continents. Also, she wasn't even in the first batch of people he followed on IG. Wouldn't his gf be one of his first follows?

Anonymous said: I have a friend from England on Twitter and we've all been talking about this. She said the travel quarantine mandate for the US doesn't start until July 10. They have their own separate rules from the EU.

Anonymous said: Twitter is full of mentions of the new beautiful couple alert. People do romanticize everything that involves beautiful people. Even what seems tasteless PR/ booty call during a pandemic.

Anonymous said: I was looking at the pictures from Chris and Lily Collins date and at least they looked like that could be a date. I would be disappointed if Chris and Lily J announces they are dating after those embarrassing pictures trying to enter his hotel from different entrances. They clearly knew they were followed by paparazzi so they can’t denied they were busted. So tacky.

Anonymous said: What I'm trying to figure out is how they would try to play the long game. There are so far no films he would be involved in shooting in the UK. Unless he flies back and forth expeditiously, which once again bad idea, I think even publications would side eye it. The Blast, even though they seem like a fan blog, pointed out fans nonetheless found a discrepancy that this more than likely the first weekend they met. No way a physical relationship has taken place prior. I can't wait to see how they

Anonymous said: 2),because it's going to be flawed and totally dangerous to keep up. Possibly he could still be in the UK but not for long. I don't understand what they thought to accomplish. Unless there is a real relationship but there is too many plot points pointing to this either being new or fake. Like you said he can throw around as many big words as he likes it doesn't make up for the lack of common sense. I truly believe whatever happens next will be pulled out of his ass unless megan orchestrates it.

Anonymous said: I noticed how Chris keeps saying that he doesn't care about how he's perceived in recent interviews. I mean, it's obvious he does, right? He sits and checks his Twitter mentions for god's sake! Do we have any idea about whether he's back home yet?

Anonymous said: “press about skeavy side entrance hookups during a pandemic is quite an image overhaul for the two of them” Why are we still going with the side/back door story? New pics of him inside & she’s nowhere in sight. Maybe she was just standing at the side/back door while she was on the phone arranging her ride out of there or where she was going next, alone, & didn’t need to stand at the front since she wasn’t going inside?

Anonymous said: I hope lilly knows even after Chris is long gone that's all people are going to ask her about. She could win an award and one sentence would be about that the rest about how she dated/hooked up with captain america. If I wanted to be known for something I wouldn't be romantically linked to Chris lol. His captain america image follows him like herpes and attaches to anyone less famous he comes in contact with. Even Scarlett gets asked and she's just a friend.

Anonymous said: I feel like Chris is trying to go for a Clooney/Pitt/DiCaprio image. Sexy bachelor that every woman desires and is a serious actor. He has the superhero thing in common with Clooney😂

Anonymous said: Another question: did he intend his blatant disregard for human life to be showcased as well? Or was that just a fun bonus?

Anonymous said: I was actually wondering about image overhaul, but then why did he spend a year launches political site and trying to look respectable? He wants to play both sides? Also, doesn’t this make the intern hookup seem more plausible now? Poor judgment is his thing

Anonymous said: I wonder if this is his way of casting off the good guy Cap rep Marvel built him, and letting the world know he’s a real Boston douche. I actually remember that I didn’t like him pre-Cap. He used to strike me as annoying. I thought I was wrong about that, but, now….

Anonymous said: Something struck me with those new pics. I know we are making assumptions that maybe she didn't enter but if that was the case, why he was at the lobby of the hotel after entering it? It seems that he is trying to get permission for her, you know what I mean?

Anonymous said: Since as of now there isn’t anything about Chris and lily situation as of now can we move on and talks about anything until we get something new or important to talk about cause we haven’t gotten anything since yesterday😂

Anonymous said: (1/2) Idk what this is but the problem is the WORLD is in the middle of pandemic & he traveled to the UK to party into the night. The same wknd thousands of ppl flooded the streets of London because pubs reopened. If it's a PR stunt, I don't understand it at all because it makes him look privileged & out of touch. Especially w/ this club being an exclusive club for the rich 🙄. I'm just taken aback because he's been maintaining a mature image with ASP & social justice things lately. (2/2) He seemed to wear a mask at the BLM protest & then suddenly he's stunting in LDN in the middle of a pandemic? Right before his website is about to launch? What I do find interesting about the pics is they remind me of the Tom Hiddleston & Elizabeth Olsen pics in London from 2015. And idk how Chris & Lily could have had something this entire quarantine because there are pics of her w/ Matt Smith from May 15, so this would've been a very distant & fast relationship to suddenly have 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anonymous said: so they said was is single? in ET or did they just say same as the articles !!

Anonymous said: I just rewatched the Entertainment Tonight segment and it was mentioned that when Chris and Lily spotted the paps in the cab they decided that Chris would go in one entrance and Lily to a different entrance. It just said there were rumors of them being romantically involved. No mention about reaching out to their PR teams about this. So still don’t know what to think 🤔

Anonymous said: Is there a possibility that Chris knows his ASP endeavor was a waste of time and money and lost likely will be considered a failure? Therefor stepping out with a new woman as a distraction is the easiest way to make people forget (since he is one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors).

_____ said: Is anyone else noticing a sudden influx of articles essentially flushing the daily fail and other articles out mentioning them? I’ve seen 6 so far. 😂

Anonymous said: Someone on deuxmoi say that her friend hookup with Chris when he was in LA recently

Anonymous said: Do you think the ET coverage makes it more likely that it’s PR?

hagarsays said: You think we will every get any confirmation or statement from Chris and lily rumor romance cause every media outlets are taking about it reaching out for comment like I’m surprised they didn’t say anything YET it makes me think they want to people what they want to think

Anonymous said: Why is she walking to the front glass doors in one photo and then walks around more to the back? But the photos of him released today he was inside the glass doors and she was no where seen. Was she already at the back door and when did she take her little stroll to the front and he wasn’t there.

Anonymous said: I wanted to ask after you made that comment about in the past Chris’ team would mention he is still single or dating around if seen with a woman. So my question is since nothing was said from his team could they really be together?

Anonymous said: Just curious, why do you say Chris was never serious about his relationship with Jenny? I wasn’t around then

Anonymous said: They obviously didn’t make out in the cab. That’s really hot and heavy for a hook up. 🙄 Neither showed much emotion or smiles or anticipation. They looked quite bored actually. You’d think they’d get out and laugh about the situation. He looks panicked. This is Chris right?

Anonymous said: What was the PR issued statement with subsequent Minka days (I remember the first one being “she did a number on his head...which should have been a red flag for MK). I don’t remember the other rounds, though

Anonymous said: BBC Series ‘The Pursuit Of Love starring her is set to film late July in Bristol. No male lead has been posted on IMBD. Wondering if that’s why he was in London and getting them papped would sell that story. Wondering if Chris would do a BBC series, also Emily Mortimer is directing and that looks to be her first directing project (what I can see on IMBD)

Anonymous said: Why would a couple who was together want to pretend to not be together knowing the paparazzi was there? Do they get paid for an exclusive scoop so they make an effort to not look official? If they are together why not look happy & go in together? Why the smoke and mirrors? Is this because he’s not committed yet? If he’s dating her he was really rude. Wouldn’t a cute picture be a better win? They could go with couple or friends even work spin. This looks shady esp knowing the cameras were there.

Anonymous said: I was just reading what you said about the Entertainment Tonight segment that if Chris and Lily being together was that he was “still single” or dating around from his team but since they didn’t say anything yet could it be tru they are really together? Just curious

Anonymous said: Are you still thinking this is a stunt

Anonymous said: This whole thing is getting rehashed over&over again&if no new pics come out it'll be just like the other Lily where when they talk about their relationships she will have once been linked to Captain American star Chris Evans. Its same thing with J.S. most gossip sites can't mention her without him&it'll bring up articles with her name when you search him. The funniest thing I've heard about it is that according to ET they went in separate doors cause they spotted the paps.

Anonymous said: Do you think they'll be anymore pics released from that night or is that all of them, also has anyone picked up on the new pics of him or are they not bothering.

Anonymous said: I agree that this was most likely a PR stunt from Lily’s team, but it’s not like she’s completely unknown. She’s def more known and well regarded in the industry than Minka and Jenny. I don’t think she’s necessarily “using his fame” since they both agreed to the stunt. If anything, it maybe benefits both of them for the time being. Lily is well off without Chris’ money and status imo.

Anonymous said: I have a bad chronical hay fever and I... don't put medicine in my nose that way???? Seriously. Do I do it wrong?🤔

Anonymous said: I’m not even sure US Weekly came from Megan. When she puts together something there is sources who are friends etc. Even with Lilly Collins. US weekly seemed to be more on her info than him. What do you think

Anonymous said: So she was photographed sniffing and nothing happened? This is a white privilege, black people are murdered for walking on the streets. is this what Chris wants for him? That kind of privilege?

Anonymous said: Besides him traveling during a pandemic, no masks and whatnot is wrong on so many levels and can’t be defended. Some who follow Chris I think this is so weird as he says one thing and totally does the opposite. He wants a family life and carve pumpkins yet does Pr with Lily who is in Primrose Hill group that all kinda posh and party. It’s just confusing but entertaining 😆

Anonymous said: If it is just PR, why didn’t he pick someone local? Was his entire business in London being papped? He could have taken a page out of Ana and Ben’s book, and been papped in LA. Hell, he could have even photobombed their pap walk with his or date and gotten free coverage.

Anonymous said: I think that maybe we should stop talking about the women he dates or is linked with and start thinking of what them show about him as a person. I'm still waiting to see one that is smart and talented and has her own career, or business, for her own merits. The type of woman that a confident straight man would be proud to have at his side, you know? Maybe those one run away from him?

Anonymous said: "Why does Chris seem to have such bad taste in women?" /// maybe it's because if he was with a good woman she'll call him on his bullshit unlike the circle of yes men/ women he probably prefers and he doesn't want that per say so he retreats to women who enable him and when he gets tired drops them to the side and let's his fans eat them alive, since he almighty can do no wrong in their eyes so whatever happens it must be the women who were never "good" in the first place

Anonymous said: This is like totally random and idk if I’m the only one who thinks about stuff like this lol, but do you ever think about what Chris’ mom and other family member think about this whole lily thing?

Anonymous said: Well non of his inner circle of friends follow her yet so that's something 😂

Anonymous said: Now an anon's friend's cousin's mailman's building maintenance's 3rd grade teacher KNOWS abt this "months-long romance?" Ok. IT DOESNT MATTER if real or pr, new or old --- if they're sooo familiar with each other: 1. Why not stay in his/their luxury hotel and "make out" so to not get 'visibly' caught by anons, and 2. Why not arrange for her visit/stay at the hotel BEFORE even coming to the UK, let alone while on the cab ride after CLEARLY being pap'd, if they've been "courting" so long???? Mess.

Anonymous said: I can't imagine this English rose in Chris Boston friends circle if they actually a thing. Jenny and Minka fitted there and It looked like they were friends with his buddies wife's/girlfriends. At least at those moments they dated Chris. Lily is too posh and to immature for Chris friends. But this is just my opinion.

Anonymous said: Do you think they’ll continue or will it be swept away like Lily Collins?

Anonymous said: I know it’s impossible to say at this point, but how long do you think a PR showmance like this will last? He’s obviously done it before but I wasn’t very active in the fandom then.

Anonymous said: “classy isn’t her signature pap stroll” 🤣 i love you 😘 😂 Chris really likes cheap girls.

Anonymous said: Does Chris just not care about his image? Why would he be okay with PR/pap pics that make it look like he was having some cheap prostitute sneaking in his hotel? This could have been done so much better without it making it look like either one of them is trash. Why does he wanna look like trash?

Anonymous said: LOL Last time I checked you don’t blow your nose not with a slender piece of paper that looks like you are snorting something. Keep it classy Chris Evans. Keeping it classy.

Anonymous said: Talking of not a good look, your jealousy is coming through as hatred. I think you need to back away from the fandom

Anonymous said: Maybe this is his new image. He’s put out stories twice now about dating around. Maybe implied promiscuity wasn’t enough. He wants us to really know he sleeps around and to get used to seeing him do it, perhaps? Or he genuinely likes her and she’s allowing him to reveal his inner sleaze bag?

Anonymous said: Huuum... Minka now looks classier than her. Lol

Anonymous said: Also to note both Chris and Sebastian are signed to CAA. Stan signed with them on late may and now is going yatching to Ibiza with a foreign women that curiously has the right passport to enter the country. Chris and James looking straight at the paps. Both couples photographed by Backgrid. 👀

Anonymous said: Sebastian was seen with a fan there picture on twitter and he not wearing a mask he been see 3 times with no mask in Ibiza and Chris was only see with no mask once in London😂😂😂

Anonymous said: If they do have some kind of relationship, this might actually work, since he’s shown here he’s willing to ridiculous pap stunts. He didn’t do those for Minka and Jenny.

Anonymous said: Well since people are busting their chops. I think there is 3 options going forward. They double down on their ignorance (if they do hopefully they adhere to safety standards next time), he let's it fade away with no further mention, or the unlikely option his team releases a statement apologizing for the lack of safety/denying or confirming their relationship. Either way nobody but us is taking particular interest anymore. It was a flop.

Anonymous said: If you guys though Chris was worse look at Sebastian he was just seen taking a picture with a fan and wearing no mask and him and his GF was seen with no mask and while Chris didn’t take pictures with fans and wasn’t seen with lily at all since Saturday

Anonymous said: So is the new image supposed to make him look like a jerk? I don’t buy the new image thing. We’ve seen him where it looks genuine being polite to women. This group of pics just looks strange; he looks not very impressed and she looks like she has a chip on her shoulder.

Anonymous said: He went from 4.5 to 4.6 million followers on insta and 120 tweet per day to 1120 per hour. People are taking and this stunt worked. And like you said not money shot of her IN the hotel. My money is on that she is still with Matt but her team is going to play it like he got jealous of her male attention and came crawling back.

Anonymous said: Also-he was so in and out of London. Like what in Thursday/Friday out Sunday...if you were seeing a girl...you are flying to London for more than 72 hours.

Anonymous said: Now an anon's friend's cousin's mailman's building maintenance's 3rd grade teacher KNOWS abt this "months-long romance?" Ok. IT DOESNT MATTER if real or pr, new or old --- if they're sooo familiar with each other: 1. Why not stay in his/their luxury hotel and "make out" so to not get 'visibly' caught by anons, and 2. Why not arrange for her visit/stay at the hotel BEFORE even coming to the UK, let alone while in the cab ride after CLEARLY being pap'd, if they've been "courting" so long???? Mess.

Anonymous said: A showrunner from a TV show I follow resumes filming today in London. She has been isolating there for the last two weeks and posting discussing her quarantine. It wasn’t required since she was there to film. She did it because she has common sense and cares about people’s health. It’s really not too much to ask of people.

Anonymous said: I don't know if really his like was real? I say this because What a coincidence he like tweet of black Raven? a very critical account about him !! If there are screenshots of Chris's Twitter account on his likes, I will believe it !!

Anonymous said: The new pics make it worse for me simply because it shows him inside, close to staff, with disregard for masks. As someone else said, just because it isn’t required there doesn’t make it better. He’s a news watching American. He knows what the guidelines are. Him looking at the camera and her possibly not going in just makes this whole stunt even more stupid. It was irresponsible. Period.

Anonymous said: My head are spinning from all the theories I read about those pictures. Are they dating, are they doing this for pr, maybe Chris didn't knew about paparazzi, maybe she's already moving with him to Boston... oh boy 🤕

Anonymous said: This whole thing makes no sense. He stands inside while lilly walks around outside. The like makes no sense, but that was an accident I assume. Which makes me believe he's going through his mentions and knows people are pissed about the masks. If this is bad pr they should stop while they're ahead. If they're dating good for them keep it to themselves cause people are already doubting this crap. This thing is unbelievable and ridiculous, you're right he's not as smart as he seems so probably 2) Anonymous said: had a significant role in this. Maybe he does believe he needs the pr. Also I wouldn't believe anything an anon source says is from someone close to them. If they want this bs official they'll leak it to us weekly or some other junkie outlet they're dating. I think they're testing the waters with this pr stunt to see how much they can milk attention. I'm disappointed in Chris for even thinking this is acceptable.

Anonymous said: Yikes. He's gotta be as dumb as a box of rocks if he knew about the paps and still thought her going in the back way was a good idea. He's really not that smart (I think people play up his intelligence a lot), but with how tightly he's kept his private life shut down since Jenny, I find this to be strange, to say the least.

Anonymous said: I don't know if really his like was real? I say this because what a coincidence he like tweet of black Raven? a very critical account about him !! If there are screenshots of Chris's Twitter account on his likes, I will believe it !!

Anonymous said: The fact that he’s looking at his mentions just confirms my feelings of If being fake🤷‍♀️

Anonymous said: For me his behaviour this weekend was way worse than homewrecking a marriage, which affected few people. I didn't come back to the fandom after JS with the same energy I had before. Maybe this is what I need to leave. I never thought he was perfect or incapable of doing mistakes. But there are too many information out there right now about the virus. This left me with a taste of arrogance from his part.

Anonymous said: So we have money shots of him in the hotel but not her 🤔 but DM is the UK TMZ they are sleazy. They would have not problem waiting around for her to go in and leave his hotel. She could have never gone in or she could been in there but why not release them. There’s so many signs of this being fake but believable to people that don’t follow Chris/Lily/PR.

Anonymous said: the fact that he deleted two tweets just after post is a signal that his not that happy with this situation

Anonymous said: I also think maybe it’s why this was her team vs Megan. Even like his articles have “sources” of they are just having fun blah blah. Not even DM or any of the US ones have his team surrounding it. They are recycling DM as the source and no reps have confirmed or commented on anything. I think he wanted a sloppy night and she documented it. And also why it was posted later so Megan could get a handle on it.

Anonymous said: now we have pics of him in the lobby of the hotel but none of her so she really entered in the back door or she didn't even entered on the hotel

Anonymous said: Why would PR want ppl to see Chris as sleazy? Also why would Chris want ppl to think he’s sleazy? If he knew paps were there & was okay with the whole back door thing, looking like some hookup that was caught or something. Why would he be okay with that? Even if that’s not what really happened, why would he be okay with being looked at like that?

Anonymous said: ASP today posted and immediately deleted posts from instagram and twitter. I wonder if he's already regret this dumb trip to see a girl. I wonder what Mark K and Joe K thinking about this.

Anonymous said: “cheap, sloppy and sleazy are his hallmarks in real life” can you further explain this? I’m having one of those days, and I think I’m understanding it correctly but I just wanna make sure

Anonymous said: So why did he do this? I mean the PR game. The guy does not need this

Anonymous said: Can I ask your opinion do you think they hooked up or just a set up pap shlt as we don't see her enter the hotel

Anonymous said: Are you still saying it’s pr or have u changed your mind

Anonymous said: I'm a little bit lost here. He truly liked and disliked the tweet? It's ironic that yesterday you mentioned that there were no pics of him getting inside and today they are here. I wonder if pics of her will show up later or tomorrow. This wouldn't bother me at all in a normal situation. But the moment makes all cheap and irresponsible. Maybe cheap and dumb is what he is? Maybe that's why the asks in interviews are all the same. Not for privacy, but to avoid dumb answers.

Anonymous said: I wasn’t in the fandom yet, but from what I’ve heard about Chris in his 20s, it sounds like he had a “cheap, sloppy and sleazy” vibe back then too. And he had a cleaner image once he started doing the Marvel movies. Now that he’s done with Marvel maybe he’s showing his true colors

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It’s been a real fucking stressful week so I’m finally gonna be drunk-watching and reviewing Breaking Dawn Pt. 2. However, I will likely only be slightly drunk(ish) (if at all) because I’m all out of liquor and only have one beer at the moment, but hopefully it’ll be enough to counteract how terrible this movie is lmao. As usual, here is what I remember from the movie the first (and only) time I ever watched it:

1. The battle scene happened but it was all in Alice’s vision and never actually happened.

2. Imprinting bullshit that none of us want to talk about. Let’s pretend it never happened.

3. Some weird dude makes fake IDs on demand.

4. All the vampires with cool powers get together, yet, sadly, they do not take down the Volturi to form a better, democratic government.

My thoughts as I’m watching are below the break:

- The opening credits triggered a forgotten feeling of sadness. Was it sadness over a terrible plot or sadness over the series being over? I couldn’t tell you.

- This fucking soundtrack excuse me. The orchestral opening piece? BEAUTIFUL. I want to choreograph a ballet to this. Or do the TikTok twerk challenge to it. Idk.

- I’m actually kind of sad that this was the last movie and it hasn’t even started yet. Most of the plot is shit and smeyer wrote some horrible garbage, but I want more of this universe. Can some of y’all who are creative write the next book and not be racist or sexist? Thank you.

- Fuck this part of the soundtrack I’m literally going to cry.

- I can’t believe smeyer produced this movie. Who let her?

- When Bella opens her eyes that shit makes me want to be a vampire @Carlise.

- Her first instinct is to grab Edward’s arm I’m crying. They love each other so much and it’s so fucking pure. I hate how they look at each other. It makes me sick but it’s all I want.

- This is the most relaxed Edward has been in any of the movies.

- LITERALLY HOW COOL WOULD IT BE TO SEE A FLOWER BLOOM LIKE THAT?!?

- I WANNA JUMP OVER A DAMN WATERFALL

- I actually feel really bad for this deer and I wish they did eat mosquitos :(((((

- Edward’s so proud of her for her control. He loves her so much.

- OMG I FORGOT SHE SAVED THE DEER WE LOVE TO SEE IT SAVE THE DEER BELLA

- aww fuck no now they’re gonna talk about the imprinting bullshit. I won’t even comment on this because y’all already know my thoughts. We hate it and we hate canon and smeyer is fucked up for what she wrote.

- Carlisle looking fine as fuck as usual, thank you. I don’t love the hairstyle here, but he’s still fire.

- Rosalie looks so happy and we love to see it. She deserves it.

- EMMETT AND ROSALIE ARE INSTIGATING THIS FIGHT AND AS FUCKE UP AS THIS STORYLINE IS I LIVE FOR THEM BOTH AND I LOVE IT LMAO

- THE WAY JACOB SAYS “OH” SENT ME THE FUCK LMAOOOOOO

- Emmett loves this fight and I love Emmett

- Damn Edward’s actually openly being turned on by something for once in his life

- The Loch Ness monster line isn’t that funny anymore tbh. I did not laugh.

- There was a lot of quivering.

- Bella literally said we’re gonna keep going for the rest of eternity.

- Everyone knows when they get back. So far, Emmett is my favorite in this movie lmao. Even Carlisle who’s always sick of his kids’ shit cracked a smile.

- Poor Charlie. They’re about to tell him she died and they’re all moving.

- Jacob’s about to go tell his secret to Charlie and then shit gets lit. I remember this part now.

- Taylor deserved an oscar for this scene. This movie might have been trash, but his conversation with Charlie deserved all the awards.

- “Jacob put your on clothes on” fucking SENT ME LMAOOOOO.

- Charlie’s so confused, poor man.

- Jacob straight up invited Charlie over with no warning while Bella was a newborn vampire lmao.

- I LOVE ESME AND CARLISLE SO MUCH

- The way Carlisle opened the door and said “Hello Charlie” did something to me. I wish my name was Charlie.

- Charlie’s so happy to see Bella though. I’m happy Jake told him tbh.

- Poor Charlie now he’s all upset because he saw Jacob turn into “a very large dog” and he’s concerned about what this means for Bella.

- She finally called Charlie dad and hugged him like she loved him.

- EDWARD TOLD CHARLIE THE TRUTH THAT RENEMEME WAS THEIR DAUGHTER HOLY SHIT I FORGOT

- Emmett really is my fave in this movie lmaoooo.

- Everyone is laughing and smiling instead of being all depressed. We lov to see it. This is my favorite scene in any of the movies now.

- When Bella said she was born to be a vampire, it would’ve been way more effective to start playing “Born to Die” by Lana Del Rey tbh.

- Irina’s about to go tattle-tale to the Volturi. Tbh I’d be pissed too after what those racist fucks did to Laurent. He wanted to join the Cullens and adopt their lifestyle. And by racist fucks, I mean smeyer and the writers of the screenplay.

- Aro is such a dramatic bitch.

- Carlisle could read me the damn phone book and I would listen.

- Honestly smeyer is fucked up the fuck up and I’m starting to think she nejoys writing about children losing their childhood. The immortal children storyline is one of the most fucked up parts of canon and we really need to expose it more.

- Carlisle and Esme are so damn cute.

- Uh-oh Sammy boy’s there. Jasper and Alice just bounced? I completely forgot about this.

- The fucking volvo.

- Okay SUPER BIG FUCKING PLOTHOLE HERE. So when they were in Alaska, Edward basically said Renememe had a beating heart so like, wouldn’t the Volturi be able to hear it? Wouldn’t that end the battle before it ever started? Smeyer really just wrote shit without thinking it through lmao.

- We hate to see all the cultural appropriation but we love Rami Malek.

- Senna and Zafrina are STUNNING and the fact that Smeyer wrote them as being anything else is a fucking crime.

- I don’t remember this Garrett hoe but I’ve seen a lot of memes about him so I think he’ll be my second fave in this movie next to Emmett. He’s high key a bitch though for treating people how he did.

- Yeah, I’m with Jacob on this one. The red-eyed bitches don’t need to be killing people. ALSO FUCK SMEYER’S RACIST SHIT AGAIN. MORE WOLVES DUE TO MORE BIOLOGICAL WARFARE THIS IS BULLSHIT SMEYER.

- Garrett really fell in love with this bitch Kate and said idc what you do to me, just do it.

- HOLY SHIT THE NEW WOLVES ARE KIDS KIDS. THEY’RE LIKE 6 OR 7. Y’ALL. WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK??? GOING BACK TO WHAT I SAID ABOUT THE IMMORTAL CHILDREN THING. THE POINT STILL STANDS.

- Vladimir and Stefan are EXACTLY the vampires I’ve been waiting on. OVERTHROW THIS MONARCHY OLD ASS SHIT AND FORM THE DEMOCRATIC GOVERNMENT. This scene made me like Carlisle slightly less, but in my headcanon he did want to overthrow the Volturi. I would still stare at him all day and listen to him read the phonebook. But he could’ve been a little more badass. It wouldn’t have hurt.

- Edward actually grew a pair and asked everyone to fight.

- Is Aro’s hair different in this movie? It looks different and I kinda love it.

- I hate the Volturi and all of them for varying reasons, but I do love Aro’s dramatics.

- Emmett is living for Edward being shocked by Kate which is why, again, he is my fave in this movie lmao.

- Bella reading to Renememe is the sweetest moment in this movie and it deserves more love.

- “Yeah I just do it so much better.” This cocky bastard.

- FINALLY. HE ADMITS HE UNDERESTIMATES HER. THANK YOU HOE.

- When Jake and Bella are laughing together it makes me smile. It’s so genuine.

- Sue knows what’s good. I can see it in her eyes lmao.

- Alice was smart af though for hiding that clue for Bella.

- JENKS. That’s the dude’s name that makes the fake IDs.

- “Unusually well-preserved” that’s one way to put it lmao.

- This is so sad. Bella thinks she and Edward will die.

- LOOK AT ALL THOSE BENJIS SHE’S STUFFING INTO BACKPACKS@ BELLA PLEASE PAY OFF MY STUDENT LOAN DEBT

- Alistair is such a bitch. Why is he even here?

- This little house looks so cozy for Christmas. This is all I want.

- I love the Clearwater family so much and they deserve nothing but our love and respect.

- I FUCKING LOVE GARRETT. “NAME ANY AMERICAN BATTLE I WAS THERE.” LMAOOOOO

- “No one does rebellion like the Irish.” I love this guy too lmao.

- DAMNNNNN 1500 years waiting on revenge?????? They really could’ve overturned the Volturi in favor of a democracy but Carlisle was too damn diplomatic. But he’s still my fave.

- They did Kristen’s eyebrows dirty in this movie.

- Garrett loves Kate so much and it’s so pure.

- Emmett and Rosalie look so sweet.

- “THE REDCOATS ARE COMING” LMAOOOO I REALLY DO FUCKING LOVE GARRETT AN AWFUL LOT.

- Look @ the Volturi dramatic asses wearing cloaks and shit. Hoe. It’s the 2000s. Not the 1600s. Fix your shit. If a human saw you, you’d expose the secret you’re supposedly trying to keep.

- When Carlisle raised his voice though.

- BUT THIS IS THE BULLSHIT I’M TALKING ABOUT SMEYER PULLING. TALKING ABOUT HOW RENEMEME HAS A BEATING HEART. BITCH. THE VOLTURI WOULD’VE HEARD IT AND KNOWN. NONE OF THIS FUCKERY WAS EVER NECESSARY. SMEYER’S ASS IS MORE DRAMATIC THAN ARO, AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.

- Bella tried to shield Edward but it wouldn’t stretch all the way to where he was :(((((

- I deadass would not let my child anywhere near Aro period. It would’ve been on sight at this point and the Volturi would’ve been cleared out for democracy.

- I wish Edward would just punch this hoe.

- OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THE LAUGH THAT IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT

- Jacob seems more concerned than Edward and Bella and that’s really a problem for me. Her parents should’ve torn Aro a new one and that’s on period.

- Bella’s protecting all of them. YAAASSS QUEEN. DEFEAT THESE BTICHES.

- Aro basically verified the headcanon that Gen Z would expose vampires lmaoooo.

- Alice and Jasper save the day.

- CARLISLE FINALLY SNAPPED YAAAASSSS. BEAT THESE HOES ASSES.

- ESMEEEEEEEEEE

- SAM AND THE BOYS ARE READY TO FUCKIN FIGHT NOW TOO. NO ONE FUCKS WITH CARLISLE.

- This whole fight scene is intense but I already know that none of it really happened and it was all a vision so I’m kind of just tuning it out lmao.

- Y’all weren’t playing. When they get Seth that shit really does hurt.

- Alright I’m over this. They’re dragging it out. I’m fast-forwarding lmao.

- YEAH BITCH, BELLA WOULD GET YOUR ASS SO YOU BETTER STOP WHILE YOU CAN.

- OKAY LITERALLY ALSO FUCK THIS STORYLINE NOW I’M PISSED AGAIN I JUST REMEMBERED SMEYER IMPLIED THIS HOE WAS GONNA COME BACK AND FIGHT JACOB FOR RENEMEME WHEN SHE WAS LEGAL IDK IF IT’S IN THE MOVIE IF IT IS Y’ALL FINNA HEAR ABOUT IT AND OF COURSE HE’S INDIGENOUS TOO BECAUSE SMEYER’S GOTTA BE RACIST AS FUCK.

- BUT ANYWAY. Nahuel is actually cool af. Like most of smeyer’s characters, he deserved better.

- Good boy Aro, just walk the fuck away.

- I really wish Carlisle would’ve just listened to Stefan and Vladimir and kicked the Volturi’s asses.

- Everyone is so happy and in love. We love to see it. #simpasshoesfandom

- THIS SOUNDTRACK FUCKING SLAPS. THE CLOSING SONG BEFORE THE MEADOW/AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MEADOW IS A JAM.

- Oh fuck here we go with the flashback. I’m gonna cry for sure. It really would’ve been better with Flightless Bird American Mouth though.

- Damn I’m actually crying. #simpasshoesfandom

- She showed him all her thoughts and love for him I’m crying.

- “NOBODY’S EVER LOVED ANYBODY AS MUCH AS I’VE EVER LOVED YOUUUUUUU”

- FOREVERRRRR

- MY HEART

- THE END CREDITSSSSSS

Ummm. So I really thought I would hate this movie. It is mostly problematic as fuck. But some parts of it were good. Like it had funny moments and sad moments and simp moments and it was not awful. Content wise I rate it like a 3/10. Overall rating I give it like an 8/10. If smeyer’s fucked up shit didn’t get in the way of the movie, it could’ve been a 10/10.

HOW THE PAGES OF THE BOOK OPEN TO REVEAL THE MAIN CHARACTERS’ NAMES I’M CRYING

#Twilight #Twilight renaissance #Twilight review #drunken Twilight #Breaking Dawn #Breaking Dawn part 2 #drunken Breaking Dawn

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Some Day, One Day: Present Day Brian May x Reader

A/N: this whole fic is based on a conversation/rp that I had with my sweet angel Tori @meddows-taylors, and I just felt the need to share this with y’all lovely angels. Tori, God bless you and your ability to help me hammer out writing, ilysm sis and idk what I would do without you! Everyone plz go give her a follow, because half of Brian’s part was written by my girl. ALSO!!! Any mention of Anita or Chrissie is completely fictionalized for the purpose of this fic!

Pairing: Present Day Brian May x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Infidelity, Angst, Fluff, 18+

Word Count: 12.2k (she thicc)

Summary: (Y/N) has been working as a volunteer at Save Me for almost a year whenever she gets a chance, and she absolutely loves it. Brian May has been overjoyed for the past 6 months, particularly when he gets the opportunity to work with his favorite young volunteer/lawyer (Y/N), the only issue? She’s 50 years younger than him, and he’s married… One night, after a particularly stressful week for the two, Brian decides that he can’t stand being away from his friend anymore, and plans a little excursion for the two, completely platonic of course…

You ran a hand through your damp hair, groaning in pleasure as you fell into your bed, the nest like way you’d arranged your pillows and blankets cradling your absolutely exhausted form.

Today had been shit, well actually, the whole week had been shit.

Work was a nightmare, your mom had called and told you that your childhood cat had needed to be put down, your favorite pair of heels had broken while you ran to catch your train, and you hadn’t been able to see Brian all week.

That’s what hurt the most.

You’d texted every day of course, but your schedules prevented you from actually seeing one another. You had usually managed to get to Save Me at least once a week, volunteering as you’d been doing for the past 6 months. But, this week had just not allowed it, and you missed Brian terribly. He was the best friend you could imagine, that brilliant, incredible, funny, kind, beautiful, married... man.

Burying you face into the robin’s egg blue pillow case, you let out an even louder groan this one out of annoyance at yourself for your own stupidity. Brian was married, you’d MET his wife, she’d made you a birthday dinner.. but she also didn’t provide him with the support he needed. She didn’t make him feel like he mattered to her, and that hurt you. But, she was still his wife. Anita was still married to Brian, and you had no right to interfere in that aspect of his life, as much as you wanted to.

Rolling over, you sighed, pushing the still wet curls from you face as you did so. Of course you would fall in love with a married man almost triple your age, and a rock star at that. You had tried so hard to deny your feelings for him, tried to tell yourself that you were an idiot, that you only admired him and wanted to be close to him platonically, but this week of not being in his presence for a single second almost killed you. In all honesty, Brian being missing from your life this past week was definitely a contributing factor in how shitty your week has been.

Your phone rang suddenly, interrupting your wallowing time. Rolling over to the other side of your bed, pulling your phone off of the charger and answering quickly, not even bothering to check the caller ID, only one person ever called you this late.

“Hello stranger.”

“Well hello to you, too.” Brian hopes he’s able to hide the smile in his voice, glad that you can’t hear the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. He shivers a little, pulling his coat tighter around himself, starting to realize he really hadn’t thought this through…. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself, the week had been a bad one, he knew. When the two of you had spoken very briefly on the phone yesterday, he swore he’d heard you on the verge of crying. Brian hated knowing that you felt upset—that you were hurting, so he’d thrown together a plan, trying to convince himself he was doing it as a friend, to cheer you up. Nothing more, completely platonic.. But now he was stood outside your apartment building in the frigid London air, feeling a bit like an idiot

“Please tell me you’re home?”

You smiled into the phone, stress practically disappearing from your body as you heard his soft voice through the speaker. Laughing at his question, you sit up in the bed, eyebrow raised.

“Well seeing as how it’s,”

You turned around, gazing at the time on your beside clock.

“11:34 at night on a Wednesday, yes I am my dear Doctor May. Why do you ask?”

You shuffled off the bed as you spoke, walking over to your bedroom window, smiling widely as you spied the familiar white curls standing beside his car, parked right outside of your flat.

He notices your figure and waves up at you, a bright smile on his face

“Well, my dear, I’m afraid we’ve got a bit of an emergency on our hands.” His voice is quite chipper for someone saying they’ve got an emergency to tend to

“Can you come help me with it?”

He sends you a pouty look. He hoped you wouldn’t say no— you were already in your pajamas.

“.... unless I’m ruining your night!” Brian hastily adds the last bit, chastising himself once again for not trying to plan this better. For all he know you were with someone up there, or he’d rudely woken you from sleep.. one of the possibilities upset him far worse than the other.

You waved back down at him, a wide smile nearly splitting your face at his little pout.

“So long as I this emergency doesn’t require me to change out of my galaxy pajama pants, I’m all yours for the night. No work tomorrow.”

Mentally fist pumping the fact that you’d taken the next day off for a mental health day. Your boss had actually suggested it, noticing just how stressed you’d been over the past few days. She was a goddamn angel, and if it meant that you were going to be able to spend a little time with Brian? You would have to send her a fruit basket. Smiling down at him, you shook your head at his final statement.

“Bri you could never ruin my night. Let me slip on a bra and some shoes and I’ll be down in 5.”

You moved away from the window, about to hang up, before gasping and turning back to the window.

“Also young man! Get inside that car! It’s absolutely freezing out there, and if you catch your death outside of my apartment, my mom will never let me hear the end of it!”

You hung up the phone, shaking your head at the fact that the smartest man you knew was stood outside his warm car in the frigid London cold, but also smiling at the fact that he was doing it for you. Quickly throwing on a bra and jacket, you slipped on a pair of shoes and bounded down the stairs, plucking up your purse as you walked out of your flat. Locking the door, you tried to will myself not to run towards the door of Brian’s car where he was still stood, his nose red with cold.

He’s sniffling JUST a little, but refuses to get into the still running car. He was keeping it warm for you, and didn’t want even a little bit of the warmth to escape into the night air. Anyway, seeing how excited you looked as you came out the front door was worth standing out in the cold. He greets you with a smile and a hug, brushing off your scolding as he opens the door for you to get into the car. He comes back round to get into the driver’s side, sitting there a moment to warm his hands in front of the heater. He looks down at your pants and chuckles.

“I’ll admit, I AM a huge fan of the pajamas. Where in the world did you get those? I’ll have to invest in finding some, though they probably won’t fit my legs.”

He sighs over dramatically, shaking his head, his curls bobbing with the movement. He’s happy to see you look so.... well, happy, and it lifts his spirits to know he might be the cause of your attitude.

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back against the headrest of the seat, shaking your head a bit at Brian’s words.

“Oh shut your mouth Doctor May,” Reaching a hand over towards him you grab his thigh cheekily

“These thighs would fill out these gorgeous pants perfectly.”

You pat his thigh once more before immediately pulling your hand back, worried you have taken it too far. He just smiles at you, a faint red dusting of color marring his cheeks. Buckling your seatbelt, you were unable to keep the smile that first appeared when he first called me, off your face.

Brian brought his hand to rustle your hair a bit, laughing when you groaned and wrestled them away from, glaring at him as he pulled away from the street corner, and figured this was as good a time as any to ask him where we were going so late.

“Is there a little critter to pick up? Is that the emergency?”

Brian can feel his cheeks flushing at your touch on his thigh, and he’s mentally cursing himself, trying to get himself together. He’s happy when you both revert back to some friendly/goofy touches, hoping he can chill himself out. He smiles over at you, heart warming at your concern for the animals the two of you both worked to save. You didn’t even know why he’d drug you out of bed at midnight, but you had come down anyway, and it made him feel a wave of something he had no business feeling.

“Well.... it’s a bit of a surprise. But I’ll tell you if you want me to.”

He glances over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. He was already heading further into town, not out of it like he’d go if he were headed to the Save Me HQ. He can feel himself getting a bit nervous, once again doubting his plan, but he pushes those feelings away. No, you’ll love this. He knows you will. Because he knows YOU. Maybe more than he’s ever known anyone else—well, aside from maybe Roger, but Roger didn’t fucking count*

So it wasn’t a Save Me thing... that was obvious to me as he drive further into central London, towards Kensington. You furrowed your brows at him, lips pursed in question.

“I almost want to know what you’re planning, but I also feel like I NEED to let the secrecy stand. Makes it fun that way.”

You wiggled my eyebrows at Brian, garnering a laugh from him, his soft laugh joining your own slightly obnoxious one. The two of you fill the remainder of the car ride speaking about your days, making jokes about a much needed vacation you’d always swore you would take together. Trying your best not to flush at the mention of vacationing with Brian, images of his tanned skin on display, swim trunks hanging low on his hips... god you needed to stop.

You shook your head slightly, your still damp hair moving to cover your face just slightly as the car comes to a stop Hearing Brian clap his hands, you look up, opening your mouth in confusion at the sight in the distance.

“Natural History Museum? We planning a heist on some Dino bones tonight Bri?”

He gives you a mischievous look, turning to face you completely

“Would you say no if that’s what we WERE doing?”

He laughs when you smack his arm and he turns off the car, urging you to get out. Once you’re both standing in front of the building he turns to you.

“You trust me, yeah?”

You nod, of course you did, and it warms his heart. He gently leads you into the building, having arranged to be given a key. He was proud of himself, for how much he’d organized in such little time. The building was obviously closed up and empty. He’d been told how to start the planetarium show and everything, having brought blankets and pillows ahead of time to make things more comfortable. To be honest, he’d been planning this for a good three days, making sure to call your boss earlier in the day to ensure that you would have the day off tomorrow. He walks you towards the large room, a hand on the small of your back.

Your mouth is definitely wide open as you walk into the museum, passing exhibit after exhibit, our footsteps echoing loudly through the empty halls. Brian is practically exploding with energy, his hand on your back as you enter a large room.

You let out a small gasp when you see the little set up in the front of what you can now tell is the planetarium, two sets of pillows and blankets lied out. Turning to Brian, a giant smile lights up on your face as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Oh my fucking god! Brian May you did NOT do what I think you’ve done?!”

You’re practically bouncing on your feet at this point, your previous tiredness completely gone as you take in everything. Of course Brian would end up doing something like this for you. Brian smiles at you, holding up a single finger as he turns to exit the room, leaving you alone for a few minutes before returning slightly out of breath. He leads you to the pillows and blankets, telling you to make yourself comfortable as he does the same.

You slide to the floor, lying your head on the pillow as you cover yourself up, Brian’s body heat radiating through your pajamas as he takes his spot.

“Guess I really dressed appropriately then didn’t I?”

He thinks seeing you here like this, he might be the happiest he’s been in a long time. He goes to start the show, keeping the volume minimal so you could still talk to one another if you wanted. He comes back and tugs off his coat, revealing his own comfortable clothing, laughing as you point to your pajama pants.

“I’d say you’re dressed for the occasion, yes.”

He jokes, laying down beside you and adjusting his head on a pillow. He pulls a comforter over the two of you, before turning towards you.

“Is this alright? Are you comfortable? I also brought some snacks in a bag over there, if you’re feeling peckish.”

You assured him that you weren’t hungry, but the feeling of him so close to you, close enough to touch, to curl into, to cuddle... it’s a lot, something you’d never imagined you would have to experience, only something that happened to you in dreams.

But, here you were, curled up against one another while a show on the cosmos played above you supernovas flowing across the above head screen, feeling so close that you could reach up and touch them, which is why you reached up slightly, immediately putting your hand down when you realized how foolish you probably looked.

“Please ignore that oh my god I’m so stupid!”

Laughing loudly at your silliness, your hands moved up to cover your face before you buried them into Brian’s shoulder, your heart nearly stopping as he merely laughed and wrapped his arm around you.

He laughs, pulling you closer automatically, and trying his best not to tense up once he realizes what he’s done. ‘Just friends, just friends, just friends…’ he attempts to scold himself and remind himself all at once. He stares up at the floating illustrations, smiling, voice quiet.

“You’re not stupid. You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. Plus, I also find myself wanting to touch the stars at times. Being here just makes it easier, doesn’t it?”

He leans a little closer, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s just comforting, being near you…

His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him, and causing your heart to almost explode in your chest. ‘He’s married, he’s 71, he only likes you as a friend. That’s it, stop being such a goddamn idiot (Y/N)’ is all that’s running through your head as he speaks. You scoff as he says that you’re one of the smartest people he’s ever met, laughing a little as he glares at you playfully.

He’s right though. Being here, together, watching the cosmos move above you, so close yet so far away. Seemingly able to be touched, and yet so untouchable... almost like Brian was to you.

He was beside you, physically holding you, his arm around your waist, your chest against his... and yet, you couldn’t help but feel as if the two of you were worlds apart. You let out a deep shuddering sigh, hoping you could disguise it as wonder at the show.

“It’s just, it’s so beautiful, and so sad.”

He looked down at you confused, causing you to sigh.

“The cosmos. It’s, it’s there for us to explore, to experience, to touch, and yet we can’t.” You curl closer into Brian, your heart beating out of your chest as he rests his head on top of your’s.

“The closest we can get to it is through pictures, through video, through books... it’s something so beautiful with so much potential for joy, and yet, we’re simply stuck, revolving around the same floating fireball year after year, trying to experience some tiny little piece of joy, trying to find something to make us feel something akin to joy... when it’s right at our finger tips. It’s right in front of us, but we just, we aren’t allowed to have it...”

He feels a lump grow in his throat, listening to your words. All he’s thinking of is you—just you. Fuck, he shouldn’t have done this. Any of it. His heart ACHED for you; his body, too.

God he was ridiculous, he was so... he was so wrong for wanting you. For loving you....... Christ, he LOVED you.

“I—I know what you mean. But maybe," His voice gets softer, his heart breaking in half as he speaks.

“Maybe we have to settle for looking. Maybe it’s much too dangerous to touch; to have.” His words are all but mumbled as he looks resolutely up at the ceiling, tears threatening to fall from his tired haze eyes.

You can physically feel your heart fall into your stomach at his words... he knew exactly what you were trying to say, and he rejected you. Plain and simple.

Your body felt like it had just been doused in ice cold water, your lungs were on fire, you were drowning, and you needed to get away. So, as quickly as you could, you pulled away from Brian’s embrace, sitting up on the pallet in the floor, hands moving up to run through your hair as you tried to will away the tears that were about to inevitably fall. You needed to go home, to leave, to get away from Brian.. for good maybe. It was too painful, too emotionally taxing to have this keep going the way it was. You could feel Brian’s concerned gaze on your back, the blankets rustle around him as he sits up, hand on the small of your back.

“I-I should go. I shouldn’t have come tonight, I’m s-sorry Brian this was lovely, but I’m just going to call an Uber and head back home.”

You were standing completely now, your legs shaking under the fabric of your galaxy print pajama pants, ones that you would no doubt toss as soon as you got home.

“You’re right, I-I got too close to touching, and I just need to settle for looking, as painful as it is... I, goodnight Brian”

Turning on your heel, you headed for the door, lurching it open as quickly as you could before disappearing down the abandoned hallway, finally breaking down a few hundred yards from the planetarium. The tears wouldn’t stop, and you didn’t want them too.

Brian is completely frozen, momentarily stunned by your words and actions. He wars with himself in the few seconds after you leave the room. He should let you go, right? He wasn’t good for you; this was wrong. Maybe it would hurt you now, but in the long run, it was what you needed..... fuck, he couldn’t let you go. He didn’t want to. So he scrambles up, rushing out of the doors after you, sock-clad feet slipping a bit on the marble floors in his haste.

“(Y/N)!”

He is both relieved and distraught to find you sitting a few yards down, crying to yourself. He rushes over, falling to his knees beside you, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. Now he’s the one touching…

“(Y/N), please... please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

The simultaneous relief and anguish that you felt upon hearing Brian’s distraught voice calling out to you, the feeling of his hands cupping your face... it was a lot. The shuddering sobs that were coming from your body didn’t subside at his words. Of course he was apologizing, he didn’t do anything wrong! It was all you and your immature naivety that caused this, at least that is all that was running through your head as you steadied your voice, determined to be strong.

“You shouldn’t have come after me, you didn’t need too... you don’t need to explain yourself.”

You jerk my head from his hands, angry at yourself for ever imagining that anything could’ve come from this, disgusted at yourself for allowing yourself to get as involved in this situation as you had.

“You don’t need to tell me to my face that I’m just not right for you, that I’m too young, that you’re married,”

Your goddamn voice broke then, betraying the fact that even though you were trying to put on a brave face, inside you were being torn apart, your very atoms feeling like they were dying with every second that passed.

“That that I’m just too naive and stupid to see that what I was hoping for, dreaming for, it will never happen, because I... I’m not.”

You started crying again, unable to hold back the dam anymore.

“I’m not worthy of you or your time.. I’m just, not.”

He winces when you pull yourself away from him, panic rising up inside him. God, he couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t. He already knew that of course, but now it was hitting him all at once. Just how deeply he felt for you; how he was willing to ruin everything else, if it meant he’d be with you.

“Not worthy of’?”

He huffs out a breathless laugh, shaking his head, frizzy curls bouncing. He tries to touch your face again, wanting to brush away your tears

“(Y/N), I love you.”

His voice doesn’t shake the way he thought it would. Instead, he’s confident. He loves you. He knows that. It feels like a weight has been lifted.

“I love you.”

You let his calloused fingers brush the tears from your eyes, honestly it wasn’t like you had a choice in the matter, your body was completely paralyzed by his words. He loved you? No, he, he had to be lying, there’s no way he’s being serious? No way that someone as incredible as him would love you…

You didn’t have that many self confidence issues, you were just a realist... But, the look in his eyes, the genuine smile on his face, the way his hands delicately cupped your face, fingers rubbing circles on your cheeks, the tears that once fell freely from your eyes, now coating his hands...

He was telling the truth. Holy fuck, he was telling the truth?

You don’t know what exactly comes over you, whether it be the joy you felt at knowing that the man you had loved for months felt the same, or the relief that you weren’t a delusional idiot, but something snapped inside of you, and before you knew what was happening, your arms were around his neck, your lips against his.

He makes a soft noise of surprise when you kiss him, but it takes nearly no time at all before he’s kissing you back, pulling you as close to him as he can get. Fuck, he’s been desperate for this for so long; been lying to himself, saying he didn’t want it. Didn’t NEED it. When you pull away to breathe he lets out a soft, involuntary whine, trying to kiss you again. God, he wanted to kiss you for ages; he hasn’t felt this... this ALIVE in years.

“I love you so much, please don’t, don’t leave…”

He murmurs against your lips, one of his hands moving from your cheek to your side, just wanting to hold you close to him.

The feeling of his lips on yours for the first time is a feeling that you will remember for the rest of my life. His tenderness, the way he holds your waist, pulling you to him, his lips never leaving your own.

Neither one of you is sure how long exactly you sat like that, wrapped together, lips speaking all the words that needed to be said against one another.

After a while, you were in desperate need of air, reluctantly pulling away from him, settling for resting your head against his, rubbing your nose against his. The two of us laughing at the feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere Brian.. I’ll stay right beside me if you’ll have me.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. God, this was actually happening wasn’t it? Brian loved you, and you loved him... but, there was still the issue of his relationship status. You desperately didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you also desperately needed to know what the two of you were going to do. He and Anita had been together for 30 years, married for 20.. you needed confirmation that what I hoped was going happen was going to happen.

“Bri, I, I hate to ask this right now, but you know how I am..”

He chuckled, placing a kiss to your cheek before raising his eyebrows at you to continue. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“What’s going to happen with us? With you and Anita.. I just, I need to know before I get too excited about the possibility of a future with you...”

His face falls a little, and he sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours again. God, he hated himself for this. Why did he always do shit like this? Hurt the people he loved.

“Shit, yeah, I know, it’s—I’ve really mucked things up, haven’t I?”

He pulls away a little to look down at you

“I love Anita, but I’m not in love with her. Haven’t been for a while. We’re good friends, and maybe we both know it, but don’t want to admit it.”

He pauses, smiling a little again as he looks at you.

“You make me feel.... like I haven’t felt in years. Or, ever, maybe. I want to be with you. Even if this... even if we don’t make it—being with you now, TRYING this, it’s worth it.”

He’s stuttering out his words nervously, trying to think them through as soon as he says them.

“I’ll end things, with Anita. But I don’t know.... I don’t know what the fallout will be.”

You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as he had done to you all night. This was going to be hard on the both of you, him above all else. The media wasn’t going to be kind to him, Anita certainly wasn’t going to be kind to you…but, it was worth it. All of the fall out, the pain, the suffering that was going to come head first at you... it was going to be worth it.

“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces Bri. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

You place a kiss to his forehead, your hands making their way into his curls, smiling when he lets out a pleasure filled whine at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“Whatever the fallout may be, I love you, I’ve loved you for months... and, I know a good thing when I see it, and I’m not about to let this good thing go love.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled up in the planetarium, placing innocent little kisses all over one another’s faces, just reveling in the time that the two of you were able to spend together alone. But, all good things must come to an end, and at approximately 5am, a janitor knocked on the planetarium door, informing Bri and you that it was time to pack up and leave. Reluctantly, the two of you left, Brian carrying the blankets and pillows while you opened the car up, smiles still plastered onto your faces. While Brian drove you home, his hand was holding your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin, before he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a small kiss to the skin. You couldn’t help but smile at him, your head falling over onto his shoulder as he parked in front of your flat. Neither one of you wanted to part ways, but you both knew that there were certain things that needed to be taken care of before the two of you could be together in the way you both wanted, so, reluctantly, Brian placed one final kiss to your lips before you opened the door to his car and disappearing into your flat.

The next day, Brian comes into Save Me much later than he was supposed to, apologizing to Anne. He looks a frazzled mess, which he kind of was. He’d told Anita last night—that he wanted a divorce. She hadn’t taken it super well. It wasn’t exactly that she was IN LOVE with him—it was that she’d immediately zeroed in on his careful words and attitude. She knew, somehow. She knew he’d found someone else. He wasn’t sure if Anita knew it was (Y/N), but she knew it was someone. So they’d spent the night arguing and throwing insults and crying and then finally trying to have an actual conversation about what the separation would look like. It felt... bad. He knew it was the right decision, but it still wasn’t fun. It still hurt both of them. It was 30 years of their lives. Sighing, he stepped into “his” office, slumping down in his chair and putting his head in his hands/

The snow had started to come down quite hard by the time you headed to the office. Your days were shorter during this merger at work, so you arrived at 7:30, and were heading home by 11:45. It was honesty a much needed relief from the stress of everything else going on in your life, Kelly, your boss, had noticed how much time you’d been spending at work over the past few days, and insisted that you start taking half days, that you needed to stop doing the work of the paralegals. You laughed at her and agreed to start leaving early. This also gave you the ability to spend more time at Save Me. You’d missed the work you did there, and that’s where you were heading now.

Brian and you hadn’t seen one another the day before after he’d dropped you off, agreeing that he needed to tell Anita about wanting a divorce. When he hadn’t called you last night, you figured it wasn’t going too well. You knew that no matter what happened with Anita, he and you would end up together, but you knew that it was going to be hard on him. This was a 30 year relationship that was just going to be.. over. Sighing, you stepped into the bakery a few blocks from the Save Me office, ordering Brian’s favorite pastries, and picking up a chocolate croissant for Anne. That woman was an absolute saint, and she deserved it.

A few moments later you pulled the doors to the office open, stepping inside, letting out a groan at how incredible the heat felt around your freezing body. Anne greeted you, a small grimace on her face, you handed her the croissant, questioning her as to what was wrong. She only sighed and pointed to Brian’s office, an eyebrow raised.

Anne was too smart for her own good, she knew exactly what was going on between Brian and you, she had been the first person to know about your feelings for him. You nodded, taking a strawberry and cheese danish from the box and taking a bite from it as you knocked on Brian’s door, smiling a little when you heard his sweet voice tell me to come in.

You opened the door, danish hanging from your mouth, eyes dropping sadly as you saw the state he was in. His head was in his hands, his curls disheveled. You could tell he hadn’t slept much if any at all. Taking another bite of the danish quickly, you placed it back in the box and moving over to Brian. Placing your hand on his back, you crouch down beside his chair

“Bri, love what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Brian quickly pulls his head from his hands when he realizes it was you, hoping his eyes didn’t look rimmed red with tears.

He hadn’t wanted you to see him like this, he hadn’t even known you’d be coming in today.

“Oh, (Y/N), hello, love.”

He forces a smile, reaching out to take one of your hands in his.

“I-I’m alright, darling. Or, I will be… Just had a rough night is all; didn’t exactly sleep.” Brian sighs, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles gently.

“ It’s really good to see you.”

Brian’s eyes were red, dark circles around the edges. He’d definitely told Anita then. You raised his hands to your lips, placing a kiss to his palm. You hated seeing him like this. Even though you both knew that he wasn’t in love with Anita anymore, that he didn’t want to be married to her anymore... it was still going to be hard on him.

“Oh darling, you told her then?”

You stood up when he nodded, standing between his legs, wrapping your arms around him, pulling his face to your stomach. He started shaking, his warm tears soaking through the silk. Leaning down you placed a kiss to his head, tightening your grip on him.

“It’s okay Bri, let it out.”

As soon as you gave him permission to, he started crying in earnest, pushing his face into your stomach and holding onto you tightly. It was just... upsetting. Knowing he’d let this happen again, that he’d continued to hurt people he loved, that he and Anita’s relationship, which was quite good as a friendship now, might be ruined. And he HATED conflict. Maybe when he was younger he’d get fired up and argue with people easily. And he still did so occasionally, but not usually in his personal relationships. He sniffled, shoulders shaking a little

“I—I’m sorry, I—it’s just.... it’s hard.”

He finally pulls himself away, trying to get himself together, embarrassed at his own stupidity. He didn’t deserve to be upset, he’d done this to himself.

“I love you. And I know this is worth it. Just... in the moment... it hurts. For everyone.”

Your heart was breaking for Brian, the way he sniffled and just seemed so broken.

You couldn’t help but feel like it was partially your fault. You knew it wasn’t, that Brian and you had made this decision together, that this was a long time coming between him and Anita... but, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

You moved my hands from his hair down to brush the remaining tears from his eyes.

“I know love, and I’m so fucking sorry that you’re hurting like this. You’ve not done anything wrong, you can’t control what your heart wants anymore than I can control mine.. I’m here for you, you know that. I told you in the floor of that damn museum two days ago.” The two of you chuckle, your heart smiling to know that you’d managed to raise his spirits even slightly. Leaning down, you kiss him, moving your lips in time with the fingers on his cheeks. He sighs into the kiss, arms wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you into his lap. Squeaking out a giggle at the sudden change, your legs move to rest around him. You were so caught up in one another, Brian smiling and placing kisses to your neck, hands tickling your sides, that the two of you hadn’t heard the door open. Only realizing someone was there when they cleared their throat. Your eyes went wide as you looked at Brian, both of you turning to the door, only to see a rather unimpressed Anita standing in the doorway.

Brian’s face colors as soon as he sees his wife’s face, his whole body tensing.

“A-Anita, hi. Uh... what.... what are you doing here?”

Wincing at his words, he rubs a tired hand over his face. He stands after you get out of his lap, looking sheepish.

“Hey, how can I—what do you need?”

You quickly clamored out of Brian’s lap, your face absolutely blood red with embarrassment and pure fear.

Anita had never exactly liked you, when Brian would bring you to their home for dinner or to work on a project for the charity, Anita would be cordial, telling you hello, and then immediately disappear to another room of the house, shutting herself off for the rest of the night. And now, she’s just managed to walk in on her soon to be ex husband and you, you in his lap, his lips on your neck, hands all over your body. Fuck wasn’t a bad enough word for the issue at hand.

Brian was trying desperately to handle the situation, clearing his throat and asking what she wanted.

You were stood at the side of Bri’s desk, your hands over your mouth in a silent prayer for this hell to end.

Anita stares at you, her eyes hard and angry. She’d known that the reason Brian was wanting a divorce was because of another woman as soon as he’d asked the night before, and she’d had her suspicions that it was you. But, she’d come to the offices in an attempt to get Brian to change his mind, no she wasn’t in love with him anymore, but they were comfortable, and they were in the 70s for crying out loud! She couldn’t just start over. He’d had his flings in the past, had confessed them to her, and every time he did so, he always came back to her... not this time though it seemed. Before Anita could speak up, you did, desperate to leave the situation to the two.

“Um, I’m just going to go.. uh. Got some stuff to do at home.”

You attempted to subtly drop the hint to Brian that you would be heading home after you left, hoping he’d understand and come find you in your flat after he was finished here. Grabbing your purse from the side of the desk, you squeeze Brian’s hand, nodding your head in encouragement as you passed him. You ducked your head as you walked passed Anita, saying excuse me and all but running from the room.

Anne was still sat at the reception desk, her eyebrows raised in question. You just shook your head and coughed. “Uh, I’m gonna head on out, just, uh, if anything happens, ambulances need to be called, just ring me yeah?”

She coughed out a laugh, waving goodbye as you left. God, this was going to be a long wait.

Brian sighs, letting his gaze drop to the floor. He wants to retreat with you, but he knows he can’t. So he closes the door behind you, wanting to spare Anne from whatever carnage was about to happen.

He basically just stands and lets Anita scream at him, he knew it was what he deserved. He doesn’t try to defend himself, just tells her the truth: their relationship had been souring for years, maybe even before they got married. That he loved her, but not in a romantic way. That the two of you hadn’t been going behind her back the whole time—that it was a very recent development, but that his love for you wasn’t. That you made him feel like he never had before. And, of course, that he was sorry for how he’d hurt her. How he wanted the divorce to be as painless as possible—he’d give her nearly anything she wanted, everything that was hers. Brian wasn’t trying to fight with her. He took all her harsh words and her tears, accepting it when she said it was his fault, that he could never keep it in his pants, that he couldn’t be faithful. He just.... took it.

It’d been 3 hours since you left Save Me, and Anne had been texting you regular updates on what was going on. Her last text came through around 15 minutes ago saying that Anita had stormed out after saying her lawyer would be in touch, and they Brian needed to look for a new place to live. You sighed, moving to the kitchen to start cooking.

Cooking was always therapeutic for you, and this was a situation that desperately called for therapy. Knowing that Brian would be dropping in at any moment, in desperate need of love and attention. Pulling all of necessary ingredients for his favorite broccoli and mushroom pasta from the fridge and cabinets, you set to work.

God this really was a fucking mess wasn’t it? I mean, you really genuinely didn’t care about the fallout for anyone except for Brian and you, and you guessed that made you a horrible person? But, you love him, he loves you, and it might be your naivety, but to you that’s all that mattered to you. Yes, you would have to deal with the press, your friends, your families... but, as long as you were by one another’s sides, you knew the two of you would be fine.

After a while, the pasta was boiling and the vodka sauce was made, broccoli and mushrooms sautéing in the pan, and you were nursing your 3rd glass of moscato and apple juice when the door buzzed. Tipsy, you stumbled your way down the hall, a wide smile on your face as you swung the door open to see Brian standing there.

“Bri! Oh god I’m so glad you’re here I missed you!”

Okay, so you might’ve been little more than tipsy, but honestly, could anyone blame you? You threw your arms around Brian, kissing his neck as you dragged him into the flat. He’d looked rather upset when you had opened the door, perking up slightly when he saw you and your intoxicated state. Stumbling your way to the stove, you shut every eye off, and somehow managed to mix everything together, all the while Brian leaned against the counter, staring at you with a grin on his face, arms crossed.

“What are you looking at love? Never seen a girl making pasta before?”

He certainly feels lower than low, but seeing you helps him perk up just a little bit. He watches you, slightly amused, and just a tad worried.

“Just surprised you haven’t burned the whole flat down, love.” He crosses the small kitchen, taking your wine glass in his hand and smelling it.

“What’s in here anyway?” It smells sickly sweet, and he grimaces when he takes a sip

“Good god, (Y/N), that’s vile.” He’s laughing, teasing you, trying not to bring you down any more than you must already be. Brian smiles at the dirty look you give him, and he comes up behind you, peering over your shoulder.

“What type of pasta are you making?”

You pout a bit at his disregard of my creation, it was good goddamnit... but your heart warms a little feeling his arms wrap around your waist, smiling as he puts his chin on your shoulder. You can’t help but smile, placing your free hand on his, squeezing a bit.

“Well, I’m making your favorite. Broccoli and mushroom with vodka sauce and burrata with flatbread.”

You finish mixing the pasta together, taking the flatbread out of the oven, stumbling and giggling as I do so. You then attempt to plate the food, but Brian beats you to it, laughing as he takes the plates and serving spoons from you.

You pout at him, you could do it myself, although... sober you was saying you couldn’t. He looks so cute as he scoops out perfect little portions onto our plates, his tongue sticking out just slightly. ‘Goddamnit I’m so in love with him’ is all you can think as you lean against the counter, wine glass in hand.

“Brian, love.”

He turns to face you rather quickly, concern on his face, a serving spoon in his hand.

“I love you, like, I love you so much it physically hurts me to even think about how much I love you. And, like, I know that you feel like utter horseshit right now, but, I just, goddamnit I love you so much it’s like my own heart doesn’t even belong to me anymore? And I am fine with that! I want you to have it ya know, like, god. I just…” God you were fucking smashed.

“I love you man.”

Brian smiles at you, looking you over. “I love you, too, (Y/N), dear. Maybe we should... postpone dinner? And take a nap?”

He is a bit concerned about your level of intoxication. Just doesn’t want you to.. fall over, or hurt yourself. Or puke. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this drunk before. It’s both amusing and a bit worrying

“We can rest, if you want.”

You were confused by his words, brain fuzzy as the room started spinning slightly.

“N-no! No no, no Bri I want to eat with you, I wanna make you feel better, I wanna make up for what I did.”

You place your wine glass in the sink, stumbling over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, slumping into his chest. You feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that you are far drunker than you’ve been in a long while. You didn’t mean to do this, but... you deserved it.

“I wanna make you feel good, I want you to eat your favorite food, and watch bake off, and forget the fact that I’ve just ruined your life...”

His heart sinks at your words and he sighs, wrapping you in his arms.

“(Y/N), love, you haven’t ruined my life. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

His heart is breaking, seeing the state you’re in. Having turned off all the kitchen appliances, he begins to lead you towards your bedroom, leaving the pasta abandoned in their bowls on the counter.

“Just being with you makes me feel better, darling. You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

Brian makes you sit on your bed when you get there, holding your face in his hands.

“You’ve nothing to feel bad about.”

You were fully out of it by the time Brian sat you on the bed, head lolling to the side before his hands took it between them, holding it still. You understood his words,and knew he was right, but your brain just wasn’t letting them sink in. You blinked a few times, sticking out your lips, they felt so weird, all tingly.

“Are you sure? I just don’t want you to be making a mistake because I plan on marrying and having little curly haired babies with you Doctor Mayyyyyyy..”

Brian’s heart clenches in his chest, butterflies erupting in his stomach at your words. But still, he doesn’t want to believe them, because—well, you were wasted. So he smiles and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, I’m sure, (Y/N). I’m not making a mistake, I promise.” He pulls away a little, though still holding you.

“Let’s get you into bed, hmm? A nice nap will be good, won’t it? And dinner will be waiting when you wake up.”

You smile sleepily, a nap does sound pretty good, and nod at Brian.

“Okay, but you have to go and make me some triple chocolate brownies for when I wake up okay? Oh, and please w-wake me up in 1 hour... or whenever they’re done okay?”

He nods, chuckling as he tucks you into bed. He places a soft kiss to your forehead before heading towards the door. A sudden thought pops to your head before you can fall completely asleep, sending you rocketing up in the bed

“Oh! Brian, also, Anne told me you have no home now so you should just move in with me m’Kay? Wake me up when the brownies are done.” You’re asleep by the time your head hits the pillow, not knowing exactly what you’d just told Brian.

His mind is kind of spinning with all the things you’ve confessed to him, but he tries not to dwell on them. He’s been friends with Roger long enough to know not to trust the things people say when they’re drunk. He tucks you in carefully before dropping a kiss to your hair. When he goes back into the kitchen he putters about, putting the pasta in some Tupperware and cleaning the dishes. It’s a bit slow going, as he didn’t exactly know his way around your flat, but he made it work. Soon enough he was done. He didn’t have anywhere to go—not that he’d leave anyway—so he does as you suggested. Brownies DID sound good, and it was something he knew how to make. So he makes them, cleaning more of the dishes and the kitchen as he waits for them to bake. All together, he lets you sleep for two hours before going in to check on you, a glass of water and bottle of Panadol in his hands.

Your head wasn’t pounding as terribly as it could’ve been when you woke up. Four glasses of moscato and apple juice definitely wasn’t a good idea, but hey, what’s a girl gonna do. Rolling over in the bed, your hair a knotty mess, you spot Brian standing in the doorway, a glass of water and bottle of pain pills.

His hair was illuminated by the kitchen light, casting a halo around his white curls. He looked as angelic as he made you feel. You cringed hard at your internal monologue. God he was making you such a little baby, and you loved it. Smiling at him, you stretch your arms widely, a small moan erupting from your throat as you did so.

Brian smiled at you as he saw that you were awake, making his way over to you and handing you the pills and water, you thanked him and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that love, I normally don’t get that drunk on a Friday night, or any night for that matter...”

You trailed off, sheepish smile on your face. You remembered every single thing you’d told Brian earlier, and you meant them too... but, you didn’t know exactly how well he was going to take it. You’d just told the man who is literally getting a DIVORCE that you wanted to MARRY HIM and have his babies... like, really? You should probably rename that drink Dumb Bitch Juice tbh, because that’s what your ass was drinking obviously.

Sighing, you got up out of the bed, popping your joints as you went.

“Cmon babe, I smell brownies and I need some chocolate in my body after that nonsense…”

The two of you made your way into the kitchen where Brian cut you a brownie, and topped it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, sticking his finger in it to rub a bit on your nose much to my annoyance.

“Hey! Watch it mister or I won’t let you marry me.. over here wasting ice cr-“

You immediately cut yourself off, realizing what you’d just said, stone cold sober.

Brian only smiled, watching your expression. He’s silent as he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose and getting the ice cream off in the process.

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want that. I promise not to waste anymore ice cream.”

You seemed a bit embarrassed. He didn’t want to force you to talk about it or anything, but he was trying to let you know that he liked what you’d said—that he also wanted what you wanted. Maybe it was a bit fast to be talking that way, but he didn’t care. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You were special. He knew he sounded crazy saying that, but it was true. He cut himself a brownie with ice cream, and groans when he tastes it.

“Fuck, that’s actually quite good. I wasn’t sure how they’d turn out. I should thank drunk (Y/N) for the idea.”

He winks at you, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

His little moan at the taste of the brownie almost had you on the floor. You did the same thing, taking a large bite of the brownie, understanding just why Brian was moaning.

“Oh my god Brian, we definitely need to thank drunk me more often.”

You laughed into the spoon, Brian joining you happily. You sat there for a good while, laughing at one another, eating brownies, and just enjoying the company. Once you were finished Brian moved around the counter, taking your bowl, kissing your head as he passed, heading to the sink. You watched as he washed the dishes, a smile on your face.

He was unreal. He’d taken care of your drunk ass after having a massive fight with the woman he was divorcing for you, cleaned up the dinner that you’d cooked, cleaned your kitchen and your whole flat, cooked you brownies.. fuck it, you don’t care if it’s too early to say these things.

“Brian...”

You’re resting your head in your palms, gazing at him, heart eyes all the way. He stopped scrubbing the bowl, eyebrows raised in your direction. You simply smiled at him.

“I meant what I said earlier, when I was drunk.”

He dropped the bowl in the sink, water splashing all over him. You hissed and moved over to him, knowing the hot water must’ve hurt. You then helped him strip off his shirt, using a tea cloth to dry his stomach.

“Shit Bri, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that, I just-“ You sighed, leaning against the counter.

“I really love you Brian, and I know that it’s probably the last thing you want to think about right now but, some day, one day, I want to be your wife...”

He’s embarrassed about his reaction; he was just... excited. Surprised, but happy that you truly felt that way about him. It stepped a bit towards where you were leaning against the counter, his voice a bit shaky. Obviously nervous, but it still gives you a smile

“No, I’m—I’m glad you said it. I wouldn’t have been brave enough.”

Brian is trying to ignore the fact that he was shirtless in front of you, self conscious, so he plows on with his stuttering words, grasping to whatever confidence he had left.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). And I—I do want that. To marry you, I mean. I’ve, uh—I’ve wanted it for months, but I just... pushed it away. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But, maybe this is how things were always supposed to go between us.” He sighs, feeling like he’s mucking everything up

“I just—I want to make you happy. I want to take care of you, and wake up to you, and...” He laughs a little.

“Maybe even make drunk you brownies.”

There were tears running freely down your cheeks now, Brian’s words touching a place in your soul that you didn’t know existed. Moving forward, you placed a hand on his cheek, body shaking slightly.

”I’d always imagined it would be like to find someone who I loved more than I loved myself, more than I loved anything on this planet. What it would be like to find someone who loved me like that in return, someone willing to sacrifice their happiness just to see me smile... and I never thought I would find it… And then I met you Bri.” You were fully crying now, a happy dopey smile on your face

“You make me... you make me feel like I’ve always known I deserve to feel, and I just hope that I can make you as happy as you make me.”

Brian is absolutely beaming at your words, reaching his hand up to cover the one you had placed on his cheek “You do make me happy, (Y/N). Unbelievably so. Ever since I met you—you’ve just been such a bright light in my life when I needed it most. Even when I hadn’t developed my feelings for you—when we were basically strangers—you were constantly caring for me and Investing in me and bringing such joy. You still do, every day.” He reaches both his hands out to brush away your tears “Don’t cry, love.” He knows they’re happy tears, and he has some of his own shining in his hazel eyes. He hesitates for a second before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss, being soft and gentle.

The kiss that he placed on your lips was the gentlest kiss you’d ever had, the purest display of love anyone could ever ask for. You held your hands over his own, returning the kiss with the same amount of love he had put in it. You were still crying, your salty tears making their way to your lips, the taste pulling us apart. You stared up at Brian, a ridiculously happy smile on your face, cheeks almost splitting with the force of it.

“They’re happy tears Bri, the only tears you could ever make me cry are happy tears..”

You wrapped your arms around his middle, his skin cold from the air in your kitchen as you placed your head to his naked chest as his hands went to your hair, his lips to your head. My blood was pumping a little faster now, the feeling of him shirtless beneath your face was sending a warm heat between your thighs, and to your cheeks. You and Brian honestly hadn’t gone any further than deep kisses and over the clothes groping, and we were both completely okay with that. You didn’t want to rush into anything physical, wanting your relationship to be built on an even stronger foundation than it already was. But standing here in your kitchen, your hands moving down his naked back, lips placing open mouthed kisses to his chest... you needed him, needed to make him feel good, as good as he made you feel.

So, before your logical mind could stop be, you dropped to your knees in front of him, falling into the plush rug in front of the sink. Your eyes never left his as you undid his belt, his zipper, or his button, and he never stopped you, only cupped your cheek rubbing circles over it with his thumb, his own eyes wide but understanding. You sighed out a shaky breath as you pulled his jeans all the way down, his underwear soon following to gather in a puddle at his ankles.

His cock was beautiful, and you meant that. He was already half hard from just the anticipation of what you were about to do, so when you danced feather light fingers over the head, it rose to full attention, Brian throwing his head back at the feeling You wrapped your hand around his cock completely, squeezing and kissing, and placing little kitten licks to his sensitive head, teasing him within an inch of his life.

“You like that Brian? You like being teased like a good pretty boy?”

Brian is trembling a little in anticipation, his eyes wide. Anita hadn’t done this for him in years—and she’d NEVER spoken to him like THAT. He feels himself getting a little weak in the knees already. His hips twitching into your touch a little bit, despite trying to get them not to. He nods in response to your words, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. ‘A good pretty boy?’ He was none of those things. Why was he responding in this way?

“Y-Yes, I... It feels good, (Y/N)..”

He pushes a hand into your hair, just resting there, not pushing or pulling.

You can tell it’s been a while for Brian, whether since a blow job or being touched intimately at all. The way his hand rests in your hair, a way to ground him to reality as you lick your way up and down his cock.

“You’re such a good boy Brian, so pretty, and all mine.”

You had had a sneaking suspicion about Brian’s proclivities for a while, just based off of your interactions even before the two of you were together. Anytime you would give him a compliment, he would blush and stutter, and squirm in his seat. One time you’d called him good boy as a joke and you were willing to swear on a grave that he had rutted against his jeans.

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his ass, fingers digging into the soft skin, pulling him closer to you as you took his length down your throat, hollowing out your cheeks as you did so. Brian’s knees would have buckled had it not been for his grip on your hair and the counter, coupled with your grip on his ass. He was a moaning mess, strangled cries of your name falling from his lips every time you swirled your tongue around his cock, or took it a few inches further down the back of your throat. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you moved one hand from his ass to his balls, gently squeezing them, knowing that he was close and needed his relief fast or he would cry. You pulled off of his cock, your other hand moving to grasp his throbbing cock, moving up and down in time with your squeezing on his balls. He was almost crying, his eyes clenched shut as his legs shook. He was waiting for permission, and who were you to deny him that pleasure.

“Cum for me Brian, I want you to cum down my throat for me okay baby? Can you be a good boy and cum down mommy’s throat?”

He cries out, knees nearly giving out when you squeeze his balls. His hand tightens desperately in your hair, your name falling from his lips as if in prayer.

“Please, p-please, I-I,” Brian moans at your words, nodding his head quickly.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll cum for you, Mommy, just, please—"

He is shocked at the words falling from his lips but couldn’t care less, not with how good he was feeling. The second you take him down your throat against he’s cumming hard, a sob being ripped out of him. He’s trying not to thrust wildly into your mouth—trying to be a gentleman—but it’s like his hips are moving on their own.

“Oh fuck, fuck, M-Mommy, (Y/N), fuck!” He can barely think straight, it is almost like his brain is fried. You take every single drop of Brian’s cum down your throat, moaning at the warm feeling and the surprisingly sweet and salty taste. Only when you pull away, placing soft kisses to his thighs and helping him step out of his pants and trousers completely, do you realize what you’ve said to him. Blushing profusely as you place soft kisses to his neck and face, gently guiding him back to your bedroom, lying him on the bed in an attempt to help his shaking limbs. Lying down beside him, you sit up slightly, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your chest. It’s silent for a while except for the occasional shudder from Brian’s mouth, or the sound of your kisses to his head, the perfect time for you to bring up your heat of the moment words.

“Brian, um, I hope you’re not weirded out by what I said back there, calling you those names, calling myself mommy... I don’t know what came over me, it just, if you hate it, I’ll never do it again okay?”

Brian huffs out a shaky laugh, eyes closed as he continues to recover.

“No, no, they were uh.... good. I liked it.” He blushes, pushing his face closer into your chest

“I liked it a lot. I’ve never, ah, had those things said to me before.” He is quiet, hand rubbing up and down your back. Then, slowly, it migrates to your side, then your hip, his thumb brushing over the inner crease of your thigh.

“Do you want—? I mean, I could…” He cuts himself off, sighing, annoyed at his awkwardness.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this in... a long time.”

You sighed out a moan at the feeling of his hands moving over your body, running your hands through his hair, his hands were shaking as he caressed your thigh. He was nervous, and you could tell, so you smiled into his hair, grabbing the hand working it’s way along your thighs.

“No Bri, it’s okay, I’m okay. I wanted to make you feel good, you don’t have to take care of me.”

You meant it, you only wanted him to feel good. He had other plans though, shakily chuckling at your words as he placed open mouthed kisses to your neck, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers sliding past the band of your underwear. You were breathing heavily now, out of shock, out of pleasure…

“God, Bri, you-you don’t ha-have to! OH!”

Brian gently pushes you back into the mattress, stretching his body over you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and collarbones. His long fingers slip between your folds, teasing your clit. He groans at the feeling

“God, you’re so wet.”

It’s something he hasn’t felt in years, and he looks up at you, eyes darker than before. He’s suddenly desperate to feel more of you, to make you feel good. He wants to hear his name on your lips in ways he hasn’t heard before. So he pulls back to tug your jeans and underwear down your legs—checking first of course for your nod of permission. His tongue sweeps out over his bottom lip at the sight of you, but he forces himself to chill out just a little bit. After all, you both had time to explore one another later. He does, however, drop a soft kiss to your stomach before arching back over you again

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N).”

His voice is reverent. He watches your face as he brings his fingers back to your pussy, teasing you a little more before pressing one long finger inside of you, arching it up. He smiles when you moan, happy that he’s pleasing you

“Feel good?”

Brian’s fingers were even more magical inside of you than they were when they worked the neck of the red special. You let out a strangled moan as he curved the his long finger, pressing against your inner walls.

“Oh! G-god Brian, you feel so good, you m-make me f-feel so good baby boy.”

You brought my hands up to the back of his head, bringing it down to rest on your own.

Your words seemed to egg him on, adding a second and third finger inside of you, his thumb at your clit as he hammered in and out... You couldn’t control the moans and noises that were coming from your mouth. Brian was making you feel things you’d never felt, nobody had ever made you feel this way emotionally or sexually.

You could feel the coil starting to build inside of your lower abdomen, legs shaking, hands tightening in his curls “Brian, fuck, y-ou, fuck I love you so much Brian, I lov-“

The coil finally snapped as he moved his fingers in a come hither motion, your back arching off the bed, Brian’s free hand moving to hold your hips still, and your pussy to his lips.

You pressed your lips to his to quiet your moans, Brian swallowing the near screams into his mouth. Your pussy clenched hard around his fingers, trapping them inside of you as you spasmed. You finally came down from your high as Brian carefully laid you down on the bed once again, his lips moving gently over your’s, free hand caressing your face. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, making you moan at the sheer eroticism of the sight. Smirking at you, he fell onto the bed beside you. Curling into his side, you tried to control your breaths, trying to make them less intense.

“Bri.... I... I’ve wanted you to do that to me since I was like 14, oh my god...”

Brian is breathless as he feels you cum around his fingers, and he honestly doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so beautiful before. God, and the way you tasted? Fuck, he wanted to drop to his knees right there and absolutely worship you with his mouth. He knew he used to be pretty good at it; although, his fingers were always his best attribute. Or, so he’d heard, back in the day.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

Lying next to you, Brian curls up beside you, rubbing your back. He laughs at your words, eyebrows arching high into his hair.

“14, huh? That’s...... flattering? He gives you a quick kiss, looking down at you.

“Was it worth the wait?” Rolling your eyes at Brian’s teasing, you playfully swat at his chest as you stripped off your shirt and bra, not wanting to sleep so constricted

“Haha Bri... laugh all you want.” You smiled as you lied down beside him again, this time wrapping your arms around him, head resting on his chest It was quiet for a bit, the two of you just enjoying the another’s company, your bodies enjoying one another’s warmth.

You thought back to Anne’s message from earlier, thought back to what drunk you had told Brian. He needed a place to stay.

“Bri, I also meant what I said about you staying with me..”

Feeling him look down at you, you kept my head pressed firmly into his chest, placing a kiss to the hair covered skin

“You’re welcome here as long as you want, I mean, you can move in permanently if you want, I don’t care... I just want you to be happy and safe, and I won’t be opposed to falling asleep in your arms every night”

Brian teared up a little at your words, happiness and love flooding his system as he clung to you tighter, his lips finding your own. “As long as you don’t mind me moving in a wardrobe full of clothes that haven’t fit me since before Clinton was president… I think I’ll take you up on the offer.” You simply laughed sleepily, yawning into Brian’s neck. The older man smiled down at you, reaching down to gather the covers and throw them over the two of you. “Get some sleep (Y/N), I’ll be here when you wake up.” And he was there when you woke up the next morning, and the next, and the next…

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