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[carrotmakar]

Tell Me You Want Me

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You play truth or shot with Harry, Mitch, and Sarah backstage and things get a little out of hand.

Warning(s): drinking, jealous!h, fluff, talk of sex but nothing explicit, cursing (but what’s new)

A/N: cleaning out my inbox!!!!! @harryskittenxox​ requested: Please can I request a fluffy angst imagine with H where you’re all playing drinking games backstage at one of his shows and he gets protective and jealous - thanks so much! Thank you for requesting this!!! Here’s what I came up with based on this request, so I hope you enjoy it!!!!

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You and Harry have been in a pretty unconventional “relationship” for quite some time now. You’re friends, nothing more than that, but you sleep together. It had started as a way to relieve stress, a way for the two of you to release some steam while also satisfying your needs. It had started as nothing more than meaningless sex.

But now, four months later, you’re touring the world with Harry because he swore to you that he couldn’t go more than a few days without you by his side. Your late night rendezvous with Harry had stopped ending with you sneaking back to your house (or in this case, your hotel room) and progressed to you just spending the night.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve become the one that falls for their best friend as they go through a friends with benefits agreement. Regardless of how much you try to deny it, it hits you every single time that you see his face. Coming on tour with him made it ten times worse, as well. Seeing him on stage every night, exuding power and confidence, is going to be the death of you. He just looks so fucking good up there, entertaining thousands of people.

Every night, including tonight, you’ve been there to greet him as he runs offstage. Normally, he’d be high on his adrenaline, and you’d help him calm down and get to bed. Tonight, though, things are a little different. 

As soon as he got off the stage tonight, he flung himself into your arms, letting you hold him for longer than normal. You didn’t really question that, though, just chalking it up to him being a little more affectionate after this show. It’s happened before, so it was easy to decide that was most likely what was happening.

When Sarah and Mitch come over with a bottle of Tequila and shot glasses, however, you know why he’s giving you a little extra attention. He knows that whatever they have planned will lead to a very drunk Harry, and in turn a Harry that’s not able to perform like he normally does. 

It’s not like you really mind, though, you’d rather spend time with Harry getting drunk that having sex that you have to pretend means nothing to you.

“Okay so, since we’re on different floors of the hotel, I figured that we’d just sit here and play truth or shot.” Sarah chirps, smiling wide.

“I haven’t played that since I was a teenager.” Harry drawls, looking over at you and smirking. Why he did so, you have no idea, but you have a feeling that you’ll figure it out at some point soon. 

“Yeah, well, you’re about to play it again. Let’s go!” You follow behind Sarah as she leads you to Harry’s dressing room. There’s a table already set up with four chairs around it, so you make your way to it and take the seat closest to the door. Harry quickly slides into the seat next to you and tries his best to pull you closer to him.

Sarah gives you a look as she sits down, but you just wave her off. There’s no need for her to question anything between you and Harry when there’s not even anything going on. It’s not like he actually has feelings for you, so there’s nothing to discuss. 

“Alright, bitches, I’ll start.” Mitch, surprisingly, speaks up. He waits until Sarah pours the alcohol into each pint tinted shot glass and distributes one to everyone. Clearing his throat, he points at you. “Y/N, what’s up with you and Michael.” 

Of course, Mitch would start with that. Sighing, you pick up the shot glass and throw it back, letting the alcohol burn your throat on it’s way down. You wince slightly as you place the glass down and watch Sarah refill it. 

Harry looks over at you and furrows his brows. Fuck, you forgot to tell Harry about him. Michael wasn’t really anything to you, just a guy that had begun flirting with you at work. He had gone so far as to ask you out a few times but every time that he gives you a time, you already had plans with Harry. You had planned to tell him about Michael if something actually happened, but since nothing had, the only person you had told about him was Sarah (who apparently thought it was a good idea to share with Mitch).

You mouth “later” to him and turn back to Sarah and Mitch. You can feel how stiff Harry’s become next to you, and you can’t figure out why. Maybe he thinks that you’ve been sleeping with Michael and not telling him about it. That would explain why he’s upset, it was in the rules after all. If either of you started seeing someone else, the arrangement was off. Neither one of you were okay with cheating, so you get why he could be reacting the way that he is.

Since you were asked the last question, it’s your turn to ask one. Smirking, you turn to Harry. “So, Styles, when are you putting fans out of their misery and releasing Anna and Medicine?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. He’s still stiff, but you can tell that he’s trying his best to calm himself down. “Probably never.”

You zone out as you watch his lips form around the words. It’s almost sad, really, how fast he can consume your attention. You let your eyes trace his face as subtly as possible until you hear your name being called.

Shaking your head, you look over at Sarah. “Yeah?”

“Harry asked you a question.” Your eyes widen in recognition.

Turning to him, he’s smirking at you. The smirk falls almost immediately once he starts talking, however. “Who’s Michael?”

“H, I said later.” You respond immediately.

“Well I want to know now.” He reason, although he just sounds like a whiny child.

Pushing up from the table, you flash Mitch and Sarah a smile. “Have fun with him, I’m going back to the hotel. I don’t want to play anymore.”

By the time Harry catches up with you, you’re already outside of the venue, pulling out your phone to call an Uber. “Listen I’m sorry, okay? Just, why won’t you tell me who Michael is?”

Scoffing you turn to face him. “Why do you care, Harry? Me and Michael aren’t doing anything, and all me and you do is fuck. So please, tell me why it’s so important.”

He flinches back, like your words physically hurt him. “You think that all you are to me is a fuck?”

Laughing, you run a hand through your hair. “Harry, you’re the one who made the rules. You’re the one who said “this is just sex” so do not pull the “that’s all you think of us?” card.” 

“Yeah, I made the rules because I was fucking scared, okay?” He sighs, taking a step closer to you.

“Scared of what, Harry?” You cross your arms over your chest to block him out. You know that without doing that, his arms would have been around you in just a few moments.

“Of falling in love with you.” He hangs his head as he says the words, and you have to strain to hear them. When you register what he says, you scoff.

“How does that make any sense? Harry, you started a relationship that’s based on being intimate with one another, but you’re scared of falling in love with me? Yeah, okay.” You roll your eyes as you turn away from him and go back to ordering an Uber.

“Okay, listen. I know it sounds stupid, alright? I get it. But I wanted you close. Hell, I still want you close. I just didn’t know how else to do it. It’s not like you’re in love with me.”

Turning on your heel you send him a death glare. “Do not tell me how I feel, Harry. I am so in love with you. I literally can’t get you off my mind, okay? But you’re not making any sense.”

You can’t help but mirror the smile that breaks out on his face. “Listen, just come back to my place, okay? I’ll explain everything there. I know that how I went about it was fucked up, but I love you, and I just want you to be mine.”

Sighing, you slip your phone back into your pocket. “Take me home, H.”

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[pascalslittlebrat]

Requesting a continuation of at first sight. Begins with Pedro feeling nervous of she'd call. Maybe he sees her doing things outside like in the market or something and doesn't approach her but he is so in love now.❤️❤️. Couple of days before she calls while he is a nervous mess. She is shy.They go on a date. I don't know lots of fluff..pining. ❤️❤️

Sorry this took a while to get to dear. With your request and the want of others for another part, I give you all this. May y’all enjoy, this ended up longer than expected but i’m such a sucker for fluff and softness xo

At First Sight-Part 2

Warnings: mentions of food and wine, very mild tiny bit of language, just lots of fluff and softness

Pairing: Mobster!Pedro Pascal x reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 4664

Part 1

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Pedro sat on his couch, a boxing match playing on his TV screen, he was barely even watching it. He kept glancing at his phone. It had been a week since he had gone to visit you and he was still waiting for your call. One hand was holding a glass of whiskey, resting on his couch’s arm rest, the other beside him, tapping the screen of his phone every few minutes to make sure he hadn’t missed any message. If anyone asked him how the match was going he wouldn’t have an answer, his mind was too busy thinking about you as he bitterly took sips from his glass.

Any time his phone would go off, his heart would immediately race, hoping it would be you. It never was. He expected a call or a maybe a text message, after all you had told him you would call him even for a no. So he had spent the week waiting, annoyed any time it was anyone that wasn’t you calling him. He knew his men were probably confused about their boss’ shitty attitude but he didn’t care. He just wanted to hear your soft voice again, to see you. Had you decided you didn’t want anything to do with him at all to the point of not even answering him? He knew you were alive and well. In his nerves and impatience, he had sent one of his men to watch you and make sure you were fine.

Pedro knew he wasn’t the ideal man, he knew his reputation, knew the rumors, the blood on his hands, and the activities he was a part of that weren’t exactly legal. What would someone as kind and sweet as you want for him? Someone like you that took care of a criminal without a doubt even when scared, that had patched him up and had worried about him, that spent your days helping different people just like you had helped him. You were an angel, so how could he expect you to fall for a demon like him.

But he couldn’t help that part of him that wanted you to, that wanted you to give him a chance. He hated how weak you made him feel, he was a mob boss after all, there was no room for weakness. Yet, you had somehow made your way into every thought of his. He spent the day thinking about you, wanting to hold you in his arms, to give you soft kisses, to make you smile to the point that your eyes would crinkle at how happy you were. He wanted to spoil you and show you everything you had him feeling. He wanted to be able to show you the person he was behind the title that made all fear him. It was driving him crazy that he might not get that chance but even then he is a man of his word, he had told you he wouldn’t bother you again.

Pedro ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he was a mob boss for christ sake, he should have more control than this. However, somehow those doe eyes, that beautiful smile, that kind heart, had brought him to his knees in a way that no enemy ever had. He had never believed in love at first sight until you had walked into that alleyway worried and ready to help him. A light in his darkness he had told you. As he downed the rest of his drink, he couldn’t help but think of just how true that was. You seemed to shine so bright when he saw you and he just wanted to be able to have that warmth and light around him always. If only you gave him the chance.

Pedro shook his hand out as he unlocked the door to his car, him and Oscar had just finished reminding the manager of one of his bars what happens when he starts thinking he could steal money from Pedro and try to play it off as a robbery. His fist would definitely be bruised but nothing he couldn’t handle. Not when he was still numbly waiting for you to still call.

He was placing his aviators on when Oscar hit his shoulder, “Hey pendejo, isn’t that your girl over there?” Oscar pointed in the direction of the farmer’s market going on across the street and Pedro couldn’t help the way his heart started racing in his chest, could it be you? Would he be getting a glimpse of you after almost two weeks of being away from you? He quickly looked over, spotting you and your hot pink scrubs at one of the baked goods booths.

Pedro couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched you interacting with the older lady, the way you pursed your lips as you looked over all the options. You were lost in thought as you tried to decide what sweets you wanted before you laughed at something the elderly woman told you. He felt his heart melt when you smiled brightly at the elderly woman, talking to her about something enthusiastically as you waited for her to ring you up. He watched as you handed the woman money and watched as the woman shook her head trying to hand you money back as you put your hand up clearly telling her to keep the change. How he wished he could be there beside you, arm around your waist, helping her insist to the woman it was no big deal.

He heard snapping by his ear and looked away, grimacing at Oscar who was looking at him like he was an idiot. “Earth to dumbass, you going to stare at her all day? We have a meeting in an hour so if you want to go see her, can you do it now before you start drooling on your leather seat?” Oscar asked him annoyed pointing at his watch reminding him of the damn rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.

He rolled his eyes glancing back in your direction and seeing you were gone. He turned the car on, hating how he wanted to jump out and go find you, to ask you if you had made up your mind, even though the silence should have told him enough by then. “I wasn’t drooling, idiot, and she’s not my girl...she doesn’t belong in this world,” he muttered as he pulled out his park spot, trying to make himself believe his own words.

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Pedro, you constantly spent your evenings, twirling the card with his phone number in your hands. You asked yourself every night after work if you should call him, even if it had been two weeks. You hadn’t meant to extend this out so long, you just had gotten lost in work and extra shifts volunteering with a group that helped with medical treatment for the homeless. Not only that but you couldn’t help but constantly overthink any time you got the nerve to type his number into your phone.

You had thought giving yourself time would make you forget him, would make you stop thinking about him, that it would take away that feeling of needing to reach out because you wanted to see him again. It hadn’t though. Nothing had changed, if anything you were missing him more and more as the days went by.

So here you were again, sitting in bed trying to focus on the book in your hands as you glanced over to where you kept his business card on your night stand. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, telling yourself that he might be attractive, that he did want to show you who he really was behind his high title, but you couldn’t help the part of you still nervous about his job, what he did. He wouldn’t leave your mind though and you wanted to see those warm brown eyes again, to feel those soft yet dangerous hands in yours.

Especially after you had seen a white car just like his at the farmer’s market you had visited after your shift at the clinic. You remember the way your heart had started racing at the thought of him maybe being around. The way you had walked around the farmer’s market for a while hoping that if it was him that you would run into him.

The memory of how you felt ran through your head again, the way you yearned to get to know him, the way you replayed the words he had said at the clinic when he asked for a chance. I don’t know if this is what love at first sight feels like and I’m crap at feelings…but I’m not lying when I say I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, could he have been telling the truth? Would he even be waiting on your call after this. You found it so hard to believe someone with a reputation for being as tough as him could feel such a way for you.

You reached over grabbing the card, running your thumb over the card stock before grabbing your phone and typing out his number. You press the call button before you can talk yourself out of it. You feel your phone shaking in your hand from nervousness as you hear the phone ring. You gulped thinking he wasn’t going to answer, when you heard a familiar voice gruff out “Hello?”

“Hi,” you squeaked out, eyes widening and your hand clamping over your mouth surprised at how high pitched your voice came out.

You heard Pedro chuckle on the other line, “You okay there angel?”

You pull your phone away from your ear, taking a deep breath trying to calm your nerves so you didn’t sound like an idiot, before bringing it back to your ear. “Y-yes,” you stuttered out, smooth, real smooth. You clear your throat, “How are you?”

“Surprised you called actually,” Pedro murmurs softly, “But I’m glad to hear your voice.” You smiled to yourself, you could almost hear the smile in his tone. “I...I didn’t think you’d call,” he admits and you feel a light pull out at your heart thinking about how hurt he sounds.

You run a hand through your hair nervously, “I’m sorry… I’ve been busy with work and volunteering...and I just...I thought maybe it was too late.” You felt the need to be honest with him as he was being with you, “I just… I needed to think about this...if it’s not too late for an answer.”

Pedro lets out a humorless laugh, “I can promise you it would never be too late for an answer from you angel, even if you’ve had me thinking the worst.”

You tell yourself this is the part where you’ll tell him no, where you’ll bask in his voice, enjoy the last of this conversation but cut ties with him because it’s what a sane person would do, but your voice speaks out something else completely, “Pedro...I’m scared..”

You hear him suck in a breath, worried he might hang up on you or get mad. “I know angel, but I promise, I’m more than what people think. Let me show you that and I’ll take care of you,” he tells you calmly, his voice is smooth and understanding. It makes your heart pick up speed in your chest, knowing someone like him was really wanting nothing more than a chance to prove to you who he really was.

“I...Okay..I’d like for us to go out. I’m free next weekend,” you agree, unable to keep from smiling when you hear him seem to drop his phone.

You hear Pedro curse under his breath as he picks up the phone, “Okay?..Am I hearing you right?....You’re telling me yes correct?”

“Yes, I’m telling you yes,” you can’t help but chuckle at his disbelief, certainly he couldn’t be too shocked at you.

You can hear the relief in Pedro’s voice as he tells you what time he’ll pick you up saturday, the way he says that he can’t wait to see you again, to wear something nice, and that you won’t regret giving him a chance. You can’t help but smile at his excitement and even after you hang up with him and prepare yourself for bed, you can’t help that part of you just as excited to see him, too.

When Saturday comes around, you find yourself changing out of every outfit you thought might work. You cursed yourself for being so used to scrubs that you barely remembered how to style yourself like a normal person. You finally decided on a dress and flats when you heard a knock on your door, fixing up your hair and checking to make sure your make-up looked okay in the mirror before opening the door. Your breath caught at the sight of Pedro in front of you, a warm smile came across his face as he took you in, he had a vase of roses in his hands, and he looked so handsome in his mustard yellow turtleneck and plaid jacket. His curly hair was perfectly styled and his scruff had grown out, you felt your cheeks heat up as he catches you admiring him.

He grinned at you as he took your hand in his, kissing the top of your skin, “You look even more beautiful than a I remember.”

You look away from his admiring eyes, warmth washing over your body at the compliment. You look at him under your lashes, the brown seeming to be shining bright. He hands you the roses and you smile at him, “You know how to pick beautiful flowers, thank you Pedro.”

He reaches up and caresses your cheek, you see his eyes drift to your lips and you can’t help but let yours drift to his. You can’t help but wonder if his lips would feel as soft as they look, if his mustache and beard would tickle against your skin. “Flowers are the second most beautiful thing God put on this planet after women,” he says and you giggle shaking your head.

“You know how to woo a girl don’t you,” you say softly, as you place the roses in the middle of your coffee table, watching as he leans against your door frame watching you.

He shakes his head as you walk back towards him, “Just you angel. You’re the only girl worth wooing.” He takes your hand in his and leads you out of your apartment, only letting your hand go when you lock your door. You can’t help but think of how nice your hand fits in his, how they seemed to fit like a lock to a key. He helps you into his car, closing the door for you, and you feel giddiness flow in with your nerves, most men didn’t have manners yet he was showing you more than you had seen from any man in years.

The drive to the restaurant is full of small talk, he asks you how work was and what got you into volunteering. You avoided the subject of his work, just asking him how his day had gone and if he had found his way back to your apartment okay. When you get to the restaurant he hands the valet his keys and helps you out. He takes you into a nice Brazilian steakhouse, the host immediately greeting him with a big smile and patting his shoulder before leading you both to a private room.

The man leaves telling him he would bring you both the finest wine and you look at Pedro amused. He raises an eyebrow at you, “What?”

“Well known aren’t you?” you ask watching as Pedro opens his mouth to answer only to be interrupted by a waiter bringing in the bottle of wine. You nod at the waiter in thanks as he pours you both a glass. You watch as he interacts with Pedro, a smile on the man’s face as they exchange words in what you think is Portugese. A few other people came in to talk to him, what looked like the chef, a manager, and an older man that you assumed was the owner. You watched each interaction with curiosity. You couldn’t deny you had expected them to show fear or at the least the strain of pretending to be nice for the sake of who Pedro was. Instead, you had realized everyone that came in and out of the room was warm and kind and seemed thrilled to see him.

Pedro shook hands with the older man who patted your shoulder and told you that he hopes you enjoy your time there before walking out. Pedro gives you an apologetic smile, reaching across the tablet to take your hand in his, “Sorry about that, I am a bit well known. I partially own this place. But it’s one of the best if I must say so myself.”

You giggle at him, feeling your nerves become more at ease as you take a sip of your wine and Pedro’s thumb rubs circles affectionately over your skin. “So it’s one of your business ventures. It’s nice, I like it,” you state softly, liking how excited he seemed about the restaurant.

Pedro nods, his eyebrows furrowing a bit before he looks at you, “I feel like I should explain. I’ve been coming to this restaurant for ten years, one of the best places for different steaks, it’s been in Paulo’s family for over 50 years. Things started going down hill, he had a lot of employees robbing from him, and he was on the verge of shutting down. I went into partnership with him because no place compares to here and together we were able to fix things up, get him a loyal staff, and he’s doing better than before.”

You give his hand a squeeze and he meets your eyes, you give him a gentle smile, “That was really sweet of you Pedro. I can tell all these people here adore you, none of it is faked or forced. You don’t owe me any explanation, I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

He nods at you and smiles, “I just know what people say, that I steal businesses, make people pay me high amounts to keep their businesses where they are. While I’m not going to deny I’ve done it to some places, most of the people I work with are people that struggled like Paulo. I know what it’s like to struggle and I like to help small businesses be able to keep their heads up and get what they deserve.”

You gently pull your hand out of his and cup his face in your hands, “That’s really kind of you Pedro. I know they must all appreciate what you do. Thank you for sharing this with me, I guess it is easy for people to spread falsehoods than truths.”

Pedro sighs, a look of pain crossing his face and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong. “Not everything is a falsehood unfortunately angel,” he answers you. You have no moment to ask him to expand as a waiter and waitress come in with a plate of different cut meats and plates of vegetables and salads. You look at him with wide eyes wondering how you both would eat so much food with how full the plates were. “Have you ever been to a Brazilian steakhouse before?” he asks amused.

You shake your head and he chuckles as he hands you a plate, “Usually they come by with skewers of each meat. They’ll slice it for you in as many pieces as you’d like. I wanted privacy though so they’ve brought everything here that I thought you might like. I highly recommend the bacon wrapped filet mignon, but Paulo and his family have gotten the cooking of each steak down to a t.”

You nod, mouth practically watering at how good everything looked, you already knew before tasting that this wasn’t going to be like steaks you’ve tried before. You reach over for the plate of meat he recommended, letting him tell you what each one was as you decided what you wanted to try. You watch as he does the same, biting your lip as you think of your next words. “Can I ask what is true...about the things they say?” You ask him nervously.

He looks at you putting his fork down, you see something flash in his eyes, you can see the inner battle he was having and you regret asking. He finally sighs and nods, “I did tell you I would let you get to know me, that means knowing my good and bad.”

Pedro goes on to tell you about what made him join the mob as you both eat. The way his mother and father had struggled to keep him clothed and with food. The way that he started with small jobs that got bigger and bigger. It paid well though and he told you how they treated him and his parents like family. They always had each other’s backs. He moved his way up the rankings. The man that had been in charge had chosen him as his successor, he told you how his old boss said he thought Pedro could help pull them out of constant violence and set a hard yet fair system.

He told you about the good he did, the charities he helped donate to, the way he got involved in community affairs from the shadow, any person he ‘bought’ knew they could keep their place as long they followed his orders. You couldn’t believe the amount of things he had been a part of in the city and surrounding areas.

Pedro told you about his wrongs, he didn’t go into detail on those too much, saying they weren’t dinner appropriate. He just told you how he can’t deny most of the crimes they tried to get him in for were true. That while they used violence, it was only when needed, he couldn’t deny that most of the criminal activities were true. He told you that at the end of the day loyalty was one of the most important things and if someone wasn’t following that or if someone was threatening his family, then things had to be done.

You listened to him carefully, taking in the man in front of you as he opened himself up to you. You could tell in the way he’d pause, the way he wouldn’t meet your eyes, or the way he’d thrum his fingers on the table that he was nervous. You grabbed his hand at one point to give him reassurance and he gave you a soft smile. He told you about his parents and about his close relationship with Oscar, how he was one of the few people he truly trusted. You told him about yourself and what made you become a nurse, how you were always the shy kid, how you enjoyed reading and writing, how you almost dropped out of nursing to become an English teacher instead. Pedro hung onto every word you said, smiling and joking with you. You found it so easy to talk to him and it made your nerves start washing away. You no longer even saw him as the dangerou mob boss he was, you were seeing him as just Pedro, a normal man that had fallen into a different path of life than most.

You both sat in an easy silence after you both finished eating. Pedro was smiling at you as you shook your head laughing at something he had said. He reached over to cup your cheek, “God i love seeing you laugh. It’s one of the most beautiful sights in this world.”

You blush under his soft gaze, he was looking at you adoringly, as if you were the only girl in the world. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip softly, his eyes were focused on your lips, seeming to be in a trance. Your heart raced at his touch, feeling warmth flow through your body at his touch. His eyes met yours, his pupils were dilated and you gulped wondering if he was going to reach over the table and kiss you and god how you hoped in that moment that he would. He shakes his head, seeming to clear his thoughts before pressing a soft kiss to the palm of your hand, “Shall we get going angel?”

You nod slowly, trying not to think of how soft his lips might feel against yours. You watch him as he pulls out money waving the waiter over, knowing he was leaving more than what the meal had to cost. You can’t help but smile as you watch the waiter look at him in gratification. He shakes Pedro’s hand, thanking him greatly. Pedro tells him something you don’t catch and claps the man on the back before thanking him and standing up.

Pedro holds his hand out to you, a smile on his face, “Shall we my lady?”

“We shall,” you giggle out as you place your hand in his. He wraps his arm around your waist and you can’t help the way your body relaxes into his, feeling like you’ve belonged this close to him all along. He leads you out of the restaurant, saying goodbye to each person he encounters and you feel the admiration you have for him grow.

***

The car ride home had been one in comfortable silence. Pedro could tell you had enjoyed yourself and as he rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand as he drove, he could see you had grown more relaxed than you had been before.

As he pulls up in front of your apartment, he can’t help but deflate some, he doesn't want to leave you yet. He had enjoyed every minute with you, even when he was admitting the not so great things about him. You had taken everything in, no judgement ever coming across your face. It made him fall into you even more, he wanted more of this and he hoped you‘d let him have more time like this with you.

“Thank you for today,” you whisper softly, looking at him with your dazzling smile as you give his hand a squeeze. He wanted to memorize it, memorize you.

He smiles at you and god, he wants nothing more than to kiss you in that moment. His free hand reaches out and caresses your cheek. He watches as you lean into his touch, closing your eyes, seeming to soak him in and it pulls at his heart in a way he never thought possible. He finds himself leaning in closer to you. “I want to kiss you,” he mumbles out nervously, inches away from your lips.

You open your eyes, looking at him in surprise, eyes widening, before you smile, “I want you to kiss me.”

When his lips press against yours, it felt like your whole body tingled, feeling ignited and alive. His lips were soft and gentle, he tasted of wine and it was like you were becoming intoxicated from just him and his taste alone. It was as if time stopped around you both, your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to get as close as you could with the console in between you both. It was in that moment that you knew you couldn’t stay away, that there was more to the way you felt than just that curiosity or fear you first had. You wanted more of this, you wanted more of him and in this moment you knew, this was only the start of something extraordinary between you two.

tagging those who seemed interested in a part 2: @mothandpidgeon @criminalmind1927 @hopelesslyinlovewithkeanu @221bshrlocked

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Hey there! Would you consider doing a companions react to SS giving them something for Valentine’s Day and of course they have no idea what Valentine’s Day even is? (If you’ve already done this then please disregard). Thank you! Love your reacts! They’re always spot on! XO!

Cait:

"Sheesh, I think you've actually managed to make me soft. You're such a little shite..."

Cait usually isn't big on huge celebrations or being too overly affectionate- but having you give her that sweet doe eyed look and give her a gift straight from your heart rendered her absolutely speechless.

Curie:

"Oh, Curie just adores these decorations! This is all so lovely, Mon Amour."

You kidding? Anything exciting is going to be popular with Curie. Now something that is completely just for the two of you to have and experience? Sign her tf up.

Danse:

"My love, you don't know how much I appreciate this...I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the occasion. Would you be willing to let me make it up to you?"

Things like this is what Danse treasure most. Giving him a thoughtful gift is a sure fire way to make him teary eyed- even if he tries to hide it. Regardless, depending upon where the two of you are- Danse would opt for the two of you to go somewhere more private and properly celebrate the occasion. Don't worry, that doesn't just mean sex either- more like cuddles and kisses...and sex too.

Deacon:

"....You're unbelievable..I love you."

Wait...what?

Gage:

"Oh..i..shit babe, where'd you get the idea for all this? Damn.."

Gage would be utterly speechless. Believe it or not, he is a sucker for being spoiled. The second you come at him with candies and heartfelt words, it's all he can do not to melt. He may try to play it off and be a "tough guy", but you know damn well that he is trying not to cry. The ensuing festivities will range from him showering you in gifts to screwing you silly.

Valentine's Day may just be his favourite holiday now.

Hancock:

"A holiday just to express love? Sunshine, why didn't you tell me something earlier?"

Parties, Celebration, and debauchery are all things Hancock revels in. Throwing in Valentine's Day is only bound to have a very fun outcome. Once you give him all the details on what a pre-war Valentine's would look like, he'll make sure to treat you to the closest wasteland alternative. And yes..you can expect a very long night..

Macready:

"Don't worry..I'll be back in just a second."

Whenever you first brought it up to him you may be a little disheartened as he turns on his heels and goes to leave- but never fear. Come sunset, Mac brings you what a pocketful of caps and some threats could buy- setting up a small..maybe kind of ridiculous, Valentine's Day dinner.

Maxson:

"I don't know how I ever got so lucky. Thank you (y/n), thank you for making me feel normal.."

Of course, Maxson would be very interested with finding out the origin of this holiday but he'd keep that in. Instead of hounding you for information of this pre-war tradition, he'd gaze at you with pure wonder. Something was just so strangely..not superficial about this little gesture- Arthur was hardly used to it. Mark my words, he makes it his top priority to remember the date for years to come and make the biggest deal of the day possible.

As for now, he'd call an "emergency" leave and take you down to Nordhagen Beach- walking hand in hand with you as the sun sets. Whatever you gave him goes straight to his memento shelf.

Nick:

"Sure is nice to have someone to share this with. Happy Valentine's Day, dear."

Nick knows what Valentine's Day is- and oh my god does he do it big? I'm talking about a bouquet of hubflowers, a shiny little trinket, and maybe even some sweets if he can scrounge it up. The later events wouldn't look any different than your average Valentine's Day..but isn't that nice? Some rare normalcy is just what someone could hope for.

Old Longfellow:

"Shucks, you didn't have to do all this cap.."

He's a very simple man, usually not one to enjoy being a made fuss over..at least he didn't think he was. Then comes you with your "Valentine's" day festivities. Be it the gifts or the special little dinner you fixed up, you made that old man the happiest he had been in years. He still doesn't quite get it per se, but he loves it anyways.

Piper:

"Wow blue, you never do cease to amaze me. Is this some type of pre war holiday? That's pretty cool."

Piper is all about new experiences and new opportunities- especially when it's something she is able to share with those she loves. Though the holiday is nothing more than just..well, a holiday, she takes it as something so much deeper than that. On top of this, she appreciates you being able to share pieces of your past with her even though she had no idea what the traditions even were.

Preston:

"Aw babe, I can't believe this."

Preston would easily be overcome with a wave of pure happiness. Not so much because of the gifts or your sweetness, but more because he now knows that there is a designated day he can devote in future to you. Preston already is a very affectionate, "touchy feely" kind of man, so introducing Valentine's Day to him is reminiscent of giving Hancock a storage container filled with jet.

Sturges:

"Hey darlin', you know you didn't really have to do all this for me. Youre too sweet."

Sturges is shell shocked. Do you have any idea how long it's been since he's received a mere gift? Anyways- having you in his life was a gift enough itself..but you going above and beyond and introducing this Valentine's Day thing? Oh he was in heaven. You bet your sweet ass that he's going to celebrate to fullest extent possible.

X6-88:

"I- I really appreciate this, thank you."

Believe it or not- he actually knows what Valentine's Day is. The still celebrate it in the Institute, but he never really got to partake seeing as synths weren't treated like sentient beings. You giving him something meant the world to him, only further reassuring him that yes, he can feel, and yes, he deserves to be loved. He'll do whatever it takes to make sure you feel the same way.

[taehyungsgrowl]

could you write something angsty with michael or duncan (or both 👀) using “was this all just a game for you?”

y’all know i love making duncan sad so i’m going w my baby dunc for this one just look at him... baby. 

like always... italics indicate a memory/time jump i hope that makes sense

warnings: angst, oral (female receiving)

word count: 1,532 

--

Duncan couldn’t look at her. Where he once saw love in her eyes all he could see was a betrayal. Lies. Empty promises. 

“What don’t I understand, Y/N? Hm?” he pushed his hair back as he paced back and forth. He was so angry, he thought he was vibrating from it. 

“Duncan,” she pleaded. 

“Don’t!” he snapped, “Just don’t even fucking bother.”

“How did you find out?” her eyes dropped to her hand - still adorned with the hefty diamond that promised a life full of love with Duncan. 

--

Duncan’s weight shifted on the bed as he rolled on top of her. His bare chest pressed against her. Everything was so quiet. The back of his hand ran down her cheek, caressing it softly, ending the soft touch by grabbing her chin and tilting it up to kiss her. 

“You haven’t taken it back yet have you?” he chuckled, searching for her hand. His thumb ran over the ring - still making sure it was secured on her hand. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Of course not,” she pecked his lips, “I love you,” 

“I....” Duncan drew out the word, moving his lips down to her jaw, followed by her back, “love....” he kissed along her collarbones, “you...” 

He continued to trail kisses down her bare torso, slowly inching lower and lower. Duncan’s hand found its way between her thighs, feeling her arousal coat his fingers. He smiled into her tummy as he continued his wet trail of kisses. 

“Mrs...” he chuckled, his breath tickling her skin. He kissed her pussy, looking up at her through his dark lashes. 

“Mmm, not yet,” she laughed easily. The sound that could make even Duncan’s heaviest days feel a million times lighter. 

“Not yet,” he repeated, as he moved his lips to her inner thighs, smirking when he noticed her squirming from the anticipation. His words held a double meaning. “But I can’t wait until the day you become my wife.” 

And with those words he dipped her head between her thighs and licked down her slit, not letting her get another word in. Whatever thought she had turned to mush as she gave in to the sensation of his tongue on her pussy. 

Her fingers found themselves tugging on to Duncan’s locks - her bright diamond a sharp contrast to his dark hair. 

--

“How did I find out?” he barked out a humorless laugh. Beyond the point of heartbreak - Duncan was furious. 

“That’s what you decide to go with.. I can’t fucking believe you.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Y/N knew it was his telltale for how upset he was. She felt so small. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she thought. She fucked up and knew nothing she said could make it right. 

“But you want to know how I knew,” the word tasted bitter in his mouth, “You were reckless, Y/N” his voice echoed through the kitchen they stood in. “They saw you,” he shrugged, referencing the story his friends shared of seeing her with another man. “Couldn’t even have been a discreet enough whore and not been caught,” the venom spilled out of his mouth with that one. But he was too angry to care. Even when she winced at the word, he couldn’t bring himself to take it back. 

--

Duncan’s oldest friend and colleague stood at the door to his office. “Duncan, do you have a moment?”

“Yeah, come on in,” Duncan closed his laptop as his friend closed the door behind him and took a seat across from Duncan.

“So, what’s up?” Duncan tidied up the papers on his desk.

His friend sighed, “Listen,” he looked so nervous - but he knew it needed to be said, “I guess there's no easy way to say this so I’m just going to say it.”

“Woah,” Duncan laughed easily, not taking the gravity of his friends tone, “I’m happily taken,” he joked. 

His friend winced - did anyone really enjoy being the bearer of bad news? 

“Duncan, this is serious,” he sighed heavily. “I think Y/N is cheating on you.”

Duncan’s smirk dropped from his face. “You’re being ridiculous. Why would you say that?” Duncan frowned. 

“I wish I didn’t have to tell you, man. Eric and I were at lunch and I saw her! She kissed another man before they had lunch a few tables away. And,” he met Duncan’s eyes, “They walked into the hotel together. This was maybe 40 minutes ago - you can check if don’t believe me. Or talk to her, I don’t know! I just... couldn’t go on without telling you what I saw.”

Duncan felt like he was frozen. 

“Dunc?” 

His felt a lump in his throat. He didn’t know how to explain it, but - his instincts told him his friend was telling the truth. 

Duncan opened his laptop, pulling up the Find my iPhone feature. The loading circle seemed to be taunting him as it turned and turned, pin pointing Y/N’s location. 

Sure enough, she was at the hotel his friend said. 

In an angry fit, he pushed the papers off his desk. There had to be an explanation. 

“Duncan..”

“I just need a fucking minute!”

He nodded and left Duncan alone. 

Duncan started to call. And text. And call again.

Baby, pls call me Call me Y/N?

Not one response. 

He couldn’t be at the office anymore with his mind swirling with ideas. 

He went home and waited. 

--

Fuck, Y/N thought, seeing Duncan’s car. He was never home this early. She looked in the rearview mirror, making sure her makeup looked okay before she headed inside. 

“Hey, babe! You’re home early! I just saw your messages. I was thinking we could go to dinner out in Midtown tonight?” she chattered along, putting her things away, not once looking directly at Duncan.

It wasn’t until she felt the utter stillness of the room that she realized something was wrong. 

The look on his face said it all. 

He knows. 

Her heart dropped to her stomach. 

“Babe? Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know Y/N. Is it?” his deep stare made her feel such shame. “Where were you? And for the love of god, please don’t lie to me.”

Tears started to fall down her face. She knew he knew. 

“I’m sorry.” she cried. 

“For what?” his teeth were clenched now. 

“Don’t make me say it.” she pleaded. She reached out to touch him, but he flinched away. 

“For godsake, Y/N!” he hung his head low, “Why? Why did you? Was I not enough? I fucking trusted you! I love -” he couldn’t finish his words.

“You don’t understand!” she cried.

--

“Was this just a game to you?” She’d never seen Duncan look at her that way. Disgust colored his tone, “Find some rich sucker to marry you while you continued to screw around?” He shook his head.

“You know it’s not like that, Duncan. I love you.”

“No, Y/N. I don’t know what it’s like because instead of explaining shit you decide to ask how I found out?” Duncan sneered, “Fuck you.” 

“If you loved me you wouldn’t have done what you can’t even bring yourself to say,” he continued. “Get out. Two years of us - for nothing. I hope he was worth it, for your sake.” 

Duncan stormed off to the guest room not wanting to be near her or the room that held warm memories of them. He couldn’t bring himself to lie down or keep still. He waited. Impatiently, but he waited. 

Waited for her to knock on the door - to tell him it was just a joke gone wrong - or at the very least tell him why. 

But the knock on the door never came. 

He could hear her shuffling around. Every time he heard her sob, he fought himself from running out to hold her. He was too angry. Too hurt. 

He tired himself out from crying and eventually fell asleep on the unfamiliar bed. 

When he woke again, it was only a quarter past 1:00 AM. The house felt still. 

He walked out to see if she were sleeping. The light in the kitchen was still on, but everything else was dark. 

Sitting on the counter, he found her ring, the ring of promises he made to her, sitting neatly on top of a blush colored paper, scrawled with her handwriting. 

I owe you an explanation - one that’s not just written down. I never meant to hurt you. It was never supposed to be like this. I love you. 

Staying with my mom for a few days. Call me. xo

He took the ring in between two fingers recalling the dozens of shops, both vintage and new, he visited in search of the perfect one for her. Something delicate, but strong. Something beautiful that would last forever.

Something he thought represented them. 

He dropped the ring on the counter again and traced the words on the paper. Duncan was too tired to think. He was too tired to know if he would call. He found himself on his couch, falling asleep mourning what he’d lost. 

--

okay so i’ve had some writers block for a while and!!! ive been reading old request for some inspiration and this one had me typing away :) 

so i hope you guys like it AND i hope it makes sense? sometimes i worry that my time jumps / memories don't translate well when they're typed and that they only make sense in my head?fvjnsrkv

anyway... tagging a few people who are regularly on my taglist + a few that interacted w my post!

@xavierplympton @desertsunflower00 @royalblueviper @dailylangdon  @langdonswhoreprobably@rpwithjayn @xavierplymptonstan @spoo-per @wickedlangdon @leatherduncan @plsfuckmelangdon @bitchchatter @beautyiswithinchaos @blakewaterxx @littledemondani @little-grunge-flowerz @lovelylangdonx @sexwon131 @fckinsupreme @prophecy-is-inevitable @shenevertricks1831 @kissme-throughthephone @shyvirgoanon

[flowerfort]

what are your favorite themes in spinelxreader fics? like fluff, angst, or any of the others.

i’m generally a fluff/comfort person tbh but i do love me the occasional angst! With Spinel though I do kinda have limits cause I noticed anything too dark makes me uncomfortable (has to do w/ Spinel being a major comfort character so I don’t always enjoy seeing her thrown into x reader stories that are a lot more dark/have themes im uncomfy w/). 

also sorry i got a lot to say so these are just mainly rambles!! put it under the cut cause it was kinda long aaa!! thx for the ask though anon! had to rlly think bout this one cause i’ve never rlly thought too much into it! :3c

Fluff ofc!! Any kind of fluff! Cuddling, doing things together, showing spinel something new, date outings, wearing each other’s clothing, spending the morning together, etc!!! It’s good and I’m a touch starved fool who just wants to cuddle and be happy!!! xO

Idiots to lovers trope for obvious reasons xD idk w/ Spinel turning out to be a goofy toon just fits so well?? especially if you throw in how she acts in the beginning of the movie and slowly through the fic, she sorta winds down from her jumpy, cynical villain phase to acting how she acts know around the diamonds. Mainly because I’m self projecting but also because Spinel seems like the type to act goofy and herself around people she trusts so I enjoy the developement of her slowly getting more goofy and trusting after getting to know the reader! Also just anything w/ the reader and spinel acting goofy as fuck and pining over each other is just kfdghfkhg GOOD

hurt/comfort!!! sorry i love angst but i gotta have a comfort ending for it! im a big angst person despite the things i draw!

On the topic of angst, I do also enjoy reading a good angst story! I do kinda have limits w/ it because I have found things that I don’t enjoy putting in spinel fics so there is that. So i enjoy angst but I am very picky on what it entails ya know :0

also gfjgkghg this was more back when the movie originally came out but I RLLY ENJOY SPINEL AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MOVIE AAAA! Don’t rlly know how to phrase that though. I guess you could call it pre rejuvenation!Spinel since that is the most accurate way to describe it! but yesss i was a huge sucker for spinel x reader fics where they met via the beginning of the movie. listen i love goofy spinel but i very much love her getting use to reader and opening up slowly before acting like her goofy self!! guess you coud also call this a gained trust trope!

Spinel AU fics are also rlly good! Big fan of the Greaser!Spinel stuff and the human AUs even if they aren’t a popular thing anymore. It was still fun to see and be apart of it when it was around!

Aaaa that’s about it tbh! Or at least all I can think of atm! I think my top favs would be movie!Spinel/gained trust trope, idiots to lovers, fluff, and hurt/comfort. Any of those in a fic and I probably already love it KHKDKGG

[khadij-al-kubra]

Persephone & Hades AU...

For your consideration, and bearing in mind that the original myth is not really all that toxic at all and is not a show of Stockholm syndrome...

The “””Kidnapping””” of Persephone:

Logan as Hades-

Bespectacled Ruler of the Underworld

Takes his job very seriously (wears a black and blue necktie with his long silky black robes)

Cold pale skin and intelligent grey eyes with slicked back black hair. Looks scarier and meaner than he actually is. (although he can have a bit of a temper if pushed and will have loud sharp outbursts of “FALSEHOOD!”)

Very logical and methodical in how he rules the underworld and keeps the souls passing through organized. Like he’s got the judgement thing down to a T! But despite his cold demeanor he’s actually very generous and kind at heart. He just recognizes the importance of his work and in remaining just yet impartial

Sucker for dogs, hence why he has a three headed one. He just wishes he had more time to play with Cerberus, but alas ruling the dead alone takes up a lot of ones time.

Has a sweet tooth and often indulges in jams made from the pomegranates that grow in his realm.

Is on decent enough relations with his brothers (Emile as Poseidon and Deceit as Zeus), although he STILL thinks that Deceit cheated in their straw draws, but let it go because he’s actually best suited as the more organized brother for ruling the dead.

Is secretly very lonely. Once in a blue moon he’ll sneak up to the surface for fresh air and sunlight. One day he spots a certain someone in a flower field who takes his breath away. (can you blame him, i mean that smile! )

Patton as Persephone-

Supreme flower child! (flowy sky blue clothes, grass green eyes, sun-kissed freckly skin and wheat colored curls, barefoot, flower crown)

Loves gardening, animals, and helping his father Demeter (Roman) with the changing seasons. Loves Roman to bits....He just wishes he wasn’t so overprotective. Like come ON dad, i’m a grown god, i can look after myself. I don’t run off on my own THAT much!

Is protective and loving towards most all forms of life and tries to see the good in each and every soul, both mortal and god/goddess #momfriendtothemax

Unless given reason to feel otherwise. Then...weeeell at the least he’ll give you a stern talking to but at worst...lets just say you DONT want to get on the bad side of someone who can grow massive and sharp thorn bushes and effect earthquakes when pushed too far. XO

Sometimes gets bored with the same old routine with Roman and wishes to get away and see something new from time to time. Maybe have some quiet time to make his own floral crafts and garden peacefully for fun and not work.

Often sneaks off when Roman is busy and goes wandering along dirt paths, sit under or climb a tree, or frolic in the flowers.

Roman as Demeter -

God of the Harvest, but like, EXTRA in all ways shape or form. (”we can top last years crop no problem, MORE WHEAT STALKS!” “No dad, we can’t, then there’ll be too much in this region and not enough for the next.” “LONGER SUMMER!!” “No! Bad idea dad! That’ll throw the seasons off”)

Often dresses in flowing gold threaded and sunset colored robes, but will change ensemble to match the seasons.

Enjoys watching the goings ons of the mortals, they’re just so entertaining! Especially is fond of traveling thespians and will bless the harvest of wherever they perform in.

Loves his son more than anything and has him help in godly duties because it keeps him close so he can keep an eye on Patton MUST KEEP PRECIOUS BAB SAFE!!!

Stubborn (but will never own up to it)

Virgil as Charon-

In charge of Ferrying souls across the River Styx

Doesn’t mind his job all that much but is #done with soooo many of these complaining, noisy and often rude or entitled souls. (like, NO dude, i don’t care who you were ruler of in the living world. Its two coins for passage like everyone else buddy!)

Really just wants a nap (often tries to hit up Remy a.k.a. Morpheus but he shows up late ALL the time)

Is actually very compassionate and gentle. He tries to ease the fears of souls who he sees are younger or were genuinely good in life or died in unfair ways.

Lives for the dark skull & bones aesthetic

Master of snark

Plays chess with Logan when either of them have some rare down time

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One day Roman and Patton are off doing their nature godly duties, and Roman is nagging his son about the proper way to harvest corn. (”Yes father, i know how to do it. you’ve only told me like a hundred times” “well i just want to make sure to remind you and that you don’t cut yourself on the sickle”)

Patton sneaks off one day to pick flowers since it’ll probably be the last bloom before autumn sets. Suddenly he sees a curious crack in the ground and ambles over to it to take a look. (”what sort of creature could’ve made this deep thing?”) He leans in too far however and pulls an Alice in Wonderland.

Turns out that crack was made by Logan. Apparently he’d become so deeply smitten by Patton that he went to his older brother Deceit/Zeus for advice. (Yes he was a dick and a little shit at times-although took his duties seriously when need be-and tricked many of his lovers into bed, but Emile didn’t have nearly as much love experience as their elder brother & Logan was desperate)

Deceit had actually been pleased when his too serious brother told him that he’d fallen for the spring god. His advice to Logan had been to simply kidnap Patton and either bed him then woo him or woo him and then bed him. Logan, of course, didn’t listen because that was the stupidest idea ever! (”what under earth was i thinking? This is the guy who turned himself into a cygnini in order to copulate with a woman behind his wife’s back.”) Besides, he was too painfully shy and socially awkward to try wooing. (He worked with the dead for crying out loud, not the best circumstances for practicing social skills)

He did however create a crack in the ground so he could sneak peeks at Patton from below the earth and admire him from afar. However, he’d been called back on an emergency and forgot to close one particular crack up before leaving again.

So sufficed to say, he was fairly shocked when he suddenly heard screaming above him one day. He looked up to find one Patton falling towards him and just caught him in his arms in time. (BLUSH CITY ON BOTH PARTS)

Patton thanks Logan but is admittedly miffed at him when he learns Logan was the one who’d made that crack in the ground. “What were you thinking leaving a big hole in the earth like that? Some poor oblivious mortal or animal could’ve fallen into it and gotten hurt!” “Apologies I-it was a foolish oversight on my part. i-I certainly hope you are uninjured?”

After a while Patton forgives him when he sees how truly sorry this (admittedly) scary and stern looking god is. (lest we forget he’s one of the big three) And Logan is honestly just trying not to show how flustered he is. i mean Patton is there in his realm! They both realize the crack is far too high up for Patton to get back out through right away. So Logan offers to have Patton stay in his palace until he can fetch his assistant Virgil/Charon to help Patton back up the next day. IN HIS OWN QUARTERS, OF COURSE! Logan says blushing, trying to be a gentleman. Patton agrees, promising upon Logan’s request to only follow one rule: “You must NOT eat anything”. Strange, but okay. Besides, it’ll be nice getting a break from his father. And it’s just for one night, right? (WRONG!)

Patton ends up having to wait longer than he realized because both Logan and Virgil are super busy with ferrying and judging souls. So he wanders around the Underworld. (of course he is marked with untouchable safety from almost everything as a guest of Logan) 

One night however Patton finds himself stumbling upon a sparse garden. He’s surprised that anything is capable of growing down there in the realm of the dead, but even more shocked by the poor state of it. “Really, just look at the se rose bushes. They’re so brittle!” (it’s not Logan’s fault. He’s a busy boi. plus the god of the dead doesn’t exactly have a green thumb) Really the only thing flourishing down there is a single Pomegranate tree. The fruits on it look so red and shiny and juicy and...well...whats the worst that could happen if he eats just a few seeds?

Of course if you know the myth, it means now Patton cant leave. Because, well, greek god realm rules. Sufficed to say, Patton is pretty miffed that Logan hadn’t thought to tell him why he shouldn’t eat the darn fruit in the first place. Logan is greatly frustrated at Patton because a) he didn’t listen, and b) he actually has a point there and he does NOT like being wrong. Still, nothing to be done about it now.

Over time they cool off and apologize to each other. Patton’s still kind of mad though because now he can’t go home at all if he wanted too, but he recognizes that Logan wasn’t forcing him to stay on purpose. So he get’s over it and tries to make the best out of the situation. At least he can finally get away from Roman’s nagging for a while. 

* Meanwhile in the living world, a frantic and angry Roman raises hell. “WHERE IS MY BOOOOYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?” (Thebes did not have a good crop that year)

While in the Underworld Patton starts talking to some souls, listening to their stories and offering kind and comforting words. Which as it turns out makes them more at ease and willing to go for judgement as they pass on. Logan’s fondness for Patton grows as he witnesses these acts of compassion and kindness. He also comes to respect Patton when he sees just how fierce he can be in the face of those who’d been cruel or unjust in life. ”I’m sorry, you did what to how many people!? and NOW you’ve got the nerve to demand entrance into Elysium young man!? Logan, hold my flower.” “Fret not Patton. I have your bougainvillea.”     (art link for this scene)

Meanwhile Patton cant help but notice that, although he’s stern and serious on the outside, Logan is actually a very gentle god deep down. (he picks up on this from the soft tone of Logan’s voice as he speaks to souls being judged who’d suffered in life, or the way he reassures the more anxious ones with facts and logic about the afterlife that set them at eases “it’s not all punishment and Tartarus you know. Statistically few souls on the grand scale are malign enough to enter there. The Asphodel Meadows are quite pleasant, I assure you.”)

Logan works so hard and tirelessly at his often depressing job, but never acts mean or harsh unless a soul is nasty or rude or was truly evil, and Patton gains an admiration of him for that. (besides, he is actually quite handsome and beautiful in a cold distant way, like the stars and moonlight on a midsummers night) Patton also sees what a softie Logan can be when he’s playing with Cerberus. (”Who’s my excellent tri-headed canine? Who is a good demon dog?”) Patton gushes and of course Cerberus and Patton LOVE each other. Watching Patton play with the big dog becomes Logan’s newest favorite thing. (”By the gods Virgil, it is too precious to process!”) 

Sometimes Patton will keep Logan company when there’s a lull in souls. He’ll tell Logan about all the different places he’s seen and what mortals are like when still alive. Logan meanwhile will often go into rants about the fascinating bits of knowledge he’s accumulated over the years from souls who’ve lived full lives. Logan enjoys having someone who enjoys listening to him (not that Virgil isn’t a respectful listener, but Logan sometimes wonders if he only does is because he’s his boss) And Patton really likes being able to share his own opinions and ideas without condescendingly albeit gently being told, (“no, no, my silly sweet boy. This is the right way to do it. Now eat your cereal, you need the fiber sweet pea”) Having picked up some of the mortal’s sense of humor, Patton is very much a fan of word play and LOVES making puns. Logan is...less than amused by them. However, the first time he makes Patton laugh with a clever quip (about Virgil or one of the more disgruntled souls) he swore the whole Underworld actually lit up. He treasures every time he can make that precious god laugh and smile.

Heck, even Virgil warms up to Patton and actually becomes VERY protective of the spring god. Patton sees through to his anxious softie center and enjoys talking to Virgil who is a very good listener. Meanwhile Virgil finds Patton’s sunny disposition refreshing and his warm presence calming. Patton will often keep Virgil company, but can’t always bring himself to follow when he has to ride across the River Styx. The memories and voices coming off the water just make him too sad.

Virgil ends up playing wingman for Logan. He tells Logan how Patton’s been a bit down in the dumps and recommends Logan cheer him up with a present. “That is an excellent idea Virgil, but what? What could possibly be good enough for that sweet honeysuckle?” “Well you’ve spied on him enough times- and don’t try to deny it boss- what does he like?” 

Sufficed to say, Patton LOVES his surprise underworld garden that Logan had worker rigorously on creating for him. He knows it couldn’t have been easy. Of course, being the god of the dead, Logan cannot maintain the garden and Patton is more than happy to have free creative reign over it. He giddily catches Logan in a big hug, and is pleased when a blushing Logan returns the heartfelt embrace, pressing a tender kiss to Patton’s forehead. Then he takes a blushing Patton’s hands in his.

”Patton, my honeysuckle, sunshine of my heart...I cannot contain it any longer. For so long you’ve been the object of my affection, but over the course of our time together down here, although the circumstances had been less than idea, my love for you has only deepened. Would you perhaps...although I am not worthy of you...would you consider marrying me, and ruling the Underworld by my side?” By now Patton is blushing like crazy and in tears because, although he’d been mad at Logan for getting him stuck down there at first, he realizes that he’s come to deeply love the dark god too. Logan worries that he’s crossed a line but then Patton beams and looks up at him with tears in his eyes. “Oh Lo-lo, my brilliant beautiful lobelia blossom, I-” BAM!

Cue a properly pissed off Roman crashing down to the Underworld. He’s also got Deceit/Zeus with him by the ear. “AHA! So THIS is where you’ve been keeping my precious boy!” “Deceit, you told him!?” “He got it out of me. Sorry, not Sorry. I may be the ruler of the gods, but Roman is quite -ow- convincing when angry.”

Roman rushes over to Patton and they embrace, because although it was nice having time to himself Patton did miss his beloved father. After Roman fusses over Patton-“Are you alright? Are you hurt? have you been eating properly?” “yes, yes, i’m fine father. I promise!”- Roman unleashes verbal hell on, well, the god of hell. He reprimands Logan for kidnapping his son, but Patton quickly comes to Logan’s defense saying that it wasn’t his fault and the whole thing had been an accident, not a kidnapping. When he hears the whole story Roman does calm down a bit, and is admittedly happy to see Patton so happily in love as well. (he may be a helicopter parent, but the god of the harvest is quite the romantic at heart and loves seeing Patton so happy. Even if he doesn’t think the doom and gloom Logan is good enough for his precious little sunflower) 

But upon finding out about the pomegranate sees he practically begs Logan to release him so that Patton can come back to the land of the living with him. (besides, he does still need him to help with the seasons and crops) Logan apologizes, saying it’s impossible and there’s nothing he can do. He just doesn’t have that kind of power. Then all three hear Deceit clear his throat.

“Ahem. God of gods speaking, and if you’re all done blubbering, i may have a solution.” So he tells them that there may be a loophole he can work around. He’ll give Logan his blessing to marry Patton, who will also be allowed to go back upworld with Roman, but on the condition that Patton spends part of the year co-ruling the Underworld. He tells them that for the number of pomegranate seeds that Patton ate, he’ll be obligated to spend a month with Logan. “Well darling, how many seeds did you eat?” They all look at Patton expectantly. Technically Patton only at 3 seeds, but heckitty heck, he really wants more time with Logan than three months. And frankly, he enjoyed the idea of getting some time away from Roman too, bless him but he cannot face so much nagging again! 

He lies and says six. Only six seeds. Because it’s not like anyone was there to see him or could know. Weeeell maybe the all seeing god of gods, but Deceit just winks and smirks at Patton, pressing a finger in secrecy to his lips behind Logan and Roman’s backs. So it’s agreed that Patton will spend the summer and spring half of the year in the Living world with Roman and the fall and winter half ruling the Underworld with Logan.

Before he goes back up with Roman though, Patton and Logan are wed. It’s Logan’s first and only time back to Olympus (he forgot how bright and noisy it was up there!) and all the greek gods and goddesses bear witness to their union. Even Virgil is granted a short vacation to be the witness of honor for his two favorite immortals. As it turns out the months apart end up being good for Roman as well as Patton. He gets a lot more work done now that he isn’t constantly fretting (actively anyways) over Patton or keeping him out of trouble or from wandering. 

When they consummate their marriage for the first time, hoooboi! Logan’s so bashful but respectful (never having been with any other being before, mortal or immortal) and Patton thinks its adorably sweet. Having been topside, well, lets just say Patton snuck off every now and then when he could to “frolic” with a few naiads and mortals he found sweet or lovely. So he ends up being a thorough teacher to Logan. Turns out they’re quite compatible in more ways than one ;)

Patton ends up being a fantastic co-king of the underworld. Heck, he’s even incorporated the new job into his aesthetic (he always wears a crown of flowers and bird skulls in the Underworld) and, as it turns out, can be even scarier than Logan! Only when some foolish soul makes him mad or gets on his bad side. So none do. And with the souls being more behaved it takes the pressure off of Virgil and Logan a LOT. But for the most part Patton remains a sweet, kind and benevolent co-ruler to the dead souls, and balances out Logan’s stricter judgements quite well. Logan now has a bit more breather time to read and play with Cerberus since he’s not the only one in charge of the whole Underworld anymore. And he and Patton LOVE spending time together in Patton’s dark yet flourishing underworld garden! 

Patton is always so happy to go back to the Living world with Roman when winter’s over. Of course he hates leaving Logan and misses him. Logan doesn’t do a very good job of hiding his sadness and tears, but understands. He does get a bit clingy their last nights though. (he becomes a kissy snuggly fiend)  Virgil always promises Patton that he’ll take care of Logan while he’s gone. But Patton is a child of the earth and he does tend to miss the sunshine and his father. So he get’s back to work with a newfound exuberance, making the flowers grow, spending time with Roman and frolicking about the world. He always does his best to bring back a new scroll or star map for Logan, who treasures every gift and is slowly building a library for himself.

Sufficed to say, the decades pass by, Logan and Patton attentively fulfill their godly duties, and remain happily and devotedly in love with one another.

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REPLYING TO ANON MESSAGES 

This is another lengthy reply to all those lovely messages so I don’t spam you! Once again, no prompts filled here- they would be separate posts, so if you’re waiting on a fill, i promise it’ll come through eventually XD All you need to know is there will be a part 4 to the Mafia AU with Starker, Winterspider, Spidershield and Strange x Peter. It’ll be about two weeks but it is happening and I’ll let you all know! Keep sending me amazing ideas and being as gorgeous and wonderful as always. 

1) So um I was the person that randomly confessed to you the other day and I sent another ask to confirm that it was indeed you who I was massively crushing on and you were thinking it might be another blog,no it’s 100% you.Idk what tumblr did to that ask I feel like it disappeared but I just wanted to make sure that you know it was you bc how can you even doubt someone could be crushing on you I literally feel like Peter in every starker fic ever when he sees Tony whenever I see your username im-

Hello, gorgeous! Yes, I did get your other message but i’m so sorry I didn’t reply! It’s been so hectic and I’ve been travelling :(( but i am so flattered. I don’t know why because i am certain you could have anyone with how kind you are. You are the sweetest thing ever and you are such a darling I cannot even deal with it. You can message me whenever you like, or stay anonymous if you feel more comfortable <3, but there’s no need to be nervous, honeybee! IM NERVOUS because i can never ever live up to your adorableness hahaha. Stay as beautiful as I know you are! xxx 

2) @thebadthingshappen: I just wanted to say that your writing is really amazing and a great inspiration as someone who wants to start writing starker. I always look forward to your updates and appreciate the time and effort you put into everything. If you ever need someone to talk to or bounce ideas off of I’m here and my inbox is always open. :D

First, um, I love your username so hard. I read it entirely in Peter’s voice. Second, this is the sweetest thing ever oh my gosh. I ALWAYS WANT SOMEONE TO TALK TO so I’d love to message you!!!! The next time I’m stuck for ideas i’ll come and spam you! Or you can message me whenever ;) x

3) ConstructionWorkerTony-anon here. Just... Thank you! 💕💕💕 that was great :)

NO THANK YOU. I’m so happy you liked it, because I know I added a bunch of kinks you didn’t ask for and I got worried but -yay!!!! 

4) @hunka-munka OMG I JUST FINISHED READING YOUR MAFIA STARKER FIC AND I AM IN LOOOOOOOVEEEEE omg omg I'm going through so many emotions 🙈first off I adooooooore how you wrote bucky I squealed in every scene he was in lol that ending for the 3rd part slaayyyyyed me are you planning on doing a 4th part??? I absolutely love the different dynamics between Peter and the rest of the characters it's so much fun to read about. Sorry for the long ask aaaaahhh i just needed to scream about it!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS MADE MY WHOLE DAY. Ahhhhhh, you are so sweet!!! I am planning a fourth part! It’s pretty much planned (and you will have more bucky, you precious bean) but it’s going to take a while to write cuz my classes start back up again :(( I’ll let you know when it’s out though! (should be about 2 weeks!) 

5) @hoe4parker I JUST READ THE THIRD PART OF THE MAFIA FIC W BUCKY AND STEVE AND TONY AS PETER’S DADDIES AND IT WAS SO SO SO GOOD

Yeah, I don’t deserve you, let’s be real. You guys are all so frickin kind I can’t even deal with it. 

6) Oh my god!!!!!! Mild social anxiety anon here to tell you that part 3 is amazing!!!!

*sobs with appreciation* honey!!!!! I can get mild social anxiety sometimes too, and you are so amazing and AHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, this put a huge smile on my face!!!! 

7) Ahhhh.... Part 3 was excellent!... I kind of wish Steve and Bucky had a thing and at some point they kiss (just a loving kiss... or fuck you know, whatever) and Peter see's it and gets sad or maybe he had a bad day and Tony's somewhere and he just wanted to get home and fuck or cuddle one of them and then he see's that and he's jealous. That'd be fun. I'm such a sucker for angst and conflict... and hate-fucking. Great stuff xd Seriously, I love this series though... -🦊

Honey, I’m sorry I’m answering this in this section because that means it won’t get filled :(( but that’s only because I’ll ship peter with everyone, and even though i think steve and bucky is the cutest thing ever, I just don’t write them very well :(( IM SORRY HONEY that being said, i love angst and conflict too, so maybe there’ll be some more of that sometime!!!! thank you so much foxy, for your lovely comments seriously, they made me so happy. 

8) The Mafia Boss Tony Part 3 was stunning and for some reason the very end was funny to me... I think it's cause I have PTSD and still get panic attacks and occasionally pass out from them but they're acting like he died. And my head is just like 'Guys. Calm the fuck down. Put some actual clothing on the kid so he's warm enough. Lie him down. Yes, have someone in there to check his breathing. He's gonna be a little disoriented... but he's not dead guys... calm the hell down'. It's brilliant XD

Dude, I died laughing XD I get panic attacks sometimes (very mild and no ptsd, but you do and ahhhh I was so scared you were gonna say I messed it up but you didn’t and you’re so sweet!!! And honey, I’m sorry you have them :( but i know you’re strong and amazing <3) and they do overreact so much but it’s like my god awful attempt at drama hahaha, thank you so much for this comment, it honestly made me so happy. 

9) Is there going to be a fourth mafia au? I’m in love with the ones have posted ❤️❤️ 

YES THERE WILL BE BECAUSE LOVELY PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE SO ENCOURAGING 

10) MAFIA PART 3 OH MY GOD im :(( abt peter like i want my babey safe and feelin good awh ((also i love your writing sm ur so good))

seriously. I don’t deserve you. you guys are all gonna get such good karma with all the positivity you put out into the world. I’m so happy you enjoyed it! x PS, Peter will be feeling good, hahaha, he’s gonna get spoilt rotten by everyone. 

10)  @aggressively-precious AYE part two of your mafia AU is a goddamn GIFT you're my hero xo

YOU are a gift, seriously. thank you for existing and bringing joy into my life. 

11) this fandom is full of talented and sweet people, I'm so thankful for having y'all really. have a nice day love ❤

*sobs* it really is! thank YOOUUUU 

[clowntothewest]

hi there!! i'm beginning to lose track of my asks ksdjflasj im sorry but anyways! hope you are doing well!! how is your day going? hope school isn't too stressful!! these last few weeks always feel like a giant sucker punch for sure. i wanted to ask some of the prompts again because i like them and i'm excited to see your response :) so: do you believe in astrology, why or why not? what's your sign? xo, bitch pack secret anon 🎁

Hey!! Day going good we vibing, I do not believe in astrology but I love hearing people tell me things about myself so I enjoy it regardless, I'm a scorpio!

[greeneyedgirls4]

Always here

Request for anon - Sebastian Stan in which the reader often gets migraines and he kinda helps her when she's going through one? With like a lot of fluff bc I’m a sucker for it.

Fluff. Migraines. Oh a dog! Happy ending (you all know me so well). Feedback is always welcome and if you have a one shot request, storyline/character/real person or numbers request then please read here. Thanks for the request and enjoy!  My Masterlist is here. :)

You didn’t want to text him. You didn't want him to know that you need him for nearly every migraine you get. After nearly an hour you lift your phone and hoover over his name but end up pressing the message button instead.

Hey Seb, can you come over please? xo

You wait for his reply but as the minutes tick by and your migraine gets worse, you end up just crawling into bed and hoping this day would end already. He’s probably busy with work or trying to chat up some new girl.

Just as your head hits the pillow you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Is it your head again? I’ll be over in 5 anyway, I have a surprise for you. - Seb xx

Putting the phone on the table beside your bed you close your eyes and relax to the sounds of New York traffic outside your window.

You wake to someone licking your hand which has fallen over the edge of the bed. Blinking to adjust to the midday light you feel it again only this time you hear Seb laughing and the sound of claws scrapping your wooden floor.

“I got him this morning.” Seb says when you sit up in bed and look down at the small Jack Russell puppy trying to climb up onto your bed. To you this bed is low but to it this bed must be the equivalent of Mount Everest.

“What’s his name?” You ask, scooping him up so he is sitting in between you and Seb on the bed.

You look at Seb who is smiling down at you. “I-I thought we could name him.”

“Why u-” Your cut off by a sharp pain shooting across your head again.

“It’s alright.. just breathe.” You hear Seb say as his hand gently rubs your back.

After a few minutes the pain seems to dull down a bit and you smile up at Seb as if in a thanking way. “Sorry.. so why us?”

“Well technically he will be mine but when I’m away or filming or anything then I thought you could take him. We can buy 2 of everything but keep one blanket between us so he always has that comfort for going to each of our apartments. What do you think?”

You look down and the little bundle of brown and white sleeping on your bed before smiling. “He looks like a Bruno.”

“Bruno it is!” Seb replies and you smile up at him like a fool in heat. “Now you mind Bruno and I’ll make you some soup.”

“Noodles.”

He turns at your request. “Noodles then. Any particular flavour or will I just pick one at random and hope your fussiness will like it?”

You laugh at his attempt at humour. “Anything will do thanks.”

After a good ten minutes Seb still hasn't came out of the kitchen and you can distinctly hear a few curse words in Romanian coming through your bedroom door.

Rolling your eyes you make your way into the kitchen only to laugh at the devastation he has caused. Pots and pans are all over the floor, most of the cupboards are wide open and Seb is looking a bit hot under the collar. “I couldn't find some of your stuff.. did you change this place around?”

“I redecorated last week. God men are so bad at noticing these things.” You mumble, taking the bowl from his hands, putting the noodles into it and boiling the kettle. “See. Simple.”

“Well it said you could also do them on the hob.”

“Seb just take the easy option next time and put them in some hot water in the bowl then stir every now and again.”

You watch him smirk before he places a hand against your head. “How long has this migraine lasted?”

“About an hour and pretty much that whole time I was debating on whether to call you over or not.” You say, leaning against his strong chest while his arms wrap around your waist. “It’s why I sent the text so that maybe you would see it.”

“You know I’m always here.” You hear him say, his lips placing a small kiss on the top of your head causing your cheeks to heat up.

You pull away from him without a word when the kettle boils and you slowly go over to put the hot water into the bowl of noodles. After that is done you grab a fork and make your way back to bed, leaving Seb standing in the middle of the messy kitchen.

When you finish your bowl of noodles, you make your way into the now newly cleaned kitchen. Did Seb clean? Where is he even? Looking into the living room you notice he has fallen asleep on your sofa. His long legs barely fitting but right now all you cared about was making sure he was warm enough. With the cold weather outside this would be all you needed, the famous Sebastian Stan dying on your sofa. Lifting a blanket, you place it over him and give him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

This was going to be a good day. You were sure of it.

Tagging: @deathbyukmen @ex-bookjunky @fanboyswhereare-you and anyone else who wants to read this. If you want tagged in any of my stories or certain character/actor stories then please let me know :) Just have a look at my Masterlist and tell me which characters/people you would like to be tagged in from now on.

[ilovesamheughan]

@wecouldhangout I wish your reply was on a re-blog, so I can comment on it. But I agree with you. We maybe expecting Sam to nail it every time, why couldn’t he, he is that talented. There are more to filming than just the actors acting. One thing for sure, everyone gave this movie their best intention.

I will watch it, I will enjoy it, I will love it. Truth be told I am sucker for silly odd films. I watched Odd Thomas and loved it. Apparently, it was badly written and acted and it bombed at the box office. I don’t see those at all. I have not watched a Leo di Caprio movie in full, or those of Johnny Depp’s or any Marvel movies (sorry). Yet I love a small indie movie titled Once. The acting was not that impressive but It won an Oscar for its music.

So ladies, I’m very thankful for the feedback and GIFs, I feel like I’ve seen the movie already. I have such a one-track mind when it comes to our Samshine, so I have pre-decided to love it already. xo

And those haters who say that NSTs are panning the movie, we are not. We are discussing our individual opinions as honestly as we can. Thank you.

“WHEN THE STARLIGHT ENDS”: A not quite ready for prime time movie with some moments that were on target and others that sadly missed the mark

When the Starlight Ends felt like two different movies that were poorly grafted onto each other; it also felt like two different performances from Sam Heughan. One half of the movie and of Sam’s performance was touching, deep and sweet; the other half was overplayed in an attempt to be comic.

There was some awful writing as well as some thought provoking passages and emotionally powerful moments.

Needless to say my response to this film was mixed. I liked some parts and I cringed at other parts.

The Not-So-Good

First, let’s get the troubling parts of the film/ Sam’s performance out of the way.

I could have done without ALL of the scenes where Jacob (Sam) as a writer was play acting different “stories” in his imagination (opposite his “muse” Cassandra–Arabella Oz). These segments seemed to have been played up for comedy by the writer/ director Adam Sigal but they just came across as amateurish skits in which Jacob, playing one of his characters, typically ended up getting shot.

Sam filmed Starlight in 2015. Sam’s acting has gotten more subtle over time. However, during the first season of Outlander, I could sometimes see his larger than life stage training swamp his more subtle film acting. That occasionally happened in Starlight, especially in the “story” segments.

However, Sigal might have encouraged Sam’s acting choices for the “story” segments. For instance, Sigal said in an April 2015 interview:

“[Sam’s] performance is very understated and, at times, complex. For instance, at a point in this film, [Jacob] decides to write himself as a different character–someone he knows, and thus he basically “swaps places” with his neighbor, Ralph. Sam had to study the actor playing Ralph (Sean Patrick Flannery), and adopt some of his mannerisms, how he spoke, etc. I don’t think he does a ton of that sort of thing on Outlander.”

I think Sam studied Patrick Flannery’s “mannerisms” but didn’t emotionally embody the Ralph character. As a result, IMHO it was one of Sam’s weakest performances in the film. Yet Sigal seemed to think that was one of his more exceptional performances.

And then there was Sam’s slightly off American accent. At times I noticed it (and it distracted slightly from the story telling) and at times I didn’t. But given that Sam as Jacob did a lot of narration in the film, the director should have taken the time to make sure Sam’s accent was better honed. 

Finally, there was the sometimes cringey dialogue:

Granted, this was probably meant to be cringey because it was a part of one of the “stories” that Jacob was “writing.” But still. 😬

The Mediocre

Arabella Oz’s Cassandra (and “imaginary” characters Cindy O’Hare, Carli and Chelsea) are uniformly fine but not memorable. Her performance doesn’t help the audience understand why Jacob is so obsessed with Cassandra. She’s pretty and is believable in her roles but she is also lackluster (except for the little bit of edge she shows as Chelsea). 

The Good–and Sometimes Sublime

When Sam was fully emotionally embodying the character of Jacob, we saw the subtlety that makes Sam a fine actor. And it was fun “falling in love” with him as a completely different kind of man than Jamie.

There were moments where you could feel Jacob’s heartbreak by simply looking in his eyes.

Similarly, sometimes Adam Sigal’s writing was thought provoking:

And the ending was one of the best parts. 

If only the film had more of these qualities, it would have been a much more enjoyable and memorable experience. 

Oh well. They were operating on a limited budget. They were probably not able to do many takes of each scene. And we know the writer/ director did not have input in the editing and final cut of the film.

Still, IMHO the original script was flawed because it still contained the poorly conceived parts where Jacob imagined the various “stories” he was writing. Consequently, I don’t know how the film could have worked, even with more time to film, a bigger budget, and the writer/ director having a say in editing the final cut.

That’s just my opinion, I’d love to hear what others thought.

Posted 03.15.18; updated 03.16.18