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na-ta-sh-aa · 10 months ago

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Every time Roo and BG make me shed tears, but they were tears of joy and I'm so happy I shed them! This chapter was so beautiful and seeing how much they love each other warms my heart every time🥹🫶🏼

“Ignore it. Ignore everything. That was all you could do. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Focus on the presentation. Focus on not throwing up. That was the key.”

Poor BG there are so many things to think about and keep under control for her!

"Seriously, are you sure you're okay?" she whispered as the guards inspected the car.”

What if Cat starts to suspect more and more that BG is hiding something from her?

"Sounds good," he agreed, taking his phone out to let you know about his plans. After work, when he was eating a bowl of cereal for dinner, you finally wrote back.”

The fact that Bradley is eating cereal like Jake predicted makes me laugh a little😂

“This was admittedly not the best time for phone sex. He paused as he said, "Nat just got here, but if you need me to cancel the movie plans, I can do that."

Aww the way Bradley always puts BG first🥹

“His best friend took the phone right out of his hand and had a full conversation with you while she rummaged through the refrigerator and helped herself to a seltzer. Bradley stood there as patiently as he could, simultaneously feeling annoyed that you were telling Nat all about your presentation while also feeling relieved that he remembered to hide the ultrasound photos. You and his friend laughed and laughed together, and then he started tapping his wrist to get her to move things along.”

I love the friendship between Nat and BG so much! Good thing Bradley remembered to remove the ultrasound photos! And I love how Bradley is a little jealous that BG is telling and talking to Nat instead of him, I love how he wants to spend every available minute with his wife🥹

“Here's your husband back," she told you. "Have fun in Annapolis. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone less annoying."

The way Nat teases and drives Bradley crazy will never stop making me laugh, she's definitely the best😂

“But you were just laughing now as he held the phone to his ear and followed Nat out to the driveway. He had to kick aside so much trash to get in her car, he was about to offer to drive instead, but she was already starting the engine. "This is fucking disgusting," he told her, covering the mouthpiece of his phone. "Clean your shit."

Nat's dirty car will never change and I love how Bradley hates this detail!😂

"I was talking to Commander Patterson after my presentation, and I swear Roo, he asked me if Top Gun aviation was a good fit for me, and all I could think about was your cock the whole time. I even told him that things from Top Gun aviation are a really snug fit for me!"

This was hot, as was the fact that she remembered such spicy moments between her and Bradley🫠

“He growled out your first name. "I absolutely do, but I think perhaps we should talk about that later?"

Bradley was truly phenomenal for how he managed to stay calm and for the answers he gave without giving rise to suspicion😂

"Sorry," he added, trying to remember how to talk. Right now you were possibly getting off while listening to old voicemail messages that you kept? Of him just talking to you? Jesus, why was that making him so hot?”

BG always manages to make Bradley lose his mind🫠 I love how she is always on his mind!

"I'm sorry. No more one word answers. Let's go. It's time for Tom Cruise."

The detail of the movie with Tom Cruise was brilliant!

“Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: baby girl, i'm going to need you to describe in detail for me exactly how you got off. while listening to my voicemails? please, as much detail as you can. i hope you came hard thinking about me. i love you. the movie was good. i'll take you next week if you want.”

In my opinion Bradley didn't sleep at night trying to imagine BG while she got off listening to his voicemails!

"Your Daddy has a nice voice, little nugget," you whispered, pressing one gentle palm to your belly.”

His voice is so sexy!

“She shrugged and poked her silverware. "If they can't get along, then I'll have to decide if I can reasonably keep putting everyone through this. I'll likely never be able to afford my own place, and Bernie is the only family I still talk to. But Jake...." She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she said, "I wasn't expecting to ever fall in love again."

Noo Cat please think about it! Jake is really serious about her and to see how attached he already is and how much he cares for Jeremiah is so beautiful, it would break his heart.😭

“Hey, so you wouldn't mind too much if I actually used the car today?"

Does she want to go visit Bradley's parents and tell them she's pregnant?🥹

“Bradley loved flying, but more and more he had been considering what might come next for him. One day he could get injured or fail an eye exam. Then what? Other than being home with you and the nugget at that point, he didn't know what else the Navy could offer him.”

Maybe I misunderstood and I'm wrong, but is he thinking about retiring?

“You bit your lip and looked between the phone screen and something else before you knelt down on the ground. "I just had this silly idea earlier when I was eating breakfast." You tilted the phone away from your face, and then Bradley knew exactly where you were. "But I thought we could tell them the news together? Let them be the first to know?"

“He pulled his sunglasses from his face and stared at his phone screen as tears blurred his vision. "Baby Girl," he gasped as he looked at his parents' gravesite. Both headstones were decorated with fresh flowers which you must have just placed there today, and you had tucked an ultrasound photo underneath a few pebbles as well.”

“Do you want to tell them?" you asked, your voice just the softest whisper that made him ache even more.”

“Yeah," he managed to say as he fought to keep his composure as a tear slid down his cheek. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. That's not just my perfect wife sitting there with you. That's your grandchild, too."

The beauty of this moment is indescribable, the fact that BG thought of such a beautiful thing shows how much she always thinks of Bradley and how much she loves him! And Bradley's emotion and beauty in telling his parents that he and his wife will be parents is priceless. It's truly so wonderful and special that they were the first to know about the beautiful news that Bradley and BG are experiencing and cherishing for now🥹I can't wait for the moment when they tell everyone, I don't know why but I have a feeling that when they tell especially to Mav it will be a really special moment!

“You curled up on your side next to the ultrasound photo as you said, "Yeah. It seemed like a no-brainer. I thought they should be the first ones to know."

"Fuck." He had to fight for composure. "I would marry you a hundred times. A thousand times. I would marry you a million fucking times, Sweetheart."

“You laughed softly. "I'd let you."

Aww🥹

“He didn't want to say it, but he knew this meant the baby was nice and healthy. "Why don't you curl up with Carole again, Baby Girl. She told me she threw up non-stop when she was pregnant. I'm sure she can commiserate."

“Actually, I think I will," you told him when you picked up the phone once again. "I'm going to hang out with my in-laws a little longer. Have a chat about how much I adore their son. Maybe get their opinion on some baby names."

The sweetness of this part🥹

“He laughed. "Don't let them talk you into Bradley Junior."

Bradley Junior😂

This chapter was so sweet and emotional! I loved how even though they were apart they were able to share so many emotions with each other. The part where BG went to see Carole and Goose made me cry rivers of tears, it was such a beautiful and special moment, a surprise that I think Bradley wasn't expecting but which made him so happy and reiterated once again what a wonderful woman BG is! I love reading about them so much, they are so important and special to me!🥹💗✨

Always Ever Only You Part 32 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You try to keep it together as much as you can in Annapolis, but that's easier said than done. Bradley realizes that while this week feels unbearable, a deployment would be much worse. And you cautiously tell Bradley there are two people you think should be the first ones to know about the baby.

Warnings: Swearing, adult language, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Monday morning came way too early on the east coast, especially when you barely slept and couldn't stop throwing up. "Why?" you groaned from your spot on the floor next to the toilet. You had exactly three hours until you had to give your presentation at 10:00, but Cat was already texting you from her hotel room across the hallway about getting breakfast. You'd be lucky if you could stomach a single peanut butter cracker and squeeze yourself into your uniform on time.

You crawled back out to the bedroom and rummaged in your suitcase for one of the ginger candies Bradley packed for you. It couldn't hurt at this point, so you shoved it in your mouth and pulled yourself up onto the bed. It was amazing that you could possibly feel this shitty. Your ribs and back hurt from constantly throwing up, and you were starting to feel dehydrated, but the idea of drinking something was too taxing to even consider.

"Why are you so mean?" you moaned as you rolled onto your side, letting your hand rest on your belly. "I actually love you, and you're being so mean to me all the time. Why?" You sucked on the candy and laughed. "You'll prefer your dad, I can already tell."

You kind of wanted to call him, but you didn't want to wake him up at four in the morning, so you settled on trying to get dressed instead. It was amazing that you did nothing but throw up, yet you were still all bloated and puffy. Your khaki pants were a little too snug for comfort, but you had no other option at the moment. When you looked at your butt in the mirror, you shrugged.

"Whatever," you whispered, buttoning your shirt as your stomach growled angrily. "Please, make up your mind," you begged your body as you heard a knock at your door. You pasted on a fake smile and opened it to reveal Cat Coleman looking like a million fucking dollars while you looked like a sewer rat. "Morning," you rasped.

Her eyes went a little wide as she pushed your door open. "Did you not get any sleep? You look awful."

You huffed out a breath, realizing you buttoned your shirt up wrong. "I'm fine," you muttered as you fixed it. "I'm just not quite ready to go yet."

"Yes, I gathered that much," she replied, eying you up and down. "Are you going to be able to present today? Because I can't do this without you."

You shot her a scathing look. "Of course I can present today. I'm fine. Great. Golden." You were in all honesty on the verge of throwing up again.

"Okay," she said with zero conviction. "Well, just knock on my door when you want to grab some breakfast and head over to the Naval Academy."

"Will do," you promised her. As soon as she was gone, you gagged into the toilet one more time before brushing your teeth and putting on enough makeup to hide the fact that it looked like you were going to fall over.

You felt weak as you tried to eat a pack of crackers so your stomach had something in it. This was a lot easier when Bradley was with you, rubbing your back and holding a glass of cold water for you to take sips from. You moaned softly and fought against the tears. If you thought about him too long, you were going to cry. Or worse... start to get turned on.

"I don't have time for this," you whined as you checked your phone. How was it already 8:00? Fuck, it was still too early to call Bradley, but now your mom and dad were both texting you to see if you were coming for dinner on Thursday. You knew you were going to have to invite Cat to come with you, since you only had one rental car. The idea of trying to get through the night with all of them was too much to consider at the moment.

Ignore it. Ignore everything. That was all you could do. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Focus on the presentation. Focus on not throwing up. That was the key.

You knocked on Cat's door, and she opened it immediately, dragging the tub of equipment out into the hallway with her. "It's late, so I figured we would eat breakfast and then head right to the conference?"

"Sure," you replied, picking up one end of the tub. But it really was heavy, and you struggled to get it to the elevator with her. "I'm actually not that hungry, so we can just get whatever you want on the way."

Cat scoffed. "I wanted to eat at Waffle House. I miss Annapolis so much."

Just thinking about the sticky floors and smell of maple syrup was turning your stomach at the moment. "Maybe we can do that tomorrow morning instead? Since we don't have our second presentation until Wednesday?"

"Fine," Cat agreed, and the two of you took the bin out to the rental car. She offered to drive, and you let her. Apparently you fell asleep on the ten minute ride, and she had to wake you up to go through security. "They want your ID card to get through the gate," she said, shaking your shoulder.

"Oh," you groaned, digging it out of your pocket and handing it to her.

"Seriously, are you sure you're okay?" she whispered as the guards inspected the car.

"Just jetlag," you promised, resisting the urge to roll down the window and barf. "I'm totally fine. Let's get this show on the road."

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Bradley poked at his burrito bowl in the cafeteria. Even the green hot sauce wasn't helping his mood since you couldn't actually eat it right now. It was just making him sad. He'd written five pages in the notebook for the baby, but it just made him miss you more. He wondered what you were doing right now. Surely your presentation must be over, but he hadn't heard from you. Maybe you had already checked in with Bickel. Maybe he should go up and talk to your boss and see?

"Wow," Nat said, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Focus, Rooster."

"I'm sorry," he replied, trying to give her his full attention. "What did you say?"

"I asked you three times if you wanted to go see the new Tom Cruise movie with me tonight. I have a coupon for a free large popcorn that's about to expire."

"Yes. Absolutely." He'd do anything to keep himself busy this week. "What time?"

"6:30. I'll pick you up so you can call your wife from the car and talk to her before she goes to sleep east coast time."

"Sounds good," he agreed, taking his phone out to let you know about his plans. After work, when he was eating a bowl of cereal for dinner, you finally wrote back.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: The first presentation went pretty well. Have fun at the movie. I love you.

"That's it?" he asked Tramp after reading the message twice. Nat knocked on the door at the same time he called you.

When you answered with a soft, "Roo," followed by a groan, he had to take a deep breath.

"You okay, Sweetheart?" he asked as he headed for the front door to let his friend in.

"No," you moaned. "I had a rough day. I feel disgusting, and now your voice is making me horny."

This was admittedly not the best time for phone sex. He paused as he said, "Nat just got here, but if you need me to cancel the movie plans, I can do that."

"No," you gasped, "don't cancel your plans. Go have fun. We can talk tomorrow."

He shook his head as he said, "I'd rather talk to you now. I'll cancel."

"No! We can talk now. Put me on speaker so I can say hi to Nat."

"Fine," he agreed, unlocking and opening his front door. Tramp made a run for Nat as Bradley tapped the icon for speakerphone and said, "My wife wants to say hi to you."

His best friend took the phone right out of his hand and had a full conversation with you while she rummaged through the refrigerator and helped herself to a seltzer. Bradley stood there as patiently as he could, simultaneously feeling annoyed that you were telling Nat all about your presentation while also feeling relieved that he remembered to hide the ultrasound photos. You and his friend laughed and laughed together, and then he started tapping his wrist to get her to move things along.

"We'll be late," he told Nat, and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Here's your husband back," she told you. "Have fun in Annapolis. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone less annoying."

"Don't tell her that," Bradley said as he turned off speakerphone. "Don't listen to her, Sweetheart."

But you were just laughing now as he held the phone to his ear and followed Nat out to the driveway. He had to kick aside so much trash to get in her car, he was about to offer to drive instead, but she was already starting the engine. "This is fucking disgusting," he told her, covering the mouthpiece of his phone. "Clean your shit."

She just tore out of the driveway and said, "Talk to your wife before we get to the theater."

"Are you in the car?" you asked softly.

"Yeah. Unfortunately," he grunted. "Can you tell me about your presentation?"

"I nailed it even though I threw up so much this morning," you told him, but then you moaned. "Am I on speakerphone?"

"No."

"Bradley! I am so fucking horny, Daddy!" Your voice was extra whiny, and the last thing Bradley wanted was an erection in front of his best friend, but he could hear in your voice how badly you needed him. "I was talking to Commander Patterson after my presentation, and I swear Roo, he asked me if Top Gun aviation was a good fit for me, and all I could think about was your cock the whole time. I even told him that things from Top Gun aviation are a really snug fit for me!"

Bradley felt his cheeks warm up. He had no idea who Commander Patterson was, but he said, "I think Top Gun aviation is the place for you, Sweetheart. Nothing else is gonna fit you quite right."

"Bradley!" you whined, and the sound went straight to his cock as Nat adjusted the air conditioner settings. "Fuck, you remember that time you fucked me in the back of our Bronco after I texted you dirty photos at dinner?"

"Yeah," he grunted, closing his eyes and actually trying not to think about it.

"Remember on our honeymoon when you finger fucked your cum into my pussy and then traced my tattoo?"

He growled out your first name. "I absolutely do, but I think perhaps we should talk about that later?"

"Yes, yes, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm going to get my vibrators out and listen to old voicemail messages you left for me so I can get off, okay? Have fun at the movie. I love you."

The call went dead right as Nat pulled into the parking lot, and the trash at Bradley's feet shifted as she went careening over a speed bump. He was trying to catch his breath. All he really wanted was a little more information about your presentation and to make sure you and the nugget were okay, but what he got was a semi that he was trying to keep at bay.

"If I get nachos and a soft pretzel and popcorn will you eat some?" she asked as she parked.

"Yeah," he grunted as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Listen," Nat said as she fixed her hair in the mirror. "I know you miss her, and rightfully so since she's way cooler than you, but if you just give me one word answers all night, it's going to piss me off."

Nat was glaring at him now. He needed to focus.

"I'm sorry. No more one word answers. Let's go. It's time for Tom Cruise."

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When you woke up on Tuesday, you were snuggled up and so warm, you reached for Bradley. "Roo?" But when you opened your eyes, you were met with the sterile looking hotel room through your blurry vision. Now you remembered talking to Nat and Bradley on the phone before masturbating and falling asleep. When you sat up in bed, you definitely didn't feel as awful as you expected. And when you eased yourself to standing, you were surprised that your stomach didn't lurch.

You had one text message from your husband, and when you put your glasses on to read it, you laughed.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: baby girl, i'm going to need you to describe in detail for me exactly how you got off. while listening to my voicemails? please, as much detail as you can. i hope you came hard thinking about me. i love you. the movie was good. i'll take you next week if you want.

You wrote back to tell him that you did in fact come while you listened to a long rambling voicemail he left you a few months ago about how he left the house without his shopping list and made it all the way to Costco before he realized it. "Your Daddy has a nice voice, little nugget," you whispered, pressing one gentle palm to your belly.

It was 8:30, and you didn't have too much planned for the day other than breakfast at Waffle House with Cat. You had to give another presentation tomorrow, and you were excited to talk to some more superior officers afterwards. You were also supposed to make it to a cocktail hour this evening, but you were planning on ditching it and hoping Cat could network for both of you. It would be nearly impossible to avoid drinking without drawing attention to yourself when there were waiters walking around with flutes of champagne.

You took a quick shower and got yourself ready, and you tapped on Cat's door. When she opened it, she eyed you skeptically. "You look so much better today. Everything okay?"

"I think it was just the jetlag," you told her smoothly. "Wanna go to Waffle House?"

"Hell yes," she replied, turning to grab her bag. "Hopefully we don't run into my ex or anyone I used to work with."

In all your morning sickness and preparation back in San Diego, you had forgotten that Cat also had roots in Maryland. "If we run into Mike, point him out to me. I'll punch him in the face."

She laughed. "I would personally love to see that."

You drove the rental car through the familiar town to the diner you'd been to many times with Cam when you were at the Naval Academy together. You snapped a picture to send to him before walking inside. Sure enough, the floors were sticky, but it smelled like strong coffee, and your stomach started growling. You silently prayed that whatever you ate managed to stay down, at least until you were alone again.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" Cat asked you as you glanced at the menu, a little disappointed that they didn't have avocado toast.

"I thought maybe I would take a nap at some point."

"Oh, that's actually a great idea. I might do that as well. I never get a full night of sleep when I'm home with Jeremiah."

You ordered a stack of pancakes and some bacon and then listened to Cat order the signature waffle. When the waitress wandered away, you asked, "Is Jake watching him this week?" with a little smirk. You already knew he was. Well, him and Hondo both were.

She played with the container of sugar and didn't meet your eyes as she said, "I think this week will make or break my relationship with Jake."

"Why?" you gasped.

She was quiet for a moment as she glanced out the window. "He practically begged me to let him help watch Jeremiah. So he and Uncle Bernie are sharing duties. I just... know how my uncle feels about Jake. They clash, and none of it is really Jake's fault. I just need to make some decisions when we get back."

Your stomach lurched. "What kind of decisions?"

She shrugged and poked her silverware. "If they can't get along, then I'll have to decide if I can reasonably keep putting everyone through this. I'll likely never be able to afford my own place, and Bernie is the only family I still talk to. But Jake...." She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she said, "I wasn't expecting to ever fall in love again."

The only thing you could think to say was, "He loves Jeremiah."

She didn't humor you with a response. Instead she asked, "Are you planning on seeing your parents while we're here?"

"Yeah," you answered as the food arrived. "About that... you mind if I use the car on Thursday evening? You're more than welcome to join me, but they want me to have dinner with them at home."

"You can use the car all you want," she replied. "And I'll think about it. Thanks." As you were coating your food in syrup, she asked, "Weren't Bradley's parents from Maryland as well?"

"Virginia," you replied immediately. "They were both from the Norfolk area. Nick grew up closer to the beach, and Carole grew up in the city." As you took a bite of pancake, your stomach growled awkwardly, but a warm thought lit up in your mind. "Hey, so you wouldn't mind too much if I actually used the car today?"

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Bradley was in the air all day on Tuesday, and he kept looking at his little collection of photos longingly. He had one of you from when the two of you were dating. You were mid laugh, face lit up, looking right at him. And then he had a wedding photo as well. It was the one the photographer took where the sun was just hitting the horizon behind you. And now he also had a little stack of ultrasound pictures to look at.

When his comms crackled to life, he tucked the photos away and got himself in position for some tactical dog fighting with Nat and Bob. Bradley loved flying, but more and more he had been considering what might come next for him. One day he could get injured or fail an eye exam. Then what? Other than being home with you and the nugget at that point, he didn't know what else the Navy could offer him.

"Tally, tally!" Bob called out, and Bradley easily dodged the attack. He knew he was good. He knew he was the right mix of cautious and impulsive. He had to be. But there also needed to be more, because if this week was teaching him anything, it was that too many long deployments away from his family would be unbearable.

When he finally touched down on the runway at 2:30, he was hungry and thirsty, and Maverick dismissed him to the rec room along with Nat and Bob. When he checked his phone, he had a bunch of missed calls and texts from you.

"Hey, you go ahead," he told them. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Alright," Bob replied, and Bradley watched them walk inside the tower while he read your most recent message.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I have a little surprise for you. Any chance you can facetime?

He had no idea what you could have in mind for him. A little surprise could be anything. Shit, it could be dirty. He glanced around before tucking himself up against the side of the building with his aviators perched on his nose. He dropped his helmet gently to the ground and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he called you.

"Bradley!"

Your gorgeous face filled his phone screen, and he smiled immediately. "Hey, Sweetheart. You look pretty."

"Thank you. I feel good today."

"How's the nugget?"

You laughed. "As finicky as ever."

You were obviously outside somewhere, and the sky was cloudy behind you as you walked past some trees. "Where are you? And what's my surprise?"

You bit your lip and looked between the phone screen and something else before you knelt down on the ground. "I just had this silly idea earlier when I was eating breakfast." You tilted the phone away from your face, and then Bradley knew exactly where you were. "But I thought we could tell them the news together? Let them be the first to know?"

He pulled his sunglasses from his face and stared at his phone screen as tears blurred his vision. "Baby Girl," he gasped as he looked at his parents' gravesite. Both headstones were decorated with fresh flowers which you must have just placed there today, and you had tucked an ultrasound photo underneath a few pebbles as well.

"Do you want to tell them?" you asked, your voice just the softest whisper that made him ache even more.

"Yeah," he managed to say as he fought to keep his composure as a tear slid down his cheek. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. That's not just my perfect wife sitting there with you. That's your grandchild, too."

He could hear you laughing and crying at the same time as you rearranged the pebbles. "Still just a nugget right now, but we'll bring him or her back again someday. Right, Roo?" you asked, turning the phone back to your gorgeous face.

Bradley nodded as he sobbed. "Yeah," he rasped as you smiled at him and swiped at your own tears. "Of course. The three of us will come back together. We can have a picnic. Let the kiddo meet Grandma Carole and Grampy Goose."

"That sounds perfect."

"Hey, Sweetheart?" he managed as he cried. "I fucking love you so much. You know that, right?"

Your voice was still soft, and Bradley wanted to melt into it. "Yeah. I know."

He wiped his cheeks with the rough sleeve of his flight suit as he asked, "You really drove three and a half hours from Annapolis to the cemetery?"

You curled up on your side next to the ultrasound photo as you said, "Yeah. It seemed like a no-brainer. I thought they should be the first ones to know."

"Fuck." He had to fight for composure. "I would marry you a hundred times. A thousand times. I would marry you a million fucking times, Sweetheart."

You laughed softly. "I'd let you."

Those were some of the sweetest words Bradley had ever heard in his life, and you said them as you and the baby were curled up there with the memory of his mom and dad. He would literally never get over how perfect you really were.

Then you popped up and groaned, "Oh no." And Bradley was treated to the vivid facetime experience of watching you run a few feet to your left before you threw up in the shrubs.

"Take some deep breaths," he coaxed, just like he would if you were in the bathroom at home. "Do you have some water and the ginger candy with you?"

"In the rental car," you told him as you set your phone on the ground. "I was doing so well today, too."

He didn't want to say it, but he knew this meant the baby was nice and healthy. "Why don't you curl up with Carole again, Baby Girl. She told me she threw up non-stop when she was pregnant. I'm sure she can commiserate."

"Actually, I think I will," you told him when you picked up the phone once again. "I'm going to hang out with my in-laws a little longer. Have a chat about how much I adore their son. Maybe get their opinion on some baby names."

He laughed. "Don't let them talk you into Bradley Junior."

You shook your head adamantly. "I'd sooner allow you to name the nugget Bronco."

"Hell yes!" he cheered. "Bronco Bradshaw is still on the table."

You cradled your forehead in your hand, but you were smiling. "Get back to work while the nugget and I spend some time with your mom and dad."

"I love you more than life itself, Baby Girl."

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She treats him so well. Fuck, this even made me tear up a little bit. Grandma Carole and Grampy Goose would have been the best. Next we will find out what kind of trouble awaits in Maryland. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years ago

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A stinky and dirty bar | Eddie Munson x Fem. Reader

Summary: Dustin use his smart brain for make you and Eddie have a date.

Words: 2,987

Note: English isn't my first language so i make my best.

All Interactions are well received and appreciated.

Thanks for reading!

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The blouses that you held in your hands danced in the air as you moved them trying to find your outfit for the night and then throw them away frustrated without finding the right one.

- Don't you think you should relax? - Nancy looked at you lying from your bed while holding a teenage magazine with Tom Cruise on the cover

-Relax? -You looked at her almost offended by her request while your hands were placed on your hip

-Don't do the same pose as Steve to give me a sarcastic comment, you should relax-she left the magazine on the bed looking at you while she sat against your headboard- you will go out with Dustin, a 14-year-old boy

-I'm not going out with Dustin on a date...- you sighed sitting on the bed looking at your reflection in the mirror - he... invited me to a place where...

-Where?...- Nancy narrowed her eyes suspicious of you

-To...-you sighed taking courage looking at her- to see Eddie with his band

-What? - her body gave a quick jump lying down next to you with a smile - let me understand something, you...Y/N the golden girl...well second golden girl - she looked at you holding her hand gently on her chest while she remembered her own school title - you will go to that stinky and dirty bar to see Eddie Munson play..

-He is my friend, our friend- you looked at her smiling

-Yes, he is our friend, we all love little Eddie but...- she laughed raising her eyebrows-Eddie...has something special with you that he doesn't have with me or with Robin don't you think?

-It's not true, it's... it's just that I know him a little more than you, like Robin and Steve, they are very close and...

-And you like Eddie - Nancy laughed giving you a slight push making you laugh while you swayed a little

-It's not that...it's just

-Then why do you get nervous not knowing what to wear? Do you remember when you went out with Steve because his date stood him up and he called you from the milkshake restaurant to accompany him... that day you were not nervous at all, on the contrary I remember that both of you were laughing and you looked very comfortable and anyone who could see you both imagined that Steve, the magnificent Steve was having a date with the beautiful Y/N...but

-But… -you looked at her-

-You don't like Steve...that's why you didn't care what others thought...on the contrary Eddie

-Nancy...Eddie doesn't like me.

-We don't know that, Eddie is always with you, if he goes to a place he calls you to go with him, if he learns to play a new song he calls you to listen to it, everything has to be done with you, otherwise it doesn't work , it is as if Eddie was created on the basis that he needs you to be able to continue living daily

-He never invited me to see him play, Dustin wants me to surprise him, what if Eddie doesn't want to see me? - You looked at her with your moist eyes while Nancy tilted her head with a crooked smile

-He has never invited you to that place because he doesn't want you to be surrounded by drunks, drug addicts and people who fight when their drunkenness doesn't let them think... he takes care of you too much and he will be very happy when he sees you in that place, pretty as always standing among a lot of people who haven't had a bath in days

-Nancy don't be like that, that's rude - you laughed hitting her with your pillow while you both laughed.

Hours later Dustin knocked on your door, your nerves made your stomach hurt but hearing the knocking made you even feel a little nauseous as you walked to open it, afraid that Dustin would notice your nervous face which changed to one of concern when you saw little Henderson wearing a Metallica shirt and without his iconic hat.

-You like? -Dustin smiled at you opening his arms and turning so you could notice his complete outfit while you pressed your lips holding laugh

-You look very... very according to the occasion Henderson –you laughed nodding approving his style-what about me?

-Pretty as always, as Eddie likes-Dustin erased his smile, realizing what he had said-I didn't say that

-I'll pretend you didn't say it - you smiled denying turning a little to see your mom who was in the kitchen - I'm going mom, I'll be back later - you smiled saying goodbye with your hand receiving a little sermon about being careful and coming back early while you went out and walked with Dustin through the dark streets.

After about 20 minutes walking and seeing for a couple more minutes the outside of the bar, both looked at each other hesitating to enter or better to leave, the parking lot was surrounded by old cars, motorcycles, some drunks and many cigarettes

-Are you... sure it's here? - you looked at him rubbing your hands nervously, not because of Eddie but because you felt surrounded by something you didn't know

-Yes...it's here - Dustin looked at the pamphlet where in big letters it said the name of Eddie's band and the schedule - that's Eddie's Van, he must already be inside - he smiled at you making his braces shine with the headlights neon that were outside

-Are you sure you can come in? - You looked at him curiously as you walked with him towards the door.

-Don't worry, I've got it under control - he smiled at you pushing the door full of band logo stickers to be greeted by a sound of guitars from the group that was already on stage, an aroma of cigarettes and beer surrounded the place and a couple of people who were near the door looked at you curiously from head to toe whispering a couple of things

-Hey, you can't be here - an older man with a big beard and sunglasses approached you both looking at Dustin - minors are not allowed to enter

-Sir, I would like to come in for a couple of minutes please... you see - the boy looked at you and then at the man smiling adorable - my sister's boyfriend is performing today on stage with his band and it is a great dream for me see it, I'm his number one fan - Dustin looked at you again hugging your arm

-I...no...-you looked at him sighing because the boy always found a way to get away with it and you smiled at the man – yes my...my boyfriend will play in a couple of minutes and my little brother He's a big fan of his band, he's always dreamed of seeing him on stage, I promise I'll take care of him and as soon as they finish playing we'll leave - You looked at the man giving him one of your adorable smiles making him settle down a little while drinking his beer

-Don't take your eyes off him, understood?

-Of course sir, thanks - you smiled at him and then looked at Dustin erasing your smile hitting him on the head - stop lying and always get me into those lies - you roll your eyes walking among the people trying not to touch them but the pushes and looks on You were unavoidable as you glanced from time to time at Dustin so he wouldn't leave your side until you both reached the side of the bar where people were hardly crowded.

-Do you know what time Eddie comes out on stage? - you approached Dustin's ear so he could hear you among all the noise of the place while he looked at his watch

-In about 10 minutes - he looked at you smiling excited.

Your eyes darted around the room, women with heavy makeup and tousled hair yelling at the band on stage, men drinking and shaking their heads to guitars in the background, all holding a beer or a cigarette in their hands. And you just held the drawstring of your bag with fear.

You could feel your breathing marked and sometimes slow, others fast while you passed saliva feeling the nerves again in your stomach and you bit your lip, what if Eddie doesn't want to see you there? What if...Eddie goes out with one of these girls, you wouldn't judge him, they are very pretty and like the type that he surely likes.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a couple of bottles breaking and two guys fighting on the other side of the bar while the man with the big beard and sunglasses with the help of another pair separated them and got them out of the place.

-Wow that's very metal don't you think? - Dustin laughed looking at you while you nodded just smiling at him with fear

After a few minutes the stage went dark, you could see the band that had performed getting off and approaching girls while drinking beer, making your head think again that you shouldn't be there.

-Look... It's Garreth - Dustin looked at you excitedly and then looked at the stage where you could see the boy sit on the drums and adjust a couple of things, after him the other two boys came out arranging their guitars but Eddie was nowhere to be seen side

-Are you sure Eddie will play? - you looked at Dustin while the boy nodded

-Yes, don't worry, you really look very nervous, nothing wrong will happen, we'll just see him play and...

The strong hit on the drums made you both jump and quickly turn to the stage to see the band play, this time Eddie in front playing while he look concentrated at his guitar, you knew that song, but where had you heard it...

Your nerves disappeared or maybe they became butterflies that no longer only moved in your stomach, but in your whole body, your eyes did not stop looking at Eddie, as he moved his hands on the guitar and his rings shone with the lights pointing directly at the stage

Dustin jumped and screamed with the people in the audience but your body did not respond to anything, it was simply frozen looking hypnotized and although you knew the boy on stage perfectly this time it was not like that, for you he was a star who you saw play his music and I was succeeding

- MASTER - the public shouted with the band making you jump a little and a smile formed on your face

Master of Puppets, it was the song that Eddie had rehearsed a week before and he had called you to ask if the notes sounded good while he was playing on the phone and you were listening while helping with the dishes.

The smile on your face didn't fade, even when you bit your lip you could still tell you were smiling and your cheeks hurt.

-You see it? YOU SEE IT? it's great!! -Dustin yelled as he jumped

You just nodded smiling without moving your eyes from Eddie, it didn't matter if your colorful blouse stood out among the dark or revealing clothes of the other girls, or if some eyes judged you for your peach lipstick and blushing cheeks, at that moment no one more existed in the place, just you watching and Eddie playing.

When the song finished and all the public began to shout your hands quickly began to clap but you lowered them quickly noticing that nobody else was doing it, only you.

-That was the wildest thing I've heard in my damn life - Dustin took you by the shoulders shouting euphorically making you laugh - did you see it? he is the fucking god of metal

-It's amazing - you smiled looking at Dustin feeling your heart jump like a drum

-Come, we have to go see Eddie - Dustin took your hand while he walked pushing some couple of people who turned around annoyed but calmed their impulses to hit him when they noticed that he was a boy

-Dustin no...sorry -you looked at a couple of people while you were still being pulled by the boy- I don't think we should go in...

-EDDIE! .- Dustin yelled letting go of your hand and running to hug Eddie while the two shouted and did their ''secret'' greeting

-What are you doing here man? how did you go inside? -Eddie laughed looking at Dustin while he wiped some sweat from his forehead

Your body was frozen again, looking around as girls came and went, some smoking and looking at you while they judged your youthful clothes.

-I brought someone with me- Dustin smiled at him moving to the side while he looked at you making Eddie erase his smile and look at you surprised to smile again later

-Sweethear what are you doing here-Eddie passed Dustin walking quickly towards you hugging you tight and lifting you a little off the floor while he spin a little with you on his arms making you laugh making your arms surround his neck

-Dustin brought me here- you smiled kissing his cheek

-Yes, I see that - he smiled at you, leaving you on the floor with a reddish tone on his cheeks-did you like the show? It's the song that I showed you the other day

-If I liked it? Eddie you are crazy, those were the best 5 minutes of my life, it was great, more than great, I can't find a word to describe how amazing you are on stage - you smiled excitedly without finding the right words making Eddie laugh looking at how you spoke quick, he knew you did that when you got more excited than usual.

-I would have liked you to see me play a little more, but more bands are performing today and we could only play one song - he smiled at you making a little pout and rocking like a little child making you laugh

-Don't worry... I can come another night to see you all play if... that's okay with you

-Is that okay for me? Sweetheart for me it would be perfect if you come to see me play always - he smiled looking at you, while you did the same, both remaining silent while several people around could notice the tension that you both emanated

-We can go? I'm about to throw up - Dustin looked at you making you two look at him and laugh

-Let's go boy - Eddie laughed disheveling his hair - I'll go get my things and help the boys, it won't be long - he smiled again walking looking at them to go with the rest of the band

-So? -Dustin hit you slowly with his elbow making you look at him

-So what? - you looked at him without understanding

-Are you ready to ''Obey your master?'' - the boy laughed winking while you looked at him without understanding what he was saying - like the song that Eddie played...’’obey your master’’...Eddie is your master. .- Dustin sighed rolling his eyes denying- you never understand my jokes

-Yes, I understood-you laughed hitting his arm-it's just that... I don't know...

-You do not know? by god Eddie is more than...

-Let's go-Eddie approached from behind, leaning on Dustin's shoulders, causing him to complain a little about Munson's weight and the guitar that he carried on his shoulder.

The three of you walked along the side of the stage while another band was already playing, making the crowd have the same reaction that you had seen before, some pushed you slowly without realizing it until almost near the door again, the man with a big beard and sunglasses stopped you

-Hey! you - the man approached making you quickly look at Dustin worried and take Eddie's arm and hand making him look at you curiously and blushing - are you this girl's boyfriend? - The man pointed at Eddie with his hand, which was also holding a beer.

- Um…yes…yes I am- Eddie nodded with his eyes wide open feeling a little afraid for the big and intimidating man

-Man that was great -the man approached bumping his fist against Eddie's fist making him smile relieved-you played that guitar like a fucking god mate, you're definitely good at this

-I...thank you - Eddie smiled excited looking at you quickly to notice that you were smiling too

-And that girl, take good care of her, you understood - the man pointed to you - she came to this place to see you play, that's brave, she must love you very much - the man put a cigarette in his mouth

-Yes I... I'll take care of her - Eddie smiled blushing trying to hide his face in his hair walking towards the door while you followed him without letting go of his hand and Dustin walked in front of you holding on laughing - can I ask what the hell just happened? - As soon as you left de bar and arrived at the Van Eddie looked at you knowing that something had happened

-Ask the midget, it was his idea - you laughed walking to get on the passenger side while Eddie stood in the back to accommodate his guitar looking at Dustin narrowing his eyes

-Don't ask, I've already done half the work to get you a date, Munson- Dustin smiled sarcastically at him, getting into the back seat, making Eddie smile sideways

-Well Henderson, I think today we're going to leave you home early...

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yeslieutenant · 2 years ago

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Keep Quiet

Warnings: P in V smut, lil dirty talk, lil inappropriate behavior cause POOR NICK IS IN THE ROOM.

Word Count: 583

“This movie is stupid, Nick. Do we have to watch this one again?” I cry out, grabbing a small handful of popcorn and tossing it in Nick’s direction. He laughs, picking a kernel off the recently cleaned carpet and tossing it in his mouth.

“Don’t diss on ‘First Blood’! Stallone is an action man!” Nick defends, and I hear Jason’s deep laughter from the connected kitchen.

“He’s right, sweetheart,” Jason calls, still chuckling as he walks into the living room, three beers resting in his arms.

“Why can’t we watch something like ‘The Minority Report’? It’s got Tom Cruise?” I ask. “It’s got action!”

“Are you suggesting Cruise over Stallone? Blasphemy Y/N!” Nick cries, throwing himself onto the chair, his hand clutching his heart dramatically. More popcorn flies in his direction as Jason practically lays across the entire couch, his head resting against the armrest, yanking me into his chest before throwing a blanket over us. I curl against him, my nose pressing into his blue cotton t-shirt-covered chest as I take a deep inhale. He smells like home, like warm amber and pine, and I bask in the scent. The movie starts and I groan against Jason’s broad chest, and I feel it vibrate in a chuckle.

His fingers slide down my back, pushing under the hem of my sweatpants and panties to cup my ass. I lean up, my arms resting on his rising chest, my eyes glancing at his, which are still trained on the screen. I press a light kiss on his chin, feeling the stubble beneath my soft lips. His attention is brought back to me, and he smiles as his fingers tighten, giving my ass a firm squeeze. Jason leans forward, and I can feel his lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, just loud enough that Nick won’t hear, but I clearly can.

“Wanna play a game, baby girl?” I nod curtly, and his firm hands push my sweats down just below my ass cheeks, and his fingers slip between my folds, and I release a quiet groan into his shirt, hopefully muffling it enough that Nick can’t hear it.

“What kind of game here, babe? We both know I’m not quiet.” I whisper into his chest. He chuckles lowly against me. In favor of responding, his hands move to his hips, tugging his own pants down to release his cock.

“The hell you two doing over there?” Nick asks, what must be an oblivious laugh spilling from his lips as Jason shifts his hips to press his member between my thighs.

“Just getting comfy, Nicky,” Jason draws, his tone slightly breathy as he slips inside my already wet heat. My body reacts to him so much faster than it ever has with anyone else, so it’s unsurprising the amount of moisture that pools there. His callused fingers dance across my thighs, a small gasp leaving my lips as he presses in further, his length filling me up enough to make said gasp catch in my throat.

“Well get comfy quieter, dipshits,” Nick laughs, unaware.

“Not like you don’t have the volume on max anyways, Nick,” I say, trying to keep my voice level. I half expect Jason to tighten his muscles, his cock surging forward, but he doesn’t. He remains still, torturously so. His head shifts beside me, before he lips land on my ear.

“We’re gonna stay like this for the whole movie, baby girl. Try not to move too much.”

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catelyngrant · 3 years ago

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it’s been *checks calendar* five weeks since my last damages crossover breakdown but I am back/still on my bullshit, same song, same verse, different fandom but a whole lot worse, etc!!! (absolutely no idea how I made it a month in the succession rabbit hole before this occurred to me honestly)

ANYWAY, Succession/Damages crossover, Patty Hewes vs. Waystar.

Post s2, Patty tracks down a handful of victims from the cruises and convinces them to file a civil suit against Waystar. She ropes Kendall into it. He is terrified but also in awe of her, she loathes him with every fiber of her being but plays him like a fiddle.

Let’s say this is set during s2-ish of Damages? Ellen still works with Patty but it’s post assassination attempt, so basically it’s them at their messiest. Anyway, Ellen is trying to play both Patty and Kendall and is trying to bring down both Patty and Waystar and it’s all very sexy.

So Logan despises Patty with the misogyny of a thousand white male billionaires and Brian Cox and Glenn Close get imaginary Emmys delivered to their doorsteps just from me imagining them in a scene together where Logan is basically foaming at the mouth but at least starts off pretending to be cooperative until Patty makes some charmingly condescending comment and then he storms out/breaks things/loses his goddamn mind at her while she just gives him a crocodile smile.

Gerri and Patty know each other - the club of super high powered female attorneys based in NYC is not a very large one - and don’t particularly like each other. Patty’s probably been sniffing around Waystar for years, and when Gerri finds out about the civil suit she goes home and drinks like five martinis in 30 minutes and considers moving to Bermuda.

Seriously though, Gerri “I don’t like mess” Kellman who at least pretends to play by the rules vs. Patty “I tried to kill my protégé to cover up my mess that involved at least one dead person and a dead dog but she survived and now she’s working for me again even though she knows I tried to have her murdered” Hewes??? In a situation where Patty is determined to not just win but to personally destroy Logan Roy, his empire, his legacy, and wipe him and his entire family clean of their fortune? Yeah, Gerri’s gonna have to get dirty or get out, and honestly I could see it going either way bc I think she values saving her own skin > winning, unlike Patty, but if Patty could take her down too, she might not have a choice but to get on her level.

Shiv is a disaster. She’s loyal to her dad but she also has always admired Patty, and they actually have a lot in common in that they sort of pretend to care about other people and in Shiv’s case she actually does think she has the moral high ground most of the time, I think? But they’re also self-serving and desperate to win. So Patty would be working the hell out of Shiv, and would probably enlist Ellen in that, too. Shiv would try to play both Logan and Patty and it would end very, very badly.

Patty would consider trying to turn Tom, but would decide against it because she wants to humiliate him and take him down, too. She does sic Ellen on Greg, who doesn’t exactly mean to end up on Team Patty but by the time he realizes how thoroughly he’s been played and how much essential info he’s given her he doesn’t really have a choice but to stick with her bc the Roys would kill him.

Kendall, of course, would start out all self-righteous and Patty would let him think that he’s the crusader here, etc., but that would only play out for so long. At some point he’d probably turn to Gerri or Frank (not Logan) when she casts him aside and he realizes how contemptible she really finds him and give them insight into how underhanded her methods are.

Roman - idk man, he’d be loyal to Logan and Gerri but he’d also probably have to excuse himself from a deposition or three to jerk off after watching Patty and Gerri in action against each other.

Ellen and Willa went to school together, bc why not? So Connor tries to make nice by inviting Ellen over for dinner and they have a very fucking awkward evening together in which it becomes clear to Connor that a) his family’s fucked, and b) Willa might be rooting for Ellen.

At some point Waystar tries to settle (Gerri, Frank, Karl, and pretty much everyone threatens to quit if Logan doesn’t make the offer) but a la Frobisher in season one, Patty is like LOL NO, so idk how it plays out past that...I kind of feel like Ellen and Shiv definitely will sleep together at one point only for Shiv to try - and fail - to stab Ellen in the back; Patty gets blackmail material of some sort over Roman and Gerri’s dynamic (she bugs their phones or sets people on their apartments or something) and that’s, uh, Not Good, and she probably also digs up the details on the waiter in England; in response, Gerri starts poking around Ray Fisk’s death and also begins trying to work Ellen, because she can tell that Ellen has an agenda of her own and might not be entirely opposed to bringing Patty down herself (reader’s choice if that works); Logan probably has a heart attack or another stroke at some point and Patty sends him a giant bouquet of flowers and he might actually die at that point; in the end it probably comes down to Gerri and Roman as the functional defense against Patty, with Ellen as a wild card (she’s telling Patty that she’s playing Team Waystar and Patty doesn’t believe it but thinks she can manipulate Ellen to her advantage anyway; Gerri and Roman don’t totally believe that Ellen only cares about bringing Patty down, not Waystar, but they also think they can use her against Patty; basically no one trusts anyone); Logan, Kendall, and Shiv are all furious but are making everything worse; Tom kidnaps Greg and they flee to Thailand and tbh they’re probably the only ones who get a happy ending.

Did I develop this entire concept because I actually short-circuited at the idea of Patty vs. Gerri? YOU BET I DID, honestly that’s the only part of this entire thing that matters the rest is just lagniappe!!!

#a TYPE? who ME???#damages #succession #patty hewes #gerri kellman #ellen parsons #kendall roy #logan roy #roman roy #shiv roy #headcanons

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kylo-wrecked · 1 year ago

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@valkxrie ://

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Ben looked down. It seemed business up top, Paris Hilton downtown, as far as shoes went.

"Oh," he said, deflated. Relieved. In a sense. Though his assemblage of dark shapes was still notably edgy. "You're an army brat. That's somehow worse. But uh. My bad. Welcome. I'm the lazy, fustian son of a politician. Or uh, 'bitch,' but why say it?"

He was drunk, and though he chastised himself, that did little to alleviate the problem of where to put his eyes in addition to the sheer image volume and shutter speed of his imagination while the woman spoke and then approached.

Ben twirled a hand ceremoniously and took the cigarette.

"You know, the real Randall Cunningham, 'the guy from Top Gun,' is based on?" Ben exhaled a smoke ring. "He's a dirty tax evader, as you've heard. Lumpy white-collar criminal immortalized as an American rebel icon. That's the, uh, American dream, I believe. To be remembered as Tom Cruise."

Another whiff of tobacco, and he held the cigarette back out to—

"What's your name?"

He licked his lips and smiled.

"Gretchen," he decided and immediately recanted upon her reaction. "Oof, that's a hard no. I don't think I want to guess again."

As he ducked, the nearest streetlamp caught him in its orange glow so that the army brat might see the face of the state senator's 'fustian' son unobscured, as well as his obvious distaste for formal wear; his jacket unbuttoned, shirt collar loosened around his throat, and no clear evidence of a tie ever having been there that night.

#valkxrie #m. au | modern!ben: the senator's son #mini thread

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starbright-cobweb · 3 years ago

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Tom of Finland (2017)

It's normal for Hollywood for adapt artist biopics in the 'visual style' of their imagery - rightly intuiting that the target market for the film is really fans of their work. This is not that.

It's dour, it's quiet - just like the life of Touko Laaksonen, better known for his gay fantasy illustrations under the name "Tom of Finland". More expansively, it's about the intense changes of 20th century gay life.

This is queer cinema done right. Touko has friends, family, a god-child, life partners and communities; his life is constrained, but still full. The horrors of queer life are neither underplayed to feel-good palatability, nor overplayed as tragedy: blips in a life that's mostly alright, all told, the way that most lives are.

And it's right about leather. Huw Lemmy recently described Cruising, accurately, as "homophobic but good", and compared it to the terrible depiction of leather in Bohemian Rhapsody. Let's unpack "homophobic-but-good". Cruising is a prurient, straight-made film of the 1980s featuring documentary-like footage filmed in real leather bars; it says "in this city is a dark, throbbing sexual underworld - dangerous, seedy, filled with hard, strong men and they want to fuck you, with bulging, muscled arms that can overpower you". And the thing about this is, it's the straight's worst nightmare - it's a profoundly homophobic terror - and also the thing about this is, "...oh do go on; tell me everything. I am quivering in my shiny, shiny boots". You can't misrepresent leather as deviant, hypersexual threat; that's part of its fantasy of itself. One can and should critique the reasons and ways straight creators deploy this imagery; but one will have a fantastic time doing so, scrutinising the work...in great detail...and considerable length.

Tom of Finland doesn't do this - it's a surprisingly nonerotic movie - because it starts with the gay subject as a person rather than a fetish. Leather is community and it is connection. Touko doesn't enter a forbidding, ecstatic sexual underworld; it's a bunch of guys in an average-looking bar, and they're all friends. The owner waves to him and chats about business. He signs some magazines. He's pleased yet discomforted by the liberated joy of the next generation which he can't quite allow himself. It's very much like bars you will have visited. Nobody looks like a Tom of Finland illustration because no human does. They look like men I've met.

Leather is community - and it's community formed around feeling strong and desireable, but that wider context is always present, that what these people are can never be beautiful or good back home. This is community for outcasts, and to be welcomed and among friends is political and homely far more than it is horny. Yes, cruising brings danger - but there's never any doubt about the source of that danger: primarily, cops.

The film touches on leather's role as informal education during the AIDS crisis; a launchpad for rising gay confidence; and a shared language. Touko of the 1940s daringly cruises by slipping his doodles under a toilet stall (dear god, boys; can you imagine the romance of being handed a Tom of Finland original as an overture?). Doug - American kid of the 1970s who responds to artwork published in a magazine by hitting the gym - keeps an illustration in his locker and, in an adorably cringe moment, struts-like-an-illustration and lets out his manliest "hi - I'm Doug" to a fellow who's also got a ToF pinup on display. Same gesture. But these images are transformed from Tom's private language, to a shared one.

It also highlights the importance of amateur archival work to queer culture: "dirty pictures", according to his sister; shredded and stomped by violent bigots; an arrestable offence to draw or posess; elevated to high art by his American fandom who make the exhibitions, the books, the preservation happen. Deftly, the film skips forward to contemporary people browsing glossy Tom of Finland artbooks and students sketching from his work on ipads.

Touko is a sombre figure, and the film moves from the intense claustrophobia of 1950s Finland to expansiveness of the 70s Californian sun. There's an almost Midsommaresque queasiness to how abruptly bright and open the landscape becomes. Touko, getting on in years, is visibly discombobulated by a world he's helped create: confident, leather-clad young men, unafraid of the police, unafraid of their masculinity, their desires or one another. But he's also - quietly, in the way of men of the wartime generation - finally, after a life peppered by homophobia - proud.

Unexpectedly wholesome.

#film log #Tom of Finland #Tom of Finland (2017)

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eggxeggxegg · 3 years ago

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Imagine aro twilight with like a Twitter account

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i was just asked if i was alive before the dinosaurs went extinct 😩😩😩 i’m not THAT old

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tom cruise as lestat was a fucking THOT

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someone just referred to the 90s as the late nineteen hundreds and i just. had an existential crisis for a minute

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no but i’m seriously worried people don’t understand what eat the rich means. they’ll be off eating taylor swift and benefit cumbersome while elon musk sits in his spaceship laughing and mark zuckerberg uploads himself onto the cloud. you all really need to take serious thought in who you’re going to eat

i mean,,,, i primarily do white christians and upper middle class republicans but that’s because i need to keep a low profile

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i’m honestly kind of worried about the state of the environment. the rate at which the world is being polluted is really concerning.

but seriously tho where am I going to move when the water levels rise and swallow italy. like that could realistically happen in a hundred years.

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I just wanted to say that if there’s any dirty cop bastardry it wasn’t me. i dont run that part caius does. he keeps on doing bullshit behind my back.

#aro volturi #aro twilight #twilight renaissance #volturi #twilight saga

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gascon-en-exil · 3 years ago

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Started watching Succession - through the first half of S1.

I can kind of see the appeal of this series, even though it's on a pretty slow burn. As a New Orleanian I can't help but regard shows set in New York with some disdain; ever since the US bought Louisiana the two cities have been...not rivals, exactly, but sharply contrasting visions of urbanity, and that comes out very strongly in the way this show uses its setting: all sterility and greys and beiges and cold monotonous steel. The central family is technically Scottish-by-way-of-Québec, but their society is exceptionally WASPy in spite of New York's much-vaunted diversity. I suppose that's part of the point.

Cultural contrast aside, there are entertaining satirical bits, and I can see why Tom/Greg is the big ship if only because there's not all that much else of the sort that fandom would gravitate toward. Still I find their relationship so far very strange, and the same goes for Tom in general. I was expecting more of a big dirty secret for him to be tying himself in knots over than some criminal coverups by their cruise liners. I believe that's supposed to be an indication of how he's just as much out of his depth with the Roys as Greg is, but wanting to go public with something like that is indeed very stupid. I imagine this is going to become a recurring plot point.

The rest of the family have their moments, but I'm not sure I have any particular favorites. Connor's mistress is relatable in the sense that I basically do what she does (including the bit where it's an open secret that my connections come from strategic blowjobs given to rich older men), but she doesn't exactly stand out and I can't even recall her name off the top of my head.

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papipopsicle · 4 years ago

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HANDMADE HEAVEN PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Hargrove!Reader

Summary: In which the new Queen of Hawkins High finds herself falling for the fallen king.

Song: Easier by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warnings: swearing, asshole parental figures

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The house itself was fine, not pretty and polished like the one she grew up in, but at the very least she was grateful not to be sleeping in another motel bed filled with broken springs and anonymous stains. Susan greeted her like a good little home maker, tightly waved hair bouncing against her shoulders as she walked down the steps of the porch.

"How was it, sweetie?" The ginger woman waited with pursed lips while her step daughter stood from the vehicle. She really hated that car, it stood out like a sore thumb next to her husband's silver SUV, especially when her brothers parked alongside the two.

"Not the worst." Y/N shrugged. She missed the silent solace already, "Has Max decided which room she wants?"

Susan nodded, leading the blonde into their new home, "She's at the back opposite your father and I. William hasn't arrived yet so you have the choice of the one next to hers or ours."

Without hesitation she chose the one next to Max's. Her father helped unload her heavier furniture from the U-Haul currently fixed to the back of her red muscle car. The room was in the shape on an 'L', mirroring her step sister's. Her small double bed only just managed to fit in the crook, creating a cosy space to drift away in.

Hours of rearranging the room passed before a navy blue Camaro could be heard pulling up onto the curb and a muggy sunset made itself present in her bedroom window. Emptying out her socks into the small drawer of her dresser, Y/N dropped the empty black bin liner behind her and rushed to greet her brother.

"Billy!" She squealed, attacking him with a hug. The two would roughhouse and swear at each other like drunken sailors, but their love for each other would always be the first thing anyone noticed about the twins. He picked her up with ease and spun her around, quickly dropping her to the floor again.

Y/N's twin would sometimes forget the rude masculine persona he put on and actually behaved like himself, but it never lasted long with their father close by.

"See that hunk of crap didn't kill you on the way here then?" Billy joked as they both carried a bed frame into his new room. His distaste for the nineteen-sixty-eight Mustang Cobra was evident whenever it came up in conversation, only due to it being left to her rather than him in their mother's will.

"Not just yet." His sister hummed and the two let out a huff as they dropped the mattress onto the wooden frame. They talked about the bullshit of finishing their senior year at a completely different school and what that we're going to dress up as for Halloween. It was their favourite holiday and this year she planned on being Tom Cruise from Risky Business. Nobody would understand it but it was better than Billy's 'slutty teen boy' costume he wore most days anyway.

"Y/N/N honey, could you come into the lounge!" Susan's sugary tone rang through the house. The twins shared a look that always subconsciously found their faces when she attempted to play doting step mother.

Fucking doormat of a woman.

"Coming." The blonde shut her brothers door on the way out and walking down the hallway into the small living area. By now any remnants of the sun had long hidden away from Hawkins and only warm ceiling lights lit up her face.

Susan appeared from the kitchen door with a tray full of oatmeal cookies, grin etched into her features like puppet strings pulling at her cheeks, "Try one, would you?" She gleamed, pushing the metal tray out for emphasis, "I'd ask your father but he'd just say they were nice, never wants to upset me. He's too good."

Not wanting to answer, Y/N took a small crumbly cookie and bit into it, eyes bugging out at the statement only able to nod in response.

The step mother watched in anticipation, hair bouncing at her shoulders as usual, "So, gorgeous? Be honest with me, how are they?"

"Really good," She didn't like the woman, but couldn't deny her ability to copy a recipe, "I think these may even top the peanut butter ones."

Susan's sterile smile managed to stretch further and Y/N was scared her lips may crack and bleed from the force, "Perfect! We're handing them out to our new neighbours tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need you to get some new trainers for Maxine tomorrow, nothing expensive though, they're just for gym class. She's a four now.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead nodded while an idea popped into her head, "I drove past a giant superstore on my way here, I'm sure they're still open I can just go now."

"Are you sure, honey?" Susan sounded concerned, but Neil didn't share the same feelings, "Curfew is eleven until you start school on Monday, same rules apply here."

"I know, Dad." She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, not wasting a moment grabbing her brothers old khaki bomber jacket and her car keys. The front door shut just as quickly as it opened, leaving the small U Haul sitting on the driveway next to Billy's Camaro.

It had been her brother's favourite jacket since he was sixteen, but he'd gained so much muscle his arms couldn't slip into it anymore. Although Y/N was tall for the average girl, the material still managed to shroud her frame.

Y/N felt amazed after managing to get to the store fairly easily, she picked up some plain black pumps and paid for them with cash, pocketing the receipt to make sure Neil would reimburse her. That took less than fifteen minutes. There were still over two hours until she needed to be back at the house and she needed to make the most of any freedom from her father.

She was her mother's daughter and the opposite of Susan Mayfield-Hargrove; if someone showed themselves as a thorn and not the rose they seemed to be, they were a thorn. She could accept it and move on, which is difficult when they own the house she calls home. Her step mother was a fixer, finding wilted petals and taping them up against the thorn to appear more sightly. If Neil was the thorn, Y/N the rose, then Susan was a daisy in a field where she didn’t belong.

The younger Hargrove twin decided to explore her new home, driving around cul-de-sacs and roads which mirrored one another. After a while of aimless driving, Y/N parked up at the side of a quiet road, seeming to back onto a rich neighbourhood. She locked the muscle car, Ellie, and began walking on the edge of the road.

"Stay put, El." She whispered to herself, echoing her mother's voice. Meredith Hargrove always swore her car changed parking spaces whenever they went somewhere together.

Y/N couldn't imagine having so much space, no family was big enough to make use of it all. Her feet brought her into the small forest area, passing a few more eccentric gardens before finding one which intrigued her. The lights were all off, moonlight bouncing off the unmoving water in the centre of the garden.

Swimming had always been something the Hargrove girl not only loved but turned to in uncertainty. Billy would surf alongside her a long time ago, but he hadn't for years now. Her eyes danced around each room, unable to see any kind of life within the mansion. Against Y/N’s better judgement, she left the tall trees and let her toes edge onto someone's private property.

It seems a shame not to.

Fallen leaves stopped crunching under her brown boots as they found concrete slabs. The family must have employed a cleaner and gardener as nothing seemed out of place or dirty. The water was clear and not a single leaf or bug lay on its surface. Crouching down, her fingers drifted along the water, creating a small ripple, confirming her suspicions of how cold it would be.

She didn't care, stripping down into her underwear in the cool autumnal winds, anyone would've thought she was a crazy person. Y/N ignored the small ladder next to her and gracefully dived into the pool, swimming down to the bottom until she needed to come back up for air. The blonde lay on her back, staring up at the stars wondering what her friends were doing on the other side of America. Probably at Sadie's getting high.

Y/N wasn't sure how much time had passed, her fingertips were now wrinkled but it didn't bother her. She was in her element, so much so she didn't register when the kitchen light turned on and alerted the homeowner of someone in their pool.

Steve's body was overcome with terror as he did a double, triple take out of the kitchen window at the figure in his garden. He only wanted some leftover lasagne. Grabbing his nail punctured bat, the home alone teenager unlocked the back door, and against his own better judgement, creeped towards the intruder.

As he came closer, he was thankful to find a girl than a demogorgan, a girl he certainly didn't recognise. Her blonde hair lay on top of the water like a halo as she floated in her own world.

"Hello?" He questioned, bat still firmly in hand, "Why the fuck are you naked in my pool?"

Y/N left her mini trance, flailing in the water as her eyes found a teenage boy wielding an odd weapon, only a scream leaving her lips in response.

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malavera · 2 years ago

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Since Your Type is Older Men (18+) — Tom Cruise

summary: Tom is filled with Jealousy when he sees you Zooming with your University Professor.

pairings: husband!tom x wife!reader

warnings: mature content, smut, unprotected sex, sirkink, agegap, squirting

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a/n: this one's dedicated for @rinimitchell and @angelaemme as they're always the first two to always show support whenever i post! love you both, hope you enjoy it! x

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"Baby, you're killing me. Tell me what did I do wrong?" You whined towards your loving husband, plopping yourself down beside him on the fluffy couch. He pays you no mind, his eyes focused on the flat screen flicking through channels as he's aware there's nothing exciting to watch.

A frustration can be seen on your face, turning your head towards the TV and watch him still going through channels that he never picked. You sigh, "Just pick a damn channel and look at me." You groaned.

Being stubborn, he didn't listen to you. At this point, you believe the TV could blow off any second from the way he switched on the channels. Pursing your lips, you decided to take matters into your own hands as you pushed yourself off to your feet to straddle his thighs, blocking his view.

Settling down on his lap, you aggressively grabbed the remote from him and switch off the TV before tossing it away. Once you face him, a death stare was already set on you. Your eyebrows scrunched in anger, crossing your arms across your chest.

"What is up with you, Tom? Tell me what's wrong?" You aggressively asked.

“Who were you on Zoom with?”

“I told you! I was on Zoom with my Professor to talk about my grades and-”

“Exactly, and? What did he say? How can you maintain your grades?” And that’s when you realize, the man is being hostile because he’s jealous. Your crossed arms seemed to relax a bit, your shoulders following to slumped. Looking at him funny as you chuckle.

Tom on the other hand, is still annoyed. “What’s so funny?” He grumbled.

That made you laugh even more, “Oh baby, are you jealous?” Gasping for air as you asked your beloved while running your hands through his hair.

“No.”

Snorted, “Really? I think that’s hot.” You run your fingers through his long hair, pushing it back. Tom peered up at you from his lashes.

“I-” Stopping himself to sigh, “I just… Don’t like him.”

“You’ve never met the man.”

“Yeah and therefore, I don’t like him. Don’t you ever realize that sometimes he flirts with you? What kind of a Professor does that to their student? Don’t you find it disgusting?” Tom grimaced in disgust.

You suppress your laugh, you find this whole situation adorable. From being annoyed, to understanding and seeing where his coming from. It warms you that although the way he shows it, was annoying, but when you give yourself a second to think about it, he’s just being adorably protective over you—his young wife.

“Have you ever catch me responding to any of ‘em?” Tom pursed his lips, his eyes darting down to avoid looking at you.

“No.” He admit.

“I’ve always done my online meetings with you in the room, baby. You’ve seen everything, you should’ve trusted me.” You coo’ed, caressing his cheek with the palm of your hands. Tom sighed, his shoulders slumped, his hands reaching to grasp your hips.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just- Sometimes I would think, since your type is older men, he’s definitely older than you, good looking either… You’d leave me for him.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment not because of what he said was ever near true, but the way he pointed out how you love older men. You never thought of leaving him, ever, because why would you? You snatched the one and only Tom Cruise for christ sake—have he lost his mind?

“Baby, you hearing yourself? I will never leave you!” You exclaimed, cupping his face now.

“I will never… Ever.. Leave you.” You brought his face closer to yours, forcing him to look at you.

“Never, okay? Besides..” You trailed, your hands slowly went down to his neck. “I have you, the man, the myth, the legend, who saved Hollywood’s ass.. Tom Cruise.” You coo’ed in his ear, your hips gently grinds on his lap.

“Yeah?” His famous smirk slowly appearing.

“Yeah.” You pouted, nodding your head.

“Why is your type older men, anyways?” Tom teased, the hands that were on your hips moves gently to caress you.

“If I tell you, I’m gonna have to kill you.” You may or may not quoted him using his lines from the greatest movie of all time. Tom laughs before he pulls you in for a deep kiss. The kiss turned out to be heated by the second, the way his tongue swipes against your bottom lip asking for entrance. From there on, it turns into some kind of battling for dominance. He couldn’t help but gently capture your bottom lip, seductively pulling it as you kept grinding on his lap.

He released your bottom lip to let out a soft grunt, with his eyes screwed shut as he could feel your soaked thong against his bulge. “You never really answered the question, pretty.” Tom manage to say something, but grunting in each words.

Humming, you stopped grinding your hips to undo his pants. Pulling it down along with his boxers freeing his, now fully, erect cock. A sigh of relief you earned from him, as your eyes darted to stare at him.

“You’re the one who set the bars. I love older men, because of you. And, I’m so lucky that I finally have you, Tommy.” You coo’ed, pecking his lips as you pushed your thong aside, guiding his cock to your hole gently rubbing the tip against your glistening cunt.

“Don’t ever think about that ever again, yeah? I just want to fuck my husband, and that- is you.” You whispered against his lips before you sink yourself down his shaft. Tom’s breath shuddered watching your face contorted into euphoria along releasing the most pornographic moans.

“Mmh… How I love this cock in my pussy, Sir. Only your cock she wants.” Tom grunted listening to you dirty talk in his ears, feeling you softly went up and down on him.

“Don’t you love my pussy, Sir? My tight warm pussy, for your old cock?” Something inside him snapped as he pushed you down against the cushions—earning a loud gasp from you.

“Old cock you say huh?” You smirked.

“Well.. That’s how you perceive yourself, weren’t you?” Tom clicked his tongue while shaking his head from side to side in disbelief.

“Don’t forget that this old cock, had made you cum-” He harshly thrusted his hips, “Made your legs shook-” And another one, “And made you squirted so many times.” He growled.

You smirk, “Yes, Sir. That’s what you do to me.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom grabbed your legs and wrap them around his hips along with throwing his shirt away. He harshly undo your oversized shirt to reveal your perfect body. Already glistening with little sweats anticipating his next move.

Tom harshly snapped his hips thrusting his cock into your cunt, his hands holding onto your tits gripping them so tight but not tight enough where it could hurt you. In fact, you didn’t feel pain from any of this. You enjoy this, you enjoy him going off with your pussy. Loud pornographic moans raining from your lips, as you both stare at each other while his cock drilling in your pussy.

“Mmh yes, keep going Sir. Please.”

“Oh, Sir! Yes, it feels so good.”

“You feel so good.”

You try to boost his ego more by spilling out dirty talks that you think he would love. Oh, he definitely loves it. Listening to you talk dirty to him makes him goes feral even more as he pushed your legs up in the air then push them back resulting you to hug your legs as he pushed himself into you more. Tom grunts feeling the way your cunt puckered around his cock, gladly welcomes him with your warmth as the wetness you produce formed a squelching sound.

“Mmh, are you gonna cum, Sir?” You mewled. Your eyebrows scrunched to form an innocent face as he stares at you death in the eyes. Feeling himself getting closer.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum in me?” Tom moaned. As much as he’d want to bust his nut right there and now, he couldn’t. He wants to prove a point. You gasped in surprise as he harshly pull himself out from your cunt.

“Wha-” You were about to protest but then his 2 fingers enters your hole, flicking and fucking you. “Fuck!” You cursed along releasing a loud moan. By now, you believe the cushions is soaked due to your fluid as his fingers fucks into you.

“You always love my fingers, right?” Tom breathed, as his fingers vigorously fucking you. “Come on baby, I want you to squirt for me.” You moaned.

“F-fuck! Tommy.” You shrieked, he knew the fastest way to get you to squirt for him was using his fingers. And he proved himself right, seconds later you gushed out your fluids out—spraying his abdomen and made a real mess. But, Tom didn’t stop there.

When you were still squirting, he replaced his fingers with his cock. A loud moan escaped from him, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“This is going to be a long night for you, baby.”

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chaotically-cas · 4 years ago

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Mini thought I had but sometimes I find it interesting to thing about actors who almost had famous roles but turned them down. For example.

- Tom Hanks turning down Jerry Maguire. I think it was a good choice because who is better to play the mentally loco & crazy Jerry than Tom Cruise. But I think it’s also a role we’ve seen Hanks in before a lot (sleepless, you’ve got mail, etc)

- Tom Cruise turning down Ren from footloose. Now I’m not sure exactly why he turned it down despite the director saying Kevin Bacon wasn’t ‘f**kable’ but as much as I love TC I think that was the right choice because. Well. Kevin killed it.

- Val Kilmer turning down Johnny from dirty dancing. He turned it down because he didn’t wanna be known as the ‘hot shot’ (ok top gun volleyball scene whatever) even though that’s part of what got Swayze to be so famous, plus I think he got nothing on his dance moves.

- Leonardo DiCaprio turning down Ennius Del Mar (broke back). Because even though this role was turned down by many other a list actors I think this one is what strikes me most because of the similarities between DiCaprio & Ledgers other work but I think they did make the right choice.

- Tom Cruise turning down Edward scissorhands. Now this one gets me because the sole reason he turned down the movie is because the director refused to answer his questions on his the character used the bathroom lmao. But I think Depp was great for the role cause he has a kinda eeriness Cruise doesn’t

- John Travolta turning down Forest Gump is the best thing to ever happen. No offense (kinda offense) but I think he would have absolutely killed that role but not in a complementary way. I don’t think you could get better than Hanks for that role.

- Will Smith turning down Neo’s role in the matrix kinda tickles my fancy not going to lie. I think that would have been an incredibly in style & good role for him especially at the age & stardom he was when it came out.

- Jack Nickolson turning down The Godfather kind of confuses me because it seems like such a role made for him considering his gravitas, not that Pachino wasn’t amazing, but I think that with such an iconic & long lasting role it’s hard not to imagine

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multific · 5 years ago

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Paradise

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Requested by: scorpionchild81

Request: Imagine winning a ticket to a luxury cruise, disaster strikes and you end up shipwrecked on an island with none other than Tom Hiddleston…

You thought that this was your chance, you finally won something!

A not just a bar of chocolate or something, but a ticket for a luxury cruise. And you just couldn’t wait to be on the ship. You won the ticket when you went with a friend of yours to shop at a mall, there was a young woman trying to get people to spin the wheel and win. You and your friend thought why not. She won a coupon while you won the ticket.

The only downside was probably that you had to go alone. But other than that, your prize included everything.

It was a month and a half trip on the Atlantic Ocean, the trip would start from Portugal and it would go over to America, the first stop is Brazil and then Miami and then it would be back to Portugal. It honestly sounded like the best vacation one could have. Being on a luxurious ship that offers everything you can wish for, beautiful rooms, restaurants, shops, and scenery, really sounded like a dream.

It was almost as if it was too good to be true.

And it was.

Because on the fourth day of the ship, everything went downhill.

You got woken up by an awful loud sound and then the alarm went off. Everyone was yelling, panicking and running around.

Everything was chaos.

At some point a person pushed you and you ended up hitting your head. Just as you reached the dock, you saw what caused the panic, fire.

The loud sound you heard was an explosion and then came the fire.

You heard crying, shouting as you ended up falling over the railing and into the water.

Luckily for you, you found a piece of wood to hold yourself up.

You were on the open water for a day, trying to find other survivors was impossible, since after you fell off, the ship another explosion hit, but this one, blew the whole ship up. The whole ship was gone in a matter a minutes. Leaving everyone dead.

You were devastated.

You watched hundreds of people die, a huge ass ship sink and the fact that your whole life was ruined wasn’t even your biggest concern. All you could think about is the bodies, as you floated with them in the water. Reminding yourself that all of them had lives, families. So, this is what they call ‘survivors guilt’?

Another day passed on the piece of wood. Now you floated far away. And honestly? You were ready to die. Thirst will get to you quick or exhaustion.

Then you heard a faint noise, it made you pick your head up, but as you couldn’t see anything other than water, you blamed it on your imagination.

Then you saw it, in the corner of your eye, an island.

The revelation lit a fire inside you as you basically raced there.

And once you were on land, you flopped down in the shade of a tree, you slept what felt like days, hunger and thirst woke you up.

You sat on the sand for a good minute before going into the forest and finding a water source and a coconut to eat. You were extremely lucky to be able to find a water source that is safe to drink and food at the same time in such a short amount of time.

***

You didn’t know how long you have been on the island. On an island in the middle of the Ocean. Every day, you’d go to the beach in hopes of seeing a ship or plane, to see someone who will help you. After all, it wasn’t that small of an island, it had a mountain and when you climbed up there, you noticed that the place was bigger than you originally thought. The water has washed some wreckage from the ship to shore, from those materials, you were able to build yourself a shelter, but after a few days you found a cave in the mountain, and now you were living there. It rained a lot on the island. Which was a great way for you to collect water. You even found a pond and river in the forest, but you saw enough episodes on Discovery Channel and you knew better than to immediately jump into the water. After you made sure everything was fine with it, which was, you decided to go there every day to clean yourself and to collect water.

You managed by yourself, but one thing never left you, the nightmares. Whenever you thought back, all those people, children as well. Just… dead.

One night, it was the worst storm since you have been there. You sat back at the furthest part of the cave, trying to keep yourself warm with your found clothes and blankets. You watched the entrance of the cave with fear and alarm. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a man appeared in front of the cave. He was breathing heavily, clothes dirty and wet, he had facial hair, which was an obvious giveaway that he had been there for some time now.

Both of you froze as you just stared at each other. You grabbed your defense knife so if he tried anything, you’d be ready. But he didn’t, instead, he was the first to talk.

“Are you from the cruise as well?”

That’s when you recognized his face. You saw him, wearing a nice blue suit, shaved, eating with the rich. You heard that he was an actor, but even so, you were glad to have at least one person with you.

“Yes. How did you get away? Are you alone?” you asked, putting your knife down, he came a bit closer to you, the storm was too loud outside. He sat down on the opposite side of the fire. He looked tired and relieved that he found not only shelter and warmth but a person too.

“I’m alone. After the cruise blew up, I was knocked into the water. I survived, but I have this.” he said as he pointed at a very nasty looking cut on his chest.

You stood up and opened a luggage, looking for the first aid kit you found earlier in one of them.

When you pulled the white box out, you heard him letting a sigh out, probably relieved that he would get help. You patched up his cut as best as you could. You prepared him by saying that you had to sew the cut together.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” you said while you applied the finishing touches, trying to keep his mind off of the pain. It was rather hard to do so since you weren’t a nurse and he was grunting and moaning in pain.

“Tom Hiddleston.” he got his name out during another groan.

When you were done, you put everything into a bowl to wash it. When you looked back at him, he was sleeping. The exhaustion and the pain got to him.

***

The next day you were there when he woke up. You gave him some food.

“I don’t know how long I have been here. What about you?”

“About a week I’d say. I tried to keep track but I just couldn’t.” he said as he looked at you. “But you made a shelter, I never did. I walked around this island, trying to find something or someone. Then yesterday, during the storm, I was looking for shelter and then I thought I saw light coming from here. I’m glad I was right.”

Hearing someone talk was like a blessing, having someone to talk to was even better. You and Tom talked for a very long time. You both shared your stories and basically helped each other get through and over the trauma.

If it wasn’t for the tragedy, you would have never been able to sit down with him like this and talk.

And you were glad you had the opportunity since he was a very sincere and kind person. And the fact that he helped you a lot was only a bonus.

You made the most out of your situation, you built a house in the forest near the river, a small wooden house, but it fitted perfectly with the weather and was a lot warmer than the cave.

Since Tom and you were the only ones on the island, you became close. He helped you hunt and skin animals, when you asked how he knew about those things, he said that he had a role like that once.

You soon became friends.

But as one night you finally had enough, you decided he needed to shave. He said he never did it with a blade, so you had to do it.

As you sat in the cabin, next to the fire, shaving the man, you admired his face.

Sure, he was handsome, but without his beard, his cheeks were more visible so was his jawline, and those eyes, those blue eyes had you mesmerized.

He smiled when he noticed you staring at him, but that smile soon turned serious when he noticed just what state you were in. You looked like you were under some kind of spell.

You slowly moved closer to him, staring at his lips then into his eyes. You stopped for a brief second, waiting for him to pull back and reject you, but when you felt his hand on your back, pulling you closer, you weren’t afraid anymore.

As your lips melted into his, you completely forgot your situation, you completely forgot the place you were at, all that mattered was how perfectly his thin warm lips felt against yours.

The next morning you woke up naked, on the floor and in his arms.

You wanted to sit up or at least change your position, but he held you way too close and tight. All you could do was wait for Tom to wake up while you stared at the wall thinking.

You wondered if he’d wake up regretting last night. You wondered if he even saw you that way or he just let you do what you wanted to.

And when he finally woke up, you didn’t even know why you were so nervous, even if he said he wasn’t certain about his feelings, he didn’t turn you down, instead, he said he was interested where it will take the two of you.

Sure, the two of you had different backgrounds but the tragedy brought the two of you together, the two of you were able to find heaven on earth and changed the hellish place into a paradise of your own.

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fanficparker · 6 years ago

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Radio Silence | H.O.

Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend! Harrison Osterfield x Reader Word count: ~2.7k words Warnings: A lot of Angst... Maybe some fluff in the end... ⚠ Mentions of self-harm, hospital, cheating... (Mentions of Tom, Harry and Zendaya)

Summary: After your break-up, Harrison made his life miserable. Sitting in his car with him, you both could relate to the unspoken words with the lyrics of the songs airing on the radio. But are those songs enough to break this radio silence?

( Songs used: Drive by Halsey & Stuck by Imagine Dragons - Lyrics written in bold ) (This is actually a part of my first ever series 'Ocean eyes', but could be read as a standalone too... So here you go!)

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Everyone said, you and Harrison were inseparable. Bullshit. All they said was bullshit.

After a great platonic to romantic chemistry and now history, you two were no longer together. After what he claimed to be 'an accidental sleeping with his ex-girlfriend who took advantage of his drunken state' you had left him and he didn't even have any right to stop you, he was the one who messed up, right? Right... He knew that, but being away from you was something that was killing him from inside. Damn, it would be a lie if he didn't actually think of dying at least once. He did, but he knew he can't die, he has a family and he wasn't the kind of person who'd chose to die for escaping trouble. He knew his life was not just his, so he decided to push back those dirty suicidal feelings only to be replaced by yet another self-harming ideas.

How much blood is required to forget you? He started off slow. Just some minor cuts along the inside of his sleeves. But they weren't enough to suppress the pain he thought he gave you. They quickly evolved to be deeper. With each passing day, he would see how his blood mixed so well with the running water, as if they were meant to be together. He even started writing random words mainly apologies or drawing random patterns over his hands and chest using the blade. His shirts became darker, his sleeves longer with each passing day. He significantly started eating less, so less that he could feel like starving. Not eating accompanied by the loss of blood he suffered every day worsened his health dangerously. He couldn't even to walk properly. He was always dizzy, his vision blurry. He tripped over things too often. His blood sugar level was going significantly low, rising anaemia making his condition adverse. His family and friends especially Tom was so worried for him, but he didn't allow anyone to help him.

He only wanted you. He wanted you back so badly.

All this led him to end up in a hospital, tripping over and hitting his head on the sharp metal door edge. And that was when you realized what he had done with himself when you were away. You had visited him to the hospital often, but none of you had share even a word. Even after his recovery and extra care by his family you both haven't talked about what he did, yet... Even when you stumbled paths... Just silence...

•••

Days went by like this...

No words shared between both of you. Whenever you were at the same place, whenever your eyes met with him, either of you looked down or turned away. It was Zendaya's birthday party and she invited both of you as usual. The party was really great, both of you had a great time, but not with each other. You were talking to Zendaya when Tom interrupted you.

"Y/n I need to rush back home right now, Harry took my car. Can I borrow your car? Haz please drop her to her house, I need to leave" Tom stated, didn't even giving you any chance to answer. You knew what he was trying to do, but you had no choice but give him the keys.

•••

Your heart skipped an unhealthy amount of beats, nerves starting to cruise through your entire body as you walked towards Harrison's car.

"Maybe I could ask anyone else to drop me home!" you whispered, looking around, only to see Harrison coming towards you.

"Ma-My car is over there," he pointed, you nodded, moving towards him. You could see how stiff his body appeared, he was surely more nervous than you.

A drive with Harrison, alone.

You took the passenger's seat as he began driving, both of you never looking at each other. The usual silence filling in between you making the noise of both of your breathing and heartbeat clearly audible. These sounds made both of you even more uncomfortable. Harrison finally decided to turn on the radio, only to lead this silence somewhere else.

'My neck, the feeling of your soft lips,'

The way his fingers ran softly through your face, the way his eyes out stared yours, the way his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. The way he slowly leaned in, his lips on yours, moving slowly to rest on your neck. His hands travelling from your cheeks to hold your hands in his, squeezing it gently nibbling your neck. His touch, his lips, memories...

'Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed.'

Didn't he had a chance to excuse himself and leave alone? Didn't you have a chance to excuse yourself, deny his offer and ask someone else? You had, both of you had. And you both intentionally missed it. How can't you? Those flares in his ocean eyes made everything hazy, except for him.

'All we do is drive...'

That's where you are right now. That's where he's right now, with you. Driving... No interaction, no expressions... Nothing!

'All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.'

You still care for him right? If not then why were you shedding tears fearing that he could die? Why was he harming himself? Didn't his love shrink over time? Can't he move on from you? Why didn't you moved on after that? Did you ever think of getting into a new relationship?

'All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign,'

This silent drive, where his eyes are glued on the road ahead. The silent drive, where your eyes are glued to your window. The silent drive, where both of your eyes are threatened to fall on each other. Aren't you waiting for him to make a move, break this aching silence? Isn't he waiting for you to do the same?

'Sick and full of pride.'

Isn't he sick of your absence? Isn't he sick seeing the vacant bed beside him? Isn't he sick not seeing you try making a new dish for him? Isn't he sick of missing you? But it's your pride not to react, it's your pride not to look at the person who cheated you. Right?! Can't you just break this pride? Don't you want to?

'All we do is drive...'

But still, you are enjoying each others company, even when there are no words exchanged, even though you both aren't even looking at each other, even though you and he are wanting the leeway... Isn't it?

'Your laugh echoes down the hallway. Carves into my hollow chest spreads over the emptiness,'

The time when he was facing continuous rejection, the time he was struggling extremely hard with his career, the time when he almost lost all hopes that he could even get signed for the project, he remembers it very well. And one thing he remembers in addition to that struggle is - you, your smile, your laugh, your support, all of you. The mere presence of you could make him feel better, he used to forget all the failures and just sit with you, holding you close for hours talking and giggling at even the most non-sense jokes you made.

'It's bliss...'

Having you by his side was his biggest win. Isn't it weird you both were just strangers once, and then you just became inseparable? The way he comforted you, the way he made you feel beautiful, the way he brushed his lips on yours... How can you get over all that?

'It's so simple but we can't stay.'

But after what all happened between you and him, you both are finally separated, right? You both don't care about each other? You both surely can never stay together, right?

'Over analyze again,'

Think... Think... Please think... Isn't there a way? Anyway? That these things could be corrected? Think... Think... Please think...

'Would it really kill you if we kissed?'

Can't you drop your pride– for once? Can't he face you– for once? Can't you both get along– for once? Just kiss him and you're back together. Just kiss her and you're back together. Is it that simple?

The song only made you both furious. Even now your ears felt like filling from guilt?!

This needs to stop now.

His hand moved from the starring wheel towards the off button on the radio. Before he could even barely touch the radio, his hand brushed with yours. His gaze instantly shifted from the almost vacant highway road to you. The faint light from the street lamps reflected your eyes shining with tears and his own. You were at the same point as him, stretching your arm to shut off the radio.

None of you moved further, hands still touching... Even the slightest touch was making everything seem hazy. Even the music felt like fainting, even though it was still at the same volume. The loud noise of a car horn made your both jolt, back to reality. Harrison instantly gripped the starring wheel, focusing on the road, taking over the front vehicle.

Silence? Again?

Your tongue took over your body, maybe it was just actually bad at keeping things hidden. Your lips parted, faint words forming...

"We need to talk!"

He didn't respond. He didn't even listen. He was preoccupied with his thoughts, thinking how weak he was.

"We need to talk Haz!" you spoke again, louder and confident. He startled at your words.

Haz...

Seems like a whole life, you called him Haz, or even actually called him.

"Stop the damn car Harrison, we need to talk!" Unsure of how to react, unsure of what you wanted to talk, he finally decided to let you take over. He took a deep sigh, shutting his eyes for a split second. His hands travelled to the car's gear pulling it. His feet slowed down the accelerator. His hand reached the indicator light switch pulling it to the left side. His hands turned the wheel to the left, the speed of the car dying down until it came to a halt.

You got yourself out of the seatbelt, opening the car door walking out of the car. But he was still inside, he didn't even release his seatbelt. Your knuckles were white as snow. With clenched fists you marched to his side, banging his window.

"Come out Harrison. Just come out." Your banging made Harrison's heart skip so many beats that he couldn't even count them himself. He unbuckled his seat belt. You stepped a little back, to give him space to open the car door. He slowly came out looking down.

"Yeah" he mumbled.

"Yeah, what yeah! Nothing is yeah" you grabbed his collar making him look at you. He jolted at your sudden pulling him towards you. The whooshing sound of passing by cars cutting through the wind made you both walk behind the car. The new song on the radio could be heard faintly, still, it was audible.

'I been afraid, don't wanna fade out of my body,'

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You questioned pulling back his collars, anger could easily be spotted in your tone.

"Huh? What? " Innocently he tried to understand what you were trying to say.

"What? Seriously? I should ask this! " You said, almost yelled grabbing his left hand unbuttoning his cuff's button.

'I have been astray, barely awake, floating above me.'

"What are you—"

"Just shut up. I am the one who'll speak now!" You spat cutting his words, rolling his sleeve to his elbows, revealing those old self-harm marks.

"So yeah what are these? Why in the hell you did these? Why?" your voice cracking, eyes now lined with tears. Your reaction made him surprised.

'Covered in red, what can I say? I've been a zombie. I'm feeling like I've been locked in a grave.'

"Y/n," he said softly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.

"What if you died?" Your voice almost a whisper as the tears spilt over and a sob escaped your throat. You quickly turned around, pushing his hand away, hands folded on your chest, your back facing him as more tears escaped your eyes.

'You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party.'

You tried to divert your mind on the occasional whooshing sound of cars at high speed and their horns, but that was a stupid thought. The cold wind touching your face covered in hot tears made you flinch at your own touch as you occasionally wiped your tears.

'You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry.'

"I'm sorry Y/n," you felt him standing right behind you. You wiped your tears, a chuckle left your throat as you turned to face him. His eyes filled with tears, felt like even if he shook his head a little bit they will spill all over his face.

'I'm feeling like you've been taking away.'

"It's all my fault." you sighed facing down. You could see tears falling directly on the ground.

"No," he said lifting your chin with his finger. "I cheated you, I broke your trust." His voice soft, tears spilt over his cheeks. You moved your hand to rest on the cut on his forehead.

"And this? I—" your tired voice was cut his finger resting on your lips.

"Ssshh," he whispered looking into your weary eyes, his eyes even wearier.

'You were my one, you were my one. When all has been said, all has been done.'

For the next few seconds, no words were exchanged between you both. Just silence, but not the usual silence, it seemed like you both were trying to read each other's eyes.

'You were my one, you were my one. Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh.'

He removed his finger from your lips placing his hand on your cheek. His other hand reaching to cup your face in his shaky hands. You felt like leaning on his touch, your body lost its control, eyes shutting slowly as he repeated your action. None of you aware who initiated. You felt his lips pressed firmly on yours. It wasn't a heated kiss, by definition, but it was full of emotions. The kiss was slow, your lips moving with his, the occasional parting of lips giving each other chance to get closer to each other. Something you both have missed from long. His hands moved to rest on your waist pulling you even closer as your hands travelled to his neck closing any distance in between. The kiss felt needy, soft, never-ending, full of so many emotions that it was almost impossible to name all the emotions. You both finally parted, foreheads touching. You didn't even open your eyes still trying to devour this old feeling that just renewed. His hand travelled to hold your hand, his fingers entangling with your fingers. He gave your hand a little squeeze making you open your eyes, smiling sheepishly.

'Time goes by and still, I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh...Well, time goes by and still, I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh...'

"I missed you," he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips as he lifts up his hand holding yours to your eye level glancing at the intervened fingers.

"I am not leaving you, again." You reassured.

"Then marry me, Y/n."

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borhapparker · 6 years ago

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odd love | tom holland

summary: in which the reader is 28 hears old and a costume designer for spider-man: homecoming, as well as mutually pinning for tom holland.

Word Count: 1481

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Y/n is a famous makeup/costume coordinator. Best known for fitting Grant Gustin into his Flash suit and Barry Allen’s clothes, Gal Gadot into her Wonder Woman suit, Tom Cruise into his outfits and fighting makeup and Jennifer Lawrence with her Katniss Everdeen attire.

And now, she was in charge of fitting the newest Marvel actor, Tom Holland, for his role as Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man.

She was most excited about this role, because she had been asked to play with the outfit a little more than the other ones.

‘Make it unique,’ they had told her, days before they were set to meet in Atlanta for Captain America:Civil War.

And that’s what she did. She changed the style, made it tighter and more fitted to the body. She added little details in the suit, alongside his new chest piece.

As soon as she had gotten to set, on the first day of Captain America: Civil War, she immediately headed over to the directos, turning in her finished costume before she headed off to makeup.

Every day the same routine, as it became a habit rather than a chore. Soon enough, it was time to leave, as filming was finished, and everyone had gathered at a cast crew’s house to watch the raw footage of the movie, where everyone would help pick out little things that didn’t go into the movie.

This was her favorite part. Everyone was at their most vulnerable, where they would not only joke around and bond, but they would also share a small part of their contribution. Everything that they put into a year be half of filming was coming together and they felt they were at their most vulnerable.

And then, it was over. She was back to making her own costumes to sell, until her manager had called her.

“Marvel called. They want you back to fit Tom Holland for Spider-Man: Homecoming.”

That’s how she came to be where she is now. Walking back to set in Atlanta, her jansport backpack sling over her shoulder, converse on her feet and her hair up in a loose ponytail.

Jon, the new director, had welcomed her, a smile on his face as he told her how much he admired her work and her costumes. “The costume details are perfect for this movie!”

They had handed her back the suit, asking her different questions about the details and how to incorporate them into the movie. It was simple. And then, it wasn’t.

“We are up for playing with anything at this point. So, hit us with some effects and anything you’d like to change about how it might look on screen.”

Her list was long, but it was worth it, because it was approved as soon as the words spilled from her lips.

“I was thinking, for the new spidey symbol on the front, we could do it so whenever he wants to take off the suit, he just pushes the button and it loosens from his body, making it like an oversized suit and it just slips off his body. And whenever he wants to put it on, he presses the button again and it instantly adjusts to his body.”

“That’s an awesome idea.”

“And we could have hidden spidey wings between the elbow and his ribs.”

“How?”

The design was simple, and made for a good easter egg in the movie, since it would connect to the Disney XD show, Ultimate Spider-Man.

That’s how her first day went, talking to the directors, and meeting the new cast.

Some people she had been before, since she worked on the set of Captain America: Civil War, and others she met occasionally, when they were doing casting.

And then, came her time to see Tom Holland again.

Over the course of her job, she had developed feelings for the brunette boy, who was actually 7 years younger than her. Yet, during her time there, she had seen him grow into someone she never imagined. And he greeted her with a smile and a wave.

The smile that made her heart hurt.

She was 28. He was 21.

The age gap was huge.

She didn’t mind. He didn’t mind.

But they knew it wouldn’t work. The media would go crazy, the fans would call it “sexualizing” and “illegal”, when they were both adults.

She wanted to tell him. Tell him everything. But she ignored it, knowing it could ruin their careers.

She never expected for him to make the first move.

Especially, in front of everyone.

“Hey, y/n, you got a minute?”

Turning around at the sound of her name, she noticed Harrison standing there, a smile on his face as he waved.

“Hi Harrison. What’s up?”

“Uh, are you available this weekend?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I’m throwing a surprise party for Tom and we need some help. Also, because we wanted you to help design the cake.”

Did I forget to mention that she knew how to bake? Not only could she decorate like a professional, but she could also make the best chocolate coffee cake out of her whole family.

“Yeah, of course! Where is it gonna be?”

“Do you want me to text you the address? And we could meetup so I can help you with the cake.”

“Sure.”

They exchanged phone numbers, as she smiled at him before Tom walked through the door.

“Hey guys. Y/n they told me to come in here for my makeup for scene 67.”

“Right! Sit and I’ll put it on.”

He sat in the chair, his phone in hand as he started to record the process, something he really liked to do. Her hands moved quickly as she brushed layers and layers of makeup, making him look dirty and beat up, a bruise on his cheek and a split lip.

“This looks amazing, mate!” Harrison exclaimed, a huge smile on his face as he watched her brush move over his lip, adding the finishing touches on masterpiece.

“It does! Thank you so much, y/n!” Without a second thought, Tom pulled her in for a hug, his arms around her waist as hers circled his shoulders.

They pulled away with a blush on their cheeks, as Tom, with another smile, walked out, Harrison behind him before he stopped, and turned to her.

“You know, he really likes you.”

The blush grew, as she smiled, looking at Harrison.

“Really?”

“Love, I can see it in his eyes.”

“But, I’m so much older than him. He could have anyone he wants his age.”

“Darling, do you have any idea how much he doesn’t care about the age gap? He is utterly in love with you.”

“I really like him too.”

“Then tell him.” Harrison then left without saying another word, leaving her with a lot to think about.

Y/n was packing up her things, as filming had ended for the day, and everyone was told to stay in their trailers. She had been putting away her makeup when she got a text message from Harrison.

'Love, would you mind meeting me at Stage 6? To talk about Tom’s birthday surprise.’

She responded immediately, while grabbing her adidas jacket.

'Course. I’ll be there in 5.’

Heading out, she headed straight for Stage 5, seeing the whole cast waiting as she entered.

Everyone looked at her, before making a passageway in the middle of the crowd, reaching Tom on the other end, who was waiting with roses in front of him.

A smile was on her lips, as she walked towards him. It almost seemed like a dream. Everyone watched the pair as they neared each other, before she had stopped, a couple inches from his body.

“These are for you.”

Handing her the roses, she smiled, before looking up at him.

“Y/n, I know it might seem weird, especially since I’m younger than you, but I really like you. I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t want to wait anymore. I don’t care if others don’t approve of our relationship or if they find it inappropriate. I really don’t give two shits. I love you. I love you so damn much and I don’t care what others think. I only care about you.”

A smile was on her lips, as a tear slipped down her face. Tom wiped it from her cheeks, a smile on his face before she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Time seemed to stop, as they were only focused on the feeling of their lips against each other, smiles on their faces, and knowing, that this, was true love.

When they finally pulled apart, Tom was looking down at the girl of his dreams, a smile adorned his face as he took her in.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Without hesitating, she answered a simple word, that changed their whole lives.

“Yes.”

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