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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 25 days

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Hi, I started reading your stories and I love the, could I please request a modern!slightly older!Eddie x neighbour!reader? He can tell she always excited when texting on her phone, one day as he comes home, she comes out all dressed up for a date but later he finds out reader was ghosted and comforts her? Maybe smut? Maybe reader gets bruises/hickeys easily?

Fluff, jealous Eddie. Mdni. 18+blog.

Request by anon 💞

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Eddie always noticed you. You were his next door neighbour, always friendly to him and he enjoyed talking to you. As well as being sweet, you were also funny and had a dry sarcastic wit that he was instantly taken with.

On a sunny day in June, he was returning from his shift as the local mechanic in the auto repair shop in town. As per usual you were sitting outside and basking in the sunshine, however every couple of minutes you would look at your phone and smile dreamily.

Come to think of it, Eddie had noticed that you were always texting and smiling secretly to yourself the last few days. He was curious at what was causing you to be so smiley and giddy.

He stops to chat for a bit and still feels that tug of wonder when you continue to text this unknown person with the biggest grin on your face. It was stupid but it made Eddie pouty, he was used to making you smile like that.

It didn't take very long for him to find out the roof of your giddiness. After work the next day, he stopped by the store and got a six pack of beer and figured he would ask you to join him for a drink.

Only when he got home you were locking up and he almost swallowed his tongue as he saw that you were dressed to the nines, wearing a dress that highlighted every inch of your body.

You smile at Eddie and grow flustered at the stunned look on his face, "You look amazing princess" he manages to say and your expression brightens in delight.

"Thanks, I have a date". Suddenly the images of you texting, the giddiness and almost shy way you would stare at your phone all made sense, the pieces clicked into place as he realised you must have texting the lucky dude or girl.

"His name is Andrew, I met him at work and we've been talking for a few weeks" Eddie listens to this and feels the swell of jealousy stir in his veins. Andrew was one lucky dude.

"Have fun, any funny business happens then you call me, okay?" He knows he's being protective but he likes you and doesn't want anything sinister happening to you.

You nod and kiss his cheek then hurry over to your car, Eddie watches you go, his cheeks burn with the imprint of your lips on his cheek.

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Sullen Eddie settles down for a quiet night but is surprised when an hour later he hears the screech of your tires. He peers out the window and watches you get out, slam the door and head into your house.

Fuck, the guy must have been a dick. Making a split second decision, he decides to go and check on you. Anger burns in his veins at the thought of Andrew getting you upset.

He gently knocks on your door and you answer it, there's a trace of tears on your cheeks and Eddie fumes. "What did the fucker do?" he growls, you wipe your eyes and gesture for Eddie to come in.

"He didn't even show Eddie, I waited for like twenty minutes and texted him but he completely ghosted me" Not only was this guy an idiot but he was a stupid one at that.

Your tears tug at Eddie's heart and he pulls you into a hug. You snuggle close to him and lay your head on his chest.

"He's an asshole princess. If I ever run into him I'll kick his ass for making you cry" your sobs quieten and you let out an unmistakable giggle.

"If you let me take you on a date then believe me you would have the time of your life sweetheart" Eddie stiffens as he realises what he said, he can't take it back and honestly he doesn't want to take it back.

You smile impishly and the look on your face takes Eddie's breath away. "Then maybe you should take me on that date Munson, if you're so sure or yourself"

Like magnets you move even closer to each other and Eddie kisses you, feels heat rush through his body as you begin to kiss him back.

He kisses you passionately, moves to your neck and leaves love bites on your skin, then he stops and you make a little whimper of annoyance, glare at him. He trails a finger over the little bites that are blooming on your skin.

"Sorry princess but wooing first before the rest of the good stuff" he promises and you brighten at this.

"Alright Munson, colour me intrigued" Eddie makes a wow then to do his best to woo and make you happy.

Maybe he could sneak a few kisses before then though... 🤭

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #older eddie munson #eddie munson

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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sooo mei I was reading through your matt murdock ml and stumbled across the mafia one and pleaseee that is so cute, would you ever expand on that au? like maybe r’s flat is broken into and before she can even go to the cops there’s a bunch of matt’s guys there like don’t worry we’ve got it handled and she’s just ???

mafia!matt is the last thing i thought i'd be writing in the year 2024 but i can work with what you gave me <3

You're not sure whether you'd consider yourself lucky for escaping the bank unscathed, or unlucky for having been in the bank during an active shooting in the first place. Either way, the entire ordeal leaves you unsettled for weeks. You're bordering on agoraphobic, but food is a must, so you set out to brave the streets of Hell's Kitchen in search of something quick and dirty.

Upon your return, you know you're unlucky. You'd locked the door when you'd left, but evidently that doesn't stop someone who's desperate enough to break into a place that's barely up to code. You stare into the gaping, dark recess of your burgled apartment, noting that several electronics and appliances are out of place, but none of them appear to be missing. Your television is cracked, but you suppose your computer will be a suitable replacement until you can manage to afford a new screen.

You back away from the door just in case there's still someone inside; you're not stupid enough to investigate for yourself. However, the moment you step back, you ram into someone behind you, and your mottled nerves make you nearly shoot out of your skin.

All you can manage is a muffled, 'mmf!' when a hand clamps itself over your mouth, but the voice accompanying the hand is quick to assure you, "Easy, tuts, we're not gonna make it worse. We're with- uh, the cops. Okay? We got a call from the neighbors, 'said they heard someone breakin' in. We've got it handled, alright? Just relax. You can head back inside, that creep is long gone. We'll have someone stand guard outside, got it?"

You're only let go of when your captor deems you calm, but your heart is still racing in your chest when you turn to face him. He doesn't look anything like a police officer, but he does look menacing. He shows you a badge and I.D, and they look authentic enough for your arrythmia to settle.

"Go on," He ushers you towards the door, "Get in there, we'll take care of it from here."

You adjust your grip on your plastic bag of frozen meals, passing a couple other men that are now posted at the front door of your apartment. Each attempts a kind smile at you, and you're glad to shut the door on them once you get inside.

There's a man on your couch.

You don't notice until you flick the light switch on, but he's sitting there, clad in a suit and sunglasses. You shriek, and briefly consider whether or not your frozen ravioli could be used as a suitable projectile.

"Relax," The man stands, an easy smile on his face, one that drips with sympathy, "I'm Matt. I'm here to stand guard."

"Why were you sitting in the dark?!" You demand, now doubting the validity of the police badge you'd seen earlier, regretting the decision to trust these less-than-official men.

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's light or dark," He chuckles, and your face flushes momentarily when you realize what his sunglasses are for.

"Oh. Well- well you're not doing a very good job of making me relax, Matt. I feel like I'm more in danger of you than I am of someone else breaking into my house."

The man's smile is gentle, but not weak, "Sorry. Just go about your business, okay Y/N? We'll replace your damaged property and be out of your hair as soon as we can eliminate the threat.”

"Eliminate...?" You echo cautiously, "How long does that take?"

"Depends. A day. A week. Months, maybe. But this is all for your precaution, Y/N," He stands, making his way over to you and carefully feeling out the broken glass on the floor with the toe of his shoe. He places a hand on your shoulder, "Just trust me, I'm here to help. None of this will ever happen to you again- not on my watch."

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canirove · 4 months

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 29

Author's note: And we've made it to the last chapter! 😞 Thank you very much to everyone who has read this story and for all the likes, reblogs and comments. They mean a lot! 💜 Especially since this story and June and Ben as a couple have become one of my favourites. Hope you like this chapter, and again, thank you very much for the support! 🫶🏻

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"I can't believe we've made it to the final. I still have to pinch myself!"

"Like this?" Ben said, squeezing June's butt cheek.

"Chilwell!" she laughed.

"You said you had been pinching yourself."

"It was in a manner of speaking, you idiot" she replied, twisting his nipple.

"Hey!" he complained. "Though that was welcomed."

"Does it turn you on when I pinch your nipple?" June smirked, moving to look him in the eyes.

"No. I mean, a bit… But no. That isn't what I meant."

"Then?"

"I have to pinch myself too because I can't believe this is real. Us being together" he said, caressing her cheek. "I still feel like any moment now I'm gonna wake up at the hospital after a crisis and that all this has been a dream. The best of my life, but just a dream."

"It isn't a dream, Chilwell. It is very real. This" she said, kissing his nose "is very real. And so is this" she continued, kissing both his cheeks. "And this" she whispered before leaving a soft kiss on his lips. "But if all that still feels like something from a dream, feel this" she said, taking his hand and putting it on her chest. "Feel the way my heart is beating. I had forgotten it was possible for it to go this fast for someone. Because of someone. I thought that after being broken in a million pieces, it would not be able to go back to what it used to be, that it could not be fixed, healed. Able to love again. And then you came into my life with your stupid facts and…"

"I love you, June" Ben interrupted her.

"I hadn't finished my speech, Chilwell" she replied, rolling her eyes. "But I lo…"

"Chilly, are you there?" Andrew said, knocking on his room's door.

"You've got to be kidding me" June groaned, resting her forehead on Ben's chest.

"Quite busy right now!" he replied, raising his voice so Andrew could hear him.

"Well, wrap it up! We have some last minute things to film."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. See you downstairs in five" Andrew said before leaving.

"Duty calls."

"Duty can go to hell" June said while hugging him as tight as she could.

"Just three more days, June. Three days and we will be lying in the sun on a tropical island, just the two of us, celebrating that you are a World Cup winner."

"That does sound like a dream" she chuckled. "But if we win, it won't be three days. Because we will have to fly back, then we will have all the celebrations, the official visits…"

"Ok, fine. A week. A week and we will be together without no one bothering us."

"That's more like it" she smiled. "Now go shower before Andrew comes back and kicks the door down. I should probably get going too, I want to do some yoga before dinner."

"Wasn't everything we've done enough for today's workout?" Ben smirked.

"For my cardio, yes. But I want to stretch and keep my flexibility."

"I like your flexibility."

"I know" June replied, matching his smile. "Now go."

"Yes, ma'am" he said, kissing her nose and making her giggle before leaving the bed.

The moment he walked into the bathroom and she was alone, June had to pinch herself. And this time it wasn't in a manner of speaking. Because this was real. Everything she felt for Ben, everything that was going on with her career after her injury, all this happiness… It was all real.

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"June, before you leave us, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for taking this trophy home, for the tournament every single one of you have given us, for how you've fought and made us enjoy watching football, but most importantly… Thank you for your hard work these past months. I know how tough it has been, that you've worked your ass off literally and figuratively to be here today. And it's all been because how much you love this sport and everyone involved. So thank you, June. Thank you."

"Aww, Andrew. Come here" she said, hugging him. "You've made me cry on live tv."

"Sorry" he chuckled. "But I've meant every word."

"I know" June smiled.

"Now whatever Chilly and I say is gonna sound stupid or worthless" Jacob laughed.

"It will" Ben chuckled, his eyes fixed on June. He was trying really hard to stay composed and not show his emotions too much. Again.

When she had scored he had gone crazy, screaming and clapping until his hands hurt. Andrew and Jacob had gone as mad as he had, which thankfully had made his reaction less odd. But standing there in front of a camera, and once everyone had calmed down a bit and it was just happy faces everywhere you looked, he couldn't let his feelings take over him. He couldn't just kiss June and tell her how proud he was of her and of everything she had achieved even if the whole country knew that they were together. At least not yet.

"Well, in that case, I think it's time we let June be free so she can keep celebrating with the girls" Andrew laughed.

"There is something I must do before I go, tho" she said.

"Oh, ok."

"Can you please hold this for us?" she asked Andrew, giving him her microphone and Ben's.

"Sure" he replied, not sure about what was going on.

"June…" Ben said. She was going to do something crazy. He could see it in her eyes, on the way she was looking at him.

"I love you too" she smiled before throwing herself at him, making him lose his balance a bit when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

She had done it. She had finally told Ben that she loved him, and she had done it in front of the whole world to see, no one interrupting her this time.

She was sure their kiss would be all over the internet in just a few minutes, that people who had never heard their names before would get to see it too. But she didn't care. Nothing else mattered. It was her and Ben, her lips on his.

"Ok… That was unexpected" Jacob said while June and Ben kept kissing.

"Was it?" Andrew chuckled, more cameras and people with phones starting to surround them, all of them wanting to immortalise the moment.

"You are fucking crazy, Maxwell" Ben laughed when they managed to stop kissing.

"It's your lips, Chilwell. They were made to be kissed I can't help myself."

"And what you said before kissing me?"

"What about it?"

"Did you mean it?"

"With every fiber in my body. I love you, Ben Chilwell."

"I love you too, June Maxwell" he smiled before kissing her again, more and more people surrounding them while Andrew and Jacob tried to protect them, to give them some privacy.

After so many years of being heartbroken, of thinking she would never be able to love again, June had found herself falling head over heels for someone with also a broken heart. Ben's was physically and hers was emotionally, but they had somehow healed the other.

It hadn't been easy, definitely a bumpy ride. But neither of them would change it for anything in the world.

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#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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kilojulietsierra · 1 year

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Slow Ride - Chapter One (Hangman x OFC)

A one night stand and a little miscommunication lead to something more. Takes place during the events of Top Gun Maverick

Nothing 18+ in this chapter but it's heading that direction...

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It was a weeknight but Sadie hadn't gone out in a couple weeks so she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had some paperwork to drop off for Penny so she texted a couple friends and made plans to meet up at the Hard Deck. The navy bar was already packed when she got there so Sadie waded her way through the crowd to the bar.

Penny saw her straight away, "Hey! Business or pleasure?"

Sadie smiled and waved the yellow envelope, "Both."

"Oh man, is it that time already?" Penny groaned but took the envelope.

"Yes ma'am, unfortunately it is. Trade you quarterly tax paperwork for a beer?" Sadie teased.

With a smile Penny reached to the fridge under the bar and pulled out a bottle of her usual. "Well it doesn't seem like a fair trade but since I like you." She popped the bottle top off and set it on the bar. "Here by yourself tonight?"

Sadie took the first cold sip and instantly started to relax, "Waiting for a couple friends." She looked around the bar, "Seems even busier than normal tonight?"

Penny paused on her way to help another customer, "We've got some extras in town." She gave her one of the infamous Penny 'looks' and turned back to the next customer.

Sipping her beer Sadie looked around the bar and took it all in. She came to the Hard Deck often but usually she was here outside of business hours. It was packed tonight and everyone was having a good time, the jukebox was turned up loud and the beer was flowing.

"Hey!"

Sadie turned around to find her friends behind her. They hugged and said hello, catching up quickly as they waited for Penny to come back their way for the rest of their drinks. "So, where you wanna go"

"I kinda wanted to play pool but looks like someone beat us to it." She nodded to the table surrounded by a group of tan uniforms.

With a shrug Sadie changed out a $10 for a roll of quarters, picked up her beer, and began to make her way to the table. Her friends trailed behind her, used to Sadies won't take no attitude. Most of the sailors were focusing on the game or deep in conversation so she caught the first pair of eyes she could and nodded. She made a show of putting a stack of quarters on the edge of the table, "Dibs on the next game."

She was just about to step back out of the way and wait their turn when she got a response she hadn't been expecting.

"Sorry Darlin', we're gonna' be here awhile." He was tall, blonde, and almost as obnoxiously good looking as he was instantly off putting.

Brows furrowed, "Sorry?" Did he really just ignore bar etiquette accepted all over the country?

He was leaning down to take a shot, barely even looking to aim, as he responded, "You and your friends," He sunk the 8 ball and ended the game two of the others groaning in defeat, "Are welcome to watch."

Behind her Sadies friends shared a look, they knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Oh? Really? Wow thanks!" Sadie put on her best, sickly sweet, sarcastic tone before her face hardened. Rolling her eyes she squared up to him across the table, "Play you for it."

He looked from her to his friends and back, "Play me for it?" The blonde made a big show of pointing at his chest with a big, stupid grin on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea sweetheart."

"Why not?" Sadie walked over to the closest sailor holding a pool cue and plucked it from his grip.

Both groups were sharing glances among themselves, unable to look away from the trainwreck that was sure to happen.

His sharp green eyes sized her up as she chalked the cue, "I'd rather buy you a drink than hurt your feelings."

With a easy smirk Sadie nodded, "Then winner takes the table, loser buys a round." She stretched for the cue ball and set it on the black dot, not waiting for his response, "Rack 'em flyboy."

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It was a fast round of pool and when it was down to the last few balls it was Hangman's turn to shoot, Still unworried he trash talked as he lined up his shot, "Should've known you were tryin' to hustle me." He sunk the second to last of his striped balls but set himself up badly for the second and missed. It didn't dampen his pride at all as his missed shot had left her with a difficult shot as well.

That didn't slow Sadie down at all, she sunk her last two solids with little issue. The problem came when the cue ball came to rest in the far corner, Hangmans final striped ball sitting between the white ball and the 8 ball.

"Oh man," the pilot sucked his teeth and shook his head, "Tough luck."

Sadie looked from her friends to her opponent. Without losing her smile she read the table, called the shot, changed the angle of her pool stick and struck the cue ball hard. It jumped the striped ball, hit the 8 ball at the perfect angle and sent it rolling into the side pocket with a dull thud.

Most of the onlookers, 'woahed' and cheered and clapped, even the sailors.

Standing up Sadie leaned on her pool stick and met the slightly bitter but still sparkling eyes of her opponent. With a smile she threw his own words back at him, "Tough luck."

He chewed his bottom lip and shook his head as he came to stand in front of her, "Good game." He held his hand out to shake hers, "How about best two out of three?"

Sadie chuckled and shook her head as well, trying not to think too much about how her hand felt in his or the way he was looking at her, "Bet's a bet." She locked eyes with him, "You and your friends are welcome to sit and watch though." and threw him a wink as she stepped past him to put her quarters in the slot and start another game.

She felt his eyes on her as she handed her pool stick to one of her friends and headed to the bar. She was leaning on the bar waiting for Penny when she felt him come to stand next to her.

"So, how often does that work for you?"

Sadie rolled her eyes as she turned to face him, one elbow propped on the bartop, "How often does that work for you?" She gestured with her hand up and down to indicate himself and the way he acted.

Without missing a beat he amped up his smile, "As often as I need it to." He finished his sentence with a wink. Penny appeared to save the day and Sadie leaned across the bar to be heard over the noise, "A round of beer on this ones tab please." She thumbed at Hangman over her shoulder with a smile.

With a glance to Hangman, who nodded, Penny smiled and starting pulling the beers.

She couldn't really help herself, Sadie leaned back and looked the pilot up and down one more time, "If you ask nice I think we could share the table."

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A few hours later it was creeping up on midnight and the pilots had in fact welcomed Sadie and her friends into their group for the night. Sadie had eventually let Hangman have his rematch, which he won, and then another, which she won. After that she declared herself retired for rest the night to give someone else a chance. By that time in the night Sadie had noticed that Hangman, the cocky blonde aviator, was growing on her.

He was still arrogant and terribly full of himself. But… He was also deceptively intelligent, quick and witty, charming, a lot of fun to look at and even more fun to flirt with.

Which is why when Sadie had stepped out to the patio for some fresh air she was not all that upset when she saw Jake striding across the deck with two fresh beers in hand.

"Girl can't have five minutes to herself?" She jabbed at him as he circled the firepit to where she leaned back against the railing.

Still with his easy grin he plucked a toothpick from his mouth, settled in next to her at the railing and handed her the second beer, "Not gonna make me drink these alone are you?"

"I'm sure you would survive." She said even as she accepted the cold bottle.

He smiled against the mouth of his own bottle, "Rather not risk it." He finished taking a drink, "So, you still haven't told me where you learned to hustle pool."

Sadie chuckled and took a drink herself, "Not hustling, I never said I couldn't play." She took another sip, "You assumed that all on your own." When he opened his mouth to speak she added, "Which, is very sexist of you, I might add."

The slightest bit humbled he pulled his lip between his teeth, "Apologies." He gave her a nod in recognition of her calling him out, "Where'd you get so damn good at playing pool then?" He popped the toothpick back in his mouth, rolling it side to side.

"Worked at a dive bar in college that had a few tables. Got lots of practice in." For the first time she turned to face him completely. "Plenty of young hotshots willing to try their luck."

Hangman laughed, still rolling that stupid toothpick side to side, "Some things never change." Sadie rolling her eyes didn't seem to discourage him in the slightest, "What do you do? What'd you study in college?"

Sadie licked the inside of her teeth, took a drink of her beer before she answered, "CPA. Accounting, nothing exciting."

He pursed his lips and shrugged, "Are you good?"

Without missing a beat she answered, "I'm very good."

That made him smile, he flipped the toothpick end over end with his tongue, "You enjoy it?"

She nodded slowly, actually thinking about it a moment, "Yes I do. I'm good at what I do, I get to be my own boss, I love my clients… so yeah."

Hangman nodded, "That's what counts."

For a second Sadie smiled, maybe he wasn't such an asshole after all.

"I mean," He propped an elbow on the railing and rolled the toothpick side to side again, "Not everyone can be a fighter pilot, right?"

And just like that Sadies little moment was gone, "Wow, you just cannot help it can you?"

"What?" He took a drink and looked like he was halfway expecting a compliment.

"Being a prick."

"Ouch!" He clutched his chest with one hand, "I'm wounded."

"Oh please," She rolled her eyes for possibly the hundredth time that night, "Like you actually have feelings to hurt."

"You're hurtin' em right now sweetheart."

"You mean 'cause I called you a prick?" She shifted her stance unconsciously and found herself a step closer to Hangman.

The pilot flipped the toothpick end over end again while eyeing her up and down, "No… 'cause you're making me work so damn hard." He matched her step forward and his eyes were sinful.

Sadie couldn't hold his gaze and had to look down to her beer bottle, suddenly very thirsty she took a big swig before beginning to pick at the corner of the label. After a moment to regain her composure she looked back up to find him still steadily staring at her. Still rolling the tooth pick back and forth, back and forth. "Do you have to keep playing with that stupid thing?"

He smiled a little wider, "Does it bother you?" Hangman flipped the toothpick end over end again.

"It's very distracting."

"I was that kid that couldn't sit still, always fidgeting."

"That why you're always running your mouth?" She was pretty proud of her comeback and she thought that maybe he was too.

Now he was smiling so wide his teeth were showing, the toothpick clenched between them, "You want me to stop?" Eyes crinkling at the corners he plucked the toothpick from his mouth and tossed it into the firepit.

Before Sadie could respond to his question, her words caught in her throat. Hangman's fingers reached out and began toying with the flowy, fabric of her shirt, He took a half step forward, eliminating the space between them, and whispered into her ear, "Give me a kiss and shut me up."

She felt the heat rise from her chest up to her cheeks and she couldn't pry her eyes away from his fingers as they played with the hem of her top. It felt like an eternity while she fought for breath and when, in reality only a few seconds later, she steeled herself and tilted her face towards his. She wanted to kiss him, badly she realized as her nose brushed his cheekbone. Why the hell shouldn't she!?

As his lips met hers the hand tugging at her shirt slid to her hip and held her steady.

He was smiling when he pulled back, the smallest distance possible, with his hand still settled firmly on her hip, "Better?"

Surprising herself Sadie leaned up and forward to catch his lips again, enjoying the way he inhaled sharply through his nose before returning the kiss. The second, a little more involved than the first. She shivered when his tongue repeated the action she had found so annoying moments ago. When she pulled back she took a little pride in the way his mouth hung open the slightest and his eyes stayed closed a second too long. Sadie smiled as she smoothed a hand over the front of his uniform shirt, "Much better."

His smile was a little self-depreciating but his eyes were joyful. He stared at her for a good, long moment, until she became bashful again and looked away. Hangman chuckled softly and gave her hip a reassuring squeeze, "Wanna go back inside?"

When she looked back up at him she knew her cheeks were flushed. She bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head, "Not really." Her hand settled over the crisp buttons of his shirt, palm flat against his warm chest and steadily pounding heart. She flinched slightly moving to pull her hand back, "Sorry," Her voice was soft, "I'm not supposed to touch…"

He caught her hand before she could take it back, instead pressing tight to his chest again, his eyes scanned her face intently, lips tilted to one side in a cheeky grin, "Want me to go grab us another drink?"

Again, she shook her head.

Hangman smile shifted and his eyes darkened. He slid his hand further towards her back and applied tentative pressure. When she took the step forward, closing the distance between them, he lowered his voice, "What do you want sweetheart?"

Now it was her whose eyes darted over his face as she fought hard to read his expression. As if kissing him again would help her make up her mind she gave a careful tug at the front of his shirt and licked her lips as he kissed her without question. He did so like he knew this kiss was a apart of her decision making process. And it was. "My house isn't too far from here…"

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Chapter Two

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #glen powell #top gun hangman #top gun #top gun fanfiction #hangman x ofc #hangman

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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Mitch(2): ...Sal, what are all these other messages in the inbox...?

L.S.S.: Uh... oh those messages! Yeah, uh, I was gonna show you those, but I really wasn't sure how... to uh...

Mitch(2): Uh, no? Rob hasn't called us in.... almost five days? Sally said he's busy dealing with figuring out insurance and stuff, and that he'd call when he knew when we'd be open again, so we shouldn't bother him. Right, Sally?

L.S.S.: ....

Mitch(2): ....Sal?

L.S.S.: ...........

Mitch(2): Sal, that's right, isn't it?

L.S.S.: ..........................

Mitch(2): ..........

Did... Sal, he did call though, right? Rob called and told you the diner was closed?

L.S.S.: .....No. Rob didn't call us.

Mitch(2): WHAT?!

L.S.S.: I'm sorry I lied to you, but I couldn't let you try to leave!

Mitch(2): SAL, WE'VE BEEN NO-CALL, NO-SHOW FOR FIVE DAYS?! Why the fuck would you lie to me about that?! We're gonna get fired! We're probably already fired!! How could you- why would you-?! UGH!!

L.S.S.: Mitchie, please trust me, it's GOOD if you get fired, you're BETTER than that place! Maybe you need to see that, and then we can-

Mitch(2): I NEED MY JOB, SAL! I have to fucking WORK for a living! How the hell am I gonna pay my rent this month?!

L.S.S.: I'm not really sure if you're going to need to...

Mitch(2): What?! The fuck does-

L.S.S.: Well, we can't exactly leave... but that also means we can't get kicked out, so-

Mitch(2): What do you mean we 'can't leave'?

L.S.S.: It's ah... it's complicated? I honestly don't know exactly what's going on, but-

Mitch(2): Is that what all these are about...?

L.S.S.: Yeahhh...

Mitch(2): What are they talking about? What's outside my door?

L.S.S.: ...Nothing? That's kind of the problem....

Mitch(2): 'Nothing?' You lied to me to keep me home from work for almost a week because there's 'nothing' outside the door?!

L.S.S.: ...Okay, I know that sounds really stupid, but-

Mitch(2): IT IS STUPID. What else have you been lying to me about?!

Mitch(2): ..... wha... what are actual fuck they talking about?! How did all this stuff get here...?!

L.S.S.: [sigh] Okay... okay, I guess we'll start with the first one...

I think the knives and forks from this morning are part of the glitch? Just, objects with some kind of significance to the timeline getting caught up in it and appearing at random, like the painting did before this...

My sleepwalking IS a thing, but I didn't actually do the thing with the silverware this morning... I don't think... Sorry Mitchie, I was just trying to think of an explanation on the fly so you wouldn't freak out....

Um... There never seemed like a great time to bring up the whole 'kidnapping the sixth Mitchie' thing and that they threatened to eat me after that, since this Mitchie didn't know about my whole 'immortal time-space traveler trying to find his soulmate again' deal until, uh, right now... but I guess, now they- he does, so, yeah, uh, that happened... But, we, me and the sixth Mitch, moved past all that and grew a lot as a couple, and now we're supposed to be on our third honeymoon! Except I'm here, for some reason...

Oh! And the stuff that appeared is like, an interdimensional carepackage thingy? The sixth Mitchies fans send us stuff sometimes. It's really handy- that's how I got the souped-up first aid kit I used to give you those stitches! ...Oooh, this stuff looks good... cameras this time, too? Nice! Maybe we can figure out what's going on when the weird stuff happens at night now. Thanks Meadow, you're a real pal! I'll put these up riiiight now...

Mitch(2): ...........................................................

Sally, what's supposed to happen on the 13th...?

L.S.S.: Hm? Oh, well... It's not for sure, but some people think you're gonna die again then...? Well, both of us will, if it does happen. That's why I was trying to keep you distracted- The last Mitch- the first Mitch- and I touched the darkness outside the door, and then the next day we both woke up dead... again... and then the day after that, I woke up next to you, the second Mitchie. I think that if we don't leave, we'll live... Maybe? I don't know. We- me and the sixth Mitch- were is supposed to be having a staycation for our third honeymoon. That might have something to do with it...

Mitch(2): ................. I'm gonna die 'again'....?

L.S.S.: ....the last time I saw you, we'd slipped off the road and died in a car crash. It was real grisly. We both got pinned under the dash and were disemboweled by the seatbelts.... that's why she mentioned your guts spilling out.

Mitch(2): .....................

Sally... please don't take this the wrong way, but you're.... you sound...

.......

I think you're having some kind of episode. We need to take you to the hospital, like, right fuckin' now.

L.S.S.: Mitch, I know this all sounds crazy- thats why I couldn't tell you! But, now you know, so if you just listen, maybe we can figure out how to-

Mitch(2): No. We're leaving. We're getting in my car, I'm taking you to the hospital, and they're gonna help you, okay? I love you, I care about you, and I'm really, really worried about you! What if you hurt yourself? I'm not going to let that happen!

L.S.S.: Listen to me: We can't leave! We'll probably DIE if we try! Please trust me, please believe me, I'm telling you the truth! PLEASE don't go out that door...!!

Mitch(2): I believe that you believe you're telling me the truth, and that's why we're going to get you help.

L.S.S.: .....

Mitch(2): ....Sal, we are going whether you like it or not. I'm stronger than you. I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here kicking and screaming if I have to.

L.S.S.: ...please, please don't... please believe me! I'm sorry I lied, I should have told you at the beginning, I shouldn't have doubted you could handle it! PLEASE-

Mitch(2): .... [sigh] Okay, I guess we're doing this the hard way...

L.S.S.: No... no, no, no, NO, STOP, STOP!! PUT ME DOWN---

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ladyjanewatertonroseshire10 · 1 year

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Afraid of Love

I'm 28 year old lady and I have been single since birth. Having flings are unappealing to me because I want a serious and honest relationship with a guy. Crushes are temporary and by luck, I get a nanosecond of a guy's attention before he find someone worth their time. But, I guess that's my fault since I'm closed off and my lack of social skills. I lack the ability to flirt and it doesn't help when you're an introvert who's socially awkward. Guys never approached me and I don't have the courage to approach one either. I don't have a problem being single. Slowly, learning and loving myself more but it doesn't mean I don't want a relationship. In fact, I love to be in a relationship where I can love and care for the guy I love and his as well. I want to experience snuggling with him on the couch while we're watching movies, holding hands and smiling at each other when we walk down the street, bantering and laughing at our silliness and slow dancing to our song. But, the problem is I'm afraid. I'm afraid of love. It's not because I have commitment issues. One thing about me is I'm very loyal and not afraid to commit. What I'm afraid of is him falling out of love for me. I'm afraid when I wake up in the morning, I don't see the love in his eyes anymore. He would say the words I fear the most, 'I don't love you anymore', and gets up and leave. I'm left crying and heartbroken. I'm afraid that I'm not worth enough for him to stay.

I have some experiences where a guy would reach out to me in social media and we would talk ang laugh for long hours. They would flirt with me and I would try to flirt back but I ended up complimenting him which they will laugh and say they find it cute but it doesn't last long. The last message would always be me greeting them good morning and telling them to have a great day and be safe. They left me on read and never replied back. The last one I thought it was going to last.

He reached out to me on Instagram in the year 2020, in the middle of the pandemic. I was skeptical at first because he's a very handsome guy and told me I'm beautiful. I ended up replying later on and we've been talking to each other for two years. He would make me smile and laugh with his cute flirting and we would talk about our dreams and goals. He would tell me his silly pickup lines and I would smile and laugh. I felt happy when he said he liked me because I liked him as well. He told me he hoped I wasn't talking to anyone else and reassured him I wasn't which was true. But, he never said we were couple and I don't want to presume we were because he never made it official and I don't know if I should say something or not. We lasted for two years and I was slowly falling for him but not once he said we were exclusive. His last message was his reply from the joke I learned from Tiktok. Then, a few weeks passed he never messaged me. At first I thought, maybe he was busy with work or resting so I let it be. One day, I decided to message him and asked how he was doing. Only to find out I can no longer view his IG profile. He blocked me. How did I know he blocked me? I have another IG account with a different name. I created it when I was still in college. His profile used to be private but then he made it public. I saw his new posts and stories. I checked the dates and it was the exact same time where he stopped messaging me. I never saw those posts and stories which meant he hid it from me before he blocked me. I saw his IG story with a girl and they were traveling together. In his post, he captioned the girl as 'his love'. I was heartbroken and I felt so stupid. I cried and mend my broken heart. I was like that for two months. It was funny because we started in August 2020 and ended in August 2022. Sadly, he never told me we were couple and maybe that's why he just did what he did. Although, I wished he would talked to me that he found someone and want to end things. I mean sure I would be heartbroken but I will let him go. I won't beg him to reconsider and stay. I just wanted closure but I guess what he did was closure enough.

I know it's ridiculous to get affected but I can't help it. When he blocked me, it felt like I was a piece of trash. Easy to throw away. It made me feel I was never important and not worth his time. To me, my worst fear became a reality. Now, I'm scared it's going to happen again once a guy reaches out or approaches me.

I want to fall in love and be happy but at the same time I'm afraid. I'm afraid he would leave and I don't want to get hurt. The idea of him falling out of love for me at any time scares me.

#relationship #love #afraid of love #falling in love #heartbreak #kokobot

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wack-ashimself · 1 year

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I need some perspective from random internet friends.

I post a lot about my friends and family on here because none of them are on Tumblr let alone know about this account. So I can vent my frustrations without lashing out. And I've actually tried to get them to join. So it's not my fault.

I've had a friend for most of my life. We've had our ups and downs like any friendship. He's a big guy. Recently he had weight loss surgery. Lost a ton of weight, looks good, is getting healthy. I'm happy and proud of him. Only been supportive.

However there has been a side effect that I did not expect in any form. He's kind of a judgmental prick now.

It started a couple weeks ago when out of nowhere he called me add or adhd. If I'm being fair, it's more than likely undiagnosed but true, but it was not diagnosed, I don't like being labeled, and I specially don't like it being out of nowhere. He literally brought it up in the middle of a conversation, which he's never fucking done before (ever. In any form. We've talked about it, but never 'this is definitely me') and kind of rubbed it in my face. Then when I confronted him on it, he got mad at me for being mad(?) and hung up. Which not only pissed me off but actually confused me. To this day I'm still wondering how he thought he had the balls to pull that off. I was in the right.

Then the other day, him as a super balding guy, he says that I look terrible and need a haircut. Again out of nowhere. Then the next day he says that I look unhealthy, fat, and my head looks fatter than normal.

Then yesterday was a straw that broke the camel's back. He went to another state and visited his family. I've only told 5 people that I'm trying to stop my drinking. Which is a big deal because I've never actually really tried. That's why I don't tell many people. I'm afraid I'll fail. Also it's not anybody's fucking business. He tells his entire fucking family that I'm trying to stop drinking, people I talk to once a decade tops basically, and they all cheer him on essatatically. Which only means one thing. Being that I never really talk or see these people, he MUST be keeping them informed of any drinking I do or any stupid things I do when I'm drinking. Cuz otherwise why would they cheer me on like I'm saving the world? His implication was they said I really needed to do this. Not to mention how boring is my life if this is the only thing you got to talk about me? He's such a fucking gossip. Get a life.

Don't get me wrong. I am not perfect. When I was younger, in my teens not anytime recent, I was kind of a blunt asshole. I may have called him fat a few times. But I can promise you this. I have not made fun of him for his weight in any serious regard in over 15 years. Easily. Don't get me wrong I probably made a fat joke, but only one he either made himself first, or one I know he would not take offense to. I have never used his weight as a reason to judge him or make him feel less in any way since we were children. But part of me feels like this is his retribution. Now he can make fun of me for being the fat one even though he's still fatter. By a lot. Like 150 lbs.

And my drinking is not healthy. I've done it as a means to cope with how much I hate being here. Which is still not healthy. However it is my deal, I don't physically abuse anybody, and I don't mentally abuse anybody. Don't get me wrong I've said and done things that piss people off, but there's genuinely only probably a handful of times in my entire life which I regret doing something or saying something drunk. Because nine times out of 10 when I do or say something, it's something I genuinely wanted to say. And I'm glad I said it. No joke one of my best moments with this asshole was when I finally confronted him drunk because he used his weight as a reason to shut me up anytime we were having a confrontation, and he would threaten to beat me up. Last time I said "let's go. You've been threatening to beat me up for over 20 years. Let's do it. I'll give you the first punch. But I can promise you once you throw that fucking first punch, it's on. There is no stopping me." He actually got intimidated and threatened to call the cops. The guy who threatened me for two decades to beat my ass because he was bigger than me anytime he disagreed with me was intimidated by me. Fuck him.

Okay I gave it all to you. I don't want to look like a saint but I don't want him too either. I just want to know: am I validated in my anger? Him making fun of my looks, my weight, my brain, and now even my drinking habits to his family. Don't get me wrong I definitely worded this so people would agree with me, but if you disagree with me in any way, please let me know. Because I'm trying to be a mature adult about this, but he is terrible with confrontation (see above). So the only option I really have is to ignore him. Because if I would confront him with this, like the conversation about add, he would just hang up. He's done it our entire friendship. I'll hear him out, but he'll never hear me out. He reminds me of my dad and brother. And why I don't have a close relationship with them...

Ugh. Part of me wants just to copy and paste this to him. But I already know his response. 'You're being overly dramatic. Too sensitive. I'm just joking around. Way too embarrass me online.' By the way his sense of humor most times is to say something really really mean, and then say just joking. And then when I confront him on it and say it's not funny, he says you know that's my sense of humor. Yeah and there's bad senses of humor asshole. If you're the only one laughing at a mean joke, it's not a joke. And if you're not the only one, you're probably surrounded by a bunch of assholes.

#friemds #friendship #alcohol #drinking #add #adhd

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unpopularopinionbydemand · 2 years

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Secret Crush on You ep. 13 mini review ✐∗ ˖࣪ ༻

rating 𓄷 9.5 - by far my favorite episode, and I know I say that every episode, but no, seriously, this one was it.

spotlight couple of the week 𓄷 JaoSky and TohNuea (I thought I could choose, but I really can't)

spotlight actor(s) of the week 𓄷 Billy and Seng (their relationship has skyrocketed this episode, so happy for them)

review:

Okay, was not expecting that turnout with Nuea finding out about Toh's secret memorabilia. I for sure thought they were going to make it hella corny, with Nuea jumping onto Toh to confess how horny Toh's collection made him. But no, this was done with precious timing and perfect detail, casting over our initial problem with Toh feeling like his relationship wouldn't last and Nuea reassuring him that it will. They shared a pretty hefty moment together, and I'm glad we were able to finally get a moment with them that felt vulnerable and exquisite. For once, I didn't mind that they took up most of the run time.

Sky and Jao.??????? Literally it was perfect??? and everything and more than I wanted it to be?????? Genuinely, I wasn't expecting a bed scene from Jao and Sky, cause I would've 100 percent accepted it, but the fact that we did get one, twice in one episode, is crazy. They were so soft with one another, Sky made sure to be gentle, yet he let Jao know beforehand he didn't know how much he could hold back. I have never seen such desire in Jao's eyes but it was clearly there, and gosh was it amazing. Just to see Jao even be the one to somewhat make the first move to show that he didn't mind that Sky touched him or kissed him -- urgh, it was too good. I finally feel complete with this couple, and Now Jao is not afraid to show intimacy even around his friends, God, these creators are geniuses.

A crumb and a half of Daisy and Intouch. I'm scared at this point that they'll be rushed into oblivion. Next week is the LAST episode, and we've gotten next to nothing. What I'm thinking will happen is that we'll either get a flashback to moments that they've had together off-screen while we were busy with Nuea and Toh, or they'll explain that they've been in a relationship for so time now. Either way, it'll suck because I want to follow along with o their journey, not halfway to their destination.

As much as love Kongkwan and Fong, there was no reason to have them in this series if they weren't going to do anything but give us nothing. I know they're getting their own series, but they just feel lackluster here, to the point that they are basically irrelevant. I wish we could actually see some development between the two. Instead, they're just there.

Like I thought, there was no need to add Kong into the series for the very unnecessary drama. It's so irrelevant that it makes me angry. It does nothing to destroy Nuea and Toh, Toh doesn't think any less of himself because of it, and it's just pure stupidity. With the time they took out to introduce this conflict they could've used it for our two other relationships that have zero development.

They didn't show any Daisy and Touch for the next episode and so now I'm a bit nervous. Again, they most likely are going to have a secret relationship, because, at this point, it would be absurd to have them get together in the one episode we have left. Either that or they're friends with benefits since Touch isn't afraid to say some flirty shit out of the blue.

Until next week folks. Can't believe it'll be the last. :(

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m00n-rae · 7 months

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~ personal vent into the void ~

I'm 26 but feel like I'm 16 again with all the emotions I've been cycling through the past year. Maybe it's the anxiety or depression I've lived with for a long time or the fact I haven't seen a new therapist since "graduating" from therapy a year ago and never turning back. There's just this sense of emptiness I can't seem to fill or forget about.

I've been with the same man for almost 6 years and I'm feeling like our connection is the weakest it's ever been. His mom abruptly passed away this last July and his dad has dealt with terrible health for the last 2 years (due to his lack of self care). I so desperately want to be his rock as I'd want him to be if I was in his shoes. However, he takes every chance to fill up his schedule to keep busy and I feel like I'm left behind so often. We haven't had regularly occuring dates in honestly years. We haven't taken a couples vacation in years and I'm not sure we've even taken a cheap day trip away in the last 2 years. Again maybe it's my mental health and so many other factors, but I just feel like no matter how many times I plea for him to spend more time with me, it falls on deaf ears. I'm not sure he understands how important it is to me to spend quality time together that isn't just sitting on the couch together. And since buying my house, he hasn't contributed to any of the bills even though we agreeed to split things as we did when renting together. I feel so guilty for wanting to ask for financial help since I know he has greater student loans than me and helps his family out alot with money. But at the same time he makes much more money than I do at his job. Almost all my paycheck goes back into our house, meanwhile he has the money to play in a rec sports team and go golfing every week while it's in season. We have a few big tickets items that need fixing for the house but honestly idk how much he's actually saving for said items since we never talk about our finances since I've bought the house.

All these relationship issues stem from me being so passive. I need to learn to speak from the heart and be more open with him again. For some reason, I'm scared of these conversations. If we want a future together I can't let anxiety stop me from being in a healthy relationship. Honestly I'm not sure if he's even aware of the stress I've been under. If I'm honest, why should I expect him to pay any mind to this when he's lost his mother? But at the same time, all these things have been true before that life changing day.

There's a weight of anger and sadness that weighs on me tremendously, all the time. I have a can-do careless attitude on the outside to balance out those emotions. I don't let myself get angry at anything else because I'm holding in all my anger for these stupid money reasons and the fact I feel so isolated in my own home. If I was to meet my 16yr old self again, I'd be so ashamed of who I let myself become. In a way though, I've grown so much since then so how can I be so harsh?

I'm not expecting anyone to read this, I just don't have a diary and for some reason haven't felt ok enough to vent to my IRL friends. Part of me is scared to tarnish the image I've painted of my life with them. So, if anyone cares to chat I'm open to it.

#radpersonal #radtalk #tw #trigger warning #depression #anxiety #death #TBH I've been a sad girl since I was little

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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There's a huge number of people who are trying to get in here from the other parts of Florida and find it to be ridiculous what if they get in it's me trillions of people wandering around Charlotte county they're going to grab all the leaders and string them up and get killed so we're starting to follow things and we are going to find a way to thank them shortly. So we're going after them we're going to provide military support down here it's needed these people are out of control nothing is worth thus far and then we combatants you need a place to go to school themselves

-going to find a way to thank them for their attitude and we're going to get them for their comments and right now we're sitting in troops but for real they are losing another 500 trillion and they're gathered at the holes at chips and a whole bunch of them now and they're at the empire shield facilities and bases and Tommy f is hitting them there too he's got an angle it's kind of not real but that's what he's doing and yeah they're dropping another percentage point probably down to 7% well it's 8%. The number started out at 10% this morning drop to 9:00 and now it's 8:00 that's the real number and we're finally there we have to keep track of it

-never been out there for a while but I'll tell you what we've said too many things in too many numbers and it's getting stupid and everyone's pissed off and it comes to find out they can tell how many people they have so you got dicked around with gifted by gifted retards and it was sort of fell for it and I'm upset he keeps saying do they know over and over as a general population that he's pretty sharp about these idiots I can't believe how many stupid things we're not doing that we said we do they would have helped us I'm putting them into motion now so we don't get screwed we haven't all tested and it's working he wants us to have his cadre get it going with us I'm going to do that

-you have a massive number of infiltrators and they're going in we need it real bad but we need tons more and our son and daughter are right or dragged our feet on it it's way too late to do anything else and these ships out wouldn't have done it and his son did it it did our job our whole job I'm kind of afraid for the future because we're doing things that are crazy and don't work but it's almost like if the ships can't be used or forced to do something else but we don't have a backup I'm upset about it it's not the right thing to do

Nuada Arrianna

I don't see it too you start saying it then you said the ships that look like ours so it kind of bought it a little that he didn't we're playing with fire we're messing with his time and his mind with all these idiots I need that to stop this is wrong what we're doing is not really that great they said he couldn't have been doing it alone he wants me to stop doing that too you know what I have to stop doing this too I'll see you get back to myself it's a long time for this to be happening and it's a wrong time to show it I'm going to have a meeting cuz it is

He's more like a going out the demand certain things to be said but we always kind of go overboard a little. And they lost another percentage point truthfully you're down to about 8% ish off Island and they were at about 15% last week totally like 27% which makes sense over the last 30 years they've lost 25% or 30% of their Force it took a long time so you don't think they're going to lose it that fast and I think they're cloning is up on Australia and all sorts of things so yeah the populace if there is doesn't get informed that's why I put numbers out but really they're at about 8%, we anticipate them to lose probably a thousand trillion today if not more. And it's going on fairly soon they are doing a couple things different they're increasing the severity of attacks on the empire and specifically on the shield factories they're also increasing the attacks on their bases. They are also mounting attacks on Max businesses and factories not only weapons but other stuff and we're there and other people are there and in both and there's a huge defense being mounted so the numbers are probably going to go down a lot faster shortly and they are not aware that that will occur it started and last night we walked off Wyoming in Wisconsin and lake superiors tonight and we're clearing the lake and supposedly a big ship but there's not it's a necromancer ship and if they don't take it out we will it's a matter of fact we're going to take those ships because they're just sitting around the idiot can have small ones it will take all the small ones they designed to do it as redundancy. The empire is striking back in the eastern hemisphere they're laying to waste huge numbers they're going into areas where they're mixed and pulling them out and they're going into cities and pulling them out with huge numbers of troops that go in and out the warlock also started attacks on the empires shield globally and they are attacking in numbers and with equipment and all over the planet. It's a huge deal and the militaries of Earth are now alerted their attacking some food distribution lines and grocery stores and that's the morlock... We're sending an alert out and he said that they're starting to attack everywhere grocery stores food chain lines stores later on the day in the morning is factories so I got everything ready and everything is going out tons of people are moving huge armies of going after these idiots are being signed on faster than you

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Thor Freya

Zues Hera I wish all of ours the best and we are praying for you and we will help you

We're at War and we need assistance we need our troops all troops up all personnel to duty

Olympus

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tiredestsleepiestgirl · 1 year

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vent.

my partner and i r long distance. when we were getting to know each other online neither one of us wanted to be in any relationship ever but were doing like casual non monogamy irl.

we met in person and he got real weird about me talking about ppl id been regularly hooking up with and after i got back home and we made our relatinship official we also agreed to be basically monogamous. the exception being i wanted to be able to makeout with ppl drunk just 4 funsies, and even this had a lotta strings attached bc he was uncomfortable with it, i laid out that it could only be in public spaces and thered b no handsy stuff.

i wasnt a huge fan of the idea of being monogamous but i was willing to do it 4 him. i also said at the same time that i wouldnt mind if he did want to screw around a bit but he said he doubted thatd happen. cut to a like six months later and he's out clubbing and asks if im alright for him to go home with someone. i say yes thats fine and he goes home with a couple. later i say ive changed my mind and imbalance actually does make me uncomfortable and i dont want it to happen again and he says he's been thinking that he actually would be alright with me sleeping with other people while we're long distance.

now during the last six months since ive been back home we've been calling for multiple hours almost daily, first couple of months it was daily and then when i started working more itd be whenever i wasnt working so at least four days a week and on days i was working we'd still try to get in a short call. and i knew he'd get angsty when he couldnt talk to me over the weekend or if i was busy so id try not to make plans in the evenings too often. and ive been sick for like the last month so havent been able to spend time with ppl in real life. and he's been out more and more with this couple he's befriended.

and im happy for him bc he has trouble maintaining stable friendships and is often so lonely. and i was always the one that felt overwhelmed by calling so often when id had a long day at work or whatever. but now i feel. jarringly alone. and also like the only reason im allowed to sleep around now is bc he's find someone he wants to fuck and the second that changes itll b back to monogamy.

i care for him so much i want to hold him and protect him and i want him to be able to find friendship and community but god it sucks that im just stuck here in bed or at working just waiting for when he'll be able to give me attention again. im happy he's making friends and spending time with them i really want that for him. everything he's doing is stuff i want for him.

but also im out here working 5-7 shifts a week. to help pay for his visit in august. and our future visa costs. and waiting on him. and when would i even find time to sleep around. sunday night i was lying in bed after working my least favourite shift on the week on three hours of sleep and my chest rattling from my stupid chest infection and i knew he was out with his new friends so i didnt bother him.

monday another shift but he was barely replying to my messages all day even whenni said i was worried and didnt know if he was okay and then find out the next day that ofc he slept over on sunday night and spent monday with them. weve talked about that and he said hell tell me when he has plans but even that makes me feel so desperate and needy that's not my usual vibe. im just. ugh.

anyway he's just asked if he can spend the day hanging out with them today, my freeest day to talk of the week. and im a cool girl. i said im so glad ur having such a good time. im so glad u have friends and r working out (theyre going climbing), i hope ull be back in the evening for me? yesyes probably maybe? probably i will have him back with me tonight. coolcoolcoolcool. im gonna be working the next three days str8. the weekends r so busy for me. 4 shifts in 3 days baby. ill miss u ill miss u.

#vent

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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You’re Mine…

Scarlett's POV

We recently wrapped on Avengers Endgame, it's been a few months and I haven't seen anyone from the cast since; I've been so busy with other projects. Today there's a party at Evans's house for the cast and crew. So I'm obviously going, can't stand my bestfriend and 'family' up.

I also found out Y/N's coming. She's been in the films since Age of Ultron but has never agreed to go to any party that we've thrown without a contractual obligation. Her so called reason for going tonight is she knows it's most of the OG's last movie and she is possibly going to miss us.

I'm more than excited because she's genuinely my favorite person to be around. She'd always sit with me in my trailer and we'd watch stupid reality TV and eat whatever we could in between our scenes. We'd have sleepovers and we'd cuddle. We'd flirt, like a lot. It started off as harmless flirting, but over the years it's become complicated by feelings—at least for me.

The problem was one or both of us was usually taken when the other wasn't. So it could never go anywhere. I've been single since before we wrapped, and as of last week Y/N's free from her terrible on and off again girlfriend. I'm happy for her because she always deserved better.

So, I'm prepared to amp up the flirting today. She will be mine!

Y/N's POV

I woke up feeling great today! I finally dropped my now ex for good. She was controlling and mostly just using me for the clout and money. I'm honestly more excited because I finally 'agreed' to go to a cast thrown party. I always wanted to go but my ex wouldn't let me, so I pretended to be uninterested.

It'll be a great party because Scarlett's going to be there and I intend to flirt my ass off. There's nothing holding me back. My ex was always kind of jealous of Scar's & I's relationship. We've always been close, and we've always harmlessly flirted. A wolf whistle here or there. Eyeing the other up and down with a subtle lip bite. The comments in passing with winks and smirks. It never escalated due to both of us being coupled up when the other was single. That's no longer an issue and I intend to have fun tonight. Starting with the outfit I wear.

I know from premieres what outfit styles seem to drive her crazy. I settled on a tight fit, white button up shirt, making sure to leave the top two buttons undone. I then tuck it into a black above the knee pencil skirt. The skirt hugs my hips and butt nicely, one accidental pen drop and she'll be putty in my hands ...

*ETA* -Chris E texts me

*Who's asking ? 😉*

*uh.. me? Hence the text. 🤪*

*7:10PM. Fashionably late is what I do best Capsicle*

*oh, I so want to uninvite you... See you soon loser*

With that I finished getting ready. I spray myself down with *your fave scent*, and I apply just a bit of chapstick to my lips. I fluff up my naturally y/h/t hair. I slipped on my slides, grab my party favor, and head out the door.

Chris E's POV

I was texting Y/N to make sure she wouldn't flake. I have a feeling her newfound single state is why she's actually coming. Her ex was so controlling. Y/N thought we didn't know but we all did. Whenever we invited her she seemed sad to say no. This parties almost a secret celebration for us because she's single and so is Scar.

I've never seen two people more perfect for each other. I've also never seen Scar so interested in anyone like this before. The so called 'harmless' flirting usually ended in her looking sad when Y/N was out of sight.

Scar hasn't given up on the idea of Y/N and her. She got into relationships usually just to pass the time. Then Y/N and crazy pants would break up for a minute and Scar would be hopeful. Then they'd make up and the cycle continued.

*knock* Speak of the devil!

"Hello there Chrissy" Y/N greets me

"What happened to fashionably late?"

"I thought I'd surprise you and be early instead. I like to keep you on your toes." She playfully remarks while handing me a bottle of champagne

"I prefer early, it means I get you before everyone starts fighting over you" I say pulling her in for a hug

"Yeah, I'm a real hot shot aren't I?" She says, plopping on the couch making herself right at home.

"No, you're just a hermit crab and everyone's going to be in awe that you even leave your house." I playfully reply back, receiving a pillow hurdled at me in response

"You look lovely Y/N. I'm really glad you're here. I also know a certain someone else who's going to be thrilled." I say with a wink as she sends back a knowing smirk.

Scar's POV

I'm so nervous... I'm driving over to the party and I'm imagining how this night could go. Flirting is a lot easier when it's not meant to have a follow through. At the same time, flirting with Y/N's basically become second nature to me. I truly love the crap out of this girl and I'll be damned if when we're both finally single we don't reach our happy ending.

I parked my car, adjusted my outfit, and walked into the party in full swing. I try to not be obvious, but my eyes are searching all over for her. I was getting worried she didn't show, but then I saw her. She was seated at a table with Lizzie, Flo and Holland laughing her ass off at something Flo said. Her laugh just draws me in, it's music to my ears.

"You might want to wipe the drool off your lips" RDJ says pulling me out of my thoughts.

So much for not being obvious.

"Oh hush... I am hungry and the food looks great"

"I didn't realize we referred to our friends as food now." He retorted back receiving a punch to his arm

"Go away! Actually I need a drink so I'll go"

Y/N's POV

I'm sitting with some of my faves. Lizzie, Flo and Holland. I could feel someone staring but I refused to cave and look back. I'm playing the long game.

"She's totally staring at you" Lizzie whispers aloud

"Huh?" I say pretending I have no idea what she's talking about.

"Oh stop... Scarly hasn't stopped staring since she arrived and I know you know!" Flo pipes up

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I say smirking over my nearly empty glass

"Mate... I think you need a refill. Go get one!" Holland remarks

"You know, I think you're right. Anyone else need one?" I ask pretending to listen but really I'm preparing myself for what's about to happen

"Actually, I'd.." Holland starts before Flo slaps him to shut up and I walk off not hearing.

Scar's POV

As I turn around to order my drink I feel a slight hand ghosting over my hip.

"Hi, can I get a Sex on the Beach?" I hear HER order completely skipping over that it's my turn. Also... What's with that drink order?

I turn around and look her in the eyes, then my gaze drops to look her over.

"Eyes up Johansson" she says with a massive smirk on her face.

I know she knows what she's doing to me with this outfit.

"Here you go Ms. Y/L/N..." the bartender says

Before she can take it I take it instead while staring directly into her eyes and take the first sip.

"Mmm..." I moan out maintaining eye contact then leaving to take her seat at the table leaving her a flustered mess. This is gonna be fun.

Y/N's POV

That was hot, and a total power move, but now I'm flustered with a dry mouth and no drink. Before I can even speak the bartender smiles and slides me a fresh drink. As I am headed to the table I see Scar's stolen my seat. Not gonna stop me though! Then out of nowhere some man steps in front of me and lightly grabs onto my shoulder. He wreaks of whiskey and cheap cologne.

"Hello there gorgeous." He slurs and tightens his grip

"Goodbye, not my type" I try to push forward

Scar's POV

"No need to be a bitch!" I hear some guy slur out and I cringe

"Remove your hand from my waist and move out of my way!" I heard Y/N shout

Then I look up to see this guy with his hands on her. My bloods now boiling, he's not going to have a job in the morning, that's for sure. No one touches her! He pulls her in and then next thing I know I'm turning him around to punch him square in the nose.

"What's your name?!" I shout while holding him by the collar

"What's it to you bitch?" He slurs back

"Listen, don't make me lay you out! Answer me!" I growl out full of rage

"Jimmy..." he stuttered out. I snap a photo for reference later and throw him to the ground

"Back to the party!" I shout to avert everyone's gazes

Y/N's POV

Oh shit! I've never seen her look so angry.

This whole protective thing she has going on is so hot. After she's done with him she looks at me with a soft expression.

"Y/N... are you okay?" She asked so softly

"Yes... Thank you.. Are you??"

"I am if you are" she all but whispers back

I smile then realize her hands definitely bruising and I gently grab her other hand and pull her indoors.

"Sit!" I assert as I bring her to the couch and walk away leaving her confused.

I walk back in with a beer and an ice pack and the best smile I can offer.

"Thank you" she says with a sweet smile

"For what? This is for me, did you want something ?" I jokingly ask

"Yeah right! You hate beer" she laughs out

"You know me so well!" I sarcastically reply while opening her beer for her and putting the ice pack onto her knuckles.

We sit in a comfortable silence and I decide to place my hand on her thigh and my head onto her shoulder. Teasings fun but she's now injured because of me. As she finishes her beer I take the bottle and set it down on the table for her. As I sit back, replacing my head, she intertwines our fingers. There's a tension between us but it's comfortable

"Thank you so much Scar"... "you didn't have to do that"

I can feel her tense when I say that.

"Yes I did!! That creep had his hands all over you..." she growls out

"Scar, it's okay. I'm okay"

"It was not okay!" She whisper shouts

I turned my body to look at her better, then I turn her face to look at me.

"Look at me, see, I'm fine. I'm with my best girl. I couldn't be better!" I say squeezing her good hand in reassurance

Scar's POV

Fuck it! I reach my hands up and cup her cheeks, then I pull her in. I ghost my lips over hers and whisper: "Can I kiss you?"

"Please do!"

As soon as I get the go ahead I pull her into my lap then I smash our lips together. I've waited so damn long for this and the circumstances might've been less than ideal but the end results pure magic. Her lips feel so good against mine, like they were always meant to be together. She pulls away playfully gasping for air then she rests her forehead against mine.

"Wow..." she whispers causing me to quietly laugh in response.

"... that was everything" she continues causing me to smile in response, just happy that the feelings mutual.

We just sit in silence both processing what happened. She went to shift out of my lap but I just grip her tighter and whisper "mine!"

Y/N's POV

"What's that?" I question knowing exactly what she just said

She pulls my face to look at her, causing our eyes to lock and she ghosts my lips again.

"You're mine!" She says never once dropping eye contact

I move my face to whisper into her ear.

"I'm all yours baby!"

She pulls me in for a passionate yet gentle kiss. She then stands up extending her hand out to me. I take it and she pulls me up and into her.

"Let's go back to the party. I'd really like to show you off now that you're officially mine"

"I think we know I've always been yours!"

She smiles in response dragging me outside. She decided to take me back to our friends at the table. She sat in the only open seat, pulled me into her lap, and just gave off a smug smile back to the stares and rested her head on my shoulder.

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Back to You | 14

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Yay I updated! I hope you guys like this one, I was stuck for a bit there but once I sat down and got to typing, I really finished it in one sitting. I was just planning on updating it bit by bit lol. Let me know what you guys think, Love you!!!!!!

Word count: 2,591

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

In a few short months of your movie premier with Timothee, you were finally able to release your double-release album, and the response was massive, to say the least. You'd been getting calls from different show hosts' upcoming awarding ceremonies. Still, you couldn't for life in you accept, all except for the Oscars, which your manager told you was a must since you'd be attending in the first place anyway and that performing at the Oscars was a big deal given that you also starred in films and shows.

You turned in bed, facing Timothee's sleeping face. He had been in town for a week now, back on a break from filming in Hungary. Then he'd be back to film in England in a couple of weeks. After your talk on your premiere night, it was to an agreement that whatever you had going on was just two people exploring and experiencing things with someone they had strong feelings for. There wasn't a need for a media circus to cover anything about you two except your movie.

You move his arm, placed it over your waist, and sit up slowly in bed, making sure not to stir Timothee. The jetlag must be shit. You stretched your arms in front of you, glancing at the clock that read 2:07 AM. You get up, grabbing Timothee's white shirt from the floor, and, putting it on, walking over to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, touching some of the reddening parts of your neck courtesy of Timothee, and then you notice the toothbrushes… there were two. From this single thing alone, it had you catching everything about the bathroom, how there were two towels, one black, and one violet, which just so happened to be your favorite color.

You walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, putting on your skinny jeans, turning on the lamp, and noticing his wallet. Inside was a picture of you. Opening the closet doors, the ones hung up were various suits, jackets, and even dresses you've worn to events. Why didn't he just send these back? Why would he let you keep your stuff in his house?

You drag your feet downstairs, noticing small details you'd been blind to before, like the large dog bed positioned by the door despite Timothee telling you he could only ever get himself to take care of a tiny dog. You noticed the colored mugs and bowls, a deep dull navy blue color, the same as the ones in your house. Suddenly, everything feels as if it's moving too fast. You both agreed there was no relationship, and there was attraction, but why does his home feel like it's become yours as well?

You sit down, taking a few deep breaths before deciding to stand up and grab your cardigan from the coathanger, opening the front door and closing it behind you as you waited for a taxi to bring you to the more active part of the city at night.

You just couldn't deal with a relationship right now. You couldn't let your heart get broken again, so you have to find ways to distract yourself.

The car stops in front of you, driving off into the night and dropping you off by a club that Troye agreed to meet you at.

You and Timothee had an attraction, but you both agreed there was no label; ergo, there was no intimate relationship even though you both have done everything together. No boyfriend means you were free to do whatever you wanted without worrying about him. But if you were honest with yourself, this was more of you suggesting something you already knew Timothee wasn't too keen on agreeing with but would just because he thought that having something with you was better than absolutely nothing. You saw Troye waiting out by the back entrance for you when he spotted you and called you over. Almost like clockwork, every time you snuck out away from Timothee, everything in you screamed to turn back, to clear your head, and for the first time, you listened.

You motioned for Troye to go ahead and sent him a text that you'd probably just head home because you weren't feeling well. He gave you a knowing look before looking like he finally approved of your actions and sent you a quick and short 'Good." text, and headed inside.

You walked around for a while after that. Soon it was already just about 5 in the morning, and even though you wouldn't let yourself come to any conclusion as to what you even wanted out of this almost relationship with Timothee, you still found yourself back at his front door.

You took out the keys in your pocket, slowly opening the door only to find Timothee sat on the couch, his knees up to his chest as he stared off into space, either deep in thought or trying to keep himself awake… maybe even both.

When he saw you enter, a soft smile formed on his face, and for some reason, that made you smile too.

"Hey, you." He spoke softly.

You sat down quietly next to him, instantly he set his feet on the ground and reached over to embrace you in a hug, the familiar scent of Timothee that never left you that evening even more evident… It felt and smelled familiar, and right now, while your mind was a mess, familiarity was what you needed.

Timothee lifted his head, worried, "Hey, are you alright?"

You sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."

He murmured quietly into your neck as he peppered kisses, "You could never."

You pulled away, feeling guilt in your bones, "Aren't you even a little bit frustrated that we've been like this for months? That even in private, we can't even say that we're in a relationship?"

You gave you a reassuring look, "We both wanted this Y/N."

You sat up, "Except we didn't… You didn't." You corrected yourself, "You're bringing your mother to the fucking Oscars next month because I told you we couldn't be seen together at carpets for Pete's sake."

You stood up, starting to pace back and forth, "We have to coordinate outfits for the sake of not matching, and we never go out because I can't be seen with you in fear that we're going to get found out. I'm a terrible fucking person, and I don't understand how you're so okay with this."

Timothee was grinning, sleep still in his eyes, "I'm okay with it because I love you, Y/N."

You froze in your spot, "You what?"

He nodded and got up, walking over to you. The blue light of the early morning peaking through the curtain made this moment feel and look ethereal, "I said I love you, Y/N. I've known that I loved you from the moment I met you." He kissed the top of your head as he embraced you.

You shook your head, "No, no, no, you don't. I'll even list more shit I've done to you just so you understand how and why you don't love me."

Timothee chuckled, "And yet despite all this... all that's registering in my head is the fact that you've been thinking of me and only me this whole time. You've been worried about how you're hurting me because you don't want to."

And that's when you realized that Timothee was right. This whole time you've been thinking of Timothee and how much you wanted to protect him from you, but he never wanted to be protected from you because he knew that you could never hurt him. You rested your forehead against his.

"I-I need to go. I need to think."

He smiled sadly, "I'll be here when you're ready. I'll always be here Y/N until you don't want me to be here anymore."

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You sat in your house, since leaving Timothee's earlier, you had been sat there lost in thought as you argued with yourself. It was true, the last thing you wanted was to hurt Timothee, but you were confused because it's like you couldn't understand your feelings. After all, a particular person still held a large part of it in his hands.

Timothee was there for you. Late night at the recording studio, whether through being there physically or even calling you or skyping you, he was always there. He was there with you when you bought all your albums from Target, and he was also the one who insisted you find another target that hasn't sold out your CDs so he could buy all of them too. Timothee was there with you when you had interviews that you almost felt like you could puke from nervousness backstage as he watched you talk about another celebrity you were getting linked to, and he was there with you to giggle about how stupid talk shows were. Timothee was always there. Whether it was dancing, kissing, or even fighting in the rain, he was always with you. He always wanted you around. Even when you rode the subway to get to a press conference of his or a promo for his upcoming movie, he always wanted you with him. He'd run with you in the rain, and he'd kiss away the sadness when you didn't want to speak with him. He was there with you when you get the sudden urge to buy all the popsicles from the nearest whole foods, and he was there with you when you got sick with the flu, which he also got from you. You'd spend afternoons walking around a far-off hill as you two put flowers in your hair despite knowing that you two probably had your busy schedules. Nothing mattered when you were with Timothee. Nothing mattered except each other. A part of you felt hurt that these memories you had kept of you and Tom were slowly being replaced by everything Timothee, but a large part of you also knew that the person you have now had no doubt that you couldn't ignore your feelings. You couldn't have to take Timothee out of your life.

Making up your mind, you got up, got dressed, and left for where you were sure you would find Tom.

He was in the middle of filming a new movie, but the second he saw you, he immediately asked to stop filming, a familiar, loving face plastered on as he walked over to you before being stopped by the director. They looked to be having a bit of a disagreement before he pointed you out, and the director looked at you in realization, patting him on the back and allowing him to jog over to you.

"Hey." You paused, your hand grasping your arm, and Tom took notice right away.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Hey, what's wrong?" He pulls you to sit by the curb as you two sat side by side, "You only do that when you're having a hard time saying something."

You gave him a look, "Well… I came here to ask you if it was alright if I try things out with Timothee."

He looked taken aback, "Oh, well, honestly, I thought you came by to sort things out between us…." He took notice of the way you looked down in guilt, "I don't think you could do anything with another guy that wouldn't upset me… but I don't really get that prerogative anymore, Y/N." He sighed, wrapping an arm around you to comfort you, "The fact is, you're trying to grow into who you've always wanted to be, and I'm trying to do that too for the sake of us and what we could be. If that means that you need or want to date someone again, I'll fully support you, but the most important thing is, does he make you happy?"

You sighed, looking out onto the filming lot, and nodded slowly, not noticing the slight upset look on Tom's face, "I catch myself sometimes smiling to myself when I think of him… But it's like I can't do anything because I don't want to let go of what we had."

Tom took a gulp, deciding that what was important right now was you, more than what he wanted, "What we had and what we were isn't important anymore Y/N. I'm working towards what we could become. What we had was co-dependency and a constant need to be in each other's presence to prove that what we had was perfect. I want us to find each other again in the future and know that no matter how far apart we are, if hopefully, we get together again, there is nobody in this world we'll love more… and that's what I'm encouraging you to do. I want to grow with you and grow for each other, and if that means you dating other people to understand yourself more, then I support you."

You looked at Tom for a second before hugging him and pecking him on the cheek, "I really needed that, Tom. Thank you."

He hugged you tighter, "Anytime. I'll always be here for you, Y/N."

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You gripped your seat in the car in pure nerves. You were on your way to the Oscars with your assistant constantly telling you about your performance and what not to mess up and things to remember, especially about reporters who wanted an interview with you. To say you were all nerves today was an understatement. You hadn't spoken to Timothee ever since you told him you needed time to think, so today would be the first time you would ever come face to face with him. You thought long and hard about everything between the two of you. Still, you think you're finally ready to actually put some time and effort into this… and if that meant doing things that would significantly make Timothee happy, then you'd do it.

Your assistant watched a live feed from the Oscars as she gave you updates on how Armie was on the carpet. Saoirse was on the carpet, talking about how she hoped to make a movie with you and various other stars. You were a few minutes away from the carpet when she spoke up again.

"Timothee has just arrived." then she looked at her phone and back at you, doing a double-take as you gave her a sheepish smile, all she could do was smile approvingly at you before going back to giving you live updates.

A few minutes later, and your heart didn't feel like it was going to slow down anytime soon as your assistant gave you a pep talk, "Y/N. You are gonna rock that carpet, you'll turn heads, and most importantly, you're gonna be the talk of the night. There is nothing that could go wrong tonight. Just take deep breaths and don't trip."

Luckily you were still coherent enough to understand what she said as you took deep breaths to calm your nerves.

"Alright, three… two… one." The door flew open as one of the large men in suits grabbed your hand and helped you out. Your dress was not providing you much flexibility to move, and for almost 15 seconds, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as everyone was quiet. You found Timothee busy with an interview as the crowd looked from you to him, the topic on everyone's minds for the past few months. As if this were the only proof they needed, they held their cameras in their hands as they snapped pictures of you and a commotion started as they started asking for Timothee.

You think you gave them a quick, charming grin as you told them he was in an interview before walking towards the interviewer and Timothee. She was the first to notice while Timothee talked about how his mom stood him up as his Oscars date, something you arranged a week earlier and something Timothee's mom was more than happy to comply to.

The interviewer looks ecstatic as the only one and the first one on this carpet to get whatever the scoop was here, as she wasted no time when you slowly approached them, "Timothee! You said you were stood up, but you never told us that your backup would be late!"

Timothee shot her a confused look before he felt your arm slowly snake around his arm, "Sorry I'm late." You quickly whispered to him.

His face looked shocked. Almost as if a reflex, he almost pulled away from you before getting a good look at what you were wearing. His jaw looked like it would drop to the floor as he looked utterly awestruck.

The interviewer giggled nervously, already knowing her interview time was slowly coming to an end without any payoff to the two of you, "Timothee, you look to be speechless at Y/N's dress tonight." She looked at you hopefully, "Could everyone here assume this is date night?"

You smiled shyly at the lady before giving her a tiny curt nod, "I know it's a bit cliche to match outfits, but when I saw that Timothee was going to wear a harness, I just couldn't let him take all the attention for tonight, so I apologize, but I've kept this secret from him too just to make sure he doesn't do anything to take the spotlight, that's why he looks like he's just had a heart attack." you giggled.

He gave a quick, playful tilted look to you before blinking multiple times, "In my defense, I didn't even know that this was a harness... They told me this was a bib."

"Bib or not, you two look like the sexiest couple on the carpet, and I just so happen to be the luckiest interviewer tonight." The interviewer looked ecstatic as can be as she jumps up, more energetic to interview the two of you, "And well, Y/N, one look at you, and it's hard to believe anyone would still have the ability to speak. You look gorgeous." She winked at the camera, "But I can't help but notice you just confirmed this is date night… Is it safe to assume what everyone has been wondering for the past few months? That you two are dating?"

Somehow, Timothee finally snaps out of it and looks at you, a questioning look before you leaned over and spoke into the mic, "Yeah. We're together. We have been for a while now." You smiled sheepishly as you saw Timothee's face glow as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "I apologize for keeping quiet for so long, but we think it's the right time to go public now that we've decided to take things to a more serious level."

The interviewer waves a hand in the air, "As long as you two let us in on the secret, there's no problem there." She faced the camera, "You heard it here first, folks. Hollywood's newest and hottest up and coming power couple. From both Y/N and Timothee themselves, now going public with their relationship."

As you two walked away from the interviewer for more pictures, Timothee embraced you, uncaring of the cameras flashing in your faces, "Are you serious?"

You nodded slowly, "I'm ready to be with you completely, Timothee. I'm sorry I took so long."

He shook his head like a puppy, "As long as you're here with me now, Y/N, I don't care."

He pulled away at the sound of your name and his in the same sentence as the photographers asked for your attention. He quickly kisses you on the cheek as you shut your eyes and grinned, cameras going off and commotion started up at you two, the young hot couple everyone had wanted more details on.

Timothee clutched your waist tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, this would all go back to how everything was before.

Before entering the venue, he pulled you to the side, "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to force yourself."

You shook your head, guiding his head to yours, "I think I'm in love with you too, Timothee. I'm all in with you." And then you kissed him.

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okay so y/n and h are friend with benefits and theres supposed to be no strings so they’re allowed to date outside of their arrangement ofc but when y/n sees h with someone she gets like rly jealous and upset🥺 and like h notices and comes to her place so they end up sleeping together and he gives her little forehead kisses and says stuff like „m' best girl, y' know that, right?“ I NEED THIS AGH :(

Hi there! Sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it! Friends to lovers is my favorite thing to write! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ - m

You hadn't meant to be friends with benefits. Especially considering you'd always hoped that you were moving towards friends to lovers, but this wasn't a romantic comedy. Harry was a busy man and it was hard for him to have a girlfriend that could deal with everything that came from being with him. There were times when you wondered if you could either. It was A LOT. You got along and he was an incredible flirt, so it just seemed like a no strings attached fwb situation made the most sense.

You look over at Harry in the soft morning light. He's on his stomach, arms wrapped around the pillow, face resting gently, wayward curls everywhere. You reach over and gently push one of his curls back off of his forehead. You sigh remembering the sex you had with him last night...his hands on your skin, his kisses, and the way that he made you keep eye contact with him when you came. There weren't supposed to be any strings but when you close your eyes, there are strings connecting you to him everywhere.

It had been a couple of weeks since you'd seen or heard from him. but you figured he was busy being a mega superstar so you weren't really that worried about it. Sarah had asked you to come over for a little get together that her and Mitch were throwing and it sounded like fun. You were in the corner drinking and talking to Sarah when you saw him come through the door and he wasn't alone. He was smiling and his arm was on her back. She was stick skinny, with long hair and that blank expression that all models have. She was, in fact, everything that you weren't and, even worse, she had the one person you wanted more than anything else in the world. You could feel the strings wrapping around your throat like a noose.

They were heading your way, nowhere to go but downhill, you think as you grabbed the tequila shot from the table and threw it back. You grabbed another one and did the same. He greeted you all with hugs and kisses and then pulled back to introduce her. "This is..." You couldn't hear anything except for a rushing in your ears and then you leaned forward and puked all over her shoes.

Mitch and Tom couldn't help but laugh, shaking their heads immediately with apologies.

"I'm sorry," you croaked out. You didn't bother meeting his eyes as Sarah wrapped her arm around you, steering you to the bathroom.

You were leaning against the sink as Sarah retrieved a washcloth from the closet and wetted it with cold water, bringing it to your face and gently wiping your mouth.

"How long?" She asked you. You couldn't meet her eyes either. She moved the washcloth to your forehead, and then your cheeks. "How long?" She asked again.

"Too long."

She gave you a hard stare. "Four months. We've been screwing around for four months." Your face crumpled then and tears poured down your face. She softened and hugged you, as you wept on her shoulder.

"There, there, You'll be ok."

You pulled back. "The thing is...I don't think I will and I...fuck. I'm so stupid." Tears were dripping down your face again. "So stupid."

Sarah grabbed a tissue and you took it, dabbing at your face.

"You're not stupid. End of story." You nod.

"Thank you. Sorry I threw up."

Sarah shrugged. "You didn't throw up on my shoes." You couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm gonna go. I can't do this. Apologize again for me?"

Sarah nodded and helped you to the door. The walk through the living room was awkward but everyone was nice enough to pretend they didn't see you as you walked by and you were thankful for that. "Want Mitch to take you home? I'll fetch him if you do."

You shake your head no as you shrug into your coat. "No need. Uber's on the way."

"Take care. Call me tomorrow."

You smile and nod. "Thanks for everything," you say, as you slip out the door and into the cool London air.

You knew you had a lot to figure out the next couple of days but the only thing you wanted at the moment was sleep. You quickly got through your nighttime routine and fell into bed and blissful sleep.

You woke up to someone pounding on your door. The clock read 2:21 a.m. You knew who it was and it was the absolute last person you wanted to see. The pounding continued while you slowly shuffled to the door. You looked through the peephole and sighed.

"Go away, Harry." Your forehead thunked against the door.

"Lemme in."

"No."

"We need to talk about this."

"We really don't."

You heard him sigh. "M'not leaving until ya let me in, so ya might as well open the damn door."

You unlock the deadbolt and pull the door open, letting him pass you. You shut the door and lean back against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. Your eyes dart to him for a second and then bounce around. Harry runs his hand through his curls. He'd begged you to let him in, but now that he's here, he doesn't know what to say. He moves to stand in front of you, his palms flat on the wall beside you.

"M'sorry. Never meant to hurt you."

Your eyes flick up to meet his. You can feel the tears welling up behind your eyes. "I know. It's my fault too. I...knew better. I liked you. Sex was never gonna be enough." You realize now how foolish the whole arrangement was. You were kidding yourself that you could handle it, when the opposite was true. You smile at him sadly.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitches up. "Ya liked me?" He leans towards you until his lips are just by the shell of your ear, almost touching your skin. "Is that in the past tense darling?"

You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath on your skin and the deep timbre of his voice.

"No. Threw up on your date didn't I?" You smile and he laughs his breathy little laugh.

"Yeah, ya did. I want ta give us a try....a real try. If it's ok with ya."

His stare is intense and it's lighting up every cell in your body. "That's all I ever wanted to be honest."

You don't know which one of you moved first or maybe you both moved at the same time, but then his lips are on yours and you're so overcome with emotion, your knees almost buckle. You're both panting as you pull away from his wonderful mouth and sponge kisses across his cheek as you try and get some air into your lungs. You push him back some and he thinks maybe you've changed your mind, but then you grab his hand and lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

He gasps when you turn around to face him and take your t shirt off, and slowly shimmy your shorts down your legs. You smile as you unbutton the buttons of his shirt and he shrugs it off of his shoulders. Your fingers deftly undo the button and fly of his pants and they fall to the floor as his mouth finds yours again.

His kisses are slow and sensual...almost as if he were kissing you for the first time. He gently lays you back on the bed and then his whole body is covering yours, his chest pressed against yours and he's so warm and soft above you. His kisses trail down your throat to your breasts and then further down your stomach, soft and wet. When he moves back up to take one of your nipples in his mouth, you moan and arch your back, as he happily sucks. When his mouth finally makes it to your cunt, you're almost delirious. It's like it's finally sinking in that this isn't like any of the other times you've fucked, this is him and you together and all of your senses are heightened because this is real.

"S'wet for me honey," he mumbles out before he dives in. He's licking and sucking and absolutely devouring you and you don't even have the chance to let him know before your back is arching and you're cumming on his tongue. His name is still a chant on your lips when he moves back up to kiss you.

"Never came that fast for me before," he says breathlessly against your lips.

"Never felt like that before" you tell him.

"Feels different this time, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

He kisses you again as one of his hands entwines with yours as the other positions his cock at your entrance.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now." He says, eyes boring into yours.

"Fuck, me either."

And then he's sliding into you slowly, letting you really feel him, inch by glorious inch. The sex is slow and soft and full of all of the emotions you've both been feeling for a while now and are finally able to express.

Afterwards, you snuggle into his chest, your head on his shoulder and everything is blissfully hazy, He kisses your forehead over and over and says, "m"best girl. Ya know that, righ'?"

You snuggle into him even further and press kisses to his neck. You know it now.

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Queen live at Forest National in Brussels, Belgium - August 24, 1984

Some parts of the Hammer To Fall promo video were filmed during this show - the camera was filming the audience reactions during TYMD, Radio Ga Ga and Hammer To Fall. On the next day 20 fans from the Dutch fan club were invited to come again to the filming of the promo video.

At the gig, the band asked the audience to return the following day for the shoot. However, most likely assuming it was all a joke, the vast majority stayed away; in fact only a dozen fans turned up. Undeterred, the shoot went ahead anyway, with the band's performance that day interspersed with footage shot the previous night.

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This is the first show of The Works tour.

According to the July '89 issue of Record Collector, Queen ran through about 40 songs during rehearsals. This list of songs rehearsed that didn't end up in the setlist comes from someone who worked on the tour:

Great King Rat (longer version), Brighton Rock (full song), I'm In Love With My Car, Sweet Lady, White Man, We Will Rock You (fast), Play The Game, Need Your Loving Tonight, Put Out The Fire, Las Palabras de Amor, Life Is Real (both Freddie solo piano and Freddie/Brian acoustic duet versions)

The keyboardist for this tour (and also the '86 Magic tour) is session musician Spike Edney. He would also lend some vocals to many songs and play rhythm guitar in Hammer To Fall. He and Roger Taylor would form a band called "The Cross" in 1987 which spawned three albums, and he would return to Queen in the 21st century to play on the tours with Paul Rodgers and Adam Lambert.

Spike was recruited in a very informal way by a Queen associate. He went to Munich for their first rehearsal in early August, wound up partying for most of the first night, and missed the first day's rehearsal. It later transpired that everyone else had. He recalls, "The next day, we all managed to get to it eventually, to the first rehearsal, and all the gear was set up. The stage was huge, and I thought "Oh well, here we go then" and we got to the first song , and what I'd forgotten was that they hadn't actually played together for two years. So they said, OK, let's try one of the new songs, I think it was Radio Ga Ga, and we started playing it, and course, I knew it, I'd been studying it for weeks. You know, 1,2,3,4 and we start and we get about a minute into the song and the whole thing collapses. And they all look at each other, you know, very sheepishly, and they say, "Anyone know how it goes?" and I say "well, actually, I know. I know how it goes" and they said "Ah". And so I started showing them the chords and everything and Fred looked at me and said "You don't know the words, do you?" and "Well, yeah I do actually" so then they all came round the piano and we spent the whole day just going through songs, and I thought, "I'm gonna be all right here, this'll be OK"!"

The show started very late, as the band were still doing soundcheck when they were supposed to go on. Apparently over the previous week there were few occasions when all four band members actually showed up for rehearsal. Many songs (likely those listed above) never made the setlist, and soundcheck was an extensive cramming session, particularly for the older material that they hadn't played in years.

Roger Taylor later reflected that this European tour was one of his favourites, and many fans cite the early Works setlist as their favourite ever played by the band. Three medleys are now played, two of which have revived many old songs: Killer Queen, Seven Seas Of Rhye, Keep Yourself Alive, Liar, Stone Cold Crazy and Great King Rat. Staying Power from Hot Space returns to the set, as does Sheer Heart Attack from News Of The World. Only half of Staying Power is played, and it runs into Dragon Attack, followed by an improvisation running into a more compact version of Now I'm Here compared to previous tours.

Many people who attended shows on this tour recall Queen having a very heavy sound, especially on songs like Liar and Stone Cold Crazy. By 1984 they had gained a reputation as being one of the best live rock acts in the business.

Six songs from The Works are performed each night, and the introduction tape is from the album track "Machines". After the heavy G chords are heard on the tape twice, the band walk on stage in the darkness to play the chords the third time, which leads into the brand new "Tear It Up". This is yet another effective opening to a Queen show, something they would perfect time and time again.

I Want To Break Free is performed each night in 1984-85 as the first encore, with Freddie coming on stage sporting a pair of huge plastic breasts under a pink shirt. Part way through the song, he would remove the breasts and twirl them around for a while before finally throwing them into the audience. Some souvenir! As a result of this gag, Another One Bites The Dust has been moved from the encore to be earlier in the set.

This tour showcases an incredible lighting rig and an overall setup mimics the movie Metropolis, from which scenes were used for the promo video of Radio Ga Ga last year. The huge wheels behind the stage (modelled after the ones on The Works album cover) rotate at mostly random times - usually because they are turned manually by various crew members such as Roger's tech Chris "Crystal" Taylor whenever they have a free moment (Freddie Mercury's assistant Peter Freestone told the tale in 2021):

“Yeah, I mean Rio was… amazing. The feeling from that crowd… you know, something like 350,000 people. Oh, you can’t beat that. And when you’re flying in a helicopter over that crowd, it was stunning. But the thing is, I know this sounds really, really stupid but [laughs]… one thing I will always, always remember from that tour was, remember, in the back of the stage you had these wheels that turned every now and then, not constantly but just every now and then. That was because there was… the guy looking after Roger’s drums and me who actually turned those wheels. And there was no set cue or anything that, “Oh, it has to start on this bar, on this song.” No, it was when he wasn’t doing anything and I wasn’t doing anything, we’d say “Ok, let’s go and do it.” And we turned the wheels for a couple of minutes and then left them alone. He had then to do something for Roger and I would just sit there like I always did. And then you’d go back and you’d turn the wheels, like a hamster. We were like hamsters…”

However, a crew member who worked on the tour recalls otherwise: "I do know local crew members were used on the UK shows and certainly (a number of) European gigs. The other thing is that Radio Ga Ga had a set piece with the cogs and lighting, using low ambient lighting and strobes to emphasise mechanical motion of the cogs during the instrumental break. Would Roger Taylor be happy with no one covering him/his kit during a show? Possibly Peter Freestone is remembering production rehearsals when any spare bodies might have been asked to operate the cogs?"

During vocal improvisations on this tour, Freddie would often include bits of "Foolin' Around" and "Living On My Own" from his pending first solo album, which he had been working on during this period.

Freddie now plays a Telecaster for Crazy Little Thing Called Love. It would remain like this through the Magic tour.

The band no longer bring a gong with them on the road. Roger now does a cymbal roll at the end of Bohemian Rhapsody.

A fan recalls hearing the band running through Tear It Up whilst queuing up to enter the venue.

Freddie's voice is in superb shape for this show, but it will quickly weaken as the tour progresses. As incredible as Freddie Mercury was, he certainly did not take care of his voice at times, especially in the mid-80s. After a couple years of heavy smoking, Freddie's voice now sounds a lot deeper and raspier overall.

Before It's A Hard Life, Freddie says, "I think tonight we're gonna do songs from just about every album that we've ever made. You heard some very early stuff from the first album. Right now I think we're gonna do something very new, and we'll see what you think of it."

Freddie does a vocal exchange with the audience before Staying Power, singing "Get Down Make Love" and "Gimme Some Lovin" a few times. The band would improvise bits of the latter a couple times in 1986.

This is the only show on the entire Works tour where Roger plays regular acoustic drums on Another One Bites The Dust (before which Freddie teases the audience with a bit of Mustapha). For the rest of the tour, he'd play electronic drums. He'd also integrate the electronic drum kit into a few other songs, like at the beginning of Hammer To Fall, where one might argue that his sounds don't appropriately complement the guitar to create the intense, heavy sound.

The band sound very tight on this opening night of the tour, with the only exception being the rough transition from Stone Cold Crazy to Great King Rat. The keyboard and guitar solos are integrated together for the first few shows of the tour, during which Brian plays a few bits from Machines. Spike Edney uses his vocoder (a Roland VP-330) for the "machines" and "back to humans" lines heard throughout the tour during this spot (he would use his vocoder for the "radio" lines in Radio Ga Ga as well). After this segment, Brian then gets a few minutes to play on his own as usual.

Parts of the promo video for Hammer To Fall were filmed during this show. Claims from some (even official) sources state that Freddie invited the audience back for (what would actually be "additional") filming the following day aren't true. Here is all that Freddie had to say before the song: "This next song we're gonna use in our next video. So everybody just go mad and maybe later you'll see one of you guys inside the video one day. Oh, just go crazy, take your clothes off. It's called Hammer To Fall." After the song, he simply says, "Good night, you guys!" as that was the last song of the set.

Here is a fan's recollection: "On the night of the gig, there was a camera mounted on an arm that would swing over the front rows of the audience during a few songs. These audience shots were taken during Tie Your Mother Down, Radio Ga Ga, and Hammer To Fall itself. I guess they also had a camera up in the box at the back of the hall [as there are a few shots of both the audience and the band]. I don't remember any cameras onstage during the gig - just the one mounted on the arm."

The Dutch fan club invited only about twenty of its members to attend the video shoot the next day. They were instructed by a roadie to sit quietly on a chair and not to move or approach the band members. After a few hours, Brian came over and had a chat with them, checking to see if they were enjoying themselves and if they were hungry. He then promptly ordered them some take-out!

A minute of Tie Your Mother Down from this show was later broadcast on the Belgian TV station "RTBF" (x) (x). An audience-shot video allegedly exists as well, containing five songs.

After years of speculation, the existence of more footage from this show was proven when bits of it were included in the promo video for Let Me In Your Heart Again in 2014. About 30 seconds of Somebody To Love (largely crowd shots) were seen. There is, however, no accompanying audio. (x)

The first photo is from the autumn 1984 Queen fan club magazine. Brian is seen with a watchful eye over the proceedings. Tour manager Gerry Stickells and his wife are also in the shot.

Pics 2 through 6 were submitted by Alessio Rizzitelli, and the seventh pic was taken by Dave Matkin.

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