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texas-writes · 1 year

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Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

#dilftaro #jotaro kujo #stone ocean #smut #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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genericswordsmaiden · 8 months

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Movie ended! Here we go with the thoughts™

So, at one point it suddenly turned into an everyone vs everyone (roughly) and oh man, Hunley didn't deserve it. The pacing of this film is as fast and precise as Tom Cruise's running technique. I loved the scene with Ethan and Ilsa in the park, the ost was fantastic and totally set the mood for the difficult situation they're in. Lorne Balfe is an incredible composer, I've been listening to him since the Assassin's Creed III days and I'm so glad he composed the score for the most recent M:I movies (he also scored for Top Gun Maverick so maybe at this point Cruise just likes having him on board haha)

I found one of the scenes at the Palais interesting: when the White Widow says something about how her mother liked paradoxes, she looks Ethan's way when she talks. This actually made me think about the first scene with Max, the arms dealer, in the first movie. She says to Ethan "You're something of a paradox" and he's like "it depends... whether you like a paradox" and - actually, wait. Could it be that Max is the White Widow's mother??? By the way, Vanessa Kirby has beautiful eyes. I'd like to know what brand of mascara they used for her, those lashes were >>>>>>>

One thing I missed in this movie was agent Brandt. I just feel like he would have probably killed Walker after two minutes tho. Out of annoyance. I hope Jeremy Renner will get back to the cast someday.

It was nice to see Julia again, she's such a beautiful soul ;-; and her dialogue with Luther just... ughhh my heart. That man is so sweet, so protective and caring for his friends, I just think everyone should have a Luther in their life.

Benji and Ilsa totally slayed in this, I want more scenes of them together. They protected each other! And Simon got a proper action scene! I wonder how did they shoot the scenes where he's basically almost hanged. It sounds pretty dangerous. Just like Tom hanging to an helicopter (even though, well, Tom is kinda used to dangerous scenes, but I'm guessing - and correct me if I'm wrong - Simon isn't, or at least not to specific kinds of stunts) It was nice seeing him kick and smash a bottle on Lane's head, though - it felt like sweet revenge for what he did to Benji in the previous movie.

Gosh, I'm already thinking about when I'll watch Dead Reckoning tomorrow. Then what? I'll have to wait for a whole year! I truly hope there won't be any extreme cliffhangers. If I recall correctly, Simon said Tom tried to make sure that people wouldn't feel like they watched half a movie when they got out of the cinemas, and I'm trusting those words.

All of this said, this was a great movie. I'm so glad I got into this series and fandom.

#what can i say #the cornetto trilogy to mission impossible pipeline is real #claire liveblogs m:i #mission impossible #mi6 #mission impossible fallout

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chieftyphoonchaos · 1 year

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Why anyway?

Attention: Spoilers "Mission Imbosible Dead Reckonink part One.....

Are you guys really serious about this Christopher McQuarrie and Tom Cruise????Seriues????

Is this the way to point the rising star and top actress Ferguson and her amazing character Ilsa to the exit of the M.I. franschise?😭….Could you really not think of a better farewell for her?

Did Rebecca herself ask to be written out of the franschise ?,since this double episode does not mean the end of the series and thus there are still going to be M.I. movies in the future according to Christopher McQuarrie and Tom Cruise.Now that Ferguson also has other roles to tackle in films and series"Dune" en "Silo"where there will be a second season of it, I can imagine our Swedish beauty being too busy to play the role of Ilsa in M.I. anymore.Or did Rebecca not ask for this at all?

Was your inspiration already running out with her character or do you think with the arrival of Hayley Atwell her Grace that Ilsa's role was played out in the franschise?

Otherwise, from the previous film "Falout," it looked very much like Ilsa was going to join the IMF now that she had surrendered her "license to kill" to MI6 exchanged for a "license to love" for her and Ethan❤️

They completed the story of Ethan's previous great love who was also his wife,Julia Meade-Hunt (Michelle Monaghan) , especially for this purpose and even had her and Ethan separated from each other because they wanted to use the genie that Cruise and Ferguson radiated toward each other toward the next films.Why did you put all that effort back then only to make it all worthless in this film,all that effort for nothing???

So did you guys just suddenly change your mind when Hayley Atwell could join the new film because Christopher McQuarrie had wanted her for years and Tom Cruise and Atwell even had a relationship with each other for a short time.Maybe they thought Atwell was a suitable or better replacement for Ferguson in terms of love interest for Tom's spy?

And what's the point of her death for in the story?To make Ethan suffer or even more motivate to kill Gabriel?As if Ethan wouldn't have had a good reason to want to kill him before that.He killed his first great love Marie in the past(Mariela Garriga) and is a great danger to his friends and lover so her death really made no difference in that?

The James Bond Franschise was heavily criticized precisely because in the earlier 007 films women were killed before to motivate James to take out the villain,which was woman-unfriendly to many now and now M.I. would indulge in these practices as well?

Or are you telling a big lie and Ilsa didn't really die in the movie? At the beginning of the movie, after Ethan came to her aid in the desert, it seemed at first that she was dead, which fortunately she was not, and then Ethan asked her to stay dead to the outside world.After Ethan found out that Gabriel,his old dangerous sadistic enemy was back on the scene,he probably prepared Ilsa for that in order to deceive him since he knew that she might not be able to stand up to him individually and Ilsa put a bag of fake blood in her blouse to make it look like she was mortally wounded and then played it well so Gabriel thought he had killed her?

We didn't really see Ilsa die in her last shot,only wounded or mortally wounded in Ethan's hands and it may be feigned comedy to deceive Gabriel.Or even if he really stabbed her that doesn't mean she died from that,she may also be badly wounded and that's why she and Ethan decided to let the outside world think she is really dead so Ilsa can recover from her wounds secretly and dead to the outside world safely and well.

The character of Pom Klementieff who plays Paris here was also stabbed at the end of the film by Gabriel and was also badly wounded but apparently her character is going to survive because she participates in the sequel,even though I myself thought she was dying, so why not do the same with Ilsa???

We are watching a "Mission Imbosible" movie where great deception occurs several times,so it is certainly not impossible.I'm not 100% convinced that Ilsa is really dead until I've seen the sequel or Christopher McQuarrie and Rebecca themselves officially confirm it, so who knows, maybe they want us to believe that she died so we'll be surprised when she reappears next year in a secret smaller role and for the last time in this franchise.That e.g. James Bond in NTTD had a daughter in the movie 2 years ago,was also a big secret that they managed to keep hidden from most so who knows also that this theory of Ilsa could be true or at least I hope so from my heart.

Because Rebecca Ferguson and her Ilsa Faust deserve a much better ending than this anyway.His and her character have taken the franchise to a much higher levela,her dynamism and acting talent that she exuded was top levela that not many are going to be able to match and with all due respect to Hayley Atwell and Pom Klementieff(especially of Pom I am a fan)but they are never going to reach that levela that Rebecca had!

So McQuarrie and Cruise,rectify this major blunder of this film if you can because for the last time:Ferguson and her Ilsa deserved much better than this brutal murder and I fear even a lot of fans for the future M.I. would drop out otherwise.

And otherwise I'll send her father to you,you can go explain to him what the senario for his daughter in the movie is about

How dare you write such a senario for her Christopher McQuarrie,die, die………!!!!

🤣😂😛

#mission: impossible dead reckoning #mission inpossible 7 #mission imbosible #rebecca ferguson #ilsa faust

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crazykuroneko · 1 year

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My ★★★½ review of Interview with the Vampire on Letterboxd https://boxd.it/4HWSYf

So, it's out, folks. Just FYI, the last time I watched the movie was on HBO probably a decade ago, when I was deep in my vampire phase. Now, when I reviewed it, I tried my best to differentiate POV of a casual viewer and of someone who knows the novel's major plot. That review above is from a casual viewer's eye, but as a fan of the franchise, I'd give it only 3 star, and yes, it's mostly because of the writing.

As I said in that review, the script focusing more on fulfilling plot points did a disservice on the characters, and a lot of them is on Louis.

The script - whether it's the things it doesn't include, or the things that have been changed - makes film Louis a shadow of book Louis. You see him tortured by feeding on humans, but the movie doesn't show you why. They only gave you one short line to Lestat, something "sorry I still care about humanity" or something. It doesn't show that it's tied to his Catholic guilt or something more convincing. And you still have him as a slaver here, that definitely doesn't help people to sympathize with him. It's such that when Armand says "you're beautiful because you reflect your era" etc etc I was taken aback, because the first half doesn't depict his struggle as something beautiful. It makes him looking like a whining student, you're wondering why Lestat putting up with him. And they also took out the unhinged aspect of Louis' personality: e.g. attacking a priest, staying with Armand. When you don't know the book, it does look satisfying how Louis left Armand, but that also cut a lot of what makes Louis Louis imo. Like, a lot of things on Louis' characteristics don't make any sense due to these erasure and changes.

The script does favor Lestat and his actor's a lot. It doesn't show how controlling Lestat could be, while in the book there are moments where Louis and Claudia are really afraid of him. Cruise also got these scenes where he could show his range as an actor (really like his microexpressions when Claudia is about to kill him)

All of these make the NOLA era feels camp, but Paris era is really Gothic. You don't want tone changing like that in your movie 😭

Also I don't really enjoy the male gaze (no wonder straights never thought Loustat are gay here, the boobs misdirected them). The victims are always shot in eroticly, but they really double down when it's a woman (and most of them are women). And that naked woman on the stage scene still upsets me. Yes, I know, that's the point yes. But they could have been more focused on the horror on her face. And this scene also badly stands out because the tone change: if it felt like Gothic horror from the start, I wouldn't have been that surprised.

Anyway, there's an essay could be made on the changes Anne did here and the consequences they have on the characters compared to the changes Rolin and Co have made. But I'll leave it to anyone who's better with words than me hah!

Lastly, let me make a controversial acting ranking:

Tom Cruise - indusputable, the script literally helps him

(Not 2nd, but more like 5th, the gap is that big) Brad Pitt - the script drags him down, he's pretty good in scenes without Cruise

Kristen Dusnt - age handicap would put her above Pitt, but there are lines that I feel too "heavy" for her, and that's definitely not her fault. She has done a great job for someone in her age. Still a queen shit

Christian Slater - his character is so limited but he made it work. he has that banter chemistry with Pitt. But didn't really capture Daniel's out-of-his-mind at the end

Antonio Banderas - if I didn't know this should be The Armand, perhaps he would've been higher, but he's not my Armand, sorry. He's charming, but there's no an inch of seducer in his Armand. His whole plot makes him looking like a loser 😭

#moi.txt #iwtv #interview with the vampire #i don't want to put this in my review #call me biased #but a lot of the changes the show have made #make a lot of things making more sense #especially about loustat's bond to eo

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batri-jopa · 2 years

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I'm digging through my drafts lately so now the time has come to speak about movies that are like milestones for me:

Collateral (2004) dir.Michael Mann

I watched it for the first time in June 2021 and it became my hyperfixation, something I've been obsessed so much that... well, I literally LIVED that movie for about 4 months and I consider it changed my life's goals' perception❤️‍🔥 I've been reading all possible reviews, comments, interpretative theories... I wanted to wrote my own review and interpretation of the film.

(Just for those freaking abt actors: ppl who hate movies with Tom Cruise in it - usually make exception for the Collateral - and if THAT'S not convincing to you I don't know what is!)

Who would have guessed that the story about heartless hitman interacting with that poor random taxi driver has a potential to change a live perspective of a 35 years old person? Vincent is so inhumane I'm not even sure he deserves to be called a "character" (not more than a killer-cyborg probably) and what he says to Max about his attitude toward the world and his life and his dreams is so provocative and cruel but... it's all so freaking true. You are over 30 already and the time to act and to change your life and to fulfill your dreams is NOW! Now or never!

"Someday? Someday my dream will come? One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn't happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life."

Not to mention every next victim feels like another lesson in personal developement of Max (or any viewer sympathising with him), just like those lessons given to Scrooge by ghosts in A Christmas Carol. Yes, there are five of them instead of three but it's like the first case is: "wake up!" - the next: "this happens for Real!" - then "and there's nearly nothing you can do about it..." - and "...but you got to try anyway..." - followed by: "...because it's all about you right from the start!"

(One night you may need to turn your whole life upside down)

And I know some people see the last case as lame, cliche, unbelieveble, predictible or whatever - but jeez, ppl, that's how it works in a theater play! Of course it could have been predicted and so what?! It's the story about Max's character and in my opinion: that when he gets to know about his key role in all this - in a way similar to Bastian in The Neverending Story.

And I dare to say at this point it is not about any "love" or any such thing (here, take my AroAce filter): it's about a dream, that still is to be fulfilled, about a life, that could have been, about the right to be yourself and freedom to choose your way. About an urge to fight for something so important that you simply can't turn away from it anymore. About a need to defend something that feel so close and dear to you like it's your core, like it's yourself - like it was all about your life from the very beggining!

(And what if: maybe it all would never had happened if not for Max symbolic giving away his dream "island"?🤔)

I love how the provocative speech of Vincent to Max and all the uneasy questions he gives to him are meant to get him out of his comfort zone: your job is to take the client from point A to B, never before have you cared what they gonna do there, maybe all of them where going to kill or hurt somebody, so why did you not care about it ever before? Why would you care about it now? What the difference if the bad thing is happening close to you or far away from you? What's the difference if you do or do not know about it? And what actually changed in your case now - anything other than that now you know? In all this you are irrelevant, COLLATERAL, you are only a fucking meaningless, powerless cab driver! Look at you, you're not even the one to decide your own route! And if you decided to only always do your job without the second thought - then why don't you just do your fucking job right now?!

And then it's like: you can run from your problems and avoid hard decisions for just so long - there's literally no more place left to run and hide, and you got to face your greatest fear... To save a life.

Not your life though.

You'll be reminded it's NOT about you. That it's not your business. So you can simply step back and live. Just keep on being nobody, not having anything to say, not having any power over bad things happening around you. You'll be reminded that you're weak and you can keep the safe distance and remain comfortably numb just as you always used to be...

You could remain COLLATERAL

Only would you be able to live with knowing you haven't even tried?

As much as I hate guns IRL - I loved to learn about the "mozambique drill" (some fans probably breaking new record of rewatching "yo, hommies" scene over and over again) and reading other viewers' interpretations of what actually happen in the final shooting... and of why he could not or would not reload... (as a neurologist I'd vote it's bc of his brachial plexus) and finally thinking about the spontaneous act of previously non-spontanous character - winning over cold routine of the one always talking about "adapting to enviroment"... Like Max've won over him by actually learning his lessons!

This movie is filled with symbols and allegories. Starting with the silver gray Vincent: I like to compare him to a heartless cyborg T1000 from Terminator 2: The Judgement Day, or see him as an angel of death, or even - as mirror giving a dark reflection, like an evil alter-ego of the main character! (there's the allusion of policemen that a taxi driver might get rampage and kill ppl around the town - followed by Max's mother asking "Who?" like not noticing Vincent - to the point Max actually "acts" Vincent - all these priceless little hints that Vincent might not even exist in a first place...)

My own favorite interpretation is that Vincent is personification of a coyote - the spirit animal meant to teach you life lessons that are many times very uneasy but really rewarding

(And don't listen to director talking about Vincent, it seems to me that Michael Mann did not himself get any deeper meaning of this guy at all!😑 Like treating his past history seriously? Oh please, have mercy...🙄 Vincent's power derives from the fact he's so perfectly inhumane he barely touches the earth! Or at least he's the perfectly neutral transparent everyman... who's empty of emotions. And you can treat as a symbol of anything you want!😋)

The story takes place in the middle of the night - with the broad streets of the great town being almost empty - and it's such an unusual view it gives an almost dreamlike mood. Perfect time and place for a life-changing story about changing your life.

All in all this story is so brilliant someone definitely should have made a movie about it!

😆

PS. And I love the soundtrack.

#I'm serious about a movie should be made about it #I'd see it as a fantasy road movie with a mission and some magic and with a dragon...#fantasy version Collateral AU😆#collateral #collateral 2004 #michael mann #vincent collateral #max Collateral #(finally no mentioning ATWD!)#(though I could have said I hate guns while loving Collateral just as much as I hate cigarettes while loving ATWD😉)#tom cruise #jamie foxx #digging through my drafts #cinemaniac off the leash #movie recommendation

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horsyunicorn · 1 year

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I would like to thank the writers of mi7 for making Vanessa Kirby and Hayley Atwell's eyes the star of the train scene. incredible to see Vanessa Kirby acting as Hayley Atwell acting as Alanna. Also the acting performances, photography, music, fight scenes, pacing, are all top notch, really amazing.

The trailer btw is perfectly shot and leads you beautifully into the twists of the movie.

Only gripes I have are 1. Tom Cruise doing something weird with his face and/or make-up and direction telling him not to show emotion in the first half of the film (and him having weird hair with not enough product in it) and everyone else being allowed to age from their previous appearances (Ving Rhames and Simon Pegg especially but they actually look good unlike Tom Cruise) 2. the dialogue shots which were all Dutch angles super close up. It was quite bad in a regular cinema screen, I can't imagine how bad it would be for an extra large or even imax. The intensity of the drama was present due to the music and acting so there was no need to zoom up everyone's noses during exposition. 3. the music was beautiful and dark/cool/warm where it needed to be, but it could have benefited from a few quieter moments like MI6. Of course that movie was made to be reflective on the prev five movies, and add a sense of finality to it, but MI7 had almost no downtime (i am still thankful for what we did get) making it exhausting to watch and 4. WHAT THEY DID TO ILSA FAUST. I'm glad of what we did get since the prev films established Hunt needs a super spy for a lover otherwise they're unable to match threats against their life, but they should have just mortally wounded her instead of killing her off entirely. She's Ethan's soulmate and hñnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

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pyreofsunflowers · 2 years

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What I watched this week (3/20-3/26)

Oops, It's late! Anyways hope y'all enjoy.

The Wicker Man (1973, dir. Robin Hardy)

So apart from my obvious bias of being a Neofolk fan watching the Neofolk movie, the Wicker Man fucking rocks. Everything about it is masterfully crafted, from the story to the subtext to the imagery and ESPECIALLY the soundtrack.

I greatly enjoyed the commentary on religion and conservatism, which despite this movies age still manages to hold up some. Christopher Lee is amazing and really carries this movie with his convincing performance.

I don't have a lot to say about the Wicker Man that isn't insane raving about how pretty it is, but I will say that it is not like Midsommar at all outside of aesthetics :-)

5/5

Eyes Wide Shut (1999, dir. Stanley Kubrick)

I loved this one, kinda unsurprisingly. Tom Cruise knocks it out of the park, which is surpring - as I normally hate Tom Cruise. But that aside, this movie is fascinating. It does a really good job at putting you in the shoes of someone truly in over there head - wandering around lost, looking for answers, afraid but yearning for more. It captures all of these emotions well.

I liked what it had to say about the intersection of sex and class, and even more what it had to say about desire - and how desire can both bring people together and apart.

Go watch it, it's so much more than just the haha funny cult movie. In fact, the cult is a relatively small part of the plot for how much people talk about it!

4.5/5

Moonrise Kingdom (2012, dir. Wes Anderson)

As dark, foreboding, and weird my usual aesthetic (and taste) in movies is. I am not immune to a feel-good Wes Anderson movie. Maybe it's the style, maybe it's the melancholy, maybe it's the soundtrack. I'm not really sure, but I love Anderson. Especially when I'm stuck in bed with the flu and can't think, which is when i watched this one!

And surprise surprise. I loved it, as it has all the trappings of every other Anderson film. Solid, unique characters, a fun aesthetic and a story with just the right amount of stakes that despite it's simplicity wraps you up and keeps you enthralled. Is it his best work? no, I don't think so. But it's a ~* Good Fun Movie *~ nonetheless :-)

4/5

Halloween II (1981, dir. Rick Rosenthal)

Meh. Is what i have to say about Halloween II. It was FINE. I feel the same way about it that I do Scream 1. It's decent, it's well made, It has it's fun moments, but it's just nothing more than that. It doesn't have an amazing aesthetic, or extremely well done kills, or out of this world pacing and suspense. It does have the same high quality cinematography and lighting of the original, but that's about it. For movies that take place on the same night, they could not feel more different.

3/5 - put it on in the background while you get high or bang your gf or at a party or whatever.

Gone Girl (2014, dir. David Fincher)

YOU ALL LIED TO ME ABOUT GONE GIRL. ALL OF YOU. AND IM SO HAPPY YOU DID.

Because I hate the essence of Amy's character, and I hate the people who idolize it. This movie. THIS MOVIE IS SO GOOD AT MAKING ME HATE AMY and I love it. Sure, Nick is not a good guy either. I don't like him at all, but dear GOD was I rooting for him more than I've rooted for any other movie main in a while.

If this ever escapes, I will get crucified for this and I do. Not. Care I hated that bitch and watching her downfall over the runtime was amazing and enthralling.

What's even more commendable is that the ending twist manages to still be satisfying despite not ending the way I (or Nick, most likely) would have wanted it to end!

Also shoutout to the score I love you Trent Reznor.

Go watch it it if you haven't, and go watch it again if your a weirdo who thinks its some feminist masterpiece

4.5/5

#Js film diary #cineblr #cinephike #movie review #movies #film #the wicker man #eyes wide shut #stanley kubrick #moonrise kingdom #wes anderson #halloween #micheal myers #gone girl #horror movies

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whumpsimp · 2 years

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I watched Mission impposbles rogue nation

The trailer

I suspect they just killed the previous movies love intrest

I don't know why they keep talking about the irs idk im European

"how do you know we can trust her?!" (woman takes off her shirt)

mmmmmmmoterbike msexy

The Movie

ngl I could write a better script than this

radio silence mmmmmmok

the PLANE HYDRAULICS are ENCRYPTED? O K

tom cruise is just there,,alright

who is ethan

I have consulted.an aeronautical engineer and they called bullshit

apparently you don't even really need hydraulics to take off so it wouldn't.even stop anything

let's. not even talk aboj5 the door

or the parachutes

this man's bones would be like gravel in a blender

"you looking for anything in particular" "something...rare" he's looking for loona Tom cruse isn't participating in the boycott cancel him

I have less.than no idea what a shadow Wilson is

is the vinal going to give him orders

this is like that one episode of a series of unfortunate events with the movie theater

he's been tracking the syndicate? so has half of the Dream smp

I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be INFJ

"we ARE the syndicate"

oh finally the torture has started

OK after a minute of akward straight people tension the torture may Actually be starting!

the bone doctor ....................ok

"they call you the Bone Doctor. the funny thing is-" *blender noises*

"our orders were to break him down slowly" bestie you do that with cat ears and gaslighting not whatever the Cia does

this movie is not good. I was expecting bad but honestly how did this get approved

tome cross 🥺 brunette woman 😏 me 😐

I am third wheeling this movie rn

THERE WASNT EVEN ANY TORTURE

AT ALL

NONE

"the syndicate is real" of course they are Derivakat wrote a whole song about it

OK but actually why did they low-key copy the plot pf a sports anime where the third year's only have this last chance to Win

it hasn't even been 20 minutes I'm giving up

#mission impossible #is bad #sorry not even remotely sorry #commentary #live tweeting #boycott bbc #movie critic

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ally-holmes · 2 years

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Nancy’s Wedding | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.2)

Series Masterlist

Chapter One – Chapter Three.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

Word count: 4612

Nancy's Wedding | Chapter Two.

Steve and Robin's apartment wasn't what Y/N expected. It wasn't much bigger than the one she shared, but it seemed bigger. It had very little furniture, all well placed and with a purpose, everything was clean and spotless. Their bedroom doors were open when they invited her in, and that's why she got a glimpse of their insides. Robin's had its walls filled with different posters, she had a chair with a bunch of clothes piled up on it, and the sheets on her bed were undone; it was as chaotic as her. Steve's, on the other hand, didn't have any decorations on its walls, the bed was perfectly made and the untidiest spot in the place was a little pile of papers on top of his desk. Y/N would have never marked Steve down as a neat guy, but now that she saw it she thought it made sense because he also took very special care of his car.

Robin closed both doors in a quick movement as she kept talking about the building and neighborhood in a rant nobody was paying attention to. Steve took Y/N's coat from her to hang it next to his and picked Robin's from the back of the couch as a habit. Their dynamic was very interesting. As Robin kept buzzing around, offering things, and having ideas, Steve just gestured in silence for Y/N to take a seat and handed her a soda from the kitchen before taking a seat next to her on the couch. Running out of energy, Robin sat on the floor facing the other two.

"Why am I here, Robin?" Y/N cut the other woman before she could start rambling again.

"We need a story and we need for you two to actually know each other in case the others ask something."

"You've seen too many movies," the man sighed, relaxing in his seat with boredom. He was trying to hide his anxiousness, and if Y/N hadn't been paying attention she would've been fooled.

"What kind of story?"

"Well, how did you two meet, for starters."

"Lies will only mess things up. I think the truth a little spiced up is good enough. We met at work when you two came in looking for a job."

Turning towards her, Steve was now visibly paying attention. "And when did we start dating?"

"When was the last time you complained about being single with one of your hometown friends?"

"New year's eve. I think… Yeah, I told Dustin I was upset I didn't have a date to kiss at midnight."

"Nothing after that? Not even for Valentine's day?"

"Nope. I haven't complained to them."

"Lucky them," Robin mumbled under her breath. Steve shot her a killing stare.

"Fine, then we started dating by the end of January. That explained that you haven't complained about being single anymore and the fact that you're willing to take me to a wedding as a formal introduction."

They spent hours talking. Robin threw a few questions at them at the beginning so they started to know each other properly, but she soon became a mere spectator, drifting her eyes from one to the other, pleased with what she'd accomplished. Y/N and Steve talked about their childhoods and their time in high school, their relationship with their parents, and the circumstances that brought them to be in Chicago working at The Silver. It seemed quite superficial, nonetheless. With the heavy talk going away, they discussed movies, TV shows, and music. As might be expected, Steve Harrington was a Top Gun and Lethal Weapon fan, he'd seen every Tom Cruise movie to date too. She was nerdier, she loved science fiction and the kind of adventures that mixed history with myth, like Indiana Jones, for example. A point they had in common was their passion for Steven Spielberg's work. Steve seemed reluctant to admit that he cried with E.T. but Y/N knew just how to press the right buttons to have him confess.

Steve was a huge fan of Magnum P.I. while Y/N was more of The A-Team. They spent forty minutes just arguing about the plot of both shows, counting the pros and cons for each one.

"Okay, fine. Forget about action shows. Golden Girls. That's the best show in the history of television," she stated.

"I haven't seen it."

"Don't lie, Steve! He loves it," Robin made her small intervention.

"Betty White is a treasure. You should be ashamed of not admitting her amazing acting abilities, Harrington."

In their praising of actresses, they ended up confessing how much they both loved Murder She Wrote. When Y/N mentioned the X-Files, Steve started complaining about he knew everything about the show just because his best friend, Dustin Henderson, kept calling him and writing him just to talk about the latest episode that aired. It was so fun to see him all fed up with his friend; Steve talked with the affection of a brother, always complaining about the behavior of his young sibling, but loving him anyway.

With music, Steve was open to new things and wasn't as judgy as Y/N expected; he even liked songs from bands that he didn't enjoy fully and she could understand his position. It was easier to just like songs than bands. Still, he was more of an eighties rock type of guy. He liked Queen, Bowie, Tears for Fears, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, Journey, and The Police mostly, he also knew every Madonna song thanks to Robin's obsession. Y/N also liked some of Steve's favorite bands and that was something they started talking about how sad they were when Steve Perry left Journey in 1987. His voice always fits perfectly with the band! She also liked The Offspring, Metallica, Dio, AC/DC, and as for guilty pleasure: A-Ha. A very intense mix of music tastes.

It wasn't intentional, but the moment she mentioned her music preference, Steve and Robin shared a sad look. They recovered soon and pretended it hadn't been there, so she just ignored it. She decided that her music taste must've remembered them about someone from their past, maybe someone who wasn't there anymore, and she didn't want to push it.

"Are we expected to dance at the wedding, Harrington?" She tried to break the layer of ice that was building between them.

"Sure. I'm a pretty good dancer."

"He's not. He just loves himself too much."

"Well, I can dance even if I'm not good. A slow dance is a different topic. If you want to have a slow dance we'll have to practice or you'll end up with your feet destroyed."

"You don't know how to slow dance? What did you do at the prom dance?"

"I never went to one."

"Really?" Robin sounded shocked.

"Not even middle school."

"You most definitely need to practice," the woman sentenced.

"Cool, now I have homework," Y/N sighed. "By the way, do they know about you in Hawkins?"

Steve and Robin shared a look before staring at her like she had grown another head, "Know what?"

"That you aren't straight." To their silence, she looked up at both of them, "What?"

"How– How do you know?" Robin was very pale.

"Don't look so scared, Jesus! I don't think people at work know, I just pay attention. The moment you see a woman you like, lo ogle her just like Steve does."

"You've known since the beginning?" The other woman was having trouble processing the information. Steve had tensed when the conversation started, but the moment Y/N proved that she didn't mean any harm he had relaxed picking some chips from a bowl.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"And you still change next to me in the locker room?"

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N stared right into Robin's soul. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." Robin, on the floor, hugged her knees against her chest hiding her face.

"To think that just a few days ago you were claiming to be too old…" Y/N came down from the couch to the floor, kneeling next to Robin she hugged her. "Come on, Buckley, you certainly didn't expect me to hunt you down, did you? We've met for three years!"

As Robin let her emotions overflow her, Steve explained that in general terms the town didn't know about Robin, but their closest friends did. Therefore, at the wedding, there would be people that know and people that don't know.

Steve offered to drive her home. They had spent a lot of time talking and planning their sham for the wedding and Steve felt the duty of compensating for her time investment somehow. However, she declined the offer as she had the feeling that it would push her luck. She'd had a great time with them and for the first time, she really thought they were just friends hanging out. She almost forgot that it was all fake.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you make it very hard for people to do good things for you, you know? Fine! I won't drive you, but I'm walking you to the subway stop."

Proving that was his final word, Steve put on his coat and got out of the apartment. Y/N followed. She wasn't accustomed to being treated kindly without a hidden aim. Spencer and Dewey and Doctor Ross were the only ones who had done it and she never knew how to respond. Steve was trying, apparently, but he also wanted her to pretend to be dating him for his ex-girlfriend's wedding so…

"Why are you doing this, Steve?"

"Doing what?"

"Offering me rides and walking me to the train station."

He gave her a weird look frowning.

"I'm just confused. In these three years, you and I hadn't really bonded. We work in silence, mostly, and when we talk we banter."

"You don't think we're friends," it was a statement more than a question, but the tone was skeptical.

"Are we? Don't get me wrong, it's just that my knowledge about friendship came from the movies."

"I got my first real best friend when I was eighteen and he was thirteen. I'm in no place to judge you, but I've been trying to befriend you. Robin too. And sometimes it looks like we're building something, then you close yourself."

"Hmm… Yeah, Denny points that out a lot. I'm sorry, I don't do it on purpose."

He dismissed her apology with a gesture, "Who's Denny?"

"My roommate."

"Since when?"

"Since the beginning. Did you think I could afford an apartment by myself?"

"No… No. It's just that you never mentioned him. That's all."

"Her."

"What?"

"Denny as in short for Denise. She works at a record store. We barely see each other. Best roommate ever."

"You're weird."

"Still you don't say it as if it's a bad thing, you say it as a compliment."

"Because it is one."

"Liar."

She pushed him with her body. Laughing, he pushed her back softly. After a beat of silence, Steve complained about the weather and their conversation became empty of depth but full of intentions. They were building something, and now she knew it was meant to be built. Steve waited until she used the subway token to get inside the platform, and although she couldn't see him, he waited until the train arrived.

The band was still giving it all on stage, some punk rock from the new era with a woman with her short white-blond hair in spikes as the frontwoman. It was good, and Y/N bounced her head to the rhythm as she dried the last glass in her hands.

It was busy at The Silver when the most regular customer of all walked his way to his favorite stool with a friend right behind him. They had to push and fight their way between already drunk people, they even had to make people who were already on the stools.

"You're here early, Doctor Ross," she smiled politely.

"I'm treating a friend here. Mark, this is my guardian angel, Y/N."

"We've met before. How's your wrist?" Doctor Greene offered his hand, so Y/N gave him hers and he moved it, flexing it. "Healed well."

"I certainly hope so. What can I offer you, doctors?"

"I want a Flowery Miracle. Mark would take a Silver Sin." Ross' smile showed mischief.

"What the hell is a Silver Sin?"

"One of our best cocktails, Doctor Greene. Kind of sweet," she explained as she started to mix their drinks. "How's Carol doing?"

"She's at home now. Don't know much more. Hey, did I tell you about our new med students?" His change of topic was revealing.

Greene locked eyes with her and shook his head. As far as she knew, he was Ross' best friend and had the patience of a saint, as Ross had told her.

"What about the students?"

"They're third-year students and they think they know it all, but there's this particular student that's driving us crazy."

"He's not that bad. He has potential."

"Has he?" She half listened, still working on their drinks.

"Well, he's Benton's student. He wants to be a surgeon, you see, and for doing that he must be soulless."

"You just want him on your ER team, Mark."

"He's good with patients. He still has a lot to learn but he has potential."

"He's also cute. Thank you," Ross smiled when she gave him a long glass with a neon yellow drink and a straw.

"Oh, yeah. Very cute." Greene nodded to her, eying weirdly the grayish, sparkling drink in his voluptuous glass. "John Carter is the new toy for the nurses. Until now Dough was the most handsome doctor at the ER. Although I disagreed on the matter. Now is Carter."

"How cute is he?"

"I think you would like him. He's cute and he knows it. Carter always looks up; he lowers his head so he can look up through his eyelashes with his brown puppy eyes. He even wears suspenders!" Ross complained.

"Oh! Oh, this is good. Very good." Greene complimented the drink.

As she moved to serve other customers she found Steve looking at her; she winked at him. The night ran before them, Ross asked for some scotch for him after his cocktail but pushed Greene to try a different one. She overheard parts of their conversations and they asked her opinion on stupid subjects as the alcohol was working its magic. Mark Greene was leaning his head on the counter, his hands playing with a straw as he mumbled about how his wife kept pushing on the matter of him changing the ER for private practice. Ross wasn't even listening to him now, looking at a woman on the other side of the counter that wasn't paying attention to him.

"Should I call you a cab, Doctor Ross?"

The older man blinked several times in an effort to focus his eyesight, he smiled on a thin line deepening his chin against his neck. "Yeah. Yeah… That'll be good, kid."

"Same taxi for both of you?"

"Sure. I have to take care of this big baby over here."

"No. No. I have– I have to go home. Jen– Jen's going to be pissed. I– I'm really drunk." He laughed so hard he fell from his stool. Ross tried to help him up, falling too.

"Don't be ridiculous. She went to her parents' house, remember? With Rachel, for the weekend."

"Oh… Oh! That's true! That's so very true! You're a terrible friend. You got me drunk!!"

"Only a little bit."

The rest of the night went by with its usual flow. A couple of drunk boys tried to have her number, although they were too drunk to see her clearly. A group of secretaries that had Sunday free approached Steve after having ogled him for hours from one of the booths; he talked politely to them, showing his charm without really flirting.

The clock struck six o'clock and the place was empty. The waiters were already mopping the dancing floor and Steve and Y/N were finishing the bar. Robin got out of the kitchen dragging her feet as if they weighed a few tons each.

"I. Am. Exhausted." She groaned.

"You look like shit." To Steve's statement, Robin flipped him the bird. He returned the gesture with a smile.

"We still have half an hour to close up. What's wrong with you, people?"

"Mickey, we might start to think of closing sooner."

"Listen to him," Y/N claimed, pointing at Dewey. Spencer gave her a stern look. "Sorry, Mr. Spencer."

"Why do you just call us mister when you want to mock us? I'm getting old with these workers, Vincent."

Y/N shared a complicit smile with Dewey.

Spencer went behind the bar counter to look for the tip jar and do the equal piles, but he was so tired that he decided he wanted a glass of water first. He took one of the recently dried squared glasses, put it under the faucet, and filled it. The moment he was about to drink, his hand shook and contracted against his will breaking the glass in his hand. As he cursed, Steve approached to help him.

"Get away!" Spencer and Dewey yelled at the same time.

Y/N gave Spencer a rag, "I'll take of this. Go clean it up."

"Be careful," the owner pleaded.

Steve didn't understand why his boss was fine accepting her help, but not his. She crouched under the counter, took out a box of latex gloves, and put on two in each hand before picking up the glasses pieces that rested on the floor and sink.

"I– What's wrong?" He looked confused at Y/N and Dewey.

She knew the answer, of course she knew, but she would never tell a secret that was not hers.

"Michael is seropositive," the old man explained. "The last tests showed up that his transmissivity of the virus had decreased, but we still need to be careful. I know this is kind of too much. There's no way you'll get infected by touching someone else's blood unless you had an open wound, but…" Shrugging, Dewey faced Steve for the first time. "Better be safe than sorry."

"I have this under control, boss, you can go with him." To Y/N's proposal, Dewey nodded and left.

She was scrubbing the blood with bleach with the same sentiment as someone who had just committed a crime and wanted to destroy the evidence. Steve waited for her to get up again before talking.

"I– I don't understand."

Taking the gloves off, she gave him a skeptical look. "They've been together since the seventies. Together, together. Spencer and Dewey. They have a business together and they share a house, not an apartment, a house. Did you really not connect the dots, Harrington?"

"In his defense, I didn't do it either," Robin confessed under her breath.

"Well, yeah. They took me in when I was homeless at seventeen. I lived at their house until I was twenty-one, really. We found out about Spencer's five years ago. If I'm telling you this is only because Dewey agreed; if you want details, ask them."

Making a beeline to the office, Y/N left Steve and Robin to their thoughts. Spencer was seated in his chair as Dewey took care of the thin cuts on his hands wondering out loud if they should go to the hospital or not. She informed them that everything was clean and that Buckley and Harrington might have questions before disappearing.

Robin and Steve were sharing a whispered conversation with the counter between them.

"Hey, Harrington! The washrooms aren't going to clean themselves. Come on, you take one and I take the other."

In less than fifteen minutes the ladies' restroom was spotless, its walls and floors so clean that they reflected the light, and the mirrors were free from finger marks, dried water spots, and lipstick. Why use lipstick on the mirror? She'll never know. The place had a particular clean smell, a mix of cleaning products and bleach. Usually, it would have taken her a little more time, now, however, she had used the spike of adrenaline that the broken glass gave her to finish the five stalls, five sinks, five mirrors, doors, walls, and floors in less time. Thank God Steve was doing the other restroom, her adrenaline spike had left her and she could barely keep her eyes open with exhaustion.

Robin had been waiting outside and gave her a tired but anxious smile.

"You done? As we have tonight and tomorrow night off, I thought that maybe we could do the slow dance thing. What do you say?"

"I say I want to go home and sleep, Buckley." She led the path towards the locker room, closely followed by Robin.

"Steve will drive you home, and he will pick you up this afternoon. Just after lunch. We can have kind of a sleepover at our place!"

"Aren't we too old for sleepovers?"

"How many sleepovers did you have as a child? See? None. I had two before meeting all the gang. You can sleep in Steve's bed, he'll sleep on the couch."

"Now that seems just mean."

"He offered. Come on, say yes. Please. Please. Please!"

She sighed leaning her forehead against the cold material of her locker's door, "When I was little I wanted a dog. I've been trying to convince Denny of adopting one. Since I've met you I have that experience covered."

"Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?"

"A statement."

Just as Robin had told her, Steve Harrington was waiting outside her apartment building at three o'clock in the afternoon. He was leaning against his car side, legs crossed by the ankles, arms crossed across his chest, his hair allowing a perfect lock of hair to fall down to his forehead, and sunglasses. Damn, he was hot! He looked like the main character in a romantic movie from the eighties and there was no way he didn't know it. She loved it. She was screwed.

With her approach, he closed the distance offering his hand to take her duffel bag and put it in the backseat while he explained that he had done some grocery shopping for the sleepover and the bags filled the car trunk. His movements were smooth and clean, so calculated that he didn't leave room for her to open the passenger seat door to get inside, he was the one who opened it instead. Steve gave her his most shiny smile, pleased with her efforts for not smiling herself, pursing her lips, and biting the inside of her cheeks. She wasn't subtle.

The car ride was filled with Steve talking about how Robin had insisted on renting some tapes at the video store, which led to how he worked at a video store with Robin in Hawkins called Family Video.

"I honestly had no clue of movies and the manager was Keith. We belonged to different species in school, you know, he was the nerdy type and kind of creepy too, if I'm honest. He worked at the Arcade for some time and he never told us why he changed to Family Video now that I think about it, but there I go, with a poor resume basically begging him to take me in. Robin helped me get the job, I owed her. Keith's like this movie freak that wants you to know all the little details and remember all the names… Dude, I just watch a movie to enjoy it not to analyze it."

"And to make out with your date."

He gave her an offended look, she tilted her head to the side so he sighed nodding. "Yeah, that too. My point is that my only working experience was at an ice cream shop at the new mall of Hawkins, and that fucking mall blew up in July. I had nothing, and Keith was asking me about my favorite movies. I told him about the Star Wars movies."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What? Do I not look like someone who would enjoy some space battles?"

"You watched them with that friend of yours, Dustin, didn't you?"

"You're a demon and I hate you."

"That's a yes."

"Yes. It is, in fact, a yes. The movies were good, and I liked them. Dustin and I even had a secret handshake, you know? Pretending to be using the lightswords and all." He sounded very pleased with himself.

"Lightsabers."

"Whatever. Do you know what Keith asked me?"

"What?"

"To name the movie. I didn't fucking know they had different names!" And just with that, Y/N was laughing so hard tears were falling from her eyes. Steve enjoyed it, discovering there that it was the very first time that he had seen her laugh so truly. He did that. "I told him I liked the one with the teddy bears better."

"You did not!!"

"He wasn't going to give me the job. I assure you that even if I had had the same knowledge that him, he would still refuse. The guy hated my guts, man."

"Because you were popular in school and he was not?"

"Precisely. Also, the fact that I was an asshole in school didn't help my case."

"You were? I mean, I guess that it's just something that goes hand to hand, popularity and idiocy."

"In my defense, I'll say I was young, stupid, and had terrible friends. Although I doubt we can call them that. Robin would be pleased to explain my assholery behavior."

"Were you the kind of guy to mess with others?"

"Hell no. No. I didn't make fun of people but I didn't stop Tommy and Carol. And there's one time in which I broke Jonathan's camera. Bad time."

"Oh, my God! Did you bully the soon-to-be husband of your ex-girlfriend? Dude!"

"I know…"

"Dude!!"

He couldn't help but laugh with her. A comfortable silence settled between them afterward.

"So, what did Robin tell Keith for him to change his mind?" She reoriented the topic.

"That if he hired me, hot girls would come inside the store at all times."

"Big promise."

"I'm charming."

"You know, there's one thing that really fascinates me about you."

"Only one? Ouch."

"You're handsome. You're cute, you have the looks and the charm, and you know how to use it. You know the tools you have at your disposal. However, with some women, you use them perfectly and with most of them you just–" she snapped her fingers. "Man, I don't know how to explain it, but it's like you're all suddenly shy and awkward, and like you have zero confidence and, although it's very cute, it's also like watching a car crash."

Steve nodded as if he was considering her words. "That might be because I really have zero confidence," he confessed with a sad smile. "I don't do rejection well, and it's all I know which is ironic. Let me tell you, though, that all I'm going to remember of what you just said is that you think I'm cute."

"I don't."

"Yeah, you do. You said I'm cute, twice."

"That doesn't mean I think you are."

"But you do."

"I do not."

"It's alright, kid, I know I'm cute."

"Bite me!"

"Only if you ask nicely."

The fact that he gave her the same comeback she had given him before only made her want to smile more. Fucking Steve Harrington!

To be continued…

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Pomegranate (Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x f! reader)

Summary: Will Miller liked your pomegranate shampoo, and that was the only thing he said for a very long time.

Word count: 4.9k (I know, take your time because there’s a lot going on here)

Warnings: Bad words, mentions of death, violence, blood, mentions of military service, angst, smut, unprotected p in v sex, shower sex, vaginal fingering and licit drugs. Placed before and after the events of the movie. If I forgot somenthing, let me know!

Author’s Note: I don’t know what happened. It stayed on my Google Docs for days and I just finished in one night. Will Miller deserves good things too; he’s my good boy.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Sometimes you would remember specific things. Moments, like fragments of a lifetime ago, when nothing was so fucked up. It made you go well in your career, like Tom Cruise character in Top Gun and shit - having a natural talent for what you did. People even called you Mav, just for the fun of it.

You could recite very clearly your last mission as a military pilot, with the name on the government payroll and all. The messy shit. The unbearable decision to stop because you’ve seen enough. On that day, you saw Santiago Garcia, and of course you could remember the taps he gave in your shoulder.

His crew was there too, it was some support mission to Delta Force and going back to that damn base in the middle of the African desert was a relief. Francisco said he could do the work when he saw the blood in your uniform; Tom asked how it goes; Benny, God bless him, made an effort to check on you for so long that you yelled.

“That’s not my fucking blood, Benjamin!”

And usually you were good at compartmentalizing your feelings, as it should, but your hands were shaking and your mind was spinning.

Ironhead watched you at a distance, later that day when they made you sit on a stretcher because your body was full of adrenaline enough to not feel a cut on your leg. He was standing in the middle of the base, listening to Redfly talking about something. You were looking down, but you felt the stare and the two of you looked at each other like that, between dust and a tent, saying things without words.

That day, you both didn’t talk until it felt appropriate - not that your thing was a secret, but no one ever commented on it, mostly because Will was too imprudent back then to care. Still, he waited until you all got back to the base in Djibouti, when the reports had been made and the superiors heard about the complicated situation which almost killed you.

The news of your departure was discreet; Benny knew first, after all, he already recognized his intentions before the mission in Africa. So it would be a matter of time before Will heard about it, which sparked a meeting.

“When were you going to tell me?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice in the silence of the bathroom. He was standing in the doorway with a stern expression, not minding your nudity or the fact that you’re taking a well deserved shower. Well, that was something they'd both gotten over anyway.

“Tell you what?” The question made him scoff, a incredulous smile accompanying the irritated expression he had.

His silence made you stare at the wall in front of you with too many thoughts in your head. That… difficult feelings bubbling in full swing, the idea of a confrontation that you tried to bury as much as you could right there, in front of you, simply… happening.

“Are you mad?”

“That depends.” Will started to walk in your direction. “I should?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Why.”

“Because you keep pressing me, Will, you…” When you turned around, he was already close enough to tower over your body, not caring for the shower wetting his clothes. “You keep making me feel stupid, asking questions when you should be the one giving me the answers.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Going back to that moment now, you were pretty sure that this memory stayed vividly in your mind because he was such an attractive man. The moonlight coming from the small windows batted on his face carefully, bringing out all the beautiful details of his expression and the blue eyes he had.

Huh, what a wonderful moment.

It was the peak of what you felt for him, because you should be mad at him, just as he should be at you, but the proximity made all of this not necessary.

“Are you using that shampoo?” He asked with a murmur, his fingers already brushing your damp hair and making you shiver.

“Pomegranate, yeah.”

“Such a spoiled girl…”

“Don’t change the subject, Miller.”

“You’re naked in front of me, I can’t help it.”

“It was your decision.” You turned your face away from his attempt to kiss you. “Unless you want to give me a goodbye, because then I’ll suggest you to wait considering my leg…”

To hell the shower, especially when he leaned in to connect your lips in a heated kiss, pressing his fingers firmly into the skin of your waist. Even in the greatest brutality of his personality, for the first time in months, he manhandled you with care to lean your body against the wall, using all the eagerness of his intentions to invade your mouth with his tongue.

“Thinking you would go away like that? Mm?” He pressed his clothed crotch in your body, which made you moan lowly. “Thinking you would… leave without feeling me stretching this tight cunt of yours senseless?”

“Will…”

“You want your answers, yeah? I’ll give it to you.”

Will was huge - oh boy, he was. Even in his intense lust mood, he took care to prepare you for him, fingering your pussy enough to put you on the edge for receiving the best part. The first thrust made you gasp, and he used this vulnerability to hold your chin to look straight at him.

“I don’t want you to leave… I… I want you with me. Here, in another fucking whole in the middle of nowhere… With me.”

He didn’t move, passing his hand gently on your injured leg while holding the other to fix himself in you, closing his eyes for a moment, as if taking you in with deep breaths.

“Then go with me. Let’s do it together.” You caressed the back of his head. “I want to be with you too.”

“Yeah, I know. Your eyes can’t lie to me, not anymore, not when I…”

Whatever he wanted to say, it never came, and maybe it hurted more than if he used the words precisely. That night, you both fucked with small pants, grunts and moans, feeling each other without the necessity of talking too much.

At the end, Will’s decision to stay wasn’t announced, but he didn’t ask why you wouldn’t tell him your personal reasons either. Sounded fair. When you cried on his shoulder with his seed leaking on your thighs, he just held you close to him, the tears dissipating in the water.

Already in the car which would take you to the airport, Benny was the one hugging you, saying to keep in touch, giving small advice to heal your leg. He didn’t mention his brother, you also didn’t ask, so you understood that Will would be a distant memory for your new life - an eventual reminder of the good parts of enlisting in the first place.

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Tom dying caught you by surprise, as if it just didn’t make sense considering the circumstances. Not that you both had an amazing relationship, per se, but still… It’s not something you want for someone, principally if this said person stayed out of this type of shit for so long.

You’ve heard about it in Panama, during a two-week mission, you could remember that too. Tania, a fellow friend who offered the job, ended up doing the difficult task of going back to the States and giving condolences. She told you later that Benny understood your absence, but Will asked if you’re okay.

“And how is he?”

Tania shrugged, puffing cigarette smoke from her lungs.

“Worried.” She looked at you then. “Maybe he’s not ready to lose another dear friend.”

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There weren’t many schools in Miami which offered Portuguese lessons, at least not with such a specific target, but it happened because your mother was a teacher there, so the transition looked easy. If she put her efforts to guarantee you would stay still in Florida, you couldn’t tell, but there was a spark in her eyes when the principal of a technical school offered a class for periodic classes.

His name was Roy - you wouldn’t forget him mentioning a Die Hard line during your interview.

When Tania called later, three days after you arriving definitely on your new apartment in Sunny Isles and asking why she found a “For Sale” in your house at Kingston, you sighed, abandoning that new chair from IKEA to talk in privacy; in other words, away from your mother comments about her.

“I’m in Florida now.”

“What? Florida? Why didn't you tell me?”

“I did, Tania, three months ago. And I’ve been repeating it since then.”

She gave a little ‘huh’.

“I need to stop drinking.”

“Agreed.”

The conversation was easy, even if it was fast and determined, because you needed to repeat all of the other things you’ve already said time and time again. In the end, the idea settled for real in her mind.

“Just don’t go work with Pope, yeah? He would call me just for the fun of it.”

“I’m out for good, Tania. This… I can’t do it. That’s why I left the Army in the first place, so.”

“No, no, you’re totally right and I’m happy for you.” She paused. “Listen, if you ever find Santiago or one of his guys…”

“Okay, no work with them.”

“Good to know you’re listening to me.”

When your mother asked later if you would see them again, you frowned at her.

“You listened?”

“Your friend isn't that subtle about the tone of her voice.”

“... I see.” You bit a piece of bread, but didn’t answer her first question right away because this idea never occured to you. “But no.”

“Why not?”

“Because now that Tania knows, it will be a question of time, so… I just need to wait.”

It happened. Took Santiago two weeks to probably call Tania for another one of their agreements about a job, and maybe one of them did enough research to find the school you’ve been working at.

“Let's recap the inflection part of the articles, shall we?” You put both hands on your pockets, standing in front of the class with nothing more than ten adult students. “In Portuguese, they precede a noun, being variable in gender and in number. It also…”

He entered discreetly, grinning while looking at you and grabbing your full attention for a few seconds - when the students turned their heads for him too, you got back to the explanation. Even sitting on the corner, you still could see the guy with your peripheral vision the whole time.

“You’re pretty good at it.” He got closer when the class left, just the sound of your fingers organizing the papers on the table.

“Yes.” You raised your head to take him in. “And you’re older.”

“Some people would take it as a compliment.”

“I’m sure you took it as one.” Going back to the papers, you saw that he didn’t push a chair or tried to get any more comfortable there. “What are you doing here? Never thought about you being a bible seller or something.”

“Says the one wearing blouses and tailored pants.”

The sigh you left made him grin more vividly and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at it.

“Tania made me promise to not work with you.”

“I know, that’s not why I’m here.” You frowned at it, which made him pinch the bridge of his nose and look to the side. “Coffee?”

You considered the proposition with narrowed eyes.

“It’s on you.”

He didn’t even touch his cup while explaining his reasons - that he was literally just passing by when he remembered the place you’ve been working and wanted to talk. Not about the job, you noticed, because his topics were light like two friends catching up on the news.

When you told about your nomad life, he raised his eyebrows.

“Three months in Guatemala, six in a bungalow closer to Puntarenas, another five at a small apartment in Brazil and a year in Jamaica… That’s a lot.”

“Enough, at least. Everyone needs to stop someday.”

Pope decided to not answer that, so you sipped on your coffee and looked through the window.

“First it was my father, you know? He got sick and I needed to leave to take care of him. Took me almost five years to keep everything established for my mother, at least to be able to do this.”

“Tania can be kinda tough with her jobs.” He said in a condescending tone.

“Well, at least now I can have my own bedroom. Looks like I’m a grown up now, huh? My therapist would be so proud.”

“Are you going anymore?” The question made you shrug while grabbing a small cookie from the plate in front of you both.

“Now and then. Got better with time, so…” You didn’t elaborate. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you look relaxed. Stopping for a talk with a friend and all, just a good therapist could do that.”

Santiago smiled again, this time more aware of his exposition - at least enough to play with the tablecloth to consider your question. Odd.

“... After Tom, I tried to keep it low. It’s always easy but as you said, it’s getting better.” You wanted to say you’re sorry, give some positive advice, but deep down you knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it. “But guess what, Miller referred me to a great professional, if you need.”

“Benny can be friends with everyone, right?”

“No, not Benny. Ironhead.”

For some reason, you got quiet, the cup which was close to your mouth now hiding your pursed lips. Ironhead… Being a help hand really sounded like him. Maybe he was with another hairstyle? Maybe…

“He’s good, you know.”

“What?” You blinked at Santiago, who just scoffed.

“Will.”

“Mm.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“... No.”

“You should.”

“Santiago…”

“No, no, I’m just being honest, okay? Talking as a friend.” He sipped his coffee. “I told him you’re here in Florida.”

“You did.”

“Mm-hm.” Another grin, this time more malicious. “And he’s single.”

“Oh, right, fine. Good to know.” The sarcastic tone of your voice was perceptible.

“No pressure, Mav. But take a look at you now, yeah? Things are different. You two are different. And don’t mind me saying but… You didn’t age a year.”

“God…”

“I’m serious! Listen, Benny will have a fight on Saturday, go watch or - no, we can drink something. All of us, beers, talk about life… Like the old times. The good part.”

“The good part…” You smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

“So it’s a ‘yes’”.

“It’s a maybe.”

“Better than nothing, then. I’ll pass the address and the time.”

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It was a bad idea.

No, it was a terrible one.

You looked at yourself in the reflection of a car window, taking in the jeans shorts and shirt. Maybe these sneakers made it worse.

The sound of a group of people stumbling out of the bar startled you; enough to make you take a deep breath and go on anyway. It’s not that bad, right? It’s the guys, people who saw the worst and the best side-by-side, friends from work…

“Maverick!”

Benny opened his arms, involving your body in a bear hug before you could have a chance to be aware of your surroundings, and it made you smile in surprise and happiness.

“Tell me you won at least, would you?”

“With difficulty.” Francisco’ voice made you look behind Benny, just to find the man pursing his lips.

“Okay, he almost got me, but I’m alright now.”

“Maybe work on your left side, looks like it’s still your weakness.” You raised a hand to grab his chin, taking a good look at a cut on his eyebrow.

“And looks like you’re still being a pain in the ass.” He teased, pinching your arm lightly.

“I’ll always be, Miller, never forget.”

Just like Santiago, everyone was older, but aging like fucking fine wine. And not even a year passed during the small talk you all had, as if nothing never happened at all.

But of course, someone was missing.

“Will is in the restroom.” Benny said nonchalantly, bumping his shoulder on yours in a playful act. “Maybe chickening out by seeing his old crush.”

“Benny!” Fish was the one to complain.

“Am I lying? Pope said we would…”

“What would we do?”

Of course he wouldn’t look the same - of course he needed to look better.

Firstly, Will stayed with a frown on his face, looking directly to his brother to know what was the fuss about, but then he turned his head to you and got completely serious. Santiago nudged Francisco with his elbow. Benny sipped on his beer with a proud smile. You… You just stared back at Will.

The beard was new, at least from what you remembered, but it wasn’t bad because the Millers would be attractive anyway.

“Hi.” You said to break the ice, and he blinked a few times before clearing his throat.

“Hey, Mav… I… It’s been a long time.”

“We invited her for some good old drinks with friends, after all our Maverick is back to stay.” Pope mentioned, making Will turn to him with a frown. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah you did.”

A heavy silence hovered in the air, which made you understand that not everyone was aware of that encounter.

“What do you drink, Mav? The same?” Benny raised from his seat beside you, a hand on your shoulder to distract your evident embarrassment.

“... You remember?”

“Landing in Cuba with an airlift in Missouri. Of course I remember.”

He left in time for Will to take his place in front of you, obviously uncomfortable.

“What is this thing? Cuba and Missouri?” Fish tried to break the ice again, leaning on the table with curiosity.

“Yes, we used to do this a long time ago. Cuba is for cuba libre, the first drink of the night, and Missouri is Budweiser, the last drink.”

“Sounds creative.”

“It’s a way to keep good memories.”

Benny would tell later that Santiago planned all of that without telling Will and maybe it was the reason why he stayed so quiet during the first half of the conversation, now and then nodding at something they would say, just to share a look with you. His fingers were fumbling with his beer bottle; when you noticed that, a sense of comfort made you understand the situation better.

Will was nervous.

Go play pool, you sent to Santiago by text.

What?

Just do it.

You thought for a beat before explaining more.

He’s nervous.

Santi raised his head from the cell phone just to confirm what you’re saying, so when Fish mentioned something about grabbing another round and Benny accompanying Pope on a game, you sighed in relief.

“Sorry for this.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. “I would be mad if someone did that to me.”

“What? No, I’m not mad, just… Maybe I've thought too much about it and they got tired. Sorry.”

Always the cute one, you thought, smiling at him and getting the man to do the same for the first time since your arrival. What a good view.

“Pope told me you’re a teacher now.”

“Teacher is a strong word, I’m just with some extra Portuguese classes for adults, since I can't teach without a license.”

“Looks like a teacher to me.”

“Depends.” You shrugged. “The part about putting students in timeout doesn't exist, which is pretty annoying.”

Will could shine so bright with his laugh, it usually changed his whole face naturally, bringing a new side of him you couldn’t see much in the function of your job. Weird. That made you frown. You didn’t remember the last time you cared about making someone laugh.

“What?” He asked.

“What?”

“You’re overthinking.”

“... I’m not.”

“You always do that thing when you’re overthinking.”

“What thing?”

“This… frown you had on your face, right here.” Will pointed at his own forehead, doing invisible circles in the air with his finger. “And sometimes you bite your lip.”

Goddammit, is that right?

“See? Again.”

When the tip of that same finger touched your glabella, the giggle which left your mouth would be pretty embarrassing if one of the guys was still there; and the stare he gave to your hand when you grabbed his wrist too. To say your cheeks were hot with that was a statement, for sure.

You let his arm go, but he eventually brushed his fingers on yours before fully retrieving the hand.

“It’s good to see you again. After all this time, things were messing up… Feels amazing to find a familiar face.”

“Benny would be offended by it.”

“I don’t think so. He knows he’s not you.”

Being really honest, one of the biggest problems you’ve had with Will was how he never said anything. You fell for him, that’s for sure, but when it started to have a weight on your shoulders, plus with the shit happening with your father, you stopped wondering if he ever had this same connection. It was a constant war, after all, and you were young to not ask too many questions back then.

The death of your father was the confirmation you needed; the card the "Miller family" sent you after that just added one last shovel of dirt to that fleeting relationship; his engagement… Well, it was obvious that the best thing you should do was forget.

But then Will was there again, giving you the puppy eyes, showing the golden strands of his soft hair and the warmth, already forgotten in some part of your good memory, came back, as if a second round with an explicit sign of affection.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, already draining the last of your beer.

He just smiled at it, already getting up from the table. When you both got closer to the bar counter to pay for your drinks (with him paying yours with a lot of insistence), you could see Benny giving you both a thumbs up, but it didn’t last long because Will held your hand on that moment.

“Think we need to say something to them?”

“It can wait.”

“Wait what?”

“Us.”

No, the ride back to your house wasn’t a blur, he made sure of it. You both got in his car calmly, with all the time in the world, choosing a good radio station because Benny stole his pendrive with good music.

“Radiohead are not that good.” You teased while passing the stations.

“This is the moment you apologize.”

“Sorry to disappoint, Captain, but that’s not gonna happen.”

“God, it explains why Benny likes you so much.”

Everything passed by in slow motion; the streets, the lights, the beach, like all the stolen moments you’ve had together conditioned in a period of peace, just the discreet sound of Fleetwood Mac and the breeze filling the space. It was something you craved once - something you confessed after dinner on the base, drinking soda and listening to the sounds of that calm night.

“It’s a good place.”

“Please, don’t say that.” You said, already taking off your shoes by the door.

“Why not? It is.”

“That sofa has a giant stain of something very dubious and so I asked the estate agent what it was and he…”

Will kissed you softly, a hand bringing you closer by the small of your back while the other stayed on the side of your neck. He didn’t try to deepen it right away, just moving his lips in sync with yours to really taste you slowly. When you both separated for air, your hands were holding his chest.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

“Will you keep saying that all night?”

“As many times as necessary.”

You raised a hand, touching his face and watching the way he closed his eyes at the sensation.

“Make love to me, Will.” The whisper made him open his eyes. “Show me what we missed all this time, what we never had the opportunity to do.”

The next kiss was more fierce, full of passion but controlled by a singular moment of bliss. His tongue cautiously invaded your mouth, massaging, taking everything he could as a starved man. You closed your eyes with a sigh when he started to trail kisses on your neck, leaving small love bites on your chin and throat while holding you firmly against him.

“Bed.” With the pleading warning, he just nodded and used both arms to raise you from your feet, his fingers buried on the meat of your tights to make you hold him between your legs.

A small gasp escaped you.

“To the right, first door.”

Being so busy with the kisses you started to put on his neck, you just felt the mattress on your back when Will distanced himself to take his shirt off, and you needed to lean on your elbows to see that small show before making an effort to do the same.

“Look at you, baby… Remember when I used to mark these perfect titties of yours? Always so… delicious.” He leaned in enough to grab handfuls of them, massaging your hardened nipples over your lacy bra.

You moaned, pulling him by the belt to stay fully laid on top of you and this time, your kiss had nothing to do with decent feelings. It was sloppy, a lot of hands taking pieces of clothes off and mapping each other’s bodies. He wandered on the valley of your breasts, then your belly, thighs and ass, making you feel his hardened cock through his boxers. You, on the other hand, used the chance while he started to suck and kiss your breasts to hold his hair, tighten his back muscles and nibble on his ear, which made you listen to a grunt from him.

“Needed you so fucking much, Will. Missed you all this time.”

“I’m here now, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

My love. What a delight for sore ears.

And what a delight for sore eyes, seeing him redirecting his fingers to your pussy just to catch your wetness and bring it to his mouth.

“There will be time for me to taste that pussy, yeah? What do you want? Huh? My cock is so fucking hard… Say you want me to fuck you, baby, tell me.”

“Yes… Yes, I want it. Please.”

He obliged with a moan of his, taking his boxers off in a beat before repositioning you both on the bed for a better position, with you on top while he sat with his back on the headboard. You understood his intentions right away, using the advantage to pass the head of his thick and leaking cock on your clit before sinking on it so easily.

“G-God, Will, you fill me so well.”

“We’ve been here before, baby.” He pulled some strands of your hair, the way you started to rock your hips with his doing a small mess of it. “Meant to be, I should have known it.”

Before he could say something else, you kissed him again, feeling his dick stretching your walls and hitting that spot over and over again. When your movements started to get lazy just like his and the pleasure became too much, Will did that again: he hugged you, burying his face on your chest.

This time, though, you didn’t cry - at least not in a sad way.

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“You still use that shampoo.” He mumbled above you, kissing the top of your head.

“They don’t have it in Jamaica, needed to use another one made with passion fruit or something.” The answer made him giggle and your head shake in the place that was resting on his chest.

“I prefer pomegranate.”

“Me too.”

You both stayed quiet for a moment, tired because of the other two orgasms which came during that comeback, but no one wanted to sleep just yet. The breeze coming from the window was good, eliciting good shivers down your spine.

“I tried to call back then,” His voice was more firm this time. “When your father died.”

This confession frozen you in place, as if you’re absorbing it.

“Yeah?” You raised your head, leaning on one elbow to look down at him.

“Mm-hm.” Will nodded. “But I knew that it wouldn’t change things and… I think I was a coward.”

“About what?”

He turned his head to the side, which made you grab his chin to look at you again.

“Tell me.”

“My feelings for you.”

You both stared at each other in complete silence. In a beat, you noticed that expression you did while overthinking, and he smiled at it.

“That night when you told me I made you feel stupid, I wanted to be able to tell you right away, to say ‘fuck it’ and go back to States with you, start a new life, use that engagement finger on you.” He started to trace patterns on your arm. “It hurted to let you go like that, dealing with the shit of the world when I could be there.”

“... You…” Your voice failed. “Will, you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?”

“I know. In fact, I understand if you decide to push me away and…”

“No, of course not.” There was a small smile on your face. “I love you, Miller. Always did and always will.”

He gripped your arm more firmly, suppressing another grin at your confession.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

“Take it as the truth.”

You both shared a soft kiss, him holding the back of your neck and connecting your foreheads.

“I love you too, Mav.”

#will ironhead miller x reader #will ironhead miller #will ironhead miller fic #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #charlie hunnam fic #charlie hunnam

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Time and Time Again

This is an Edge of Tomorrow Story. I absolutely love this 2014 Tom Cruise movie!

Major William Cage was thrown threw a loop when he died... and found out that he didn’t die but would relive the same day over and over again, until the battle between an alien race known as Mimics are destroyed. He also wasn’t expecting to run into the love of his life... his best friend, and unofficial girlfriend Dr. Y/N Carter, after not seeing her for 3 years when she completely cut off contact with him. How will seeing her again impact the responsibility he now has to help save the human race.

Chapter 1

Cage’s P.O.V

20 times. It took 20 tries to finally reach Rita, I thought it was going to be easy but was I wrong. I guess that’s what I get for being so cocky, being cocky is what got me into this mess anyway. Thinking I was above them all, thinking that I was safe behind my title, not thinking about the consequences of opening my big mouth.

“Yes? Who said you could talk to me?” was the first thing she said

“You did… well you will tomorrow, on the beach you tell me to ‘Come find you when I wake up’ her eyes went wide. “So you do know what’s happening to me” I said

“Follow me” she said, I did as she said and quickly followed her outside of the building. “You do not talk to anyone else about this except me, do you understand?” she whispered “the best case scenario is you end up in a psych ward… worst case scenario you end up being dissected for study… are we clear?” she asked

“Yes” I responded

“First time you died, what happened?” she asked “You killed a mimic?”

“Yes”

“Describe it”

“It was different, bigger, bluish” I said racking my mind for any out of the ordinary details

“When you killed it, you were covered in it’s blood”

“As a matter of fact… I was”

“They know we’re coming tomorrow? It’s a slaughter… isn’t it?”

“How do you…” She started walking faster “Wait, could you please just explain to me what the hell is happening” she turned around and said

“What happened to you, happened to me. I had it and lost it”

“That’s great, there a cure” I said so much relief running through my body “So how do I get rid of this?”

“First I need your help” I looked at her confused

“With what exactly?”

“Winning the war” she said in a tone that made it sound like that was an obvious answer she got into one of the vehicles, and said “Are you coming, or what?”

“Uh, yeah” I said before jumping in

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We drove across the base, we rode in silence for a long time, when we pulled up to the weapon’s repair building, she parked and got out. I sat there confused, but she turned around looking agitated

“Are you coming?” she asked again, I jumped out and followed behind her.

“What are we doing here?” I asked she didn’t answer, just kept walking quickly past people, she made stared at one of the people welding weapons, the woman raised her face shield, and I stopped in my tracks when I saw her… “Y/N?” I whispered, she quickly ran past me, and followed Rita they ran into one of the back rooms

“Cage are we going to keep doing this? When I said follow me… I meant everywhere until I told you to stop” I ran into the back room, and Rita turned the lights on

“Rita what the fuck are you doing here? You need to give me some warning before you show up here” Y/N said angrily “What’s he doing here” she asked with an attitude

“This is William Cage” Y/N looked at me with absolute disgust which hurt more than any other pain I have ever experienced “He’s me before Verdun” Y/N’s eyes went wide, and she turned towards me, looking at me with what looked like sympathy for a second but then her look of disgust returned.

“You mean he’s…”

“Yes”

“Where did he die”

“He dies on the beach tomorrow”

“How many fingers am I holding up behind my back?” she spoke finally addressing me

“How should I know that?” I asked

“Ok… so this is the first time we are having this conversation” she asked

“Yes…” I noticed Rita picking up something off the table

“You should try this on him” she said

“What the fuck is that?” I asked

“It doesn’t work” she mumbled “another failed experiment” she said grabbing it from Rita’s hands.

“Look, Y/N. We need your help” Rita practically begged her

“I’m sorry, how can she help” Y/N scoffed

“Y/N, knows more about Mimic Biology then anyone… which means she is also the only other person who will believe what is happening to you” I decided if she was going to play stupid so am I

“So, who are you exactly? Like what is your title… and if your so damn smart why are you working as a mechanic” I could see I was getting under skin and it brought me some satisfaction

“Dr. Y/N Carter, she’s one of the top analysts at Whitehall”

“Was” she replied “now I’m just a mechanic with delusions” she said sadly

“Y/N, I think it’s time we show him”

“Right” she said, she walked over to what I first thought was simply a table, but when she moved the sheet revealed a screen containing a lot if information on Mimics “So something you need to understand is that you are not fighting an army, these Mimics act as one single organism”

“The Alpha’s like the one you killed are much more rare” Rita chimed in

“The Alpha’s act as the organisms central nervous system” She touched the screen again, and an image of a very different type of Mimic appeared on the screen “This is the brain” she said, looking very fascinated by it “It’s called the Omega… it controls them all” she moved the screen again and continued “The Omega can control time”

“When an Alpha is killed, it sends an automatic response to reset the day”

“So basically what you’re telling me, that the Mimics can remember”

“Exactly, they know what we are going to do before we do it” Y/N said

“I, mean an enemy that knows the future…”

“Can’t lose” Rita finished my sentence “Unless you change the outcome”

“Me?” I asked confused

“When you killed that Alpha you became part of the nervous system”

“Which means…” Y/N scoffed again

“You gained the ability to reset the day”

“So I’m resetting the day?” I asked

“Yes”

“So again how can I help… all I want to do is get rid of this”

“You have to die everyday, until you get me to the Omega… and I’m going to kill it”

“I’m, I mean I’m not even combat ready”

“I can help with that” Rita said “We start training in one hour, stay with Y/N and discuss any questions you have about Mimics” she said as she walked out. Y/N sighed, I know she is nervous because she is twirling her hair… she always does that when she’s nervous

“So what questions do you have?” she asked

“I have a couple… the first one being how long are you going to pretend you don’t know me”

“I’m not talking about this now”

“Talking about what? Talking about how you broke my heart when you completely stopped talking to me? You are the only person who knows me… the real me. My best friend the woman that I…. never mind, just please tell me what happened?”

“As if you don’t know”

“I don’t know” I replied

“Well, I guess I really don’t know you, the fact you can look me right and the eyes and act as if you don’t know why I never wanted to see you again”

“Y/N, wait” I said as she walked away, she turned around and I saw tears in her eyes

“You know I loved you… fuck I never stopped loving you. As much as I hate you, you ripped my heart out and ripped it into tiny pieces… and the fact you can stand there and lie, you’re just tap dancing on those broken pieces”

“Y/N, Baby please”

“Don’t call me baby, you lost that right” she said before walking out the door

#edge of tomorrow #william cage #rita vrataski #mimics #war #love #tom cruise #tom cruise running #tom crusie #tom cruise movies #emily blunt #romance #y/n

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I love titans!Jason a whole ton because of just how bold and cocky he is. He's a prime example of how people his age are, less inhibitions and more carefree life. He fits into that phase of thinking he's invincible (at least until what happens with Deathstroke.) Knowing what's coming up for him kinda makes me sad because we only have so much precious time with him as Robin, and I was enjoying it. Like, I'm excited to see the next part of his character, but it seemed to come so fast. Especially since they're already going to be running so many plotlines this season, with the Scarecrow stuff and the Blackfire situation, not to mention Raven going to help with the Donna issue. Jason being, well, Jason Todd and not Red Hood, is running on borrowed time and I just want them to do him justice.

- 💌💋 swak anon

I’m tentatively excited but don’t want to have too much hope of that makes sense. I write a lot. And I have ideas of how plots tend to go. I’m the worst to take to see a detective movie because I high key will spoil it in the first 20 minutes a lot. Like shutter island I called in the first 10 minutes. Loved that movie. Anyways, I’m very off topic lmao. But I just don’t know how they’ll fit it all in with both Red Hood and Blackfire storylines and introducing Barbara Gordon AND Tim Drake, especially since Jason is still Robin (!!!). I love scarecrow so I hope that goes good 🤞🏼

Unpopular opinion: But the actor playing Jason gets undue hate. Is Titans very canon compliant? No. But is any adaptation? No. Canon isn’t even canon compliant at this point. But everyone wants Jason todd, larger than life murderer and vigilante that’s been doing it for years. They also want him hypersexualized that isn’t even in the comics. That’s not the story of Titans. He’s a teenager that is Robin.

And live action Jason Todd is so complicated because his character goes through a physical transformation that would be harmful to an actor. Like they really have 3 choices which is to get someone that fits Robin, that they did, and make him seem bigger and more intimidating through movie magic (which they can make tom cruise look bigger they can certainly make curren Walters look bigger). We don’t want him on steroids or something. They could have hired someone that is big and Red Hood-ish and then it’ll be like Terry Cruz wearing the tag that says 9 year old child and he looks ridiculous next to Dick Grayson because he’s supposed to be a kid next to Nightwing’s adult. Or the third and cursed option is hiring one actor for robin and another for red hood. And that’s horrific unless they happen upon a family where they look almost identical but one is a few years older and they happen to be able to act. That’ll never happen especially since we are supposed to care about this character and changing actors is almost a guaranteed way to kill a character in most shows.

Also most people who say he acts nothing like Jason todd haven’t read his stories before turning into the red hood. After under the red hood came out they decided to add in the fact that he was an angry Robin that basically deserved and was doomed to die but that’s not true. He was happy, enthusiastic, and a nerd. He was sometimes naive and sweet and made mistakes.

But it wasn’t his hubris that killed him, it was his heart. He genuinely thought his mother was in trouble and tried to save her; not that he thought he could take on the joker by himself.

Same thing for the people that want sunshine unicorn fanon dick Grayson. Nope! He gets angry and dark and isolates sometime. And holy hell does brenton thwaites look like him.

2 characters I think titans got totally wrong? Bruce Wayne and Garth. Garth looks like Arthur curry in comics and I don’t get it tbh. And Bruce Wayne has the personality but he’s not a DILF. Playboy is right in his title and that guy isn’t it. But he’s a side character anyways.

#titans tv #titans s3 #titans!jason todd #titans!dick Grayson

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i’m here to ask the questions back? but this time i did come up with some others lol💗

1. What's your least favorite Timothée Chalamet movie?

2. What's your favorite outfit that he wore and the least favorite?

3. Is there a song that reminds you of Timmy, regardless of artist or genre?

4.What’s your most rewatched Timmy film?

5. If you could have him work with any actor/actress, who would it be?

bonus lol: fuck, marry, kill (paul atreides, king hal and zeffirelli) 🫣

My least favorite movie of his is probably "Hot Summer Nights". I have watched it twice, but I don't like the ending. The soundtrack is amazing and so is his acting, but the ending doesn't appeal to me. I might also add "A Rainy Day In New York" and "Don't Look Up".

My favorite outfits of his are definitely the Venice ones! 2019, 2021 and this year's outfit! Also, the Oscars 2022 outfit, that one was divine.

As for the least favorite outfits, I must say that I didn't like his outfit for the "Bones & All" press conference at all. For me, his clothes looked all over the place, I only liked his Bauhaus t-shirt (If he wore leather or denim pants and didn't wear that coat, his look would be way more rockstar-like and appealing, in my opinion). I also don't like the outfit he wore at the Busan International Film Festival that much.

3. Songs that remind me of Timmy are pretty much almost anything by Sufjan Stevens and Kid Cudi. I also get reminded of him with Pixies' "Here Comes Your Man", Greta Van Fleet's "My Way, Soon" (The GQ photoshoot video is absolutely reminiscent of the music video and I've even put the song over it, it's really suitable), because the lyrics make me think of him: "I have but a lifetime/Seems so long, but it flies by/And in the moments passing/I'll bear no load/I have yet to wonder/Many miles far yonder/And with so much left to ponder, I choose the road", and my ultimate one: "Shape of My Heart", by Backstreet Boys, because of a dream I had in which we recreated the music video.

4. Probably "The King" or "Dune", I don't really know for sure hahaha

5. I think that I would love to see Timothée acting with Tom Cruise, because I've noticed some similarities between him and Timothée - brown hair, green eyes, an intense stare, same initials and same birthplace (New York). I think they would be amazing together.

F*ck, Marry, Kill (OMG, do I really have to do this?):

Paul Atreides, Zeffirelli and King Hal.

F*ck Paul

Marry Zeffirelli

Kill Hal (sorry, Hal, I love you!)

#Beautiful Cinephile Replies

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I'm a fucking alcoholic (with a sweet tooth)

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 1,623 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the third one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : It's fluff. I hope it doesn't end up too cringy?

Disclaimer

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It is a cold Friday in Chicago. You would say it is super cold since you worked in the warm weather of Los Angeles last week. Jay is coming over to your place after work. Now both of you are snuggling on the couch, watching movies on TV.

"I cannot watch this part," You hide your face in Jay's chest, preparing for the frightening scene. The darkness in the room increases the tension.

"What are you talking about? This is not even a horror movie," Jay looks down at you, bemused.

"Say you! Watching Tom Cruise blowing up a Gallardo distressed me. My soul is crying. It is a nightmare!"

You move out from Jay's embrace to point out the screen where Maggie Q said it is such a nice car. "Yes, it is! Don't do it, Zhen," yell you at the TV.

However, The Lamborghini on screen still went kaboom and was engulfed in fire. "Oh, no!" You put your hand on your heart, feeling devastated.

Jay grins at your silliness, "I'm sorry for your loss," He rubs your back, offering his condolences. However, his smile turns flirty. "If there's anything I can do to ease your pain..."

You play along with his idea. "Hmm, is that so?" Your hands wrap around Jay, pulling him closer. Your nose is tracing his neck, up to his jaw, his cheek. Your lips softly grace his skin, make their way closer to his. Jay wasted no time to kiss you and keep kissing you.

You don't know how long it goes, and you don't care to know. Until Jay moves back abruptly, tilting his head away from you, "Your pho..."

Your lips cut his words as you get on his lap. Jay puts his hands on your waist to stop you, halfheartedly, "Babe, your phone is ringing,"

Your hands curl behind his neck. "Let it ring." You whisper to his ear. Jay shudders when he feels your breath on his neck. Your mouth soon follows to make a mark on the same point. Jay tries to hold himself back from reciprocating the gesture.

Unlike Jay and his work, you got no obligation to pick up your phone. No life or death depends on you tonight. But the phone keeps shrieking. It started to annoy you because Jay stops participating in this make-out session.

"Might be important," This is one of the rare times you want to curse Jay's occupation.

"I assure you it won't be," You try to get Jay back in the game.

"Well, at least you can tell them to call you back later," Jay lands a soft kiss on your forehead. With a loud sigh, you move away from Jay's lap to pick up your phone.

Seeing the caller ID frustrates you even further. "You are interrupting our date night," is the first thing you say to your best friend, Alex, when you receive the call and put it on speaker.

"Hi, Jay!" Alex chirps his greeting, ignoring your complaint.

Jay greets back with a chuckle, "Hey, man. Nice to hear from you," He takes the remote to pause the movie, where Tom Cruise is gunning a Mercedes CLK down the road.

"No, it's not." You grumble under your breath. "What's up? Did you just come up with a song idea that would make Bruno Mars wished he wrote it?"

As a fellow songwriter/producer, you understand that song inspiration could come anytime. But it would still piss you off if Alex insists on working for it tonight.

"Not yet. But we do have a potential project for you,"

"Couldn't it wait until next week?" You moan your refusal. "Jay and I got plans for the weekend,"

"Of course. As long as you promise to pick up your phone when Angelique calls. I know you have been dodging her." Alex chides you.

Huffing your aversion, you lay your head on Jay's lap. In reflex, he plays with your hair. "Who's Angelique? A new talent?" Jay never heard that name before. He is pretty sure that he knows everybody at Pyramid, Alex's record label in Amsterdam where you work for.

Alex starts to explain, "She is a singer. Been around for a while,"

"Country singer, turned bubblegum pop singer, and now I guess she wants to try dance music as well?" You elaborate to Jay and asking Alex at the same time. You have written and produced songs from various genres, but your notable works so far are mostly EDM.

"Maybe," Alex answers casually.

"Angelique..." Jay ponders for a moment before lighting up, "Oh! Is she the one whose songs you keep skipping whenever they pop up, babe?"

Your best friend lets out a big laugh from the other side of the phone. "Angelique wants Y/N to produce her next album, but all of a sudden Y/N here cannot find the receive button on her phone," Alex emphasizes his sarcasm.

"I took yours, didn't I?"

However, Alex begins his interrogation. "Why are you avoiding her calls anyway?"

"I don't wanna work with her," You know you sound petulant.

"Come on, Y/N, it would be great! Angelique's third album sold triple more than her second. Her last single went neck to neck with Taylor Swift's song. Now, she is gonna let you work on her fourth album! Other producers would kill for this opportunity," Alex tries to reason.

Jay whistles, being impressed by the story.

"Well, my boyfriend here is a cop. I don't wanna get involved in any criminal activity," You are intentionally being obtuse. "If it were so great, why don't you do it? You're the one who still works on stage."

"You know people talked about how you could be the next Max Martin, right? Made sense that she asked for you," Alex states. "Angelique doesn't need another artist to perform with her. She needs someone who writes and produces good stuff."

"Every producer could be the next Max Martin if they work hard," You shrug the notion.

Jay looks confused with all these new names. "And Max Martin is...?"

"We are never ever ever getting back together?" Alex starts singing a couple bars to show Jay some examples of Max Martin's works.

"Uh..." Jay doesn't show any recognition.

"ou make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream?" Alex sings another song. Your best friend is nothing but persistent.

"Uhm.." And yet, Jay is still clueless.

"Jay is not keeping up with pop music for the last decade, Lex," You joke to your best friend. "Try some songs from the Backstreet Boys,"

"Hey!" Jay protests. "I know your songs," He smirks at you in full smug. "Especially the ones that were written about me."

You laugh at his adorable and sexy smirk. Sitting up from Jay's lap, you kiss the smug out of him.

"Guys, I'm still here." The flat tone of Alex on the phone stops Jay from taking the kiss further.

You peck a corner of Jay's lips one more time. "Your own fault. Who told you to call during our date night anyway?"

"Since I'm not there to poke and pinch you, I hope Jay could help me convince you to take this project." Your best friend is shameless.

"Is Angelique not a good person or something?" Jay tries to understand the situation. He knows you are a hard worker. It is rare for you to run off from a big project like this. "She ought to be a good singer, right? With all of that achievements,"

You cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend, "It is a prerogative to hate your best friend's exes, no?"

Jay frowns, "Wait, Angelique is Alex's ex?"

"Oh, come on!" groans Alex. "It was years ago!"

"You know how the saying goes. Quote-unquote, "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die”

"That was kinda harsh," Jay comments.

"Your best friend still hates me until now, Jay." You roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mouse doesn't hate you. I even haven't got a chance to tell him about you since he's been deployed," Jay raises his eyebrows.

"She meant your work partner," Alex answers Jay for you.

Jay frowns deeper, "Hailey doesn't hate you."

"Wanna bet on that?" You challenge him.

Alex prevents the couple from bickering further, "Guys, listen! Angelique and I broke up amicably. There were no hard feelings between us now,"

"Excuse you!" You exclaim. "I still remember those dark days. You cried over so many Tequila bottles. And those boxes of chocolate!! Why did we have to consume that much chocolate over a breakup?? My waistline did not come back to its original measurement for three months!!"

Jay lets out an amused snort.

"Oh, you don't get to talk, man!" Alex hits the couple back. "Your temporary breakup also forced me to replenish my Jenever stocks! I got bakeries phone numbers on speed dial for chocolate cake emergencies!"

Jay puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. You guys continue to discuss business," He stands up from the couch. "I'm gonna go warm up some pie," Jay gestures to the kitchen area. "Alex, it's nice to catch up with you. Hope the next time we talk, it would be more social and less about business,"

"And you, love, try to listen to what Alex offers first before you cut him off," Jay bends down to kiss your lips teasingly. "Please don't pull out any bottles with more than 40% alcohol content. I need you sober for our plans tonight." He winks at you before moving to the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your pushy best friend alone.

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Foot Note: - Tom Cruise and Maggie Q blew up a Lamborghini Gallardo in Mission: Impossible III (2006). All of the MI movies are classics in my household. - Max Martin is a Swedish record producer, songwriter. You might not know his name, but I'm sure you know his songs. In reference to this fic, he co-wrote and co-produced Taylor Swift's "We are never ever ever getting back together", co-wrote Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", co-wrote and co-produced some of Backstreet Boys' biggest hits. - "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die" line is taken from Henrietta Wilson on 9-1-1 TV Series S02E04 "Stuck". I thought it was hilarious. The line became the reason for this particular fic's existence.

I'm sorry for the long note. Thank you for reading this fic and the note. You are so welcome to reply, ask or tag me. We can talk about music, series or Jesse Lee Soffer's abs. :p

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead fic #one Chicago fic #chicago pd fic #chicago pd tv #jay halstead #reader #original character #fanfiction #one shot #original work #wyftiiffy

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