#IT WAS THE MOMENT MARTIN KNEW EVERYTHING WAS GONNA BE OKAY

[littlecrittereli]

REPROGRAMMED CHAPTER 7 SPOILERS!!!

I knew I wanted to draw out this scene the second I wrote it. This AU has taken OVER MY BRAIN YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTANDD

anyways enjoy and weep <3

[girlokwhatever]

based on a request where reader meets kate’s family!

⊹ ࣪ ˖✩°｡🦦*ੈ✩‧₊˚-‘๑ meet the martins,,

kate martin x fem!reader

you were beyond nervous. today was the fateful day where you were meeting kate’s parents for the first time. you knew they’d be welcoming considering how amazing their daughter was, but you didn’t know if you’d be able to impress them enough.

kate asked you to be her girlfriend six months ago. the almost unbearable time before that where you two would flirt until your heads spun was about three months long. you considered yourself the luckiest person in the world to have kate, and vice-versa.

you and kate where about to leave university to spend the weekend in her hometown, lugging your bags into the back of her car. as soon as everything was ready she started the car and drove off, deciding now would be a good time to drop a bomb on you.

“so.. babe,”

“kate..”

“i jus’ wanna let you know my siblings are gonna be there too..”

“okay.. okay. that’s nice. it’s good actually. just knock it all out at once..”

kate smiled over in your direction but you didn’t see it, facing the window as you let out a deep breath. she knows you’re unbelievably nervous because the only person you’ll know there is her, but she knows everyone will love you.

you spend the rest of the car ride trying to relax. you try meditation, deep breathing exercises, and even sleep. your girlfriend says nothing, trying to let you cope with your nerves.

when kate pulls into her childhood home’s driveway you’re sleeping, head and hair pressed gently against the side of the seat. she gently grasps your shoulder and leans in to press a kiss behind your ear, whispering that you’ve both arrived. you wake with a startled expression, disbelief written across your face.

“what?! kate! why didn’t you wake me up earlier, i’m probably a mess right now!”

you’re not mad, just panicking. you try to press your hair back down into place and smooth out your sundress but your frantic attempt doesn’t help you much.

“baby you look amazing, i swear.”

you look at her, slightly pouting at the situation. she seizes the moment, taking the opportunity to press and kiss to your lips. some of your worry slips away with her silent reassurance, feeling more confident and accepting that whatever happens, happens.

suddenly you remember the flowers you bought for her mom, pulling away from your girlfriend to grab them from the backseat. kate said these were her favorites so of course you had to buy some.

“are you ready?”

you nod, feeling some of your anxiety resurfacing. you’re not sure why it was so nerve wracking for you. there have been times in the past when you met your partner’s parents and it never made you feel this way. maybe because kate is the best thing is the best thing that ever happened to you and you never want to lose her.

as soon as kate knocks the door swings open, revealing both of her parents. her mom is smiling wide at you and her dad is too, beer in hand. you don’t miss the loud thudding of steps from her siblings either, both of them greeting you with similar smiles.

“okay guys, you don’t have to stand and stare like robots.” she’s joking, pulling her mom and dad in for a hug all at once. her sister kennedy pulls you inside as she introduces herself but you’ve heard so much about her from kate you feel like you’ve known her all your life.

“everyone, this is my wonderful girlfriend, please don’t suffocate her while i go get our stuff from the car.”

“oh kate, i can help you-”

her mother touches your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks in your pursuit to follow kate. “trevor can help kate, you stay here. you’re our guest!”

kate rubs her hand on your back before she departs. she’s giving you this ‘just relax’ look, so you really try. it’s not difficult to think that this is where kate grew up, baby pictures and her warm vanilla scent lingers everywhere.

once you snap back to reality, kate’s mom is looking at you so genuinely and with so much certainty you feel as though this is already your family. you feel bad watching trevor leave but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, helping ease your conscious. this house feels so familiar to you, almost as if kate embodies this space she grew up in. loving, accepting, cherishing, and sweet.

“oh! i bought these for you. kate said they were your favorite.”

you hold the flowers in her direction, watching her face light up as if she hadn’t noticed them until now. you all drift to the kitchen as she thanks you, getting out a vase to set them in. she’s bubbly, smile wide and cheeks a perfect shade of pink you recognize from kate.

they’re all so welcoming to you, patting you on the back and squeezing your shoulders every so often. their aura exudes love and positivity, spreading into your bones and helping you sink into the moment. all your worry is left behind, pure excitement taking over at the prospect of the rest of your weekend here.

a few hours later you’re all sitting outside on the back patio. you’re in kate’s arms laying on the couch, her parents sitting across you both, and trevor and kennedy in two lounge chairs.

kate places her chin on the top of your head, wanting to engulf your entire being. the sight of you laughing and making jokes with her closest family melts her heart. she admires every single second you spend just laughing at something someone said, feeling as though you were meant to be here in this moment.

you’re all mid laugh after kennedy recalls a high school basketball fail memory when her eyes widen, gasping loud and holding back a laugh.

“did kate tell you- oh my goodness. did kate tell you she used to have the most aggressive side part ever?!”

kate’s eyes widen at the exposure, face turning red when she tries covering your ears even though she already knows you’ve heard it already. your jaw goes slack because you had no idea, and think it’s absolutely hilarious.

“what?! no! i had no idea! she never said anything.”

“really kate? you’ve never shown her a high school photo?” her mom speaks through laughs, kate’s face and the reveal stuck in her mind.

“oh my god- was this a whole high school career thing?”

“yes! at least five years, i’m surprised it didn’t get stuck that way.”

everyone’s in on the conversation now and the inside joke begins to form. even with her embarrassment, kate doesn’t mind much because it’s you, joking with her family. she’d go through a million moments like this if it meant bringing you closer with the people she loves most.

through the hysteria, kate meets her mom’s eyes. the approving smile is present, a silent ‘you got a good one’ look that tells kate all she needs to know. of course she was certain her family would love you, but she didn’t know it’d be so easy, all the pieces falling into place. kate smiles back, trying to burn this memory into her mind forever.

after dark everyone’s drifting back inside and bidding trevor and kennedy goodbye. you hug them both, telling them how amazing you think they are and you’re really happy to have met them. they tell you the same, especially kennedy who sneaks in a joke about how you’re her ‘future sister.’ your heart stutters at that, the idea of being kate’s wife giving you butterflies in your stomach.

it’s when kate places her hand in yours and guides you to her bedroom that her mom really knows. with absolute confidence she knows how deeply in love her daughter is with you. she knows kate has found her soulmate from the way she’s always watching over you, making sure you’re alright. it’s mother’s intuition, she just knows.

kate hands you your towel, kissing your forehead as you exit the shower and she takes your place. you’re brushing your hair when she asks you how you feel about her family.

“i really love them kate. they’re all so sweet and funny. they really were so welcoming.”

“yeah, i can tell everyone really likes you.”

it makes you feel good to hear to say that, like it’s an official welcome into her family. and it means everything to you, knowing how much family means to kate. knowing she brought you here to see where she grew up and who she grew up with.

“i’ll be right back kate, i left my socks in your room.”

“okay! i love you!” her voice fades as you walk out, shouting out a quick ‘i love you’ back. because you really do love her, more than anything.

you’re searching through your bag when you hear a gentle knock on the open door, turning to see kate’s mom jill.

“hey! is everything okay?”

“oh yeah, everything great. i just wanted to tell you it was really amazing to meet you. you’re a wonderful girl, and i can tell kate really loves you,” her voices lowers a bit as she speaks again, “y’know, kate’s never really had a serious girlfriend, you’re the first girl she’s ever brought home. i know she’s happy with you, so thank you for being so good to her. and you’re welcomed here anytime.”

you’re at a loss for words, thankful for the praise and slightly shocked by the news that kate hasn’t ever brought a girl home. you and kate never discussed dating history in detail and it didn’t matter to you. it still doesn’t. your heart pounds and warms your body, flustered because of how well jill thinks of you.

“well, thank you for having me. i really appreciate how welcoming everyone was today, it means a lot. i really feel happy here and hopefully we’ll get to come back soon.”

her mom smiles and nods, kissing your cheek as she says goodnight to you. the whole interaction is almost surreal. your love for kate grows impossibly larger knowing that the love you two share is so easy to notice.

your girlfriend walks into her room and spots you, picking you up bridal-style before laying down in bed. you straddle her, eyes gleaming at her big silly grin. she reaches for you hands and kisses them repeatedly, closing her eyes and melting into the touch.

“i love you so much, never wanna be without you.”

“i never want to be without you either,” you’re leaning down, kissing her skin wherever you feel it. she’s warm and soft from the shower, skin smooth and perfect for leaning into.

“i want to marry you.”

“kate, don’t say those things.”

your heart pounds for what feels like the millionth time that day, not sure if she’s saying it just because of the heat of the moment. either way, you know with absolute certainty that you would want to marry her too and if she asked you’d say yes.

“why not? i mean it. i want to marry you.” and she’s not lying, she really does mean it. with the deepest parts of her soul she means it and knows it’s true. she thinks she’ll buy you and ring the second she gets back to iowa, feeling a sudden urgency to bond your love.

“i want to marry you too.”

you both stare at each other wordlessly, the only thing existing between you is the love you share. she kisses you again and again, feeling that if she doesn’t you’ll just disappear because you’re too good to be true. she holds you tighter because she fears you might vanish or realize you don’t actually want this.

but you do. you both do. you’ll always love kate even in death, wherever that may take you. you know that for certain, just as certain as kate is about her love and adoration for you.

“mrs. martin. i like that.”

“for you or me?”

“for us. i want to be with you forever, future mrs. martin.”

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GUYS I REALLY LIKE THIS. i want to turn it into a little series of reader and kate’s future (wedding, kids, etc.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK

[malertop]

Chad Martin-Meeks x Male Reader

DRESSING

Gif is not mine!

So I got this idea and wanna try it because why not,and he's like super hot so..yeah!

As Chad was dressing up for the party he planned on going to the first party with Ethan,he invited Y/N too and wanted him to come with him so bad but Y/N declined the offer because he was too shy and he didn't even know anyone there except Chad,Tara,Ethan,Anika and Mindy which were his only friends from his whole life.Chad and Y/N had been dating for 3 months but they knew each other way longer,Y/N was also woodsboro and survived,of course he had to fight back,knew Tara,Sam,Mindy,Amber,Liv and West and everything but he ended up alive and had to loose his trust and second best friend Amber.

As Chad started to pull down his underwear so he can change for his costume Y/N opened the door rushing to enter "Oh my god Chad you won't believe what ju-" as Y/N was saying fastly he looked at the other male and instantly turned around facing the wall while Chad was without underwear facing Y/N's back "Sorry!,I didn't meant to disturb you and your changing,i-i can leave i you want" Y/N apologized as he started overthinking and kind of panicking while Chad was standing there with a smirk "Y/N don't worry i am not naked anymore,you can turn around" Chad lied as he wanted to tease the shy man "Y-You sure?" "Of Course I am" Y/N then thought about it for a second and started to turn around "Okay then,as I was sayi-" Y/N turned as he spoke and saw Chad naked again..I mean he more and mostly saw him just shirtless but still made him blush,seeing his hot ass boyfriend body obviously will make his blush,but this time he saw his full shirtless body which made Y/N blush like a tomato and instantly turned around again towards the wall again.

Chad liked to tease Y/N or to prank him but he also liked when he made Y/N blush too much just like he did now,Chad with a smirk on his face as he saw Y/N blush and shyness for him which also made him blush,Chad started to quietly walk towards the male who was facing the wall.Y/N was scared because now it was too quiet "Chad?.." Y/N said calling the other male name trying to figure out why he was so quiet,Chad on the other hand now behind the other short male he decided to kneel a little bit and whispered "do you want to fuck me Y/N~" Chad whispered in Y/N's ear while Y/N flinched as he heard Chad's voice "since when have you wished to fuck me~" Chad whispered again as he was Y/N's ear turning more red and smirked as his plan to tease the shorter boyfriend worked,but he wasn't gonna stop "do you want to fuck me right now,right here at the moment?~" but Y/N didn't answer any of those questions because he was too busy being frozen "how many dirty things have you also imagined Y/N?,did you imagine me being a naughty boy and you had to teach me a lesson and leaving me like a mess~" Chad continued teasing the other male "you know since I am naked why don't you help me~" but still not a single reply,gosh how shy Y/N was "or you just want to spank my ass in the bed right now~" and with that Y/N said "W-What..no!,no to all the things..I don't even know what your-" Y/N stopped talking for a second as the other male behind him with a smirk on his face waited "...yes to all!,I am sorry for all of them but yes!,Bye!" Y/N yelled and instantly ran towards the door,as he left closing the door in a hurry leaving the other male alone in his room "Oh Y/N..Y/N..just wait till tonight" Chad said with a smirk and continue dressing for his costume.

[moonlitluka]

can you do chad meeks martin fluff/angst where reader was really affected by ghostface and when it’s revealed that he back chad comforts her and reveals his feelings. he has so little fics and i love the way you write him. get to this whenever you can, now worries and if you don’t want to do it that’s cool.

Thanks for the request! Feel free to leave any requests y’all have!!

HE’S BACK

When the news breaks that Ghostface has followed the core four to the city | Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader | Fluff/Angst | established relationship

I sat next to Chad on the couch as we watched a saw marathon that was on TV. Mindy’s idea, clearly. We all heard the door click and turned to see who it was.

“Hey Sam.” I greeted her as she smiled and placed her stuff down on the dining room table. “Hey, whatcha guys watching?” She asked now joining us on the couch.

“Saw II, my personal favorite!” Mindy smiled while placing a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Ugh how could you eat and watch these movies?” Sam laughed. “Eh it doesn’t really gross me out.”

I leaned further into Chad as he smiled down at me. His hand cupped my cheek leaning down to kiss me. We were interrupted by the movie suddenly cutting off and a breaking news screen popping up.

“What the hell?” Anika said leaning forward. “Isn’t that your dad?” I asked looking over to Quinn. She nodded in confusion.

“Looks like a press conference” Ethan said quietly. “Turn it up!” Chad said facing Anika. “Two BlackMore students were found dead in their shared apartment tonight.” The mayor announced as every camera flashed in his face.

The four of us shared a glance hoping it was just a coincidence. Anika seemed to notice the exchange as she frantically began to question us. “You guys don’t think this followed you here do you? It couldn’t have…right?”

Sam sighed before grabbing my shoulder. “Pack a bag. All of you, we’re leaving in the morning.” She said as she started to make her way to her room. “Sam slow down you don’t know that it has anything to do with us.” I reasoned.

Ethan coughed catching our attention before nodding to the tv. “The suspect was supposedly wearing this mask during the attack.” He said holding up a weathered Ghostface mask in an evidence bag.

I felt the air get knocked out of me. “We’re leaving.” Sam said finally. I hesitantly nodded my head.

I went to my room to try to clear my head for a moment. Pacing back and forth as I tried to relax myself. *knock*

I jumped before Chad peered his head in the door. “It’s just me, sorry. Can I come in?” He said softly. I nodded letting him come in.

Chad sat on my bed and patted the spot next to him. “Sit down baby.” So I did.

“It’s gonna be okay you know that right?” His hand grasped my shoulder tenderly. I wished I could believe him. However the odds of everything just being ‘okay’ are slim to none.

“Hey I’m serious. We’ll get out of town and everything will be fine. We can come back when they catch the guy and everything will go back to normal.” I chuckled dryly. “Nothings ever gonna be normal again don’t you get that? It’s never going to end! These are our lives now. Constantly running away just to be chased by someone different a year later. You either live to see it happen again or die trying.” I ranted tears streaming down my face.

I saw that he knew that too. He wanted to be strong for the rest of us but I knew this was breaking him too. None of us have ever been the same since the first attack. And now here we go again.

He sighed and hung his head. “Look, I know it looks bad but we’ll get past this like we always do. All of us together. I mean look at Sidney now, she’s happy. We can get there too.” I weakly smiled at him. I knew he was right. We would be okay. We always were. I just don’t think it’s fair that we have to do this again.

“Come here,” he whispered pulling me softly into his chest. I grasped onto him tight enough for him to huff out a breath and laugh. “Woah bear hug” he teased.

“Sorry,” I pulled away quickly. He grabbed my arm pulling me back in. “Don’t be. I’m right here.” I felt myself let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. “Thank you Chad. You always know what to say. I don’t deserve you.” I cradled his face in my hands.

His soft smile warmed my heart at he leaned into to kiss me. “I love you.” He breathed out. “I love you more.”

[cosmicpearlz]

aching bones

summary: exes are supposed to be okay with each other having feelings for another person. but not when it’s your best friend. maybe things aren’t what they seem.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader, some tara carpenter x chad meeks martin

a/n: this is kinda long and it goes through different povs but i hope you enjoy! <3

chad was the love of your life in a distant time. he had been your first everything. at some point, you guys decided it would be best to let the relationship go. mutually agreeing that the arguments and fighting were tiresome. that didn’t stop you guys from being friends and still hanging out with each other.

tara, your best friend, had helped you all throughout the break up. seeing you at you worse but being there to pick up all the pieces and mend the brokenness. you didn’t know what’d you do without her.

“tara! what are you wearing to the party?” you hollered at her from down the hallway, as you made your way to her room. you opened the door to find the girl with three different hangers in her hands.

“i’m thinking about doing a dress but then there’s these cute pants. but then y/n, there’s the cute mini skirt,” she turns to you with a pout on her face.

“help me!”

“babes, i dunno how to help you,” it was hard to contain your laughter. tara frowned even harder, causing her eyebrows to turn downward too.

“y/n!”

“okay okay,” you grabbed the hangers out of her hands and inspected each item carefully. you hand her the purple mini skirt, hanging the other two pieces back into her closet. you go into her dresser and grab a white halter top to throw at her.

“hey! i said help not be aggressive.”

“there. now, shower and get dressed. i’m ready to dance the night away. does sam know you’re going?” she rolled her hands at your teasing smirk.

“yes asshole. now get out of my room! by the way, your outfit is too cute!” she gestures to your sheer black rhinestone dress that you paired with black spandex underneath and some black chunky heels.

“you can never go wrong with a little black dress,” you winked at her and closed her room door.

walking back to the living room, you didn’t notice everyone else was already there. ethan, chad, mindy, anika, and quinn sat waiting for tara to finish.

“woah look at this hot mama!” quinn whistles at you, you smiled and do a turn.

“hehe thanks quinny!” you blew a kiss to her and sat next to anika on the couch, laying your head on her shoulder.

chad was blown away by you once again. the dress fitting your body in just the right places. showing off your gorgeous legs. the way your heels made you slightly taller. just as he was thinking about you, tara walks out to the living room. it made him want to confess to tara that he had feelings for her.

it felt wrong having feelings for two girls that happened to be friends. best friends at that. chad knew he’d always love you but to him, he thought there was no chance to be with you again. even though the breakup was mutual, he had missed you just as much as you missed him. at that time tara had caught his eye.

“who's ready to party?”

-

chad doesn’t know how he got here. one minute he’s taking shots with ethan and the next he’s in a quiet room, sitting with tara. shoulder to shoulder and feeling a little tipsy, chad feels like this is the perfect time to tell tara.

“tara i have to te-“

“chad i have something to-“ they both share a laugh before chad nudged the girl to start first.

“i was just gonna say that i think i like you. as in more than a friend,” chad freezes for a moment, not expecting tara to say what was on his mind. he leans in a bit closer to the girl, while she did the same.

“i was just going to tell you that-“

“hey tar, are you in here?” you opened the door and paused upon seeing your ex and best friend sitting too close. almost as if they were gonna kiss.

“what the fuck?” blinking back the fast tears that threaten to fall down your face, you backed up out the doorway.

“wait y/n, it’s not-“

“stay.. the hell away from me,” your voice cracked with every word. you shook your head and turned to walk away. tara is quick to follow you and grabs your arm. you shook your arm from her hold and turned to face her.

“how could you?”

“y/n.”

“seriously fuck off tara,” ignoring the pleads from tara and chad, you hastily walked out to get fresh air.

-

never did you expect your best friend to betray you like she did. tara had known that you still had feelings for the stupidly handsome boy, how could you not? he was everything you could ever want and more.

you drowned yourself into your blankets and the comfor of your own bed. too afraid of running into either of them. you couldn’t bear the sight of seeing them be together, not when you still loved him.

“y/n, you have to leave the bed at some point.”

“the bed would never hurt me.”

“my brother is a major asshole. i know he still loves you. maybe there’s a good explanation for this,” mindy continues rubbing your back, while you rolled your eyes.

“yeah right. if he loved me, he wouldn’t try to get with my best friend.”

mindy didn’t know how to fix the problem. she just knew that chad and tara had to figure out how to make the situation better before it got worse.

-

chad paces back and forth throughout the dorm room, making ethan slightly concerned for the boy. he had never seen chad so distressed. usually, he was the up beat one in the group, always smiling.

“i ruined everything eth. she will never talk to me again.”

“what did you do?”

“i almost kissed tara because i thought i had feelings for her. well i do have feelings for her but they’re not as strong as the feelings i have for y/n. we’ve been broken up for some months now and i thought that would help me get over her but it didn’t. ethan i dunno-“

“chad chad, i need you to breathe. have you talked to tara about any of this?”

“no! because losing y/n for the second time, made me realize i could never be without her. i should have fought-,” chad took an audible glup to compose his many thoughts. “i should have fought for her, it was stupid to break up.”

“man, you need to tell her. and you need to talk to tara, letting her know you still love y/n,” chad chuckled dryly at ethan’s words.

“kinda ironic that i used to help you with girl problems and now you’re helping me,” ethan walks up to chad to place a hand on his shoulder.

“this is what friends are for. mainly, i’m just tired of your pacing.”

“i hate you ethan landry,” the two boys shared a laugh, which made chad feel lighter about the situation at hand.

-

tara didn’t know what to do. how to make you forgive her. how to even make you look at her again. she had lost you for feelings that she wasn’t even sure of. sure, chad was cute but he was also your ex. one too many drinks and she did something that was practically unforgivable.

so the girl decided to have a quick conversation with chad. many thoughts ran through her head but the only one that matters was getting her best friend back.

“hey tara, you asked to meet?” tara looks up from her phone to meet chad’s brown eyes. she gives him a weak smile and motioned him to sit down across from her.

“whatever we thought was there isn’t there. chad, i can’t afford to lose you as my friend and especially not y/n. she’s my best friend and she won’t even talk to me,” tears well up in her eyes and she bites on the corner of her bottom lip. chad sighs and patted tara’s hand.

“i agree with everything you said. i’m truly still in love with her and i think losing her completely made me realize that.”

“has she talked to you yet? she won’t answer any of my calls or text messages.”

“same here tar. every single piece of contact gone unanswered and ignored.”

“there has to be something we could do to get our happy girl back.”

-

if there was a word to describe chad’s sour mood, it’d be jealousy. maybe a little bit of anger. he watched as you were pressed up against one of the frat brothers, who happened to be his friend. dylan didn’t deserve to touch you. didn’t deserve to be close to you.

“you know chad, maybe if you didn’t royally fuck up that’d be you with her right now.”

“fuck you mindy,” chad threw his shot back aggressively, hoping to shake the feelings away. although, it did nothing to help. irrationally, he decided he would pull you away to talk to you. he wanted his girl back.

“y/n can i talk to you,” you stopped dancing to stare at him with disgust.

“no.”

“but i need-“

“chad, the lady said no.”

“dylan, you’re my friend bro but mind your fucking business. y/n.”

“i have nothing to say to you chad.”

“i have something to say to you, so let’s go,” chad pulls your arm to lead you both outside. you were supposed to be mad at him but in a way his actions were hot.

once you were outside away from watchful eyes and listening ears, you pull your arm out of his grasp. you crossed your arms around your chest and waited for him to start speaking. the boy was nervous under your gaze.

“i’m sorry. baby, you don’t know how-“

“don’t call me that. you lost that right when you decided my best friend was your new companion.”

“y/n listen to me, i don’t want her. i want you, i will always want you.”

“if you wanted me so bad, you wouldn’t have tried to kiss my best fucking friend! the both of you are backstabbing assholes,” you yelled at him while loose tears fell down.

“i fucking love y/n! i will always be in love with you. i see your smile when you go to pick out new books to read. i see the way you light up when someone in our friend group gets a good grade. the way you���d excitedly show me a new ring you wanted to add to your collection.

you are my sunshine and the reason i look forward to waking up. when we broke up because of our ridiculously petty fights, i should’ve never let you walk out those doors. i should’ve pulled you closer to me but instead i let you go. i hurt you and i don’t know if i’ll ever forgive myself for doing so. i’m so fucking sorry.”

you were speechless after chad’s confession. even though you weren’t sure if you fully trusted him fully again, you ran into his arms. you cried as he held you into his warm embrace. rocking you back and forth.

“i’m so sorry. please forgive me.”

after a few minutes of crying into the boy's arms, you removed yourself and wiped your face. sighing, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i dunno if i could trust you fully. let me have time to myself before i try to be anything with you again. i need time to heal and if you can’t respect that, then we definitely need to stay away from each other.”

“i support whatever decision you make,” you put your head down looking at the rocks. chad closes the distance between you two and grabs your hands.

“hey look at me,” you set your gaze back to his eyes watching him softly smile at you.

“it’s your decision. take all the time you need. i will be right here waiting for you,” he squeezed your hands once more before letting go and stepping back. the boy had tears that fell down his face unwillingly.

chad wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back to him but he sure hoped so. the only he’d know is if he let you go again. it killed him to do so but the last thing he wanted to do was force you into something.

if you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. if they don’t, they never were.

[thesupreme316]

Could I request Eddie Kington and the reader as mixed matched a team?

Eddie Kingston as a tag team partner (Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Crack

Summary: How I would imagine Eddie as your tag team partner

Word Count: 700

Supreme Speaks: OKAY IK IM LATE BUT BETTER THAN NEVER. thank you to @hookerforhook for being so patient and lovely (please lemme write more for you). I hope you and everyone else enjoys. ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, an obscene amount of yall (sorry I'm just country and hood)

Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hooks-martin

You know that older brother who loves you but will bully you at every given chance?

Yep, that’s Eddie

He’ll protect you from your opponents, will drop a ref for you, will chew everyone and their mommas out 

But is quick to spear you and give you a noogie

I feel like the way ya’lls team came to be wasn’t because he was soughing after a tag team partner (cause he’s Eddie Kingston and he’ll kick anyone's ass)

But it came to be when you helped even the odds with JAS and you actually didn’t mind fighting the dudes

At that moment, Eddie knew you were his partner

“Why Me?”

“Because you literally just kicked everyone’s ass…besides you’re the only other person in the back I like…besides Mox and Lulu of course.”

That’s right; out of all the enemies and allies he had in the back, he considered you an ally

HOWEVER, I still think he wouldn’t open up to you immediately but would gradually become more comfortable with you

At first, he would only talk to you for match purposes

And then he started hanging out with you a little bit before the show

And then he would text you “you good?” If he hasn’t heard from you (if you respond, he’ll say “great, btw fuck you”

Everything would change when he needed a place to crash cause all the hotel rooms were taken and you allowed him to crash with you

Although he left before you could wake up, he left you a note stating how he’s blessed that he has you as a friend

Now ya’ll at the point where ya’ll are inseparable

Where ever you go, he goes, and vice versa

Ya’ll in each other favorite contacts

Eddie would act like he genuinely doesn’t like you (in the eyes of others) but everyone knows he adores you

You two know each other like the back of your hands

Will tag you on Twitter posts that remind him of you, ya’lls friendship, or just things you need to see

Would say “EW” or “Gross” at you (if you're just walking by) or if you mess up in the ring he’ll laugh and say “you suck”

But heaven forbid someone else said that about you

Everyone can see how much you mean to him

Anyways you would do the same to and for him

You made it your goal to annoy the living shit out of him (and to make him scream and shake his fist at the sky)

But you were quick to shake someone if they irritate him

You played little pranks on him, stole his shirts (and threatened to burn them), made him cut promos on random items

“Now pretend he just lit your family on fire”

“Y/N, this is a toilet brush”

Now in the ring, your and Eddie’s styles complement each other

And you often came together to do tag team moves (especially the ones that Eddie learned from watching old Japanese tapes)

But if you were ready to get out the weapons, he was right behind you (either getting more weapons or just watching)

Essentially, you had crazy ideas and he just supported you in any way he could

Would not wear matching ring gear colors, but will match t-shirts with you (if you have tag team merchandise)

If not, ya’ll would wear each other’s designs

You two could pick up on the other’s next move without talking (you could expect/predict what he was gonna do and how you follow up or help)

Not gonna lie…Eddie would tag you in the match on the head/in the face

I can just see him lightly slap your head to signify a tag

If ya’ll won, then ya’ll were celebrating by doing chest bumps and getting food after the show

If ya’ll lost, Eddie would just berate everyone in sight (except for you)

Despite what he says, he would never talk down to you or degrade you (you’re his soft spot)

Would introduce you to Mox and form a trio if the situation called for it

Overall…Being Eddie Kingston’s tag team partner would be a rollercoaster, but one that would become your favorite rollercoaster

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

TMA Appreciation Week, August 12: Somewhere Else

Spoilers through MAG 200.

The first morning was odd.

They'd fallen asleep on the single bed without a protest, dropping their ozone-scented clothes on the floor, and collapsing naked together onto the musty sheets.

Neither had cared. Jon's side was still bandaged, and still sluggishly bleeding. They'd traveled a portal and landed in a field and been crushed by a corpse and panicked and stitched and somehow walked ages (Jon said it was 5.2 kilometers) until they'd seen this house at fuck-o-clock in the morning and found it empty.

Martin could smell himself. He was ripe. Quietly as he could, he slid out of bed.

He didn't look at Jon more than once.

At Jon's sleeping face, strained, brown skin gone gray with pain in the morning light. At his dark hair streaked with white, and all the lines in his face and neck that Martin knew were closed eyes.

At the most beautiful man he'd ever seen that made him want to cry or thank whatever gods there were or maybe just grab Jon like a pillow and lie on top of him for the duration.

Martin made himself go shower.

When he got out, it was to the smell of burnt toast.

#

"What do you think you're doing out of bed, Mister Sims?" Martin said with a weak smile, and was only half-joking.

"Hi," said Jon, looking nervous and uncomfortable and hopeful and red, his bandage already bled through, his feet bare. He swallowed. "I... just wanted to be useful. Not a burden. You know."

"Oh, Jon." Martin approached him carefully, steps light, as if determined not to spook. "You're not a burden. Let me change your bandage."

"Your second statement absolutely belies the first," said Jon loftily.

Martin laughed. "Dork. Come on."

"But I already burned toast for us and everything," Jon said with a weak smile of his own, but let Martin lead him to the tiny, dusty table.

It took a few minutes to change the bandage; the knife-wound was ugly, jagged, ragged. It had been bad enough when the Web's portal sucked them away, but then Jonah Magnus' dead body had landed on top of them, dislodging the blade in the worst possible way.

"Gonna need to stitch this," Martin said, taping.

"I'm sorry," whispered Jon.

"Don't be. You were probably right." Martin hated to say it, couldn't meet his eyes. "We've damned a whole new universe. I know you were right. I know."

"Then why did you go through with their plan?" Jon said, almost sharply.

Martin met his eyes. "For the same reason you couldn't go through with yours."

"I couldn't lose you," Jon said, haggard.

"And I couldn't lose you," Martin said, soft.

Jon's face twisted. But a moment before he could get too bad, Martin came around the table and knelt on the floor and wrapped himself around Jon in a hug.

Jon stayed seated, bent over Martin's head, and wept softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Martin's hands were firm on his back. "You think you're the first person to ever make a mistake in a relationship? I know you weren't yourself. We're going to be okay."

"I kept thinking of you," said Jon. "Remembering you. The Eye didn't want me to, but I wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let go. It's why I could... still change direction, at the end."

Martin's breath was shaky. "That's why we're going to be okay. I forgive you for breaking your promise if you forgive me for ignoring your pain."

Jon inhaled and held it.

"I know," whispered Martin. "I get it now. You were so ready to die, and you said it, you said so, and I just... didn't listen. That's my fault."

"Nothing is your fault!" Jon said, his fingers digging into Martins' back.

"You're here, Jon. And because you are, so am I. And because we are... we're going to be all right."

Jon's sniffles slowed. "We're going to be all right."

"We are. We're going to make it."

"I believe it because I have you," Jon whispered. "Forgive me."

"Already have," said Martin.

"I love you," said Jon.

"Always," said Martin, and tilted his head back for a kiss.

PART ONE HERE

@tmaappreciationweek

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Cariño (Part 3) Jake Lockley X F!Reader

Cariño Masterlist

Rating:18+ (this chapter is clean, but it’s gonna get a bit steamy later on!)

Warnings: Typos (gotta have some typos), slimy man.

A/N: Oh wow, did this chapter cause me problems or did this chapter cause me problems. I have rewritten it twice. Please let me know if you think I have missed a warning!

Summary: “And that’s why we don’t bring twenty two million dollar cars with us on a job.”

You're in. Just a short wait before the heist can begin, surely it's got to be plan sailing from here?

Word Count: 3000

Tagging: @pleasurebuttonwrites

Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

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The car was not what you were expecting. Scratch that, it wasn’t what you were hoping. In the elevator ride and walk through the lobby you had prayed that Jake at least had the forethought to bring a vehicle that was subtle. Subdued. Something that wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention for more than a few moments. 

It was a pristine white Aston Martin, vintage by the look of it – though you weren’t an expert on cars – with a vanity plate that read, ‘SPKTR’.

You stared dumbfounded at it as Jake moved forward and opened the passenger door for you. He grinned wickedly. 

Words weren’t forming easily. “Jake, this is… This,” you gestured to the car. “We- we are meant to be keeping a low profile.”

“But we’re meant to fit in, right?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m a big-time investor with old money.” He quoted your own words back to you with glee. “Surely a lesser vehicle would be beneath me?”

You opened your mouth to speak as he took a step towards you and leaned in close until you were almost touching.

“I’m just playing my part.” His voice was barely above a whisper, low and velvety. 

A shiver ran along your skin, heat pooling. He was so close, his eyes blinding and too painful to look at. You stared at his lips, his cupid’s bow. Perhaps that was worse. 

You swallowed, the sound of it upsettingly loud. 

Jake bit his bottom lip and grinned as he stepped back, still holding the passenger side door for you. 

“Okay.” You said, meaning the word to sound authoritative, strict. But it came out as almost a squeak. You didn’t look at him as you sat and Jake made sure you were sitting comfortably before he swung the door close and got into the driver’s seat.

You hated to admit that the car was equally nice on the inside than it was on the outside. 

“This is the only thing,” he said, looking at you before he started the car. “I promise.”

“You said that before-”

“That was about the car.” He held out his hand, nearly close enough to brush his fingertips over your bare shoulder. “So is this.”

“That was about bringing a car.”

“Cariño.” He practically purred, glazing at you while you stared straight ahead. 

“It’s fine.” You didn’t sound very convincing, but he grinned anyway as he started the engine and peeled away from the curb. The growing darkness of the night sky was soothing. 

You checked your bag, making sure everything you needed was in it despite that face that you already knew it was, and shifted to a more comfortable position in your seat. 

“Everything is going to be fine.” He gave you a glance from under his eyelashes when you looked up at him. 

You paused. Unsure of what to say, the urge to snap something back at him died in your throat as you got snared in his gaze. You shook your head, a flush of heat rising embarrassingly to your cheeks, and went back to staring straight ahead. 

It only took a beat for a frown to form on your face. “Do you know where we’re going?” 

“Of course.” 

Your frown deepened. The route was a little complicated and you couldn’t resist prying. “Been here before?”

“Nope.” 

You paused and double checked the dashboard. “No Sat Nav?”

“Don’t need.”

“How come?” 

He looked at you again, one hand on the wheel and elbow resting on the car door. “I’m a taxi driver. We just need to look at the map once,” he taped his temple. “It’s second nature.” 

You scoffed. Jake was certainly not a cabbie. “If you think I’ll believe that Lockley, you must thing I’ll believe anything.”

Jake chuckled to himself, the sound quiet and far away, like the light of distant stars. 

He sounded the most like himself, or at least the self you were used to; the self that knocked on your front door with a job, quiet and with sharp eyes, than he had since he met you in the hotel room. 

You snuck a look at him while he drove, the streetlamp light illuminating his profile before it dimmed and repeated the process. 

The gentle rumble of the engine would have been soothing if you hadn’t been quite so on edge. You ran your thumbnail over your bottom teeth, almost daring yourself to bite, in an effort to calm yourself ever so slightly. 

“Do you remember the plan?” You ask, without realising you had spoken out loud at first. 

“Of course.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road. 

There was a pause.

“Can I ask you a question?”

The tiniest upwards pull of his lips was illuminated briefly. “I will resist the urge to say, ‘you already have.’”

You let out a short laugh and shifted in your seat again, leaning your head to the side to stare out of the passenger side window. The buildings were slowly beginning to give way into farmland. You pinched your nail between your teeth, held it there, but did not bite through. 

“What did you want to ask?” 

It was easier not to look at him. It was always easier not to look at him. “You’re different.” 

“Hm?”

Your reflection looked back at you through the glass. This was stupid. 

“You seem different.”

Jake let out a low laugh again. “I told you cariño,” he waited until you looked back at him before he continued. “I’m playing my part.” He held your gaze for a second too long before looking back to the road. “Old money investor. Just getting into character.” 

You smiled without feeling any of the joy. Of course that was it. And swallowed. Of course it was. 

You drove the rest of the journey in silence. It wasn’t necessarily a comfortable one, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either. 

After a while you had shut your eyes to the outside world whizzing past, telling yourself it was the motion that was making your stomach churn. 

Jake slowed as he approached the gates; grand painted cast iron things that glowed from the ground lights beneath, stretches of high, slightly over the top you would say, immaculately manicured bushes framed the sides. 

Jake whistled and came to a stop by the guard’s house just before it. Two smartly dressed men, obviously security, approached his door as he wound the window down. 

One of them held a tablet, the low light of it gave the guard’s face a sickly glow. 

“Good Evening Sir,” he nodded to Jake before turning to you, “Miss.” You nodded back at him.

“Good Evening,” Jake echoed, holding out his hand to you without taking his eyes off of the guards. 

You passed your invitations out of your bag to him and he held them out to the guards languidly, gripping the thick card tightly between his fore and middle finger. 

“Jake Kealey,” he said his fake name – you thought it was funny – “and Evelyn Davis.” 

The first man briefly looked at the invitations while the other checked your names on the tablet and nodded. 

“Welcome to the Malay Estate, please enjoy the party.” 

“Thank you.” 

Jake drove in smoothly as the gate opened. 

“I don’t know why you have a fictitious first and last name,” he paused a little for effect. “While I only have a fake last name.” 

“I thought it would be easier.”

“Hm?”

“For you to answer to your real name.”

“I think I could have handled it.”

“I don’t know.” It was your turn to pause for effect. “You’re not so good at following instructions.” 

The tease earned you a smile and a click of his tongue, a promise that he would get you back for that later.

You checked your phone, scanned for the security system and smiled. There was something so wonderful about modern technology. If they had still been using old cameras and tapes this would have all been a lot more complicated. Part of you had even worried that this was going to be the thing that went wrong, that your information had been out of date. But it was exactly as you had planned. 

The camera system was computer based, and connected to the WIFI with a very poor five digit password. Someone had missed out on their online safety training. But you had to give them credit for the strength of the internet signal.

You connected to the system and activated the jammer – it wouldn’t stop the cameras, that would cause too much suspicion and you knew that they still had actual guards watching the live feed. However it would stop them from recording. 

Quickly, you scanned through the cameras. Everything was as you had expected, all in the same rooms and same positions. You selected the cameras that lead to the direct route to the room where the ankh was being held, all of them empty of people and hit record on your external system. You just needed enough footage of nothing happening to overlay on the live feed later. That way you and Jake wouldn’t be seen by the guards watching either. 

 The mansion, even though you had committed its layout and schematics to memory, was nonetheless as impressive and imposing in real life. 

Jake whistled as you drove closer. “Fancy.” His tone was off hand but there was a clear echo of disdain beneath it. 

“Blood money.” You muttered. 

He turned to you, eyes dark as he parked in front of the valet. “What money doesn’t have blood on it?” He held your gaze for a beat too long before he opened his door, and you were left uncertain on whether his scrutiny was on you, or internal. 

There were so many people milling around outside and inside already. The melodies of the live music mixed in with the countless conversations instead of being completely drowned out, the sound was a little overwhelming to say the least and you were thankful when Jake offered you his arm again as you both walked in through the grand entrance. 

“I only need about thirty minutes before we can start, okay?” You whisper to Jake, leaning slightly towards him. 

He smiled, his tongue between his teeth. “I know cariño,” he gave you a side eye look, “you’ve told me so many times already.” 

You resisted the urge to react to his teasing. Just.

You were both barely in through the door, the massive marble staircase before you, the chandelier catching your attention for a moment too long, when a man appeared in front of your path. 

“You,” he gestured to Jake with his hand that isn’t holding a glass of champagne. 

You tense for a moment, this is it. The thing that goes wrong. Someone knew him, someone-  

The man breaks into a smile, “you’re the owner of that car out there aren’t you?” 

“I’m sure there are lots of vehicles out there.” Jake drawls, calm and composed, all self assured swagger. 

The man laughed heartily, “there sure are! But I’m talking about the DB1 Aston Martin, beautiful thing!”

Jake gives him a dismissive head tilt, and smiles.

“I knew it! I knew it!” The man takes a step closer, completely ignoring you. “How did you get hold of one? I mean, only fifteen were ever sold!”

You were going to faint. You were going to kill Jake. 

He shrugged. “It’s been in the family for a while.”

The man nodded enthusiastically while taking a large gulp of his drink. “I understand, I imagine you’d never sell it, even if I did have a spare $22 million hanging around?” 

Your grip on Jake’s arm tightened to what was most likely, a painful degree. 

Jake laughed politely. “No, I’d never sell it.”

“Good man, good man! I’m Rick White,” he held out his hand. 

“Jake Kealey.” He shook it firmly.

“And who is this lovely creature?” Rick breathed, as if he was only just noticing you. You managed to resist the urge to wrinkle your nose, and kept your polite smile plastered to your face like it was an Olympic sport. 

“Evelyn Davis,” you held out your hand, rather begrudgingly. “I’m Mr Kealey’s PA.”

“PA!” He exclaimed, taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. His skin was damp and unsettlingly cool. 

Jake flinched as Rick’s mouth touched your skin, a small thing, but undeniable. 

The man didn’t let go of your hand straight away. He held it close to his chest and brought up his other hand to rest over the top of it. The sensation was like centipedes crawling up your spine, the urge to swat him away, to wipe his spittle from your skin was nearly undeniable.

“I was sure you would be Me Kealey’s date, not his PA, though I am sure,” he leaned a little closer, pulling your arm towards himself as he did so, “you’re an exceptional PA.”

Oh, this Rick White sure was a swell guy, you sure would be sad if that grand chandelier decided to come loose on his head. 

You didn’t see Jake grit his jaw, but did feel as he moved his arm, your hand leaving the safety of his bicep. 

There was no time to lament the loss of contact however, he swiftly moved closer to you, his arm around your shoulder and resting his hand on your hip. 

His touch light but sure of itself, unmistakable and warm. A flush of heat ran up your neck as you fought the urge to lean into it. 

Jake firmly gripped Rick White’s shoulder with his other hand, a friendly smile plastered to his face that did not touch his eyes. “She is.” 

There was a heartbeat of a second before Rick laughed, thankfully letting go of your hand which you wiped on the side of your dress as discreetly as possible. 

“Come, have a drink with me and my associates!” He gestured to the side, through the nearest door. 

Jake glanced at you, but Rick didn’t leave you a moment to decline. He moved quickly, this time taking Jake by the shoulder and trying to guide both of you into the previously mentioned room. 

Jake tensed further, his free right hand clenching into a fist at his side. If he gritted his jaw any harder he was sure to crack a tooth. 

“We’d love to, of course,” you quickly said, moving to put your hand on Rick’s forearm to stop him from pulling Jake anymore. (And from most likely getting a smack in the face for his efforts.) “Of course we would, but we just have to meet someone first, a small bit of business to get out of the way before we can relax.”

You hated the way Rick’s attention was enwrapped with you, his eyes a little red and glassy. Jake’s grip on your hip tightened, bordering on painful.

“Business before pleasure, I’m afraid.” You added, somehow managing to keep up your tight smile. 

“I can’t tempt you with just one drink first?” 

Oh man, this guy wouldn’t let up.

“It really can’t wait, sadly.” 

“It can’t.” Jake added, voice low and dangerous. 

“Shame!” Rick lamented loudly, obviously a little too drunk to read the barely surface level threat. “Well, I simply must-”

“We’ll just sort everything out and then catch up with you,” you grabbed Jake’s hand and started to move in the opposite direction of where Rick had been trying to lead you. “Later!” You added quickly before disappearing into the crowd of guests. 

You didn’t relax until you’d left the main hall, quickly leading Jake out on the labyrinth of rooms, stuffed with people and artworks that were probably worth more than your life, and out the back into the grounds and gardens. 

It was busy out here too, but the air was cooler now, the sun completely set. 

You breathed deeply and looked out over the garden, at the lights and set up bars and live music, at the guests dancing and talking in groups, even further out to the dark grounds beyond them. 

It was only then that you realised you were still holding Jake’s hand. Another flush of heat ran up your neck and you quickly let go as if you’d been burnt.

“And that’s why we don’t bring twenty two million dollar cars with us on a job.” You said teasingly, giving him a smile and trying to cover your sudden blush. 

He didn’t joke back, still tense and simply nodded once. 

A pang of guilt clawed at your throat. “Jake,” you said softly and moved closer to him, just nudging your shoulder against his arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, you’re right, cariño. I shouldn’t have brought it.” 

You swallowed. “But then I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of you driving me around?” You gave him a hopeful look and, after a moment, he gave you a small smile. It was like being blessed with the first sign of the sun after a long rain. 

Without really thinking you touched his arm lightly with the very tips of your fingers, “besides, something always has to go wrong. I’ll take an annoyingly slimy man kissing my hand over a smack to my face any day.” 

Jake snorted but you saw his line of sight dart to your face. The bruises were still there, lingering under the makeup. 

“Come on,” you took his arm again and began to lead him down the brick steps towards one of the many bars. “Let’s get you a drink.”

You walked in silence for a moment before Jake spoke. “Trying to get me drunk cariño?” You gave him a look, but would be lying if you said you preferred his reserved tone over his teasing. 

“Yes actually.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I want a go driving that car of yours.” 

Jake laughed loudly. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.

[unluckyhoneybee]

hey, it’s me again xD i just wanted to say that the "first driver" fix came out soo good, thank u for working on my request!

if you have time and like the idea, i’d have another readerxdriver request (for whatever driver you think fits best/want to write the most) where the reader is a professional stunt driver (for like hollywood productions) and is hired by the driver’s team to make a video for their youtube account, where both drive in a car, get questions, show of their skills or something (kinda like the video where seb and lance are drifting with the old aston martins or where toto and susie drive around the track, idk if u know what i mean)

and the reader surprises the driver by being quite talented and can drive very well, so when she makes u-turns or drifts, he’s like “fuck, that’s sexy”.

hope that makes sense

xx lilly

Note: I wrote this other two with badass driver! Reader if you want to read them too. (Charles Blurb) (Danny's fic). I have already written about Danny and Charles similar things so it's Pierre's turn. Here we have Pierre driving on manual because it's the hottest shit ever.

"My name is YN YSN and I'm a stunt driver. You have probably seen me on films like Baby Driver, Six Underground or the last Fast and Furious film. Well, not me, but the car I'm driving. Today I'm gonna do this cool video with Pierre Gasly, driver for Alpha Tauri in F1 and well, I hope you enjoy it!"

You and Pierre had already had your presentations. To be fair, when they told him he was doing this with a stunt driver, he was thinking of a male stunt driver. He was a bit of a pick when he looked at you and said a girl. But well, you were good and you knew it, you hadn't driven Vin Disels car for nothing, right?

Pierre was driving first. He was nervous, he was a good driver, obviously. But you were sitting there and he could feel you gaze.

"Okay, I'm gonna ask you questions while you drive." Pierre nodded.

He was trying so hard to concentrate on driving and answering those questions. He wanted to do goo because well, he didn't have the opportunity to impress a pretty girl like you often. Not like this. You were a professional, you would know if he was making mistakes.

"Okay Pierre. You are good at driving fast, we all know that. But... Can you do some drifting?" You told him.

"If that's what you want..."

He would be the biggest show-off. He tried to be like one hand on the wheel and another on the stick the whole time. Like, look how effortlessly I can do this. Which was fun because you could see him struggling sometimes. But yeah, he had a good drifting technique.

"And what about some spinning? Give us some 360°" You were a tease. You had a smirk on your face and were enjoying so much.

He would need a couple of tries to do a full spin, which put some blush on his cheeks and made him curse a couple of times in French.

"Wow! Well done!" You clasped and shouted when he finally managed to make some doughnuts. "Fucking awesome, Pierre"

And he would be so proud and happy after that. He had a smug smile on his face and was looser in the car.

But then it was your turn.

He gasped the moment you pressed the throttle, starting like in those street racing films and leaving black patches in the places the tires were.

Then you started driving like mad around the track, drifting on the corners and being completely fearless. You were in complete control of the car and your skills were the most perfect he had ever seen.

He kept asking questions. "So, how did you get into driving?"

"I watched Thelma and Louise and I wanted to run away from the police too. Then I was told that it's a bit illegal and a few years later I discovered that stunt driver was a job and here I am"

Casually and as you drove like it was nothing, you made a U-turn and drove on the other way.

"Fuck" Was everything Pierre could say.

Then you made a 360º spin and he gasped.

"Fuck, that's sexy" He said after you started spinning on the track, drawing black circles on the pavement and making the engine roar.

You looked at him while doing so, his pupils were blown wide and he was biting his lip.

"Meet me for dinner?" You whisper only loud enough for him to hear.

He would chuckle and nod.

[darkconsumed]

Okay since I've had almost a full day to process what happened last night and most importantly the scene between Jeff and Callie, I'm gonna ramble about that for a moment. Will be under read-more so if you don't want to be spoiled, don't click!

trigger warning: child death/loss

For the longest time, since season one really, I've wondered just how much Jeff knew and how much Shauna had wrote in the journals. So last night confirming that Jeff knew about wilderness baby and that Shauna had written about it, it made sense. It made sense in the way that it explained why he stayed, why he continues to stay, and why he is the way he is with both Shauna and Callie. And despite his comment made in s02ep02 or 03 about them having only one child, looking at that differently now to read between the lines of it meaning they only have one living child.

Whether or not Shauna knows that Jeff knows about wilderness baby, though I would assume she does as it was possibly in her journals, they don't talk about it. @sourfilm and I screamed for a bit about this and how Shauna and Jeff know that he knows and they just don't address it because why drag up one of many painful memories/moments for Shauna? It won't do anything but bring them both pain. Pain that was visible in the way that Jeff told Callie about her older brother, in how he didn't want to be the one to tell her, but that it was the only way for her to understand what her mother really lost out there.

Because it was more than just losing her best friend, fellow teammates, and people she had known for a while. Another thing Jess and I talked about was how Jeff is willing to burden everything as if it were his own. That he would rather carry everything for both Shauna and Callie instead of them doing it because he wants to and needs to protect them. Because I truly do think that he wishes he would have been out there with Shauna to help her with the birth and death of their son. Part of him thinks that that would have helped things, could have changed a few things, but he knows that isn't true.

So that's why he does so much now to make up for what he hadn't been able to do; willing to take the blame for Adam Martin's death/murder so Shauna didn't have to go through one more traumatic thing, trying to shield Callie from knowing about said crimes so that she didn't get messed up from it so soon even though rationally he knew she would suffer when everything came to light, just wanting to protect his girls and keep them safe. Because he would rather be miserable ( it's why he didn't tell Shauna about the store suffering in sales/money ) than let either of them feel it and to carry whatever burden.

Like Jeff truly is a ride or die and will do whatever he can for his two favorite people in the world.

[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

Thoughts During RWBY V9x10 Of Solitude and Self

AHHHHHH! Man can’t believe it’s already here! Let’s get started!

ITS 26 MINUTES!??!?!

More Summer!  And wow that’s such a pretty illustration!

Oh wow, we’re actually getting a lot more.... I feel a gut punch coming.

RAVEN!!!! OH MY GOD WORST MOM HOW ARE YOU!??!? I’VE MISSED YOU!!!! Finally some hint into their dynamic! So Raven knew what Summer was doing?

And Ruby is seeing all of this.... Ruby baby....

Oh hey! Alyx gets a voice! It’s a hallucination created by Herb seemingly but still this is cool. Sounds a little like Anairis...

Oh! Neo’s free!

OH MAN FINAL BOSS FORM!!

There went Jaune’s aura!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The reaction my body just had to hearing the first notes of Red Like Roses! Chills and excitement just rushed through me in one fell swoop!

OH MY GOD THAT SHOT!

TEAM RWBY WHOLE AND FIGHTING TOGETHER AGAIN!!!! NOW I JUST NEED MY TEARY MESS OF A REUNION!!! ....After the fight I mean! 

Ok...well... Does it still count if it’s Neo’s illusion of a Jabberwalker that does it?

So... Are we leaving her here or taking her with us? Let’s see how they play this... I mean... Neo just did some seriously messed up stuff. I don’t see redemption on the table but....

Okay... I can live with this. Neo working on her own metamorphosis... And maybe she’ll be able to come back to Remnant on her own terms. And ... maybe do a out of nowhere save to help and kick Cinder’s butt when she does. Who knows.

...

...

I’M NOT ABOUT TO CRY OVER A MOUSE! I’M NOT ABOUT TO CRY OVER SOMEWHAT! FRICK ME.... PLEASE COME WITH US! I DON’T CARE IF IT BREAKS RULES!

Hello again Blacksmith!

Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting actually extended Brothers lore.

So the Cat and Jabberwalker came about because the Brothers were too lazy to do their own jobs. Wow, what assholes.

“One small kindness, in one small moment, led to such a marvelous transformation.” I’M NOT CRYING! ......(cries for the second time)

Oh.... so he turns back.... Huh. Yeah... not sure how I feel about that. It’s still a 30 something year old mind in there....

And just like that.... we’re in Vacuo.... Oh and look! There’s Amity! Pietro and Maria made it! Lots of ships milling about too...

It’s just the credits WHY AM I CRYING AGAIN!!?!? I’m gonna let them play while I gather myself. Good grief.

Inside. Chatterbox. Trapdoor. Guide My Way (Red Like Roses pt 3), Checkmate, Worthy (BMBLB pt 2), Quiet, The Edge. Phenomenal job Casey! Martin! The whole music team should be so proud! Everything sounded amazing!

Alright, no after credits scene, just an ad for the RWBY x JL stuff. Ok then.

....

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Man guys.... What a good volume. I just.... This was such a needed volume, good god. There’s so much I want to say about it but for now I’m just going to stick with Thank You CRWBY! All of you! You guys worked really hard on this and it shows! You probably won’t see this but thank you for always giving us your best and I can’t wait to see what’s in store next time! See ya’ll for V10.

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

I really loved this finale. It felt like excellent story telling that really connected back to the pilot and came full circle in a beautiful way.

Not gonna lie, I wish Max had stayed but the way it played out really did make sense for his story. And I was beyond happy that he was making Luna a priority while not giving up who he is (like he was practically forced to do in London). I was so relieved with Iggy and Martin, I felt like they were purposely putting me through torture with that one. I think before Wildwin, Iggy x Martin was definitely my OTP of the show, so it was nice to see their story come to a wonderful close. I was so glad that Lauren reunited with her sister, that Floyd got the family he wanted, and that if Wilder had to stay behind, that she got to take over for Max with New Amsterdam. It was an amazing end for a lovely show and I couldn't be more grateful, especially with the Luna twist (my God, talk about spectacular writing, they really did close every layer up minus the one they planned to leave open). I've been watching since day 1 and that to me was definitely a finale worth celebrating.

I know maybe some might not care for the open Wildwin ending, but personally, I loved it. I think Max made his decision back a couple of episodes ago and I think that was really powerful. Despite Max's leaving, what happened between these two and how they left things just felt right to me and open with possibility like the showrunner says here.

You know, when Sharpwin started being hinted at in the show, I despised it. Not because Max and Helen didn't have chemistry, not because Ryan and Freema weren't enjoyable to watch on screen together, but because it felt as if the show quickly killed Georgia off to do fanservice. (and if you've been following me here for a while, you know by now how much I hate that LOL) But I tried my best to give it a shot when it went canon. Despite loathing Helen's response with "I should have never let you in" while Max was happy and glowing, completely in love with her and wanting to show her. But regardless, I slowly came to appreciate it, especially after Helen's speech on the bridge. They had finally showed to the audience, in my opinion, just how real it was for both of them, why it could actually work, and just why Max was making this move. So I was on board. I rooted for the little family they were creating. Then I really couldn't stand it when it became obvious that Max was basically forced into giving up everything in order to make Helen happy by following her to London, though you could tell her heart wasn't fully in it. (I had no idea what was going on bts with Freema's decision to leave the show btw)

For me, not to sound harsh in regards to Max, the moment she jilted him wasn't what had me angry at the pairing again. (that's not to diminish what happened or what he went through) It was the fact that she allowed Luna to call her 'Mummy', allowed Max to keep telling Luna that she was indeed her mom and that they were going to be a family, and then did what she did. Here's the thing: cold feet, I get it. And Iggy was right, Helen was going through A LOT. But doing that to Luna and basically abandoning her...that's unforgivable in my book. Luna had already lost one mom that she never knew and Helen knew that. Tbf to her, she had been hesitant about the mom thing at first when Max went full throttle, but she eventually went with it and formed a full bond with Luna as her mom. And then she just disappears (again, I get it, Freema left the show) from the kid's life, not even making sure she's okay, regardless of where she left things with her dad. Unforgivable.

So for me, Wildwin when it first started being hinted at was such a nice contrast. Don't get me wrong, I love the friends-to-lovers trope, the slow burns, and the whole healing process from a broken heart & falling in love with "what's good for you" but Ryan and Sandra definitely had chemistry, Wilder was there for Max, and I was so glad when the writers went with it. And I was thrilled when Max chose Wilder over Helen, his future vs his past like they say in this article. (and that shot of Luna with Wilder was adorable btw!)

But saying all of that, I'm more than okay with where they left things with Wildwin. I would have been massively disappointed if Max left to find Helen again, taking Luna with him, breaking it off with Wilder in the process. I'm okay with staying open-ended on this one because it leaves things open for possibilities. And while we got closure on the other characters' stories, if you think about it, we really got the theme of "open possibility" with all of them as well. Iggy and Martin have started a new beginning; Lauren and her sister are starting a new beginning together; Floyd is starting a new beginning with his relationship along with his family embracing his dad being around again. And of course, Luna was given her own new beginning as well, which was all tied beautifully to the moments these people chose to become doctors.

I just wanted to gush a little over it. I just really appreciated that they finished out this story right and didn't fall short on anything while attempting to bring it full circle while also bringing it to a close. I will miss these characters but damn if there won't be a rewatch in my future at some point lol.

What a fantastic show!

[janiedean]

I'd like to ask your thoughts on a HOTD question... not trying to drag you into the Discourse Du Jour (god knows I could do without any discourse at all lol), just because you like Jace and the Starks and you can be trusted to have sensible opinions. Do you think Sara Snow really existed and/or will be featured in the show? Most of the fandom (or at least, most people I've seen discussing her) seem to think she didn't and she won't and it would be OOC for Jace otherwise but I'm not sure. When Martin makes his official histories go "oh but of course that theory's ridiculous, it totally didn't happen like that, let's not even consider it for a moment", it makes me think there's at least a grain of truth and it's more about important people dismissing facts that don't align with their vision or sources they think are too beneath them. Plus, the show has taken Mushroom's side on some things in season one, even without taking taking him literally on every detail. And a Targaryen prince hooking up with a "wolf girl" of Winterfell who just happens to be a bastard sounds like both a parallel to Rhaegar and Lyanna and, if the books do go there and it wasn't just made up for GOT, a genderbent version of Jon and Daneerys.

okay first of all sorry for replying so late as stated these weeks were busy af but in order:

premise: the way f&b is written the entire point is that you get the gist of what happened but everything you read is information filtered by one or more sources all of which are somehow biased one way or the other so let's just say that not counting what exactly happened that you know for sure happened you can't know how and you have to do some thinking about it/extrapolate and shit, which you can't do when reading face value which is what 90% of any fanbase in any fandom does this days alas but this stated

the consequence imvho is that generally you should... generally presume the truth is somewhere in the middle while seeing how your source is biased which I think is smth the show did fairly well (swear to got i'm watching the last two eps soon but anyway)

case in point if you read the book at face value al*cent was basically c*rsei except shallower bc obviously you can't get much in depth that way, but as again biased sources, the show extrapolated a much more (imvho) believable and sympathetic characterization without making her a saint or changing what she actually did in book canon/the way the story went and I say this as a 'I'm team black because I dislike most of the greens and anyway their claim was imvho bullshit' person so like I don't have many horses in this race

when Martin makes his official histories go "oh but of course that theory's ridiculous, it totally didn't happen like that, let's not even consider it for a moment" > you are imvho entirely correct in this assessment

with this said

'Do you think Sara Snow really existed and/or will be featured in the show?' the answer is yes to both but I don't think the marriage is actually gonna be a thing

first: if they got married no way that it wouldn't have a future repercussion in the sense that like.. when in og canon robb married jeynew in what seems like similar circumstances (because honestly i feel like this jace/sara thing would be more similar to that than jon/dany bc it implies breaking the betrothal to baela same as robb did with walder frey's daughter while jon and dany would break any betrothals should they get together) the entire realm knew three days later. if mushroom is the only one bringing up this marriage and gyldayn says it's doubtful she existed it means that there's no other source mentioning her or the marriage other than mushroom and it could absolutely be the opposite side trying to trash talk jace/the blacks spreading the rumor, but like if they actually did marry it would have been a known thing and like i don't see why - if it happened - cregan would have kept it hush hush since it meant like... his sister being married to the future crown heir?? that's kinda important?? but somehow that doesn't come up any time the northerners are discussed in the context of the dance? sounds sus

also: the pact of ice and fire (pact of ice and fire come on) is basically 'jace and cregan become friends because jace reminds cregan of his younger brother and cregan decides to pledge to him and jace promised his first daughter to be betrothed to cregan's son' which is like an entirely sensed alliance pact, but like... if jace was married to sara why the fuck would they need to do that since the alliance was already there? like it makes zero sense that if a marriage happened they'd need to sign a marriage pact for kids that at that point would be... sorta half-siblings

that said I doubt mushroom would just make her up out of wanting to diss jace so tbh I think the truth is that this sara does exist, is in the show and has a role in it but as they presented the whole thing until now jace forsaking the engagement with baela when it seems like they're taken with each other (and not betrothed at TWO AND FOUR like in the book) seems kinda ooc and there's no reason for him to do it the way it was with robb being distressed and wanting comfort (since at that point luke is already dead so....) so like I don't think the wedding is likely but I think she existed and that she'll be there and the fact that she existed is the reason why the wedding thing could happen, also because... like if she was cregan's bastard sister and married a future king I doubt northerners wouldn't mention it and it's not mentioned in other asoiaf books nor in any other stark-related role within universe sooo

also like the fact that gyldayn is absolutely xenophobic when he talks about sara most likely means that she exists and she's a pretty nice person

I also don't get why people would discourse savagely over this because like having her exist and them having a friendship or smth would be taking mushroom's side without going all the way and acknowledging gyldayn's while also not going all the way and as stated I think truth is in the middle here anyway like I think she existed but the marriage didn't

about the parallels... I see your point but not counting that lyanna was trueborn, I think the parallel is actually the pact not jace/sara, I mean, the pact of ice and fire is about starks and targs joining houses at some point (presumably following generation) which ofc doesn't happen because jace dies, but... if r+l=j which is a thing then it's stark/targs joining houses, and if the song of ice and fire is the song of tptwp........ well I've been saying for ages that this series is titled a song of jon snow whatever ppl think so like the pact is just predicting jon's existence imvho and that's the one parallel I see in this sense

wrt jon and dany honestly at this point I think they might hook up in main books but aren't an endgame ship bc idt martin wants to do targ restoration and as stated I've thought for ages that dany survives and goes back khaleesing in essos and jon becomes king long enough to fix stuff and separate the kingdoms and then goes off with the wildlings later so like as I don't think it's endgame I wouldn't go there but I see what you mean so if it's a thing it could be but I honestly don't think they're going there

tldr: yes she exists, yes she is in the show, no there's no marriage, both sources are biased against the northerners and they can choke on it xD

[possums-are-awesome]

The Missing Mr. Stompy

(The villains were discussing yet another plan, they were okay with Dabio and Rex bringing Emily with them, they knew she wouldn't be too much of a bother.)

*Everything was great, until Emily started to cry.*

Emily:*cries*

Donita: Dabio, your daughters crying again, go check that out.

Dabio:*goes to check on Emily*

Rex: I hope she's alright..

Paisley: I bet she's fine..

*a few minutes later*

Donita: You're back already?! Emily's still crying!

Dabio: Uhh, where's her elephant..?

Rex: Her elephant's gone..?!

Dabio: I think..

Rex: Guys, that elephant is her favorite thing! If we don't find it, who knows how loud she's gonna get!

Emily:*starts throwing a HUGE baby tantrum*

Zach: *covers his ears* Agh! What was that!

Rex: That was Emily..!

Zach: Why is she screaming..?!

Rex: Her favorite toy, you know, the elephant..is GONE!

Zach: GONE?! She never looses that thing!

Rex: She's a baby, Zach! A baby!

Paisley: Let's just find the thing, okay?!

Rex: You're right, but who's gonna try and get Emily calmed down a little bit?

Dabio: I'll do it.

Rex: You sure?

Dabio: Yeah!

Rex: Alright!

*Dabio rushed to where Emily was while the other villains were looking for Mr. Stompy*

Rex:*looking* Where is it?!

Donita: This thing is hard to find!

*with Dabio*

Dabio:*holding Emily* Shh, shh... It's alright. *found her elephant pacifier* You want your paci? Is that what you want? * Put the pacifier in her mouth*

Emily:*sucked on it for a bit, but then began crying again with the pacifier in her mouth*

Dabio: Oh no..!

*almost half an hour later*

Gourmand: I swear, that thing could be anywhere..!

Zach: *thinks for a moment* What about those Wild Ratts?! Maybe they stole her elephant!

Donita: Yeah, They probably did!

Paisley: Let's get them!

*they arrived*

Paisley: Hello.

Martin: Paisley?! What are you doing here?!

Chris: Yeah! Is this another kidnapping?!

Paisley: We're on the search for a stuffed elephant. *glares at them* Do you have it..?

Martin: No..! We would never take something that isn't ours, unlike all of you..!

Rex: Shut up..!

Chris: What..? It's true!

Zach: Listen here, you Wild Ratts! We want that plushie back, now!

Chris: We didn't even steal it..!

Donita: Oh yeah? Prove it then!

Martin: *notices an animal holding the exact plushie Emily has* That animal has it! *points at it*

Gourmand: Get it!

Aviva: Stop right there, villains! *somehow snached Donita's posebeam and got them with it*

Chris: I don't think we can trust you guys enough to do this without harming the animal. Let us do it.

Zach: I mean, were pose beamed anyways..!

*The Kratt brothers then get the plushie back with out the animal being harmed.*

Aviva:*un pose beamed them* There.

Rex: *snatches it* Thanks! Emily needs this..fast!

Rex: *gives it back to Emily* There you go, honey.

Emily:*stops crying and giggles while hugging Mr. Stompy*

Donita: Aww!~ My little darlings happy now!~ yes, she is!~

*THE END*

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

*Jackson was a bit confused as you say no, thinking you meant you wanted to stay, a pang of sadness hitting him as you said you didn’t want to go home and he realizes that he wasn’t even thinking of bringing you to that apartment but bringing you back to his, not wanting to take his eyes off you* No, of course… I’d never let you go back there… we can go ho- back to mine, if you want? *his voice was soft and tender as he spoke, it being at a decimal he never spoke to anyone before, it being reserved only for you, his thumb still holding onto your chin so gently, your skin feeling so hot and flushed under his touch* *he felt his body starting to sag away from the anger and into care mode, you being the sole focus in his mind right now, Matt being an afterthought, the party being a distant, distant memory, all he knew was that he needed to get some medicine on your lip and to clean up the blood* *his chest smarts as you speak, not really knowing what to say or what to do, knowing that tearing into Matt’s character right now wouldn’t help, you just needed support, Jackson wishing that someone in his life had ever cared for him like this so he’d know what to do, his brows furrow as you start to shake, going into instinct mode, just needing you to be okay* Hey, it’s okay… it’s okay. You’re okay. *he quickly strips off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your arms, not sure if the warmth would help but he hoped so* *his hand moved from your chin ever so gently until he was cupping your cheek, wiping at the dried tears there, your skin being just as soft as he always imagined* It’s gonna be okay. Let’s get you into the car and get you cleaned up, yeah? It’s gonna be okay, I promise. *he instinctually takes a step closer to you, not wanting to invade your personal space but wanting to be there in case you needed something to cling to* *he slips his cellphone out of his pocket, hitting Martin’s speed dial, bringing it to his ear, telling Martin where he was before hanging up, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke, his thumb still rubbing gentle circles against your skin* 

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*i was crumbling, now the shock was wearing off and I was processing what had happened, feeling overwhelmed and struggling to catch my breath as they come in short pants, trembling and tears just flowing from my eyes as I don’t blink and just stare at you, letting our a quiet little whimper as my bloody lip trembles, more bothered by Matt’s attitude and his blatant disrespect for my wishes tonight, the emotion of the evening just hitting me as I slump a little when you wrap your jacket around me, letting out a small sigh of relief as your smell and warmth envelopes me, closing my eyes for a moment before you were cupping my jaw and my breath hitched at the tender contact, looking up at you with bright blue teary eyes as I listen to your words of reassurance, truly believing you* *nods a little and sniffs as you wipe my tears, leaning my head into your hand sighing softly, not saying anything but just leaning into your hold as you step closer, my hands coming out to rest on your chest for support before realising all I wanted was a proper hug, needing to feel safe as I lean my head on your chest, closing my eyes as my head rests over your heart, the rhythmic thumping helping to calm me* T-Thank you. *whispers, thanking you for everything, being there, for holding me, for protecting me, for keeping me safe, and most importantly being on my side and standing up for me*

[nat-20s]

8 for jmart?

#8- constantly cheacking their messages for words from the other

what else was I gonna do? here's some classic ol' season 3 pining babey

Hello Martin. This is Jon. I have gotten a new phone after losing my last one, please put in the new number.

It's a simple message. Straightforward, factual, and utilitarian. There is no reason that pressing send should make his heart race. There's especially no reason that the second he sends it off, he's tempted to lie on the deeply uncomfortable, likely bedbug infested motel mattress staring at his screen until he gets a response. Sure, he's sick of being overseas, and he's sick of being so isolated, and he's sick of running, but he's not...desperate for what little companionship can even be provided by words on a screen.

He does miss Martin, though. He misses Tim as well, but in a manner that's significantly more complex and knotted than the simple desire to be around him.

God, when did he start wanting to just be around Martin? He started being aware of that want when he was at Georgie's, but he has no idea when the want itself actually started. That was probably something he should examine. Technically speaking, that is something that he has time to examine, but he doesn't want to examine right now. Right now, he wants the comfort of perhaps one of the only people out there that doesn't want to kill him, or use him, or both.

Martin, whether through somehow sensing Jon's discontent from nearly 4000 miles away or, more likely, through a general dutifulness inherent to his character, only takes a few minutes to reply. Oh good! it'd been a little bit since hearing from you, we were somewhat worried. putting you in my contacts as we speak :)!

Saying that "we" were worried is almost certainly generous on Martin's part, but Jon feels no need to point that out. Instead he turns on his side and stares at the phone. He particularly focuses on the smiley face, ridiculously charmed by the fact that, despite everything, Martin hasn't lost his predilection for emojis. Two years ago, he would've rolled his eyes, maybe thought something snide about professionalism. It wouldn't have been fair, as Tim used to do the same thing and he thought nothing of it, but he wasn't fair back then. Now, he simply wonders if he can get away with sending one back.

Before he can respond, Martin sends another message. Are you actually alright? I realized I was kind of assuming that losing your phone was the only reason you were MIA, but is anything else going on?

Damn. He tends to forget how perceptive Martin can be. What, exactly, Martin had perceived in that first message, Jon couldn't be sure, but apparently there was something that tipped him off to the..eventful last week he'd had. He really, really doesn't feel like getting into all of that right now, especially not over text, so instead he replies a mostly truthful I'm fine.

Then, squinting at the screen and realizing that might come across as a dismissal, he adds, Well, other than trying not to contemplate the general sanitation practices of a motel that clearly hasn't updated it's decor since the 70s. I'm suspecting the sheets are much the same.

He doesn't know how Martin will react to the message. He can't see the face he'll make, won't know the tone of his voice. However, he likes to imagine that Martin will at least smile. Maybe he'll even give that breath of a laugh, the one that sometimes happens when Jon's being lightly acerbic and it's not directed at him. He doesn't know, but he does hope for it. Martin texts back Oof. Maybe sleep on top of the covers tonight, yeah?, and Jon thinks that he might have guessed Martin's reaction correctly.

Christ, who knew all it took was a combination of jetlag and threats to turn him into a sap. He needs to sleep. He really needs a deep, proper, uninterrupted sleep, one lasting a minimum of eight hours and ideally closer to fifteen. Checking the time, it would be a fairly reasonable time to sleep, especially with the early start he has tomorrow. He considers sending off a quick good night message, but then has the realization that as reasonable as it is for him to be asleep right now, it's just as unreasonable for Martin to be awake. Are you alright? Good lord, Martin, it's almost 4am over there. Did I wake you?

Barely 30 seconds pass before he gets back no, you're good!

A beat, then a follow up message. I've had a irregular sleep schedule since I was like 16. A lot of evening and night shifts had a lasting impact u know? Working at the institute made it a bit more consistent but it's still p rare that i sleep the same eight hours night to night.

Jon's starts to text back something sympathetic; he's had his own struggles with both in- and hyper- somnia, but his phone buzzes in his hand before he can finish it.

Sorry! That was uh probably more information than you wanted.

Well, that just won't do. Even if there wasn't a part of his brain that had recently started collecting facts about Martin like they were precious jewels instead of mostly mundane stories, he doesn't want Martin to think he can't talk to him about things outside of the standard bounds of coworkers. Not at all. We're friends, Martin, I enjoy learning about you.

His brain wants to catastrophize the second he presses send. For the first minute that Martin doesn't reply, he doesn't let it. After the second minute, he allows the minor worry to become more severe. Had it been too much? Were they friends? Jon certainly thought so, but what if Martin wasn't in the same boat? Their interactions had been entirely friendly for months now, but what if that was just Martin being polite? God, what if Martin still thought of Jon as his boss, nothing more?

Ten minutes. It takes ten minutes for Martin to finally respond, and Jon has almost called him four times to explain himself. Ten minutes, and the first response is only Oh!

Then: Cool

Well, that's not a "piss off and die", but it's not exactly comforting. Jon doesn't know how to reply, staring at the words on his screen and not entirely sure if he's fucked up or not. Fortunately, Martin's not done responding, and the next message is much, much better.

Hey uh. Feel free to say no I know it's getting late over there but. Im not getting back to sleep for the rest of the day and itd be nice to actually hear you. Would you be okay with a call?

Without a moment's hesitation, he texts back Yes!, exclamation and all, because he's become someone he barely recognizes. The phone rings just as immediately, and he feels his entire body relax at Martin's first "Hello?"

Things are difficult right now. Things have been difficult ever since the promotion that was a curse in disguise. The world is filled with monsters he barely understands. He wishes he was home despite the fact that he barely recognizes it, as filled with tension and strife as it is. There's so much to discuss, so many things they should be hammering out. But right now, the threats are not pressing. Right now, he can hear about the bad true crime documentary Martin half-watched before he got Jon's texts, and Jon can bitch about the three different "pip pip cheerio" comments he's gotten since coming over seas. Right now, and for the hour before Jon drifts off, breathing slow and deep, he can pretend that this is an ordinary phone call, in an ordinary world, between two people who simply miss each other an extraordinary amount.