#or better yet a whole Jake Lockley spin off

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Pics of Oscar Isaac channeling his inner Jake Lockley that I found on Pinterest for an inspo for my steven/jake fanfic

Enjoy

Bonus

Jake is a talented guitarist, I won’t take any criticism in that statement.

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Anna Drabble

chapter summary: 2 years prior flashback from Anna's perspective

rating: 18+ (no minors please) Explicit

word count: ~650 words

warnings etc: mature language used, but nothing graphic or of note. Drinking mentioned

A/N: Hi guys! If you've looked at the masterlist for "Something Else" you'll see that I've added a couple drabbles into the mix of prepared parts. These drabbles will be short in nature, but give some further context to the story that I think is important. I've gone out of my way with this series to make sure I only write from reader and Frankie's eyes respectively, but it most certainly doesn't give the whole picture, and I think it is important to remember that! How good are these people in this story? Is the version we are reading from an accurate depiction, or is it missing context? etc etc. Anyway, let me know what you guys think about Anna and this general situation that I've gotten many messages and comments on!

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Anna remembered hopping through your window one night, seeing you curled on your side with your eyes closed. She glanced around, the room dark but a sliver of light shining through the bottom of the door. She had to stay quiet, knowing your dad was still awake, drinking in the kitchen. 

She had slid her shoes off by your desk and slid into the bed next to you, gently moving the hair out of your face with nimble fingers. You had woken just enough to let the tears start falling again, Anna’s arms wrapped around you to hug you tight. She remembered how she told you everything would be fine, that she wished her mom had run away too, and that you were lucky. You both knew she was lying, but Anna was determined to make you feel better; to stop the tears.

Seeing you now, glowing with a small smile and a flush on your cheeks, Anna thought that maybe you were better. It had been years since your mom had left, and months since your boyfriend said you weren’t the one. Anna had handled that the same way-crawl into your bed, wrap you up like the big sister she always wished she had been, and hold you until you said you were okay. 

Anna’s night was not going as well as yours. She knew it when she had walked down the sidewalk from her new apartment alone. Her mom had called and tried to berate her for not being married yet. 

“You’re in your late twenties, Anna. I’m tired of waiting for you to get your act together.”

“Mom, I can’t just force someone to be with me.”

“Well if you would quit whoring around–”

Anna had hung up very quickly after that. If her mom didn’t want her whoring around, then that was exactly what Anna was planning to do. 

“Hey!” You interrupt her thoughts as she sucks down another drink. Long Island iced tea; Anna had big plans of getting fucked up. She didn’t want to tell you what her mom had said. You had idolized her since your mom left, and Anna wasn’t going to be the one to bring that banner down. “I brought Brad!”

Brad. Anna could go for a “Brad” right now. “Where is he? I need someone to dick me down.”

Anna misses the way you furrow your brow at her, a light laugh leaving your lips. “I think he’s in the bathroom. Said he would be just a minute.”

She nods, looking around briefly to see if there is anyone better. You and Anna had met Brad about a week ago, for when you needed to quote “be dicked down by some frat-looking asshole” and had happily gone with him to the back of his truck. Just a quick fuck as far as Anna was concerned, being brought around as an offering. 

When Anna doesn’t find anyone, she turns to you to hand you her empty glass. “You alright with me taking him for a spin? It’s been a shit day.” This wasn’t the first time Anna or you had said something to the same effect. Not that you typically shared, but the joke had been passed back and forth on multiple occasions. This was no different, except Anna planned on moving forward with it. 

Anna misses your hesitation, and only hears the “Yeah, go for it.” before stepping toward the bathroom where you said he would be. She finds him leaning against the wall, kissing some other girl in kitten heels and a blue shirt. 

“Hey, Brad.” Anna slurs. She doesn’t know when that started to happen. Maybe the Long Island was a mistake. “I need to talk to you.” 

Brad was quick to allow Anna to paw at his hair, eager for any type of attention. He was the epitome of a fuck boy-it was exactly why you had picked him. Anna knew that this wasn’t someone either of you could be with long term, but as a way to get back at her mother? Perfect solution.