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In Living Color

Chapter 25

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July 25th, 2022

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons. 

“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.” 

Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod. 

Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming. 

“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter. 

“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.” 

Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously. 

“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.” 

“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?” 

“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.” 

He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed. 

“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.” 

“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.” 

Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.” 

“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans. 

Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.” 

Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them. 

“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips.  “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…” 

“Why’s that?” 

A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…” 

He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?” 

“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud. 

Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.” 

“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.” 

“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly. 

“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away. 

Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,” 

“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?” 

The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.” 

Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever. 

He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life. 

Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly. 

When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more. 

“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear. 

She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off. 

Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.” 

She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment. 

“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?” 

“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.” 

“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?” 

Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened 

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.” 

“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away. 

But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever. 

“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.” 

“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice. 

“Are you sure, Nat?” 

Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.” 

“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” 

Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face. 

Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her. 

Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone. 

She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her. 

But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return. 

And then Chris came into her life. 

So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface. 

Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of. 

So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment. 

So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning. 

But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck. 

[storiesforallfandoms]

bad idea, right? ~ joseph quinn

word count: 2789

request?: no

description: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

pairings: joseph quinn x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

semi based on this song

We didn't intend on reconnecting. It was a complete accident. A coincidence, even. We were both out with our friends at the same bar. It had been months since we broke up, and it was one of my first outings post-break up. Despite the fact that the relationship hadn't ended poorly, it was still hard to process. I spent a lot of nights crying to rom-coms with my friends afterwards.

I didn't expect to see him there. Actually, for once, I had fully forgotten that Joseph even existed. I was just excited to be out for the night, to have a good time with my friends.

It wasn't even me who saw him first. One of my friends, Fiona, who is incredibly sweet but also incredibly lightweight, gasped and leaned towards me to ask, "Isn't that Joseph?!"

Lynn, my best friend, elbowed Fiona as I whipped around to see where she had been looking. As she said, there he was - the beautiful, chocolate button eyed man I had been in love with for so long. He hadn't seen me yet. He was at the bar with a few of his friends, sat around and chatting. My heart started to pound as I turned back to my friends.

"Do you want to leave?" Lynn asked.

"No," I said. "I let him keep me from having fun for long enough. I'll just...avoid him as much as I can. Maybe he'll do the same if he sees me."

Lynn gave me a skeptical look, but decided to respect my wishes.

For the most part, the plan was a success. The girls and I moved to the dance floor once we all had enough drinks in us, and Joseph became a distant after thought.

That was, until I stumbled off the dance floor to get myself some water. I could tell that the alcohol was starting to get to me in a way that I would regret in the morning if I didn't try to sober up a little bit. I pushed through the crowd at the bar and asked the bartender for an ice water. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I waited, until I heard a familiar voice say, "(Y/N)?"

That voice sobered me up better than any water could.

I turned to see Joseph stood basically right next to me. He looked as shocked as I felt. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Luckily, the bartender gave me my water, so I used that as an excuse to try and get away.

"Wait!" Joseph said, reaching out to grab hold of my arm. He quickly let go just as soon as he grabbed me. "Sorry. I just...I didn't expect to see you."

"I didn't expect to see you, either," I said.

"Are you...here with anyone?"

I knew what his question meant, and I was a little surprised to hear him ask. "Just my friends. Lynn and the girls."

Is that relief I see on his face?"

"I'm here with the guys," he said, gesturing over his shoulder towards his friends. "I just got home from filming, they wanted to celebrate me being back."

"Aren't you tired from being away filming for so long?"

Joseph sighed, as if me asking him that lifted a weight off of his chest. "I'm so tired. I had such a long flight, too, but the lads wanted to go out right away because they're all busy the next few days."

"How long are you in town for?"

"Indefinitely. I have nothing else lined up right now until I have to do promo for A Quiet Place: Day One."

Why did I ask that? He's going to think I want to see him while he's home. I can't see him. We're broken up, I've mourned this relationship and let it go.

But have I? If I had, why did I ask him how long he's in town for? Why am I still here talking to him when I'm sure he would let me walk away if I tried to.

"It's good to see you," he said.

"It's good to see you, too," I said. I was surprised to find that I meant it, too.

We both stood in silence for a moment. I knew I should walk away, just end this whole interaction and go out separate ways. But my feet just wouldn't move. I just stood there, looking at him, every good memory I had from our year long relationship running through my mind. Despite my attempts to try to move on from our relationship the last few months, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to pull him in and kiss him.

"Can we meet up while I'm home?" he asked. "Just...talk about things?"

Bad idea! Do not say yes!

"Yeah, okay," I responded.

Stupid!

His eyes lit up. "Okay. Um, do you have the same phone number?"

I nodded, unable to form the one word response. He still had my phone number? I thought he would've deleted it, considering he was the one who ended our relationship. I still had his, but only due to the fact that I had memorized it. Lynn deleted his number from my phone, but I never told her I had added it back in about a week later after a particularly hard night.

"I'll text you tomorrow, yeah?"

I nodded again. He smiled and reached out as if he were going to hug me. He hesitated, so I closed gap instead, grateful for the contact.

I thought he wouldn't remember, so I didn't bring it up to my friends. I didn't even tell them that I had been talking to him. I figured it was just one time, one night of momentary happiness, before I fell back into the sea of despair over my ended relationship.

So, imagine my surprise when I got a text message the next morning that read, "hey, i understand if you changed your mind, but that offer to meet up is still open."

As you can probably imagine, Lynn wasn't happy when I told her.

"You what?!"

I winced. "I didn't think he'd remember! It was late enough into the night that I figured he was a few drinks deep, and by the morning he wouldn't remember even seeing me."

"So you're not actually going to see him, right?"

I looked down at my lap, unable to look her in the eye.

Lynn groaned, "(Y/N)..."

"I know, I know. It's a bad idea to go."

"It's a terrible idea! You're still trying to get over your breakup. Going to meet up with him is just going to open old wounds."

She was right, and I hated that she was right. I had this sliver of hope that maybe meeting up with Joseph would result in us rekindling our relationship, but I knew that was unlikely. Joseph had broken up with me months ago because of how quickly his career had suddenly taken off after Stranger Things. It was like he went from a low profile actor to one of the most sought after actors. First it was Hoard, which was filmed right after Stranger Things. Then he was cast in A Quiet Place: Day One, which was an insanely big deal. And then right after that was Gladiator 2, an even bigger deal.

Between filming and press tours, I knew I wasn't going to see Joseph very often. That revelation hurt, but I knew he was happy, and if he was happy then I was happy. I would push through the long nights of missing him, the mornings waking up and wishing he was in bed next to me, the lonely feeling in the pit of my stomach. All of it was worth it to see him thrive.

But, Joseph didn't see things the same way, apparently. Because, just before he left to film A Quiet Place: Day One, he sat me down and told me he thought it would be best for me if we broke up.

"I don't want you to always be waiting for me," he had said. "You deserve to be happy with someone who will always be around and can give you everything you want. And, with the way my career is going right now, I don't think I can be that person for you."

As much as I wanted this meeting to end with us getting back together, I knew it was highly unlikely that Joseph would've changed his mind. It had only been months, and he still had so much on his plate. Just because he was home now until he had to leave and do more promo didn't mean he suddenly was no longer busy.

Lynn was right, I shouldn't go to the meeting. It was a bad idea. But, at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to cancel it.

So, that's how I found myself in the coffee shop where Joseph and I had our first date, waiting for him to show up. I wondered if he had intentionally picked this place for us to meet, or if it had been a coincidence.

I wasn't sure which option would hurt less.

I looked up as the bell over the front door chimed, and the familiar face of the love of my life looked around the room. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled and made his way over to where I was sitting.

"Hey," he said as he slid into the booth across from me. "You're early."

"I wanted to make sure I got us a spot to sit. I expected it to be busier here today."

It was a Sunday afternoon, which I figured would be prime time for a coffee shop to be busy. Besides Joseph and I, there was only one other person in the place - someone who was typing away at a laptop a few tables over.

"I got you a coffee," I told him as I slid the cup towards him. "Your usual."

He beamed at me. "You remembered."

"It hasn't been that long since I was making you your usual," I reminded him.

He nodded and looked down at the cup in front of him. An awkward tension filled the air. I wondered if what I said was wrong. Should I have brought up our relationship? Were we going to pretend we hadn't dated for a year? That we hadn't talked about marriage and planning our futures together in that year?

"There's so much I wish I could take back," Joseph said, finally. "I wish I hadn't...I wish I hadn't been so stupid all those months ago."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He sighed, the air from his mouth disrupting the steady flow of steam coming from his coffee. "I thought I was doing right by you by ending our relationship before my career got so hectic. I thought...I thought it would've been better for you if you could be with somebody who didn't have to be away for long periods of time and leave you by yourself."

"That wasn't really something for you to decide, though," I pointed out. "Not without talking to me first."

"I know."

"You just ended our relationship out of nowhere. I thought everything had been fine, and then suddenly..." I trailed off, feeling a lump form in my throat as I remembered that day months ago. I shook my head, trying to hold back any tears. "It was like the whole issue wasn't even up for discussion. You had decided we were over, that was it. The end."

"I know," he repeated. "And, God, do I ever feel like such a fucking idiot because of it."

"Good. You should, because you were an idiot."

I didn't say it maliciously, and luckily Joseph picked up on that. He chuckled. "Yeah, I was a massive idiot."

There was another moment of silence. I raised my coffee cup to my lips, blowing on it a little before taking a sip.

"I don't suppose there's any chance at trying to start over?"

The coffee slipped down my throat the wrong way as I reacted to his question. I quickly put the cup down and coughed up the hot liquid. The person a few tables over looked at us, interested but uncaring, before turning back to her laptop.

"Are you okay?" Joseph asked, a light chuckle in his voice.

"You couldn't have waited until after I swallowed to ask that?" I retorted.

"Okay, maybe that was bad on my part, you're right."

Once I had finally finished my coughing fit, I cleared my throat and sat up straighter to look at him.

"Are you serious?" I asked him.

"About starting over?" I nodded. "I am serious. (Y/N), you have to believe me when I say these last few months have been hell for me, too. I missed hearing your voice every day, or seeing your texts come in. When I got word that I was coming home for an indefinite period of time, I almost called you to tell you on instinct. I made the biggest mistake by breaking up with you. I know that will never go away and it will likely always be something that hangs over us, but I would do anything to prove to you how much I do still love you."

I was so sure I was dreaming. There was no way this was real. This was exactly what I had wanted to happen, so surely it must've been a dream, right?

But the burning in my chest from swallowing hot coffee the wrong way told me I wasn't dreaming. Joseph was actually here, sat across from me and looking at me with those big brown eyes that I loved so much, asking me if we could try to start over in our relationship. Obviously, I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him and tell him that of course I wanted to get back together with him. This was all I had wanted for months since we broke up. But, the more rational part of me (the part that sounded like Lynn, actually) told me not to go there just yet.

"You really hurt me, Joseph," I reminded him.

"I know I did. I know I'm sorry isn't enough, but I am so sorry for doing what I did to you."

"If we are giving this relationship another shot, then you have to promise me that you will talk to me about this stuff before you make big decisions like that. I understand that you were trying to think of me in that moment, but if you had talked to me before deciding to just break up with me, I would've told you that I wanted to be with you even if I don't get to see you for long periods of time. I was so happy for you to be getting those roles, Joe. I was excited to hear the stories from sets and to get to watch you grow. The feeling of loneliness was a very small price to pay if it meant getting to see you be happy."

He looked away from me again. "I guess...I didn't really think of it that way."

"Because you were being an idiot."

He smiled. "Yeah, I was."

"A colossal idiot."

"A mega idiot."

"A mega, colossal idiot."

We both laughed then. Joseph's hand started to reach out towards me, but then he hesitated. I reached out the rest of the way and intertwined my fingers with his.

"Will you give me another shot, (Y/N)?" he asked again. "I promise I will never be such a mega, colossal idiot again."

I nodded. "Of course I'll give you another shot."

His entire face lit up with happiness. He squeezed my hand before tugging on it, pulling me a little closer as he leaned over the table to kiss me. It was only a quick peck, like he was testing the waters, but it was all I needed. It was what I had been wanting for so long now, just to feel his lips against mine again.

When he sat back, his hand still in mind, I gave it another squeeze and asked, "Are you allowed to tell me any stories from A Quiet Place? Or is it all top secret, hush hush?"

He smiled. "You know I'd tell you anything, even if it was top secret."

And just like that, we fell back into a usual routine. It was as if the last few months apart had never happened. And I was more than happy to forget it had.

[missingmark]

― who you gonna call? pt.1

the boys know they'll always have someone to call when they need them. that someone in question being you, luckily that feeling is more than mutual.

‧₊˚ matt x gn!reader

‧₊˚ warnings: light swearing, otherwise very very wholesome :)

‧₊˚ word count: 840

‧₊˚ pt.2 ( nick ) | pt.3 ( chris ) | masterlist

( 𝖒. ) ; you call him when it all feels like way too much

You had almost fallen asleep in Matt's car if it weren't for the enthusiastic rambling of your best friend next to you. One of his hands would sometimes leave the steering wheel to comb through his hair or emphasize his words with some sort of gesture. Your eyes, even half lidded, would follow his movement, your head against the window in the passenger seat

He had offered to pick you up from college after hearing how awful your day was.

"-and, I don't know what happened but Nick suddenly developed a weird obsession with Po from Kung Fu Panda, it's like all he talks about. Can you believe it? Chris has to leave the room any time it starts."

If you weren't so tired you would have giggled at his story, but any movement seemed to drain your energy even more and you were saving it up for having to peel yourself from the seat and walking into their home.

Matt insisted on assisting you, carrying you on his back into the house as he continued to talk.

"Yesterday I walked in on him reading an article called "25 inspirational Kung Fu Panda Quotes that will change your life forever" and when I tried to address it he just hissed at me. He hissed."

Chris looked up from his place on the couch, a smile forming on his face at the sight of the two of you. He, too, was forced to listen to your whining in the group chat about your hard day.

"Move," Matt muttered once he stood in front of his brother, turning around and letting you plop onto the couch with a small thud, your head landing in Chris' lap.

"Ouch! Dude, your head is heavy as fuck."

You opened one eye to glare up at him.

"Cuz it's full of knowledge, stupid."

"I highly doubt that, considering you literally sat through the wrong class today and didn't notice for the whole 50 minutes."

"How do you know that?!" You yelled, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Cuz you literally spammed us all about it in the group chat today, you goof."

"Oh god." You mumbled into your hands, not noticing the third brother also entering the room, leaning over the couch to offer you some of his sympathy.

"Why did I even want to become a film major, who put this insane stupid dummy-dumb idea into my head?!" You groaned, kicking your legs in frustration.

"Because you made a compilation of Nick falling down when we were in middle school and you called it your magnum opus," Chris recalled, stroking your head in sympathy.

"That was a pretty funny video," Matt mumbled under his breath.

"I should quit," You murmured only to be met with disagreement from your friends.

"Sure you're having a bit of a tough day, but you'll get through it," Nick tried to cheer you up, "You'll be done with college soon anyway."

"But if you want to take a bit of a break, we'll understand, maybe skip some classes tomorrow to get a good rest and-"

"That's a terrible idea, Chris! They already missed one of their classes today. If you skip you'll just be farther behind with the material."

Nick walked over to you, taking your hands in his as he looked deep into your eyes.

"A real warrior never quits," he smiled.

You almost smiled back.

"Po said that in the first Kung Fu Panda, but to be honest the second one is like-"

"Ok. I have to leave," Chris mumbled, lifting your head as gentle as he could despite the sudden spike in rage that was building up in him at his brothers words.

He walked towards the kitchen only for Nick to follow after him.

"What?! What's your problem with the panda? You hater!" Their voices grew faint. Only you and Matt being left at this point.

He walked over towards you, lying down on the couch too and pulling you into his chest.

"I believe in you. Never ever tell him I said this but Nick is right; don't quit, okay? Rest a bit now and I'll help you with your assignments once you wake up."

You grinned into his sweatshirt and let the tiredness finally take over your body.

i wrote this while watching schaffrillas production review kung fu panda 2.

i hope you enjoyed, luv u <3

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

The angel on my shoulder: Shipping real people is bad. They could find it and become very uncomfortable. It it highly disrespectful to them and their significant others.

The devil on my shoulder: John Lennon coming back from the dead to fuck Paul McCartney in the ass is the greatest contribution to humanity ever known

[elliyoyo]

Elliyoyo's Masterlist (04/2024)

This has everything from my entire time on Tumblr (2017 to now). Being updated as I post more, and edited when one of my brain cells kick in. Hope you enjoy, love you guys <3

Baldur's Gate 3:

Adverse Effects (Gale Dekarios) - You give Gale a ring to help his condition, but don't check its magical properties first. He ends up hot and bothered, and that's on you, good leader.

Burn Notice:

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera (Sam Axe) - You get bored and strike up some spicy chit chat with your boyfriend Michael while on a stake out... Oh shit, is that Michael?

Playing Couple's Therapist (Sam Axe) - You and Fiona grab a couple drinks, and to no surprise, Sam shows up to get drunk beside friends. But friends turns to more when you make a confession he won't let you avoid.

Fallout:

The First High (Hancock) - You have a sesh with everyone's favorite mayor. Shooting the shit and taking some hits... Not the worst way the apocalypse could be going.

Hamilton:

I Make the Reporter Beat Box (Lin Manuel Miranda) - You're interviewing LMM and he decides to make you beatbox for him.

SlytherLin (Lin Manuel Miranda) - For Lin, the boggart turns into a battered and beaten version of you. He realizes some things, and acts on them.

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (Modern!Lafayette) - You get a kiss at midnight from the resident French man.

Saved (Modern!Alexander Hamilton) - You're fed up and decide its time to end it, but a peculiar stranger talks you down.

Home (Modern!George Washington) - Your identifying as trans has taken you down a dark, terrifying road with your family. Luckily, your childhood best friend George gives you the option to leave that behind and live with him.

Horror Films:

Hell Hath No Fury Like Two Mad Scientists Scorned (Herbert West) - Dan and Meg try to care for you after Dr. Hill nearly forces himself on you, but nobody would've thought Herbert would've been the one to actually help you.

Say That One More Time? (Herbert West + Dan Cain) - You make an announcement that blows both boys' minds... once Herbert takes a moment to process it.

Herbert West/Reader/Dan Cain Poly HCs - How the boys would be in a relationship, SFW and NSFW.

Marvel:

Christmas Eve (Bucky Barnes) - Bucky is away on a mission, and you give him one last call before Christmas.

Decorating the Tree (Bucky Barnes) - You and Bucky can't seem to keep your hands to yourself while decorating Tony's humongous XXXL Christmas tree.

Eleven O'Clock (Jessica Jones) - You're desperate to find your cat, so you visit an old friend and rekindle some flames between you two.

The Infamous Pancake Order (Loki Laufeyson) - Loki accidentally orders 37 boxes of pancake mix. That's it. That's the fic.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe (Loki Laufeyson) - Thanks to Mr. Wonderful Tony Stark, you and the newest Avenger friend end up having a small lesson in Midgardian traditions.

Dark Blue Suit (Tom Hiddleston) - You just can't help yourself when Tom dresses himself up all dapper for interviews or red carpets.

Baking Cookies (Natasha Romanoff) - You will simply perish if you stop sneaking cookie dough from the bowl Nat is scooping from... but you might actually die if she keeps catching you.

Cookie Craving (Peter Parker) - Late night munchie shenanigans. You two just want some cookies, but you're not the brightest bulbs.

Nightmare (Peter Parker) - You have a nightmare about Peter dying while you helplessly sit there. Even at 3am, he answers your hurried call and comes over.

Pucker Up, Parker (Peter Parker) - Your boyfriend lets you do his makeup, and you get overwhelmed by how well he pulls it off.

Stealing Sweaters (Peter Parker) - After a long night of fun, you have some breakfast with Peter in his sweater.

Visiting Family (Peter Parker) - You're Tony Stark's daughter, he's Tony Stark's kid genius. All anyone can see when they look at you is your father... until Peter Parker and his Aunt.

Wrapping Presents (Pietro Maximoff) - The speedster helps you get your Christmas wrapping done in the blink of an eye, and he expects a thank you.

Movie Night (Wade Wilson) - You sit down to have a nice movie night with your boyfriend, but he's a dick and decides to pick a horror movie instead of one you can bang to.

Accidental Text (Steve Rogers) - You drunk sext Cap, and when you try to go about your day the next morning, of course he's right there.

Getting Lost in the Mall (Steve Rogers) - You lose your boyfriend in a crowd of fangirls, but you use that time separated to your advantage.

Happy Century, Captain! (Steve Rogers) - Cap is 100! Such a special number calls for a very special gift.

Steve's Jacket (Steve Rogers) - You accidentally throw Cap's signature jacket in the wash while he's away on a mission and it hits you hard.

Cuddling by the Fire (Thor Odinson) - You want to warm up on a cold Winter night, so what better way than to cuddle up to a fire with a book and your godly boyfriend?

Playing in the Snow (Thor Odinson) - You start a snowball fight with a God to show him your planet's culture. Not the best idea.

Holiday Party (Tony Stark) - Tony accidentally spills a drink on you during one of his parties, but don't worry, he makes it up to you.

Ugly Sweaters (Tony Stark) - You and Tony try to one-up each other for ugliest sweater and he plays dirty to see what your contender is.

Mötley Crüe:

Just Another Threesome (Vince Neil) - You and your rockstar boyfriend give a random fan the time of her life to get rid of pre-show jitters.

Walk-Ins Accepted (Tommy Lee) - You get off a shift early and stumble upon your drummer roomie in quite the state.

Queen:

Good Girl (Roger Taylor) - Sequel to Naughty School Girl. More submissive Roger, since he enjoyed the last time so much.

Naughty School Girl (Roger Taylor) - You just can't help yourself when you see Roger dressed up for the I Want to Break Free video.

Supernatural:

Traditions (Castiel) - You and the boys enlighten Cas on human New Years Eve traditions.

Nose Kisses (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean put your toddler to bed with plenty of kisses.

First Date (Sam Winchester) - Sam intervenes when some drunk guy decides to pick on you at the bar and thank god for it because you secured yourself a date with the moose.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter six: i found you

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Said “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it’s worth, “I love you”, ain’t that the worst you ever heard? He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer

Summer—or at least not-quite-three- months they’d spent together in almost entirely uninterrupted bliss that she had come to think of as summer—came to a close at the end of August.

One afternoon, Lea was perched on the ledge of the hot tub, her legs over Tim’s shoulders as he ate her out. Their swimsuits had long since been abandoned in a wet heap nearby. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against her clit, “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, rolling her hips mindlessly.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl.”

And then he was sucking her clit, and—

And she burst, moaning his name.

He didn’t give her any time to recover before he was pulling her back into the hot tub and into his lap.

“Want you to sit on it,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she gasped out, immediately lowering herself onto him, the water lapping at her breasts.

“Fuck, Lea,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the edge of the hot tub, his hair dripping onto the tile. “God, you’re so tight.” He squeezed her hips, encouraging her to rock back and forth, fucking herself on his cock. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

“Tim,” she moaned. “You fill me up so good.”

“So sexy,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her ass. “Fuckin’ hell, babydoll, I’ll never have enough of this pussy.”

“I’ll never have enough of you, either,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him, her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. “You feel so good, I feel—“

“What do you feel, angel?” he asked softly, cupping her cheek. “Tell me.”

“I feel so close to you,” Lea admitted.

He smiled against her lips. “You like being close to me?”

“I love being close to you,” she confessed.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She froze. “You— you what?”

“I’m in love with you, Lea.” He trailed a hand up her back, threading his fingers into her hair.

“You are?” She couldn’t believe her ears. He loved her? Why? How?

“You sound surprised,” he chuckled, peppering kisses over her jaw and down her neck. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” she squeaked out.

Tim pulled back slightly, frowning. “Of course I was serious. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” He paused, searching her face. “Is me loving you a bad thing?” Then, “Do you not love me back?”

She locked down, twisting her fingers behind his neck. “It’s… it’s not that,” she said softly. “I just don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” he asked patiently, rubbing her back in a way she knew was intended to comfort her, ease her anxiety. 

“It doesn’t make any sense for you to, like…” She gulped. “To feel that way about me.”

“Why not, love?”

She shuddered in delight at him calling her that. “It just doesn’t. I dunno.”

He cupped her cheek then, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. When she was panting and desperate for him again, he pulled back and said, “Love doesn’t have to make sense. I found you, I love you, and I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.” He waited for her to respond, but all she seemed capable of was blinking at him wordlessly. “Now then,” he went on, “all that remains is if you love me, too.”

Lea buried her face in his neck. “Of course I love you, Tim,” she confessed. “I think I’ve loved you my whole life.”

“God, sweetheart,” he breathed, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close. “Can I keep you?”

“I’m yours,” she promised. “I’ll always be yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He fisted a hand in her hair. “Kiss me, love. Lemme feel your lips on mine. Please.”

Lea immediately righted herself and obeyed, pouring all the love and adoration she felt for him into the kiss. Her very soul belonged to him, and she wanted him to know it, to feel it.

He trailed his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts and moving down to grasp her hips. “Ride me, baby,” he encouraged. “Feel me.”

She leaned her forehead against his, pressing herself closer to him and rolling her hips. “I love you,” she told him again. Now that it was out in the open, now that he knew how she felt, it was pouring out of her like a fountain, and she felt like she couldn’t say it enough. “I love you so much.”

“You’d do anything for me?” he groaned against her lips. “Anything I asked of you, anything to please me?”

“Anything,” she agreed without hesitation, nodding vehemently. “God, just— as long as I can be with you, I don’t care about anything else. Just hold me, please. Love me back. That’s all I want.”

“I’ll hold you till the fuckin’ world ends,” he swore, kissing her desperately. “Till the sun explodes and the stars burn out. Even after that, I don’t think I could let you go. Not ever.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she rocked her hips harder. “I want that,” she breathed. “I want everything with you.”

“Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you have a baby with me?” When she froze again, he hastily added, “Not— not now, of course. Not for another few years at least. But… someday? Would you want to?”

It was weird being embarrassed when he was literally inside her, but she blushed anyway. “I’d have one with you now if I could.”

Tim smiled giddily. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “I love you, and I do… I want that with you.”

“I bet you’d look so fuckin’ sexy pregnant,” he practically growled. “Tits all swollen, my baby inside you ‘cause of how good I fucked you, filled you with my cum.” When she whimpered, he smirked. “You want that, sweetheart? You want me to get you pregnant, fuck you till I knock you up?”

“Yes, please,” she whined, rocking her hips back and forth. “I wanna— I wanna have your baby, want you to get me pregnant, I want it I want it want it—“

“Greedy little thing,” he chided. “Got you addicted to my cock, didn’t I? To the way I fuck you?”

“Mhm,” she gasped out. “Fuck, you’re so big, please don’t stop—“

“Take it,” he growled, driving up into her. “Take this fuckin’ dick, baby. Bounce on it, c’mon.”

She did so, obediently lifting herself off of him, water dripping down her breasts and splashing around them as she lowered herself back down. She repeated the motion, then again and again until she was fucking herself on his cock as hard and fast as she could. “God, Tim,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “More. Fuck me, fuck me, please—“

“Good girl,” he murmured, aiding her movements with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other, yanking it down towards him. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she moaned again.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, fisting a hand in his wet curls and holding him against her. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me like that, like that—“

“My dirty little slut,” he said against her skin. “Fucking herself on my cock, begging me for more.”

“Never get enough of you,” Lea admitted with a whine. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, babydoll,” he said darkly. “Perfect little pussy, so tight for me, pleasuring me whenever I want, letting me split you open on my dick whenever I want.”

She bounced faster, her walls clenching around him as if to pull him in deeper, impossibly deeper. God but he filled her up so perfectly.

“You wanna cum, love?” he asked, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. “You wanna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes—“ she chanted desperately. “Please Tim, please make me cum, I wanna feel it, wanna cum with you inside me, please—“

“Good girl, asking for what you want,” he praised, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. She moaned, leaning closer to him and switching to rocking her hips instead of bouncing on him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feels good, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her skin tingling as her orgasm neared. “‘m gonna cum, fuck, Tim, ‘m gonna cum—“

“Cum for me, Lea,” he encouraged. “Lemme have it. Sweet girl, I love you so much. Cum for me, darling.”

She came with a whine, her hips bucking against his.

“Good girl,” Tim praised quietly, pulling her in close. “Such a good girl for me.” With that, he lifted her up and lay her down on the edge of the hot top, standing up and slamming back into her.

“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting from the force of his thrusts.

“Wanna cum in you,” he panted, gripping her thighs and watching as her breasts bounced. “Fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”

“Yes,” she breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes and desperately wishing she wasn’t on birth control. “Give me your baby, Tim. Get me pregnant.”

“I will,” he swore, leaning down to cup her cheek and kiss her roughly, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Lea, I’m gonna cum.”

“Give it to me,” she pleaded. “Fill me with it.”

He groaned into her mouth, his thrusts deep and halting until they came to a stop. “I love you,” Tim said softly, peppering kisses on her face. “I love you so much, Lea.”

She giggled. “I love you, too.”

He pulled out of her and rolled over to his side, kissing her slowly. Lovingly. Trailing a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, he pushed his cum back into her. She whimpered softly against his mouth, lifting her hips and rolling them up against his hand.

“I want all this inside you,” he murmured, kissing her deeply. 

“Tim,” she gasped as he began to rub her clit. “God, that’s—“

And then his phone sounded from a nearby bench.

She jolted, startled, and he groaned in annoyance and stood up, strolling over to the bench and grabbing his phone. “Yeah? Oh, hey, sweetie. Okay, yeah, give me a second, I was, uh… I was in the pool. Yeah, I’ll see you in a sec.”

He put his phone back down and looked at Lea, panic in his eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the way his cum seeped out of her.

Suddenly, it clicked in her head. “Fuck,” she hissed, scrambling to her feet. “I— I forgot she was coming home today!”

“No, no,” he said hurriedly. “I did, too. She’s— she’s at the door, she doesn’t know you’re here—“

“It wouldn’t be any better if she did know I was here, there’s no reason for me to be here—“

“Well, okay, that’s not entirely true,” he corrected. Lea glared at him, and he went on, “Okay, look, it’ll be fine, let me just… put my trunks back on, you go through the kitchen door and up the secondary staircase.”

“How am I gonna get past Elle?” she asked frantically, already making her way up the stairs.

He yanked his swim trunks up over his hipbones. “Oh, fuck, uh… I’ll distract her, I’ll make sure she stays outside. As long as you stay away from the front door, she won’t see you. Count to sixty and then go inside. Text me when you get upstairs. I won’t see it, but I’ll feel my phone vibrate and I’ll know we’re safe. Okay?”

Lea nodded, and he took the stairs two at a time to reach her, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her.

“I love you,” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you, too,” she giggled blissfully.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Lea nodded, and he went inside.

She counted to sixty like he’d said, then she opened the door to the sunroom. Making her way down the hallway, she hastened towards the stairs, keeping an eye on Elle’s form, obscured through the windows of doors though it was. Running upstairs, she went into his bedroom and into the one place she knew Elle would never go: his closet.

She texted Tim, and within five minutes, she heard his bedroom door open. “Lea?” came his voice. “Baby, you in here?”

She knew he’d never call her that where Elle could hear, so she stuck her head out of his closet and looked down the hallway into his bedroom.

He heaved a sigh of relief, moving towards her swiftly and taking her in his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, that was scary,” he muttered into her hair. Lea nodded in agreement, and he sighed again. “She’s in the shower. I told her I was gonna get dressed and go grab milk and cigarettes, so I’ll be able to take you home if we leave now.”

Lea nodded, moving into the bathroom to grab them each a towel as he collected their clothes. She tossed him one of the towels, hastily drying herself off and squeezing her hair out. He did the same before throwing her her clothes. Tugging them on and glancing at Tim, she found him dressed, too, and he pulled her by the hand out to the car.

“I gotta go,” she giggled as Tim kissed her neck in his car, which was parked outside her apartment building.

“No,” he grumbled, squeezing her ass. “Stay.”

“I can’t,” she insisted. “You’re supposed to be getting milk and cigarettes, remember?”

“Think I left some here,” Tim muttered. “Your roommate home?”

“She’s in North Carolina still,” she assured him, opening his car door and leading him upstairs to her apartment.

Before she knew it, he had her back pressed against the door as they kissed, her hands in his hair. “I want you again,” he said against her lips.

“You gotta go home, remember?”

“You’re my home,” Tim insisted.

“How ‘bout this,” she began. “What if I suck your dick?”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” he agreed without hesitation, pushing her down to her knees and hastily undoing his pants. 

She pulled him out of his boxers, gripping his length firmly in her hand. “You’re already hard,” she observed.

“Yeah,” he breathed, watching with hooded eyes as she began to stroke him. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and then he gripped the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Sorry, we don’t have a lot of time. Lemme just fuck your face really fast, okay?”

Lea hummed in contentment, relaxing her jaw and sucking in her cheeks.

He groaned again. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. Good little slut, sucking my dick so well.”

She moaned, pulling her dress up around her hips and rubbing her clit over her panties.

“God, Lea,” he breathed, “are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm,” she hummed around his length.

“Fuck,” he grunted, fucking her mouth harder. “Sucking my cock makes your little pussy wet, huh? Makes you wanna cum?”

She ran her free hand up his thighs and over his hipbones, humming again in confirmation. She loved sucking his dick. He was so sexy when she did it.

“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Rub your clit for me. Wanna watch you cum with those pretty lips around my dick.”

She moaned, rolling her hips against her hand. By this point, Tim had nearly three months of experience making her cum, so he knew her tells.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he rasped.

She hummed in confirmation, sucking him as he kept thrusting.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “So sexy when you cum, so pretty with your lips around my cock. C’mon, Lea. Cum for me.” She couldn’t help but obey, moaning through her orgasm. Apparently, the moans were enough to push him over the edge, too, because he groaned, “Fuck, Lea, that’s it, baby, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, angel, I’m gonna—“ He cut himself off with a final moan of her name and flooded her mouth. 

She swallowed, wincing slightly at the bitter taste and pulling back from him. “Better?” she asked, looking up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

He grabbed her and pulled her up wordlessly, crashing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. She returned it eagerly, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back after a long moment, cupping her cheeks and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you, Lea,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiled. “I love you, too.” He was kissing her, and then she remembered something. “Don’t forget the milk and cigarettes!”

“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face in her hair, which was still damp from the hot tub. “Any chance you’ve got an unopened gallon here?”

She snorted. “Probably not, and definitely not the kind you buy. It’s cheap shit.”

He pulled back, frowning slightly. “I really need to set you up with an allowance.”

Lea blinked at him. “A what now?”

“An allowance,” he repeated. “Y’know, money you can spend.”

“I understand the concept of an allowance, Tim,” she told him. “I just don’t understand why you would give me one.”

“So you don’t have to ask me for money, of course,” he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve basically been living with me these past couple months and I’ve taken you shopping so many times that I guess I forgot. Sorry about that. But yeah, it’ll just let you buy things you want—or need, like groceries and food and lingerie—without consulting me first.”

She furrowed her brow. “Lingerie? What—?”

He shrugged. “It’s a need, don’t worry about it.”

She shook her head to clear her muddled thoughts. “Okay, but… but why does this sound like I’m your sugar baby or something?”

He stared down at her for a moment. “Well… aren’t you?”

“It’s not, like, transactional,” she squeaked. “I love you for you, Tim, not the stuff you give me.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said cheerfully. “But I can give you whatever you want, so why wouldn’t I?” She tensed, and he cupped her cheek and added, “Look, we don’t have to call it that if you don’t want to. More than anything else, you’re my girlfriend, and I love you. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

She leaned into his touch. “Just… just as long as you know I’d love you no matter what.”

Tim smiled. “Yeah, I know.” With that, he leaned down to kiss her. 

“What the hell is this?” Lea squeaked out.

“Well, it’s our house, sweetheart,” Tim explained patiently. “It’s in your name, too. See?” He pointed to a piece of paper, and she looked at it in disbelief. Then back at him, then at the piece of paper, and then back at him again.

“What the fuck, Tim?”

“I told you I was gonna get you a house,” he said, frowning. “You said you liked this one when I brought you here, even!”

“Yeah, of course I…” She took a deep breath. “I mean, it’s gorgeous, obviously, I just… I thought you were exaggerating.”

He shook his head. “No, of course not.”

She stared at him. 

He stared back.

Finally, she sighed and shrugged. “Alright then. I guess I have a house now.”

Tim brightened, leaning over to kiss her. “We can be together in peace here,” he explained happily. “We don’t have to hide. Just like the past few months.”

Lea warmed at that, leaning into him. “Good. I love being with you.”

“I love you,” he countered.

“I love you, too.”

“What do you mean you’re moving out?” Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school and, up until this exact moment, her roommate—asked in a voice that indicated she did not believe Lea in the slightest. 

“Exactly what I said,” Lea explained patiently, checking her phone to see if the movers Tim had hired would be arriving soon. 

Sam sighed, finally looking up from her phone. “Okay, let’s pretend for a second that you could actually afford to move. You haven’t even packed. You don’t have a place to go. Also, can we talk about how, like, hurtful it is for you to just move out suddenly, and totally break your lease and leave it all on me? That’s so shitty, dude, come on—“

“Oh god, no,” Lea interjected. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about how it might look, shit. Okay, lemme explain. So I’m not gonna stop paying my half of rent and utilities. It’ll still get paid. Don’t worry about that. You’ll just… have the whole place to yourself. And I’m not leaving ‘cause I don’t love you, you know that I do. You’re, like, an honorary Blanchard. And you can stay at my new place with me whenever you want, obviously, and—“

“Okay, back up,” Sam cut her off. “You’re gonna move out of here—without packing, apparently—and into a new apartment, but keep paying rent here on top of your new place?” Sam looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I know your mom is covering housing while you’re in school, but there’s no way in hell she can afford another New York apartment on top of this one.”

Lea fidgeted awkwardly. She hadn’t told Sam about Tim yet. She’d meant to, and Tim had even said it was okay, but…

She was scared, alright? 

But she couldn’t get around it anymore. Not without looking like a shitty friend.

Sitting next to Sam on the couch they’d found on the side of the road, Lea took a deep breath and said, “Okay, so I haven’t exactly… told you everything.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Sam observed, flicking her silky black hair over her shoulder.

“So… I met someone.” 

Sam blinked at her. “You met someone?” When Lea nodded, Sam said, “You, Miss ‘I don’t even want a hot boy to look at me’, met someone?”

“I mean, it was an accident, okay?” Lea buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. “To be honest, I… I’m in love with him.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Sam demanded shrilly.

“I knew you’d freak out!” Lea whined, looking up at her indignant friend.

Sam rolled her eyes. “Who is this guy, anyway? Anybody I know?”

Lea winced. “Well… yes and no, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

Lea tugged anxiously on a curl. “He’s… he’s kinda famous…”

“What, like TikTok or something?”

Lea shook her head. “No, um…”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Sam bounced up to open it before Lea could, asking, “Yes?”

“Is this the residence of Lea Blanchard?” a male voice asked. 

“Uh…” Sam trailed off hesitantly, unsure of if to give her friend’s location away to a strange man or not.

From the living room, Lea called out, “Yes, that’s me!”

Sam slowly stepped aside (which, because of the incredibly narrow hallway, required her to step into her bedroom), and several men and a couple of women filed in, all in matching uniforms.

“You’re Miss Blanchard?”

Lea nodded, and the man walked over, holding out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Aaron, an associate of Mr. Chalamet.”

Lea nodded, shaking his hand. “Tim told me about you, yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well, ma’am. He said to help with packing and unpacking as well as moving in and out,” Aaron explained before gesturing to the group of people behind him. “This is my team. I handpicked them myself for both your and Mr. Chalamet’s privacy. Everyone here has signed NDAs. Then he turned to Sam, who was staring at the group, mouth agape. “And you must be Miss Blanchard’s roommate.” He shook Sam’s hand, too, smiling politely.

“N— nice to meet you,” Sam stuttered out.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Blanchard,” Aaron assured Lea. “We’ll start on your bedroom. Are you keeping the furniture?”

Lea shook her head. “If… if Sam wants it, she can have it…”

It took a few seconds for her words to register with her friend. “Oh! Uh… yeah, it might draw a new roommate in, so…”

“Excellent idea, Miss Sam,” Aaron agreed before turning back to Lea. “Is there anything in the living spaces that you would like to take with you?”

Lea shook her head again. “Tim’s got all that fancy stuff, so.” She laughed a bit.

Aaron smiled. “Mr. Chalamet does like high-end things, doesn’t he?” Then he faced his team. “Just the bedroom, then. No furniture. Go get the boxes. Rosa, Caroline, you handle Miss Blanchard’s clothes.”

The two women nodded before following the men out the door. Aaron trailed behind them, smiling at Lea and Sam. “We’ll be right back.”

Lea nodded, and once the door had shut behind the group, Sam turned towards her slowly, looking at her like she was a ghost. 

“Mr. Chalamet?” her friend practically hissed. “Tim?”

“Uh… yeah,” Lea admitted awkwardly. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” She grabbed her phone off the arm of the couch and opened the tagged photos her finsta. “Here, look.” She handed her phone to Sam, who scrolled through. The pictures Tim had tagged her in countless pictures he’d taken of her with captions like So anyway objectively speaking I have the most attractive girlfriend in the history of the universe (she was sitting on a set of stairs and smiling at him), *grabby hands* (she was getting out of the pool in a bikini, her cleavage clearly in frame), Look at how she’s looking at me (she was looking at him with obvious love in her eyes), and then a bunch of pictures of them together— one of just their hands, a few of them on dates, and a fair amount of them kissing. There was one from a few days ago where he had taken a picture of himself laying with her; she was still asleep, her head on his bare chest, and he was gazing down at her, adoration evident on his face. The caption was I’m so fucking in love with you it’s legitimately embarrassing.

Sam looked up at her slowly, her mouth hanging open again. “These… these aren’t photoshopped,” she observed.

“No, they’re not,” Lea confirmed.

“You’re actually with the Timothée Chalamet?” Sam pressed. “He— he said he’s in love with you, for fuck’s sake!”

“That’s… a recent development,” Lea admitted. “Or at least, he only told me last week.”

“And you love him, too?”

Lea snorted lightly. “Of course I do. How could I not?”

“Your back here,” Sam said, pointed at the screen of Lea’s phone. “It’s bare. You’re laying on his equally bare chest. In a bed.” Lea said nothing. “Have you slept with him?”

Lea looked at her feet, nodding. “Yeah.”

“How long has this been going on?” Sam demanded. 

“Since the beginning of the summer.”

“Fucking hell, dude.” Sam raked a hand through her hair. “He’s sixteen years older than us! He’s married! We— we’re friends with his kid! She goes to our school, for god’s sake!”

“I know,” Lea said softly. “I love him anyway.”

“Fuck,” Sam sighed. “He’s cheating on his wife with you!”

“Well…” Lea hesitated, “Lourdes and him have an… agreement. They’re not really involved with each other. They haven’t been in a long time.”

“What, like an open marriage or something?” Sam scoffed.

Lea shook her head. “No, not exactly. They’re not into each other at all. It’s an act they put on for Elle.”

“Fuck,” Sam repeated.

“You can’t tell anybody,” Lea said urgently. “You can’t.”

“No shit, dude. That’s where you’re moving to, huh? You’re moving in with him?” When Lea nodded, Sam asked, “How will Elle be kept in the dark still or you’re literally living together?”

Lea shook her head. “He has more than one house. He gave me one.”

Sam raised her eyebrows. “He gave you a house.” Lea nodded. “He gave you a house?”

“He said it was a gift,” Lea told her friend. “He gives me a lot of gifts. And money, more recently. Said I deserved an allowance.”

“You’re his fucking sugar baby,” Sam realized.

“In a way,” Lea admitted. “But the difference is we’re actually in love. I want to be with him.”

“He makes you happy?” Sam clarified. 

Lea nodded. “I’ve never been this happy.”

The door opened again at that moment. Sam leaned forward and whispered urgently, “You’re telling me everything. Especially about the sex, you got that?”

Lea flushed, nodding, and then the move began.

Elle turned eighteen on the first Tuesday in September. Her birthday party consisted of Lea, her older sister, Lina (whom Elle had taken a shining to), and Elle’s whole host of friends from school and the famous kids she’d met through Tim.

Lea had stolen away to the pantry, giggling with delight when Tim followed after her. She pulled him inside by the hand, and he shut the door and kissed her hungrily.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against her lips.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” she told him, grinning.

He smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kiss you if you let me, sweetheart.”

“We can’t,” she said regretfully. “We’ve gotta…” He started sucking on her neck and palming her ass through her Matoshi skirt, and she inhaled sharply. “We’ve gotta get back to the party.”

He pushed her up against a wall of dry ingredients, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her like he’d die if he stopped. “Can I fuck you in here first?”

“No, you may not,” came her older sister’s voice from the pantry door. Lea froze in horror, and Tim released a mildly irritated sigh.

Pulling back from his mortified girlfriend, Tim turned towards Lina. “Suppose you should come in so we can discuss this.”

Lina wordlessly stepped through the narrow pantry door, shutting it behind her. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed, and she never took them off Tim. “Explain.”

“Well, so, actually—“ Lea fumbled. 

Lina held up a hand without so much as glancing at her sister. “You,” she said, pointing at Tim. “Explain.”

With absolutely zero shame, Tim declared, “I’m in love with her.”

Lina raised her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed. “And how do your wife and daughter feel about that?”

“Lola doesn’t object to my relationships,” he explained delicately, “and Elle isn’t aware of them. That’s something we agreed on as her parents a long time ago.”

“So you, a forty-year-old man, thought it was acceptable—“

“I’m thirty-six,” Tim muttered, almost to himself. Lea couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. 

Lina, however, either had not heard him or didn’t care to acknowledge that she had. “—To seduce my twenty-year-old sister and convince her to give up her rather ridiculous vow of abstinence and lose her virginity to you? Do I have that right?”

Unable to keep her objections in anymore, Lea cut in with, “No, Lina, not at all.” She took a step towards her sister—the girl who’d always helped her up when she scraped her knee, who had held her through anxiety attacks and used to sing to her to distract her from her mother’s PTSD episodes—and looked her firmly in the eye. “I fell for Tim last year, and I tried to keep it in, but I felt too strongly for him to be able to stop myself.”

Lina examined her features closely. “That doesn’t explain why he thought it would be okay to get involved with a girl half his age.” She flicked her gaze back at Tim accusingly.

“I’m not half his age,” Lea corrected. “I’m only sixteen years younger than him.”

“Only?” Lina scoffed. “Dude, his daughter is the same age as our baby sister.”

Lea squared her shoulders. “I don’t care. I love him.”

Lina glared fiercely at Tim over her sister’s shoulder. “You,” she snapped as if she weren’t currently in his house, “out.”

“Yep,” he agreed easily, passing them in the (relatively) small space of the pantry and giving Lea’s hand a brief but comforting squeeze as he did.

Once the door was closed behind them again, Lina’s gaze turned back onto Lea, concern finally bleeding through into her expression. “Lea,” she began urgently, taking her sister’s hands in hers, “I know you— I know you’ve had nicer things lately. He’s given them to you, right? Do you not have enough money? Is that it?”

“I don’t care about his money,” Lea said quietly.

Before she continue, however, Lina went on, “He’s not blackmailing you, is he?”

Aghast, Lea said, “No! Of course not!”

“Is he hurting you, then?”

Lea shook her head firmly. “No! I just love him!”

Lina took a step back, letting their hands fall. “You meant that?”

“Of course I did!” Lea emphasized. “I’m crazy about him. I… I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.”

“I don’t understand,” Lina confessed. “You… you spent so long wanting nothing to do with boys—at least, not real ones—and now you’re suddenly ready to get married?”

Lea shook her head. “I’m not getting married now.” A pause, and then she grumbled, “I can’t, obviously, he’s already married.”

“It’s a complicated situation, I’ve gathered that,” Lina admitted, “but what really gets me is how you went from insisting you’d never fall in love, that that kind of vulnerability was a death sentence, to letting a man twenty years your senior put bruises all over your neck!”

“It’s sixteen years,” Lea corrected again.

“Whatever,” Lina groaned. 

After a moment, Lea sighed. “I guess… I guess my love for him is just stronger than my fear of getting hurt.” A beat of silence, and then she added, “And honestly, I’m not scared of him hurting me. I don’t think he will. I feel safe with him.”

Lina stared at her for a minute. “You really do love him, don’t you?”

Lea nodded. 

“And he treats you well? He makes you happy?”

Lea looked at her feet, smiling shyly. “Sometimes, when he looks at me or touches me or kisses me or says my name, I feel like my blood has been replaced with helium and I’m going to float away.”

“That’s disgustingly sappy,” Lina remarked, grimacing. “Ugh. I hear enough of this hetero shit from Ari, now I gotta hear it from you, too?”

Lea giggled. “I won’t tell you if you don’t wanna hear.”

“I want you to be happy,” her sister assured her, “it’s just gross to think about.”

When Lina reached for the doorknob, Lea said, “Wait— you know you can’t, like—“

“Can’t tell anyone, especially Elle,” Lina said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, duh. I’m not an idiot, c’mon. Give me a little credit.”

That night, Lea, Lina, Elle, Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school as well as her roommate—and all of Elle’s friends—the ones who lived in New York, anyway—were all sitting in their pajamas in front of the screen in the home theater, the credits of Elle’s chosen movie paused behind them.

Elle was eating a bag of Twizzlers, looking around the circle of girls for a victim. Unfortunately, her discerning gaze landed on Lea.

“So,” Elle said slowly, “who is he?”

“Who’s who?” Lea asked with an awkward, forced laugh.

Elle took a bite of her Twizzler. “The guy who’s been turning your neck blue and purple and giving you designer shit.”

“Oh… uh…” Lea gulped, all eyes on her. Sam and Lina looked legitimately nervous.

“C’mon, Lea,” Elle sighed, standing with the rest of the group and moving towards the exit of the theater. “You’re literally wearing Agent Provocateur pajamas. That set you’re wearing? Yeah, it costs fifteen thousand dollars, and it doesn’t come as tailored as that clearly is, which means it’s custom made. Only someone with a lot of clout could convince their designers to do something bespoke. So not only can whoever this guy is afford to shell out a wad of cash on a single set of pajamas, he has enough money and influence to convince them to custom make something for you.” Elle paused. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your Cartier and Bulgari and Harry Winston shit, either. That’s all high jewelry, y’know. Hundreds of thousands of dollars apiece, if not millions. I can only assume this dude is your sugar daddy, and he is taking the role hella seriously.”

Lea flushed but didn’t respond. 

“So,” Elle went on expectantly, “who is he?”

“Um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “I can’t say. He’s very private.”

“Dude,” Elle scoffed, “I’m literally the kid of a two celebrities and the granddaughter of the queen of pop. You cannot possibly shock me.”

I seriously doubt that, Lea thought.

“But,” Elle went on, “I’ll let it slide under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Lea asked, falling into step with her friend, Sam and Lina joining them as the other girls trailed after them, making their way to the spiral staircase.

“You tell me how hot he is, how big his dick is, and if he’s good in bed.”

“Oh!” Lea squeaked, pausing at the foot of the stairs. The group of girls went up, all save for Lea and Elle. 

Before Lea could say anything, however, the man himself bounded over to them. “Hey girls,” he said cheerfully. “What’s goin’ on? You guys need anything?”

He glanced at Lea briefly, but the flash of heat in his eyes made her blush.

“Lea,” Elle began accusatorily, “has found herself a sugar daddy.”

“Is that so?” Tim asked, trying to hide a smirk.

“Uh huh,” Elle confirmed. “And she won’t tell me who, even though it’s literally my birthday.”

“Technically,” Tim cut in, “it’s not your birthday anymore.” He held up his phone, showing that it was well past one in the morning.

Elle waved him off dismissively. “It’s my birthday party, so it’s my birthday.”

Tim met Lea’s eyes, that small smirk still playing on his lips. “Does he treat you well?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Good.”

As the pair made their way up to the bedrooms, Elle excitedly said, “So! My questions. I demand answers!”

“What— what were they again?” Lea asked, dazed.

“Let’s start with how old he is, how hot he is, what he looks like.”

“Oh, um…” Lea gulped. “He’s in his mid-thirties,” she began awkwardly. “Tall and skinny. A bit muscular, but not much. He, uh… he has brown hair.”

“He’s skinny?” Elle grimaced. “Really?”

Lea nodded.

“Why would you go for a skinny guy?”

“I don’t like big muscles,” she said softly.

“Weirdo,” Elle giggled. “Okay! How big is his dick, then?”

“I can’t tell you that!” Lea gasped. “You’re too young!”

“Bitch, listen,” Elle teased, “I’m eighteen now. Spill it.”

“Uh… I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it’s big.”

“Nice,” Elle smirked. “He any good?”

“Again,” Lea squeaked, “I don’t have anything to compare him to, but I think so, yeah.”

“And he clearly treats you like a princess,” Elle observed with a giggle. “You’re happy with him?”

Lea nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

“That’s what’s most important, then.”

Lea forced a smile, ignoring the guilt swirling in her abdomen. “Yeah.”

A few weeks later, the three of them were watching a movie.

“I’ll go get some snacks,” Lea decided suddenly.

Tim immediately popped up beside her. “I’ll help,” he volunteered.

“I’m not pausing it,” Elle warned, eyes on the screen.

“Kay,” Lea agreed easily, following Tim to the downstairs kitchen.

Before she knew it, they were kissing hungrily, her hands in his hair and the kitchen counter digging into her back. 

“Want you,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. “Want your pussy now.”

“Later,” Lea promised breathlessly. “Once she goes to bed.”

“How am I gonna wait that long when you’re this fuckin’ sexy?” he growled.

They were desperately making out when they heard footsteps.

Freezing momentarily before jumping away from each other, it was only a few seconds before Elle strolled in, looking mildly annoyed.

“Hurry the hell up,” she demanded before strolling back out.

Lea sighed, burying her face in her hands. 

Tim raked a hand through his curls. “That was close.”

Lea nodded dazedly.

Too close.

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[aroaceconfessions]

Anyone else ever find themselves creeped out by art and/or fic of real people (especially involving romantic and/or sexual content)? I don't know, whenever I see it, I just start thinking about the possibility of the people featured randomly coming across it one day, and how awful that would likely be for them

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Canon: Real Person Fic (Arsenal FC)

Content: Crack fic, Reality Show, real person fic, vulgarity

Author's Note: -

Summary: Ahead of the 2023/24 Season, Arsenal offers fans a look at the drama going on behind the scenes at Emirates Stadium.

I'm so handsome. Last season, we came close to accomplishing what we wanted, but we couldn't clear the last hurdle. Hopefully, this season we can do better with the help of our new signings, Jorginho's brother, Havertz, and Sol Campbell from Wish. Alot of people have been criticising the club for spending £105M on Rice, but they don't know, I paid for this with the money from my OnlyFans.

Mikel Arteta is at home, hears his phone ring and places it to his hear, it's Pep Guardiola. "Hello, Daddy!".

"Hello, Son!", Pep says. "I have a present for you".

"Ohhh, where is it, Daddy?".

"Check the front porch, Son".

Mikel walks to the front door, opens it, and finds a FedEx package lying on the porch. He opens it to discover a neatly wrapped, bowtied bottle. Mikel pouts, "NO DADDY, THAT ISN'T FUNNY!".

Meanwhile at London Colney...

The end of last season was disappointing, yeah, but everyone around the club is being optimistic. We've all been improving and the transfer window has been good. Everyone is feeling really positive; except Martin hasn't been himself lately...

Martin Ødegaard clings to a gravestone, crying his eyes out as he screams, "Ooohhhh Granit! Why! Why you? Why not Fabio Vieira!?".

Zinchenko walks over, rolling his eyes, Tomiyasu follows closely behind, "He's not dead, Martin, he just went to Leverkusen". Martin doesn't pay attention, he continues to cry and hold onto the gravestone that reads, "Granit Xhaka 2016-2023".

On the other side of the training ground, Alexis Sànchez tries to break in. "I just wanna come home!", He says desperately as he attempts to climb the fence. Mikel Arteta sees him, and approaches him with aggressively.

"No! I told you on the phone! No!". He pulls out a hosepipe and sprays Sánchez, knocking him off the fence. "Bad Alexis! Bad!, We don't need another striker who doesn't score goals we already have Nketiah!" He screams as he kicks sand at Alexis, "Now go! And take Balogun with you!".

Later, Mikel addresses the squad in a team talk. "I'm so handsome. Good morning everyone, I have alot to say, but before we get to that, let's welcome our new signings, Kai Havertz, Jurrien Timber and Declan Rice". The whole squad proceeds to clap and welcome them. "Very good, very good, now...", Mikel pulls out an AK-47. "Don't worry this is just a precaution. I'm just making sure no one thinks about leaving before their contract runs out-- I'm looking at you, Partey-- and I want to protect our Hale End kids from the media, such as Ethan Nwaneri, who is so happy to sign his first professional contract".

Just then, Ethan comes running out, panting, "I don't wanna be he--", he's cut off by Per Mertesacker and Edu, who rush in, cover his mouth with chloroform and carry him away. Mikel laughs nervously, "Haha. Very funny, Ethan, very funny". Nervously; the rest of the squad laughs along with him. "Now, I know we're all very eager to win the Premier League and beat my Papa and Oilchester City, so we're going to get straight into training. The tactic we'll be practicing today is...".

Aaron Ramsdale puts his hands together and starts praying, "Please don't be playing out from the back, please don't be playing out from the back".

"... Playing out from the back. I'm so handsome".

Aaron Ramsdale starts crying and immediately falls to the floor, having a mental breakdown.

I'm so handsome. They say I'm violent. I'm not violent. I'm passionate. We have a saying here at Arsenal, "Victoria Concordia Crescit". It means "Victory Through Harmony". I don't believe in violence. I'm so handsome.

He threatened to crucify me.

My life is, like, so hard. The other day my Ferrari broke down, and I had to push it all the way back to my mansion, which was, like, alot of work. And now, on top of all that, Mikel is buying new defenders, like, who is this Timber guy? Me, Gabriel and Saliba are all this club needs. I was fine with Kiwior because we get our mani pedis at the same place but this is, like, too much.

"So you're the new defender, huh?", Ben White says as he approaches Jurrien Timber.

"Hm? Oh yeah. Nice to meet y--"

"--So, can you, like, tackle?"

"Uhhh. Yeah?".

"Huh. And do you know how to, like, slide tackle?"

"...Yeah".

"Ok, ok. But can you, like, clear the ball?".

"I guess..."

"Oh...", Ben speaks under his voice, in a mocking tone, "My name is Timber and I can do anything"

"What was that?"

"Nothing".

The squad makes their way to the training ground, getting ready to have a friendly 11v11 match. Martinelli notices Ødegaard crying in the corner.

"Hey, Martin", Martinelli calls out, and subsequently, Ødegaard looks up. "I know you're sad. We all miss Granit, but, instead of crying, don't you think it would be better to do something in his honour? To show how much we appreciate his contribution to the club? I'm sure it would mean alot to him".

Martinelli was right. Granit wouldn't want us to cry. He loves us and he loves this club. So, I figured I'd do something in his honour, something that perfectly portrayed what he did during his Arsenal tenure.

Ødegaard makes an extremely viscous and completely unnecessary tackle, breaking Mohamed Elneny's leg and getting a red card. Holding runs over to check on Elneny and Trossard approaches Ødegaard, "MARTIN! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?".

"It's fine, we never played him anyway".

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hayden/ewan rpf server interest check

So I've made a google form you can submit contact info to (no email address required) to see who has interest in a ship specific server.

There's the ship week coming up in a couple months (not run by me) but I'd definitely enjoy brainstorming with people there!

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 24

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 3,953

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Nat watched with a smile as Chris opened the sliding doors from his room to the patio, stepping out in his swim trunks and a tee shirt and into the bustling backyard. The kids all hurriedly shouted greetings to him before they turned their attention back to the game, and soon enough he’d made his way over to Nat and Alex as they sat on lounge chairs near the pool as Jack napped on Alex’s chest. 

Her eyes slipped shut momentarily as he pressed a quick kiss to her lips and murmured, “Hey,” before he greeted Alex. 

“How’d it go?” Alex asked him, her hand moving up and down Jack’s back as he slept soundly. 

She watched Chris shrug, pursing his lips before he smirked as she saw him watching the kids playing with Heather and Ryan in the pool. “Alright,” he finally answered with another shrug. “Didn’t go awfully but I never like doing talk shows.” 

Nat frowned as she listened to his words, but the reassuring look on Chris’ face as they met each other’s eyes quelled her fears. He winked at her before he slipped his sunglasses over his eyes, shielding him from the early evening sun, and turned, giving Dodger a scratch before the dog ran off again. 

“Zach is just about to start grilling,” Nat began, before Chris nodded, turning his head over his shoulder as he headed over towards the outdoor kitchen. 

Nat’s words were proven true when Zach and Eric came out of the house carrying chicken and burgers to grill, bright smiles on their faces when they saw Chris had returned. She listened happily to the sounds of the kids splashing in the pool, Chris catching up with her brother-in-law and father as they turned the grill on, and the soft breathing of Jack as he slept happily, and Nat felt… content. She was happy and warmth spread over her body, not from the summer sun, but from just how great she felt here with everyone. 

It’d been a rough few months not only for her, but for Chris as well, and for the first time since early April, Nat felt like she could take a deep breath and kick back. She had the week off of work, having arrived in Los Angeles from San Francisco late the previous Saturday. She’d been more than happy to hang out with Chris in his home in between him running around the city, making appearances and doing interviews to promote the film. She’d relished in the familiarity of it all, something she’d been missing since she’d moved up north. 

But the best part was when her family arrived the previous day, just after Chris finished his Zoom interviews at home. Getting to hug everyone and finally be with them meant more to Nat than she’d realized, and she felt her gratitude for Chris’ generous offer of playing host for them grow as she got to spend more and more time with him and them. 

Nat’s brain was cycling through thoughts of feeling as if it was her playing pretend. That the elated shrieks of joy from the pool, the roar of the grill kicking on as Chris’ laughter echoed through the backyard, and that the content sighs of Alex next to her all weren’t real. That this wasn’t her reality, her life, or where she really was, not after spending so much time alone and unhappy as of late. She knew some of it was her fault – her fault for turning down invitations from her new co-workers of bar hopping on Fridays after a long and busy week, of taking lunches at her desk as she tried to keep up with her ever-growing inbox, and not venturing out much. But she was tired. She was simply so exhausted at points that she could barely muster the energy to brush her teeth at night and turn the lights off before falling into bed, that it was hard for her to summon the energy to be Nat.

She’d expected the transition to San Francisco to come with growing pains, but she’d been comforted by the knowledge that it wasn’t an entirely new place. She’d been there before for work trips to Pixar’s main campus, and she knew most of the team there already. But her reputation around the Disney offices of being the jokester, the happy-go-lucky, cheerful one had followed her there, and she struggled reconciling that persona and personality with reality now. She’d thrived in Los Angeles, with her core group of friends, her routine… and with Chris. But now she didn’t have that consistency in her life, with an ever-changing schedule depending on what department needed her and what meetings she was needed in, and by the end of the day she nearly always had a pounding headache. Any plans to finally take that scary step, to try to form friendships with people or finally start going to that yoga class she’d had bookmarked for weeks now were thwarted by the pain. Instead, Nat would go home, scrounge up some semblance of dinner, and quickly talk to Chris as she continued working in an attempt to make tomorrow better, but it never did. It truly never stopped. 

But now, here in Southern California, with her entire extended family and the man she so desperately loved – and had been for well over a year now – she was happy. She was herself. She could’ve stayed there on that lounge chair all night as the sun dipped below the horizon, but she joined everyone at the large dining table on Chris’ back patio, her hand on Chris’ back as they passed the plates around and helped the kids get situated.

Carson’s blonde hair stuck up every which way as his pool towel draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were wide as Chris helped serve the young boy food. Nat’s smile was soft as she watched Carson eagerly take the plate from Chris before he started eating in the chair across from them, and then her attention was drawn to Lily, sweet Lily, who was quietly sitting next to Chris, a smile on her lips as he whispered something to her, making her laugh. 

Looking around at everyone here, Nat knew this is where she was meant to be, and was so thankful that Chris had fought for them to get to this point, to make it this far. But she didn’t want to stop here. She wanted to add a few more seats to the table, if they were able, and to see these kids grow up, hand-in-hand with each other at every graduation, birthday party, and soccer game, signing each Christmas gift and birthday cards from “Uncle Chris and Aunt Nat”.

She’d been zoned out and in her own head for a long time when she felt Chris’ elbow nudge her side, expectant eyes staring back at her as Chris slyly nodded his head to Ryan. “Sorry, what?” Nat asked, a sheepish look on her face as she looked at her brother-in-law. 

“I was just asking how San Francisco and work has been for you,” Ryan explained, shrugging with a small grin. 

Nat took a deep breath, biting her lip. “It’s… alright,” she began, pausing as she felt Dodger pass her underneath the table. “It’s just been really busy. I didn’t really expect the adjustment to be this hard,” she explained in a moment of honesty, one she hadn’t really divulged to any of them yet. 

“You just miss that soft serve machine at the Disney campus,” her brother-in-law Ryan pointed out, causing a loud round of laughter to pass through the group with each of them being well aware that it was a fixture Nat loved. But in that moment, she couldn’t seem to muster up a laugh because the situation felt anything but lighthearted to her. 

Heather encouraged her with a smile,“I’m sure you’ve already made a ton of friends there.” 

“Well, it’s hard to compete with Mark and Jamie,” she muttered in response, not wanting to admit that there truly hadn’t been anyone she clicked with, leaving so much loneliness inside her but just shrugged, “It’s just been a lot different settling in than I thought.” 

“Probably because unpacking that disaster called moving boxes was a job in itself!” Chris slapped a hand to his chest while boisterously laughing before he started telling the story to the family of how he had to dig through pots and pans just to find Nat’s socks but the playful teasing seemed to gloss over her feelings that she struggled to even wrap her brain around, let alone share, so once again Nat just pushed those emotions away for the time being. 

She knew she’d have to figure out a way to settle in and figure out her new life in San Francisco, especially after how hard she fought to take this position, but now wasn’t the time. Nat was here in Chris’ house, which felt like it was partly her home too with her section of clothes in the closet, hair products in the shower, and her little touches of throw pillows and artwork around the house. She was sitting here with the man that she loved more than she ever knew was possible and her family that was here to go to the premiere of the movie that changed her life. Right now she didn’t have to think about going back to San Francisco, she was here with the things that mattered most to her in life and she was happy. 

The minutes on the clock kept passing as the family all hung around eating and talking while the kids played, in their own bubble of happiness until Chris’ phone chimed with a notification from his older sister. Quickly, Chris and Nat scurried to the door to open the gate to Chris’ home, wide grins on their faces as they finally got to see Chris’ family arrive for the premiere. His mother and older sister Carly, along with her husband, Kevin, and their kids had made the trip from Massachusetts to Los Angeles, but that wasn’t the only thing Nat was excited about. 

Chris’ niece and nephews were each holding a few randomly colored balloons in their hands as they ran up the front walkway to greet their uncle, and Carly held a bag, giving Nat a knowing smile as she followed Lisa up the path, who held a box in her hands. 

Nat had reached out to Lisa a few weeks prior when she realized that Chris’ promotional schedule had him flying to London just before his birthday, putting him thousands of miles apart from everyone during his special day. They’d decided on doing a small celebration for him, not only for his birthday, but to celebrate the hard work he’d put in for the film for years now. 

She hung back, taking the ice cream from Carly and passing the cake to Alex as she came to help and went into the kitchen with her sister, giving Chris a moment to say hello to everyone and have some privacy. But as they slowly gathered everyone inside around the large dining table, passing cake and scoops of ice cream to everyone after they sang to Chris, she found herself sitting closely next to the man of the hour. His arm was around her shoulders as they stood at the island, his attention devoted to watching his niece and nephews as they ran around outside with the dog. His thumb moved side to side over Nat’s bare arm, occasionally tapping the skin there in a way that told her he felt just as happy as she did. 

The conversation amongst the group flowed easily until Lisa switched the subject to what would be taking place tomorrow night and commented, “I can’t wait to see you two together tomorrow night. You’re going to look so good together!” 

Upon hearing the comment of the impending news of their relationship being broken to the world tomorrow night, Carly was curious, “Nat, did you decide what you’re wearing?” 

“Oh did you get that expensive dress?” Heather chimed in. 

“No but what I picked was just as expensive,” she admitted with a chuckle. She remembered her weeks-long search, having consulted with Chris’ stylist to make sure what she’d wear wouldn’t clash with his planned outfit. She then shrugged as she added, “I figured if photos of Chris and I are going to be plastered all over the internet I might as well go all out.” 

Carly smiled as she listened to Nat’s words, just as Nat’s brothers-in-law grabbed the kids to get them ready for bed after their long day of swimming. “So what did you choose?” She asked, eyes glancing outside at where her children were playing with Dodger before she looked at Nat with a raised brow. 

Nat leaned back against Chris’ embrace, his thumb still moving over her skin. “Um, it’s over in that garment bag,” she began, nodding her chin to the two garment bags hanging in the doorway of the laundry room. One was smaller, a black bag with Chris’ name in his stylist’s handwriting on the outside of it and the other was full-length and a beige color.

Lisa, Carly, Heather, and Alex went over to the bag, unzipping it and taking in the chartreuse wide-leg pantsuit she’d had altered in the previous days. She hung back with Chris, relaxing in his touch as she heard the women excitedly whisper to each other as their eyes took in the outfit. Eric stayed near the couple, but his attention was captivated by the garment bag across the room as he craned his neck to sneak a peek at it. But with the women crowded around the clothes, hands reaching out to delicately run over the material and the embroidered bra she’d wear with it, Eric got up and headed over to get a better look.

“I’m so nervous,” Nat muttered quietly, chewing on her bottom lip. 

Almost instantly, Chris tightened the arm that was tossed over her shoulder, pulling her close so that he could kiss her cheek and comfort her with, “Nattie, remember you don’t have to do this,” 

“Well people have been hardcore speculating we’re together ever since the house party last year and then you coming to my art show and the other times we’ve been spotted, so it makes sense to just come out with it,” Nat shrugged, recalling the multiple conversations they’d had about this and finally coming forward publicly with their relationship. They had hoped just coming forward with it would help stop some of the speculation and let them have a little more freedom. 

“I think so too,” Chris agreed before dipping his head and smiling at her sweetly while adding, “Besides, I want to be arm in arm with the most talented artist at Pixar.” 

“So that means I have to be arm and arm with you then?” She couldn’t help but tease him. 

“Sorry baby, you’re stuck with me now,” he simply shrugged. “If it makes you feel better though, I’m nervous about tomorrow too but it makes me feel better knowing I’ll have you with me. And now we won’t have to hide.” 

Nat just nodded, tucking some of her curls behind her ear while acknowledging, “If you think it’s the right time to appear together, I trust that.” 

Chris nodded toward her, silently saying he thought it was the best decision before sealing it with a soft kiss before telling her, “I love you, Nattie.” 

“I love you too,” she smiled, knowing how easily those words fell out of her mouth. 

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, but held her close as it grew into a smile. His head leaned against her own as his hand slipped down her side to rest on the small of her back, fingers tapping absentmindedly against her worn shirt. 

Nat was admittedly scared, she didn’t think there was anything anyone in her position could ever do to properly prepare for this. But at the end of the day, hiding would always cause more stress for the both of them. She struggled sometimes with knowing they couldn’t run to the grocery store together in most places for fear of him being spotted, which would spur further attention and interest in not only him, but Nat as well. 

The attention on Nat’s personal life had calmed down much more when compared to this time last year, and she finally felt like she could breathe when she wasn’t faced with thousands of follow requests hourly on her social media. But with this big scary step towards finally acknowledging the relationship publicly, she and Chris had discussed how things would likely look going forwards. More interest and requests for interviews and comments to his press team, more speculation online, more attempts to get a glimpse into her private accounts… it all was just so foreign to her. 

But she felt ready. She felt ready to get to be side-by-side with him as a partner, to finally be able to speak openly beyond their tight knit circles about their relationship statuses, to get to post things a little more freely without worrying if someone will see her in the background of a story of Dodger, if a hostess at the Italian place downtown would share that they were together having dinner, or any of the thousands of other scenarios her mind made up while she couldn’t sleep each night.

Even though she maybe wasn’t one hundred percent ready, she’d seen the frustration Chris felt, and tried to hide, when he’d admit that he just wished things could’ve been easier. That no one cared who he was with or if he was dating. So with that knowledge, and hearing Chris out when he came to her with the idea of walking the carpet together at this smaller-scale premiere than he normally had… she agreed. Maybe with a bit of anxiety, a bit more fretting than she anticipated, and with a bit of hesitancy, but she agreed. And now, in less than a day, she and Chris’ faces would likely be all over any coverage of the event. 

She only hoped that this was the right choice, that this big leap and change in their relationship was for the better. He’d felt the same, she knew that he was excited for the event as a whole. It was hard to overlook the importance of the premiere for both of them. For Nat, her first released work as the lead character designer for the main character of the film. For Chris…. His lifelong dream of working in a Pixar movie was realized. And she couldn’t have been more proud of him and hoped he’d have a chance to remember that tomorrow. 

“I still can’t believe how fuckin’ amazing that movie looked,” Chris whispered as he shut the bedroom door behind him quietly. They’d just arrived back at Chris’ after the premiere, having quietly made their way to their room, careful to not wake anyone in the rest of the home. Her family had left after the movie, with Alex and Zach coming home first with the kids to relieve the sitter for Jack, and the rest slowly making their way during the after-party. Chris’ voice was full of awe as he reminded her, “Baby, that was what you created.” 

She smirked, lifting her shoulders in a half-shrug as she reached back and took off her necklace while she kicked off her heels. “Well you’re the one who brought it to life with your voice,” she pointed out, relaxing as her bare feet hit the hardwood floors. 

“Are you kidding? Nobody could have given a shit about my voice, they were too busy staring at those incredible reflections on Buzz’s helmet,” she heard him protest as he made his way through the bedroom, bathroom, until he finally reached the large walk-in-closet. Nat followed him there, desperate to change out of the fancy clothes and into something comfortable. While she’d loved – practically adored – the outfit she’d worn and felt beautiful, she was ready to relax and just be Nattie, instead of Natalie Marton.

She smirked as he caught her eyes as he unbuttoned the knit polo, her voice quiet as she confessed, “Okay I will admit I was pretty proud of that.” 

A soft smile was on Chris’ lips as he watched her carefully hang the blazer before she changed out of the rest of the clothes. “I’m pretty proud of you,” he told her honestly. 

“And I’m proud of you. I can’t get over how talented you are and I feel like I got to see so much of that come to fruition tonight,” Nat admitted to Chris just as easily. She could see the effect her words had on him, the way he stood up a little taller, the smile growing on his lips, and she couldn’t help but be struck by the realization, yet again, that they were each other’s. 

“I can say the exact same thing about you, Nattie,” Chris replied as he hung his clothes up and held a pair of sweatpants in his hand, placing them on the countertop in the center of the closet. He walked out into the bathroom in only his boxers, Nat’s eyes moving over the freckles and tattoos covering his torso until he was out of sight. Once she’d changed into pajamas, she joined him in the bathroom, side by side as they each washed off the perfectly applied makeup from earlier. “And I’m so proud of how well you handled everything tonight… you know, about us appearing together. I’ve done things like this before and it’s still not easy for me, so seeing how well you handled it really blew me away.” 

“I don’t think the reality has settled in yet,” Nat admitted as she hung her wash cloth up, brushing off his praise a bit while she reached for her toothbrush. “I’m terrified to see what’s going to blow up on the internet tomorrow.” 

“I’m sure it’s already blowing up now,” Chris simply stated as he quickly brushed his own teeth, causing Nat to look at him curiously as she moved her toothbrush over her teeth. She hadn’t really thought about it much during the premiere, too distracted by everything going on and listening to Chris’ publicist’s instructions, but back here, in the quiet of his canyon home… her mind started racing. 

As she rinsed her mouth out and put her toothbrush back in its spot, she looked at Chris as he hung a towel on the shower door. Nat went into the bedroom and called back to him, “Do you think so?” 

“Baby, let’s try not to worry about it now. We had an incredible night getting to celebrate what brought us together in the first place so let’s focus on that instead,” Chris told her, standing in the doorway as he shook his head at her, then told her he was going to shower and would be out in a few minutes. 

Before Nat climbed into bed, she picked up her small clutch from her nightstand, pulling out the lipgloss, her phone, and her gum, placing them on her nightstand. As she heard the shower kick on in the bathroom behind the bed, she settled back on the luxurious pillows, staring at her phone as she weighed her options. She could sneak a glance, indulge a little bit and see what was going on… or she could sleep, relish in the time she was getting with Chris before his busy summer schedule truly kicked off, putting them hundreds and thousands of miles apart for most of the time, and face their new reality tomorrow once she was awake. But her curiosity got the best of her and she reached for her phone for the first time that evening, staring at the screen as it powered on. 

Nat felt her stomach drop as she saw what felt like miles and miles of notifications on her phone from texts from friends who now found out she was dating Chris Evans, to thousands and thousands of new follow requests, and articles people were sending her. She wasn’t stupid, knowing that tonight would bring on a barrage of things like this, but actually clicking on a link to an article on People Magazine’s website and finding a picture of her there with the title “Chris Evans surprises at Lightyear premiere with secret girlfriend!”

It seemed like this entire year had brought on so much stress to Nat’s life. It had started with her having to work on two movies at once, causing her to be stuck in the office for all hours of the day and then had ended up with her being promoted. She had been so sure of this promotion, knowing it was the right thing for her career but had resulted in Chris walking out of her life. Although that had turned out well with them back together and stronger than ever, the job she had been so sure about hadn’t panned out the way she wanted. 

San Francisco had been… lonely. Nat didn’t feel like she fit in there and had come to see that Chris’ words had been true and that being in charge of the department had left her feeling exhausted and burnt out in all the worst ways. But she had chosen this, she had put everything on the line for this and didn’t feel like she could give it up that easily, and the one thing that had been her saving grace was that she knew that she’d get this week off tucked in Chris’ home with him once again while their families surrounded them. 

This past week she felt like she could finally breathe, causing her to see just how suffocated she was in her new life. But now even this safe place now came with her face all over the internet and all the stress that came with it. Tears welled in her eyes, feeling nothing but overwhelmed in this moment as she kept torturing herself by scrolling on her phone until suddenly it was being pulled out of her hands. 

“Nattie, don’t do that,” Chris told her, a deep frown on his face as he put her phone down on his nightstand, sliding into the bed. His hair was still wet from the shower, sticking up messily from his attempt to towel dry it, and his chest was bare with a pair of sweats hung low on his hips. His frown remained as he explained to her, “Looking at everything right now is only going to stress you out, trust me.” 

Nat blinked a few times, wiping the tears from her eyes harshly before her hands fidgeted at her side, absentmindedly wishing Dodger hadn’t gone to bed with the kids earlier. “I’m going to have to see it sooner or later,” she protested, tensing a bit as Chris’ hand found her own before he squeezed it comfortingly. 

“Let’s not worry about it now,” he suggested, his voice soft and calm. He then lifted his shoulders in a shrug, pointing out, “Besides, I only have you for a few more days.”

“Don’t remind me,” she muttered, shaking her head. Her brain had a mental countdown to her flight on Saturday back to San Francisco, almost taunting her with the reminder of her return to her sad reality. “I don’t want to go back to work.” 

Chris arched an eyebrow at her, his eyes surprised. “Nattie the workaholic is saying this? I don’t believe it,” he murmured through a laugh. 

“You can believe it now.” 

Nat just stared down at the blankets while using the back of her hand to wipe at the tears spilling down her cheeks until she felt a warm hand on her waist while a low voice coaxed her, “Hey, c’mere.” 

Wanting his comforting touch more than anything, Nat scooted over, letting Chris’ thick arms wrap around her. She laid her head on his bare chest while his hands just rubbed up and down her back and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tried to encourage her, “I know it’s taking a minute to settle in at your new job but you know it’s going to be just fine. You’ll get used to something new, I know you will. And everything from tonight and us appearing together seems big right now but it’ll all die down and be just fine.” 

And although Nat wanted more than anything to have someone understand just how deep her emotions were, how scared and lonely she felt out in San Francisco, something else was stirring inside of her. She knew Chris meant well with those words, but she felt like she had to get over this. That it wasn’t an issue, that this was all in her head, and it was only reinforced by the continual promises of “It’ll get better!” each time she brought up her feelings around everything. 

She’d stick it out. She’d get over it. It’d get better. It had to.

[frownyalfred]

“Why are you bullying Hal Jordan so much in this fic?” Because it’s funny. Because it’s funny and he’s not a real person.

[haddonfieldwhore]

offline - vince dunn

streamer!vince dunn x reader

summary: everyone in vince’s chat thinks he’s in love with you, which makes hiding your relationship interesting

warnings: a few uses of y/n, i think that’s it. not too proud of this one

word count: 0.9k

“bluepanda2, thank you for the 5 gift subs,” you heard vince say into his microphone as you passed by his streaming room. he had been on for nearly 4 hours already, and while you were used to the long streams he did by now, nearly six months into your relationship, you did still get impatient waiting for his attention sometimes. you had been friends with vince for a few years, having met through a mutual friend and staying in touch via text, until one day he gained the courage to ask you out, and here you were now. knowing the stress that the public eye could put a lot of stress on a new relationship, you had both decided it would be best to keep your romance a secret, at least for the first little while. months had gone by and some people were suspicious, and some people just wanted it to happen from the few times you had appeared on or been mentioned in streams.

you didn’t always watch his streams, honestly not having the time to some days, and also feeling like you were spying on him sometimes when you did. but tonight you found yourself missing the man who was just up the stairs from you, and curled up on the couch in his living room with the stream pulled up on your phone.

“guys i’m gonna wrap things up soon. i have a friend coming over so i have to hop off early tonight,” he explained.

- is it y/n?

- i bet it’s y/n

- ^^ i wish they would stream together again

“maybe one day y/n will come over and come on the stream again. i’ll ask them.” vince smiled, reading the chat.

- he’s blushing!!!

- dunner is in love <3

- //youtube link - vince simping compilation//

- are you two dating yet?

- ^^ they’re just friends

- ^^ sure they are lol

"chat, i need you to stop linking clips about me crushing on y/n," he laughed, the crinkles by his eyes on full display, along with the dimple in his cheek that you loved so much. “we’re just friends.”

you smiled as you watched your boyfriend interact with his viewers, knowing how much they meant to him. hopefully one day soon you would be able to tell them the truth, but you both weren’t ready yet. vince wrapped up the stream, and you shut your phone off as you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

“hey, you’re offline early today,” you smiled as he flopped onto the couch next to you. “how was the stream today?”

“it was good. did you watch any of it?” he asked.

“i just caught the last couple minutes,” you smiled mischievously. “you know, when everyone was saying how much you love me.”

“hmmm,” he hummed, pulling you close and kissing your lips softly. “they’re right.”

“do you think we should tell them soon?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“i want to,” he ran his hand over his face. “i just know how people can be. and once it’s out there we can’t take it back, you know?”

“yeah, i get it. for now i’m happy having you all to myself,” you smiled, pulling on his arm until he laid on top of you, his head resting on his chest. your fingers ran through his curls, the soft locks slightly matted down from wearing his headset for so long.

“did you miss me or something?” he teased, and you flicked his forehead with your finger.

“yes, actually,” you pouted, and he laughed as he crawled further on top of you, his hands on either side of your head as his body hovered above yours.

“baby if you want my attention, you just have to ask,” he said sweetly, kissing you again.

“another quote that would get added to the compilation video?” you teased.

“definitely,” he smiled, and it was you that kissed him this time, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him down. his teeth played with your bottom lip as you felt more of his weight on top of you.

“are you tired, vin?” you asked, and he nodded, laying fully on top of you now and burying his face in the crook of your neck. you giggled as he kissed your neck, his stubble tickling against your skin. “vince-“ you whined as he nipped at the skin softly, his hands on your waist, fingertips sliding just under the hem of your sweater. he only hummed in response as he left wet kisses up to your jaw. his lips finally traveled up to your again for one more kiss, before he sat up.

“i’m sorry i never pay enough attention to you,” he said, and you shook your head.

“it’s okay, i’m just being clingy,” you laughed. it honestly wasn’t an issue, there were just some nights you wanted to be close to him when you couldn’t. “maybe i could hang out with you on stream again soon, if the viewers are okay with it.”

“sure, you can tomorrow night if you want,” he said, and a devilish smile tugged at his lips.

“why are you making that face?” you asked nervously and he laughed.

“no reason,” he laughed, before pointing at your neck.

“but if you’re going to be on the stream, we’re gonna have to hide that hickey.”

•

prompt @novvasdreamscape

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[hbdttg]

“Hold the elevator!”

The elevator doors are mere inches from closing, but Steve dutifully shoots a hand out to stop them. They slide back open, revealing a flustered-looking man about Steve’s age on the other side.

He’s dressed head to toe in black, decked out in a simple black pullover with a modest V-neck, snug black jeans, and all-black leather Chucks with a messenger bag slung across his chest. The messenger bag is, unsurprisingly, also black, but covered in a collection of tough-looking patches and pins in varying shades of—well, it’s mostly red, dark red, white, and some yellows, but the pops of color still stand out against his otherwise monochrome ensemble.

His dark, curly hair reaches a little past his shoulders and he’s got this frankly outdated fringe that, despite its very 80’s vibe, frames his face perfectly. His eyes are large and expressive, and he’s got this frantic energy about him that reminds Steve of a live wire. He’s nothing like the buttoned-up suits Steve usually shares his elevator rides with each morning, and it’s a refreshing change of pace.

The man gives Steve a thankful look before stepping into the elevator and leaning against the side wall. “Thanks,” he says, a little distractedly. He’s got a pair big of headphones on and Steve realizes he’s in the middle of a phone call when he adds, “No, not you, Gare, I was thanking the guy who held the elevator for me. Yeah, this building’s crazy. There’s a whole-ass sixtieth floor—guess I’m kind of a big deal now.” He lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, reaching for the panel beside him.

As the doors close and the elevator starts to slowly ascend, Steve notices the man pressed the button for the floor above his. Both the fifty-second and fifty-third floor buttons are lit in a halo of green.

“You know I didn’t want to leave you guys,” the man continues, a bit more quietly now that he and Steve are sharing the same small space, “but shit, I couldn’t turn down the pay.” He scoffs. “Ugh, listen to me, just another cog in the capitalist machine. Man, if high school me could see me now. High school Eddie used to talk big about forced conformity and rising up against the man, and now here I am—”

Steve tries not to listen to the one-sided conversation going on beside him, but it’s difficult when a moment later, he hears his own name.

“—clocking in for my first day at fuckin’ Harrington Hargrove Hagan. The pretentious bastards can’t even shorten it to an acronym or something. God forbid they have to miss out on the sound of their own names.”

Steve manages to hold in the obnoxious snort that threatens to escape him. He’s starting to think he might like this guy—Eddie, his mind supplies helpfully—but Eddie’s next words have him freezing in place.

“And it’s nepo baby central. Yeah, pretty sure all the H kiddies are hotshot brokers with the company. All the biggest accounts—gee, I wonder why.”

Steve can feel the back of his neck burning hot with a mixture of annoyance and shame as Eddie cracks a caustic joke about silver spoons and trust funds.

“You’re kidding, one of them works at this branch? Damn, I guess I’ll just keep an eye out for the guy who most looks like he’s got a giant stick up his ass.”

This is quickly becoming the longest elevator ride of Steve’s life. He grits his teeth and stares fixedly at the floor display panel above the elevator doors, watching the numbers climb higher and higher. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight.

“Listen, I should go, but let’s grab a drink at the Hideout later. Cool, see you then. Bye.”

Forty-one. Forty-two.

Eddie removes his headphones and shoves them into his bag, angling slightly toward Steve. “Sorry about that, man.”

“You’re good,” Steve says shortly, not looking away from the changing numbers. They reach the forty-seventh floor, and all the while, he feels Eddie’s gaze on him.

It’s not like he’s openly staring, but there’s a certain weight to his furtive glances that completely counteracts his attempts at subtlety. It’s the type of gaze Steve’s familiar with, one that he’s been on the receiving end of since his sophomore year of high school when he hit a growth spurt and actually learned how to style his hair. Assessing. Appreciative. Interested.

And in any other situation, Steve would gladly engage. He’d turn on the charm, quirk the corner of his lip up in that way Robin always rolls her eyes at but reluctantly acknowledges as ‘passably effective’, and maybe even make up an excuse to sidle a bit closer.

But he’s not giving this guy his A-game.

Instead, Steve waits in stifling silence until the fifty-second floor is announced and the doors slide open. He steps forward to exit, but at the very last moment stops in the doorway.

He initially wasn’t going to say anything—though, a past version of himself would have definitely spat something biting and bitchy to Eddie about his snark, would have snootily told him to take his little assumptions and shove them where the sun don’t shine—but sooner or later Eddie’s going to realize he and Steve are colleagues, and he’s going to remember shit-talking him in an elevator on his first day of work, and it’s going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

Steve’s just speeding up the timeline, pushing for the sooner rather than the later, when he decides to spin around and fully face Eddie.

“I think you pressed the wrong button,” he says, all sweet and helpful like he’s talking to Dustin’s mom over a sink full of soapy dishes. “Couldn’t help but overhear that you work at Harrington Hargrove Hagan. It’s on the fifty-second floor, not the fifty-third.” Then he takes a small step backward, moving out into the carpeted hallway.

“Oh.” Eddie scrambles for his phone, unlocking it and scrolling quickly until he finds something that has him straightening up and smiling gratefully at Steve. “I guess I remembered it wrong. Thank you.” He pushes away from the wall, takes a step forward to follow Steve out, but then stops dead in his tracks.

Steve gleefully notes the line of Eddie’s gaze, how it lingers at the breast pocket of his shirt, where, clipped to a retractable badge reel, his building keycard hangs. Eddie evidently hadn’t noticed it during the elevator ride up, but he’s certainly fixated on it now.

Perhaps on the abstract yet easily recognizable Harrington Hargrove Hagan logo in the top right corner.

But more likely, based on the positively mortified look growing on Eddie’s face, on the name clearly printed underneath Steve’s photo in bold, black lettering: STEVE HARRINGTON.

Slowly, Eddie drags his eyes back up to Steve’s face. He stares in silence, eyes bugging nearly out of his head, face turning a concerning shade of pink, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and his reaction is extreme enough that a small part of Steve is almost inclined to take pity on the guy and laugh it all off.

Unfortunately for Eddie, a bigger part of Steve thinks Eddie looks kind of cute all red-faced and embarrassed like this. So he glances down at himself thoughtfully before turning his attention back on Eddie. “Wow,” he says with exaggerated astonishment, “now that you mention it, I guess I do look like I’ve got a giant stick up my ass.”

As if on cue, the elevator chimes in warning. The doors begin to close, but Eddie just remains rooted in place with that same wide-eyed, horrified expression.

When it becomes clear he has no intentions of actually exiting the elevator, Steve chuckles and wiggles his fingers in a cheeky little wave. “Welcome to the team,” he says airily, before Eddie’s still-blushing face disappears behind the elevator doors.

/ Now with a Part 2!

[dragonpyre]

Heyyyyy heard you had the idea for an au where Jason thinks he's a clone of the real Jason? Cool idea, can I hear more about it??

Ok, SO

Basically the premise is Jason has some weird fucked up version of Cotards Syndrome and also is massively dissociating cuz holy shit the amount of the trauma that boy has.

But after coming out of the pit, he realizes present him and past him are almost two entirely different people. They react to things differently, he’s far easier to anger (a symptom of PTSD), he can’t really remember parts of his old life, and when he does, it doesn’t have the same emotional connection he remembers it used to. Also, people don’t come back to life. Ever (Superman excluded).

All of which leads him to the conclusion of “I’m a clone of the deceased Jason Todd”

Because, apparently being a clone of a dead boy is easier than admitting to severe untreated PTSD…

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by my bestie @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet chapter five: sugar rush

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I’m made for you, we can’t deny it. Meet me there where it never closes. Meet me there where it’s never hopeless. All is fair in love… We feel so good, it’s almost frightening. Let’s try again; I don’t deserve you, you’re a diamond.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Lea awoke to the arm around her waist tightening and lips kissing her neck.

“Good morning,” a voice murmured against her skin.

Wakefulness seeped into her mind slowly, like sand filtering through an hourglass, and she recalled several things at once.

Mr. Chalamet kissing his wife.

Crying.

Mr. Chalamet asking her to let him kiss her.

The marble of his kitchen counter cold on the bare skin of her back, the twinkling light of the dimmed chandelier overhead as he—

Holy fuck.

Mr. Chalamet was… he was…

He was her boyfriend now.

Giddiness filled her veins like a sugar rush, and she arched into his searching hand.

“Timothée,” she breathed, her eyes still closed to the afternoon sun filtering in through the bedroom windows overlooking the gardens.

“Mmm,” he hummed in contentment, kissing her neck and trailing his hand up her bare waist to cup her breast. “I like the way you say my name.”

Lea finally opened her eyes as he began to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

She wanted him again. She was fairly certain she’d wanted him since the beginning of time, in fact.

“You’re probably too sore to go again right now,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret, “but we can do… other things. If you want.”

“Like what?” Lea asked breathlessly, excitement swirling in her abdomen.

He hummed again, considering. “I could sit you in my lap.” More kisses to her neck. “I can’t put my dick in you, but I can rub it against your little pussy.”

Her insides spasmed.

“Would you like that, sweetheart?” Tim asked gently. “You can grind your clit on my dick until you cum. What do you think?”

Lea turned over as fast as she could in his embrace, barely having the time to take in his sleep-mussed hair and half-lidded eyes before she fastened her lips to his.

He returned her kiss enthusiastically, fisting a hand in her hair.

Tim’s chest was warm against hers as he gently pushed her onto her back and climbed between her legs, kissing her with a lazy sort of hunger that made her dizzy. God, he was everything.

“Inside me,” she begged into his mouth, canting her hips upwards in encouragement. “Want you inside me—“

“No, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, trailing kisses down her flushed throat again. “Not yet. You’re too sore.”

“‘m not sore,” Lea insisted. “I’m fine, I want you—“

“It’s okay,” he shushed her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll satisfy you, I promise.”

“You can take care of me,” she panted out, “by getting inside me.”

“Soon,” he assured her with a quiet chuckle. “Be patient. Trust me.”

“Tim—“ Lea was just starting to whine desperately when a ring from the bedside table cut her off.

Her newfound boyfriend sat up with a long-suffering sigh, raking his fingers through his curls. She was so struck by the way he looked—sunlight glinting off his pale skin, his hair casting shadows over his face, not to mention his body, holy fucking shit but he was beautiful—that it was as if they were frozen in time.

And then he shot her a lazy grin before rolling off of her to grab his phone. 

“Yeah?” he said into the phone. There was an inaudible voice from the other end, and he smiled slightly. “I’m glad your flight went well, sweetie.” A pause. “No, you don’t need to put your mom on the phone. Thank you, though.”

He’s talking to Elle, Lea realized, watching him with wide eyes. In her defense, he was completely naked. 

“Yeah, Lea’s still here.” He plopped back down on his bed next to her, taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together. “I think she’s still in bed.” She glared at him when he shot her a wink. “Uh-huh, yeah. I’ll tell her. Okay, love you, too. Bye, sweetie.” He hung up and put his phone back on the bedside table before turning back to Lea. “Elle says hi.”

Lea blinked at him. Elle was her friend. And she was… god, she was fucking her dad. Elle was her friend, and Lea had gone and fucked her dad behind her back. What a shitty thing to do. Elle thought her parents were in love, for fuck’s sake! She’d be heartbroken if she knew.

“I know that face,” Tim cut into her thoughts. “You’re upset. What’s going on?”

“I betrayed Elle,” Lea admitted, guilty tears filling her eyes. “I slept with my friend’s dad. God, what… what an awful thing to do.”

Tim sighed. “Oh, sweetheart.” He took her in his arms and pulled her close. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help who you fall for.” His voice was soft, gentle. Sweet. “I couldn’t help falling for you, either.”

“Even if we…” She gulped anxiously. “Y’know, wanted this, it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why?” he asked. “Why shouldn’t we be happy?”

“It’s wrong,” Lea insisted shakily, even as she leaned into his chest. “These feelings are wrong, but acting on them is even worse.”

He cupped her cheek then, tilting her face up towards his. “How could what we have be wrong? Explain to me what’s so wrong about us being together, being happy.”

“I’m friends with your daughter,” she reminded him. “I betrayed her, and now I’m gonna have to lie to her about it. Plus, you’re married.” She looked down. “And, y’know… you’re a hell of a lot older than I am.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Is my age a turn-off for you?”

Lea shook her head. “No, not really.”

“Then why is it a problem?” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “Is it because of what you think?”

“Not really,” she admitted.

“Is it because of what other people would think, then?”

She grimaced. “I guess so.”

He sighed. “Lea, sweetheart.” She glanced up at him, and he continued, “It’s our relationship, not theirs. What’s it matter what other people think? All I care about is what we think, what we want, and how we feel.”

“I don’t want anyone to say anything bad about you,” she mumbled.

Tim snorted derisively. “I’ve been a public figure since I was sixteen. I haven’t paid attention to what other people think of me in a long, long time.” A pause. “And anyway, we wouldn’t be public about it for another few years, once Elle graduates. You’ll be twenty-two by then anyway.”

“And you’ll be thirty-seven,” she pointed out glumly.

“I guess I will, yeah.”

“And a half,” she tacked on.

“Yes,” he confirmed slowly. “So what?”

“So,” she enunciated, “my mom isn’t comfortable with the idea of me dating any guy. Dating a married guy who’s nearly thirty-eight? She’ll have a heart attack.”

He was silent for a long moment. “I’m pretty confident I can win her over.”

Lea snorted. “You underestimate how much she dislikes men.”

“Because of your dad, right?” he recalled. When she nodded wordlessly, he tightened his arms around her, rubbing her bare back comfortingly. “We’ll have been together for awhile by that point. I’m sure she’ll understand that I’m not gonna hurt you. As far as the age difference goes, well.” He sighed. “I know a lot of guys in my position have a history of dating girls your age. I don’t. The last time I was with someone under thirty, I was also under thirty.”

“I really am too young for you, huh?” she mumbled unhappily.

“No, sweetheart,” Tim reassured her gently with a kiss to her hair. “You’re perfect as you are.”

“Are you sure?” she asked timidly.

“I’m sure.” He continued rubbing her back. “I’ll talk to your mom when the time comes, alright? I’ll handle it.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“I’m not gonna be married by then, by the way,” he pointed out. “Or if I am, I’ll be in the process of getting divorced.”

“You’re… you’re not staying with her?”

He snorted. “What, you think I wanna spend the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love?”

She blinked. “I mean… you’ve spent seventeen years with her, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “which is why I don’t wanna waste more time with her as my wife than necessary.” He slid a hand into her hair. “Plus, I hope we’re still together by then, and if we are, I’ll be honest: I’m definitely gonna be in love with you by that point, and the last thing I want now is to be married to another woman, so once I’m in love with you?” He scoffed lightly. “No way in hell will I wanna stay with her long-term.”

Lea smiled despite herself, burying her face in his chest.

“Now then,” he continued, “about Elle and the obvious guilt you are experiencing.” She groaned, and he chuckled quietly. “I get it. I feel bad about keeping it from her, too. You’re my girlfriend now, and therefore one of the most important people in my life. It sucks keeping our relationship from her, especially when it means so much to me, and because you mean so much to her.” He sighed. “But it’s necessary for her. Lola and I agreed a long time ago to keep our relationships out of her life.”

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered grumpily.

“Hey.” Tim put two fingers under her chin so as to tilt her face up towards his again. “Don’t feel bad, okay? We’ll tell her eventually, and anyway, this is in no way your fault.” He cupped her cheek. “Don’t give up on us before we’ve even tried.”

“Okay,” she breathed, trying her damnedest not to look at his mouth. In her defense, he had a very nice mouth.

Tim, however, had no qualms whatsoever about eyeing her lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she murmured, already leaning up towards him.

He slid a hand into her hair and leaned down to kiss her.

Lea didn’t mean to snoop. She really, truly didn’t. It was an honest mistake.

But he’d left his texts with his wife up on the sunroom coffee table, and they were, like, right there.

I have a girlfriend btw

Is this one new?

Yeah, a couple weeks now

Do I know her?

You’ve met her

It’s Elle’s friend, isn’t it? The redhead?

Yeah, how’d you know?

Cuz I saw you trying not to look at her in front of Elle lol

What can I say? She’s hot

Bit young for you, isn’t she?

Eh idgaf, she’s great. You’ll like her

Let’s see how long this one lasts, then. Get back to me in a few months 😂

Shut up I really like her okay

Alright, alright

And that was the most recent text. 

“Lea,” came Tim’s voice from the kitchen, “have you seen my phone?”

“Y— yeah,” she called back. “I’ll bring it to you, one sec.”

Standing on shaky legs, Lea walked across the house and into the kitchen.

He was in the process of making them dinner, and she set his phone on the countertop next to him. He reached for it and, upon seeing it was still open, looked up at her.

“I take it you’re blushing because of the texts?”

She looked away uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean to see them.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her with a grin over his shoulder. “There’s nothing on my phone I feel the need to hide from you.”

“So, um.” Lea swallowed anxiously. “You told her?”

“Who, Lola?” 

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I always tell her when I get a new girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

He paused in his food preparation before turning his face towards her. “Is that… okay?”

Lea crossed an arm over her stomach, cupping her elbow. “I mean, yeah, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess.”

He sighed, turning towards her fully and leaning back against the counter. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve talked to you about it first. I sometimes forget this is all new to you.”

She smiled slightly in reassurance. “It’s okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, clasping her hands in his.

“You don’t have to,” she assured him. “I’m not upset, I was just surprised.”

He hummed, pulling her closer. “Nope, won’t do. I have wronged my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, and the situation must be rectified.”

“Oh, it must, huh?” she teased with a grin. 

Tim nodded seriously. “Yes, it must.”

Giggling, she looped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

“What’s this?” Lea asked as Tim kissed her neck.

“A dress,” he informed her helpfully, gesturing to the midnight blue minidress with gold embroidery that made it look like it was sparkling. “Thought you’d like it.”

“It’s gorgeous,” she confirmed, leaning into him. “What’s the occasion?”

“We’re going to a party, so I got you a dress and some stuff you may wanna wear with it.”

“A party?” she questioned in surprise. “I thought this whole… thing between us wasn’t gonna be public?”

“‘Thing’?” he questioned, sounding somewhat disappointed. “I’d prefer to think of it as a relationship, but no, we’re not going public. I won’t take you to any parties where there’ll be photographers or anything, and my friends wouldn’t post pictures of us publicly,” he assured her. “Besides, you’ve been invited.”

She turned around in his arms. “I have?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Steph invited you.”

She wracked her brain, trying to remember who that might be and if she knew him. It hit her after a moment. “Steph as in Stephane Bak?”

Tim nodded.

She stared up at him in disbelief. “Stephane Bak invited me to a party?”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged. “I mentioned that I have a girlfriend, and he said to bring you.”

Her head was spinning. “Holy shit.”

“I dunno why you’re so surprised,” he chuckled. “It’s not like you’ve never met any of Elle’s friends who’re a bit more well-known than you’re used to, right?”

“Well yeah,” Lea agreed, “but this is different, isn’t it? Like, is it a small party with a few people or is it, like, a big thing?”

Tim snorted. “Well, it’s Steph, so it’s definitely not gonna be small.”

“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “It’s a big famous people party. I’ve got no business being at a party like that.”

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean. Do I count as a famous person in your book?”

She frowned. “Well, duh.”

“Then I would like to point out that you are dating a famous person, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently. “No one there is the sort of person to treat you differently, but even if they were, you have every right to be there.”

“Okay,” she conceded, fisting a hand in his shirt.

“Besides,” Tim went on, “the idea of you wearing that little dress, walking into a party on my arm, everyone who sees us knowing you’re mine?” He hummed, leaning in closer to brush his lips over her neck. “Kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

“You’re weird,” she pointed out with a giggle.

“I don’t think it’s weird to want everyone else to know that my girlfriend is superior and therefore I am also superior,” he quipped without hesitation.

Lea snorted. “I’m not superior. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Agree to disagree,” he hummed, pressing a swift kiss to her neck.

She rolled her eyes outright at that. “When’s this party, anyway?”

“Next week. That okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” She leaned into him, basking in his warmth. “Not like I’m doing anything for the summer, anyway. I probably should be working.”

“You’re doing very important work,” Tim assured her.

“Oh?”

“I’ve been told that keeping me satisfied is a full-time job, so I’d say so, yeah.”

She choked on her own saliva. “Making out with you does not count as a job, Tim!”

He snickered. “It’s not just making out.”

“You know what I mean,” Lea said firmly. She wasn’t super comfortable discussing their sex life when they weren’t actually, like… having sex at that exact moment.

He found it hilarious and took great pleasure in saying things that he insisted turned her face the exact same shade of red as her hair. She’d never say it, but the truth was, she thought about it a lot. Particularly how they’d been together for a few weeks already, and he still wouldn’t be as rough with her as she knew he wanted to be. It was immensely frustrating to feel him holding back.

“Maybe I need clarification.” 

He was giving her such a grin that she knew he was full of it. She informed him of this by wordlessly pinching him on one of the arms he had wrapped around her waist.

“Ow!”

“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she scolded.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, a move he knew full well reminded her that she was significantly shorter than he was. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, though.”

“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she repeated, enunciating her words slowly.

“Pah!” he huffed. “Fine. Party pooper.”

“I honestly have no idea why you’re into me,” she admitted. “I’d think you’d want someone who was more…”

“More what?”

She sighed. “I dunno. On your level, I guess? It’s hard to put into words.”

“I like you,” he informed her bluntly. “I like you a lot, actually. Isn’t that reason enough?”

She smiled despite herself. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Are you sure you wanna bring me to this?” she asked, fidgeting anxiously with the hemline of her midnight blue dress.

“Baby,” Tim sighed, “of course I want you to come with me.”

“I just… I feel weird meeting your friends…”

“Why?” he pressed gently.

“I mean… I’m your side chick, y’know? And you’re introducing me to your friends.” She shrugged. “It feels weird.”

“You’re not my side chick, Lea,” he said softly. She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so she stayed silent. “Hey.” He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up towards his. “You are more to me than that. Okay?”

She sighed, leaning her forehead against his chest and closing her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled guiltily. “I don’t mean to doubt you.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her hair gently. “I’m not offended, sweetheart. I just don’t like to see you feeling this way, is all. I want you to be happy.”

Smiling slightly, she nestled into him. “You make me happy, Tim.”

“You’re sure you wanna take me to this?” she asked him outside a ridiculously fancy hotel suite his friend was currently staying at. 

“I’m positive, babydoll.”

He trailed his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, the motion almost absentminded.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” she conceded hesitantly.

“Great,” he said with a grin before stepping towards the door and pounding on it a few times. “Hey, asshole! Open up!”

Lea blinked up at him, startled.

The door opened, music spilling out into the hallway. A tall man stuck his head out the door, and Lea stared up at him with wide eyes.

“And who might you be?” Stephane asked her with his heavy French accent.

Tim rolled his eyes and pushed past his friend, tugging Lea after him by the hand. “Tim!” she hissed scoldingly. 

He sighed, turning around to face his very amused-looking friend, who said, “Your girlfriend, I take it?”

Tim nodded, winding his arm around her waist again. “Steph, this is Lea. Lea, this is Steph.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a polite smile.

Stephane nodded back at her, returning her smile. “Come, I’ll get you something to drink.”

They followed him through the throngs of people, and upon reaching a bar, Tim was given a glass of something-or-other, and when Lea was asked what she wanted, she pursed her lips in thought. “Do you have any sodas?”

Stephane raised his eyebrows. “I could fix you a rum and Coke if you’d like.”

Lea tucked a curl behind her ear anxiously. “Oh, um… that’s okay. Just a Coke is fine, thank you.”

Stephane looked at her a bit strangely, but he handed her a Coke anyway.

She was sipping it idly when someone slapped Tim on the back. They both turned around in surprise, and Lea’s mouth fell open when she saw Zendaya grinning at Tim.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile!” she said loudly over the thumping of the bass. “Who’s this?”

“Lea, my—“

“This is Lea?” Zendaya cut him off, her grin widening.

“Hi,” Lea managed, feeling more than a little starstruck.

“You’re adorable!” Zendaya squealed, engulfing Lea in a hug. Lea blinked, but tentatively hugged the other woman back. When Zendaya pulled away, she leaned in close and stage-whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret.” Lea’s eyes widened. “Tim’s, like, borderline obsessed with you.”

Lea turned bright red, turning to her boyfriend, who had obviously heard what had been said, but looked entirely unrepentant about it. He shrugged lazily. “Can you blame me, though? I’m pretty sure anybody in my situation would be.”

“Seriously,” Zendaya went on as if Tim hadn’t said anything at all, “he never shuts up about you.”

Lea smiled, instantly deciding she liked Zendaya. 

“I think we’re gonna be good friends,” Zendaya informed her.

Tim had had a few drinks, and so he was getting extremely handsy, as he usually did when tipsy. He had pulled her away from a conversation she’d been having and into his lap in a chair tucked away in a dark corner. He situated her so that she was sitting sideways, which made it easy for him to fist a hand in her hair and pull her in for a kiss.

It grew heated very quickly, his hand palming her ass roughly as he mouthed at her neck. She forgot where she was, the rush of her blood drowning out the pounding of the bass.

He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat before fastening his mouth to hers again, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. 

“You’re too goddamn sexy,” he told her, voice raspy. “This little dress swishes up around your ass, teasing me.”

“You’re the one that got me this, y’know,” she pointed out breathlessly.

“Oh, I know,” he growled. “That’s part of why I got it for you. It’s short and your tits bulge out of it. So fuckin’ hot. And you’re all mine.”

“Mhm,” Lea hummed, kissing him eagerly. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he groaned, squeezing her ass with both hands now. 

“Want you,” he murmured against her lips. “Wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Tim,” she giggled scoldingly, “we’re in public.”

“So what?” he scoffed. “There’s definitely somewhere in here we can go for a little privacy.” He paused. “Unless… unless you don’t want to?”

She shifted in his lap slightly. “I never said that.”

She felt his smirk against her skin. “Is that so? You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

She nodded eagerly, and he immediately hoisted her up and pulled her into a nearby bathroom.

He pressed her back up against the closed door and flicked the lock. The music was a bit fainter, so she could hear him better when he said, “How ‘bout I give it to you rough this time?” She shivered in delight at the thought, and he smirked against her neck. “You think you’re ready for that, sweetheart? Ready for a good, hard fuck?”

“I want it,” she gasped out, fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

“Patience,” he scolded with a dark chuckle, yanking her dress up around her waist and bending her over the countertop. He ran his hands reverently over the skin of her ass that the open back Agent Provocateur panties exposed, the dark blue fabric contrasting sharply against her pale skin. “Mmm,” he hummed, giving her asscheek a rough squeeze. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh,” she whimpered, wiggling her ass enticingly. She wanted him inside her already.

“Been teasing me all night, Lea,” he chided. “You think you deserve a punishment for that?”

Her heart leapt at the prospect of him punishing her, butterflies filling her stomach. “Yes,” she breathed.

“I think so, too. Been such a bad girl, huh?” He squeezed her ass again before giving it a sharp smack. She moaned low in her throat, lifting her ass up off the countertop a bit, wanting him to do it again. “What kind of slut likes to be spanked?” he murmured, smacking her other asscheek. “Dirty little girl.” She moaned again, and he hastily added, “Seriously, though, Lea— if you don’t like it or it hurts or you want me to stop, tell me. I won’t be upset, alright?”

She nodded rapidly. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, kneading the reddened skin of her ass before giving it another sharp slap. “Look so pretty with your ass in the air for me, babydoll. You gonna take my cock as well as you take your punishment?”

“Mhm,” she gasped out, the sound turning into another moan of pleasure when he slapped her ass again. “Fuck, Tim—“

“Not nearly as innocent as you seem, huh?” he teased. “Dirty little slut who likes getting spanked, getting fucked?”

“‘m your slut, Tim,” she whined desperately. “Want it, I want it, please—“

“You gonna be good for me?” he rasped, and she heard him undoing his pants swiftly. “You gonna take this cock like the filthy little fucktoy you are?”

“Yes, I will, I will, just—“ she cut herself off with a whine.

Tim yanked her panties down and off, spread her legs roughly, and slammed into her. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Take it, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Tim,” she moaned in desperation, her legs kicking mindlessly, the tips of her toes brushing the tiled floor.

His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as he set a rough pace, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Pull your dress down,” he panted out. “Bra, too. Show me those tits in the mirror.”

She scrambled up onto her elbows, hastily yanking her dress and bra down beneath her breasts, the blue and gold eye pendant she wore swaying as he fucked her.

“Lemme see,” he demanded sharply, smacking her ass. She yelped at the delicious sting and pushed herself up a bit so he could see her breasts. “Fuck,” he grunted, his hands tightening their grip on her. “Love how big they are.” He smacked her ass again. “And the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you like this— so fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she was chanting mindlessly, her toes curling at how good it felt. “God, the way you stretch me out, fuck—“

“You like that, huh?” he chuckled. “Like getting split open on my dick, Lea?”

“Uh huh,” she moaned, her hair falling in front of her face. “So good, don’t stop, please don’t stop—“

“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “I’ll fuck you till you’re satisfied. Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Can’t help it,” she admitted, moaning loudly when he smacked her ass again. “Feels too good.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.” He kneaded the reddened skin of her asscheek. “You got a taste of my cock and now you can’t get enough, is that it?”

“Yeah,” Lea gasped. “So good, so big—“

“I think it’s more that your pussy is just so little, so tight,” he corrected, using his grip on her hips to pull her back and forth onto his cock. “But you’re used to it now, huh? Used to getting fucked.”

She could only whimper mindlessly, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Nuh uh,” he snapped, gripping her hair at the back of her head and yanking her upright. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. Don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

Lea forced her eyes open and met his gaze in the mirror. His hand tightened in her hair, and she inhaled sharply at the sting.

“You gonna be good for me?” he demanded. “You gonna behave, do what I tell you?”

“Yes,” she promised, her voice more of a moan than an actual vocalization, and when he smacked her ass sharply, she yelped.

“You like it?” Tim wanted to know. When all she did was nod wordlessly, her eyes glazed at how roughly he was fucking her, he yanked her hair. “Use your words, Lea. If you like what I do to you, you have to tell me.”

“I— I like it,” she managed to force out.

“Yeah?” he murmured, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “You want more?” Before she could moan in response, he added, “You’d better tell me what you want or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop, please,” she begged desperately. “I want more, I want you to fuck me, please, I want—“ A moan cut her off, pulled from her vocal chords when he slammed into her again.

“Like this?” Tim panted, the force of her thrusts jolting her body against the countertop.

“God, harder,” she pleaded. “I want it harder, please—“

He obliged her, though he gave her ass a sharp smack at his next thrust. “Knew you’d love getting your tight little pussy pounded,” he chuckled, spanking her again. She whimpered at the sting, at the way he stretched her, and he said, “Such a fuckin’ slut, huh?”

Lea moaned incoherently, her toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck, Tim, ah—“ she managed.

Her eyes were drooping again, and he smacked her ass to get her attention, yanking her hair sharply so she’d meet his gaze in the mirror. “Bad girl,” he scolded darkly. “Eyes open. Watch me.” He spanked her again before kneading the reddened skin, fucking into her so harshly she thought she’d die from how good it felt.

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, eyes roving over his reflection. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but he didn’t need to when he looked so freakin’ hot regardless of what clothes he had—or didn’t have—on.

He knew pretty well by that point how to know when she was checking him out, so he smirked and said, “Like what you see, huh?”

Lea flushed at being caught staring, looking down in embarrassment.

Tim gave her ass another slap, and she yelped in surprised delight. “What did I say about looking at me?” he demanded, his voice low.

“To not stop,” she admitted, her voice almost a whine.

“That’s right,” he confirmed. “Be a good girl and do what I tell you.”

“Yes, Tim,” she agreed immediately, not wanting him to stop. Her obedience was rewarded with a harsh thrust, and she moaned blissfully.

“How ‘bout I make you cum?” he asked roughly. “Would you like that, sweetheart? Wanna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted mindlessly. “I wanna cum, please—“

“You gonna behave for me?” he rasped. “Be my good girl, my slutty little princess?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I will, Tim, I swear, I’ll be so good for you, please make me cum—“

He snaked a hand under her, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. The angle limited his thrusting somewhat, so he could really only rock his hips into her, but it didn’t matter because she was full, he was filling her, and he was rubbing her clit and making her feel so fucking good. “Can feel your pussy clenching around me, Lea. Why don’t you cum, babydoll? Show me how much you love it when I fuck you, huh?”

He reached up and squeezed one of her breasts, twisting her nipple roughly, and she moaned deep in her throat. “Tim, I— ‘m gonna cum, I—“

“I know you are,” he murmured, watching her eyes flutter shut in the mirror. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck I’m so close—“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “Give it to me, c’mon.”

She moaned again, rolling her hips against his hand as best she could with the countertop in the way, and then—

And then Lea’s orgasm ripped through her, her voice a cacophony of moans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.

“Fuck,” he panted, still squeezing her breast. “God, the way you clench around me when you cum, baby, I’m gonna— fuck—“

“Mmm,” she hummed in lazy contentment. “Yeah, Tim, fill me up. Want it, want you.”

He groaned her name, the hand grasping her hip tightening, his fingers digging into her skin bruisingly, and then he made a sound like he’d had the wind knocked out of him, doubling over and repeatedly pressing kisses to the skin of her back that her dress revealed.

“Are you serious right now, man?” Zendaya asked as they awkwardly slinked—well, okay. Lea awkwardly slinked. Tim strolled like this was a common, everyday occurrence—out of the bathroom. Lea froze, blushing bright red and fumbling for something to say, but Zendaya appeared to be addressing Tim. “You really couldn’t wait until you got home to accost this poor girl?”

Lea’s blush deepened, but Tim simply shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I really couldn’t, no.”

Zendaya rolled her eyes before fixing them on Lea. “You good?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “Yeah, I’m, uh…” She fumbled, seemingly unable to articulate anything of note.

Tim chuckled affectionately, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her in close with a swift kiss to her hair and a murmur of, “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Shut up, Tim, oh my god!” Lea bristled, glaring fiercely at him, though admittedly not pushing him away.

He shrugged again, the arm around her waist tightening.

Zendaya rolled her eyes again. “You’re disgusting, Tim. Go home.”

He shot his friend a grin and a sarcastic salute before pulling Lea off to find their host and say their goodbyes.

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[avenging-fandoms]

You have a little fight with Pedrito before you leave for the Oscars. His agent doesn’t think it’s a good idea that you go together as a couple since not many people even know that you guys are dating. So you go separately, but when Pedro sees you on the champagne carpet he can’t help himself. Secret is out 😉

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“This is dumb, I’m going to be late because of you and I had more things to do to get ready” Pedro’s make up artist brushed powder off his face and Pedro rolled his eyes.

“I’m so sorry we all can’t be perfect, honey. Five minutes and we’ll leave” Pedro replied and you huffed, sitting on the couch.

“Actually, Y/N, your ride is here” you and Pedro look at Nicole, his agent, confused. “We feel it’s best for you two to arrive separately so the attention isn’t all on your relationship that no one knows about. There’s already speculations. If you want to keep it secret, you arrive separately”

You laugh and stand up, grabbing your clutch. “Well, at least I won’t be late anymore” your heels clicked against the ground as you walked out of his hotel room, heading down to the lobby.

On the way to the Oscars, you couldn’t help but think about the fight you had with Pedro. It felt like you were suffocating by keeping this relationship a secret, it was a year next month.

You wanted to bring it up, you wanted to say something, but it wasn’t the time or place. You wanted to tell him you were ready to tell everyone you two were together, but was he?

You wondered if his agent didn’t want him arriving with you so the attention was only on Pedro and she wanted headlines of his name instead of yours next to it.

Little too late for that.

You step out of the car and hand your clutch over, heading onto the carpet with a bright fake smile. You did your best to hide your nervousness and your anxiety as Pedro wasn’t next to you like he normally would be.

Pedro arrived about 5 minutes after you and as soon as his shoe hit the carpet, his eyes spotted you. It was this neat trick he had. Any room, any size crowd, he could always find you.

His insides burned. His mouth became dry as he stared at you looking serious on the champagne carpet, he couldn’t stop his feet from rushing over to you.

As you made your way down further your heard loud screams and the chant of your boyfriend’s name. You tried to ignore him, posing for different cameras and keeping your body turned from Pedro.

“Princesa, look at me” your body instantly turned to Pedro and he smiled, holding your hips as your hands held his biceps, the cameras happily clicking away with money signs in their eyes.

“I didn’t get to tell you before you ran out, but you look absolutely stunning” his lips kiss down your jaw and neck as his arms get tighter around your waist, dipping you a bit.

You giggle as your leg kicks back, arm around his neck with the cameramen egging you two on.

Pedro stood back up and you look at him with a smile. “What happened to keeping us a secret?”

“Fuck that, I was gonna wait until we hit a year but you look so gorgeous tonight I wanted to make sure people knew you were mine” you smile and Pedro kisses you quickly, wrapping his arms around you.