@rcnegcdes

Lily James and Ansel Elgort in the Baby Driver behind-the-scenes

rcnegcdes‌:

Having known each other for as long as they had Max knew full well that he and Charlotte knew more about one another than almost any other people in the world; he knew her quirks almost better than he felt he knew his and the soft reminder that she had always seemed almost allergic to the concept of sharing her food with anyone had never prompted anything but deep amusement. He found himself rolling his eyes fondly at the comment even as he tossed a wink in Charlotte’s direction with a crooked smirk, “You always were good at taking care of me. I don’t think I’ve eaten today, so this is the best surprise. My girl and pancakes— what more could a fella want?” ‘My girl’. The comment filtered through his ears in slow motion— he’d never been shy about conveying just how much Charlotte meant to him, how important she was to everything he was as a person but he couldn’t recall any time in their adult lives that he’d said anything that attached her to him with such possessiveness behind it and he only had the presence of mind to swallow a mouthful of pancakes roughly as he listened to her talk about work.

“I’m glad you’re not goin’ anywhere,” Max admitted, a relief he hadn’t known he would feel having been unaware that travel might’ve been in Charlotte’s future rippling through him. His eyes darted over his shoulder at the blinking cursor on his computer screen and the open screenplay he’d been in the midst of when Charlotte had entered. He cleared his throat briefly with his lip drawn tightly between his teeth for a moment before he turned back to look at her with an openness in his eyes that was rarely so pronounced, “It’s uh, this new thing I’m working on. I guess the characters are kind of inspired by us. I mean, it’s not a guess ‘cause they definitely are and um… yeah. Th-that’s what’s goin’ on there.”

Charlotte had loved Max before she knew what love was. It wasn’t a surface love, it was an organic, pure love. It was the kind of love that had her using lost eyelashes, dandelions, shooting stars and 11:11 wishes for his happiness. Growing up together meant that they knew how the other thought, the other’s little habits and quirks because it stemmed from having firsthand experience of the development. Max knew she didn’t like to share food. Charlotte knew he’d take those cheesy 80′s movies on any given day. Verbalizing that want was one thing, but she knew it as a learned behavior. 

“I haven’t seen you outside this room in a while, I figured you hadn’t eaten yet.” She didn’t dare comment on my girl. A slip of the tongue, surely. Charlotte and Max were partners in crime. You didn’t get one without the other. “You’ve been workin’ an awful long time on that. Why not take a break? We can find some movie to watch in the living room. I think I have The Princess Bride recorded or on DVD somewhere.” 

If she had taken the traveling offer, she would barely be home. That just wouldn’t do. Being with Max just seemed natural. It fit. There was no underlying awkwardness, almost literally like his home was hers. It didn’t feel like “Max’s apartment” but like home, a place she was always welcome. 

“Can I read it? I mean, if it’s not finished or you aren’t ready for me to read it. I’m no expert, but I mean, I could take a look.”

rcnegcdes‌:

Max raised one shoulder in a brief shrug in response, “I make my own schedule, sugar, I can take as much time off as I want to. So, yeah, I’ve got all the time in the world for you,” He replied, popping the lid on the takeout container as he settled down in his chair with a lingering smile curling at his lips. His smile widened as he took in the stack of pancakes nestled in the container as he fixed his gaze on Charlotte again, eyes bright with mirth, “You tryin’ to butter me up, darlin’? You didn’t need to get me pancakes to get me to spend time with you,” He teased, taking his first proper bite with a hum of pleasure. He was content to eat quietly; his eyes darted to Charlotte every so often and lingered there in spite of his best efforts not to stare at her the longer they sat together. It was a thrill just to see her after work had kept them apart, and he was reminded keenly of the fact that all she had to do was be anywhere near him and it prompted a kind of peace in him that was difficult to find with anyone else. 

“Has work been alright, though? I know you’ve been busy and stuff, but you’re still enjoying it, right?” He asked, his words garbled by the mouthful of pancakes he was in the midst of chewing. A flush bloomed in his cheeks as he spoke and he hurried to finish the food in his mouth as he waited for Charlotte’s response.

Working from home had its perks and she knew that, but Charlotte was also aware how important his work was to him. It made him happy and she would support it. He loved his work and it was reflected in his actions and his words when someone asked him about it. She always loved how he brightened when he spoke about something he was passionate about. Something had shifted between them and she didn’t know what it was or how long it had been laying dormant. Every time she happened to catch his glance, a little jolt ran through her almost like static electricity. “No, I’m trying to get you to butter those pancakes up. And you and I both know I bond with people over food. I don’t share my food, but I’ll get you your own,” she responded playfully. 

“Work’s been work. Steady. They fortunately don’t want me to travel, but there was talk of it for a minute. I told them I’d rather be home as much as possible.” She cut into her pancake with her fork and took a massive bite before she realized she needed to follow it up with a question of her own. “What are you working on?” She pointed with a fork towards his desk. 

rcnegcdes‌:

As depressing as it sounded when he admitted it to anyone out loud— Max was used to being alone. He’d had his mom and Charlotte when he was growing up, of course, and their company had been more than enough as far as he was concerned but he was a deeply introverted person at heart and he needed more time alone to function at a baseline than almost anyone else he knew. Regardless, he wasn’t accustomed to not having Charlotte around now that she’d moved in with him and he felt her absence keenly even as he threw himself into his work to avoid thinking about the fact that he missed her desperately even with her staying in the spare bedroom. It was ridiculous ( or so he tried to tell himself ) and he did his best to ignore it; the last thing he wanted was to say something that made her feel guilty about the amount she was working or the amount of time they weren’t spending together. 

Somehow all of that had manifested in shutting himself into his office most days to work on a screenplay featuring characters that reminded him so much of himself and Charlotte it would’ve been laughable if he’d ever allowed her to even glance at it. The knock at the door was decidedly distant and he only turned around in his chair at the sound of her voice, a broad smile blooming across his face in an instant as he hurried out of his chair to take one of the containers from her. “You know I’d never turn down you or food,” He drawled, his accent thick in his excitement and lingering from a phone call with his mother not twenty minutes before. He tilted his head down to press a kiss to her cheek with a smile, “I’ve been missin’ you.”

The difference between Max and anybody else she had been with was astonishing. The biggest was that no one made her feel lighter or more at home in someone’s presence. Max brought out a softer side to Charlotte that was his alone. People often talked about soulmates and she was certain he was hers, even if it wasn’t in a romantic sense. He was the most important person in her life, bar none. She pulled two forks rolled up in paper napkins out of the pocket of her navy blue sweatpants with her free hand, the other currently balancing the takeout container. 

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here with the food, huh, ace?” she joked with a scrunch of her nose. She took a seat on the chair nearby and one leg tucked beneath her. “I missed you, too. I hate that I’ve been working so much but I’m gonna have the next few days off and if you have some time, too, then that’ll be perfect. We live together and I’ve barely seen you.”

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After the end of her engagement, Charlotte put herself on an indefinite hiatus in the romance department. She realized she couldn’t give something to someone if she didn’t have it herself. Instead, she focused on her job and finding a new apartment, despite Max’s assurance that she was welcome as long as she wanted to stay.

Lately, however, it felt like she only saw Max either on her way out or briefly when she came home from work. Tonight, she’d make certain she spent time with him. Her cooking skills left something to be desired, but she knew of a small American-style diner with decent pancakes. Max’s favorite was the chocolate chip.

She gently knocked on the door to his office with a knuckle and moved into the room, balancing the food in the takeout containers. “I thought you might want to take a break and get some food,” she offered. 

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely ( Charlotte )

The apartment felt too empty at that moment. Charlotte had kicked Shane out. His stuff was gone (and most likely some of hers) and all was still. She flicked on the light to see the damage to see nothing was too terribly amiss. His stuff was gone. Her TV was still there. Her scuffed sofa was still there. 

She was alone again after once again picking the wrong guy. The wrong guy who wouldn’t stay, the wrong guy who didn’t want to deal with her “crazy” or her “issues.” She worked too much. She was too needy. She was too much. It was a song she had heard over and over again with every failed relationship

Her fingers dialed the familiar number she knew by heart now, only for the voice mail to reach her. “Hey, Max. I guess you’re busy at work and I had a moment so I wanted to call you. I just…had a really rough day. I kinda wanted to hear your voice. I kicked out Shane. You were right, he was…such a jerk. I shouldn’t have asked him to move in. Anyways, I’m still saving up to come see you at Christmas. If I don’t, I’ll send you a hell of a present. I love you bunches.” 

With that, she hung up and tossed her phone on the couch. Her back ached, her shoes killed her feet, her makeup was running. Charlotte shrugged out of her jacket to toss on the couch as well. Part of her wished she had a pet or something for companionship, anything to keep the quiet away, but her super prohibited pets.

There was nothing to chase the quiet away. Not even music, which seemed to somehow be all love songs. Instead, she just had to deal with it.

billiejeaned‌:

IT TOOK BILLIE A MINUTE to notice that the pouring had stopped thanks to the stranger beside her. she looked over and offered a smile to woman, stepping a bit closer to make sure they were both safe from the rain. “ i’m the genius who locked herself out of her car and left her phone inside, ” billie chuckled, peeking through the tinted windows. “ and i don’t really have anyone to call, but i guess i could call a tow truck? i dunno, i usually just pop my door open with some tools which i don’t have on me right now. ” as if on cue, the downpour started to get heavier; the umbrella serving as futile shelter. “ shit, i’m sorry i’m getting you wet. do you wanna maybe move to that building over there ? ”

Emerson knew the hair stylist at the studio would kill her for getting her hair wet while on break, but she couldn’t not help someone. “Come on, let’s get you out of this rain!” she called, pointing to the cafe nearby. She gestured with her head to run inside and she shook her umbrella out to close it once the warmth of the cafe greeted her. Her chestnut hair plastered to her face, the blowout effectively ruined. “Dominic is going to kill me,” she muttered when she spotted her reflection in the glass. Emerson turned to face the rescue she had done and held up a finger. “Do you need to borrow my phone to call a locksmith, maybe?” she offered as she slid her fingers into the pocket of her now-soaked jeans to dig out her cellphone.

fiona-svnchez‌:

Fiona liked the seediness of clubs after 12am - especially this one. When the lights went low and sins were committed on the dance floor from tiny little pills and drinks meant to send one spiraling. There was a part of her that would always thrive in darkness, in danger and she’d never known another life other than this one. Since the time she was a small child, old enough to learn how to hot write a car and naive enough to think that she wasn’t doing anything wrong, she’d been sculpted to fit this lifestyle; the one of thieves and the no good. There were parts of her, softer and fragile, that she hated showing to others but a select few got to see. Her best friend and confidante - Connor - was one of those. And another - her ex-girlfriend.

An ex that she hadn’t seen in quite a long while since the two had been on the run from the organization they worked for. Fiona had left for Aiden while Aiden had left because her morals had caught up with her. Fiona didn’t have those - morals - and she was blessed with a healthy conscious and the ability to wear a smirk and a pretty grin easily and mean it. She was damn good at what she did too so they welcomed her back with a few scathing remarks and a new mission - worth about a million that she’d pulled off without too many incidents. She was firmly back where she belonged and she wouldn’t turn her back again - not for anything or anyone. But seeing Aiden here tonight made her falter in her greed and pride. For a moment, it reminded her of a life she could have had if she choose to continue following after Aiden rather than letting go and going her own way.

“Well, well, well…” Carrying off, devious smirk on her lips as she glanced down the woman’s body and admired the woman who was still so hot. “Look at you.” Amused, pleased and greedily taking in the other woman’s presence, Fiona grabbed her straw and slipped it between her teeth, taking a sip of the fruity liquid in her glass. “Careful,” she warned, voice quiet and thoughtful before her eyes sought the shadows of the club, “I wouldn’t it put it past them to not still be watching me.” She couldn’t be for sure but if she was the head of an organization that dealt in large quantities of money and one of their best lackeys had just gone on the run… Well, she would have done things a little differently with said lackey but she’d at least have that person followed until they could be trusted once more. She was just lucky that no one in the organization seemed to be as smart or as ruthless as she was.

Aiden had only gotten into this lifestyle because she had lived her life on the moral, tame, legal side. Living fast and dying young had been the most attractive option and she would have done anything Fiona had asked. Aiden had fit in as though she had grown up in the life and without the privilege of money. A life on the run wasn’t the best life, but it was a life enough for Aiden. 

Fiona was still as beautiful as Aiden remembered, the allure was still there. The allure of that former life was there as well. How many times had they parted from the others to celebrate the closings of deals that made them rich? Had the feds not frozen Aiden’s funds, she still would have been rich from dirty money. Even taking up at the VIP of the current club she was in was playing with fire, but seeing Fiona? She definitely didn’t mind getting burned there. Too much had happened, but damn, did Aiden miss her. 

Aiden took a sip of the whiskey. Irish whiskey had the best burn, the best way to take the edge off her aches and pains from earlier in the day. Cranking and jacking up cars had her arms sore and a telltale sign of grease still smudged her cheek. “I’m surprised no one told you that I’ve been spotted,” she commented, swirling the amber liquid in her tumbler. 

londonxxcalling‌:

As Jordan listened to her sister speak, her eyes slowly got wider and wider. By the time Aiden had finished talking, the older woman’s eyes were about ready to pop out of her head. Shaking her head in disbelief, she said “What the Hell? That’s insane.” She couldn’t believe her little sister had gotten herself into so much trouble. Not that she should have been surprised. Aiden had always been something of a rebel compared to Jordan. But still. Ending up on the wrong side of the law, caught up with all sorts of criminals? Taking a deep breath, she finally said “Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” If being on the run from the law and a crime ring could be considered okay. “I get why you did what you did, then. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m still pissed you let us think you were dead, though.” She would come around eventually. But right now she was still torn between being relieved and angry.

Aiden had gotten herself into more trouble than she had realized. It had all seemed like such innocent fun until the feds were called. She was still a skilled car thief; sometimes she even felt the urge to boost a Porsche or Maserati when someone was an asshole. Her favorite was the Ferrari. “I had to, Jojo. I couldn’t run the risk of you guys getting hurt. If you guys got hurt, I couldn’t forgive myself.”

daniellemariecampbells‌:

“ i met one of your teachers at the restaurant last night. nick. mr sullivan. your english teacher. anyway, he spoke very well of you. said you were a great student. small world, huh ? ”

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billiejeaned‌:

If you ask anyone who knew Billie back in Phoenix to describe her in three words, the word ‘impulsive’ would surely be in there. Most people would think twice before stopping for what looks like a fallen squirrel’s nest especially when the London sky’s getting dark. The light drizzle has effectively turned into rain as Billie hurries back to her car,  mentally berating herself for choosing to leave her umbrella instead of taking it out with her. As she reaches for her pocket, it dawns on her that her keys are still in the ignition, and that she’s now locked out of her car in the pouring rain.  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Emerson spotted a woman tugging helplessly at her door handle and took off in a run with her umbrella. She held it over her head. “Do you need to call somebody? Do you have a phone?” she called over the roar of the pouring rain.

fearhidden‌:

Rowan listened for as long as she possibly could, her annoyance at just how rude and one sided things seemed to be between the two individuals before her. Her dominant personality only allowed for so much injustice before she stepped forward, pissed that the altercation had even began in the first place. Why was it so hard to take no for an answer? “Do you always harass people who clearly aren’t interested? Take a hint, ‘cause when someone isn’t interested, it doesn’t give you the right to continue pushing. So, unless you want harassment charges thrown your way, which I can make happen seeing as I’m practically the district attorney’s righthand, I’d back off. The choice is yours.” With that, Rowan turned to the other, forcing a light smile on her lips for some ounce of comfort. “Everything okay here? My apologies if I overstepped. Just couldn’t stand there and say nothing, not my style.”

Anastasia Romano-Marino was not a woman who suffered fools. She delighted in putting people in their place and she was a woman who did what she liked. No one could tell her what to do. When a man told her what to do, they often got laughed in their face. When a man couldn’t seem to understand she was in a relationship, she didn’t feel one bit sorry for telling them off. “I find it laughable that you even thought a woman of my caliber would even entertain the idea of being in your line of sight, let alone in your bed. You can go now.” 

With a narrowing of her golden-brown eyes and a curl of a full upper lip added with the presence of another female had the overly bold patron scuttling back to his hole. Anastasia turned to survey her smoothly. “On the contrary. May I buy you a drink?”

imaginitiive‌:

Mariam stood at the cosily decorated stall at one of the signature Christmas markets that sprung up on the weekends leading up to the twenty-fifth. She was there for the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity and the stall was packed with sweaters, socks, Christmas cards and all kinds of little trinkets and presents. She had a stylish woollen coat wrapped around her, her scarf tucked inside to shield herself from the cold. “Hello there! Do you need any more Christmas presents for the family? We have got some wonderful ones here, and all proceeds go to the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity.” 

Freya had many nieces and nephews, thanks to her brothers and sisters. She was the only Olsson without children and while she would have loved to have adopted one someday, it wasn’t possible. Instead, she became a devoted aunt and she spoiled said nieces and nephews. “I don’t but I’ll give a sizable donation to them anyways. Does all the money go to them or am I helping a CEO buy their third boat?” she said, half-joking at the end. It was why she often didn’t donate to charity. 

londonxxcalling‌:

Daphne swiveled her head at the sound of her twin’s voice. Even after finding out that Dinah was still alive, she was still doing double-takes whenever her sister entered the room. A part of her felt like she was still in a dream, one that she dreaded waking up from. “Hi” she said with a frown on her face as she took in the sight of Dinah wiping her face. “Are you okay?” Daphne knew it was a stupid question. Neither of them really wanted to be here. This was not a happy place for them. Shaking her head, she said “Let’s try and get this over with as quick as possible.” The sooner they could finish settling their parents’ estate, the better. Daphne just wanted to sell the house and move on with her life.

Dinah wasn’t an idiot. She knew there was a chance she was left out of the will, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted that blood money made off other people’s pensions. There was also a chance her sister would never forgive her for bailing like she had. Her hands smoothed along the back of her thighs as she took a seat on the chair. The executor of the will was their long-time attorney and Dinah felt like a five year old child about to be punished for breaking something on Father’s desk. “I’m alright. I’m alive.” Jenny was safe from the monsters of her mother’s past once and for all. She would be none the wiser and she was happily playing with Kaleb. He was a far better father than Dinah’s and she knew she was lucky.