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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 2 years

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Glenns lover girl

(part 3)

warnings: warnings: Mentions of racism, death, Weapons, weed, affairs, sex jokes, drugs, drinking, murder, cussing? talks about past abuse that may be triggering Please do not read this if you are triggered by abuse it's not worth it. I promise you.

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word count: 3,190

Summary: Y/n is the younger sister of Daryl Dixon. Y/n was more like her brother Daryl than she was her brother merle. Well, that is unless she's angry. Then she has the mouth and anger of Merle Dixon himself. Y/n first met Gleen at the quarry. That's where there friendship first grew and continued to grow through the post-apocolypes.

The sun was rising over the hills. The sunlight glowed on the tent making it bright in there. Y/n groaned slightly as she pulled her blanket over her head covering her eyes from the sunlight.

Y/n rolled over reaching over for her boyfriend who stayed the night in her tent. But he wasn't there. Y/n jumped up looking for him. He was gone. "Glenn?" Y/n calls out. She slips on her shoes sliding a hoodie over her body as she stepped out of the tent.

"Glenn?" She calls out again. Usually by now one person would be awake by now, but Y/n didn't hear anyone. Y/n started making her way up the hill where she saw the camp infested with walkers. Glenn being eaten alive along with the rest of the group all bitten or turned. Y/n screams as she looks upon her worst nightmare.

Y/n felt her whole body shake, but she was stuck, frozen. "Oh my god." She cries as she falls onto her knees. The walkers walking up towards her. Y/n woke up from her nightmare with a scream. Glenn was trying to shake her awake and finally she woke up.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay it was just a nightmare." Glenn says as he wipes her tears away. "Oh my god, Glenn." Y/n cries as she pulls Glenn to her arms. "You were dead. Everyone was dead and turned." She sobs into his chest. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He says as he kisses her forehead, rocking her soothingly. "I'll never leave you." He promises.

Y/n and Glenn got ready for the day. Y/n put on one of Glenn shirts and stuck to his side most of the morning. She was glued to his hip terrified her dream would become real. She didn't tell her brothers about the nightmares. But she gave both of her brothers a tight hug this morning and gave them a kiss on their cheek whispering that she loved them. They both told her they loved her too. Even Merle. He loves his sister, but doesn't show it in this best ways.

"Today were going to the ciry for a run, any volunteers?" Morales asked as they gathered bags together to take with them. "I'll go." Merle, Glenn, Jaqcie, andrea and T-dog all volunteer to go.

Y/n looks up at her boyfriend. A little anxious, but he always comes back to you. "I promised. I will be back." He says kissing her forehead. Y/n gives a tight lipped smile has she hugs him. "Y'all be careful." Y/n says as she hugs her boyfriend. She goes over to Merle and hugs him. "Be careful asshat." She says holding him tightly. "You have a bad dream again I guess." She nodded. "Don't tell Daryl, He'll worry about me and I don't want him to worry." Merle noddeds and agrees with her. "Don't worry about me baby sister. Can't nobody kill Merle Dixon." He proclaims with his arms wide. Y/n smiles and walks away. Off to help the other do chores around the camp. Just another day in the life of the apocolypse.

The day went by slowly. Y/n dreaded every second of that day. Her anxienty was up every minute of that day. She jumped at every little noise. Y/n watched the camp carefully. She had her weapons ready at every moment. She was hanging up laudry when she heard Lori walk off. "I'm gonna go look for more mushrooms. Carl stay in eye sight of Dale." Lori says as she starts to walk off. "You too, stay in shouting range. If you get into any trouble just yell." "Yes mom." She says softly.

Y/n observes as Shane shortly follows behind but going a diffrent route. "Hopes he uses the condoms we got." Y/n says to herself, shaking her head.

As the day went on Y/n starts to prepare lunch for the group. putting some beans in the cast iron pan to heat up over the fire. She feeds everyone, but she doesn't eat. She could'nt, her nerves would allow it. If she ate she would just throw it all up.

"This should help your nerves." Carol says as she hands Y/n a mug of tea. "It's herbal tea, it really does help with anxienty. It's what I drink every morning." Carol says softly.

"Nightmare?" Carol asks as she sits beside Y/n. Y/n looks out at the water and shakes her head. "Is it that obvious?" Y/n asks Carol. "Well, when one of our best and strongest people don't act normal some of us can kinda pick up on it, hun." Carol explains.

"I had a dream that walkers took over camp. I watched as the walkers ate yall alive. I couldn't do anything about it. I just sobbed and fell to my knees. I begged God not to let it be true. To see the kids being torchered. It killed me to see y'all like that. I finally woke up, but just to see that it killed me. I cried I know an half an hour after I woke up. I felt horrible that Glenn had seen me in such a wreck. I try to be strong. I try to be strong for everyone. I try to keep my emotions in check. Put them on the back burner, that way I can help any of y'all when ya need it." Y/n rants as tears dare to spill out of her Y/e/c eyes.

Carol imbraces Y/n into a hug and Y/n excepts it slowly. It felt weird to be imbraced by a woman. She didn't have her mom in her life very long. She died in a house fire. So to be imbraced in the arms of a person she trusted. Y/n just let all the emotions out. She just sobbed into her shoulder.

"Shh." Carol softly shushes as she rocks Y/n in her arms like a child. "It's okay. It'll all be okay in the end." She comforts Y/n.

"I'm sorry." Y/n cries out. Carol shakes her head no. "You don't have to be sorry, Y/n." "I'm weak." Y/n cries. "I can't even hold myself together. Am i even good for the group. Good for him, I'm just damaged goods." Y/n cries.

"What do you mean? You are not damaged goods." Carol says as she leans back pulling Y/n away looking into her eyes. "You can't tell nobody. I don't want anyone to think any diffrent of me." Y/n starts.

"I won't tell a soul." Carol promises holding up her pinking to do a pinky promise. Y/n giggles slightly as she wraps her pinking around Carols sealing the promise.

(Where the story of abuse starts skip until the next note if you would be triggered by abusive and grafic murder.)

"My daddy. He use to beat on us. He would hit me with whatever was in his reach. I've been hit so many times I couldn't even count the scares that I have on my body." Y/n says and instantly Carol finally understands what she meant the other day when she threatened Ed.

"My daddy, he'd put his ciggerates out on my hands or where ever he could reach. I can't even count the number of times I had to go to school with a black eye and just say how I got in a fight with my brothers. He'd use a whip on us. My back is covered in scares from it. I would take blame for what my brothers did, not wanting them beat either. Merle left us. Leaving most of the beatings to Daryl and I." Y/n somewhat regrets telling Carol all this. She feels bad about it. She should've kept her mouth shut.

"I don't want you to feel bad for me. I made that bastard suffer." Y/n says as she wipes her tears away. "May I ask what you did?" Carol asks. Y/n nodded as she smiles. "He hit me for the last time. Broke my arm and fractured my rib. I had enough of the abuse. I was abused for 19 years." Y/n starts. Carol sits there silently allowing Y/n continue at her own pace.

"He was passed out drunk in his chair in the living room. His drink still in his hand and a burnt out ciggerate in the other. All I thought about when I saw him was how he should pay for what he put me and my brothers through. And I just acted. I knew once he was passed out drunk he wouldn't wake up to anything. I tied him down to the chair. Taking extra prcautions. I thought about what to do. I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet. And I cracked it over his head. And some how it didn't kill him. I beat his whole body with it. I just wanted him to feel the pain he put my brother and I through. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and i just stabbed him. I stabbed him over and over. Making sure he'd be good and dead." Y/n says looking at Carol to see if she would look at her to see if she would look at her any diffrent.

"When I knew he was dead. I called Daryl. He helped me get rid of the body. We threw 'im in the hog pins down the road. We knew that nobody would miss him. He would skip town anyway. What did it matter if my daddy went missing again?" Y/n finshes. "Do you regret it?" Carol asks. "No, I'd do it all over again. That's why I told you if Ed put another hand on you again I'd kill him. I don't have remorst for the wicked."

(End of that part start reading here if you skipped it)

After Y/n pulled herself together and made sure carol was okay after pouring her heart out to the older woman. The day was pretty much over with. The sun would set in a couple hours. Y/n looked around camp searching for the group that left this morning.

"They talked a little bit on the radio earlier. They'll probably be here soon." by the time Lori tells Y/n that they all hear a car alarm.

"What the hell is that?" Shane asks as he looks up at Dale who was sitting on the top of the Rv looking out with the binoculars.

Y/n watches as Glenn pulls up in a bright red Dodge challenger. The alarm blaring loudly. "What the hell were you thinking bringing this thing here? Every damn walker for miles will be here." Shane yells. "Pop the hood please. Pop the dam hood please." Shane says as he opens the hood of the car finding the correct wire on the battery pulling it off. The alarm stops.

"I'm glad you're okay." Y/ns says gratfully as Glenn pulls her into him. "You have no clue." He says breathlessly. "I love you so much." He proclaims giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Are you okay were you bit?" Y/n asks, Glenn wasn't really the one for much PDA.

"No, no. Everything is fine. It's just been a long day." He says as he keeps her in the hug. "Where is the rest of them?" Lori asks. "They're right behind me. We have a new guy with us. He saved our lives today." Y/n looks up at him and smiles. Thankful that she was finally in his arms. "but there is something Y'all need to know. That Daryl and Y/n are probably not going to be happy about. Merle was left handcuffed to a roof. He's safe away from the walkers, but he was dangerous. Waving a gun around threatening us. He was high on something.."

By the time he says that the others pull up in a box truck. Everyone got out and joined their families. "The only way we made it out today was because of the new guy. He's a sherriff like you shane." Morales says as he looks back towards the truck. "Come on officer friendly, come meet the group." As Lori was comforting Carl from the lost of his father; Carl happens to turn around.

"Dad!" Carl cries out running towards his father. "Carl, oh my god Carl." Rick his father cries. "Lori." He cries more as he imbracing his family.

They were all enjoying the evening when they heard Carl and Sofia screamed. The group runs towards their screaming. They find a walker eating a deer that had an arrow in it. "Daryls not going to be happy." Y/n thinks to herself as the group of men start beating the walker.

"God, got my damn deer. I've been tracking it for miles." Daryl says as he looks at the walker that had aten half the deer already. "Do you think we can cut the eaten parts off? No need to waste good deer meat." He asks the group. "No, I wouldn't chance it."

They got rid of the walker and the half eaten deer. Daryl hands Y/n a handful of squirrels. "I guess this is what everyone is eating tonight. No deer." Daryl says as he walks off. The group gave Y/n a look practically telling her she should be the one to tell them about Merle. Y/n nods and walks off towards Daryl.

Daryl sits on a lawn chair down by the water. Y/n doesn't say anything as she sits on the ground beside him. Daryl notices his sister, but doesn't say anything. "Some of the group went on a run today in the city." Y/n starts. Daryl looks at her as she speaks. "You go?" Daryl asks as he sharpens his knife on a wet stone. "No, to be honest with you I haven't been in the right head space today." Y/n explained. Daryl nodded and said, "I know, I heard you screaming in your sleep, but I knew Glenn would take care of ya." Daryl says and Y/n looks down at her hands. "Merle was one of them that went on the run today." Daryl looks at Y/n trying to figure out what she is trying to say. "He dead?" Y/n shook her head no.

"He was threatening the group while they were trapped inbetween herds. He was shooting the gun when it was the worst time to. He was trying to hurt everyone in the group. The officer hand cuffed him to a roof. And one of them dropped the keys down the pipe when they fell. I will go with you tomorrow to find him, but at this moment we need to stay calm." Y/n rants quickly fearing her brother would yell at her, not meeting his eyes once.

"Okay, I'm pissed off, but I know it's not your fault and there's no need to cause more chaos in the group." Daryl tells you what you want to hear. You know truly he wants to beat everyones ass. Glenn included. "Just yell, get it over with." Y/n says as she finally met her brothers blue eyes.

"I ain't gonna yell at you. Them maybe just a little bit, but you did nothing wrong here." Y/n just takes her brothers word for it.

The group ate the squirell that Y/n had skinned for the group and that daryl had killed. Y/n ate slowly as she rested her back up against Glenns front. "This is the best damn squirrel I have ever ate." Daryl says looking down at his plate guzzling down his food. "I can't believe I am saying this, but I agree." Lori says, "Y/n knows how to fix it just like mama." Daryl says as he goes to meet Y/ns eyes.

"She was the one that taught me." Y/n says with a tight lipped smile. "Luckly I found the right seasonings." Y/n says giving them a smile.

Everyone ejoyed their meals and slowly one by one left the fire pit area. Y/n slowly got up. Glenn gets up with Y/n. Glenn takes Y/n by the hand and walking her to her tent.

Daryl was sitting out by the fire he made at their small camp at the water. Y/n looks at Daryl and knows he is upset about Merle. Y/n pulls her lawn chair closer to Daryl. And Glenn sits in the other beside Y/n. His hand resting comfortably on Y/ns thigh.

"I'm gonna go out with the group and help y'all find our brother." Y/n says lowly to her brother. Daryl just nods. "You know Merle. Nothing can kill him, that's what he told me this morning. That sneaky bastard will live through anything." Y/n says giving Daryl her comforting smile. Daryl nods. "I know." He aknowledging Y/n. They sit in silents just listening to the sound of the frogs and the crackle of the fire.

As time went on Y/n and Glenn eventually went to Y/ns tent. Y/n changed into clean pjs. (A just an oversize shirt.) She cuddled into Glenns arms just resting.

"Glenn, are you still awake?" Y/n asks as she looks up at Glenn. "yeah." HE whispered looking down at her. "Can I tell you something without you freaking out?" She whispers playing with his fingers that were wrapped around hers. "You aren't pregnant are you?" He jokes. "No." She laughs. "I want to tell you that I love you. Today it just made me realize that I need to tell you that. I thought if things with south today and you got hurt or killed. You would die not knowing how I truly feel for you. And you don't have to say anything back, but I just wanted to tell you that." Glenn smiles at Y/n as he leans down to kiss her. "I love you too." And with that the two just felt so comfortable they fell asleep.

end of part 3

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐍𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐲

This is part 2 to Good Rockin' Tonight, which you can find here.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,5K

Summary: After four years, you and Elvis meet again but the both of you realise you're more different from each other than expected. Still, you take the next step into your relationship but it doesn't take you long to find yourself unhappy with the life you're living.

Warnings: angst fest, small age gap (4 years, reader is older), reader being conflicted about her future, arguments, reader being very independent, strong language, alcohol consumption, smoking, breaking up.

A/N: well... this kind of took a life of its own, tbh. i have too many thoughts and too many directions i want to go in with it, sooo it'll turn into a 4 (maybe 5) part series. don't let the break up scare you, my loves. 👀

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After your night with Elvis in 1956, your journalism career pretty much skyrocketed the same way Elvis’ did.

You had interviewed the young rockstar the following afternoon while indulging in a late lunch with him, his friends and Lori. Both you and Lori really enjoyed yourselves among the guys, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Elvis and entourage had to get back on the road to make it to the next town on time and you and Lori had to go back to work, hopefully satisfying your boss enough to get you that promotion.

The article was a success. You obviously did not publish the first interview you did with Elvis, because it was simply too flirty and you were positive his fans nor your boss would appreciate the conversation you and the singer had. The interview that was published was fun and light, with Elvis talking mostly about his fans and music, which is exactly what the people wanted to read.

You and Elvis had exchanged phone numbers and once he got news of you getting a promotion, he made a promise to celebrate with you. You promised him you’d attend one of his shows as soon as you could again.

But neither of you were able to keep those promises. Your work load was getting heavier – which you were thankful for because this is exactly what you wanted – and Elvis had just been given his script for his first movie.

The romance, friendship or whatever it was that you two had was short lived as your phone calls got shorter and shorter, only for them to eventually stop altogether. You couldn’t blame him and neither could he blame you – you both lived different lives, you were both busy with finding your place in the world.

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Even though you haven’t heard personally from Elvis, it was impossible to avoid him in any way. He was on the cover of most teen magazine’s, his movies were doing extremely well and everyone wanted a piece of Elvis Presley – mostly his fans and reporters. You were still working at Modern Teen and whenever Elvis’ was in or near Los Angeles or a new movie was released, the office was in high spirits, the space filled with the sound of type writing machines buzzing and Mr. Kimzey’s phone ringing non-stop.

You always loved the atmosphere whenever Modern Teen was doing a piece on Elvis or whenever he was in town. It was hectic and stressful, but everyone was buzzing with good energy – even though you wanted to take every chance of meeting Elvis face to face again, it wasn’t always possible. It may have seem like Elvis was the only celebrity around that mattered, and although he definitely was the most popular, you couldn’t simply fill an entire magazine with Elvis only.

Lori and you were still interviewing other people and once Mr. Kimzey assigned Doris Day to you, you were over the moon. Elvis was a hero to many teen girls, but Doris was yours.

Meeting her was like a dream come true, but you and Lori’s parade was quick to be drenched by the storm clouds that crept their way into the office when news got out that Elvis Presley’s career was coming to a halt.

He was getting drafted.

The two years of his absence were strange. Not only were his fans devastated, but the music industry was changing and so was your life. Even though you and Elvis were separated by an ocean and a nine hour time difference, you were both miserable.

Elvis lost his mother, hated being away from home and was fearful for his return to the States and how people would perceive him. You had lost your job due the company’s banktrupcy, living in a small apartment together with Lori in the middle of Los Angeles and instead of enjoying your twenties like you should, you were running all over the city to find a new job.

You may have worked your way up the career ladder at Modern Teen, but it didn’t seem like it mattered all that much when it came to other companies. With the new decade coming closer and closer, people were anticipating Elvis’ comeback and they only wanted the best of the best when it came to reporters.

They were hiring mostly young men, because unfortunately, the arrival of 1960 wasn’t changing the fact that you still very much lived in a man’s world. They didn’t think a woman could do the job as well as a man, figuring a female reporter would get distracted too quickly, would be a distraction to people in the industry or co-workers or were simply not meant to be making a career but rather be off marrying and popping out a few children.

You were genuinely considering an entire career change, until you got an unexpected phone call from Seventeen magazine, letting you know they wanted you on their team.

You had applied for a job at the magazine three months ago, but you figured you wouldn’t hear from them since their magazine mostly focused on fashion and you were a music journalist. They let you know that they were planning to expand more on music and film to cater to a wider range of people and after looking through your portfolio once more, you were considered to be the perfect candidate.

It was a huge surprise, a company you never imagined yourself working at but you didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity with both hands. Meeting celebrities, models or fashion designers – you figured there wasn’t that much of a difference other than the topic that would be discussed. You just wanted to work and write again, and you could definitely use the money.

Unfortunately, Lori did not join you on your new adventure as she had made the step to switch careers and was currently working at a recording studio – though not colleagues anymore, you still lived together and were closer than ever.

Having to step inside the office on your first day alone was nerve wracking, but the feeling didn’t last long; the fashion magazine was run by mostly females and they all welcomed you with open arms, treating you as if you had been with them for months. Years even. While you had been hopeless losing your job at Modern Teen and hunting for a new source of income, you were happy that your life had the exciting routine it always had again.

It didn’t take you long to develop a slight interest in fashion and although the newly music and film columns were doing well, you’d learn from your co-workers who specialized in fabrics and designs and whatnot whenever you had some free time on your hands. Although Elvis’ arrival back in the States did not go unnoticed, the Seventeen office didn’t have the same high energy and buzzing feel music magazines had – the people in your office focused on their own work, running back and forth to get things ready for a shoot, calling modeling agency after modeling agency or editing their work until they were seeing cross eyed. It was chaotic in a completely different way.

But all you could think about was Elvis and how you were going to get in contact with him again. You were ashamed to admit that you had called the old phone number he had given you – and even Red’s number that Lori still had – but you never received an answer. You figured the only way to get in touch with him was in a professional setting.

The opportunity to do so fell in your lap when Mrs. Hollis, your boss, gave you the news that she had assigned you to spend a few days at Paramount with Juliet Prowse, who was currently shooting a new movie. You were eager to accept the project, even before Hollis told you her co-star was Elvis Presley.

As if you didn't know that yet.

You had not shown much interest in Elvis before the first time you met him, but ever since you shared a bed with him, you kept track of what was going on in his life. He was still getting a lot of attention from the public, so it didn’t take you much digging to find out he was making moves in Hollywood.

You didn’t care that this wasn’t going to be a movie article, or one that strictly catered to the movie. You liked Juliet Prowse and couldn’t wait to meet her and spend time with her – you didn’t even care that you’d mostly be writing about what she was wearing – but the only real reason why you were doing this was because you were going to see Elvis again.

“Nervous?” Oliver, one of Seventeen’s stylists and self proclaimed photographers, asked as the both of you were led through the gates of Paramount Studios.

“A little,” you told him with a small smile, following a security guy that walked ahead of you onto the lot. “I mean, it is Juliet Prowse. She’s with Sinatra- what if he visits her on set? I will just about pass away,”

Oliver laughed, nodding in agreement. “Believe me, I will too,”

You laughed along, not telling him that you didn’t care if Frank Sinatra would make a surprise visit or not. Sure, Frank was awesome, but it was the other present singer that was getting your insides to twist and turn the closer you got to Prowse’s dressing room. He probably wasn’t even going to be in there, but it was the fact that he was here… somewhere.

As expected, Juliet Prowse was lovely. She gave you and Oliver a tour of the set which had you thinking you were somewhere in a small town in Germany. Oliver being the expert in the latest fashion among you two and Juliet being very interested in the subject, the two got drawn to each other – laughing and talking about things you sometimes did not completely understand.

You’d much rather be talking about music or film, anyways. It wasn’t like you were miserable when fashion was the topic of conversation, you liked it, but it wasn’t what you were most passionate about. For some reason, you found yourself feeling like somewhat of an outsider and you hated that feeling more than anything. As Oliver suggested Juliet to take some photos, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself.

You didn’t know if you were annoyed at this project or at yourself – you should be grateful that you had a job at all. You were in Hollywood, wandering on a Paramount lot… there were enough people who wanted to be in your shoes. And here you were, suddenly overthinking a job that was steady and secure.

You didn’t know if the money was worth to sacrifice your happiness.

The thought that you might be annoyed because you have not seen Elvis yet either made you even more annoyed. Just like back in 1956, it was like he had some kind of freaky control over you, making you act like a lovesick fan, and he wasn’t even here.

You walked until you found a quiet spot behind one of the caravans that were used for wardrobe changes and rumbled through your purse to grab your pack of cigarettes out of it, placing one in between your lips. You cursed softly as you realised you didn’t have a lighter on you, and then nearly had a heart attack when the back door of the caravan was thrown open, hitting you in the shoulder with force that made you stumble back a little.

Your unlit cigarette fell to the floor as you grabbed your shoulder and looked up at the man stepping outside, looking at you with bewildered eyes when he noticed what he had done.

And when he noticed who you were.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t realise how much you had craved to see him again until this moment. Seeing him in pictures and movies and hearing him on the radio was one thing, but it was nowhere near as good as the real deal. You already knew he had grown up quite a bit compared to the young rocker he was in ’56, but having him stand right in front of your nose and clothed in an army uniform… it had your heart thumping frantically against your ribcage.

Or was it because he still knew your name after four years?

“Are you okay? Shit, I should be more careful,” he sighed deeply, looking a little frustrated with his own actions as he stepped closer to you and gently removed your hand from your shoulder to look at the damage.

There was no damage – at least, not yet. And you wouldn’t care if you’d be bruised later.

You were nailed to the ground, staring at him as if he was nothing but a figure of your imagination and suddenly, Elvis became doubtful, thinking this was a case of mistaken identity.

“Y/N, right? Modern Teen?”

You slowly shook your head, but before he could apologize for both hitting you with a door and mistaking you for someone else, you quickly stopped gawking at him and quickly nodded your head. “Y-Yeah, it’s me. Modern Teen,” you closed your eyes for a few seconds, frowning as you laughed. “I mean yes, it’s me, Y/N. I work for Seventeen now,”

He let out a deep laugh in relief and swung his arms around you, nearly making you wince in pain as he squeezed your shoulders. He was hugging you as if you two were life long friends who were having a reunion and although you had not expected him to react this way, it felt good.

His large palm holding onto your shoulders… not so much.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he quickly let go of you as he noticed your face and you rubbed your shoulder a little, laughing softly. “Let’s get some ice for that,”

“No, no, I’m fine. C’mon, what am I? Made of sugar?” you joked with a grin on your face, making him laugh in excitement. Noticing the pack of Marlboros still in your hand, he sneakily stole it from you and took one out of the pack. Putting a cigarette in between his lips, you followed his lead and thanked him as he lit it with a lighter he fished out of one of the pockets of his uniform.

“What are you doing here? Seventeen’s all about fashion, isn’t it? I guess I’m not giving you much to report about,” he chuckled, flicking his index finger against his cap, letting it sit slightly crooked atop of his head.

Taking a drag from your cigarette, you chuckled and exhaled some of the smoke into the other direction. “I’m here for Juliet. My colleague’s.. doing God knows what with her right now,”

He didn’t miss the hint of annoyance lacing your tongue, no matter how small it was. “Lori?”

“No, Lori works at Sunset Records. Probably discovering America’s newest gem,” you grinned playfully, leaning against the caravan behind you, far enough from the door.

Elvis took place next to you, a soft smile on his face.

He was hoping you didn’t see the hint of hurt that tugged at his features because of your comment. And you hoped he hadn’t heard the slight pang of jealousy in your voice when talking about Lori.

“So you both went through a change of careers? Fashion seems like it would fit you, but your face says otherwise,”

You raised your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him. “And what does my face say?”

“That you hate it,”

He was grinning down at you, as if he had just given you the greatest lecture there was to be taught and you couldn’t help but laugh. Shaking your head a little, you took another drag from your cigarette and looked down as you flicked some ashes to the ground.

“I don’t hate it. Fashion is interesting, it really is, but I’d much rather go back to the time where I had to argue with the door men at the Shrine Auditorium so I could interview America’s most controversial rockstar,”

He nearly choked on the smoke that filled his lungs as he laughed at your comment, slapping his chest a little. With slightly flushed cheeks, he grinned as he looked down at you due to your height difference and raised a teasing eyebrow.

“Interviewing him wasn’t the only thing you did,” he teased, smug grin showing off part of his pearly whites. You gasped in feigned shock, slapping his arm as you pushed yourself to stand up straight.

“I have to get back to work,” you told him, a smile on your face. You didn’t want to, but you figured Oliver would be wondering where you were right now. “Too bad I’m assigned to your co-worker, or we could’ve done another.. interview,”

His teeth sunk into his lower lip, getting the suggestive hint you were throwing his way and before you could walk away, he gently grabbed your wrist.

“We still can,” he quickly said. “I mean, not that, you know. Not that I would mind-believe me, I wouldn’t mind at all. But I’d like to see you again, Y/N,”

You laughed softly at his words, looking down at his hand around your wrist. The skin on skin contact caused goosebumps to lick at your skin, memories flashing before your eyes.

Part of you wanted to play hard to get, but you had no idea if you’d be able to reach out to him if you’d simply walk away now. You were only going to be here for a few days, and those days would have to be spend with Juliet Prowse.

You weren’t going to turn down Elvis Presley. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t.

“Dinner tonight, my place. Around 7ish? Bring Red too,” you told him, meeting his eyes that seemed to light up immediately.

The frustration that you thought you had seen lingering around him when he stormed out of the caravan had melted like snow in the heat of the sun.

As soon as you got home and Lori wandered through the doors, you filled her in on the situation. She cursed you for not calling the recording studio to tell her earlier, because now she only had ten minutes to get ready, but as she ran to the bathroom, she called out how much she loved you.

You laughed softly at her antics and looked at the state of the dining table, afraid if you had overdone it for a dinner that was supposed to be for just friends. Maybe the candles weren’t necessary, but without them, the table looked too empty. Leaving the table for what it was, you quickly made your way into your bedroom and changed into a different dress, overthinking the first one.

You could never go wrong with black – see, Seventeen had taught you a thing or two.

Checking your make-up and hair in the mirror, you nearly broke your lipstick in half as Lori’s panicked screams filled up the apartment. Running out of your room, you noticed your friend frantically swinging her arms around to break through the thick smoke that was filling up the kitchen.

Shit, you completely forgot about the food in the oven.

Just as you wanted to make your way into the kitchen, the doorbell screeched through the apartment, making you even more nervous and panicked. You decided that whoever – hopefully Elvis and Red – were at the door would have to take on the role of your savior, as you and Lori had no idea what to do.

“Help!” you squeaked out as you opened the door, relieved to see the two familiar men in front of you. Elvis quickly stepped inside, followed by Red and in the matter of a few seconds the small fire in the oven was put out by Elvis throwing handsful of salt in it and Red taking it a step further by aiming the fire extinguisher unknowingly in Lori’s direction.

You were happy everything was back under control – aside from having nothing to eat now – but Lori seemed completely through it as she stood there in her towel, covered in the contents of the extinguisher.

You and Elvis stood there with your mouths hidden behind your hands, holding in your laugh, as Red feared for his life.

“I’ll help you clean,” he quickly told her and she grabbed his arm, telling him he’d better or else, tugging him along into the bathroom.

“I wasn’t that hungry anyways,” Elvis shrugged with a grin, opening the sliding doors of your balcony before he joined you in the kitchen again, kissing your cheek.

“Liar,” you sighed, pouting as you looked at the completely black chicken Elvis had thrown in the sink just a few minutes ago. “God, I’m embarrassed. I invite you over for dinner and I can’t even feed you!”

“I’ll ask Red to get us something. It’s no problem, honey,” he said casually, but for some reason the pet name made you halt in your tracks. It had hardly bothered you in ’56 – ofcourse you liked hearing him say it – but now it just sounded so… different.

You didn’t know why, but it did. And it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand right up.

“We don’t need to have a fancy dinner or anythin’. I just wanna be here and catch up with you,” he smiled as he appeared next to you, his hand on the back of your neck to let his fingertips tickle your skin through your hair playfully.

“Let’s catch up while we clean this mess,” you inhaled a deep breath, trying to ignore the effects he still seemed to have on you as you stepped away to take some cleaning supplies out of one of the cabinets.

He didn’t seem to take offense to your actions, happily helping you clean.

As Red and Lori were out to get food and the kitchen was clean, you and Elvis sat on the balcony nursing a drink. You learned that he still wasn’t a big alcohol fan, but he was enjoying the margarita you made him.

“So, Hollywood, huh?” you hummed with a wiggle of your eyebrows, putting your cocktail on the small table in between you two after sipping it. “You like the movie you’re working on?”

He avoided eye contact for a little bit, looking at the view of the city as he nodded while gulping down a big sip of his drink. “Yeah, it’s fun,”

You weren’t an idiot. You didn’t miss the dishonesty in his words and you were also reminded of the short lived frustration that was written on his features earlier today.

“Acting fits you, El, but that’s not what your face says,” you sang teasingly, grinning at him as you crossed your legs and hung your arm over your knee.

He smiled softly at the new nickname, his eyes meeting yours. He knew you were using his own words against him, but he decided to play along.

“What does my face say then, honey?”

“You hate the movie,”

His smile slowly faded as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, nodding his head as he downed the rest of his drink before putting the empty glass next to your full one.

“I do,” he mumbled, grasping his box of cigars from the table to light one. Squinting his eyes at you, he took a drag from his cigar as that small grin returned to his face. “Should I be tellin’ you this? You’re a reporter after all,”

You let out a small laugh as you rolled your eyes, raising your glass to take a sip of the self made cocktail. “You’re right- don’t tell me. I’ll write down your deepest and darkest secrets.. should I let you plan my funeral now or…?”

His fans would hunt you down and murder you.

That you were sure of.

He laughed and exhaled some smoke up in the air, flicking some ashes off his cigar into the ash tray.

“It’s just… I don’t know. It’s nothin’ like I expected it to be,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on his cigar that he rolled around the edge of the ash tray. He shrugged his shoulders lightly, avoiding eye contact.

He was feeling vulnerable. Sure, he had complained about the movie and The Colonel to some people that were close to him, but never to a girl he was together with. And he wasn’t even together with you- he slept with you once four years ago and he knew absolutely nothing about you.

He regretted saying anything and bringing up the topic. He liked you and not only did he not want to put an unnecessary burden on your shoulders, he also found it hard to trust girls. He didn’t like talking about the business aspects of his career in general and especially not to girls, but he wanted to trust you.

Because you were so kind and you were looking at him with those sweet eyes and that warm, inviting little smile. He wanted to trust you and confide in you, so badly.

Other than telling him he could talk to you about it, you didn’t pressure him any further. You didn’t need to, because that little confirmation of you being okay with him venting was seemingly all he needed to let out more than he was planning to.

“It’s just a bunch of bullshit. I came back from Germany not even a year ago and I feel like I’m right there again- and fuck, it’s just so frustrating,” he was raising his voice a little but you knew the emotions he was showing weren’t aimed at you. His hands were all over the place, as he was speaking more animatedly than you had ever seen someone do before. “The songs are literal shit and the script is even worse. I love actin’, I really do, but I have so much.. so much more in me. I can do so much better, Y/N, I’m tellin’ ya,”

You were looking at him the entire time, nodding now and then to let him know you were listening to what he was saying. You felt bad for him, but to you, it didn’t seem like a problem that was unfixable. Sure, this wouldn’t be a cinematic masterpiece, but there would be other offers. His acting career was still open to go in many different directions.

But as you gave your opinion about the matter and he went on a whole rant about his manager, you wanted to keep the conversation going.

You realised soon that you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“Find another manager, Elvis,” you told him, finishing you drink. “There’s plenty out there that I’m sure would love to manage you and are willing to put your wishes first. Lori’s pretty tight with her boss, all kinds of people come in and out of Sunset- I can have her ask around for you a little,”

You could barely finish your sentence before he had let out deep sigh, his features hard as he roughly pushed out his cigar in the ash tray and shook his head.

He should’ve never brought up The Colonel. He knew himself, he knew that he didn’t like discussing this subject, and he had no idea why he had done it now. He didn’t want the evening to be ruined, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“It doesn’t work like that, Y/N. There’s contracts and all that shit,” he sighed, rushing a hand through his hair as he looked over the railing of the balcony again to not have to look at you. “I’m not sayin’ he’s entirely a bad manager, it’s just fucked that I’m stuck doing shit I’m not interested in doing,”

“Well then do something about it, Elvis,” you were getting a little bit frustrated yourself, as the tone in his voice was now aimed at you and it had hurt your feelings a little. Though not being tied down to a manager and being able to walk away from your current job, you were also most definitely not in your happy place. But you didn’t want this to escalate into an argument, so you hid your emotions as best as you could. “A lot of musicians and actors switch managers, even in the middle of their careers, and most of the time it’s for the better,”

“I can’t- you don’t fucking understand,” he mumbled as he ran a hand down his face, looking at you. With his eyebrows frowned and his jaw slightly clenched, he looked like your balcony was the last place on Earth where he wanted to be. “Let’s just drop it, alright? As soon as Red comes back, we’ll leave,”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, one in disbelief, that was. You still felt bad for him and you didn’t want him to leave, but you weren’t going to let him treat you as if you were some kind of naive little girl.

“Fine, whatever. I was trying to help you, Elvis, but if you can’t even have a normal conversation about it then you should go,”

He watched as you got up and grabbed the empty cocktail glasses, walking inside to put them in the sink. He felt bad for snapping at you, but he currently wasn’t in the position to overpower his ego and therefor, he wasn’t going to apologize.

He was stubborn and so were you, but the two of you didn’t know that.

You barely knew each other.

“And don’t worry,” you suddenly spoke up, not bothering to hide much of your emotions for his sake anymore, that sweet playful smile of yours nowhere to be seen anymore. “This conversation stays between us. How can I write about something I don’t understand, right?”

He had followed you inside, standing a few feet away from the kitchen space. The tension in the room was thick and awkward and even though you were decent enough to not kick him out before Red got here, he couldn’t deal with the situation you and him were currently in.

He hated confrontation.

“I’ll wait for Red outside,” he told you, to which you simply nodded your head.

Part of you wanted to tell him to stay, kiss him to persuade him not to leave even but you didn’t. You’d like to think you weren’t that hopeless.

He bawled his hands into fists before sprawling out his fingers against his thighs, giving you a quick nod as he walked over to the front door. You ignored him as he mumbled a soft “I’ll see you on set” and sighed deeply at the sound of the front door opening and closing.

You hated men. You truly did.

Red wasn’t too happy about finding Elvis outside of the door and having to leave Lori behind once again, but he couldn’t do anything else than say goodbye to Lori and go home with Elvis.

You apologized to Lori, feeling bad that she had to miss out on a fun night.

“Don’t stress your little head about it. Red’s coming back tonight when Elvis is sleeping,” she grinned at you as you sat down on the couch, with the food she had gotten with Red. It was too much for the both of you, but the seafood platter calmed you down a little bit so you were happily stuffing your face. “What happened anyways? Only thing Elvis said to me is that he was sorry and he’d be back another time,”

“I hope he won’t,” you scoffed, not meaning a single word. Ofcourse you were hoping he would come back. “I don’t even know what happened, Lo. We were talking about the movie he’s shooting and his manager, and then things just.. went downhill,”

“I’m sorry,” she pouted a little, taking a bite of food. You shrugged and sighed deeply, popping a prawn in your mouth.

“It doesn’t even matter. We barely know each other, I don’t even know why it bothers me so much- anyways, he’s young but since he thinks he’s so wise, he’ll figure it out,”

Lori took you by surprise by letting out a laugh, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she looked at you in near disbelief. “You’re in love with him, Y/N. That’s why it bothers you,”

You widened your eyes a little, quickly swallowing your food as you pressed your napkin against your lips. “Yeah, so is half the world,”

“Maybe. But half the world hasn’t slept with him and he doesn’t look at half the world the way he looks at you,”

You knew she was right. You were in love with him and he did look at you in a way that made you think he felt the same, but right now you were still annoyed at the way he had spoken to you.

You didn’t know if a relationship between you and Elvis was in the cards, but what you did know was that he had already crept his way into your heart so deep that was impossible for you to get him out of it.

With Oliver being struck by the flu, you were on your own on the job. This wasn’t exactly a bad thing since it gave you the opportunity to get to know Juliet Prowse better and you learned that she was even nicer than you had originally thought. You became quick friends with her as well as with some other girls on the set.

You and Elvis had been avoiding each other like the plague and even though you felt awkward every time he was near, you were starting to enjoy this little project more and more. It wasn’t like you did not know anything about fashion but you appreciated Juliet teaching you a thing or two about designers and whatnot and she loved hearing you talk about music and your previous job. You trusted her enough to confide in her about what happened between you and Elvis, though not in great detail, and you cursed your new friend as Elvis stepped inside of her dressing room where you were waiting instead of her.

It was your last day on set, the day you were supposed to interview Juliet to write up a good article for the job that you actually needed but she didn’t seem to care much about that right now.

Hopefully you’d be able to thank her later, but that all depended on how this conversation with Elvis was going to play out.

“Hi,” you were the first to break the silence a few seconds after he came into the room. He was leaning against the closed door, looking at you.

“Hi,”

The awkward tension in the room was nearly palpable. You hated it.

“Where’s Juli?”

“Honey, listen-“ he started as he pushed himself off the door, walking over to you. Leaning against Juliet’s vanity table, you held up a finger and stopped him.

“No, Elvis, you listen,” you told him, crossing your arms as you inhaled a sharp breath. “I don’t know what’s going on between us; I want to get to know you better and explore.. whatever.. it is that we have going on but you can’t snap at me the way you did. Maybe it wasn’t my place, but I was trying to help or at least let you know I was there for you if you wanted to talk. The way you talked to me the other night made me feel so.. so small and I don’t appreciate that, El. I like you, I do- I think you’re a great guy, truly I do, but I don’t want to feel small. I’m a twenty nine year old woman and-“

He caught you off guard as he strided forward and grabbed your face, kissing you. You let out a small huff against his lips, your muscles threatening to turn into jelly at his touch but before your body fully gave in, you managed to gently push him off.

The distance you kept between you by pressing your hands firmly against his chest was something Elvis hated more than anything.

“See, that’s what I’m saying- you can’t just kiss me and consider it an apology. I need you to say the words, talk to me,”

He nodded a little, but you didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched in frustration. You watched as he took a step back and took the hat that belonged to his uniform off, rubbing his hands down his face before he suddenly threw the hat across the dressing room. His temper didn’t scare you off, but as he paced back and forth with his hands on his hips, you just wished you could pull the damn words out of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for talking to you the way I did, I was an ass,”

He took you by surprise with those words, but you kept your mouth shut because you could see there was more burning on his tongue. You didn’t want to stop him from spilling his feelings.

“But I like you, more than I thought I would and I appreciate that you wanna try and help me but this… this is my shit to deal with. I don’t wanna put that on your shoulders,”

You were weak. The look in his eyes made your legs move on their own, walking closer to him. He seemed both lost and frustrated, you didn’t know whether it was because of his own actions or because of the fact he was working on a movie that didn’t show the potential he told you he had. A movie that made him unmotivated, but still he had hope that better things were coming.

They had to.

“I’m asking you to put it on my shoulders,” you told him, sighing softly as you took his hands in yours. “But if you really don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you to. Just know that I’m willing to be here and listen- whatever you’re going through, you don’t have to go through it alone,”

He nodded and gently pulled his hands out of yours, wrapping his arms around you to push you against his chest and squeeze you softly in his embrace. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his waist, rubbing his back soothingly. “Thank you, Y/N. I never met anyone like you,” he whispered, putting his chin on top of your head. “You’re so kind and so.. real. It’s real hard to meet people like you nowadays, and don’t even question what’s going on between us anymore, okay honey? I wanna be with you,”

You pulled back out of the embrace a little, placing your hands on his hips as you looked up at him. He smiled at you, moving his hand up to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. “I want to be with you too, but I want something real, El. Something serious,”

“Hey, did you forget what I told you? You know I’m not a one time kinda guy,”

You playfully squinted your eyes at him. He did tell you that and you remembered it as if he had spoken the words only yesterday. Just like you believed him back then, you believed him now as well.

“I hope you can live up to that statement,” you told him, raising yourself on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled a little against your lips, nodding as he gently cupped your face.

“I can and I will, because I only want you,”

You and Elvis dated for a total of two years. It was good in the beginning, perfect even- aside from the topic of his manager, the two of you talked about everything and you learned that he wasn’t that bad at talking about his feelings at all. Whenever he had time off, he’d spend it with you; he even paid for your – and Lori’s – plane tickets whenever he was back in Memphis and wanted you there with him.

Due to Elvis’ inconvenient schedule and you not wanting to miss any time with him, you had lost your job. You always told yourself that you were an independent woman and would pick your career over a man, but when it came to Elvis, he was always your number one priority. You were a weak, weak woman.

A woman in love.

In those two years, you and Elvis knew pretty much everything about each other. He was able to bring out your childish and playful side and you were able to have him tell people “no” more often than he liked. You loved him, you believed that you would until the day you’d die, but eventually you were starting to miss normalcy.

A normal, human routine. Wake up, go to work, cook, lazy evenings with the TV, go to bed. This was the complete opposite of how Elvis lived his life and you had always accepted it, but you were exhausted.

You couldn’t handle to stay up all throughout the night only for you to sleep the day away. Having a house full of rowdy men almost every day was something that had you craving privacy and you couldn’t take one more second of having to sit at home and worry whenever he was away shooting a movie and you most certainly could not handle another outburst of your own temper whenever you read in some lousy magazine that Elvis Presley was getting all cosy with his newest co-star.

A week before he was set to leave to Hawaii to film Girls! Girls! Girls!, a bomb had exploded in Graceland.

Red was quick to get Lori out of the house and everyone knew when and where to disappear off to when they heard you and Elvis going back and forth in a heated argument.

“So, that’s it? You’re leaving, drowning two years down the drain just like that?” he yelled at you as he was hot on your heels with every step that you made from the wardrobe to the bed, throwing clothes in your suitcase. “You can’t even tell me why you’re leaving?”

“I told you, Elvis, but you don’t listen!”

“I’m listening now, so tell me- tell me why the fuck you’re leaving when I give you everything you want. Everything you need. I’d give you the clothes off my back and you know it!”

Every time you threw a piece of clothing in your suitcase, he pulled it out again only for you to take it out of his hands and put it back in your suitcase.

“I don’t want the clothes off your back, don’t you fucking get it?” you yelled in frustration as you halted your movements, standing in front of him. Now you were the one speaking animatedly; a habit you picked up from him. “I don’t need fancy jewelry and dresses piling out of the closet. I want a normal life and a man who’s actually there. All I want is you, Elvis, not the shell of you that comes home exhausted every time you finish one of those damned movies!”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into, don’t even try to put the blame on me, Y/N,” he grabbed your wrists as you raised your hands to run them through your hair. You sighed deeply, shaking your head a little at him.

“I’m not putting the blame on you,” you told him as you harshly pulled your hands out of his grip and went back to packing. “Maybe this is all my own fault, maybe it is.. and I love you, but I just can’t do this anymore. This isn’t the life I want to live, Elvis, you know me better than that. I don’t belong here.. in Memphis, in Graceland. I don’t belong in your world,”

You stopped pacing once more, placing your hands on your suitcase as your head hung low. You blinked a few times to fight the tears, but it was useless; your shoulders were shaking as they rolled down your face, mascara staining your cheeks.

Tears stung in his eyes too and he was quick to wrap his arms around you, sitting on the edge of his bed and taking you with him as he pulled you on his lap. He held you firmly, caressing your hair out of your face frantically and thumbing away your tears.

“You do belong in my world, you belong with me,” he whispered, holding you so tight against his chest you could barely breathe. “Please tell me how to fix this, tell me what to do.. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,”

You shook your head, pulling back out of his embrace to look at him. Placing a hand on his cheek, you wiped away a tear that rolled down his face. Seeing him like this broke you, but you knew you had to choose yourself this time.

“We can’t fix this, El,” you whispered, slowly getting up from his lap. “I need my old life back- I need myself back and I can’t do that here. I can’t do that when I’m together with you.. I’m sorry,”

You hated yourself for saying those words out loud, but you knew they needed to be said because they were true. Although Elvis had never held you back from working, you knew he wasn’t too fond of you going back into the journalism field either – he had made a comment once about how it was weird for a person that was in the public’s eye and a journalist to be together. It had rubbed you the wrong way when he said it, but you had ignored it.

Although he had never explicitly said the words, you knew he wanted you to stay by his side at all times. Wait for him at home when he was away for work and then be ready 24/7 for whatever he had planned. And you had tried, you had tried so hard, but you were unhappy.

This wasn’t the life you had expected to have – maybe he was right.

Maybe a reporter and a celebrity just weren’t meant to be together.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you wrote or did something you were truly passionate about, something that made you happy. You didn’t want to live in secret anymore. You needed to find yourself again before it was too late and you’d completely lose sight of who you really were.

Elvis was hurt and angry and broken, but he couldn’t force you to stay. No matter what he’d do or say, he knew there was no stopping you. Part of him understood how you felt – ofcourse he did. He’d seen how unhappy you were at times and he hated that he was partly to blame for that.

You were a bird and birds weren’t meant to be held in cages.

He just wished things didn’t have to end this way, and he didn’t have to let you go like this.

You still loved each other and he was glad you were okay with his promise of calling you when he’d be back in LA. It wasn’t like you thought ill of him or blamed him for how things had played out – there were two parties involved and although there really was no one to blame, he wasn’t the bad guy. The hurt you were feeling in your heart right now was your own fault as well – perhaps this much heartache could’ve been prevented if you had set your priorities straight from the beginning, if you told him straight up how you wanted the relationship and your lives together to be.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you held each other at the front door, Lori and Red standing by the staircase. Just because you and Elvis had put an end to your relationship, didn’t mean Lori had to. She still had a few vacation days left and you were more than okay with her staying at Graceland for a little longer; you needed some time alone.

“Don’t be,” he told you as he held you pressed up against his chest, his fingers combing through your hair as his other hand rubbed your back repeatedly. You felt as if his hand was going to burn a hole through the fabric of your jacket. “I love you, baby. I want you to be happy and I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need,”

His words tore your heart to shreds all over again and part of you didn’t want to let go of him. Part of you wanted to drag your suitcase right back up those stairs and throw all your belongings back in the closet, but you knew leaving was the right decision to make. No matter how much it hurt.

“I love you, Elvis,” you told him as you pulled back out of the embrace a little, wiping a tear from the corner of your eyes. You smiled at him, but it was filled with pain, and it made Elvis’ heart clench violently in his chest. “I hope.. I hope we can stay friends- I don’t want us to become strangers,”

“Are you kiddin’? I’m gonna call you as soon as I’m back in LA, can’t get rid of me that quick,”

The both of you laughed through your tears and you nodded, allowing him to kiss you one more time. Your body responded to him immediately but before you could melt into the kiss even further, you gently broke contact and took a step back. He lifted your suitcase from the ground, walking you out of the house and to the car where Joe was already sitting behind the wheel, waiting to take you to the airport.

“Have a safe flight,” he told you after he put your suitcase in the trunk, opening the door for you. He was trying to keep his voice as steady as possible, but you didn’t miss the tremble on his tongue and him swallowing his tears. “Call me when you get home,”

You nodded, squeezing his hand firmly as you kissed his cheek. You had to force yourself to get in the car and as he closed the door for you, you could see he had given up on trying to stop himself from crying. You gave up the battle too, letting your tears run freely down your face – as Joe drove away from the house, you didn’t look back, because you knew the sight of Elvis standing there would make you want to jump out of the moving car and run back into his arms.

Maybe you were making a mistake and maybe this wasn’t the right decision at all, but you didn’t want to be stuck in a lifestyle that you had no business of being in.

Some things are simply not meant to be.

The scene in Girls! Girls! Girls! of the small kitchen fire was slightly altered at Elvis' request. For obvious reasons.

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Alright here I come, sliding in your messages 👑

Regarding the shared questions I would love to know number 2, 11+12 ♥️

Love you queen, bye ♥️♥️♥️

Oh, hi, Queen Lory! 👑 How generous of you to visit my humble ask box! *curtseys*

✨What scene did you first put down?

Since I write my scenes wildly out of order, I don't remember exactly which one came first, but I do remember which one I really ✨loved✨ first.

'Mind if I join you?' Aurélie's eyes flew open. As if her thoughts alone had conjured him, the touselled-haired Slytherin boy stood grinning over her, his tall figure casting a shadow over her long-forgotten history book. Without waiting for an answer, he flopped down on the grass beside her, propped himself up on one elbow and pulled a box of Every Flavour Beans from his pocket. 'Care for a bean?' he asked, giving the box a little jiggle. Aurélie raised a dubious brow. 'Jelly beans for breakfast?' - How to Make a Villain, chapter six.

I love this chapter because it's the first turning point in Sebastian and Aurelie's friendship. Here they go from, 'he's annoying/she's just some girl' to 'oh, haaang on a minute...'

Their conversation in this scene sets the tone for their entire relationship: Sebastian pursues, Aurélie withdraws, and this push and pull continues for the course of the story. Aurélie is afraid of connection, Sebastian is afraid of losing it, but beneath all their fear, doubt and trauma is a deep bond that incrementally gets more and more difficult to deny.

✨What do you like best about this fic?

That I get to write it, lol.

✨What do you like least about this fic?

That I have to write it, lol.

HA no I'm kidding. What I like best about this fic is how happy I feel when I'm working on it, thinking about it, and talking about it, and how it's connected me lots of brilliant friends like you.

What I like the least is... ermmm... Honestly, I don't know. Probably inflicting angst onto my beloved bebes because it hurts to write it.

Thanks for the question, Queen of my heart!

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hi anon!!

I loved your request, it's so fluffy and cute, I suppresed the dating part trying to make it more intense, I hope you don't mind.

I hope you'll like the story and sorry for taking me so long!

Enjoy!!

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Learning.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Anon request. One Shot.

Warnings: bruises. Clumsiness. Fluff. Little sexual tension. Touches and little looks.

Words: 2560.

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(It's just for the story, the reader is you so ignored Beth)

You are bored. It's funny that you can say that with all that's going on out there, yet behind those walls you are safe. After all you went through at the Greene farm, after almost a year of wandering back and forth, you can finally say you're safe. You found that abandoned prison, and after clearing a whole block, you can say it's safe.

That it is your new home.

Yet you feel useless once again. In there, along with Beth and Carl, taking care of Judith, unable to use a gun decently. You're tired of being just the babysitter.

It's not fair.

"What's wrong with ya?" You hear behind you and startle.

You turn around holding Judith against your chest seeing Daryl leaning against the cell door. Your heart leaps inside your chest. It's absurd how you fell in love with Daryl Dixon. Your first meeting was at the Greene farm, when Carl was accidentally shot, he always stayed out of the house, exploring, looking for Sophia, he was grumpy and surly, but he presented great respect and loyalty to his group, that's what drew your attention to him, then over time little details were added, like his nervousness when talking to you, his flighty looks, his much more relaxed body talking to Carol, how his chest puffed out proudly when Rick sought his advice. That spontaneous anger when he felt cornered. But most of all you realized he was kind, sensitive, concerned for everyone, always one eye on Carl, on Lori with her pregnancy. The time you spent walking back and forth he let you ride his bike with him when your feet couldn't take it anymore, you leaned against his back seeking warmth, if it bothered him or made him uncomfortable, he never said it out loud. You forged a little friendship and that made you feel good, but sometimes your true feelings would come out making you feel nervous around him.

"N-nothing." You stutter looking sideways at him.

"N-nothin'? It's been two days since I went out explorin', I was expectin' a more dignified reception." He jokes and you smile embarrassed. He's right, usually when he gets out of prison, when he comes back you greet him with a smile and a hug, glad he came back alive.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood..."

"I can see that, yer gonna tell me why?" he walks over to you to sit next to you on the cot and play with Judith's feet, making her laugh.

Your heart melts at the sweetness that man gives off with the baby, if you had been told that when you first met him, you would have laughed.

"It's just... I want to do something else..." You confess at last and he looks at you with a frown.

"What ya mean?"

"I want to get out of here, I want to get out and explore too, learn how to fight, know how to defend myself, I don't... I don't want to be the damn babysitter all the time." You growl and get frustrated, you love taking care of Judith, she's a very good girl who never gives any trouble.

"Ya can go out to the fence with the rest and take down any Walkers who wanna tear it down. Ya dun need to go outside." He shrugs without seeing the problem.

"But I want to go outside... Why can Maggie? She always goes out with Glenn, they go out for supplies, they kill Walkers, they've even gone for ammo with Rick...she..."

"She's Glenn's problem." He cuts off your protests and you frown in offense. "Not mine."

"And what am I, a problem too? Is that why I'm locked up here?" You spring to your feet and Daryl does the same.

"No, but yer safe in here, ya ain't need to go out there to prove anythin'." He tries to cheer you up, but it just makes you angrier.

"Fuck you, Daryl." You hiss and walk out of the cell taking Judith with you. Daryl mentally curses for making you angry, though he doesn't quite know what he's done wrong.

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That night you can't sleep, you're still angry, you're still dwelling on your conversation with Daryl and it bothers you even more. You're angry with yourself, you know you shouldn't have talked to him like that, that it wasn't fair. Daryl was just trying to cheer you up, to keep you safe, but you had reacted like a five year old.

You sigh still tossing and turning in your bunk, unable to find your posture, you're thankful you sleep alone or you're sure you would have been kicked out by now.

"Yer awake?" a growl puts you on alert.

You sit up in bed discovering Daryl once again at your cell door, you can only see his figure, the sheet you use as a door prevents him from entering, but you see him fidgeting nervously.

"I can't sleep..." You admit.

"Well, get dressed, I'll wait for ya at the door of the block." He says and without further ado walks away leaving you confused.

You blink a couple of times before quickly getting up, grabbing your pants and boots, you hurriedly get dressed and walk out of the cell still putting your t-shirt on, tie your hair in a high ponytail and walk out of the block.

The sun begins to rise over the horizon, the dawn welcomes you making it clear that you haven't slept at all that night, but now you don't think about that, you are intrigued by what Daryl wants from you. You see him by the fence in the outside courtyard, adjust your jacket to your body and walk quickly towards him. When you reach his position, he tosses his cigarette on the ground and you wrinkle your nose.

"How can you keep finding tobacco lying around?"

"I'm a good hound." He replies matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Uhm... What's going on, why did you bring me here?"

"Ya said ya wanted to get out, that ya wanted to do something, right? Well, the difference between ya and Maggie is that she knows how to shoot, she knows how to use a gun and hit the target, y'know?"

"No... no one ever taught me." You come clean feeling even more useless.

"Well, I'm gonna teach ya." When you hear him you look up at him opening your eyes wide, a glint of excitement shining in them. "If ya wanna get out of here ya gotta learn, so I'll take care of that, if that's okay with ya."

"Yes, of course it is! Thank you so much, Daryl." You can't contain yourself and hug him tightly. You feel his body stiffen at your touch and you quickly pull away. "S-sorry..."

"Never mind." He clears his throat. "Let's start with somethin' simple." He says and hands you his crossbow.

You hesitate for a second, you don't think using his crossbow is something simple, as he has said, it's impressive to see how he handles it, the ease of aiming and hitting the target without missing once, it's obvious he's been practicing with it all his life. Your breath hitches as you feel him move around you and grab your arms to position you.

"Each weapon has a different weight, a different balance, a different deal, ya'll learn that as ya get used to them." He tells you, his hands running up and down your arms, places one of your hands on the body of the gun and one on the trigger, settles the stock of the crossbow over your shoulder and gives your feet a little tap. "Spread yer legs a little wider."

"If I didn't have this in my hands, I'd think you were hitting on me, Dixon." You joke, you're so nervous you need to release some tension, when your gazes meet you see his cheeks are red and your nerves increase.

"Dun talk shit." He snorts in a bark and you obey then, spreading your legs apart.

He rests his hands on your waist and makes you rotate your body a little, a posture he acquires quite often when he fires his crossbow. Your heart will jump out of your chest and you feel your hands sweat profusely, before you can shoot it will fall out of your fingers. You are sure.

"Ya just need to concentrate." His voice sounds very close to your ear. You're about to yell at him that with him so close it's impossible, but you bite your tongue in time. "See the target?" he whispers again and then you notice a small pole several meters ahead of you.

"Y-you want me to shoot it?"

"I wanna ya to concentrate on it. It ain't just a matter of aimin' and shootin', ya gotta make sure. At least at first."

His body sticks to yours, his arms wrap around your stance, you feel his hand come over yours and the other pulls your finger away from the trigger to replace it with his own. You're fused in the same position and you're unable to breathe properly, you're sure Daryl can feel you trembling against him.

"Do ya see it?" he asks again and you shake your head.

No, you see absolutely nothing, your brain is drowned in his scent, cigarettes and leather, mixed with a faint body odor, but it's not dirty, it's like the smell of the forest has stuck to his skin. Then you hear the violent hiss of the arrow shoot out, the recoil of the shot pushes you against Daryl's arms, but he holds you in position with his own body, the bolt sticks in the target and he breaks away.

You breathe normally again. Or at least you try to.

"Do ya think ya can do it?" Then he asks you, pointing back towards the target.

You're not sure, but what the hell, at least you're going to try. Nodding, Daryl crosses his arms biting his thumb, watching you from his position as you get into position like he just taught you and raise the crossbow ready to hit the center. It takes three attempts for the arrow to hit the bull's-eye, I don't even know if it hit Daryl's arrow, but at least it managed to hit the post. A howl of joy escapes you and Daryl smiles at the sound, gesturing for you to take another shot.

"Try again, maybe it was a fluke." He prods you and you stick your tongue out at him in response.

You obey picking up your stance again, you have to admit that being like this for a long time is tiring, the gun is heavy and your shoulder starts to feel sore due to the repeated recoil of the gun, hitting that part. You concentrate again, your eyes fixed on your target, you bite your lip recalculating the distance in your mind, aiming at Daryl's arrow, you know you're not going to hit it, but you'd like to at least get close. You're about to shoot when you feel something brush against your ear.

And everything turns into a mess.

You jerk violently at the sudden contact. You unintentionally fire without looking where you are aiming at while shaking your arms, the recoil makes you drop the crossbow that rises in the air and the butt hits you in the face with extreme violence. The weapon falls to the ground and you fall right behind it, holding your face. Daryl, who had been standing next to you, takes a step back as he watches you collapse. There is surprise on his face, but he can't suppress an amused snort as he watches you fall on your ass.

"But what was that?" he laughs.

"You idiot! Why did you stick your finger in my ear?" you yell from the ground pressing your eye which hurts like hell.

"Yer targets ain't gonna be immobile." He explains approaching you again. "Ya gotta be prepared for any distractions."

"Fuck you!" You yell angrily at him and uncover your face ready to get up and leave.

Daryl then sees the magnitude of the blow, your eye starts to turn red and swell as a thin trickle of blood trickles down your chin, you have bitten your lip as the crossbow has hit your face, directly in your eye.

"Holy shit, lemme see that." He rushes towards you, but you swat his hand away.

"No, leave me alone." You growl, but Daryl holds you back so you don't run away. "Daryl!"

"Lemme me see that!" he yells at the same time you do, holding you by the face, standing very close to each other.

You open your eyes wide feeling your saliva catch in your throat, you try to let go again, but he doesn't move, his thumb wipes the blood from your chin and examines your eye.

"Let's get somethin' cold in there, or it'll swell up too much."

"And whose fault is that?" you growl once more.

"Think about one thing, at least ya hit a target." He jokes again and you wiggle out of his grip by punching him in the chest with a closed fist. "Auh! Okay, okay, I deserve it." He walks quickly behind you grabbing your arm. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"I just wanted to be helpful, damn it, I wanted to be able to help you guys, no... you didn't need to make fun of me like that." You can't help yourself and cry in frustration.

Daryl freezes looking at you nervously. His breath hitches feeling like he's having trouble swallowing. The last thing he wanted was to make you cry. He pulls you to stop fighting and kisses you. Surprise shakes your body, you stop fighting, unable to move, but your lips press against his before Daryl pulls away again.

"That day I said Maggie wasn't my problem..." E starts to speak, but he realize what he's going to say next is going to sound weird, but he can't stop now. "'Cause yer my problem..." He stares at you and sees you frown. "Ain't wanna anythin' bad to happen to ya, I can't think about ya goin' out there and... losin' ya." He confesses and you sigh feeling your heart beat very fast. "But yer right, we all have to know how to defend ourselves, but it's hard for me... I-I wana protect ya..."

"I want to be able to protect you too, Daryl..." You hold his hands and dare to kiss him. "You're my problem too, I know I'll never be able to protect you because you're made for this world but..."

"Stop it..." He asks you and rests his forehead against yours. "We'll talk about this, but right now we need to heal that eye." He tells you again brushing your eye gently.

A chuckle escapes you and you nod your head. Daryl places the crossbow on his back and takes your hand going back inside the prison and you let him take care of you and make sure everything is okay.

"Ya won't lose yer eye." He tells you and you sigh.

"Thank you, doctor, that's a relief." You joke and he laughs softly.

"Try to get some rest, we'll go out again tomorrow." He promises you.

"What, are you going to keep teaching me?"

"Yes, why? Yer tired already? I thought ya wanted to go out there."

"I do, but you said..."

"Ain't wanna lose ya, so I'm gonna teach ya and take ya with me, that way I'll keep an eye on ya and make sure y'ain't give yerself another black eye." He smiles playfully, but looks at you with intensity.

The End.

You laugh and throw your pillow at him as he flawlessly dodges it and you hear him laugh as he walks away to let you rest. You grin broadly feeling your lip catch, but you don't care.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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SAVED BY THE SHERIFF (oneshot)

(rick grimes x male reader)

⋆★ word count : 715

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ abt : rick saves you from the saviours and realises his feelings for you

⋆★ extra : please give me ideas request fanfics, preferably male characters :)

The sun was setting on the horizon as Rick and his group made their way toward Negan's compound. They had received word that the Saviors had captured one of their own and were holding him hostage. Rick's heart was heavy as he thought about you, who had become a close friend and ally.

As they approached the compound, they could see the guards patrolling the perimeter. Rick signaled to his team and they spread out, taking out the guards one by one. They moved quickly and quietly, trying to avoid detection.

Finally, they made it to the building where you were being held. Rick kicked down the door and they rushed in, guns blazing. The Saviors fought back fiercely, but Rick and his team were determined to save their friend.

As they made their way through the building, they could hear your screams in the distance. Rick's heart was pounding as he thought about what they might be doing to you. He pushed himself harder, determined to reach you before it was too late.

Finally, they burst into the room where you were being held. You were battered and bruised, but alive.. barely. Rick rushed to your side, tears threatening to stream down his face. He held you close, listening to your faint heart beat, he was grateful that you were still alive.

As you all made your escape, Rick and you shared a tender moment. Rick talked about how much you meant to him and how grateful he was that you were alive. You couldn’t respond because your throat was stinging, but the look in your eyes was all Rick needed to know. He promised to never let anything happen to you again.

As you all made you way back to the group, Rick couldn't stop thinking about you and what he would have done if you didn’t make it. He realised that you, meant more to him than he initially thought, he had feelings for you that went beyond friendship/brotherhood. He didn't know how you felt, but he knew that you would do anything to protect him.

When you finally made it back to the hilltop; Rick, you and the rest of the group were greeted with cheers and hugs. You had survived the ordeal, but you both knew that you’d both had been forever changed by it. As they settled in for the night, Rick held you close, closer then he’d ever held you before. You didn’t quite know what this had meant but it felt nice, you were both grateful for each other.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes, embracing each other. Finally, Rick spoke up. "I don't know if it's just the adrenaline or what, but I have to tell you something."

Your eyes widened slightly surprise that he has broken the silence, you spoke back “What is it?, I won’t judge rick you know I’m not like that.”

“I’m not scared you’ll judge, Im worried you won’t accept it. m/n.” he looks at you with a stern but sincere look, he glances to the side avoiding your gaze. “Look, I have feelings for you. I’ve felt like this for months but I didn’t know what it meant, I just thought it was about trust and friendship. But it’s not that”

You stared, waiting for him to continue “What is it then Rick? if not that?” he sighed, “Love?” he sounded unsure, “I’ve never felt this way for a man, and I haven’t felt this way in a long time. not since.. since Lori” You embraced him closer, moving your face to look him in the eyes “I feel the same way Rick, you mean so much to me”

He grinned, he moved his face closer to yours. You felt his lips press against yours, it wasn’t like a kiss in a fairytale you didn’t feel any sparks and there were no fireworks. But it felt amazing, it gave you a sense of hope, that you knew was gonna come back later and bite you in the ass. But that didn’t matter because in this moment the only thing that mattered was him. After that you both talked for hours, sharing stories and opening up to each other in a way that you’d never had before.

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So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.

I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????

Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!

And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.

Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?

Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.

Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!

#the meg #a crow's rants

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Then There Was You- Chapter Eight

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead, William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author's Note: Hiiiiiii guysssss. I hope you aren't too mad that I basically disappeared for idk how many months. But alas a chapter! Life caught up to me yall. I'm soooo sorry. But I'm going to try to make more time.

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Chapter 8:

Two weeks had passed since the incident and luckily the situation had blown over within the week. The two had continued to stay inside for their movie nights and hangouts. Lori left the last Friday and was truly a sad day for the girls. There were hugs and whispers of promising that they would see each other soon. Lori and Y/n did their handshaking before leaving each other. There were tears on her face and Tom with Supernatural and food for the rest of the weekend. Tom’s brothers and best friend were coming onto set today after coming into town yesterday. Y/n was nervous to meet the group and wanted to make a good impression. Though she was not dating Tom, she was Tom’s other best friend, they had gotten close fairly quickly and she didn’t want to lose their friendship because his family didn’t like her. Harrison was also going to stay on set to get back to the job of being his personal assistant. He was gone because he was finishing up a promo for a movie that he would be premiering in. She dressed better than usual today but also like she wasn’t trying too hard and it was the perfect excuse to wear her new Nike dunks that she’d been waiting weeks for. She was known around the set for having one of the best styles and was even getting recognized by celebrity bloggers. So, she was never worried about that.

Tom and Ryan were currently in the middle of a scene and they were finally at the midpoint of the movie. It was very bittersweet because Y/n loved working with everyone on set and she didn’t want to leave them. She promised herself that for the next movie, she’d be working on that she’d try to get the same crew because they were all such a joy to work with. Y/n was knocked out of her thoughts when she saw Tom’s eyes start to not focus on the scene in front of him but instead on something or someones behind Ryan. Y/n followed Tom’s gaze when he began laughing. There were three boys two that looked identical to Tom and one who was slightly taller than the other two boys. One held a sign saying, ‘Would you like a juice box? We don’t want you to get cranky :(” and the other two holding two six packs of juice boxes in the air waving. Anxiety rose when she recognized them. Man, she hoped they liked her. Ryan C. had cut the scene by the time the three walked on set. He had just gotten done introducing him to Michael and Ryan, so the group was laughing when Tom caught Y/n’s eye. He smiled and waved her over. She got up from her seat and adjusted her jacket before walking over. She tried to put confidence on her face when she saw the group looking at her. “You must be Y/n the girl this Div can’t stop talking about-” Tom quickly interjects stopping Harry from talking. “I do not talk about her that much,” Everyone laughs slightly as Y/n’s face warms and Tom’s ears burn a bright red. “Anyway, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, It’s wonderful to meet you in person. And Tom was right you’re even more beautiful in person. If you ever get tired of waiting on this one to make a move, I’ll gladly ta-” Tom puts his hand quickly over his brother’s mouth as everyone laughs. Y/n ignored the warmth rising on her neck. “So Y/n don’t we have to leave in a bit so we can go out for lunch,” She nods, “Yup, we're going to my second favorite restaurant in ATL and your brother can take me to my first,” The group laughs at her comment as an assistant comes over to let them know that their car was there.

When they finally made it to the restaurant and were seated, Y/n heard a familiar voice introducing themselves. “Parker! It’s so good to see you! I haven’t seen you since the last time I was here. How’s Liam and Avery,” A quick hug was shared between the two as Parker told Y/n about their kids. “You know those two little rascals, they’re still getting all A’s though so I’m proud of them. Avery still wants to be just like you when she grows up.” Y/n nods laughing. Everyone’s eyes are focused on the two speaking when Y/n notices their silence. “Sorry, guys lemme introduce you to one of my favorite people at Toast, Parker! They’ve been here since I’ve been coming here when I was working on my screenplay. They were even some inspiration for Tom’s character.” Everyone waves as Y/n finally sit down. “Well enough of my chattin’. Y/n I’m guessing you want your usual,” Y/n nods quickly. “What about everyone else?” Everyone tells Parker their order. “I’ll let Chef know that you’re out here as well. He was literally just talkin’ about how much he missed you.” Everyone thanks Parker as they begin to leave. “Y/n, when Tom said you pick the best restaurants, he wasn’t lying,” Harrison told her. “Yeah, as much as I like to say I don’t love food. I love food. I’ve been actually talking to some people about having a show reviewing restaurants around the country after the film,” Tom grabbed her hand that was laying on the table and squeezed it. “ Darling, you didn’t tell me anything about this,” Everyone nods (except for the twins and Harrison) in agreement. “Sorry, y’all I promise I was only going to tell you guys when things were becoming a bit final. I didn’t want to tell you all before and get your hopes up if it fell through. I didn’t even think that people would even want to listen to what I had to say let alone a whole show about it,” she said solemnly. “Y/n, love, anyone would love to hear what you have to say. Especially something you’re clearly so passionate about. It lights up your eyes whenever you talk about a restaurant you want to try.” Ryan and Micheal looked at each at the mention of Y/n’s name surprised to hear him say it. It meant, clearly, he was serious. “Y/n, I know we’ve just met but when you were explaining why you love this restaurant and food on the way over, I could taste every meal you talked about. You clearly have a knack for it, don’t ever worry about that. I’m excited for you and I’m watching every episode whenever it comes out.” Sam said sincerely. The table agreed as their plates were played out in front of them by Parker. “Thank you guys,” Y/n said after thanking Parker. She had a huge smile on her face at the comments they made feeling wayyy more confident about her show than before. She didn’t notice how Tom was looking at her, however. Like she hung the stars. Harrison had to kick him slightly under the table because he was staring too long. Y/n turned slightly asking if he was okay as Tom grunted. He said a quick yes. Y/n just barely missed Harrison whispering in Tom’s ear and his face turning beet red. She brushed it off as him doing something embarrassing that only Harrison saw.

After 40 minutes of drinking, talking, and clearing plates, the Chef came out to greet them as they were paying the bill. “I hope you all enjoyed the food. Thank you all for coming and Jellybean thank you for bringing everyone here.” He said to Y/n as they hugged. “Anytime Uncle Virgil. I’ll probably be back here sometime this weekend. Gotta do some writing,” she said with a wink. She went back to Tom’s side as he put his arm around her shoulder. Virgil smiled as he watched. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend with you. I would’ve called your aunt over too. Your Pops didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, I outta-” Y/n quickly interrupted, “Tom’s not my boyfriend Unc. We’re just friends I promise.” Virgil looked over at Ryan for confirmation asking her with his eyes why they weren't together when they clearly liked each other. She shrugged her shoulders. He looked back at Y/n. “Good because even though your father is my best friend, I will beat him up at any time.” The group laughed and the awkwardness quickly washed away. “Well, I’ll see you around kiddo, be safe out there, and good luck with that movie of yours. I love you!” The group waved goodbye and went into the car. They let Kill Bill play through the car before Tom finally spoke up. “Jellybean huh?”

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Quick Takes: Recent Romance Reads

It's that time of year again! The 5th annual Bookstore Romance Day is almost upon us. Saturday, August 19th will be full of great romances and equally great giveaways and deals, both from us and from our audiobook partners at Libro.fm. You can sign up for free virtual panels featuring a variety of topics and amazing romance authors, or stop by the store for fun displays of romances of all sorts. In case you want to get a head start on some great recommendations, a few of our staff have highlighted favorite recent romance reads below!

Practice Makes Perfect by Sarah Adams

Recommended by Lori

Florist Annie Walker is the youngest, sweetest sister of four. Orphaned at an early age, Annie's grown up under the protective wing of her older brother and two older sisters, not to mention the close-knit (and nosy) population of Rome, Kentucky. But now Annie would really like to find "the one," settle down, and have a family. That would fill the emptiness that nothing else seems to satisfy, right? Except Annie's social anxiety makes dating a nightmare, and when her most recent date fakes an emergency to ditch her, Annie is ready to give it all up. Enter tattooed bodyguard Will Griffin, back in town to guard Annie's future sister-in-law, pop star Amelia. Will agrees to be Annie's dating coach, just to give her tips and practice with the things that seem so hard when she's in the middle of a date. Unsurprisingly, the more time Annie and Will spend together, the closer they become, and the more Annie wonders what she's going to do when Will's assignment with Amelia is over. Annie is so delightful as a character, trying to break out of the box her siblings, and everyone in the town have put her in -- and with Will she is able to explore aspects of her personality that she hasn't shown anyone else. Will, of course, has his own past to contend with, and his own hangups to overcome. I listened to the audiobook on this one, and the dual narration really brought the novel to life. As I say in my rec card, "the most adorable small-town romance."

With Love, From Cold World by Alicia Thompson

Recommended by Lillian

Even though I think there is too much talk about tropes these days, it does work as a quick way to sum up a story. With Love, From Cold World seems like it would be easy to categorize. It's an Enemies to Lovers, workplace romance. The author ticks a few classic Rom-Com boxes - stuck in the office overnight together, beach trip sunscreen application, the setting is an almost too-quirky Winter-themed amusement park in Florida called Cold World. But hold on - there's more going on here that just that. Every layer starting with something as simple as the cover and continuing on to the emotions of the main characters is handled with a little more thought and a little less cookie-cutter storytelling. Lauren is a buttoned-up accountant, but getting her to open up and take risks for friendship and love didn't feel simple. Asa is a career Cold World employee who is not living up to his potential, but actually maybe he's doing great right where he is. There were moments I laughed, got choked up, and—of course—swooned. I found their getting together to be surprisingly touching. Definitely recommend for the romance reader as well as the romance-curious.

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee

Recommended by Becca

All Dylan Tang wants is to help keep his aunt's struggling Chinese takeout, Wok Warriors, afloat. He has a plan, too. Win the Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake competition—using his grandmother's unique blue mooncake recipe—and get Wok Warriors featured on a popular food television show. There are only two problems: 1) his aunt doesn't have the recipe, and 2) Theo Somers. After Dylan has an unfortunate run-in with Theo's best friend, Theo (wealthy, charming, and very attractive) tries to make it up to him by making a rather large donation to the takeout. Unable to refuse the needed money but not wanting to owe any favors, Dylan agrees to be Theo's fake date to a family wedding. But a weekend in the Hamptons surrounded by rich-people problems and having to contend with his growing attraction to Theo as they get to know each other might be more than he bargained for. Will sabotage, scandal, and stress get in the way of their budding relationship, or will Dylan learn the secret ingredients for both mooncakes and romance? Short, sweet, and a quick read, Fake Dates and Mooncakes was everything I wanted. Delicious food descriptions and a fake dating plot where they don't mess around too long saying, "Oh, it started as fake but now I have feelings for him and I can't act on them because we had an agreement!" (my least favorite part of the trope), took it over the top. Also, the cover art! I'm in love.

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i recently read strange weather in tokyo per your recommendation and oh my god!! a book has never articulated my inner dialogue and jumbled brain as well as it did! do you have any more book/song recs!?

Hello!! I am so very happy to hear that!! Hmm let us see.

Book Recs;

Almond by Won-pyung Sohn. I remember borrowing this book on Libby and never getting around to it until I had like 2 days left until the return date lol. Anyway I am glad I did end up reading it. Yunjae is my baby… you feel so many things reading his story and yet it is never portrayed the way you want it to be which makes it as enticing as it is painstaking. His and Gon’s friendship is so bittersweet and slowburn which makes the turn of events the novel takes so rewardingly emotional.

Sweet Bean Paste by Durian Sukegawa. Has similar themes to Almond, I would say. As you can most likely tell, I love love love love love human connection being written in its most intimate forms in literature. If you are like me you will enjoy this novel as well!

Significant Others by Zoe Eisenberg. I actually read this novel per Jennette McCurdy’s book recommendation lol (who is another wonderful author and person btw, her memoir I’m Glad My Mom Died left me thinking for days on my own familial relationships). Friendships are soo important and yet rarely delved into in a particularly meaningful or tasteful way to me. Female friendships especially. The older I grow and the more people whom I continue to fall out with and meet — this book does a wonderful service to detailing all of the intricacies of platonic relationships.

Maybe You Should Talk to Someone by Lori Gottlieb. I read this book on a whim. The premise of a therapist receiving therapy sounds like something the average person would probably not connect with as much but I was happily surprised to find that this book was not like that at all. I read this in one setting on a two hour train and cried at the end.

Artists/Songs;

Hanroro. Recently I have been really into Korean Rock music lol. So random but anyway. I really love her voice. Her lyrics are also very teen spirt-y but her vocals and instrumentals bring it in an entirely new form to me. I really like Mayfly, Don’t be afraid to fall and Even if you leave,

PJ Harvey. Idk how to explain this one tbh. I just like feeling sexy!!! Idk what to say. Her album Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea has been on repeat for the month of February for me..

Riize. Literally talk saxy idk. Sohee I want U.. Seunghan I miss u 😓

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Lost In The Act: Pt. 1

Summary: With an upcoming family gathering weighing heavy on her shoulders, Jess turns to Rick Grimes, her friend and colleague, for support. She knows the long weekend will be filled with pressure and expectations, piled on by her well-meaning parents who cannot understand why their sweet girl is still single. When Rick offers to accompany her as her date, she eagerly accepts, but, with long-suppressed feelings simmering beneath the surface and her past lurking around every corner, will she be able to keep up the act?

Pairings: Rick Grimes x OFC

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3,844

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Author’s Note: This fic was commissioned by my beautiful birthday twinnie, @greghouse 🖤 and, I’ve gotta say, it was SO much fun to write. I mean, I feel like I’ve thrown every cheesy trope in the book at this one - mutual pining, friends to lovers, fake relationship, bed-sharing - and it is all the more delicious for it. And, I got so carried away that, what was gonna be a pretty lengthy one-shot has ended up as a mini-series! Thank you, Jess, for trusting me with another one of your fabulous ideas. And thank you all for reading. Enjoy!

*****

Rick watched through narrowed eyes as Jess paced back and forth across the lobby, her hand fisting in her hair as she spoke on the phone. It was her personal cell, he noticed, rather than one of the station lines, and he cast an anxious glance towards the sheriff’s office, relieved to see that the door was closed. Sheriff Ford was a fair man, but he had a strong belief in keeping work and home life separate, and he knew the secretary would be in for a verbal warning if she was caught taking private calls whilst on shift. Still, it would take someone braver than Rick to interrupt her just then, with her shoulders tensed and a general air of agitation emanating from her, her movements brisk and jerky. Something or someone, he could tell, was working on her last nerve, and, when she finally hung up the call, letting out a muted growl of frustration, he eased himself to his feet, rounded his desk and cautiously sidled out into the foyer to offer his support.

“Hey, everythin’ okay out here?”

“Fine,” Jess snapped before remembering where she was and who she was talking to, shaking her head to clear away the traces of anger that clouded her thoughts. “Sorry, just… family, y’know?”

Rick scoffed, because, boy, did he know, and Jess was well aware of that. His divorce had finally come through six months ago, after what felt like years of drawn-out negotiations, and he still felt drained from the process. It had not only created a rift between him and his son, who seemed to blame his father for the break-up, despite it having been Lori’s infidelity that had finally driven them apart, but also strained his relationship with his own parents, who seemed to carry a deep disappointment in him for not sticking around to try to work things out. To them, it seemed, divorce was a dirty word, and so he’d found himself increasingly isolated as his life fell apart around him, and only Jess’s easy friendship had gotten him through. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now.”

“Tonight? We could grab a drink after work?”

She thought on that for a moment before nodding, and Rick left her to take up her post at the front desk once more, returning to the reports he’d been typing up before finding himself distracted by her distress.

He used to love his job. A cop was all he’d ever wanted to be, and, when he’d finally earned the position of sheriff’s deputy, he had carried such a sense of pride with him whenever he put on the uniform. But, lately, perhaps because his partner had turned out to be the man that was sleeping with his wife, he’d lost his passion for the work. Shane had put in for a transfer once it became obvious that the two of them were no longer capable of working together, but, still, he felt as if the rest of his colleagues looked at him with pity, and Rick hated it. The truth was, if he was honest with himself, Shane had done him a favour, though he’d never admit it to the asshole’s face. His relationship with Lori had been slowly deteriorating for a long time, like a house in need of urgent renovation, but without owners who cared enough about its upkeep to put in the work. Her affair with Shane was really just the wrecking ball that had finally brought the ramshackle construction crashing down, nothing left in its wake but debris and dust that had seemed to take a lifetime to settle.

Jess had been the only one that he found never made him feel patronised or judged throughout the whole ordeal, the only person he could talk to without fearing that they’d either roll their eyes - Oh, man not this again - or snigger behind his back - Yeah, he was putting it to his old lady this whole time and the guy didn’t have a fuckin’ clue! She’d been through a bad break-up herself, the reason that she’d relocated to King County in the first place, and, though she’d never married the guy, she was still able to empathise with Rick’s struggles, and that had forged a bond, so that he thought she might just be the best friend he had left in the world. And, if he occasionally found himself considering her in a different way, appreciating the vivid colour of her eyes or wondering whether the sensitive skin of her throat was really as soft as it looked, he forced the thoughts away immediately. He couldn’t risk overstepping and making her uncomfortable, possibly even driving her away. Losing her, he’d realised long ago, might just push him over the edge.

As the door to the sheriff’s office swung open and Ford stepped out, casting a glance around the room to ensure that his staff were keeping themselves busy, Rick knuckled down, switching his mind back to the information he was transferring onto the system. The hands of the clock seemed to be moving in slow motion as the day dragged steadily onwards, and the anxiety he could sense radiating from Jess’s hunched figure as she slumped over her keyboard did nothing to speed things along.

*****

“So, what’ll it be?” Rick asked, slipping his jacket onto the back of a chair in the crowded bar as Jess settled herself at the small table. “Beer? Somethin’ stronger?”

“Ugh, I’d kill for something stronger, but I’ve gotta drive.” Her pout bordered on adorable, despite the genuine anguish behind it, and Rick couldn’t help but smile.

“What if I drop you home? I can swing by and pick you up in the mornin’, and we can grab your car on the way into work.”

It was obviously a tempting offer as, for the first time since the call that had gotten her into this state, his friend’s eyes lit up. “Whiskey then, please. Make it a double!”

The queue to order was long and bustling, with most of the clientele having just knocked off for the day and the establishment being the only half-decent place to grab a drink within a five-mile radius. As Rick waited, he found himself nodding or raising a hand to greet some familiar faces, something that came from being a cop on the beat in a small town, but he resisted any attempts to be drawn into conversation. He knew well enough that those kind of chats could easily wind on for hours, and he didn’t want the bother of having to find a way to excuse himself without being rude. Jess was his main priority tonight, and he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything else. Perhaps it was just his nature, or the experiences he’d had working the job, but, whenever he saw someone coiled as tightly as the secretary seemed to be right now, he always assumed the worst, and he honestly had no clue what to expect when he made it back to his seat. Was somebody dying? Thrown in prison? Had her house burnt down? His mind was working on overdrive now that he was counting down to the moment when she might finally open up, and, once he’d paid and was clasping a beer in one hand and a double shot of Jim Beam in the other, he hurried back to her side.

Jess had her head down and was texting, tapping furiously away at her phone as he slid her drink towards her and dropped into his chair. He waited for her to finish up, casting her phone aside with a surprising level of pent-up aggression, and watched in awe as she picked up her glass and swallowed half the contents in one go. “Wow.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, coughing to clear the residual burn from her throat and toying with the tumbler, twisting it this way and that so that the amber liquid reflected the light. “I’m really sorry. This is all just really dumb and petty, and you’re probably gonna think I’m just making a massive deal out of nothing.”

“Try me.” Rick held her gaze, trying to ignore the sheen of liquor that clung to her lips, distracting as it might be. “C’mon, since when do we keep secrets from each other? You’ve seen me at my worst, Jess, my very worst, and you didn’t judge me. Let me help, if I can. At the very least, it might feel good to get it off your chest.”

Jess huffed a sigh, leaning back in her seat and releasing her glass to drum her nails against the tabletop. “Alright. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologisin’.”

“Right, sorry,” she said again, gracing Rick with a small smile when he rolled his eyes. “So, it’s my dad’s sixtieth birthday next week, and, apparently, my mom’s decided to throw him a party.”

“You don’t like parties?”

“I love parties,” Jess sighed, “just not when it’s gonna mean my entire family under one roof for the best part of three whole days.”

“I thought you were close to your folks.”

“I am. It’s just… They worry. They love to worry. It’s what parents do, I know,” she said, cutting off Rick’s intention to say exactly that, because she knew how much he worried about Carl, especially now that he didn’t have the luxury of seeing him every day. “But right now they’re pretty much just focused on the fact that I’m still single, and I have been since everything with my ex fell apart, and, for some reason, that’s all they ever want to talk about. If I show up there alone, that’s gonna be the entire topic of conversation all weekend, I know it. Oh, Jess, you’re not getting any younger, y’know? Wouldn’t you like to find a nice man to settle down with? You’ve been alone for such a long time. Like, I don’t already know that, right? I am well aware of exactly how long it’s been!”

Rick couldn’t help but smirk at her exaggerated impression of what he could only guess was her mother’s voice, though he quickly schooled his features into something more sympathetic when her brow creased with a frown.

“It’s just… I’m doing okay, y’know? I’ve got a nice place, savings, a good job that I enjoy, but it’s like none of that means anything if I don’t have a man by my side or a ring on my finger. And it pisses me off.”

“So, what are you gonna do?” Rick asked, curious. She’d had several hours to think it through now, and he wondered if she’d come to any conclusions.

“Well, I thought about just not going,” she confessed. “Was gonna tell them I couldn’t get the time off work or that I’d been asked to put in some overtime or something. It’s not like they know my shift pattern.” Rick arched his brow in acknowledgement as she reached for her discarded phone and cast an eye over the screen. “But then I got a message from my dad telling me how much he’s looking forward to seeing me, and I can’t let him down like that. I just can’t.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Maybe four or five months ago. I don’t go back to visit as much as I probably should.”

Rick nodded slowly, processing the information, a suggestion lingering on the tip of his tongue. It seemed almost too easy though, and he paused to take a swig of his beer, giving himself a moment longer to think it through before deciding, with a shrug, that he might as well spit it out. “You could take me along.”

Jess nearly choked on the dregs of whiskey she’d just tipped into her mouth. “Wh-what?”

“As your date.” Rick shrugged again, wondering if the blush that he could feel spreading up his neck was obvious to the woman sitting across from him. “I’m a catch, I’ll have you know: good job; got my own place; full head of hair; make cute kids. Any parents would be glad to have me as a potential son-in-law.”

“I don’t know.” It wasn’t a flat-out rejection, at least, and Rick could see her mind working, taking in the offer and trying to figure out if it was worth a shot. “I mean, I’ve mentioned you to them, sure, but never as more than a friend. Besides, why would you even want to put yourself through that? These people… They’re like hyenas, Rick. One scent of fresh meat and they’ll be all over you. It’ll be an interrogation, all weekend long. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask,” Rick pointed out. “I offered. Besides, I’m a cop. If I can’t stand up under interrogation then I really have no business doin’ the job, right?”

“My mom would make Ford cry like a baby.”

“Ford’s not as tough as he looks.” He watched as Jess gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment, lost in thought, and he wondered if she was trying to picture it: the two of them showing up as a couple. It was definitely what he was doing in his head, and it was alarmingly easy to imagine showing up to a party with her on his arm. “C’mon, Jess, let me do this for you. I owe you so much for the way you put up with me through everythin’ with Lori. This can make us even.”

Her eyes locked on his and lingered there for a moment, apparently searching for any trace of doubt in his gaze. Then, finding none, she gave a short, sharp nod. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. You never know, it might even be fun.”

*****

They spent the next couple of hours coming up with a story that would be believable enough that it would convince Jess’s family that the relationship wasn’t simply a farce. In the end, they determined it would be best to keep it simple and as near to the truth as they could get: they’d met through work, grown close when Jess was supporting Rick through a messy divorce, and then started to date once the papers had come through. That would mean they’d been together for around six months by now, of course, but Jess thought she could get away with explaining to her mom that she’d kept it quiet because of the risk that came from getting involved with a coworker. It made some kind of sense, so Rick was more than happy to go along with that. Listening to his increasingly inebriated friend plot out the course of their love story made something in his chest clench painfully, and he found himself leaning closer, drawn in by her tales, wishing that things really had worked out that way. Internally, he was cursing himself already, wondering how he was supposed to get through a weekend of pretending, when just imagining what could have been was driving him crazy, but he’d made his commitment now, and there was no way he was going to let her down. It would be worth it to see her happy.

When she was no longer quite coherent, her words slurred and her eyes a little too unfocused for Rick’s liking, he coaxed her out of her seat, letting her lean heavily on him as he guided her out of the bar. His truck was parked in the far corner of the lot, and she wobbled alarmingly as she tried to climb into the passenger seat, almost toppling backwards before Rick planted his hands on her waist and helped her in. She was warm and supple beneath his fingers, and he knew he held on for a beat too long, forcing himself away and letting the door fall closed. It was just as precarious helping her down from the cab when they reached her block, and, when she fell against his chest, he decided it would be easier just to slip one arm around her back and another beneath her knees and carry her home. She wriggled in his grasp, giggling like she was far younger than her years before relaxing against him, letting her head fall against his shoulder as he traversed the path that led up to her porch.

“You’re kinda great, y’know that?” Rick grinned at her drunken declaration, taking her keys from her fumbling grip so he could unlock her door and push her gently over the threshold. “Best fake boyfriend ever!”

“Make sure you drink plenty of water before you turn in,” he instructed her, trying his best to ignore her close proximity and the adoration in her gaze, “and eat somethin’. But maybe don’t cook. Don’t want you burnin’ the house down now.”

His words largely seemed to fall on deaf ears, though, as she plastered herself against him, arms coiling around his neck to draw him down to her level, allowing her to brush sloppy kisses over his cheeks. He was used to the affectionate side that came out in her when she’d been drinking, but tonight she was especially effusive, spurred on by her gratitude. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The scent of whiskey was heavy on her breath, and he wanted nothing more than to taste it on her tongue and drink her in. Instead, he pulled away. “Alright, save it for the weekend, Jess.”

What the hell had he let himself in for?

*****

Jess woke with a pounding headache, her mouth dry, still clad in the blouse and skirt she’d worn for work the day before. For a brief moment, she just lay there, sprawled across her bed, trying to put together what had happened the previous evening, and then it all came flooding back, and she let out a loud groan. She’d agreed that Rick could accompany her to her parents’ house, to her father’s sixtieth birthday party no less, as her boyfriend, no doubt opening the both of them up to a deluge of uncomfortable questions, and, to pull it off, there would have to be kissing and touching and, in the harsh light of day, she was almost certain that it would be more than she could take. What on earth had she been thinking?

It wasn’t that she was in love with the deputy, it really wasn’t. She’d told herself that she wouldn’t let those sort of emotions in again after her last trainwreck of a relationship had sent her fleeing from her hometown and turning her whole life upside down to escape the fallout. It was just that Rick was such an easy man to fall for. It was his gentle manner, his easy smile and the mischievous sparkle of those blue eyes that never failed to bring a flush of heat to her cheeks. And it was his sensitivity, the way he spoke about the breakdown of his marriage, never voicing any sort of malice towards his ex-wife, no matter how vicious the divorce became. She knew it had hurt him, that Lori’s betrayal was made all the worse because it was his partner that she’d chosen to cheat with, but still he bit his tongue, never speaking of her with anything but respect and, perhaps, a hint of weariness, as if he was just completely drained by it all. It said something about the man, she thought, that he could take those sorts of hits and still resist the urge to let things turn nasty. So, really, who could judge her for occasionally letting her mind wander and wondering if there might be the possibility of something more between them? Who wouldn’t want to succumb to that old-fashioned southern charm that seemed to drip from Rick’s tongue like nectar? It would take a stronger woman than she could claim to be.

At the sound of a knock on the door, Jess resisted the urge to bury her face in her pillow and simply will the world away for another few hours, instead crawling from her pit and stumbling down the hall on shaky legs, tugging it open to find Rick, lounging against the porch railings, not even attempting to mask his amusement as his gaze combed over her dishevelled state. Jess only grunted in greeting, already turning away.

“Well, good mornin’ to you too, sunshine.” He sounded far too chipper, but then she supposed he would, having limited himself to just a beer or two so that he’d been able to drive them both home. “You’re runnin’ late.”

“I know.”

“You look like hell.”

“I know that too.” Heading for the kitchen, she snagged a box of cereal from the counter, digging into it to scoop up a handful and eating it dry, washing it down with a large glass of water. It churned in her gut, and she thought for one horrifying moment that she might be sick, but she pulled it together, trying to ignore Rick’s chuckle. “Give me ten minutes. I’ve just gotta shower.”

The reflection that greeted her in the bathroom mirror once she’d left Rick to make his own coffee was even worse than she’d realised. Her dark hair was a wild tangle on her head, as if she’d tossed and turned the whole night through, and the traces of yesterday’s make-up were smeared around her eyes, dark streaks contrasting harshly with the sickly pallor of her skin. Her clothes were creased and rucked up around her hips and bust, and she honestly looked like the walking dead, she thought. She tried to swallow her embarrassment, not allowing herself to think too long on the way Rick’s own dark curls were slicked neatly back from his clean-shaven face, his uniform perfectly pressed and clinging to the finely-muscled physique beneath. He was always so infuriatingly well put-together, which had an annoying tendency to highlight just how much of a mess she could be. Still, it hadn’t deterred him from extending the offer to pose as her lover in front of her family, so she supposed he must not judge her too harshly.

Fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed in clean clothes, Jess was climbing back into the passenger seat of Rick’s truck, reciting, at his insistence, the story they’d concocted about how they’d got together. They had the best part of a week to get the information down pat, but, she supposed, he was probably worried that it had all been lost in the blur of whiskey indulgence. In fact, she remembered it almost too easily, as if she’d laid awake on countless nights wishing that things had actually worked out that way before reminding herself that any relationship was really more risk than she wanted to open herself up to, let alone one with a coworker. Still, Rick shot her a proud look when she’d poured out every detail, nodding slowly as he rolled away from the kerb and started down the street.

“I think we might just pull this off.”

Jess sighed. “I really hope so.

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figmentrinzler · 9 months

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Why I relate to Mae Borowski and why Night In The Woods means so much to me, in neat bulleted form.

has a troubled past, primarily with depression and social anxiety

Mental health issue stems from a traumatic event

Traumatic experience in college - including spending months in the dorm room either barely eating or eating rather poorly

went for three semesters but eventually dropped out

is the only child, and a rainbow baby (past miscarriages)

the two parents worked and saved money to enable Mae to be the first member of the family to attend college. A lot of pressure to succeed.

Dad worked a blue-collar job (Stan worked coal, my dad worked Steel)

Mom does administrative work (Candy with the church, Mom being office manager for an insurance company)

Very close with grandfather

Grew up in a dying blue-collar town

Does have a soft side and can be seen comforting others

greatly loves and cares for her friends, and isn't afraid to express this.

has low confidence when it comes to her appearance and personality, but hates when friends badmouth themselves

Has a hard time talking to people, and sometimes says things in ways she doesn’t mean.

acts as an older sister towards younger friends (in her case, Lori)

hates beer

Musician (bass vs drums)

canonically confirmed as being pan (though for me only romantically and otherwise asexual)

has a difficult time adjusting to changes

Enjoys Halloween and still dresses up as an adult

And walking through a story about a character I relate to this much, coming back home and growing and changing due to circumstances that are way too weird to explain, re-establishing friendships... it feels like home.

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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

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cherthegoddess · 2 years

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Then There Was You- Chapter Six

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.6K+

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Chapter 6:

It had been two months since the cast and crew party and since Y/n finally admitted her feelings toward Tom to herself. Her feelings only grew for the man. The teasing from her friends actually dwindled since she talked to them about the situation. Tom and Y/n had become steadily closer, sometimes even hanging out together alone in his room. It was a struggle to not talk to anyone about liking Tom. To not tell anyone how her heart swelled anytime he called her, love or darling. Or when he laughed at something she said. It was already hard enough for her to admit it to herself, but admitting it to everyone else was going to be even harder. So she made a plan. Lori was coming to visit within the day and Micheal, Ryan, and she was planning to have a quick little lunch together. Y/n decided she would tell them then and hopefully convince them to seize on the teasing at least around Tom.

Y/n then focused back on the scene at hand. “I like being friends with you, Aliyah,” Ryan’s face looked down in disappointment. “I like being friends with you, too Willaim,” she said trying to hide her sadness. Their conversation pauses. “I have to go. See you tomorrow,” Ryan says in a rush and walks off the scene. In the scene Aliyah is hiding her emotions, she never thought that the movie would ever correlate with her life, but Ryan acted her feelings perfectly. “Cut! We might run through the scene a couple of more times after our lunch break! Great job people see you at 4!” Ryan C. said. Y/n talked to Ryan about some lighting changes they could make and moving the camera to a slightly different position. She watched as Tom talked to a few of the crew members, she could vaguely hear him ask about their families. He always seemed so genuinely invested in every conversation he had. He must’ve felt her eyes on him because he looked up and winked at her, then quickly got back in the conversation. She felt her heart flutter at the motion. She was a goner for sure.

When Y/n and Ryan’s conversation concluded, she went to go grab a bottle of water. Just as she grabbed one she felt a pair of hands cover her eyes. “Guess who?” said the person dragging out the o’s. Y/n almost exploded with excitement when she turned around. "LORIII my love. I missed you so much!” Y/n said hugging her friend. Lori and she had been friends since they were kids. Though she and the other girls were close, Lori and Y/n had been through it all, they were practically sisters. “I missed you too, sis! Now put your hand out,” Lori and Y/n had this tradition whenever they hadn’t seen each other they would do a handshake, and not just anyone it was the infamous Peter and Ned one. Y/n grinned at this, sticking her hand out to complete their handshake. She hadn’t noticed that Tom was watching with Ryan and Micheal until she heard his laugh. “Wait, isn’t that Peter and Ned’s handshake?” Micheal answered him with a laugh. “Yeah Lor and Y/n/n have been doing that ever since they saw Spiderman: Homecoming. They’re the biggest Marvel fans I know.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders and Lori went to introduce herself. “Tom! It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you and I’m a huge fan!” Lori hugged Tom. Tom hugged her back. “It’s wonderful to meet you as well. Y/n talks about your friendship often during our movie nights.” Lori raises an eyebrow at Y/n finally noticing the way she looks at him. “Movie nights, huh? I haven’t heard about these.” Before Y/n can say anything Ryan quickly jumps in, “And we’ve only been invited once to their little hangouts.” Y/n’s mouth gapes open, “It’s because you never say yes when we do invite you! We gave up asking like 5 weeks ago!” Tom laughs at the group, seeing how close they were. Micheal wraps his arms around Lori, “Well we have to run off to lunch before Y/n and Ryan have to get back to it! See you soon Tom.” The group says their goodbyes and Tom hugs Y/n after the majority leaves. Lori eyes the two in amusement.

The group is seated, settled, and took their round of pictures.

Lori asked a question after taking a sip of wine. “So, what’s the tea with you and Tom?” Y/n nearly choked on her own when she heard the question and the group laughed, Ryan, patting her back. Y/n clearing her throat and sitting up straighter. “I actually want to talk to guys about him. As you all heard earlier, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months but before that, the night of the cast and crew party. I, um, discovered something. I… Gosh, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. I think I like Tom.” The group looks at her and then at each other and laughs. “Thank god you’re finally admitting it to yourself, Y/n/n, and to us, but babe we been knew. Also Michael you owe me! I told you she would tell us this month!” Ryan puts her hand out. “Yeah, sis, Ryan, and Michael have been telling me all about your little crush since day one. I knew nothing about the bet though. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to tell us though. I know it's been hard for you to express your romantic feelings towards people.” The group nods their heads in agreement. “So what do you plan on doing about it?” Michael asks. Y/n puts her head in her hands and looks back up running her hands through her hair. “I don’t know Mike, I don’t even think he feels the same way. I think I just want to enjoy looking at him and spending time with him. I don’t want to ruin our friendship more than anything. And if our friendship is messed up filming will be too. I just-” Lori cuts her off, “Y/n/n, babe, you’re overthinking. Take a breath. It’s okay if you’re not ready yet. But Tom definitely likes you, from the posts I’ve seen and the little interaction that I’ve seen, he likes you. Enjoy your time with him and tell him about your feelings when you’re ready.” Y/n smiles are the group as they comforted her. “I love you, guys you’re all the best. But no more making bets on me or teasing. I’m talking about you Ryan.” Ryan laughs but takes Y/n’s feelings seriously promising not to do it again. The group is soon interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. Y/n grins when she sees, “I love Atlanta,” The group laughs at Y/n’s goofiness.

It was finally the end of the day and Y/n was exhausted from the day. They went through a couple of more scenes throughout the day. Even then she had to say to work on some things two hours later. She was glad to finally make it back to her room. Y/n kicked off her shoes and grumbled about what she was going to eat. Most things were closed at this time. There was then a knock on her door. She tiredly gets up off the chair she was almost comfortable in and opens it. There was Tom standing there with a bag of something that smelled amazing and a huge grin on his handsome face. She watched it fall when he glanced her over, there was a pang in her chest when a grown graced his face, she’d do anything to bring it back. So she smiles trying to push the tiredness off her face but her voice claims it instead. “Hey, Spider-boy what do you got there?” She winces when she hears her voice. “Y/n, darling, you look exhausted. I brought you some food because I figured you haven’t eaten yet. Go sit down and relax, I already warmed it up before I came I’ll get some plates.” Tom nudges her towards the bed. She obliges, giving up because she is so tired. She turns on Netflix and switches it to Supernatural a show the two had been watching together since she found out Tom had never seen it. About five minutes into the episode, Tom comes in with what looks to be two plates of fried rice and sesame chicken. Y/n perks up with excitement when she saw it. It looked to be from the place they tried a few weeks ago and she loved it. He hands her the plate and she practically breathes it in. “Tom you’re the absolute best, thank you so much. I owe you one,” she says with food in her mouth. Tom chuckles at her and grabs a napkin wiping the food off her face. She felt her face grow warm at the gesture. “It’s no problem, love. I’m just glad to be here with you. I don’t understand how you watch this show while you’re eating.” Y/n nudges his side shhing him to watch the show. They watch the show moving their plates aside when they were done. Y/n puts her head on Tom’s shoulder slowly starting to doze off. When he notices, he wraps the blanket around her slowly getting up to leave, and maybe her tiredness gets the better of her but she asks him to stay. And he does.

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