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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 | 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Y/N is leaving work from Slough House rather late one evening and passes River's office to find him still sitting at his desk. She persuades him to not be so uptight & to come have a drink with her at the pub. She learns a bit more about him that night - including the fact that River Cartwright is a massive lightweight.

𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨: she/her pronouns used, some dialogue in this fic is from slow horses season one, mentions of sexualization/slut shaming, fluff, river being a precious baby. in a world of boys, river cartwright is a gentleman.

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: this is a work of fiction; any names, characters from slow horses, places & incidents will either be a product of my imagination or used fictionally (5.8k words)

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Y/N sighed heavily as she finally managed to shut her computer down for the day, feeling the strain in her shoulders. She rubbed her temples, squinting tiredly as she began gathering all of her belongings together. She had opted in staying back a couple of hours to complete some paperwork, wanting to ensure that Catherine wouldn't be burdened with it in the morning. She switched off the lamp on her desk before making her way out of the office she shared with Louisa.

On her way out of the building, a faint glow caught her attention, causing her to stop in her tracks. Intrigued, she followed the light down the hallway that led to River and Sid's shared office.

She had initially assumed that she was the last one in the building, yet she was proven wrong when she peeked through the glass window and spotted River sat at his desk, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen.

He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and a discernible frown etched on his face as he remained absorbed in whatever was on his computer. The black earphones that were placed in his ears suggested to her that he was engrossed in watching something.

His tousled blonde hair fell over his forehead, and in the faint lighting, his normally bright blue eyes appeared darker and wearier than usual. Y/N couldn't help but notice the fatigue evident in his slow blinks as his attention remained fixed on the glowing screen in front of him.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she moved towards the door. Leaning against the frame, she took a moment to watch him, wondering if he would notice her presence eventually. Unsurprisingly, he remained completely oblivious, engrossed in whatever he was watching.

Biting her lip, Y/N’s eyes quickly scanned around the room before grabbing a book from a nearby shelf. With another quick glance at him and a mischievous smile, she slammed the book down on the table near the door, creating a harsh noise that cut through the silence.

The abrupt sound drew River's attention like a magnet, his eyes snapping up from the computer screen. Despite the initial harshness, his gaze softened slightly once he spotted her in standing in the doorway.

“Fuck,” He sighed, reaching up to take his earphones out.

Y/N tried to suppress a giggle as she held her hands up in defence.

"Sorry," She apologised, taking in his slightly dishevelled state. "What are you still doing here?"

He met her gaze, taking in a deep breath in. "Just... sorting through some stuff."

“Such as?” She questioned, crossing her arms and giving him a skeptical look.

"None of your business," He shot back, a hint of sarcasm underlying in his voice.

She rolled her eyes at him before pushing herself off the door frame, sauntering over to where he sat at his desk. River rubbed his hands over his face, attempting to massage away the aches as he sensed her starting to make her way over to him.

“Seriously though, it’s 8:00pm,” She remarked, scrunching her eyebrows as she stood next to him. She leant back against his desk as she faced him. “I thought Lamb was the only one who practically lives here. Don’t you have a home to go to?”

He let out a small, sarcastic and dry laugh, leaning back in his chair to face her. “Says the one who is literally sitting on my desk. You should ask yourself the same thing.”

“God, you’re hard work,” She sighed, throwing her head back in annoyance.

“All right,” He sighed, shooting her a look that she couldn't quite place. “What’s your excuse for being here after hours, then?”

She crossed her arms as she spoke, “I finished up some extra paperwork from today so Catherine wouldn’t be swamped with it in the morning.”

“Wow,” River drawled out, fiddling with his earphones, “What do you want? A medal? Pat on the back?”

She groaned at his teasing. “You know what? I would settle for anything other than that contemptuous look you always have on your face.”

His face scrunched up as he squinted at her. “That’s a big word, Y/N. You sure you know what that means?”

She shook her head at him, sighing in defeat after attempting to lighten his mood.

“God, lighten up, Cartwright,” She quipped, reaching out to playfully tap her hand against his leg, “This whole 'I hate the world' attitude you’ve got going on is really starting to piss me off.”

“Well, any time you wanna leave, feel very free,” He joked, gesturing towards the door while still holding a straight face. “You know the way out.”

She shot him a pointed look, shaking her head as he raised his eyebrows at her.

“What? You planning on staying here all night?” He asked, challenging her.

“Nope, I give up,” She scoffed while standing up properly and began making her way towards the door. “I might go for a drink somewhere.”

River swivelled on his office chair, raising his eyebrows slightly as he nodded.

“Thanks for the invite,” He muttered, a hint of disappointed in his tone.

She rolled her eyes at him as she turned back on her heels to glance at him, “This is me inviting you, idiot.”

His eyes shot up at her words, making him tilt his head in surprise. He tried to act like he wasn’t flattered by the request and maintained a carefree expression in hopes she wouldn’t notice.

“You know what? I think I would rather sit here in the dark all night, thanks all the same,” He countered, pulling himself closer to the desk and picking up his earphones.

“River Cartwright, ladies and gentlemen,” Y/N mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “Hard working MI5 agent but always the prude.”

He crossed his arms at her and raised his eyebrows, “A prude? I am not.”

“Oh, you’re not?” She questioned, walking back up to his desk and leaning over it from the front, maintaining eye contact with him. Her eyes took him in as she tapped her fingers on the desk. “Then prove it.”

He held eye contact with her as he inhaled deeply, trying to refrain from letting his gaze wander up her body.

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The two of them left Slough House, making their way a few minutes down the road to her favourite pub. She crossed her arms over her chest as River walked alongside her with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his corduroy jacket.

As she walked beside him, she glanced up at River as he managed to catch her eye.

"What?" He inquired, his face deadpan.

She shook her head as a small smile slowly creeped onto her lips. "Didn't think you would actually come."

"Yeah, well," He was quick to respond, "Maybe that’s because I'm not actually a prude."

She shrugged playfully, "Could have fooled me."

"You're unbelievable," He groaned, looking down at the cobblestone path beneath their feet as he shook his head.

“You love it when I’m hard on you,” A chuckle escaped her as she bumped her arm against his. She briskly rubbed her hands together, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that lingered the air around them.

After strolling for a few more minutes, they finally reached the pub, the welcoming glow drawing them in. River stepped in front of her, gracefully swinging the door open and gesturing for her to step inside before him.

"Thank you," She breathed out, revelling in the comforting warmth that enveloped her as they entered, the gentle sound of conversation buzzing around them.

River took in the ambiance of the place to where she had brought him and sidled up beside her as they approached the bar. She watched as he glanced over her shoulder and leaned down slightly so she could hear him over the chatter, “What would you like?"

She was caught off guard and opened her mouth in surprise. "Oh, you're buying me a drink?"

He nonchalantly nodded, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. "Yeah. What, would you rather I didn't?"

She chuckled, "Hey, no complaints here. I'll have a beer, please."

River shot her a playful glance, eyebrows raised as he tapped his fingers on the marble counter. "Wow, you're cheap."

Feigning offense, she gasped and playfully slapped his arm while shooting him a pointed look. He scoffed, rubbing his bicep for a moment as he glanced around. "Want to find a table? I'll bring the drinks over."

"Alright," She nodded, gracefully moving away as her eyes scanned the pub.

She soon spotted a snug corner table nestled towards the back of the pub and made her way over there. Taking a seat, she placed her bag beside her on the floor. As she settled into the chair, she let out a content sigh, not being able to resist stealing a glance over at River, who still lingered at the bar.

A subtle smile played on her lips as she watched him. His tall figure leaned casually against the bar, and she couldn't deny the particular kind of allure about his presence. Unbeknownst to River, his attractive good looks were well-known among those in the service. Despite his inclination to act as if the world were perpetually against him, she couldn't help but acknowledge the undeniable charm he possessed.

She reached for the hair tie around her wrist, skilfully securing her hair into a casual half-up, half-down style just as River approached the table with their drinks. Glancing up at him, she found him holding a beer in one hand and a whiskey in the other.

"Of course, you’re a whiskey drinker, how original," Y/N teased, her eyes bright with amusement as he set the glasses down on the table.

River let out a sigh, "You’ve always got something to say, don't you? Give me a break."

She chuckled and thanked him as he placed down her drink. However, as he set it on the table, she couldn't help but notice his hand – red and showing signs of a recent burn. Her eyes widened, a tinge of concern in her voice as she looked up at him, "What happened to your hand?"

He closed his eyes momentarily, a slight groan escaping his lips. He had attempted to keep his injured hand discreetly tucked away in his pocket, but it seemed he was now unable to let it escape her notice.

"Nothing, just," He began, then stalled for a second as he settled into the chair across from her, scrambling for a quick excuse, "Burned it on a grill."

Her head tilted inquisitively, and she shot him a pointed look, "Yeah right. So, are you going to tell me what actually happened?"

He let out a heavy sigh, his long fingers wrapped around his glass, deliberately avoiding eye contact. He could feel her gaze burning through him, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

After a brief moment of silence, he noticed her extend her hand, a silent request for him to reveal his injured hand that he was still trying to hide. He met her expectant gaze with a sigh and a sense of defeat as he reluctantly extended his hand towards her. With a gentle motion, she cradled his hand in both of hers, taking notice of the subtle tremor that seemed to steady in her grasp. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself softly at the size difference between her delicate hands and his own.

As she studied his hand with a caution, he found himself completely captivated by her focused attention. Strands of her hair fell over her face, framing a look of concentration. His eyes remained fixed on her while she examined his hand.

"Did it hurt?" She asked, her tone careful.

He felt her fingers tracing patterns on the skin of his palm, causing him to lose his train of thought for a second.

"No. Well, yeah, a bit," He admitted, with a sheepish glance.

She nodded, letting go of his hand to reach for her drink. "Yeah, I guess opening a flash box without the code will do that."

A quizzical look crossed his face as he glanced at her. "I never told you that."

"You didn't have to," She responded, taking a sip of her beer.

River scoffed softly, shaking his head. It seemed as though she had him all figured out.

"Why would you even do that? You are many things, but I didn't think you were stupid," She teased, arching her eyebrows as he met her gaze again.

"It's nothing to worry about," He dismissed, waving her off as he took another sip of his whiskey.

Y/N observed him for a moment, her gaze following the amber liquid as it passed his lips.

"What was in the box?" She couldn't resist asking.

River sighed, briefly glancing behind her before answering, "A laptop. With files taken from Robert Hobden."

She nodded knowingly, "Do The Park know that you opened a flash box?"

"No," He briskly shook his head, "And they aren't going to find out, are they?"

She shook her head in response, a silent confirmation of her discretion. He appreciated the unspoken trust they seemed to share between them.

"Was it worth opening a flash box over?" She teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

"Stop interrogating me, okay? Can we just not talk about it right now?" River redirected, tapping his glass with his pointer finger. "I thought you dragged me here to get away from work."

"I didn't drag you here," She chuckled. "And if you feel trapped here, you know the way out," a hint of jest in her voice as she playfully repeated his words from Slough House earlier.

He huffed at her, "Touché."

"I'll drop it," Y/N promised, lifting her glass again. "But you know I'll grill you about it later."

He nodded, letting out a scoff at the pun she managed to slip in. "Oh, I know you will."

They settled into a comfortable silence for a minute, during which River studied her again. Sensing his gaze, she looked across at him quizzically before asking, "What?"

Biting his lip, he contemplated the question that nagged at him in the back of his mind. Deciding to bite the bullet, he took a short breath in, leaning against the table on his elbows as he crossed his arms. "Why are you here, Y/N?"

She shot him a confused look, "Uhm-"

"Not at the pub," He corrected himself in a teasing manner, "At Slough House."

She sighed, "I thought Slough House was like prison. You're not supposed to ask what you're in for."

He sensed her attempt to sidestep the question, but it didn't seem to stop him. His curiosity got the better of him and he couldn’t deny the subtle soft spot he harboured for her, something in which he often struggled to hide.

"Well, you know why I'm there," River stated.

"Yeah, but everyone knows why you're there," Y/N countered with a smile.

She laughed as he rolled his eyes, "I was gonna give you a compliment, but you can shove it now," He said, looking unamused.

"Suit yourself," She smiled, finding amusement in how easily she could tease him, "I get enough flattery from everyone else."

"But that's what I mean," River said softly, "Everyone can see that you're different. Because you are."

She glanced up at him, a gentle smile gracing her lips before she looked down again, avoiding his intense gaze.

"I mean," He continued, breaking the intensity of his gaze, "Min, Struan, Roddy—maybe not Louisa, but definitely Moody. They were always headed for the skids. They're useless. But you're…"

She looked up at him again as his words trailed off, and they shared a momentary glance, one with an unspoken meaning as River continued to speak.

"You know," He breathed, shaking his head slightly, "It just doesn't make sense. But whatever the reason for being put in Slough House, it must have come out of nowhere, right?"

She chuckled softly, taking a swig of her drink, "Always the MI5 agent, hey?"

"Sorry," He apologized, backtracking, "I'm just letting my thoughts do the talking. You don't have to tell me. It's your business."

"No, it's okay," Y/N smiled, but he watched it quickly fade as her mind ticked over. "Yeah, it did come out of nowhere."

She took a deep breath before continuing, "I was put in Slough House because of a rumour about me, that wasn't even true, got spread around at The Park."

"What kind of rumour?" River asked, dumbfounded.

"Wow," She expressed surprise, "I'm surprised you haven't heard about it already."

He gestured for her to continue, giving her his full attention.

"Someone came onto me, rather forcefully, one day at the office. And because I turned him down, it hurt his feelings. He couldn't accept it, so the next day, he went around to all of his mates at the office, telling them that I was a slut and that I basically begged him for it. His mates then proceeded to tell everyone at Regents Park, which marked me down massively. No one would even look at me after that. And because everyone took his word as gospel, I was shipped out to Slough House," Y/N explained, her emotions surfacing as she spoke the truth she had tried to bottle up for so long.

River was shocked to his core. The revelation left him not only astonished but also infuriated at how someone could do that to someone as honest and kind-hearted as her.

"I’m so sorry," He consoled.

She shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to downplay the impact, but he could sense that it bothered her deeply. Understandably so.

"I heard you worked at The Park," He said, before pressing further, "Was it anyone I know?"

Y/N stayed silent for a moment before nodding, releasing a sigh, "It was Webb."

River raised his eyebrows before scrunching them together in a frown, "Spider?!"

"Yep," She replied curtly, downing the rest of her drink.

He scoffed in disbelief, finding yet another reason to dislike James Webb. "What a dickhead. How is it that he is able to get away with something like that? It's bullshit."

She nodded, "Yeah, it was shitty. But I got my revenge on him."

He shot her a pointed look, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not usually the petty type..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced down at the table.

"Oh, come on," River encouraged her, "What did you do?"

Biting her lip, she tried to hide her smile, "On my last day at The Park, I broke into his office while he was at a meeting and went through his computer. I wasn't even looking for anything in particular. But then I found some rather revealing pictures he had of himself. So, being as pissed off as I was at the time, I sent them as an email to everyone in the building. I did it in a way that no one could trace it back to me."

River couldn't stop himself from bursting into laughter, hastily covering his mouth as he began to worry he was making too much noise.

"That is priceless," He chuckled, "Who is dumb enough to even have photos like that when working in the service? Let alone on your work computer."

"Clearly Spider," She grinned, propping her chin onto her palm.

River's laughter eventually subsided, but his smile remained, "So he never found out?"

She shook her head, "Nope. But I'm sure he won't forget it anytime soon."

"I saw him today while dropping something off at The Park," He said, thinking out loud, "I should have knocked his lights out."

"Can't change anything now," She said, "Just gotta keep moving forward."

He glanced at her, shooting her a sympathetic but genuine smile.

His chair scraped across the wooden floor as he stood up to go and get another drink, "You're one of the good ones, Y/N L/N," River smiled, tapping her shoulder as he walked past her and made his way over to the bar.

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A couple of hours had drifted by since Y/N and River had first stepped into the pub. Conversation flowed between them quite effortlessly as they both enjoyed the opportunity to unwind outside the confines of Slough House. Y/N decided to grab another drink after her first initial one, opting to nurse the second glass River had kindly bought for her. She observed him from across the table as he indulged in several glasses of whiskey.

She furrowed her brows, finding it quite amusing to witness his demeanour shift from serious to carefree within the span of just a couple of hours.

"You gonna finish that?" River mumbled, eyeing her half-empty glass. Without waiting for her response, he quickly snatched her glass from the table and downed the remaining liquid in one gulp.

She watched him with wide eyes, shaking her head at his audacity. Leaning forward on her elbows, she tapped her finger against the silver watch on his wrist that caught the light, quickly managing to glance at the time herself. "It's late!"

"What? Tired, are you?" River asked, tilting his head at her.

"You should be," She retorted, "It's a school night."

He groaned at her words, screwing his eyes shut at the thought of having to get up for work tomorrow morning while nursing a potential hangover.

She leaned over the table, concern etched on her face. "I think you've had enough, River."

His head suddenly shot up at the use of his name. He narrowed his gaze towards her cheekily before also leaning over the table, mirroring her actions. His eyes very obviously trailed over every inch of her face as he studied her features.

"You never call me River," He whispered, his voice low, unaware of the subtle hitch in her breath caused by the close proximity of their faces.

She shook her head, her reply soft, "I never call anyone River."

"Yeah well," He cleared his throat, "You can thank my mother; it was her hippie phase."

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as an unfamiliar feeling of warmth washed over her. It felt strange to her to witness River in such a drunken state, considering his usual serious demeanour that he held. She took in the blue of his eyes, the scruff of his beard, the way his hair fell over his forehead—absorbing every detail possible.

He glanced around, taking notice of the nearly empty bar they still sat in before mumbling, "I reckon we should go."

"Good call," She agreed, standing up and pulling her coat back on.

As she grabbed her bag, she watched River skeptically as he slowly rose to his feet. He tapped his jacket a few times, feeling to make sure he still had his keys and his wallet.

The two quietly made their way out of the pub, the cool night air hitting them instantly as they stepped out onto the quiet streets of London. Y/N stood beside River, casting a sidelong glance at him, unable to shake the amusement present from her expression.

"So, reckon you’ll be fine to get home?" She teased him.

He glanced down at her from his tall height as he towered over her, nodding as he swayed on his feet slightly. "Yeah."

"Okay," She smiled up at him, "Thanks for tonight, I'll see you tom-"

But he was quick to cut her off, "Walk with me?"

"Huh?" She questioned him, pulling on her coat tighter around her frame as she craned her neck to look up at him.

River chuckled slightly as he casually shrugged his shoulders. "I wanna keep talking to you, so will you walk home with me?"

Y/N narrowed her gaze at him, reminding herself of the fact that he had managed to drink a whole lot more than her tonight. Without stopping to give it much thought, she found herself nodding and shot him a smile. "Alright, fine."

While they started walking together, side by side, down the street, River stumbled a bit, causing Y/N to reach out and grab his arm in order to steady him. "Easy there, Cartwright. Don't want you face-planting on the pavement."

"I've got it under control," River assured her, though the grin on his face betrayed a different story.

As they continued walking, she could feel him subtly starting to lean against her small frame slightly. His head was spinning, and to him it felt like he was floating due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed. She stole another glance at him, observing the longer strides he took compared to what he usually would. There was a peculiar bounce in his step, and the usual frown that often adorned his face was long gone which amused her with every passing minute.

"How is it that I'm smaller than you but can hold my alcohol better than you can?" Y/N teased him, leaning against him slightly as the wind crept past them.

"Shut up," He breathed, while shaking his head and licking his lips.

Before long, they arrived at a set of apartments. She stopped in her tracks, watching as River walked ahead of her, towards a flight of stairs. It was only a couple of seconds before he noticed she was no longer following him. He turned around slowly, gesturing towards her with a confused look on his face.

"You coming?" River asked, tucking his hands further into the pockets of his jacket.

She curled her lips into her teeth, contemplating for a moment before she gave in, starting to follow him up the stairs which led to his apartment. He had slowed his pace down on the steps in front of her as he waited for her to catch up with him.

Once he had felt her place her hands onto his back, he sensed the warmth through the material of his jacket. She carefully guided him up the stairs, her presence a reassuring anchor until he stopped in front of his apartment door. He reached for his keys and fumbled with them, struggling to keep his eyes focused.

Y/N eyed him warily, observing the effects the alcohol had on his coordination. "Hey," She stepped closer to him, and spoke softly, "Give me those."

He chuckled, giving up almost instantly and passed her his keys. They stood close together, their fingers brushing against each other as she grabbed the keys from his hand.

"Which one is it?" She asked, glancing up at him with expectant eyes.

River leaned his head against the brick wall in front of him, turning slightly to look down at his keys before pointing to the right one. "That one."

She chuckled at him, biting her lip in concentration as she unlocked his front door. She could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of her head, yet she tried to ignore it. As the door creaked open, she held it open for him, maintaining a watchful eye as he stumbled through his entryway.

His studio apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow revealing the lived-in but tidy space he occupied.

"Alright, Cartwright," She teased, handing him back his keys. "Get some rest and maybe lay off the whiskey next time."

River chuckled, giving her a nod of agreement. "Thanks, Y/N. And thanks for walking with me."

Y/N smiled with a genuine warmth in her eyes. "Well, you did buy me a drink. Consider it payback."

He stared down at her intently as he came to stand in front of her. He drew in a few deep breaths, the sound filling the silence that enveloped his apartment. River narrowed his eyes gently at her as a sheepish grin tugged it way onto his lips.

“What are you looking at?” She asked him, feeling a warmth beginning to appear across her cheeks.

With a nonchalant shrug, he maintained his silence as he simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

Y/N knew she should take her leave, but there was something about him that made her want to stay. He didn’t seem to mind as he tripped over the mat, and he kicked his shoes off. He managed to shrug off his jacket as he made his way over to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Deciding to stay, she placed her bag beside the lounge as she let her eyes wander around curiously, absorbing the surprisingly cozy charm of his apartment. The warmth enveloped her, leaving her torn between the sensible impulse to leave and the pull she was feeling that made her want to stay a little while longer.

River emerged from the bathroom, keeping quiet as he sauntered his way to his bed. As he settled down onto the edge of the mattress, he couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh, a release of tension he seemed unaware of carrying. Y/N approached him slowly, as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat, her gaze fixed on him.

“You alright?” She asked him, taking notice of the slump of his shoulders and the frown on his face that had managed to return.

There was a brief silence that lingered before she pressed on, concern evident in her voice, “What’s up? Hmm?”

She swore she could hear him sniffle slightly and watched as River reached up to run his hands over his face. He soon lifted his head to meet her gaze, shaking his head, a look of weariness etched across his features.

“I just…” He sighed, deliberately trying to hold back, leaving an unspoken weight lingering in the air.

Y/N found herself witnessing a side of him she never would have anticipated – vulnerable, burdened by the weight of emotions he desperately tried to hide. . Without hesitation, she extended a comforting hand, placing it gently on his shoulder. "You can talk to me, you know?" She reassured, offering him with a supportive presence.

River sighed, his gaze remaining heavy and fixed on the floor. "I just want to be actually useful, Y/N. Do something, I mean – I could not be more bored if I tried, and I have actually tried. It feels like I’m drowning there in Slough House."

She listened attentively, allowing him the space to voice the thoughts he'd been holding back. It was clear to Y/N in that moment that opening up like this wasn't something he was accustomed to. He had a perpetual need to prove himself, a persistent desperation that echoed in his words. The weight of expectations seemed to be wearing him down, and the vulnerability he displayed was both unfamiliar and exhausting for someone who typically guarded his thoughts so closely.

“I just feel like a failure, and it’s all my fault,” River murmured, completely defeated, his frustration evident as he began to rub at his eyes with his knuckles.

A brief silence hung in the air before Y/N gently placed both of her hands on his shoulders. "River," She whispered into the quiet, watching as he glanced up at her from where he sat in front of her.

She offered a soft smile once their eyes met. "When was the last time you had a hug?"

He looked away for a moment, genuinely trying to recall the last time he embraced someone. What shocked him was the realization that he genuinely couldn't remember the last time he had been hugged.

“I don’t know,” He mumbled, shaking his head.

Y/N frowned, taking a tentative step closer, as if testing the waters. “Can I hug you?” She whispered.

River nodded, with the word "Please" escaping his lips, quiet and hushed.

Without any hesitation, Y/N stepped forward, closing the gap between them and positioning herself between his legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him into a comforting embrace. At first River was initially unsure, but gradually surrendered to the solace of the moment, reciprocating by enveloping her in his arms. His head found a resting place against her stomach, and a contented exhale escaped him as he felt her nails tracing patterns on his back through the fabric of his shirt.

Her perfume acted as a subtle anchor, which grounded him, preventing him from falling apart completely. They lingered in their embrace, the gentle swaying of their bodies providing a soothing rhythm.

“Hey,” She whispered, her hands tracing up the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her, “You’re not a failure, I promise.”

River, too tired and fatigued to muster any words, flashed her a lazy smile as his eyes started to grow heavy. Resting his chin against her stomach, he glanced up at her. The effort to stay awake was a struggle for him, and her thumbs, rubbing soothing circles into his cheeks, only added to the struggle he faced.

“I think I need to sleep,” He mumbled, burying his face against the fabric of her shirt again, savouring the warmth of the hug for a few more precious seconds.

Reluctantly, he pulled away and settled back against the mattress. Y/N observed him, grateful that he was home safely.

"You need anything before I leave?" Y/N offered, lingering near the end of the bed, her gaze briefly caught by the city lights beyond his window.

One of his eyes opened, heavy with drowsiness, as he glanced at her from where he laid. It didn’t take long before he spoke up.

“Stay for a bit?” He asked, his voice sounding small and muffled against the pillows.

Without hesitation, she nodded towards him, slipping off her shoes and coat. Her body dipped against the mattress as she crawled up to the top, leaning against the headboard of his bed. To her surprise, she felt River shift closer, lifting his head to glance at her for a moment.

“Is this okay?” He asked, a vulnerable note in his voice that made her heart surge.

She nodded, motioning for him to come closer. River slumped down beside her, allowing her to hold him. Grabbing a blanket from the end of his bed, she draped it over the top of them. With an arm wrapped gently around his shoulders, she began playing with his soft, blonde hair.

“That feels good,” He hummed in content, draping an arm across her torso. The sensation of being held felt overwhelming to him, but in all the right ways.

As River slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber, Y/N felt his body starting to become heavier against her. In the quiet of his room, the city lights outside casting a gentle glow across his apartment, she continued to hold him, providing the comfort he needed in that vulnerable moment.

©𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙎𝙉𝙄𝘿

5801 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

#jack lowden #jack lowden x reader #river cartwright #river cartwright x reader #river x reader #slow horses fanfiction #river cartwright imagine #apple tv #slow horses #jack lowden imagine #jack lowden imagines

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15-lizards · 4 months

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Do you have any fancasts for Aegon V, his siblings and parents?

Save me Harry Gilby as Egg save me…he’s got the face for the most special coolest most interesting awesome Aegon ever I think. I like his features they’re angular but still soft, his face is just very Kind which is imperative to any Egg fancast. Also im sure he can pull off blond (or bald)

Now take Clive Standen and just imagine really hard that he’s blond in these pictures. Now see the Maekar vision. If you’ve seen Vikings he’s just the perfect guy to play an harsh, impatient asshole who’s still grieving the death of his brother 😋

Shelley Conn as Dyanna Dayne. Due to Mother of an Important Man disease in ASOIAF, which has a 75 percent mortality rate, we know nothing ab her so I can’t really say anything ab her but Shelly Conn pretty 💜

Jack Lowden as Daeron the Drunken bc he has the eyes that only depressed men with terrible and true dragon dreams have. He’s good at playing a charming mess just watch 2016 War & Peace if you don’t believe me

And Cody Fern as everyone’s favorite messy queen, Aerion Brightflame simply bc I think he has a good Targaryen look also he just has something crazy in his eyes that only targs who think they can turn into dragons have

#asoiaf #woah I kinda cooked here

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suncalls · 1 year

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imagine looking at jack lowden and not seeing nikolai all over his face.

#couldn't be me #he has such nikolai energy #don't fight me i'll win #☼ — out of the light. ( ooc )#tbd.

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mrchalamet-mrstyles · 1 year

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How about something with Saoirse or Flo? Or did Saoirse have a boyfriend?

I never really saw much with him being shipped with Saoirse in any real way. She's been dating Jack Lowden for years now so I think that helped keep fans a little calmer lol. But tbh, they never really gave off anything but sibling vibes at best to me 🤷‍♀️ As for Flo- I don't think anyone imagines they had that type of chemistry offscreen.

And when it came to Lily- she was so hated for the fact they were actually together that it was bad all around.

#timothée chalamet

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AUTUMN STROLL ━ JACK LOWDEN.

AUTUMN STROLL.

━ The one where Jack and Y/N go for a stroll in the Autumn season. (Gif belongs to it's rightful owner!)

You had always loved the fall. Ever since you were mere a toddler, walking your first steps in a pair of wellington boots that were too big for you small feet, you had fell in love with the colours of the leaves that fell from the trees, the chilly weather that allowed you to wear big woolly jumpers and multiple layers, the season where it was perfectly acceptable to drink hot chocolate every day; you loved it all.

And your love had only grown for the season after you met Jack. It was Autumn when you first met him, the leaves had only just began to turn varying shades of browns, oranges and yellows, the weather growing considerably colder with each day that went by. You were dressed in a jumper that was far too big for your body, with thick leggings and boots, a hat, scarf, and gloves to complete the look. London was cold, a bitter chill that had you craving warmth as you walked along it's streets. You were too busy looking down at your shoes to notice where you were heading, or who you were heading into. Another pair of feet had landed into your vision just as you had bumped into a body that sent you hurling to the ground and landing on your ass.

That would be bruised in the morning, you thought just as a voice began to speak. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry. A didn't see yer there!" A hand was thrusted into your face, and you blinked at the rather large body part, dazed as to what was happening. "Ere, let me help ya."

You took the hand that was outstretched, allowing it to pull you up from your position off the damp ground. The voice apologised again, and you realised it held a Scottish accent as you dusted yourself off, still not yet looking up at the owner of the voice. "A really am sorry, you're not hurt anywhere are you love?"

That's when you glanced up at the person, just about to tell him that no, you hadn't hurt yourself, and he really didn't have anything to apologise for (you were the one not looking where you were going after all), but the words had died in your throat once you looked up and caught sight of the man you had ran into.

Good God, you couldn't help but think as soon as you caught his eyes. This man was beautiful. Quite literally stunning, he was. He had blonde hair, and the Autumn sun that shone down on it made it look golden. His eyes were a rich blue, and by God, they were possibly the nicest colour you had ever seen. You never wanted to stop looking into them, you had decided in that moment, and you never wanted to stop looking at him.

How was it legal for one man to be so bloody attractive?

You had been quickly broken from your trance after he had asked you again if you were okay. You found your words after a moment, and told him that you were indeed okay, and apologised for running into him. He smiled at you, and shook his head. "You don't have to say sorry, love. It gave me an excuse to talk to you didn't it?"

You had grinned then. This man was ready for stealing your heart.

After that, the rest was history. He had told you his name was Jack, and that he was pleased to meet you and he loved your name after you had given him it. You blushed and told him thank you, he had a nice name too. He had then asked you if you'd like to grab a quick coffee at the cafe across the street. You of course said yes.

Now it was almost two years later, and your love for Autumn had grown immensely. Not only was it so pretty, and you loved the colours and weather and festivities, but it was the season you had met Jack, the love of your life (you were sure of it). You had never thought you could be so happy with someone, but Jack brought you joy from the very first day. He was kind, a cocky little bugger at times, he was funny, he was lovely, he was everything you could have ever wished for in a boyfriend. Your family absolutely adored him too, as well as your friends. He had changed your life, all for the better. You quite literally loved him with everything you had.

"Isn't it so pretty?" You murmured into the skin of his shoulder one morning, as you both lay in bed, watching the sun set from your bedroom window, the light shining onto the tree that was situated just by your shared flat, the Autumnal colours making you smile.

"Aye," Jack said back, pressing a soft kiss onto the top of your head as it lay on his chest. "Not nearly as pretty as you though." He grinned and you rolled your eyes, hiding your face into his neck as he chuckled at your reaction. "Wha? I'm being nice!"

"You're being cheesy," you snorted. Jack's hand travelled down to your waist, and you squealed as he grabbed at your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. In return, you blew a raspberry into his neck, causing his head to jolt away from yours as he made a noise of protest against your attack.

"Fu' off!" He mumbled as laughter tumbled from your lips, your hand moving to cover your mouth as you giggled. Jack sat up in the bed, glaring playfully down at you as he shook his head. "You're a right little madam you are, don't know wha' I ever saw in you." He teased, long fingers dancing across your belly as your stomach lay exposed from your shared actions the night before. You tried to catch your breath when you slapped his hand away, watching as he stood from the bed and you shielded yourself with the covers. "I'm making coffee, if you want one, get your ass up. We're going out soon."

"Out?" You repeated as you peeked your head up from under the covers to watch him throw on your dressing gown. "Out where?"

He grinned at you. "You'll see."

You and Jack were wrapped up warm in multiple layers as you walked along the streets of London. It was a relatively quiet day in town, being only a Wednesday, but Jack still gripped your hand as if someone would come along and sweep you away from him in the crowd. You didn't mind of course, having lost your gloves, Jack's warm hands were a great substitute of keeping yours warm. Your neck was swallowed in the scarf you were wearing, and your winter coat swallowed your figure. Jack wore a hat that you had gotten him only a few days before, a dark grey colour with a black bobble at the top. You thought he looked adorable in it, and he did too. As well as his thick bomber jacket and dark jeans and boots, he looked rather dashing.

"I told you it was pretty out," you said as you pointed towards the tall trees across the street. With the sky a light blue, the city of London really did look a nice sight. Jack looked down at you with a soft smile, swinging your hands in between your bodies as you walked. "It's almost exactly like the day we met. Do you remember?"

"A course I remember!" Jack exclaimed, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you in close, squishing your body against his own as he pressed a sloppy kiss onto your forehead. Your nose crinkled at the loud 'mwah' sound that came from the action, and you looked up at him with your eyes narrowed playfully. "You really did fall for me from day one, didn't ya love?" He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but grin. "You're a cheeky get, you know that?" You asked rhetorically, wrapping your own arm around Jack's waist and squeezing him tight.

"I may be a cheeky get love, but I'm your cheeky get," he retorted quickly. You smiled as your heart swelled in your chest. God, you really did love this man. And looking up at him, in that moment, the sun making his hair look golden, the bitter wind turning his cheeks a flushed red, the Autumn lights mirroring in his bright blue eyes, a wide smile on his lips as he looked down at you, you never felt so in love.

"Yeah," you agreed softly, laying your head on his chest. "You are my cheeky get, you get."

#jack lowden #jack lowden imagine #jack lowden imagines #jack lowden x reader #jack lowden x yn #jack imagine #autumn #cute #my writing #dunkirk cast

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Somewhere Only We Know - Chapter 16

Chapter 15* Playlist * Masterlist

Word Count: 1,900

Warnings: n/a

Tag: @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff, @maiden-of-gondor @crayonwriting @la-fille-en-aiguilles (let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

A/N: Okay, so this isn’t a particularly eventful chapter but I had to do some characterization for Y/N and her mother. Ya know, I want to set some nice things up for the chapters to come! Sorry for the break between updates, life is wild sometimes.

April 1944

The guilt that consumed Y/N for the next few days was worse than she could have imagined, seeping from her mind into her body, coursing through her veins. She was sore and tired and regretting every choice she’d made since Collins left the few years before. Her life now was so different, and while she was frolicking around Europe, entertaining crowds, he was in pain, much to her ignorance. Had he told her earlier maybe she wouldn’t feel so bad. But this wasn’t his fault. She’d kept him in the dark, and as she penned draft after draft of what to write back to the man she loved, it became harder and harder for her to find the right words to make everything okay.

Would he be angry if she was honest? Most likely not. But it was her own mind that would make her regret what she’d done, and it already had begun to. Even if he did get upset she had kept her life from him, it was nothing compared to what she was currently doing for herself. Sleep evaded her, she nursed saltine crackers and black tea, as she had no appetite or motivation to prepare food for herself.

When she woke up one morning, her face pressed against a blank piece of paper, a pen loose in her grip as she surveyed the crumpled-up letters she’d attempted the night before, it was the rare sunlight streaming through the curtains in her living room that pulled her briefly out of the tent of self-hatred she’d set up for herself. At least for a moment, she needed to talk to someone else about this. But the only person available, who could possibly give her any proper advice, was the last person she wanted to go to.

Straightening her dress after she’d quickly showered and gotten ready for the day, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. Y/N hadn’t put any effort into making herself look nice, she hadn’t even dried her hair or put on makeup, so she knew she was quite the sight.

It didn’t take long for her to get an answer. Diana opened the door, donned in an apron, her hair impeccably styled away from her face, contrasting with her tired and frumpy-looking daughter. The house smelled amazing, which Y/N had become accustomed to growing up. Y/N wasn’t much of a chef herself, and her appetite suddenly came back with a vengeance at the smell of her mother’s cooking.

“Dear Lord, what the hell happened to you?” her mother asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Despite her initial instinct to fire back, she felt her shoulders slump in defeat under her mother’s disapproving gaze. “Can I just come in?” she asked. “I need to talk to you.”

Diana sensed her change in disposition and stepped to the side to allow her daughter entry.

“I’m surprised to see you at all after you blew off Stephen and I last week,” her mother quipped as Y/N followed her into the kitchen.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to see him considering the circumstances.”

“That was rude,” her mother said, nodding at the breakfast nook in the kitchen. Y/N sat, dejected, staring out the tiny window.

“I know,” she said absentmindedly, unable to find the strength to argue.

Her mother pursed her lips, turning away from the stovetop. “Why are you here, then? I hope it’s to apologize.”

“Not exactly,” Y/N murmured, letting her chin rest on her hand as she leaned on the tabletop. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’m sorry.”

“That wasn’t very sincere,” Diane quipped, turning back around and flipping a page in her cookbook. “I shouldn’t have to ask for an apology.”

“Can you cut me some slack, mother?” Y/N straightened up, her patience waning as her voice cracked. “I need someone to talk to, and you sure as hell aren’t making this easy for me.”

Her mother didn’t respond, focused on chopping vegetables while Y/N sat at the breakfast nook twiddling her thumbs, trying to decide how much she wanted to reveal to her mother and how to even bring it up. A long bout of silence passed before her mother spoke again.

“Stephen was over yesterday.”

“He was?”

“Yes, he wanted me to talk to you about last week, see if I could get you to come around.”

Y/N huffed. “And?”

“I never liked him much to be honest, didn’t think your father did either,” her mother said, not turning around, tossing some chopped celery that hissed as it hit the hot pan. “But you seemed happy.”

“I was young, I knew nothing,” Y/N said flatly, slightly annoyed that their conversation had gone back to Stephen. It was pointless, and meant little to her now. But her mother either didn’t hear her, or chose not to respond, because she was forced to continue the conversation. “What did you say to him?”

“He wanted me to promise that I’d try to get you to call, to meet up with him.”

Y/N scoffed.

“So this is me…..trying,” Diane looked over her shoulder, quirking an eyebrow. This made Y/N smile, slightly, though she knew it resembled more of a pained

“Well, I’m not single,” Y/N responded. And that’s what I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“Jesus, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

“No! God no.” Y/N scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “This is about Jack, mother. You’ve met him.”

He mother was quiet a moment, taking the information in. “You fancied him after all?” her mother asked, looking over his shoulder.

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell.”

“I could, I was just trying to be polite,” Diane said.

Y/N rolled her eyes but knew better than to say anything. This was really trying her patience, but she had to stay focused on why she was here in the first place. “Well, he’s been away. And I may have ruined it.”

“Are you upset because he’s gone at war? You should have considered that before you got involved with him.”

Y/N’s composure snapped like a rubber band, despite the pep talk she’d been giving herself. “You think I didn’t consider that? It all happened so quickly.” Truth be told, she knew she would have loved Collins regardless, and she didn’t regret loving him now.

“What’s the issue?” her mother asked. “You’ve been here twenty minutes and you’ve yet to really explain why.”

Y/N sighed, tilting her head. “I haven’t been honest with Jack about everything going on in my life. I’ve told him nothing about the shows I’ve been playing or the opportunity in London. I wanted to, but it just felt so wrong, considering the fact that he’s miserable in the trenches somewhere, fighting for us all to go on like normal and I’m frolicking around here doing nothing of substance.”

“Anyways, he was injured again, and he can’t write me so one of his friends did. And now I feel awful because I’ve lied to him for so long about my life. I can’t explain why it makes me feel so guilty.” Y/N shook her head. “I imagined….if we both got out of this safely…I thought maybe he and I would….would get married.”

Y/N didn’t expect herself to start crying. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d opened up to her mother about something so personal and the vulnerability from that and the guilt that’d been eating her apart combined and resulted in tears…. again. It was surprising she hadn’t dehydrated herself from all the crying she’d done over the last few days.

It wasn’t hard to compose herself though, especially not under Diane’s condescending gaze.

“And you don’t need to chastise me, I know I’ve made a mistake,” Y/N spoke up before she could. “Believe me, I’m already insecure enough because of you.”

She feared the worst would come from her mother’s mouth as she finally seemed to stop meddling with her cooking, turning around to face her daughter. Biting the inside of her cheek, her mother appeared angry, ready to unleash everything all at once, but instead she sighed, walking towards Y/N and taking the empty seat at the breakfast nook across from her.

“I’ve always wanted the best for you, Y/N.” She said flatly. “I’ve pushed you hard and haven’t let you rest for that reason.”

“There are other ways to go about-“

“No,” her mother shook her head. “Being nice about doesn’t work.” She scoffed. “Not with you, at least.”

Y/N had to bit her tongue not to respond before her mother did.

“When you were a kid I remember you’d always come inside crying when the neighbor kids played too rough. You’d fall and scrape your knee and I’d comfort you, but you’d always keep wailing. Unless I told you that you were fine.”

“Because you were fine, you knew it. You looked down at the scab on your leg and went right back outside. I didn’t need to coddle you.”

“I knew after your dad passed away, and after Stephen left that you were devastated. But I wasn’t sure what would happen to you if I let you wallow around for years. You wouldn’t put your talent to good use, you’d stay here for the rest of your life and never come out of your shell.”

“When I met Jack, as desperately as you both tried to hide the fact that there was anything between you two it was written so clearly on your face it was almost funny. I didn’t know what to think of him. But he’s the reason you’ve started to play again, am I correct?”

Y/N nodded, swiping her eyes for the few residual tears that had collected on her skin.

“So why do you think this would make him angry? I think you know just as well, if not better, than I do, that if anything, he’d be proud. I don’t think there’s a violent bone in that man’s body.” Diane gave her daughter a weak smile. “In fact, he reminds me a bit of your father, don’t you think?”

Y/N nodded in agreement.

“I am proud of you, Y/N,” she reached out, squeezing her daughter’s hand from across the table. “When I saw you play at the bar the other night, I felt like I was seeing you again for the first time in years.”

Y/N didn’t have many words to say. This was certainly not how she’d expected the conversation to go, she thought, if anything, she would have stormed out in the middle of it. Her mother’s revelation, however, was a lot to process.

“Thank you, mum,” she said quietly, looking down. “That means more than you may think.”

She ended up spending the evening at her mother's, they had a nice meal and talked more before Y/N retired for the evening. Despite the fact that she could have gone to bed then and there, after the advice from her mother she knew what she had to do.

Y/N wrote it all down. Everything she’d been doing for the past year she poured into one letter than ended up being five pages long, even after drafting and cutting out entire paragraphs, it was nearly a novel. Her hand was cramping by the end, but she wanted to finish it so she could get it in the mail by the next day.

She only hoped Collins would have the chance to read it and forgive her, she didn’t know if she could go on without knowing everything between them would be okay.

#dunkirk #dunkirk writing #dunkirk fanfiction #dunkirk series #collins #collins x reader #collins fanfiction #jack lowden #jack lowden x reader #jack lowden imagines #jack lowden fanfiction #collins imagine #collins x farrier #dunkirk cast #jack lowden fic

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lilacsnid · 3 months

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𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

𝙎𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙎 → 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 | 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (4.1k words)

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Y/N has been assigned on a solo undercover mission. Infiltrate the warehouse, secure the flash drive, and evade detection; seems simple enough. But what happens if she gets caught by a dangerous criminal & her life hangs in the balance?

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 | 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (5.8k words)

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐔𝐩𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭 | 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (10k+ words)

✗ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚 ✗ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙬𝙤

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: They despised one another & barely tolerated each other while working at Slough House. Tensions rise as they are sent out into the field together, working undercover to search for a sleeper agent in the cozy village of Upshott. To avoid being caught, they are forced to pretend that they are "together". Being so close in each others company causes certain feelings rise to the surface that they have both tried to bury for far too long.

𝘿𝙐𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙍𝙆 → 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫 | 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘹 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Amongst the chaos of World War II breaking out, 23 year old Charlotte Brooks was desperate to be of use to her country. Fresh out of training, she is sent to the coast of France to work in a British base field hospital. It soon becomes clear that no amount of training could have prepared her for the traumatic sights she would see. One night, the hospital receives a convoy of trauma patients, soldiers who have been brutally injured while fighting on the front line. That night, an RAF pilot is taken into her care and it seems that she ends up finding love where she didn't go searching for it.

COMING SOON ✔︎

#jack lowden #river cartwright x reader #river cartwright #jack lowden x reader #slow horses #river x reader #jack lowden imagine #collins dunkirk #collins x reader #slow horses fanfiction #masterlist #river cartwright imagine #apple tv

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theres-no-paradise · 6 years

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Jack Lowden / Dunkirk works

Adored by him - 13321 words so far. (Still the beginning of the series)

Honeymoon - 762 words (Halfway done, one shot)

There’s no Paradise - 6449 words (Prologue done, Series Storyline halfway finished)

#Dont tell me im lazy #im writing whenever Im off from work #never written so many in a couple of weeks #more to come #Will publish when one story is at least finished #jack lowden #jack lowden imagines #dunkirk #dunkirk fanfiction #dunkirk cast

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babygirlbenji · 6 years

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LOOK!!! HOW!!! GOOD!!! HE!!! LOOKS!!! also sorry for not posting in a while, been so busy :(((

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lowdensnose · 6 years

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walk of shame

hello all! it has been a while. this little piece was inspired by a prompt I saw about two people meeting during their respective walk of shames home. i hope you all enjoy reading it! I also want to thank ash for helping me with inspiration for this piece. jack lowden.

It was a dreary morning. Grey clouds were looming, like a thick blanket on the sky, making it impossible to gaze upon the rising sun. The only indicator that it had truly risen on this day as well was the light that shone, muted through the thick layer of mist and condensed rain. It was just as well that the sunrise had been veiled, for it would have been missed on this Sunday morning, by the person who laid sprawled on a strange bed. Their hair, which had been the picture of perfection only a few hours ago – had since been tugged on, fingers had been rushed through it hurriedly – it had been harshly pressed against the mattress and pillow, the product still in it leaving it sticking up in funny angles.

Waking up, a soft groan slipped from the lips of the person who had the misfortune of noticing they were in a strange bed. Their mouth was dry and their head and body felt heavy and sluggish, like time had slowed down or stilled all together during the night.

Turning towards the person with whom they had shared their one night stand, a grimace of regret passed on their features. Quickly dressing themselves, they shot their strange brown haired one night stand one final glance before departing without another word between the two of them.

Stepping out from the small flat, they drew their coat closer to their body, eyes closing as they took in the way the humid and cold air hit their face, relishing in how delightful it felt to draw in deep breaths of air. It felt refreshing after last nights crowded bars. Pounding music, sweaty bodies dancing, alcohol stained tongues and lips meeting in hurried, sloppy kisses flashing like neon lights behind their eyes. Shaking their head, they noticed that they had awoken unusually early, and the streets were empty of cars and people. It felt nice not to have dozens of people witnessing their walk of shame. Had their one night stand lived in the heart of London, going un-noticed would have been impossible.

But as it was now, nearing the bus stop – another body was already perched on the waiting bench, his head buried in his palms. Brows furrowing, the weary soul plopped down next to the blond man. Hearing some shuffling next to him, Jack spotted another who looked as frazzled as he felt. The night had been long, and Jack had had one too many whiskeys, and he’d ended up in bed with someone who had been willing – something he sort of regretted now. He was 27, wasn’t he too old for this? He remembered countless a walk of shames from his early twenties, but it had been quite some time since his last one.

”You too, huh?” he croaked out, his voice hoarse and rather quiet. What compelled him to speak to this stranger who sat beside him, he didn’t know. But looking at them, he felt some sort of strange pull to them. Even in their less than flattering state, he couldn’t help but find them strangely beautiful and radiant in the dull Sunday mist.

A small, surprised peal of laughter rolled off of the lips of the stranger, as they gazed at Jack.

”Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking,” they shook their head, offering him a lopsided smile. Jack, in return, could not help the tug of the corners of his lips – which undoubtedly made his dimples appear before the stranger.

”D’you know when the bus is supposed to arrive? I’ve already been here for twenty minutes,” Jack confessed, not having found the strength to read the small letters of the board behind them. They were in a small suburban town, he knew, and they did not have the luxury of screens, as they did in the bigger cities.

”Aw fuck,” the stranger groaned, having bent at an awkward angle to read the board. ”They don’t run as frequently on sundays, and another one won’t be here for more than an hour!” they complained, a pained expression appearing on their tired face.

Jack whined softly in the back of his throat, sitting up slightly and tipping his head back slightly in displeasure. Looking around, he noticed a place that appeared to be open everywhere, at any time. He nudged his ’walk of shame’-companion, nodding towards the place.

”Care for a sloppy cheeseburger to nurse the hangover?” he proposed, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. The person beside him lit up, nodding vigurously.

”I’d love that!” they exclaimed, offering their hand to shake, along with their name. Jack repeated it softly to them, before accepting their handshake, introducing himself as well.

”It’s nice to meet you, even though the circumstances are a bit… strange,” he giggled, his strong, scottish accent like music in the ears of his new acquaintance. Smiling at Jack, they too laughed softly as the two made their way in to the McDonald’s that lay just across the road.

They ended up getting a lot of greasy food, milkshakes and sodas to nurse their hangover – ending up in a secluded corner, sharing their adventurous nights to one another, laughing so hard tears were forming in their eyes at the others tale.

”I swear! It was so bad,” you laughed, wiping at the tears that had fallen. ”They wanted me to call them ’your majesty’ and have me bow at their feet as foreplay!” giggling and wheezing, Jack could hardly speak through his laughter.

”Oh, tell me you didn’t!” he exclaimed, enjoying the wild stories provided to him. He had never clicked this well with anyone this quick before. Your laughter had him enchanted, and your bright, easy-going nature made him feel at ease and relaxed around you instantly. Jack knew that he would have to see you again.

”Of course I didn’t!” idignantly, you picked up a now cold chip, chucking it at his chest with a final breath of laughter, calming down a bit after that.

Looking out the window, you noticed that the two of you seemed to have lost track of time, and in the dreary mist of the town, you saw the bus that you had been waiting for – stopping across the road.

”Oh, shit! The bus!” you exclaimed, quickly grasping Jacks’ hand in yours, pulling him wildly towards the bus in a sprint, you passed the tingling of your hand in his off as some weird side effect of the alcohol straining to leave your body. Laughing, out of breath, the two of you took a seat in the back of the bus, a light and playful air around the two of you as you tried to even your breathing.

”Finally, it came,” Jack sighed, leaning back in his seat, smiling as he looked at you. He noticed you were staring at your watch in shock, and he raised a brow as you met his gaze.

”Funny story,” you began, letting out another loud laugh ”we caught the bus two hours after the one we initially waited for,”

Stunned, Jack quickly searched his pockets for his phone, letting out a chuckle of his own when he noticed that the two of you had accidentally lingered for longer than you intended. He gazed upon you again, and noticed a lovely shade of pink had settled on your cheeks.

”Don’t worry, this is by far the best walk of shame in my life,” he spoke sincerely, smiling softly at you before confidently gathering your hand up with his own, interlacing your fingers with one another – and on some weird impulse of his, he raised it to his lips, where he left a lingering kiss – relishing in the surprised and lovely look that passed over your eyes, as they were locked with his own.

”As was mine,” you replied breahtlessly, a shaky smile ghosting over your features as you leaned in to Jacks side, relaxing as he wrapped an arm around you.

You had a feeling that this would be your last walk of shame for a very long time.

#jack lowden imagine #jack lowden x reader #jack lowden imagines #jack lowden blurbs #my writing #hope y'all liked this little piece!!#please let me know how you found it!!#tried to make this one gender neutral as well :)

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fionnglynnjackstyles · 7 years

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Hello! Can I make a request? Maaaaaybe #24 with Jack,please? (I love him! It's not my fault that his beautiful blue eyes enchanted me)

Breakfast In My Sweater

Jack Lowden

Synopsis:

Jack can’t believe that you’re having breakfast with him in his sweater.

Word Count:

361

You walked into the cozykitchen in Jack’s apartment to find your boyfriend leaning on the island bench,glasses perched on his nose, hair tousled from sleep, coffee in hand, readingthe newspaper as bacon cooked on the stove behind him.

You folded your armsacross your chest to collect some warmth from Jack’s red woolen sweater thatyou had thrown on over a pair of panties which was all you put on after theprevious night’s events in Jack’s bedroom. Jack glanced up and a fond smileovercame his face as he watched you tiptoe across the kitchen tiles with yourbare feet before nuzzling your head into his chest and felt his arms welcomeyou into his embrace.

“Sleep well, darlin’?”Jack mumbled into your hair, gently swaying the two of you from side to side.You mumbled in the affirmative and jumped slightly as the toast popped out ofthe toaster. Jack chuckled at your adorableness before guiding you to sit atone of the stools as he buttered the toast and topped it with avocado, poachedeggs and bacon.

“Ea’ up, sweetness,it’ll keep ye warm.” He gently set your plate in front of you before slidingonto the stool next to you with his own meal. Before long, your legs wereintertwined, Jack’s foot gently rubbing up and down your calf and your faceswere close enough to steal kisses in between bites.

After watching you intentlyfor a while Jack laughed lightly through his nose, shaking his head and smilingto himself.

“What?” You asked,smiling back.

“Nothin’” Jack giggledback.

“It’s obviouslysomething! Is there something on my face?”

“No, it’s jus’ tha’ Ican’ ge’ over how a few months ago I was dyin’ te learn yer name a’ tha pub an’now yer havin’ breakfast wit me in me swea’er”

You laughed softly andleaned up to kiss Jack gently.

“Well, I’m very luckythat you had the courage to ask my name otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting herehaving breakfast with you in your extremely comfy sweater.”

Jack smiled fondly atyou and stroked your cheek.

“I’m tha lucky one,darlin’”

#jack lowden #jack lowden imagine #jack lowden imagines #jack lowden oneshot #jack lowden oneshots #jack lowden x reader #jack lowden blurb #jack lowden blurbs #dunkirk cast imagine #dunkirk cast imagines

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lowdenglynnstyles · 7 years

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Masterlist:

This is my masterlist, with all of the imagines I’ve written for each person/ character

Tom GC:

Early Mornings

Hot Chocolate and Muffins

Fluff

Jealous Love

Outfit Changes

Jack Lowden:

Party Mishaps

Picnics and Swimming

Misinterpreted Conversations

Shy Eyes

Falling Backwards (PR reader) Camping (PR reader Part II)

Lucky Cheerios

Short and Sassy

Harry Styles:

Yoga

Fionn Whitehead:

Drunk Adventures

#tom glynn carney imagines #tom glynn carney x reader #tom gc #jack lowden imagine #jack lowden x reader #jack lowden imagines #jack chat #fionn whitehead imagines #fionn whitehead x reader #fionn chat #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry chat

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carneylowdenwhitehead-blog · 7 years

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Our Home - Jack Lowden

This is a request! I hope it is okay, let me know! :)

Jack had moved to London around two years ago and for 8 months now Y/N had been living with him. The two had been dating for a year and a half and were both completely besotted with one another. In that time they had made the place their own, their home was a place of safety and love for the both of them; especially for Jack who often spent his days travelling and jumping from place to place, meeting an incredible number of people.

Due to his hectic schedule, when Jack had time to rest he returned to their home but this meant not visiting Scotland as much and seeing his friends and family there. It was a tough balance but he had managed it through calls and texts.

Today was a rare day. Jack had a quick interview and Y/N had the day off from work. Standing in the kitchen, Y/N stood above the toaster tapping her fingers against the bench-top waiting for the bread to jump out at her. As she prepared herself for the pop of noise she was instead startled as her phone started to ring. Quickly picking it up after recomposing herself she greeted her mum. Y/N was quite close to her parents and talking to her mum was one of her favourite things to do. Catching up on all sorts of news, Y/N mentioned that Jack had an interview and her mum told her to tell him good luck. The phone call was brief but exactly what she needed to start her day.

Walking back to the kitchen from the couch Y/n abruptly stopped as she wondered who it could have been. Looking through the peephole, she was greeted with the faces of what seemed to be a happy family with bags? Opening the door she greeted them.

“Hello?”

As she fully opened the door she recognised the woman’s eyes but couldn’t quite place them. “Hello, sorry we mus’ no’ be at the righ’ house. Do ye by any chance know a Jack?”

Nodding quickly, Y/N recognised the eyes as similar to Jack’s. “Yes, he lives here.”

Sharing puzzled looks the family stared at her in slight bewilderment and oddly bemused.

“Well, dea’ it’s only fair if ye let the guests in, then in’it. As ye know it’s Jack’s birthday this week and the lad hasn’ even rung home.”

Nodding at whom she assumed was Jack’s brother, she didn’t know what to make of them until his mother asked again.

“So how do ye know Jack.” Butting in his dad added, “Must know him pretty well if she’s in his house.” Sharing a quiet chuckle both turned and looked expectantly at Y/N.

“You are right he does, I’m his girlfriend.”

Hearing a stutter and watching as everything seemed to slow, Y/N realised Jack had never told his family that they were dating. He must have never mentioned her, not even her name. Feeling her stomach drop she didn’t know how to approach the situation. She felt as neglected as they did.

“You can- please um- your bags-” Unable to comprehend the absurdity of his family surprising him and not knowing who she was she managed to strong together a few words. “Please, come, sit.”

Quickly texting Jack, Y/N told him to hurry up. Returning not even 10 minutes later, Jack’s face contorted as he entered the house, a mixture between happiness and confusion adorned his face as his eyes flickered between his family and Y/N who awkwardly stood by the kitchen area.

After greeting his family, being pulled into a hundred hugs and sharing a few jokes. Jack was tugged into another hug by his mother. “We are goin’ to have a talk later.” pulling back she glanced in Y/N’s direction and Jack knew she was confused and disappointed.

Nodding, Jack told his family to relax as he retreated to the kitchen, Y/N having just walked in. As he entered she saw her flip the kettle and start to boil the water for the tea.

“Y/N-”

Shaking her head, Y/N cut him off as she turned around an odd mixture of embarrassment, hurt and anger all rumbling in her stomach. “How could you not tell them? After all this time. You know my mum rang this morning and I mentioned you, in fact my parents have known since our first date. I remember telling them all about you and every time mum rings I tell her about what we’ve been doing. I remember when I moved in she was ready to come and visit us and meet you. I just- I don’t understand you.”

Sighing as a tear slipped from her eye, the embarrassment grew as she recalled his families face. Stepping forward, Jack didn’t have an answer, he couldn’t explain why he hadn’t told his family. She was the most important aspect of his life so he considered the question, he realised how upset he must have made her. Stepping towards her, he took her hands from the kettle and held them in his. “I’m sorr’. I wish I had an excus’ I wish I could say why but I do not know why. Hen, look at me, ye the most important person in my life. I love ye I do, I’m so sorry.”

Still troubled and embarrassed Y/N buried her head into his chest as if to hide from it all. “You really embarrassed me out there.”

“I know I did love but do not worry. Ye’ve got me.”

Walking out together with snacks and tea they greeted his family once again. Initially it was okay but soon as they became more invested in family stories, Y/N noticed how Jack’s brother was the only other person trying to engage her. Both his parents kept relaying stories that she couldn’t understand and about places she had not seen. Slowly but surely she found herself becoming resigned and before she knew it they were all animatedly chatting and there she sat staring at the television screen, pretending to actually care about the program. Again, there was something boiling but it was no longer the kettle, instead that familiar feeling of embarrassment and shame had taken hold of her as she heard the mention of Jack’s ex girlfriend Anna.

Y/N knew too much about her. The pair had been childhood sweethearts and somehow in their early twenties had crossed paths once again. She had been with Jack in the beginning of his career so of course the press loved her and evidently his family did too. Of course his parents were much smarter than to just force her back into his life. So they brought her up through stories of which Jack was completely oblivious too. Excusing herself Y/N went up to their shared bedroom and it was fair to say that for the next week this became her favourite place.

Walking up early, Y/N walked down to the kitchen after getting ready for the day. The day had finally come - Jack’s birthday. She wasn’t too excited as it was just another day of being ignored and partial appreciation and recognition from Jack, however she was excited to see Jack’s friends again.

After working all day the house looked amazing. Jack’s family had taken him out for the day as Y/N decorated. It looked beautiful and so did she. Wearing the most gorgeous dress with her hair in a low bun, Y/N felt gorgeous and knew it wouldn’t be long till the guests and Jack arrived.

About an hour later the party was in full-swing with everyone having a good time and somehow Y/N hadn’t seen Jack or his parents yet. She knew they were here as she could hear the roars of laughter but hadn’t got a chance to greet him. Instead she found herself busy at keeping the party going and mingling with guests. Looking up, she found Cillian pointing in her direction whilst talking with Jack’s parents and smiling away as if he was oblivious to the week she had just faced. Tightly smiling at the group she scrambled to the kitchen wanting to catch her breath.

“Y/N.” Hearing Jack’s parents startled her. Quickly turning around she asked if they needed anything.

“No, No we do not. We came to say sorr’.”

Shocked, she merely nodded.

“We are sorr’, we were just shocked is all and usually Jack is quite open and we always though’ he would get back together with Anna so hearing he wasn’ single was so odd. We know we haven’ been fair to ye but talkin to everyone here and seeing how lovely ye’ve been all week really shows you are genuine.”

Looking at his parents, Y/N saw their concern and guessed that they too must have felt discomfort at not knowing about their son’s life. Nodding, she walked towards them as she wanted to start again. Extending her arm she introduced herself only to be pulled into a tight hug by both his parents.

“Ye hug us dear ye one of us now.”

Chuckling together, Y/N felt a weight be lifted of her chest and walking out of the kitchen together she spotted Jack and gained his attention. Smiling at him she gave him a hug.

“Happy Birthday.”

Kissing her cheek, Jack bent and whispered a thank you. “Thank you for everything this week and I can promise ye, I don’t want to hide ye from the world. I’m so lucky to even know ye, let alone be able to love ye.”

Smiling she looked at back at his family who were already smiling at the two, it was their home once again.

*Thank you for reading!! :)

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