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delugguk · 1 year

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Only Mine, Nobody Else's.

pair: jungkook x reader.

genre: stablished relationship, smut, fluff.

word count: 5.4K

warnings: unprotected sex.

summary: there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now.

a/n: hellooooo here's the alternative version of THIS. finally!! I wrote this the same day I published the first drabble but never got to finish it until now, so I hope you enjoy this hehe. I really love them ㅠㅠ but I'll shut up now and enjoy their cute dynamics 😩 I'm sorry I took toooooo long to post but my irl schedule is kinda ass :( LET ME KNOW YALL REACTIONS!! I do appreciate it 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

everything can happen during dinner but.. let me explain, okay?

when you start a topic.. normally, your smart and super interesting boyfriend rambles around until he can't stop his pretty mouth from moving - not that you complained though, you adore listening to him.

but as interesting as it could be, there was some nights were each topic jumped from fun conversations to.. sudden serious ones.

like tonight.

A new trend has seemed to flow around socials making everyone have these interesting conversations that.. you're not really sure if you vibe with them to be honest - but it is what it is as soon as seho, jungkook's best friend, brings this topic to the table.

and yep, you wanted to chop his balls right in that moment.

you could swear you were having a good time until that moment came. you and jungkook were oblivious to the matter for some reason so when you're having dinner with your friends, this sudden theme really got you out off guard because you just knew how jungkook was gonna get.

"so what is it about?" jungkook asked and now that you think about it, you wished he could just.. not pay attention but.. oh well.

"well, it's basically a question about.. you letting somebody else help your girlfriend separate her perilla leaf-"

"hell nah." jungkook cuts him out of his sentence.

damn.

"wait.." seho's chuckles, "you didn't even let me finish and you're already prohibiting that from happening." finding the situation funny.

you only ironically rolled your eyes with an ironic smile too.

"you make questions knowing well the way he is.." you say but it wasn't annoying.

"what's love if there's not a little spice to it?" he laughs. oh you hated him.

not really. but you know what I mean.

jungkook's just listening until he began to speak with a cocky grin. "do you really think I'll let y/n get feed by another man?" a small scoff of a laugh leaving his mouth, "yeah sure." as he brushes his hair back with both hands.

just laying back on his sofa, casually looking so fine. but this wasn't the time to think about that.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a man, you know? It's just any other friend." says yoongi.

"whatever, I don't care. I wont allow it."

you chuckle. "mm.. why not?" sounding more curious, but you really wanted to know why he is so against it. "I don't see nothing wrong about sharing food?"

"not this way??"

"exactly?" seho's following just after jungkook.

"you, shut up." you point at seho. - now looking back at jungkook, "what do you mean 'this way'?"

"mm.. babe, this isn't just something you can share, you know?"

"but.. why not?"

both him and seho sigh. but just before they could talk, luckily, the theme dies as soon as yoongi successfully changes the topic to some stupid funny video he saw these days.

the fact that seho knows about jungkook's possessive/jealous behaviours makes this worst. they're like best friends, for god's sake.

after that little moment, not even a single wrinkle of happiness painted on your boyfriend's face but a slight eyebrow furrowing instead and it's just that his reaction to the matter was... priceless.

jungkook had so much to say but so little to think.. completely blinded by the thought of someone feeding his girl, this obviously wasn't going to end here.

..and you both knew it.

when you arrive to your apartment, jungkook didn't wasted any time to continue your conversation and it's just that.. he was so predictable sometimes, or maybe you knew him too well.

"what did you meant about that?" his voice sounds genuinely curious when he closes the door behind you.

"about.. what?" taking off your jacket as you respond, he smacks his lips in annoyance.

"you know what I'm talking aboutㅡ bam, hi" voice suddenly changing into a whisper-y cute tone when he kneels down to kiss his son.

"..hm?" and as he gets up, he takes your hand leading into the living room.

he seats first. tattooed hand giving little soft but strong palms at the other side of the sofa when he motions you to seat beside him.

when you cross your legs, you give yourself just the perfect enough space between him and you just so you don’t get any other contact with his dangerous body 'cause right now this wasn't your sweet, sweet boyfriend at his best. - not that he’ll do something bad to you, but because you were very weak when it came to having him close..

"are we.. really having this conversation?”

blinking many times as if it wasn't obvious, "uh.. yeah??" he answers.

you sigh. "okay." pausing, "shoot."

"do you really not care?"

"about what? food?"

he glances at you.

you exhale. "It's not that I don't care. It's more of me.. thinking it's not that serious."

his mouth drops into a little gasp. "how isn't it that serious? my friend could easily be feeding you.. you."

"so?"

"so???" he feels so offended. "are you really-"

"no, okay, wait. I do care about that. I dont agree about them feeding me. I don't like that either.. what the hell." you confirm because you realize. "what I'm trying to say is, they won't be feeding me."

"how?"

"because they will just help me separate the leafs, silly. they don't necessarily have to give them in my mouth?"

"but most people do. unconsciously."

"you do?"

"yes. and I think you can tell. I always do it with you."

"but that's because we're dating.."

"it's because I like you. romantically, silly." he flicks your head, making you blink.

"of course, so that makes sense!" you say. "I don't think a random friend will-- wait, friends can also do it if they like you.. as a friend?"

"uh-uh” he nods his head. “that doesn't exist when it comes to this food."

"what's so different about this?"

"you really don't know, huh?"

nodding your head, you shrink your shoulders as you keep silent for a few seconds and he crosses both his arms looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“what?” you playfully exclaimed as you’re also confused but jungkook just pushes his hair back once again, taking a big breather followed with an exhale. “babe," you continue, hands cupping his face. “tell me.” as your face gets closer, eyes trying to read his.

"they could touch your lips with the tip of his fingers." he says. big pupils staring at your lips when he’s soon piercing your gaze.

you do notice. butterflies in your stomach, god.

“no, they won't."

"yes they will and I can't let that happen."

you sigh. "babe, is not that big of a deal. you act as if that will make me fall in love with them.” then you pause to say, "which, it would never happen, by the way."

"but you could."

"no, I won't." you affirm.

"yes? you would." but he keeps being stubborn..

"no? I wouldn't?"

you both pause staring at each other and you roll your eyes.

"I still stand with what I said during dinner though." leaning back on his seat, you’re not longer cupping his face.

"honey, me helping your friend or my friend isn't going to change anything."

"you never know.."

"I think you should stop watching too many dramas. their messing with your little head." you playfully say while softly pulling one of his hair strings.

but he rolls his eyes. "how can you say that?" starting his funny drama. "those things definitely doesn't affect the way I think.." he pauses. "but If that was the case, then they'll be totally right because If it happens in dramas it could happen in real life."

"You're delusional.."

"No I'm not?"

"..and you want me to take you seriously?”

“babe.” jungkook warns, voice sharp.

“okay, okay..” you side smile. “I get it.”

“can you listen to me?”

"always."

"you can't.. you can't still do it for him or anybody that isn't me." he’s serious but his voice is so endearing..

taking a deep breath, you rest one hand against your cheek when you look directly into his eyes. "why though?"

"because I say so."

"mm… that still don’t help."

"yeah, it does."

"you can't just give me that answer as your reason why?"

"just did."

you lightly punch his shoulder. "jungkook!"

he laughs.

“you’re being childish right now.” you fake cry.

"okay, okay.." breathing, he goes back to being serious. "either way you still can't help."

rolling your eyes for the 281 time, you annoyingly respond with, "are you going to keep saying that?" pausing. "like is this about you thinking that's how I'll end up falling in love with somebody else? or… what?”

"mm.. yeah?" he's sarcastic. "Isn't it obvious?"

"how is it obvious?" you frown your eyebrows.

"because he'll give you one perilla leaf and you know how.. when somebody can't separate them, sometimes there's have to be another person to help, right?" he breathes as you nod. "well.. that person is, of course, you!" he argues, "and that could make you end up holding hands with him!”

"I- what?" he's unbelievable.

“as soon as I blink!" he continues - pointing at his eyes. "he has already taking you away from me!"

your reaction is.. well, you don’t even know how to react as he says all of this. only thing that could leave your mouth was, "jungkook.. you can't be serious now.."

"well I am?" he’s all pouty and annoying but you needed to make him understand your point of view and that’s all you think when his hands are lightly hitting his own thighs in frustration.

"well, that's ridiculous." now you’re the one leaning back into your side of the sofa.

"It is not?!"

"It is, and it doesn't even makes sense. I won't hold somebody's hand just because they helped me?" you blink several times as something that’s so obvious.

"but- how can you say that? this does makes sense and it can totally happen!"

then pausing, you decide to tease him instead even though you’re still serious. “are you, perhaps.. talking by experience? ..and that's why you're saying this to me?"

"no!” hands brushing his own face in frustration. "that's not why I'm saying this."

"then why you get so mad about it? It doesn't make sense to me. explain how it works because I do not understand and believe me when I say I'm having a hard time trying to." giving up, you give him a good opportunity to make you understand his point of view in full detail but that’s only if he want it though. you weren’t going to force him to do anything.

he was clear of it.

as soon as you said that, jungkook takes a short time of silence to think. rubbing his chin, rubbing his face.. you can clearly see he's really making up his mind for the way he keeps zooming out into his complex mind.

that could be pretty sometimes.

"let’s say.." he quickly nibbles his lip ring as his dimples slightly pronounce more and that's when you confirm for the second time that he wants to make this right. "..you have a friend, a girl friend.” you nod as he speaks. “and she needs help to separate all of her perilla leafs.."

"Aha.." you slowly nod your head.

"would you like it if I help? It'll take a lot of time.." his eyes feel so heavy looking at yours like he really wants you to say what he think is the right answer..

"..yes?"

but your answer is still very.. unbothered and that makes jungkook open his mouth with both hands on his head in a dramatic manner.

"yes???" he’s back to being exalted. “that’s really your answer?” he chuckles but it’s not even a friendly one. more of a sarcastic one.

“I mean.. what do you want me to say?! I just think it’s normal?”

“n-normal?” and there’s that sarcastic grin all over again. “why.”

"because.. it's just food?"

he covers his face in disbelief. "but I'm the one giving it to them.." he pauses. "Isn't it like if I was deeply caring for them? that's why it's wrong! It can look bad."

"not for me.." you look around.

he sighs for the 10th time smacking his lips as he reveals, "babe, you can't help others with perilla leafs because it'll look like you have second intentions with them."

"who said that?" now you're the one rolling your eyes.

jungkook sighs, rubbing his eyes. "it’s something to flirt about.”

“flirt?”

“yeah." he leans his body a little closer to yours, staring at your eyes almost intensely. you felt tension. not a bad one necessarily.

"have you done that?" genuine question.

"no!" he whines with the same pout on his lips. "why do you keep asking me this?”

“genuinely curious.. and you’re saying a lot of things.” you say.

he rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of people that do it..”

“how?”

"well.." he takes one of your hands to caress it while he speaks, "you know how hard they are to separate, right?"

"yeah..?"

"you normally will have to lean closer to that person in order to do so." he pauses. eyes piercing at yours when his voice goes two tones down. "people like closeness."

you nervously clear your throat. "ah.. yeah," immediately changing the direction this was taking— "so.. imagine we're eating on a cute restaurant-“ you fix your posture and jungkook only grins to himself. he has made you feel nervous.

he liked that.

“…with a friend, it doesn't matter if it's a woman or man” he nods, paying attention to your words. “and I can't help like you said.."

“aha..?”

“if I’m minding my business in that situation but my friend needs help, does that mean you’ll be the one helping them?”

"of course not." tone? annoyed and very serious.

"why not?"

"because I don't care if it's a woman or man, I shouldn't be helping anybody that isn't you. MY girlfriend."

that kinda made your stomach flip, let's not lie here.

"but then who'll help them eat?"

"nobody."

"jungkook!" you call him out.

but all he does is shrink his broad shoulders. “what? It's easy! nobody helps them! don't they have arms of their own?" he annoyingly responds.

"but that's so ass. it's not like you're giving them food directly into their mouth?!"

"..and? I still don't care! If I say you shouldn't then you shouldn't."

you raise your eyebrows. “okay boss?”

jungkook exhales, “I'm not saying that. but.. it’s just what's obvious? I can't help either and we're dating."

"..and you're possesive."

"I'm not possessive.

"yes, you are."

"okay, maybe a little but I'm not most of the time."

and that makes you laugh for sure. “see how you shamelessly lie to yourself, gosh.”

now he’s the one raising his eyebrows. “lie? do you want to know what’s a real lie?” he questions.

“yes.” you sarcastically smile.

“the fact that I don’t want to fuck for your stupid answers and the way that I hate how my solution to this has to be to fuck you silly.” then he whispers to himself, “fuck.” really wanting that to happen.

you were frozen, didn’t expected him to say all that. he’s surely crazy too because why did he had to say it while having that nasty smile on his face? why.

“then why don’t you act on it?” you tease back.

“because that’s a “lie”. he smirks, “told you I’ll say a real lie.”

“I hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” he smiles but then, goes back to the main theme. “listen to me, doing that.. I just think it’s thoughtful. like you’re clearly showing you deeply care for that person, you know?” then he pouts, “from my point of view.. we should be the only ones helping each other.. nobody else.”

you sigh. “okay.. I see what you mean. but I still think it depends on how you perceive it though.”

“fine, now you’re the one who needs to explain.” he said that with a slightly annoyed tone that made you chuckle.

“I think you keep seeing it as something romantic and that’s why you can’t accept it.”

“..and you think it’s not?”

“if I considered that to be romantic you think I’ll be reacting this way?”

“…no..”

“there’s your answer.” you smile.

"just.." he exhales. "take care of me and me only, yeah?" plastering his forehead against yours, his palms holds your cheeks ever so delicately when he says, "I will not feel comfortable if you take care of others in that manner when you have me. specially me. your boyfriend." voice so soft while pointing at himself and god, does he was really cute sometimes. "…would you like it if I took care of your friends?"

and at that question you take your time to think.

"I think it depends on the person too, jungkook.."

"why?" he responds as he is genuily curious.

"because.. Imagine if the friend we’re eating with needs help with their perilla but let’s say I’ve eaten that many times with them and everything was always fine,” jungkook nods his head as he carefully listens. “..so in this case, since they’re my friend I know them the most right?”

"yeah."

“but they’re asking for help, your help, when I know they could handle themselves just right..”

“I see where this is going..” there’s a little building smile on jungkooks lips.

“me seeing them acting dumb just so you could help them— of course that’ll make me definitely jealous.”

"you see?!" he suddenly raises his voice in excitement. "that's what I'm saying!" smiling brightly at you.

"but I'll be more mad because of you not noticing this person second intentions!" you defend yourself. "and because my friend must know I'm obviously dating you!"

"but see? you'll still get jealous, and this just meansㅡperilla leafs could lean into romance! you basically said it yourself! It's a way of flirting.." he says, looking very triumphant.

and at his reaction, you just roll your eyes smiling through it because you can't help it at this point.

"yeah..whatever!" you rapidly correct yourself in which he laughs. "all I'm saying is.. that I could only get jealous in circumstances like these because then I'll know this friend is obviously shamelessly flirting with you."

"but I wouldn't be falling in love with them." he says.

then suddenly, being caught off guard, you blink. “meaning… that you’ll help?”

"nope, I still wouldn't." he warmly says. "since I can't be comfortable with you doing it, I have to keep on my word. I can't do things that I wouldn't like someone do to me." then he adds, "and I would not fall in love with them, because I love you." he finishes saying when he plays with your fingers and his eyes tenderly lingers at yours.

"but.. you never know." voice small, you shyly say.

"no, I'm clear of it." affirming with a confident side smile. "I only have eyes for you, love." he says, gently grabbing one of your hands to leave a lingering kiss on top of it when your eyes can’t stop looking at his sweet actions. you do adored him so much..

"shit, I can't even look at other girls if it isn't you. I love you too damn much." he then chuckles when your laugh merges with his.

lovey dovey eyes staring at his.. “I love you too..”

with a smile on your lips, he mirrors your face too.

that night you both ended up fall sleep hugging each other on his big sofa. you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable than this.

the other night though..

“should I fuck you? nah… I don’t think you deserve it.”

you must’ve seen this coming. eager times always results into this. mostly when a jealous jungkook was very much present. you couldn’t believe how you were so easily lured into his words but the more you get to know and see the new sides of your boyfriend, the more you fell in love and the more you get turned on by him.

you couldn’t resist him in situations like these and it’s just that a jealous jungkook wasn’t just something you got to see everyday. he is normally pretty chill, but whenever he wasn’t.. oh boy.

…you whine with that. "Jungkook.."

"Jungkook, what? now you wanna beg?" a smug grin paints his lips.

you whine as you try to squeeze your legs.

"mm-uh." he opens your legs once again. "don't even dare to take this view away from me."

"but I'm so wet.."

"I know baby. but I can't fuck you if you keep playing around when I'm so serious." he pauses and gives you a hungry daring stare. "dead serious."

"I won't let anyone else fuck me if it isn't you."

"are you sure about that?"

"one hundred percent."

"No lies?"

"No lies."

and he smiles when a finger slides through your clit up and down teasing on it. "torturing you is like torturing me.." he sighs. "fucking wet." licking his lips. "want to eat you again."

"no," you fake cry still feeling his now, moist fingers. "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

"is that so?"

"eunggg"

“you will have to keep waiting then.” he smirks before going down on you all over again.

"fuck, I love eating your pussy so much. always so wet and greedy for me." his voice’s raspy when he spits on it, just adding more into your dripping pussy. "I love making a mess out of you." he groans.

his tongue rapidly moves up and down as he adds a certain weight on it that makes you want to scream your lungs out. - making out with your clit, one finger slides caressing your folds very teasingly.

"jungkook.." you cry.

"what, baby?" he lowly breathes, eating your cunt still. just this time looking up at you.

when you look down the sight is just so fucking hot. your hands hold onto his hair as he gives you those puppy but very dominant eyes. he loves teasing you like this. he knows how much you love when he treats you like this.

"babe.." your hips thrust into his mouth. as you expose your neck to him.

jungkook leaves a slow kiss into your clit very sensually. "fuck.." he sighs as your arousal mixed with his saliva, dripped down your ass. your pussy pulsating and clenching like crazy. "what do you want?" voice raspy.

"fucking make me cum, babe. please" you whine, trying to touch your clit with your fingers the moment jungkook stopped eating you. - he takes his hands off you.

"not yet baby.. can't let you cum just yet." he sensually and very much needy bites his lower lip. piercing just shining. him very full of desire, just wanted to slide his hard dick along your wet folds. he wanting to feel you coating his length. make a mess out of you, make you beg for him to get fucked - to want him to destroy you. he wanted you to be left thinking about him only, to let you know how you were his and his only even though he was pretty sure he couldn't claim a person, neither you. but he still very much wanted to. he wanted you to scream you were his and his only. he wanted to have you whole. he also wanted to punish you for ever thinking about having help for someone else but him. is not like nobody could help you but why would you ask or need another person's help when he was right there? it made no fucking sense.

he could be seems as calm and collected from outside but his want and need into wanting to ruin you, begging for him until his name could be marked onto your skin were just fucking growing so much. he wished he could just have you like this forever.

"you make me fucking crazy. I shouldn't even be treating you like this. I should let your fucking pussy scream for me. be left untouched until it's begging for me to be touched." he murmurs, palming himself with one hand as his other one rest on your thight and his legs keep yours spread out enough to feel every blow of breeze as he constantly slaps his dick on your clit from time to time and the sticky sounds going in and out of his head made him want to devour you and swallow you whole. he felt feral, his point of possessiveness getting the best of him but fuck, you deserved this. he needed to show you to fucking behave and not say that stupid shit in front of him -or anyone- ever again. It shouldn't even be a topic of conversation at this point. It should be obvious too.

so that's why he's sliding his thick length along your slit and juices, hissing and cursing to himself a lot - closing his eyes every now and then because his desire into fucking your sopping pussy was getting into him.

"I fucking want you all to myselfㅡfuck." he moans. "I can't let nobody else see you like this." he then exhales, tilting his head back while closing his eyes. "only me.. fuck."

"I want to fuck you so bad but you don't deserve it." he tortures himself.

you cry and move your hips along him for more friction and it's so sticky between both your genitals, you feel so horny for him.

"why do you do this to me.." his lidded eyes gazes at you. "..hm?" he slaps one of your thighs. "you want me to fuck you stupid?" he takes both your legs, placing them at the side of his shoulders. "Is that what you want?" he pants, voice heavy and gone while he continues teasing his tip between your folds. "fffuck.. tell me - baby.. do you want me to fuck you so bad?"

"nngn yes.." you cry, feeling very hot and needy for him. your hips keep moving with tip and the feeling was so hot.. you were so wet it was an absolute mess down there. "babyㅡfuck. fuck me please.. fuck me." you beg.

"tell me how bad you want me to." he watches as his dick masturbates along your legs. he starts slow, later on hard when he's already starting moving his dick back and forth, pressing a bit hard on your pussy between your folds. "should I let you have it?" he scoff clicking his lips and a grin playing along. his legs also getting sticky with your arousal. "I don't think so.." he teases.

"baby please.." you arch your back, body distorting, nipples very much erect, your own hand squeezed your boob. shit, you wanted him so fucking bad. "I won'tㅡah. I won't do that again." you look at him with pleading doe eyes.

"do what?" he dares. eyes cloudy as he glances at his tip rubbing against your needy pulsating clitoris.

"ask stupid questions like that ever again." you moan as you try to open your legs but he keeps them close to his neck, adding more pressure to his dick. breathing hard.

"stupid, huh?" he rasps, chuckling a little about it. lidded eyes piercing at you. his tip moving a little more sensual and faster along your clitoris. He gives small slaps to it while he slides his tip.

It feels so good.

"mhmh-" you feel like crying, the pleasure only rising.

his cocky laugh resonating through your whole body.

"wish you’ve said that earlier.." he whispers. "because then I wouldn't be fucking losing my mind right now." pausing. "you're mine okay?" he says while introducing himself into your needy hole.

the moment he introduces himself, you’re squeezing him so hard he can barely fully put his dick in. "fuckㅡbaby, relax." jungkook opens his mouth into a gasp. "do you want me to cum now?" breathing heavier.

“nno.. but you feel so goood.” you swallow your words when you feel the leaks of your pussy. jungkook is the only person that has ever made you feel this horny.

“fuck.. baby.. how am I so lucky?” he said that one last thing more to himself than you.

after not taking it anymore he makes you ride him instead. “jump on me.” and you do. “fuck yeah, nice and hard baby.. so good..” as he holds your waist with his big hands.

eyes looking up and down your body it was as if he was admiring you. the woman he has in front of him. the perfect sculpture ever made, the hottest girl he has ever crossed his heart and eyes into. it was getting a lot so his natural reaction was to delicately examine each part of your body like how his hands fit so perfectly into your waist, they way your vagina swallowed him just right.. how wet you always were for him.. just the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wants you makes him crazy. the way you close your eyes with each jump or bite your lips giving him that pretty nasty look with a side fucked out smile he loves so much.. you were so sensual, he absolutely loved that.

“I love you so much.” he says before leaning your body against his just so he could start fucking you back and that made you scream.

“agh! mmfuck”

he was going sort of fast and deep just how you like it. the way you could feel his breathing against your neck made your nipples get harder but also because of the little rubs in had with his chest. you tried putting your boobs on his face which was a success so jungkook started to lick them or tried to because he was fucking you so fast now it was getting messy.

“I want to cum.” you say as you’re getting close.

“don’t cum like this.” he answers when he’s already flipping you stomach down, ass up. “let me see that pussy swallow my cum.” when he slaps your ass making you arch your back.

“fuck.”

you closed your legs and leaning your chest into the bed. this position making you hold your boyfriends dick a bit tighter.

he exhales with a ‘ho’ sound when he slaps your ass once again. “you just get better, hm baby?”

damn it he sounds so fucked out.

you felt so full you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!”

“fucking do it, I can’t wait neither.”

as soon as you do he starts fucking you with paused but hard and deep thrusts. your legs were shaking, it’s like he knows exactly how to get you over it. when he cums inside you, the sight of it was what made him more crazy.

“swallowing my cum just right, huh? fuck..” he squishes your ass to the point it leaves a red stain. “how you’re still so deliciously tight….”

and without noticing, you were horny once again..

if you were going to tell everything that happened that night.. you’re sure you wouldn’t handle to finish with just a few paragraphs but you could guarantee that everything that happened was worth enough to let anybody with more than their mouth open..

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Forever Winter; Treech

pairing - victor!Treech x district7!reader summary - after Treech wins the 10th Hunger Games, he returns home but he isn’t the same boy you knew before. words - 1.58k warning - allusions to suicide and depression. note - I'm so sorry this took me forever to get out, finals are coming up and I am stressing. I have a treech fic coming out on wattpad soon, so go follow me @ snowfll.

The moment his name was called in the reaping, your entire world froze. You both were 18; it being the last year there was a chance either of you were chosen to be tributes. You thought you were safe, that the two of you would be able to live the rest of your lives in peace—well, as peaceful as you can get in District 7. You were wrong—very wrong.

“Now, time for the male tribute,” the mayor called out as he stuck his hand into the second bowl. “Treech.” Everything in the district went silent; the only thing heard was your gasp, which soon turned into tears.

His eyes were on you the entire time as he walked up the stage—it felt like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. As he stood there, the weight of the impending separation hung heavy in the air. That was the last time you saw him in person; as soon as the reaping ended, he had been dragged off the stage by peacekeepers.

For the next few days, you couldn’t bring yourself to go to work; instead, you found yourself sitting in front of one of the few TVs in the district. After being told they would show the games on live television this year, you prayed to see even a glimpse of him.

When the tribute interviews came on, you were finally able to see Treech. He looked paler and skinnier than usual, and he had a sad expression on his face. Looking around, he saw the camera pointing directly at him and began to fidget with his hat, the one you had gotten him a few years prior to keep the sun out of his face when working.

He wore it every day, claiming it was his good luck charm and comfort object. You noticed he would play with the rim whenever he was nervous or he was the main focus of a conversation. Treech never liked attention—opting to hang out with you in a secluded part of the forest as opposed to being with his large group of friends.

“So, let’s talk about your life back in District 7. You’ve caught the eyes of many capital ladies in your short time here.” The man, known as Lucky, paused as the crowd began to scream for Treech. “We are all wondering, and when I say that, I mean everyone—is there a special lady waiting on you back home?”

"Uhh, there is this one girl, but we aren’t together—yet. She is amazing, truly. If there is one thing that can motivate me through the games, it would be her.” You smiled, knowing he was talking about you. He was never interested in other girls, no matter how many times they tried to get with him. Lucky thanked him before welcoming the next tribute on stage.

The following morning marked the first day of the Hunger Games, and you refused to watch; you couldn’t watch as he fought for his life. You had nightmares, starting the day he left—watching the games would just confirm everything you saw.

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When you heard the news, you were ecstatic—he did it; he won. The prospect of him returning to the district that very day filled you with a sense of exhilaration. Anticipation built as you made your way to the train station, the sound of the train arriving growing louder with each step. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of emotions—relief, nervousness, and agitation.

Although this was bound to be a happy moment, you couldn’t help but realize the lack of people who came to greet him. The only people around were the peacekeepers standing guard and his younger sister, Talia, whom you brought along as a surprise. Treech was very close with Talia; with his parents having to work all day, they were absent most of their lives. This left him to take care of both himself and his sister.

As you caught sight of him, you took notice of the train, which seemed to be one owned by the capital rather than the ones used by the districts. The condition he was in was worse than you last saw in the interview. He wore new and improved clothing that bore the unmistakable mark of Capitol fashion—his lucky hat still on his head. The scars of the arena were evident as he was bandaged up in all kinds of places.

Approaching him, you could see the fatigue etched into his features—a weariness that went beyond his physical wounds. Once he saw you, he ran into your arms, taking off his hat as his head fell into the crook of your neck.

“Everything is okay; you are safe now,” you reassured him, playing with his hair in an attempt to calm him. The weight of his exhaustion seemed to lift slightly in the security of your arms, the familiar touch offering comfort amid the distress of the games.

Talia stood nearby, her eyes wide with awe and concern. The two of you shared a glance, silently acknowledging the shared responsibility felt toward Treech’s well-being.

Gently pulling away from the embrace, Treech’s eyes met yours, filled with gratitude and longing. With a tender smile, you motioned for Talia to join in the reunion. She approached the two of you cautiously, as if afraid to ruin the moment between the older ‘couple’ in front of her. Yet, as Treech brought her into a protective hug, her smile grew—she had her brother back.

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Everything from that day on was perfect—or at least that's what it seemed like. Treech walked around with a smile on his face, like nothing ever happened. His laugh was normal; no matter how hard the day was, his symphony-like laugh always managed to cheer you up. You should’ve known something was wrong—how could you not know?

You found yourself observing him more closely, trying to distinguish the subtle shifts in his demeanor. Late at night, when the district fell silent, he was awake, wishing it was how it used to be before the games.

One evening, as the two of you walked through the familiar forests, you found the courage to check up on him. “Treech, are you really okay? I mean, with everything that went down. It’s okay if you are hiding your feelings; you can trust me."

He paused, his smile seeming to fade, before he replied, “I have a feeling I am going to feel this way forever. It’s not just a phase.”

You wondered how you hadn't seen it earlier—how the façade of normalcy had masked the emotional turmoil that lay beneath the surface. The entire time, you thought he was fine, living his life as a victor, when in reality he was breaking down.

From that moment on, your commitment to Treech deepened. Days were spent deciphering the intricate puzzles in his head. Once you started to spend the nights at his, you really noticed what was happening.

The quiet darkness of his room served as a canvas for the grim thoughts that occupied his mind. On the bed beside him, you were sound asleep as he sat restlessly against the headboard. As dawn approached, you woke up to find him in the same position he was in before he fell asleep—he was motionless.

Scared something happened to him, you shook his body, ultimately waking him up from his trance. His eyes, glazed over with a distant emptiness, gradually refocused on the room around him.

You spoke softly, the concern evident in your voice, “Treech, are you okay? What happened?”

He hesitated as if struggling to find the right words to convey the complexity of his emotions. Finally, he let out a heavy exhale, one that carried the weight of the night. “I… I don’t know. It’s just… hard, you know?” In that instant, the vulnerability in his confession broke down the wall that kept you at a distance.

Gently, you reassured him, "You don’t have to carry this burden alone. I will love you even at your darkest, so please don’t go.” You don’t know what you would do without him; his few days of absence have already taken a huge toll on you. Even while having him back, you still fall to pieces on the floor if he isn’t around.

The sincerity in your voice seemed to pierce through the fog of his inner turmoil, offering a lifeline in the face of the darkness that threatened to consume him. His hesitance around you melted away, replaced by a shared understanding that you were in it together.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me,” Treech confessed, his voice filled with the same vulnerability he had a few moments ago. “I don’t want to go. I need you more than you can imagine. You brighten up my day—like the sun shining down through the trees.” With those words, you wrapped your arms around him, drawing him into a comforting embrace.

From that day onward, your connection deepened. Your love, like the gentle rays of a summer sun, thawed at the icy remainders of his nagging memories. There were still difficult days and haunted nights, but the assurance that he wasn’t alone in the journey provided him with the power to push through. The summer sun, your sun, illuminated his path, casting away the shadows of his past and lighting up your future, where your love went beyond even the darkest of winters—his forever winter.

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mclarengf · 3 months

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la vida es tan dulce (contigo)

race day with dad!logan sargeant

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note: woooow this got out of hand quick… well, enjoy my first proper full length fic! #didntknowhowtofinish x

“come on honey, time to go,” your boyfriend calls into the hotel room, still holding the door open for your daughter.

lottie sargeant, every bit her dad’s lookalike, runs out, a tiny hand placed above the cap on her head to prevent it from falling.

you stifle a laugh at her mild panic, readjusting the purse on your shoulder as you follow her out. logan closes the door behind him and holds out his arm for you to take. lottie, seeing you’re both ready to go, leads the way to the elevator, hitting the down button as if to summon it faster.

you squeeze her hand as you step in, “are you excited, lottie baby?”

she grins up at you and nods, seemingly too happy for words.

“you’re gonna do amazing too, honey.”

logan looks up at this and shoots you a nervous smile. he’d qualified p14 the day before, a genuinely impressive result for the twisty streets of monaco.

“all thanks to my lucky charm,” he’d said afterwards, kissing the top of lottie’s head in thanks.

“i’ll just be happy if i can stay p14, y’know?” he says now, fidgeting with his watch, “at least it’s pretty tricky to overtake here.”

“daddy’s gonna win!” lottie, having regained the ability to speak now, wraps herself around logan’s leg, a hug of support. logan laughs at her blind faith and pats her head as he leads her out of the elevator and out to the street.

“thank you, baby, i’m gonna try so hard just for you, yeah?”

williams had managed to get you holed up in a hotel only a couple of blocks away from the paddocks, so you’re walking a bit slower than your family because of the heels you’re wearing, having wanted to dress up a bit for the prestigious monaco grand prix. lottie, who’s now found herself atop her dad’s shoulders, develops a system of tapping the top of his head whenever she looks back and you’re a bit too far behind for her liking, so that he stops and you get an opportunity to catch up.

although lottie’s brilliant stratagem means you get there a few minutes later than planned, you all eventually arrive at the paddock entrance. logan puts your daughter down to grab his pass as rifle around in your purse for yours.

“lottie, have you got your paddock pass?”

lottie reaches for her neck, only to find it empty and pass-less.

“mummy…” her lip wobbles and her eyes turn sad as she realises what this means.

logan stops as he’s about to scan his, already thinking of ways to get her in without a pass. she’s a kid- she’s his kid, surely it’ll be fine, right?

“oh look, darling, here it is!” you produce lottie’s pass from your bag, along with your own, and hand it to your girl on the verge of tears. instantly, she brightens and runs back over to her dad.

relieved he doesn’t have to smuggle his own daughter in, logan lifts her up so she can tap her pass on the gate, before doing the same with his own and pushing through the turnstile. you follow suit, cringing at the photo which pops up on the display.

just as logan hands lottie back over to you on the other side, a fan recognises him, and then another, and another. soon, logan’s being swarmed, and you’ve been pushed off to the side. lottie, to her credit, isn’t much disturbed by the sudden separation, but does cling to you tighter, probably for fear of being pushed away from her mum as well. logan’s head pops up above the sea of people, eyes searching for you and you gesture vaguely in the direction of the garage and hospitality areas when you spot each other. he sticks a thumbs up in the air before ducking back down to focus on autographing mementoes and taking selfies.

you’re only stopped a few times on the way to hospitality, by a couple of fans who recognise you as logan’s partner, and a few photographers, looking to snap a ‘candid’ picture of the sargeant family.

the williams team principal is engaged in a lively conversation with a few team members when you emerge on the second floor of the williams area.

as soon as he sees you, he crosses the room for a hug, greeting you with a, “how’ve you been? it feels like it’s been ages!”

“ah, you know, busy with this one always,” you return the hug and help lottie to stand on a chair.

“hello lottie!” james is ecstatic to be fawning over your daughter, “don’t you look lovely today?”

she’s dressed head to toe in williams merch, a team jersey layered over a white tutu and tiny williams-blue sneakers. her team cap is slightly askew from the journey here, but at least her pigtails seem intact for now.

“hi grandpa james,” she reaches for him to hug her, and giggles as she’s spun around in his arms.

“where’s logan?” james asks you, peeking over your shoulder to spot his missing driver.

“ah, we left him at the gates; i didn’t want lottie to freak out about the crowd.”

he hums in understanding, still holding lottie.

“it’s looking good today, you know,” he nods down to where the garage is on the floor below, “weather’s fine, car’s performing; we’ve high hopes.”

you start to reply when he’s called over by an engineer with a clipboard. he hands lottie back to you with an apology, which you wave off.

“come on baby, where do you wanna watch the race then?” you shift her weight into one arm as you free the other to fix her hat.

lottie furrows her brows in deep thought, pondering your question, then points towards the balcony.

the view from up here is incredible; you’re looking out over the pit lane and back straight of the circuit, and can see all the yachts lined up in port hercule.

just then, lottie makes a small squeak, looking down at the pit wall. you follow her gaze down to see your partner walking over to gaëtan, greeting his engineer by dapping him up and pulling him into a hug. logan’s already dressed, wearing his fireproofs and overalls, tied at the waist. the two part and start discussing something or rather— most likely the next two hours of racing.

you know the race is supposed to start soon, but if logan’s only now saying hi to gaëtan, surely you’ve still got a little while. enough time to pop down and wish your boyfriend luck, at least. you adjust lottie in your arms again and make your way downstairs.

logan’s no longer in the pit lane when you reach the garage, so you head towards the drivers’ rooms in the back. you go to knock on the door just as benny pushes it open on his way out.

“oh hello!” he smiles at you as you catch the door with your foot, but his arms are full of god-knows-what training equipment, so you forego a hug and settle for returning his smile. lottie waves at him as he goes.

“baby?” you turn your attention back to the room, hoping to see logan sprawled out on his massage table, or standing in the middle of the room stretching out. instead, he’s sat on the floor, staring at his phone.

“hey!” he gets up and takes lottie from you. she settles easily, head dropping onto his shoulder to watch her parents talk.

“how’re you feeling now, log?” you shake your arms out- lottie’s getting so big so fast- and wrap one around logan’s waist. he rests his chin on your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh.

you stand together in silence until, “i don’t wanna disappoint the team,” he mutters into your hair eventually, “i’ve finally got a good quali position and i don’t wanna fuck it up for everyone.”

he takes care to turn his head away from lottie as he swears; she’s at the age where she’s picking up words left and right.

you move your head back to look at him, taking in every detail about him; the slight bags under his eyes, the freckles dotted across his face, the 5 o’clock shadow growing in. there’s a piece of hair hanging in his eyes which you brush aside as you take his face in your hand. it’s these quiet moments you really adore, where it’s just you two (and lottie) against the world. the sargeant family. even if you’re not technically a sargeant yet.

“you’re gonna do wonderfully babe,” you smile as he leans into your touch, watch as the stress in his face leaves it. standing in front of you now isn’t logan sargeant, the american who made it to f1, or logan sargeant, the other williams driver, each version of himself burdened with massive responsibilities. right now, he’s just logan, the boy you fell in love with.

“and for what it’s worth, we’re already so proud of you, no matter how you do in the race.”

at this, lottie perks up and reaches her hand up to logan’s face too, wanting to join in. he melts at the gesture, taking her hand in his to press a kiss to her palm.

“that’s worth everything.”

he sits lottie down on the massage table to kiss you properly for the first time today, arms settling around your waist. his hand drifts lower as the kisses get lazier, and soon it’s fully rested on your bum while you exchange slow, open-mouthed kisses.

remembering where you are and your audience in the room, you pull away first, placing one more peck on logan’s lips as he pouts, wanting more.

he holds you tight as you say, “you’ve got a grand prix to race in now, handsome,” and is only incentivised to let go when you remind him how much lottie’s been looking forward to helping him get ready today.

lottie helping her daddy get ready consists of watching him pull his race suit over his shoulders and watching you zip him up. she holds his gloves out as he slips his hands into them, and then- logan’s favourite part- gives him a good luck kiss.

he’ll put his balaclava and helmet on just before he gets in the car, which lottie can’t help with today because you’re watching from upstairs.

“i love you, logan. race hard, yeah?”

you kiss him one more time before you leave, relishing in the way he doesn’t want to pull away.

“i love you too. keep your fingers crossed for me- both of you?”

lottie frowns at this; she’s not yet mastered how to cross her fingers by herself, but you laugh at her little expression and promise you’ll help her once you’re upstairs.

pre-race rituals complete, you tug her away from daddy and return to hospitality.

logan gets a good start when the lights go out, though a slow reaction from an aston martin ahead means he has to swerve to avoid a huge crash. he manages an overtake on kevin magnussen through the chicane, earning cheers throughout the room, and no doubt from the garage below too.

the race ends with logan p13, but after zhou guanyu gets a 5-second penalty for leaving track limits, he finds himself in p12.

logan’s post-race radio plays from the tv playing sky sports f1, “-good race today guys, thanks for helping me not look so bad in front of my daughter,” he laughs.

crofty is saying something in response but lottie, already ecstatic because of the energy in the room, has stolen your attention by squirming happily in your arms as she hears her daddy talking about her on tv. you decide to take her back into the paddock so she can run around and let off some steam.

logan’s in the media pen when lottie spots him, and, full of excitement, she slides her hand out of yours and is halfway to him by the time you can react.

“-yeah, really happy,” you hear him say before he’s interrupted, “oh-? what are you doing here, baby girl?”

he picks her up and looks around for you, smiling when he finds you.

“and who’s this gorgeous girl? is this who you were trying to impress in the car today, logan?” the interviewer- thank god- doesn’t seem annoyed by the intrusion, and instead welcomes it, holding the mic up to lottie, awaiting her answer.

“i’m lottie,” your girl says brightly, “my daddy’s the best racer in the whole world!”

logan, the interviewer, and logan’s press officer all laugh at this, while lottie smiles proudly. logan takes the opportunity to carefully adjust the williams cap on lottie’s head, which has been knocked askew from her running.

“lottie, do you want to be a racer like your dad?”

logan angles her away from the mic before she can answer.

“oh, let’s not get those ideas in her head yet. she’s already a handful without the stress of karting and racing right now.”

this earns another laugh from the interviewer, thoroughly amused by father and daughter. the rest of the interview is uneventful due to lottie preoccupying herself with waving at the other drivers as they travel around the pen.

logan makes a beeline for you when he’s released.

“hi baby,” he lets lottie down and scoops you up just as quick.

“i’m so proud of you, log. for real.”

he says nothing, enjoying the moment, though you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck as he stays holding you up. you’re accutely aware of some people stopping around you and filming, but you’re just focussed on being with logan and lottie. your family.

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #dad!logan sargeant #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #williams f1 #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula 1 fluff #formula 1 x reader #ls2 #ls2 x reader #williams racing #f1 fanfic #x reader #logan sargeant imagine #mclarengf #gf writes!

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lsd-astronaut · 2 months

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Hello!! I hope you don’t mind me asking but could you do a fluffy Crowley x Demon!reader x Aziraphale fic (or headcanons)??

Maybe something like what it’s like all being in a relationship together?

(Also if it’s not too much to ask can the reader use a cane to walk around? Maybe because of something relating to when they fell and became a demon? If not that’s okay!!!)

First of all, I love you and I could kiss you in the mouth right now. I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THAT CROWLEY WOULD HAVE CHRONIC PAIN BC OF THE FUCKING FALL. I refuse to believe for one moment that you can fall all the way from Heaven, land on the ground and be all “hey guys i’m fine!”

Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley

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Warnings: chronic pain, but nothing else, this is just good old fluff

• You were an archangel along with Crowley, with the same obligations in making the cosmos✨ so you both met Aziraphale at the same time

• When Azi told you both that the project was destined to close in a few thousand years, you were the one that proposed to fill a complain to God (and crowley seconded you)

• Cue a war and a Fall later, Crowley and you are in Hell, but in different departments so you don’t see each other much

• In fact, you didn’t see Azi and Crowley for the first time since the Fall until the crucifixion of Jesus

• You stood beside them in silent reverence to this poor soul lost for all of humanity

• “What sort of mother would wish this fate upon her own kin?” Crowley and Azi turned to you with confused expressions (although Crowley gained a lot of respect for that comment hehe)

• After some idle conversation, and Crowley convincing Aziraphale not to just smite you right there and then, you three decide to traverse the world

• Centuries pass, and Crowley and you stay around humans (you love their way of living, and he likes children so everyone wins)

• You like to read everything you can get your hands on, to Crowley’s chagrin

• “Now I have two bookworms. What have I done to deserve this?”

• It’s circa the year 1000, in the new continent that these curious people called Vikings have discovered, when Crowley and you decide to experiment a human thing that you had wanted to try for a long time

• Your first kiss is messy, and there are more teeth than anything else; besides Crowley insists it feels slimey

• However, she can’t help but to accept he got a bit aroused by it

• Practice makes better, as they say, and so you do

• Although you spend the most time with Crowley, your relationship with Aziraphale also evolves throughout the years

• The “we have a mutual but I still don’t like you” to “maybe I do care about you” pipeline, if you want

• You take him to all kind of food places and bookstores, and he warms up to you a lot

• Introducing him to classical music was your proudest moment, and also the pettiest as Crowley had crossed you a bit beforehand

• The first time you kiss Aziraphale (or rather, he does), is one time you both were a bit tipsy during a masquerade ball in Paris in the 18th century

• He is a bit unexperienced but he gets the hang out of it really quick

• The three of you “confess” to each other in 1941, after the magic show fiasco

• Crowley looks nonchalant but you can see behind his eyes, he was worried sick he would be separated from both of you

• You make sure to give him extra cuddles that night

• Fast forward to 2008 and you work in Warlock’s house along with Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis, you being Warlock’s governess (like this is the fucking 1800s or smth lmao)

• It is at this time that the two of them notice you limping a bit every day after all chores have been done

• You insist that it is nothing and that you are perfectly capable of walking

• However, Ashtoreth happens to see you during one of your bad flares

• She immediately helps you to sit down on the bed, and looks at you expecting an explanation

• Her no-nonsense glare deters you from making up an excuse so you tell her the whole truth

• When you had fallen, you hadn’t landed correctly and had broken your legs on impact

• Miracles hadn’t done the full job and so you had been forced to endure the pain of the bones repairing themselves not quite right

• You had learned to mask the pain after centuries of practice but some days were just worse than others

• The next day, Ashtoreth gifts you a cane adorned with a snake head with little wings

• You proudly use it every day forward

• After the Second Coming, the three of you go to live in South Downs, finally able to be yourselves together

• There is still so much stuff to learn about everything, but you’re immortal and you are not alone, so why the hurry?

• As the sun sets on the horizon, you lean your head on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he reads one of Jane Austen’s books, and Crowley’s head is on your lap, already snoring softly

• You will be okay

I just wanted to say, I’m sorry if this is not what you asked for exactly as it is my first time writing for these two and I haven’t written either in two years so I feel I’m very rusty. I forgot ab the chronic pain until almost at the end, and I talk more about the history of you relationship than the actual relationship in itself lmao

Still, I hope you like it!

#good omens #good omens x reader #good omens fanfiction #good omens headcanons #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader x crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale

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jackhues · 1 month

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request: sid at bee's high school graduation

requested by: @abbycole :)

bee peered through the curtains, trying to find her dad.

she was prepped in her graduation robe and cap over her dress, with her hair braided down her back - courtesy of the stylist she had for years.

it was finally the day of her high school graduation, which might not seem important to most people, but it was special for her. and her dad. it meant that the two of them made it this far. and it meant that they were going to be separated soon. with bee going all the way to california to study at stanford... it wasn't going to be easy.

but today, they didn't have to think of that. it was a day to celebrate and not think of the future and how little time they'd have left.

and then she saw her dad, sitting right up at the front row, making polite conversation with some of the dads around him, but she could tell he wanted to ignore them. he was just too nice for that.

bee snapped her head up at the sound of her name, before straightening up. she made her way across the stage, stopping by the principle and taking the diploma from her.

"congratulations," she smiled at bee, "you're going to great things, i know it."

"thank you," bee smiled back, unafraid of that statement. she was going to do great things, it was time she realized it.

she posed for a few pictures, laughing a little as she saw her dad ignore the other guys trying to talk to him (and maybe sneak an autograph). he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of bee, giving her a thumbs up as she continued across the stage and down the stairs.

she waved at her dad once more, before rushing back to her seat to watch the rest of the ceremony. she clapped dutifully as every graduate was announced, even cheering as some of her friends walked down.

the ceremony zipped right past and the next thing she knew, her name was being called on to give the valedictorian speech.

she made her way to the stage again, smiling a little at everyone clapping and some of her friends cheering her on.

taking a deep breath, she began her speech. she talked about school and how she'd cherish the memories. stressing over her exams and tests, laughing with her friends in the hallways, winning games and celebrating by going to the mall afterwards. because that's what they were now: memories. she thanked her grandparents and her aunt, and then all of her 'uncles' who helped out - causing a few of them in the crowd to hoot in response.

"but most of all, i'd like to thank my dad," she looked up at him in the crowd. he was teary eyes and smiling, but bee knew he was proud of her. "everything i've done, he's supported me and loved me, more than two parents ever could. i wouldn't be here today, giving you all this lovely speech, if it wasn't for him. i may be his number one fan, but he's my biggest in return. thanks dad."

she finished off her speech with a few more words, before making her way down the stage. she took a detour to where her dad was sitting (how could she not), giving him a big hug.

"i'm so proud of you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. she was wearing her heels, making them nearly the same height.

bee smiled at that, realizing just how much she'd grown - they'd both grown - over their time together. she really wouldn't have been here if it weren't for him.

they'd have the summer together, at least.

#buttercup's world! au #naqia's au's!#naqia writes!#dad!sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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peaceloveandf1 · 1 year

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Soft Launch pt.2

part 1

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

Summary: yn and Lance have been contemplating announcing their relationship for the past month. With paparazzi taking pictures left and right it’s bound to get out. Yn and her husband have been going through a long divorce and Abu Dhabi is the perfect way to celebrate finalizing it.

Pairing: Lance Stroll x reader

warnings: none

rating: PG-13

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“You almost ready babe?”, I heard Lance call from somewhere in the hotel room. “Yeah, I’m coming”, I called shoving the back of my earring on and walking out of the bathroom to find Lance sitting on the bed looking absolutely amazing in his black suit.

“Woah…you look. Shit you look good” he smirked standing up, placing his hands on my hips. I roll my eyes and put my hands on his chest, “you don’t look too bad yourself”, I giggled, leaning in to kiss him. His hands begin to creep lower towards my butt as he starts to deepen the kiss. I reluctantly pull away from him, stopping whatever he’s planning. “Lance..” I began, “we have somewhere to be”. He huffed as I walked away and began to slip on my heels. “Dinner can wait. Can it not?”,he suggested. “No it can’t. We have a reservation and we’re meeting Chloe and Scotty.” I rolled my eyes again and grab my purse as he gives in and walks towards the door.

In the elevator I start to wring my hands, praying the paparazzi don’t catch us leaving the hotel. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Lance asked, pulling my hand into his. “I dunno. Maybe I shouldn’t have posted those pictures. I mean I’m just scared people are going to think I was cheating. I mean no one knows it’s been 10 months and now it’s finalized….they think we’re just separated”.

News of my separation had just been broken despite my divorce being finalized last month. My ex husband and I chose to keep the divorce quite for our son but it’s been harder and harder to keep it hidden since I started seeing Lance. We are both well known in our respective worlds, he’s an accomplished racer in formula 1 and I am an award winning singer-songwriter so the spotlight is nothing new. But hiding from it has certainly proved difficult so after 3 months we decided to do what my comms team called a “soft launch” with subtle nods to each other on our Instagram accounts.

“It’s okay. No one is going to see us. I promise. And no one knows that we were in each other’s pictures.” Lance said trying to comfort me as the elevator chimed, signaling we reached the ground floor. “I feel bad we’re still hiding it though”, I sighed stepping out of the elevator turning towards him. “We can start dropping more hints if you want?” He suggested, brows raised. “Nothing big but technically you’re single now….so you can see whoever you want” he said, opening the door for me as I got in.

Leaning back against the leather seat, I nodded my head. “I think I’m just over thinking it.” I laughed. Lance’s laughter flooded my ears, “I think you’re right babe. Just relax and do what you want”.

The car stopped infront of the steakhouse and thankfully there were no paparazzi outside. Lance opened the door and took my hand as we began walking into the restaurant.

Chloe and Scotty were sat in the very back of the steakhouse and embraced us both immediately. “Hi kiddos” Scotty joked as we sat down opposite them. “Hi guys! How’ve you been?” I inquired as the waiter brought the bottle of wine Chloe ordered for the table. “Good! We were so happy we could make it to the race.” Scotty chimed in. “I’m so happy you could make it too” Chloe added placing her hand over mine. “Aww thanks Chlo, it’s great to see all of you” I said squeezing her hand.

Our dinner went amazing. The wine and conversations were both flowing and an atmosphere of peacefulness surrounded us. “You know they absolutely adore you” Lance said to me in the car back to the hotel. I laughed, “that’s reassuring. And you know my family feels the same about you” I whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek. The past three months with him have made up for the almost two years of heartbreak I felt. He’s the one that I finally feel content with.

“I’ve been thinking” I said as we stepped into the elevator. “Oh no” Lance joked as he wrapped and arm around my waist. “Ha ha.” I laughed sarcastically, “but I’m serious. I really feel bad about hiding us. I shouldn’t care what people think about me.” I sighed, leaning into him just as the elevator dinged. “I don’t want to do anything crazy but I’m just gonna say fuck it and do whatever.”

“So you’re saying you don’t care if people see us?” Lance asked, pushing open the door to our room. “Well kinda, maybe not see us but if the rumors fly I’m not going to let it get to me” I explained. “Fuck. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that” he laughed, pulling me into a deep kiss as we closed the door.

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You mentioned previously that Bell's Hells going to Yios earlier in the story or starting from there (I don't remember which) would've fixed most of early campaign issues. Could you elaborate on that? Which issues would it have fixed and how?

Hi anon, sure! It was going to Yios before Bassuras, but I actually have two separate pitches after talking through this with some people: Either have them go to Yios, or, alternately, get rid of Yu (either to show up later or, frankly, Erika can and has played far better characters).

The issues to be addressed:

general lack of party interactions. I've covered this before but basically...bonding is a subjective and nebulous term so I'm deliberately not using it, but there is, objectively, a culture in this campaign of doing far fewer check-ins, group conversations that aren't "what do we do next" or rehashing the same theological discussion, taking watch together/having conversations before bed, or just...little moments, honestly, than compared to the past two. I think this is because the foundation was not laid earlier, and, indeed, may have been disrupted.

pacing. the Bassuras arc is an overstuffed slog with no real wins and two entirely externally driven missions, both of which go rather badly. I say this as a person who advises people to still watch the first 27 episodes of Campaign 1 and who refuses to give C1 and C2 abridged versions: I would happily put together a "what to watch and what to skip" for C3.

related to the above, infodumping. It is somewhat unavoidable in this campaign, but chunks of the Bassuras arc and then, much of the Yios arc, are just Grim Verity Wizard or Fey Says Things About The Apogee Solstice At Bells Hells.

The fact that Otohan Thull holds the dubious distinction of being the most deadly villain CR has had, while having said about 10 lines total of which zero were remotely interesting. Everything that is intriguing about her is, well, infodumping that has ultimately been entirely irrelevant to the plot.

Letting the party choose where to go next rather than sending them directly to Bassuras after the Heartmoor would likely have sent them either to Yios or to where the Gorgynei are, on their way to Yios; those were the two main hooks. (A third is the caravan for which Cyrus Wyvernwind was blamed for the robbery, and if the party followed that hook, one could very easily have the trail lead to Yios.) This would not have been on business for Eshteross, so it would have likely been slow travel. The party had already shown some promise in the Heartmoor and on their journey there so this would have kept up that momentum of taking watch together, sharing information with each other, and making decisions on their own steam, without a guiding patron. I think it would have laid that stronger foundation of a culture of, well, talking to each other, by giving that nascent 20s and 30s episode period far more time to breathe. Upon arriving in Yios, they already knew to seek out the Grim Verity and Kadija Sumal; the same exact outcome could have occurred. The one major wrinkle is Ludinus, but that could be set in Bassuras, with him coming to talk to Otohan (thus introducing him and giving a much richer insight into the Vanguard generals' dynamic). The party wandering around a city themselves and learning of Liliana and the Vanguard and perhaps getting hints of the Grey Assassins would set the groundwork of the core apogee solstice plot. You could even, and this is very much a hindsight is 20-20 situation, have Planerider Ryn give them some sort of favor a la J'mon Sa'Ord - use this sending stone and I'll come get you out of a sticky situation, with a price (the price being destroying the Feywild Malleus Key). You could also achieve the lore drops from Ira here; either move him here or have someone else show them a telescope that has been enchanted to see the city. And, of course, you could have Otohan in Imogen's dreams.

While in Yios, having had some time to get their bearings as a party and to more slowly lay out the moon plot, you could then have Eshteross have someone message them or send word via the airship that Treshi has escaped prison and fled to Bassuras, etc etc, please infiltrate the Paragon's Call. From there you could run it roughly as before, with the party having more information about the Vanguard and the Paragon's Call as a front for it and thus acting with more subtlety and caution and giving the party more time to interact with Otohan so that she possessed literally any interesting features that weren't just told to us out of character. Honestly I think saving Yu for later in the campaign would still be wise (or playing a different character but honestly, introducing Yu on the moon as a disgruntled Zathuda underling? could have been great) but I think the party and the plot would have been better able to accomodate them. It's worth keeping in mind that by the time Yu left (episode 29), there had been a guest in over half the campaign's episodes. No shade to Dorian, who I think was great, but the party needed some time to readjust and figure out who they were.

In Bassuras, the party could then have Ryn as their Otohan Fight Hail Mary should that come up, which would send them to the Feywild, and things would proceed from there roughly as they did before;

Which brings me to option 2, which is that actually, I think just not having Yu there would have done wonders. Think about how much time the party spent talking to them and their story instead of like...to each other. There were some good early conversations on the ship over and their first night in the city! And then they spent most of their time in Taste of Tal'Dorei talking about someone who, ultimately, served to introduce Fearne's parents and nothing else. Imagine if they'd just...talked with each other.

In this scenario, I'd have the party focus on FCG and Ashton's connections. I think you could have introduced the Calloways later, in the Feywild (in this scenario the Yios arc still unfolds roughly as it did, so just...have them there at Morri's the way they were there in episode 78), but if you did want to include that, you could have just had Imahara Joe notice that Fearne looked a lot like Birdie and say something, since going to Joe's would be easy to guide the party into doing. You also, by focusing more on FCG and Ashton, could explore the culture of Bassuras and the Stratos Throne and therefore actually get a sense of what "Legend of the Peaks" actually means.

As before, I really think having Yu show up either as the party made their way to the Feywild Malleus Key, or on the moon, would be a much better showcase for the character and would fit the story better. As is, we learned nothing about Zathuda from them other than that he exists; the Moontide Crown was yet another MacGuffin in The MacGuffin Slog and as discussed Ira's role could have been achieved in Yios (he also could have shown up causing problems at the Material Plane Malleus Key to establish the enemy of my enemy is my friend so that he could be in the same position as the moon mission); and the Calloways could easily have been introduced by Joe or when the party went to the Feywild.

I also really think you could just save all the infodumping for Yios; I think one giant lore drop would have been stronger than two decently sized ones. Naturally I still think going to Yios first would be more graceful, but truly, just a little more breathing room in Bassuras would have done so much.

As an aside: I think one thing that would have mitigated the pacing of Bassuras/Whitestone is, well, not going to Whitestone. In the Yios-first model, theoretically they would go to the Feywild (perhaps Morri could bring people back had that been necessary, which would have been fun as hell to explore) but in the Bassuras w/o Yu scenario, Whitestone would still be an option. Now, what's done is done. However, I do want to point out, if any Crown Keepers fans are in the audience, I strongly suspect that the Jiana Hexum connection not being leveraged in favor of going to Whitestone is a major factor in the Crown Keepers not coming into the story, because the hook for them was via Cyrus being sought after by Jiana and they went with Keyleth.

Obviously this is D&D! As mentioned above, hindsight is 20-20, Monday morning quarterbacks are a day too late, and so forth. I still think that a session zero would have also been very helpful (not the typical CR main campaign "play out a scenario with your pre-existing companions," but one like they showed for Daggerheart and for the various Candela seasons; I have separate thoughts about how the screen test strategy vs. a more traditional session zero has twice now had less than impressive results). But either of these changes would, I think, have made it a much stronger campaign.

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feral-sylki · 5 months

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“Her name was Sylvie”

“Because we’re the same”

“See? We’re both selfish”

These three quotes have attached themselves to my brain and won’t let go and so I’m gonna chatter about them because I have so many thoughts and look. I am quite aware there is a focus on Sylvie with these. I can’t help it, she’s my favourite, her tragic backstory, insane grin and absolute commitment to her beliefs have captivated me

Okay so first one: “Her name was Sylvie.” Loki, with the very real possibility she’s been killed, holding the line for her. The identity she forged for herself, the escapism and the rebellion and the individuality that’s so important to her, he not only respects, but holds the line for her. You fell for yourself; no, because she isn’t me, she’s Sylvie. He cares for her, he fell for Sylvie, the fierce woman who teases him and challenges him and fights for life with everything she’s got. And he does reach Mobius. Mobius plays it off mockingly during the interrogation “is that with an ie or just an i?” but he remembers it and he uses it. He says to Ravonna, “Why didn’t you let me interrogate Sylvie?” Like it’s so important to have someone who cares, someone in your corner. There’s so much packed into four words

“Because we’re the same.” The flip side of the individuality is the fact that they are variants of each other and that’s such a fascinating and important and beautiful part of the narrative. Sylvie violently establishes her individuality and separateness from the Loki conglomerate at the beginning, but she choses to reassure Loki that he can do it by using their sameness. Like seriously I cannot express how amazing that character development is there. She’s now so much more comfortable in her identity because of him. Because of him, Loki, fresh off the sacred timeline, who was meant to “cause pain and suffering and death” only, he has helped her feel more comfortable in her own skin, by caring and just being himself. That’s awesome. And it’s also romantic as hell. Win win

“See? We’re both selfish.” Painful. Devastating. Beautiful. Harder to pin down why I like it so much because I haven’t had two years to chew on it yet but here we go let’s see. Ok so: it’s an extension of the we’re the same module, and even estranged from him, she’s still willing to accept what he and she share. There’s still care there; it isn’t what they had in season one, but it’s there all the same. She was horrified by the timeslipping and concerned for him, so, she takes him drinking. That’s my hedonistic girl. But the point being that she sees him in pain and is trying to care for him, in her way. So, we get there, conversation, and we get to the other thing that’s fascinating about it: at the time Sylvie owns the “you’re so selfish” when it’s thrown at her like “of course I’m selfish, I want a life, what’s wrong with wanting something?” which is amazing, because I really do love a character who is not only willing to admit to selfishness, but embraces it, owns it, takes pride in it, even. Like fuck yeah that’s my girl. But but but, and here’s the sticker: with this line “See? We’re both selfish.” we see that maybe it did get under her skin, the way that only he can really hurt her like this, precisely because of how much she cares for him, this vulnerability that she has with him, one of the few people who she’s taken down her walls before. But she also can see how low and rough the spot he’s in is right now and she cares about him and wants to help him, so it could be argued she’s using it like she used their sameness to reassure him last season. She says “we’re both selfish” in the same breath that she told him being selfish isn’t bad; so essentially: it’s ok, Loki, it’s okay to want things, we both wants things, it’s normal

So yeah, I’m completely normal about these characters this show and these quotes

#Loki series #loki #sylvie laufeydottir #okay so this was like a multi paragraph I love Sylvie post huh?#oh well I enjoyed writing it #sylki #pro sylvie #loki series positivity #I did think of the you can’t trust and I can’t be trusted but honestly that’s a whole other post

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whisperofthehxart · 1 year

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Late Spring

1/?

Warnings: childhood friends and angst

Word Count: ~1200

In which you spend your childhood chasing after a boy and when he finally starts chasing after you.

You’re six years old when you meet the Itoshi family. Your families apparently having been long time friends but were separated as your parents took their careers abroad.

While conversation amongst the adults flows easily, your accented Japanese confuses the Itoshi brothers. Until finally you grow tired of trying and make your way away from the patio set in the backyard and walk towards the soccer ball in the grass. Though the black and white ball has certainly seen better days, it offers you the first chance at a connection with the two boys who finally seem to understand the terms and phrases you’re saying.

When you’re eight, the language barrier between the three of you no longer exists and the Itoshi brothers’ are your closest friends. You see Rin in school and on the weekends when Sae isn’t busy with his club sports, he teaches you to juggle alternatively with your feet and knees. In the end, all the practice is to no avail.

You’re always just slightly behind the two budding geniuses.

At the age of ten, you watch every one of Rin’s games that you can make it too. You sit as close to field as possible, Rin’s parent and yours sitting some distance behind you as they too spectate.

On occasion Sae is beside you, taking mental notes of his brother’s performance and making small comments. At this point, everything he says makes sense. You might lack the physical skill to play the sport, but you understand gameplay as it unfolds before you.

When Rin’s team wins both of you are congratulating him. There’s a smile on each one of your faces.

One day, when you’re twelve, Sae just isn’t there anymore.

You’re left in the lurch, confused as to how it is exactly that such a close friend could have left and not told you.

Of course, now you know he’s gone off to play for a professional youth team in Spain.

Everything else remains the same. You still share classes with Rin, you hang out after school and see him at events between your families. Outside of school, his feet seem to be in constant contact with a ball dribbling as he listens to you talk, he occasionally asks you to repeat something.

“Promise you won’t ever leave like that.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, never mind.”

When you’re fifteen, you and Rin go to different high schools. You somehow manage to make it to his games. And on the occasion that he doesn’t have practice he picks you up from school before you both walk together to the park.

You no longer ask him to slow down, when he paces a few feet ahead of you (eager to arrive to the park where he can practice). Instead, you move faster to meet his steps, but still lagging behind.

Light conversation ensues about classes and upcoming movie releases. Promises are made to watch a psychological thriller that’s just come out together (even if it most likely won’t happen).

The New Year comes and goes and you spend less and less time with Rin.

He admits that in order to play the type of soccer that he and Sae promised to play, he needs more time without distractions.

You want to offer meeting him at the park instead of having him walk you, but your shot down before you can even try to get the words out.

“I think it’s best that it really be just me.”

Rin devotes himself entirely to soccer.

For three weeks your texts have been delivered and read without response.

The last time you spent this long without talking to Rin was when you were seven and he told you that your favorite soccer player was the worst striker ever. He’d been particularly harsh and made you cry with that statement. Back then your parents and teachers had been left deeply confused as to why the two of you refused to speak to each other.

The issue had only been resolved after Sae intervened.

“It doesn’t matter who your favorite striker is right now, cause I’ll be the next.”

With that a weeks’ worth of animosity that stood between you and Rin was ended by the desire to meet Sae on his level.

However, this situation is far different. There hasn’t been an actual argument between the two of you and the last time you spoke he’d been uncharacteristically kind by offering to treat you to a trip to your favorite bakery in a week’s time.

Out of desperation, you decide to brave the near winter weather and meet him at the park.

Yesterday’s snowfall decorates the path onto the field. Rin’s back is to you and he seems to be running his own drills, cones scattered throughout the field.

You study his form until there’s a break in his work, only then calling out his name.

There is no response and you continue to approach as he picks back up on practice.

You’re a few feet away now, but he continues to ignore you.

“Rin-chan, you haven’t answered my mess—”

“Stop.”

Despite the layers you’re wearing a chill runs down your spine, had he meant to be so cold?

A moment passes in silence.

You begin to feel your fingertips burn as they’re bitten by the air.

Rin turns in your direction not looking at you, but past you.

“I don’t need some mediocre extra trying to distract me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You feel your cheeks warm up and heels dig into the ground.

“Exactly what I said.”

The person you see before you is not Rin, it can’t be.

“Stop being such an ass, I came here to see if you were alright.”

He sneers at your words.

“You think I did any of it by accident? Take a hint.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes.

Rin only continues, “What, you expect me to apologize?”

There’s a spite in his words you’ve never heard.

“You were going to find out eventually, might as well be now.”

Some part of you is trying not to laugh.

“Stop wasting my time.”

It finally comes out like a choked bark and you stare at the sky hoping the tears might stop.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but don’t try to talk to me unless you’re apologizing.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

By the time you get home, your cheeks are stained with tears and your hands have not stopped shaking.

Your parents eventually learn to stop bringing up Rin.

You don’t actually see him until the following January, broadcasted on TV with the rest of Blue Lock team competing against the U-20. It’s the first time you see Sae since his last interviews in fall.

Something about it all pains you.

Rin is steps closer to his dream and the only thing you can bring yourself to do is change the channel.

At eighteen, when you’re packing away your childhood room before heading off to university, you come across a box of collected photos, player cards, and ticket stubs. When the first tear drops, you pack it all away and stuff it in the corner of your closet. Stacking everything else you reasonably could over it.

And as you sob for the first time since that fated day, you promise yourself it’ll be the last time you shed a tear over Itoshi Rin.

#bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock #itoshi rin x reader

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thedeerman · 15 days

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RadioApple Fic:

Do You Want To Know?

Ch3: Wonder

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

The evening comes and goes without any real events. Cherri was in charge of dinner and ordered some Chinese food. Honestly, Lucifer loved fried rice and mei fun so it was a win as far as he was concerned. No one else seemed to have complained either, and everyone eventually went their separate ways for the evening. The next morning however, one of the first things Lucifer thinks of is the letter exchange. Before he even gets out of bed, he wonders who wrote the letter he’s going to receive, and… His eyes snap to the envelope on his desk. Alastor… Why did it have to be Alastor? He hated even having to think about the guy. Thinking of Alastor led to thinking about Alastor’s relationship with Charlie. And that always led him down a dangerous path of frustration and self hatred. Not something he felt like unpacking yet again, not first thing in the morning.

Lucifer had stopped wearing his full coat and hat around the hotel recently, wanting to take on a more ‘casual’ appearance. It was for both himself and the new guests, and he’d started to like being able to walk into a room without all eyes leading to him. He could never lurk in the shadows the way Alastor does but- Lucifer blinked. Why is he still thinking about Alastor? Is it just that he’s the only one in the hotel that Lucifer truly dislikes, or is it because his interactions with him are some of the only genuinely interesting things that happen to him here? Most days, Lucifer can go hours without paying much attention to anything or anyone around him. He’d spent so much time alone, so many years without other souls to interact with on such a regular basis. As a result now, he tends to get lost in his own thoughts. Mind always drifting from one thought to another, to another, and then another… And before he knew it, he’d be so far from the original conversation happening around him that he could hardly get back. This is part of the problem with group therapy. There are very few, very few voices that would catch his attention every single time. That he could truly focus on, even if just for a moment. Charlie was one, of course. Her voice could bring him back from the farthest depths of his wandering mind with ease. The only other soul that’s been able to get his attention like that in recent memory was… Yep, Alastor.

Lucifer shook his head, willing his distractible mind to wander no further. Downstairs, coffee, morning meeting. Simple. He desperately needed a caffeine boost. He stuffed the envelope with the letter for Alastor into his pocket and started down the long hallway towards the center of the hotel.

Alastor was the first up and around this morning. Unlike the previous day, he was up bright and early and making a pot of coffee before anyone else was awake. He downed a cup, washed and replaced the mug, and decided to spend a bit of time wandering the less traveled halls. These were halls he rarely used, and some that he hadn’t even seen yet. He wasn’t part of the construction, of course. He had still been recovering after his fight with Adam. Adam… Alastor suddenly steadies himself against the wall as he mentally relives the moment that he was struck down by the first man. The images flashed again and again in his mind and he was completely incapable of stopping it. The shadow on the wall frowned at Alastor’s state and attempted to drag the demon into the shadows, to escape from the hallway, back to the safety of his own room. A sound coming from the end of the hall, however, caught Alastor’s attention, pulling his mind from the onslaught of brutal flashbacks and back into the present. The shadows released their grip as Alastor quickly recovered, his typical smile falling into place as he brushed wrinkles from his coat. By the time Lucifer turned the corner into the same hallway, Alastor was already resuming his walk like nothing had happened.

Lucifer was on his way down to the meeting room from his tower when he felt something odd. He stopped for a moment, trying to place the strange aura that suddenly caught his attention. It felt.. Uncomfortable. With a touch of panic. Lucifer had a sixth sense for this, having been an archangel and all. But his wandering mind usually didn't pick up on much unless it was something pretty intense. There were plenty of new, heavily traumatized sinners starting to stay at the hotel, so this wasn’t an entirely uncommon occurrence. But something about this one seemed a bit more familiar.

He decided it probably wasn’t anything to worry about and kept on down the hallway. The feeling remained for several moments, and distracted Lucifer enough that he tripped right over his own two feet. He landed clumsily on the floor, his wings coming out just a moment too late to catch him. Nice, he thinks. Taking the whole ‘fallen’ angel thing a bit too literally… Lucifer picks himself up, tucks away his wings and dusts off his shirt, continuing down the long, empty hall. Except when he makes a turn around the corner that would bring him to the main staircase, it isn’t empty anymore. Lucifer tries not to stumble over himself in surprise at seeing Alastor on this side of the hotel… What’s he even doing over this way..? He doesn’t bother to ask. The angel takes a moment to wonder if they’ve had a single non confrontational interaction…ever. He doesn’t like the radio demon. The radio demon doesn’t like him. But this was his daughter’s hotel and she could really use some peace of mind. So he makes the decision right then and there not to start anything, not to let Alastor start anything. Just… Walk past him. Just walk past him.

And he’s on his way to doing just that when he notices something… A shadow. He’d seen Alastor’s weird, semi autonomous shadow…thing.. But it always seemed to be reflecting whatever the demon himself seemed to be doing. Now, it seems.. Upset? Frazzled? Unhappy? Lucifer’s pace slowed just a tad, his mind suddenly wondering what could cause such an odd being to be upset. What does a shadow stress over? Lights? At that moment, he glanced up to the demon as he passed by. His smile was the same big wide creepy thing that it always was, but his eyes… They were wide with what Lucifer could only guess was panic, despite nothing out of the ordinary happening around them. He looked like a deer in headlights. Ha, I’m so funny, the angel thinks to himself. But what the radio demon was worrying about wasn’t his problem. He kept walking, not letting his mind be turned into another Alastor induced mess. Downstairs. Coffee. Morning meeting. At the end of the hallway he realized he had done it, he walked past Alastor! What a… ridiculous thing to celebrate. Oh well, low expectations lead to less disappointment, after all! The king whistled a happy little tune as he made his way downstairs and to the kitchen, where a fresh pot of coffee was thankfully ready.

The morning meeting was brief, mostly just going over everyone's tasks for the day. On the way in, Charlie took each resident’s envelope and marked the appropriate names on them. At the end of the meeting, Vaggie handed them out, along with a new envelope and piece of paper. Lucifer spent the entire meeting focusing on not looking at Alastor. He didn’t want the demon to know that he was the one assigned to write to him, and he didn’t want him to know that he spent a considerable amount of time this morning thinking about his odd shadow creature and how it worked. Damn, why do my thoughts always end up leading to this asshole? Lucifer frowned to himself, lost in his own mind again on his way back to his room. He decided he wasn't feeling up to any more chance encounters and decided to just teleport himself.

Back in the comfort of his own room, Lucifer decides to open his letter. He’s actually nervous about what might be in it for some reason. I just want these people to like me, he thinks nervously. He tears the envelope with his name open and drops it to the floor. The paper inside is neatly folded into a perfect square. Lucifer opens the letter and reads the contents.

“Name two things about your person that you admire and why.”

One thing I admire about this person is his raw power. It has a lot of potential. Another thing I admire is his determined unwillingness to back down from a challenge.

Lucifer reads the lines over and over again, wondering if the sender was being truthful. If whoever got his name was too afraid to be honest with the king of hell and decided to go with something simple and believable. Or… it was also a possibility that whoever got his name genuinely believed that these were both true and admirable qualities. The fallen angel smiled. A genuine, happy smile. Someone… this person! This person admires my stubborn refusal to back down from a challenge? Lucifer laughed. It was the very thing that got him kicked out of heaven. His stubbornness. His pride. His sins. And yet, whoever wrote this note, they saw it as an admirable trait. He laughed again, the thought of his biggest flaws being any sort of positive? Ha! No. He appreciated the sentiment, but no.

He gently folded the paper back into the square shape it was before and set it on his desk. Next to it, he placed down the paper with the new writing prompt. The one he has to write to Alastor. He once again remembered his frustration at having to think about him at all, but his thoughts quickly turned to this morning, before everyone else was awake. When something felt off in the hallway and the shadow looked upset and the sinner’s eyes looked like a wild animal staring death in the face and why why why can’t he just stop wondering about it?

Lucifer leans back in his chair and wonders for the millionth time why his mind can’t settle down. No sense letting this take all day… He picks up his pen and looks at the paper Charlie gave him. The prompt at the top read

“Name one thing that you’re curious about in regards to your person.”

Well that one isn’t too hard… Lucifer began thinking of all the different things that he would ask if anyone would give him the damn answers. Why are you here? What do you intend to do? What are your intentions with Charlie? How do you get into every thought in my mind every waking moment? Why - Damn it. If he were to put anything like that in the letter it would be obvious who’s writing. And it’s not like he’s going to be sending back a response anyway so… Lucifer takes a moment to think. And then he writes.

Alastor,

One thing I’m curious about is your shadow. Is it a part of you? Its own being? Does it make its own choices?

Lucifer hesitates as his thoughts seem to just bleed right out through the ink in his pen but decides there’s no harm in wondering. So he includes,

Does it have a name?

The king looked over his letter and decided that would do just fine. This was an easy one, everyone wonders about Alastor. CONSTANTLY. The guy is some sort of weird enigma that Lucifer didn’t really have the patience to care about. And it’s not like his shadow isn’t out for display all day anyway, anyone would wonder what’s up with it. He folds the letter up and puts it in the new envelope, ready for tomorrow’s meeting.

Alastor is not in a good mood. He still smiles, makes little quips here and there, slinks around the shadows and appears where he isn’t always expected. Watching. Listening. All of his usual activities. But after his sudden panic at remembering- No. There’s no reason to get all worked up again… The radio demon was many things, but panicked? Fearful? Never. Well… Almost never. This wasn’t his first or only brush with death, and it likely wouldn’t be his last. So just dropping it is the most logical thing to do. Just not even bothering with letting the thoughts take root. He went about his typical duties until late in the afternoon, when he retired to his room in his radio tower for some time alone.

Alastor sat down, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He should’ve stopped at the bar on the way up. Oh well. It was then that he remembered Charlie’s little letters game from earlier, which makes him think of Lucifer, which makes him think about seeing Lucifer in the hall that morning after barely pulling himself together from- NO. He stops his thoughts in their tracks and pulls the envelope and paper from his coat pocket.

The demon used his razor sharp claw like a letter opener, neatly slicing the envelope open. He burned the envelope in his hand and watched the small green flame slowly eat the paper. He hummed to himself, a little fire never failed to raise his smile just a tad. Once the envelope was nothing but ash, he opened the clumsily folded paper. Alastor wondered for a moment who it was that had written him the letter, which said:

“Name two things about your person that you admire and why.”

Alastor,

One thing I admire about you is your willingness to use your power to protect this place, even if you don’t completely believe in it. Even facing a danger that could have killed you. Another thing that I admire is your ability to get people to listen to you. No matter where you are, or who you’re speaking to, people always tend to listen.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed at the words written on the page in front of him. This very well could have been written by Charlotte, the demon thinks to himself. It wasn’t at all like Niffty’s formatting, and this certainly wouldn’t have come from the mind of Husker. Alastor didn’t know enough about Angel or Cherri to make a solid determination there, but he wondered if this could have come from Vaggie? He mindlessly played a little jazz tune while pondering, but ultimately decided that the game was a bit more fun when the writer was anonymous. Alastor then took the letter, flattened the creases as best he could, and put it on his desk in the tower. Turning to the other piece of paper, he reads the next prompt.

“Name one thing that you’re curious about in regards to your person.”

Alastor wasn’t sure what to make of this one. There were many things he wondered about the king of hell. Why does he squander his power? Why has he hidden away for so many years? Why did his ex wife leave him? What’s he been doing since then? Who- Wait. The radio demon blinks as he wonders why he would ever produce such a train of thought. He had no need to wonder about those topics, nor had he ever wondered about them before. But now that he has wondered about them… No. It has to be something that anyone would be curious about. Alastor knew that if he again mentioned the king’s power or use of it, he’s likely to be suspected. And then the rest of the week wouldn’t go nearly as well. He wondered, what would the other residents want to know about him? Something… mundane.

Favorite color? Food preferences? Hobbies? Only radio static and the light sound of jazz could be heard in the tower as Alastor sat unable to make such a simple decision as a question on paper. He closed his eyes for a moment, but immediately felt the panic start as his mind played him the scene again. The demon quickly stood from his chair, eyes wide and ears flat against his head. His shadow frowned at him, earning itself a glare and low growl from its master. I will not be pitied by a shadow, he thinks to himself. Perhaps a bit more busywork was what he needed to get his mind working properly again. He opened his portal and stepped into the hotel lobby.

Lucifer was a little bit busier today, his day off from chores having come and gone. Niffty actually did most of the cleaning herself, but with more guests arriving every few days, it was only right that the rest of them lent a hand. Today, Lucifer’s job was cleaning up the messes that left things in need of fixing. Couches, chairs, tables, walls, floors, doors, lamps, whatever got damaged, Lucifer could use his magic to quickly repair. That was his job for the day, and he didn’t mind it. Charlie had given him a clipboard noting everything that needed to be fixed and where in the hotel it was. For now, some damage to a wall in the lobby. Going around fixing things was yet another task that would let Lucifer’s mind wander into dangerous territory if he wasn’t careful. The best way to combat that was to be around his daughter, who could keep his attention better than anyone. But as she was running a hotel and had things to do, his next best option was-

And at that moment, before Lucifer could even chastise himself for his thoughts, Alastor appeared through a portal only a few feet away. Lucifer’s eyes went wide for just a moment before he quickly looked away, back to the wall he was supposed to be repairing. But the energy coming from the demon behind him felt… uncomfortable. Lucifer shook his head a bit, begging the thoughts to take a hike and leave him be. But alas, this was Hell. And nothing ever went the way you wanted it to here.

“Salutations, your majesty!”

Lucifer visibly jumped at the sudden intrusion by the very demon he had just been begging himself not to think about. He closed his eyes for just a second before plastering on his 'You aren’t going to get under my skin today, no thank you' face and turning around to face Alastor.

“Uhhh, hi! Yeah, just fixing up this wall here.” He explained, as if he needed to. Jeez, just treat him like your supervisor, why not? He thought to himself.

“I see. Not to offend, sire, but it does appear that this wall is still broken. Was this too difficult of a task for you today?” Alastor spoke through a cruel smile. “I’m sure I could speak with Charlie about getting you a less strenuous task if need be?”

Lucifer refused to drop his smile, mirroring the face of the stupidly tall demon in front of him. “Oh that won’t be necessary, unlike some of the other staff, I can actually just get this done,” he paused with a smirk, waved his hand, and the wall was brand new, “with a flick of my wrist.” He smiled smugly but Alastor was no longer looking at him. He stepped forward to run a hand over the wall, brushing past Lucifer as he did.

God, why’d he have to step so close? He’s so… But his thoughts were interrupted by that radio filtered voice. “Hmm. I do wish that I had been present for the remodeling. But I suppose I can always make my own adjustments later…” At that, he slowly turned his head to face Lucifer, with a wicked looking smile on his face.

Now, listen. Lucifer was not afraid of the radio demon. Not in the slightest. The sinner couldn’t hurt him even if he tried. So why does he always freeze when they make direct eye contact? Only this time, he doesn’t just freeze. He blinked once, then twice, then turned around on his heel and speed walked away. He might not have a mirror handy, but he was 100% sure that he was blushing. Like, a weird amount. His face was flushed as he escaped the room, pausing in a hallway to catch his breath. What the fuck is up with me today?

Lucifer checked the time on the phone he rarely used. Well… it’s 5 o’clock somewhere… he reasoned. Not like he needed to, it was Hell. The bartender worked from bright and early to late and dark. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked over to the bar and took a seat all the way at the end. The bartender, Husk, the weird cat demon guy, glanced over at him briefly before asking “What’ll it be, your highness?” in a deep, gravely tone. Lucifer didn’t always like to be referred to by those titles, not when he was trying to blend in decently well around the new sinners. But when Husk spoke to him, the title never felt forced, feeling like a nickname that the cat had given him.

Before Lucifer could speak up, Husk says “Yeah, I’ve seen that one. Gimme a minute.” The devil wondered for a moment what that could have meant until a glass was set in front of him. It was the same drink he had ordered some nights ago, when he sat talking with the spider demon, Angel, about his frustrations with Alastor.

Ugh, once again, He thinks to himself as he takes a sip of the drink, I’m back to thinking about him. Lucifer takes a moment to appreciate that the demon in front of him had remembered one of his drink orders before his mind catches up to the last thing he’d said.

“Wait, I didn’t say anything. What do you mean?” he asks. The bartender replies, “That look. I’ve seen that look on your face. You ain't exactly hard to read, highness.” At that he pauses mid sip, again thinking of the last time he ordered this drink. His eyes got wider. He turned to look directly at the demon in front of him. Husk’s golden eyes and half smile didn’t reveal much, so he decided to see where this would take him.

“I’m still not entirely sure what you mean by that…” he lied. “I’m surprised you remembered what I like though.” Husk let out a small laugh as he turned around to put half empty liquor bottles back on the shelves behind the bar. “Just a skill you pick up after a while,” he responded. “When you spend as much time as I do listening to the same people bitch and moan every day,” he paused for a moment, “Well, I suppose you just pick up on some things.” He glanced back at the king, who immediately felt his face getting warm again. Whether from the liquor or the gaze from the oddly wise seeming demon in front of him, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was both of those things that prompted him to continue speaking for a little while, just small talk back and forth.

After a few minutes of chatting, allowing himself to voice some of his lesser sorrows, he decided he’d spent enough time wallowing. “Well… Thanks. For the drink I mean. But no more complaining to the bartender for me today!” He chuckled as he quickly downed the alcohol left in the glass like it was the most refreshing thing he had ever tasted. Having calmed his nerves a little, he went back to Charlie’s checklist and continued his task for the day.

Alastor very much liked being someone that knew things. His favorite hobby, even more so than his radio broadcasts, was gathering intel. Just waiting, just watching, just listening. Noting down every interaction he witnessed in a folder in his mind, ready to sort through later if the need comes. Hell was a game of 5D chess, and knowing your opponent’s next move was vital.

This leads to a lot of free time spent lingering in the shadows where no one is aware of his presence. And one of the best places to do this was near the bar.

The radio demon would sometimes sit at the bar for a drink, but oftentimes would just watch from afar. He couldn’t get too terribly close, or Husker would certainly sniff out his presence. But there were multiple places he could lurk where he could hear anything said to the bartender in question. So when the demon traveled through the shadows by the bar on his way out of the lobby, he noticed the king sitting on the far end. It was barely 4 in the afternoon. This should be good… he thought to himself.

But really, he didn’t gain much. Husker was practically speaking in code as far as Alastor was concerned. None of it seemed important enough to pay much attention to, until the king said something unexpected.

“I don't know, maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. But I suppose I do hole myself away in my room a lot… Maybe too much. I don’t know. I come to every morning meeting though!” He reasoned with himself as the bartender continued organizing his liquor shelves. “And I’m doing my best with this letter thing but…” Husk put the bottle he was holding down with a sigh and turned to face the king. “Don’t even talk about it. Your damn mouth is gonna get us both sent to group therapy if you start spilling now.” Lucifer couldn’t argue, he was right. Where his brain started going, his mouth might follow. He nodded, agreeing. “Yeah that’s true.” The conversation went back to nothing important, as far as Alastor was concerned.

The king eventually finished his drink and thanked Husker before pulling his clipboard from a small portal and hopping off of the barstool. As Alastor watched him go, completely unaware he was being watched at all, he had a thought. Sinking into his shadow, he made his way back to his radio tower. When he reappeared in front of his desk, his smile became less forced. He sat down and lifted his pen. On the paper that Charlie had given him earlier, he began to write.

One thing I am curious about is your absence throughout the day. Aside from scheduled meetings and chores, you almost always seem to be missing.

The demon’s smile grew as he wrote. Now knowing that the devil was self-conscious about his lack of presence throughout the day, he could use this. It was a simple enough observation that anyone could see, and Lucifer didn’t know he was listening in on the conversation with Husker. Incompetent. That’s how this is going to make him feel. And that was something Alastor had used freely in the past. The king’s struggle with his own incompetence. Chuckling to himself, he folded the paper neatly and placed it into tomorrow’s envelope. Once he was done, the radio demon decided to partake in his second favorite pastime, broadcasting his radio show.

Chapter four below!

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[Have the whole interview]

The Projectionist

With Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal, It’s All About Chemistry

After “Fleabag” and “Normal People” made them romantic idols, the two actors forge their own tender bond in “All of Us Strangers.”

“Have you seen the sausage ad?” Andrew Scott asked me.

“No, no, we’re not going to talk about that,” Paul Mescal said.

It was a mid-November morning in Los Angeles, and I was having breakfast with two actors who have created some of the most indelible romantic leads of recent vintage: Scott, 47, played the “Hot Priest” on the second season of “Fleabag,” while the 27-year-old Mescal broke through — and broke hearts — as the conflicted jock Connell in Hulu’s “Normal People.”

Now, instead of aiming those love beams at women, they’ll point them at each other in the drama “All of Us Strangers,” due Dec. 22 in theaters. It’s like an Avengers-level team-up, if the Avengers recruited exclusively from the ranks of sad-eyed Irish heartthrobs who caused a sensation over the 2019-20 television season.

But before we could talk about their sexy, shattering new movie, Scott gently ribbed his co-star about an ad for an Irish sausage brand, Denny, that Mescal had starred in just out of drama school. (Though the rest of the world was introduced to Mescal in “Normal People,” Ireland already knew him from the ubiquitous sausage commercial.)

“Look, I needed that job in a massive way,” Mescal said. “That paid my rent for the rest of the year. But if I could take it back …”

“Ah, no, it’s lovely you have that!” Scott said. “I actually thought the character you created in the sausage ad was …”

“… career defining?” Mescal offered.

“It made me want a sausage!” Scott said a little too eagerly, causing both men to laugh. “Easy, folks, that’s too easy a joke,” Mescal said.

Scott and Mescal’s teasing, affectionate chemistry is put to excellent use in “All of Us Strangers,” directed by Andrew Haigh (“Weekend,” “45 Years”). Scott stars as Adam, a lonely writer who finds that his childhood home has become a mysterious portal that allows him to reconnect with his long-dead parents (played by Claire Foy and Jamie Bell). At the same time as Adam grapples with this past made manifestly present, he navigates an uncertain but tantalizing future with his neighbor Harry (Mescal), with whom he develops an intense romantic bond.

Over breakfast, we discussed the movie, which recently took the top prize at the British Independent Film Awards in addition to wins for directing, writing and Mescal’s supporting performance. Here are edited excerpts from our conversation.

Andrew, you were attached to this movie first. How did you feel when Paul was cast?

SCOTT I was really thrilled because I was hoping that people would be able to see how cinematic and brilliant that role is.

MESCAL It never occurred to me that people wouldn’t be interested in it.

SCOTT Well, the character is such a vessel for love. To be able to play love, it’s something that you have to just know how to embody, and Paul is so excellent about being able to allow the audience in. When I heard he was interested, I was saying to Andrew, “Make that happen!”

MESCAL Even if I didn’t like the script or Andrew Haigh as much as I do, and I knew Andrew [Scott] was going to be doing the film, I still would have done the film.

SCOTT Would you?

MESCAL A hundred percent. And I know that probably sounds sycophantic, but when I was reading it and imagining you’d do it, I thought, “This is built for an actor of your caliber.” There’s lots of brilliant dramatic actors in the world, but what I think separates Andrew is his capacity to understand the dramatic requirements of a scene but also to play utterly against it. He finds humor in subject matter like this, which is really quite heavy, and if you can make an audience laugh, you’re halfway to making them cry.

This is a very tactile movie, too.

SCOTT There’s so much touching, whether that’s familial touching or a more sensual thing. People have talked an awful lot about the chemistry and the sex between our characters, but actually what I think is really radical and affecting about the relationship is how affectionate and tender they are with each other. It’s such a beautiful thing to play, isn’t it? Just real care.

MESCAL I find it healing to watch that kind of emotional intimacy. I remember being surprised when we watched it for the first time, because I didn’t remember being so close to your face when we were talking, how we were totally taking each other in. There’s a weird thing that I don’t think you can cheat: You know how when somebody you love is talking to you, and you look at their lips? It’s like, Jesus, I can’t remember doing that.

Andrew, you’ve said before that acting is a matter of revealing. What’s being revealed about you by taking on this role?

SCOTT I think an awful lot, if I’m honest. I’m happy to be able to say that to be emancipated from shame has been genuinely the biggest achievement of my life. For a long time, I have felt very comfortable with myself, but it doesn’t take much to go back there — something a taxi driver can say can still wound you. If he might say, “You’ve got a wife?” You could go, “No, I don’t,” or is that sort of a lie by omission? I think the challenge was to undo the work and go to that place where you feel frightened.

How were you able to emancipate yourself from shame?

SCOTT I genuinely think that acting helped me. When I was a kid, I started doing elocution lessons because I had a really bad lisp. “She sells seashells,” I had to say that 17 times a day. So they sent me to elocution, which was boring, but eventually it was speech and drama classes. I was so shy and terrified, but then someone would say, “Get up and do an improvisation,” and some part of me felt …

MESCAL … free?

SCOTT Free, and I loved it. And then I practiced it a little bit more and then started doing it as a job. When I was 18 or 19, I was playing gay parts but I wasn’t out. A lot of people within the industry were queer, so I was surrounded by them and then, bit by bit, started to feel confident. To make something like [“All of Us Strangers”], it moves me, because I never thought that I’d get a chance to expose myself so much in a film like this or for it to be in such a trusting environment with such brilliant colleagues.

And do you rush headlong into the chance to expose yourself like that?

SCOTT I do. It’s my responsibility. The further I go into acting, I think that’s all it is, actually.

In the first scene you share, Paul’s character is boldly trying to flirt his way into Andrew’s apartment. Paul, it’s a kick to see you play a man so assertive and sure of what he wants.

MESCAL I was just so giddy because I don’t think I’ve got many opportunities to play somebody like that. It reminded me of characters I would have played in drama school — a lot more front-footed, a little bit bolder. Part of it was surprising an audience that might associate me with more interior, back-footed characters that I’ve played.

SCOTT I remember so clearly you saying the line, “There’s vampires at my door.” That line could seem completely preposterous and it’s a hard sell, but it’s unique, right? I’m obsessed with writing that has a real autograph about it.

MESCAL ChatGPT wouldn’t come up with that.

SCOTT Exactly. And human beings have an extraordinary way of expressing themselves. I feel the same way when people talk about big acting.

MESCAL I love big acting.

SCOTT Some people do that kind of polite, nobody-will-notice-me acting, and sometimes it can be a little dull.

MESCAL You’re looking for an opportunity to play something truthfully, but also if that truth can be a bigger, more fractious choice, maybe that could be fun.

What’s the biggest acting you’ve ever done?

SCOTT Oh my God. Pick a card, any card. I did a play called “Present Laughter” by Noël Coward, about a guy who’s an over-the-top actor. It was kind of a farce, and I’m obsessed with farce.

MESCAL I am so jealous of people who can do farce, I don’t know where I would start.

SCOTT It’s all about timing the slam of the door, and there’s no greater feeling than when you’re talking to the other actor and you are waiting for the audience to stop laughing. You’d love it because it’s so physical as well.

MESCAL I’m just a bit scared of comedy because I didn’t do a lot of it in drama school. Don’t think [I’ve got] a particularly funny disposition.

SCOTT Are you out of your mind? I’m going to have a little think now.

MESCAL I’d love to do a rom-com.

SCOTT I think you’d be very good at playing some sort of neurotic.

MESCAL Really?

SCOTT Yeah. I love those kinds of characters that don’t have a sense of humor.

MESCAL No sense of humor. Great. I can do that, I can do that easily. [Laughs.]

With “Normal People” and “Fleabag,” where you played romantic leads, how did you handle the intensity of the audience imprinting on you?

MESCAL I remember the first couple of months of that happening, I was like, “Jesus, what can I do?” And the answer is actually nothing. There’s nothing you can do about it if somebody wants to imprint or project onto you.

SCOTT That was all during the pandemic, wasn’t it?

MESCAL Yeah, yeah.

Was it better or worse that you were in your house for most of it?

MESCAL Much, much better. Even doing junkets when “Normal People” came out, I was really glad to do it within the confines of my own home. I could put the laptop down and nobody knew where I was.

Andrew, you weren’t trapped at home when “Fleabag” came out. Could you tell something had changed in the way people perceived you?

SCOTT It already happened a little bit when I did “Sherlock” [playing Moriarty] because that really does have a fandom. There were like a thousand people that would come to set, it was absolutely insane.

MESCAL Jesus.

SCOTT So “Fleabag" was completely different in that sense. It didn’t have the same frenzy.

Maybe not as you were filming it, but there was definitely a passionate fandom once it was released.

SCOTT There was, but I really enjoyed that because I love the show. I’m so proud of it and I loved that part, so I liked that it really affected people so much.

MESCAL Still! I watch it once a year.

Paul, you even dressed as the hot priest for Halloween.

MESCAL I did. That went down a bit of a storm.

When you have a breakthrough project like those two series, and you’re seen differently in this business afterward, is it hard not to get swept up by all the offers that come your way?

MESCAL I know what I like. I don’t have the confidence in myself as an actor to do something that isn’t good. I don’t think I can pull the wool over people’s eyes with bells and whistles in terms of performance, and I’m actually glad I can’t do that.

SCOTT But is it weird when you are in L.A. now? I opened up my curtains this morning, and there you are.

MESCAL Yeah, my Gucci billboard.

SCOTT That’s insane.

MESCAL It is bananas. Yeah, I’m really proud of that, but I’m also acutely aware the only reason that’s happening is because people are enjoying the work that I’m doing. It can all disappear, like that.

Paul, you’re currently working on Ridley Scott’s sequel to “Gladiator.” I’m sure you’ve been pursued for a lot of blockbusters, so what made you choose this one?

MESCAL I love the first film and I think Ridley is an all-time great, so that was a no-brainer to me. I don’t really have a desire to make lots of big films in my life, but if this was the only big film I was ever to make, I would put my name into the mix anywhere for that. I’m having a great time doing it, but I also think there’s an obligation to understand that I don’t want an audience to get bored of me, or expect me to do the big indie film every year or two, because they’re really hard to get right.

Which is hard to get right, the big film or the indie?

MESCAL A film like “All of Us Strangers” or “Aftersun.” I’ve been incredibly lucky that those scripts came across my desk because there’s lots of other indies that are really well intentioned that don’t reach an audience. Also, it’s hard to go to the emotional well year after year with stuff like this, so I don’t want an audience to get bored of my choices or expect that I’m going to do that.

SCOTT Do you remember you got the “Gladiator” call when we were on the set of “All of Us Strangers”? You were so excited. I think I was even more excited, but you were so lit up about it. I think one of the fun things about being an actor that’s open to you is that you can do whatever you really want.

MESCAL That’s what makes you tick, to go from scenes like we get to play in “All of Us Strangers” to then doing stuff where you’re running around in an arena. If I was to boil down why I love this job, it’s that you get to go to work and pretend all day long but the thing that you would imagine as a child is actually actualized.

SCOTT Have there been any moments in “Gladiator” where you’re like, “This is amazing”?

MESCAL The first day was just bananas. There was camels and thousands of extras. Two close-ups on me. A close-up on the action. And you’re just like, “I’ve got to fake this till I make it.” Wild. Wild. Wild.

SCOTT Yeah, it’s playing. It really is. You’re required to play a part, you’re not required to work a part.

It’s heartening to hear you both describe acting as play or pretend. You talk about it in such joyful terms, but some of the other leading men I’ve spoken to will …

MESCAL … fetishize the pain.

SCOTT It embarrasses them.

MESCAL It’s important to say that “pretend” doesn’t make it any less emotional or difficult to do, but I think it actually gives you a greater range of possibility in a scene. That’s not to say there weren’t days on [“All of Us Strangers”] that felt like some sort of psychological torture.

SCOTT Absolutely.

MESCAL But the act of making it? It can’t be that, because then it just becomes about “How hard can I grip this table? How much pain can I put myself through in order to talk about it to the press?”

SCOTT I think of it sometimes like you invited somebody around for dinner and you said, “I could not find any organic chicken in the market, it was an absolute nightmare. Then I had to hoover the place from top to bottom.” And they’re just like, “Give me a glass of wine. I don’t want to hear about what you did, I’m just here for dinner.”

MESCAL Yeah, that’s spot on.

SCOTT What you need to do is have the generosity to get the chicken out.

MESCAL Organic or not.

Kyle Buchanan is a pop culture reporter and serves as The Projectionist, the awards season columnist for The Times. He is the author of “Blood, Sweat & Chrome: The Wild and True Story of Mad Max: Fury Road.” More about Kyle Buchanan

A version of this article appears in print on Dec. 7, 2023, Section C, Page 1 of the New York edition with the headline: Two Hearts Beating As One. Order Reprints | Today’s Paper | Subscribe

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 2: Galas and bets

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

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Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Series: Finished

Warnings: none

Author’s note: in my universe of the batfam, Damian is more emphatic and “caring” towards his sibling whilst also maintaining a cold front because of the years he has spent in Gotham, he has emotionally matured and therefore is nicer in a brotherly way to all of them. So that’s why you will see more of a playful and brotherly tone to him even if I’m maintaining the essence of his character through this. He handles his and the emotions of others better. Enjoy!

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Bruce and Alfred were seeing how they were practically vibrating with excitement.

“This is the first time ever I’ve seen them this excited for a gala, master Bruce” said Alfred with an amused glint to his eyes. He was also excited to meet this girl, even if it was hidden. Jason deserved good things after everything.

Bruce was baffled and amused. He lets out a small laughter. His children are going to be the death of him and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “That is correct, Alfred”

“How is master Jason?” questioned the butler seeing as he wasn’t anywhere near the rest.

At this, Bruce went to find him. He saw him in the balcony that was directly above the gardens looking up.

“You alright, Jaylad? I assumed you would be as excited as the others, even more seeing as that is your soulmate”

“you honestly believe it? this? the whole soulmate thing? YOU? Mr. Paranoid?”

Bruce chuckles, “Kid, this isn’t the first time i’ve been through a soulmate zap”

Jason looks at him intrigued

Bruce continued, “Justice League mission, they had touched Oliver and three weeks later, the same blonde girl walks up to quarters with the Black Canary mantle. Clark and Barry didn’t leave him alone for the entire day. Then, when she came to one of the galas and introduced herself as his date, I didn’t leave him alone for a whole week. He was whipped”

Jason laughs a little

Their relationship is slowly healing so it’s nice to see them have a chat without harshness been expressed

“What’s really wrong, Jason?”

“I didn’t think i was capable of being loved until i recently, or loving as a matter of fact….what if i fuck up and loose a good thing the universe has set out for me?”

“You will never know until you meet her and try”

Bruce clasps his hands on Jason’s shoulder

“Now let’s go before your siblings scare her away”

At this Jason sighs heavily, how fkn annoying can they be.

——————- gala begins- —————————————

Alfred was the only one greeting the guest, Bruce had forbidden the rest from being with him because they were worrying the rest of the guest so here they were at the ballroom, each planning their approach. The girls claimed they had it easiest, cause they could string up conversation having a girl to girl anywhere, even in the bathroom. Damian planned on using his youngest child privileges and Dick was gonna use charm. Duke intended to connect because they are both POCs in a room of stuffy rich people, and Tim was gonna use his Wayne Enterprise CEO status to connect with her through business (even if W.E. doesn’t need anything with architecture rn). And so the games began. Each separate in their own area. And Jason? In a corner with scotch in his hand wanting to numb his nerves. What they didn’t know was that Bruce knew about the bet, and planned to win as well.

Alfred saw the car arrive and the two young girls get out.

They presented their invitations and handed their coats to him.

Both girls, having recognized the butler from all the past galas, smiles at him and thanked him.

“Both of you look lovely, Misses Yang and L/n. It’s good to see you both this year again.”

“Thank you Alfred, it is good to see you too as well” responded Y/n with a bright smile.

Both girls walked towards the entrance, the same entrance everyone in the batfamily had been staring waiting anxiously for her arrival.

First they saw Nola, then Y/n, and so the games began.

(to be continued…)

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listen closely... 18. yoon's win (half-written)

it took about an hour for the five friends to meet up at a small restaurant nearby. it was a korean bbq place as a result of a debate jungwon lost.

"the ventilation makes my clothes stink!"

well he wasn't entirely wrong...

"how has everything been?" jinwoo, the last to arrive, started conversation as he kept his outer coat in a nearby storage basket.

the other 4 had already ordered plates of meat beforehand, so the food conveniently arrived at the same time.

"you sound like a 40-something year old uncle." rei commented before reaching over for the plate of plain beef. "but we've been fine! preparing a few stuff."

"omg can i have yujin-noona's signature?"

"no jungwon."

"wait wait let's talk about our SHIM JAYOON'S WIN FROM TODAY!" y/n raised her glass of cider like it was beer. she then placed the bottle under yoon's face, resembling a mic of sorts. "how are we feeling about it ms. shim?"

"well, ms. choi i feel very grateful for my team and fans for all the support." yoon played along for a while before shoving y/n's hand away. "okay but for real it just feels amazing... i feel great. and it's nice to celebrate with you guys after a while."

"OH SHIT we're getting sentimental!" jungwon grabbed a tissue and dabbed his eyes, sniffing a little too much. he regretted that not one second later as a piece of kimchi perfectly hit his cheek.

the first batch of meat cooked a few minutes later, causing a period of silence as the five friends devoured the meal in front of them. that's the quitest they've ever been together.

while waiting for the plates for cake y/n bought, rei brought up y/n's dreaded conversational topic. soulmates.

it wasn't stupid to her. she got it, it made sense, it's just that ever since that encounter with the unusual voice (multiple other times after the first), the topic of soulmates was just confusion she didn't want to unpack or investigate.

she simply had other things on her plate. being an idol was enough.

"have you guys figured it out yet?"

y/n noticed jungwon poking around his leftover rice, shoulders down. she took note to ask him about it later.

"oh i have suspicions about it being this friend of mine from back at home, but i'm not quite sure yet." jinwoo was first to answer. y/n remembered him talking about this one girl he grew up with before moving to seoul for the idol life, so if it was her, she was really happy for her best friend.

rei and yoon talked about how they were both clueless for a good 5 minutes before the conversation focused on the two hybe idols.

"jungwon's lost, so am i." y/n's short answer left the other 3 dumbfounded. jungwon was relieved he got his ass saved though.

"what do you mean?"

"i heard a weird voice, barely sounded like a song. straight out of a horror movie really. kinda just shrugged off trying to find whoever it was after that." y/n explained as she distributed the plastic plates and forks for the small cake she bought on the way.

"what did you hear exactly?" yoon began chewing on her cake, eyes still glued on y/n.

"i got a voice note of it the first time i heard it. i'll send it when i get home."

the five best friends stayed by the restaurant for another hour or two (no one could ever keep track of time when they were together) before everyone went their separate ways, promising to meet again if their schedules allowed them to.

jungwon and y/n got in hybe's company car with both their managers. the girl whipped out her phone as she sat down, keeping her word of sending the voice note to the group chat.

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Drunk Sakura and Sasuke prompt {Modern/College SasuSaku AU}

Sakura felt a surge of boldness as she anticipated her first night out partying with Sasuke and Naruto in a long time. The trio hadn't frequented college parties together due to Sasuke's stubborn reluctance to embrace the carefree spirit of their youth.

"Up for a shot-for-shot challenge, Naruto?" Sakura asked, her excitement evident. She knew she could outdrink the lightweight Naruto without breaking a sweat.

"No way!" Naruto exclaimed, turning to look at her. "I don't want to end up dead." He chuckled.

"I'll do it," Sasuke interjected as they approached the party venue.

"Really?" Sakura looked at him, taken aback.

"Yeah, I bet I can outdrink you. It shouldn't be a problem," Sasuke replied casually.

"We'll see about that," she teased.

About ten minutes after arriving at the party, Sakura was already on her second rum and coke, stationed at the bar table. Sasuke caught a glimpse of her and his eyes widened in surprise. He abruptly ended his conversation and hurriedly made his way to the bar.

The area around the bar was bustling with loud chatter from the crowd. Sakura mouthed the word "two" to Sasuke, indicating that she was already winning their drinking game. Sasuke muttered, "Damn," under his breath. He approached the college bartender and requested, "Can I get two shots?" However, instead of pouring them into separate cups as Sasuke expected and preferred, the bartender poured both shots into the same cup, and it was a generous portion. Sasuke was left with less than half a cup of vodka in his hands, unable to comprehend what just happened.

In disbelief, he walked over to Sakura and held out the cups to her. "This is what you've made me do," he remarked.

She giggled and shrugged. "I'm not making you do anything. You have your own free will. But I never imagined you'd accept defeat so easily," she teased him.

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke downed the two shots. It took every ounce of his willpower not to grimace at the taste of the alcohol.

Sakura smirked at him. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You had your shots mixed with soda... I think I had it worse," he retorted nonchalantly.

"Hey, a shot's a shot," she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Learn to keep up then."

As the party carried on, they found themselves getting separated at times, and people gradually started leaving. Eventually, they reunited and struck up a conversation.

"How many have you had?" Sakura asked, standing on a raised platform in the backyard, while Sasuke stood on the ground. They were almost the same height, with Sakura slightly shorter.

"I'm somehow always two drinks behind you... I think you're lying," Sasuke replied, tilting his head in confusion.

She scoffed and crossed her arms, her cheeks flushed from both alcohol and their proximity. "Why would I lie? I can handle my alcohol well," she replied, looking him up and down. "Unlike you." She burst into laughter.

Blinking a few times, Sasuke struggled to come up with a witty comeback. "What do you mean? I feel perfectly sober," he claimed, oblivious to his flushed cheeks.

Sakura laughed even harder and gently pressed the back of her hand against his cheek. "You're really red," she remarked.

He delicately removed her hand from his face. "It's just the heat, Sakura," he dismissed, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

Glancing down at their intertwined hands, Sasuke attempted to regain his composure. "Well, maybe I wanted to hold your hand. It's the whole free will thing you were talking about earlier," he replied, grappling with his own words.

Sakura burst into more laughter, while Sasuke stood there with an alcohol-induced expression, utterly perplexed by her reaction.

She released his hand, declaring, "Alright, I'm going to grab one more drink. But you, my friend, are cut off!"

"Ha! As if. I'll have another one," he scoffed, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge his own intoxication, much to everyone else's amusement.

They returned to the bar to order one last mixed drink each. Since the bar was about to close, it would be their final drink. They clinked glasses and sipped their drinks slowly, enjoying each other's company. No words were exchanged, but their gazes lingered between them.

As the party gradually wound down, Sasuke suggested they arrange for a ride back home. Sakura asked if she could crash at his place since Ino had informed her that Sai would be staying over. Sasuke agreed and called an Uber.

Sakura and Sasuke waited outside the building, engaging in light conversation with others in line. When the car arrived, they took the back seat, leaving the middle seat vacant. As soon as Sakura sat down, she toppled over, narrowly avoiding landing on Sasuke's lap.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking down at her.

Sakura simply raised her thumb, indicating she was fine. She remained in that position momentarily until her drunken state made her self-conscious. She quickly sat back up, feeling the onset of alcohol-induced nausea. Closing her eyes, she refrained from speaking for fear of vomiting in the car.

Sasuke placed his hand on her arm and gently shook it, ensuring Sakura was alright. In response, she grabbed his hand and held onto it throughout the entire ride to his apartment, much to her surprise, he didn't let go.

They arrived safely at his apartment, and Sakura stepped out of the car, feeling incredibly dizzy. She walked over to the picket fence of the neighbor's yard and stood there, desperately trying to avoid getting sick.

"Let's get you inside," Sasuke offered.

"How are you not worse off than me?" Sakura asked.

"You probably can't hold your alcohol as well as you think," he remarked.

"I still outdrank you," she pointed out playfully, letting out a giggle.

"Don't be annoying... Besides, you can't even keep your eyes open right now," he laughed at her.

"Shut up..." Sakura straightened herself and took a step forward, followed by another. However, she lost her balance and tumbled directly into a bush, releasing a distinct hibiscus scent. She laughed at herself while Sasuke stood over her.

"Are you okay?" he called out, his movements sluggish due to the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"I could use a little help," she called back. Sasuke bent over and lifted her up, but he did so a bit too well, causing her feet to dangle in the air as he carried her towards his apartment. Sakura's laughter filled the air, which in turn made Sasuke laugh. "What are you doing?" she asked between her chuckles.

"This is the quickest way to get you inside," he replied, his own laughter accompanying hers. As Sasuke carried Sakura into his apartment, she couldn't help but find amusement in the situation. "Well, well, look at you, Mr. Sober and Responsible," she teased, her words slurring slightly. She hopped out of his grasp and that's when she realized the Sasuke was stumbling around too. He propped himself up on the wall. "Okay, Mr. 'I-can-handle-my-alcohol'," Sakura teased, trying to keep a straight face. "Time to sit down before you trip over your own feet."

With a playful grin, Sakura guided Sasuke toward the couch, carefully maneuvering him into a seated position. She noticed his disheveled hair and gave it an affectionate pat, saying, "Looks like you had a wild night, Sasuke. Time for me to play the responsible one."

Sasuke blinked dazedly and attempted to form a coherent response. "I can...take care of myself," he slurred, his words blending together.

Chuckling, Sakura fetched a glass of water and held it out to him. "Sure, Sasuke. Just like you totally nailed those shots earlier, right?" She couldn't help but tease him, knowing he was in no condition to argue.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed as he took the glass, trying to muster some semblance of dignity. He took a sip and winced at the sudden rush of hydration. "I'm fine," he mumbled, struggling to maintain his composure.

Sakura watched him for a moment before shaking her head. "Sure, Sasuke. You're just the picture of sobriety." She playfully poked his forehead, causing him to lean back slightly.

As Sasuke tried to regain his balance, he found himself leaning too far back and teetering on the edge of the couch. In a split second, Sakura reacted, catching him and pulling him back to safety.

"Careful there, Sasuke. Falling off the couch is not a good look," she remarked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I can't believe you're taking such delight in my drunken state....And since when did you get sober enough to take care of me?!" He asked loudly. Sakura laughed heartily, finding Sasuke's drunken state and his incredulous reaction utterly amusing. "Oh, don't worry, Sasuke. It's not every day I get to witness the great Sasuke Uchiha needing someone to keep him from falling off a couch," she teased, a playful smirk on her face. "As for my sobriety, let's just say I've mastered the art of pretending to be more sober than I actually am."

Sasuke widened his eyes and shot straight up, "Fuck!" Sakura looked concerned, "What! What happened?!" He turned to her and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, "We forgot Naruto!" "Shit!"

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Bittersweet Memories:Cody Rhodes x Fem reader part 4 (18+)

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Warnings: A brief moment of angst / a brief mention of a loved one passing / a small moment of spice but not too much. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

2014

Being together with the dashing and most handsome Cody Rhodes has been like a dream. He's everything that you could ever dream of when you think about being in love and being in a romantic relationship.

The same thing can be said about Cody when he's Stardust too. Being together romantically with him has given you full immunity. Being his girl meant no one could come after you if they dare because they knew Cody or Stardust, if we're lucky, would swoop in and save the day.

Always and forever.

You know the saying, 'Every road has its thorns' that was starting to become a reality for Cody. Your darling Cody has been on an emotional roller-coaster with his time as Stardust. Quite literally.

In the beginning, Cody seemed to enjoy getting to play someone who he wasn't when it came to Stardust. Previous conversations you've had with him about it Cody has mentioned things like,

"I thought the very first concept art for Stardust was incredible. You know, I can wear a bodysuit and have paint all across my face. I immediately gave them a big thumbs up right away. "

And even,

"This was something way different from any of the other guys in the locker room were doing. This will be fun!" Cody exclaimed, excitement growing on his face.

Seeing him excited about something he's extremely passionate about and dedicated to absolutely filled your heart and soul up with happiness and joy. Cody deserves to be happy, and you will stop at nothing to make sure that he is.

His run as Stardust started out a fun and wonderful time for him. From winning the tag team titles alongside his brother, Goldust, aka Dustin Rhodes to splitting up and going separate ways with his brother, to going and forming an unexpected alliance with The Ascension, it's safe to say the two of them (Cody and Stardust) have been through it all.

It was extremely heartwarming to be there right by his side during that incredible and fun time with him and see how happy Cody was.

I guess you could call yourself Cody and Stardust's cheerleader!

However, unfortunately, this buzz of continuous fun moments has to come to an end sooner rather than later...

2016

"I don't know how much more I can go on like this, darlin. Yeah, Stardust has been a pretty wild and out of this world ride. For me, for you, for the both of us." Cody began to state. Catching your attention with his as his hands interlocked with yours.

You didn't say a word as you knew he had more to say. You continued to listen more.

"I've been in this business for years, and they sure as hell have been some of the best years of my life. But when you've been constantly set up to not win any of your matches lately as a character that is weighing you down, it makes you want to literally tap out." Cody sighed, his hand resting atop of his neck slowly drifting down a bit on his shoulder.

Your heart began to ache as you weren't expecting the words to fall out of your lover's mouth. What was happening? What did this mean?

All you could do was nod your head slowly and gently squeeze Cody's hand a little bit tighter this time.

"Cody, what are you saying? What do you mean by this?" You asked curiously as your eyes began to fill up with tears.

"I'm saying that I don't know how much longer I can be Stardust. The creative team keep setting me up to lose every week and each pitch that I suggest to them, to move away from Stardust and go back to myself. No one wants me to. I'm so over it and want it to be over." Said Cody, breathing deeply again to himself.

"They only want you to continue as Stardust, when you want to get back to being yourself as Cody Rhodes?" You asked while sniffing and wiping away your tears a bit.

Cody nodded and replaced your hand with his on my face as he gently wiped away your tears this time. You nuzzled your nose/face a little in his hand at the sense of his touch.

"That exactly what's going on, darlin'." Cody nodded as he smiled softly at me. Smiling back at him, you relased my face off of his hand and held your hand in his once more.

"If they're forcing you to stay and perform as a character who you're not confident in anymore, I say you should leave. If quitting is what you want and will truly make you happy, then I'll always support you every step of the way, Codes" You replied, reassuring Cody as much as you could.

At your efforts, Cody seemed honored with your kind and reassuring words when he once again smiled at you.

"Thank you, gorgeous. I think it's for the best." Said Cody, planting a kiss on top of your forehead. You blushed at the feel of his kiss on your face.

You sighed softly and took a small breath as you glanced down at the floor for a moment. "I just hope you know what you’re doing, Codes."

"I always do. Everything will work out. I have a plan and got it all covered. The two of us will be just fine, darlin'.' Cody replied softly, winking your way in a playful manner.

You playfully rolled you eyes as you giggled softly. You just knew everything would work out and be fine with him.

With you.

With the both of you.

And that there would be nothing for you to worry about in the end, right?

A few months had gone by, and it was business like usual for Cody and you. You were still wrestling. Cody was still performing as Stardust, but you could tell that he wasn't having as much fun anymore, especially after the conversation him and you had.

You knew Stardust's end would soon be here, and you weren't sure if you were prepared for it.

One day in particular, the whole vibe backstage in the arena we were at for Monday Night Raw was negative and sad. Like there were broken hearts full of grief in each and every one.

You wrestler friends in Natalya, Naomi, and even Summer Rae had shown melancholy expressions. Seeing this sight really frightened you.

What was going on?

Approaching your friends, you raised an eyebrow as you gently rested your arm around Natalya. When she felt your presence, she sniffled while wiping away her tears.

"Nattie? What's going on?" Are you alright?" You asked, with a concern tone rising in your voice.

"Oh, Y/n..." Natalya replied in a hush / whisper. This was not like her to act this way normally.

Something was off.

Something was not right.

Again, you asked nervously, "Nattie, what's wrong? Why is everyone acting like someone passed away?"

Nattie glanced up at you and gently took your hand in hers in a comforting way. She proceeded to take a deep breath and spoke the truth; "Dusty passed away."

You widened your eyes and gasped the loudest that you ever have. Everything around you went numb, and you literally felt your heart break on the inside.

"Cody didn't tell you?" Natalya asked softly as she still sniffles. You shook your head and were about to ask her more, but you were stopped when you felt the touch of your lovers hand interlock with yours.

"Hey, darlin' There you are! I-" Cody exclaimed softly before being interrupted by you as you snaked your arms around him gently, hugging him in a sign of comfort that you knew he very much needed.

"I'm so sorry, Codes!" You whispered as you were still nuzzled in his chest.

Cody took a small breath as he smiled softly down at you, gently placing his hand on the base of your back. "You're the best, Y/n! I love you. " He spoke softly as the both of yiu continued to hug one another.

You gently fixed your body position,standing up straight as your arms were still wrapped around him. Cody sneaked his arms around your waist this time while gently lifting me up off the ground.

"I thought I was tougher than this." You heard Cody whisper as he continued to hug you. Hearing his voice crack started to ache your heart.

You hugged him a little bit tighter as you gently rubbed his back, giving him all the comfort and security you knew he needed in this moment. "You are tough, my love. You're also brave too and I'm so proud of you." You reassured him.

Gently releasing you from the warm embrace, Cody smiled softly down at you while placing both hands on top of your upper arms. Seeing the tears fill his eyes broke your heart even more.

"I miss him so much! If I could get just one more minute with him, that would make me happy." Cody softly whispered as you gently wiped away his tears with your thumb.

"I know you do, my love. You two were so close." You replied softly as you gently caressed his face with the palm of your hand.

Cody nuzzled his cheek in your hand, "He was my best friend. I want to tell him one more time that I loved him-I love him. We lost the wrong person..."

"Aw my love, I guarantee you that he knows"

"I just hope I could know that for sure..." Cody whispered as he hugged you softly once more as you hugged him back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Later in the night, Cody had a match as Stardust against Zack Ryder in what the company called 'Main Event ' -a match before the actual show started.

Once Cody was finished getting ready in his gear and makeup, you did everything you could to get him in the right mindset. Fire him up before his match like you always tried to do for him.

Standing backstage right next to the cut off where the gorilla area was, Cody in his gorgeous dark purple and black Stardust gear smiled flirtatiously down at you, he gently pulled you closer to him where you stood right in front of him.

"You're going to do so amazing out there, my love! You always do and always remember that your girl is always watching and supporting you every match!" Yoy softly spoke up at him, winking at Stardust before you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, darlin! You're the best cheerleader I could ever ask for. I love you." Cody replied softly as he smirked while gently placing both hands on top of your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

His hands and fingers gently slid down your sides briefly, causing you to blush; "Always for you. I love you too." You replied before inching closer to him and closing the gap between both of your lips.

"Now go show the world just how incredible you always are, my love!" You said, encouraging Cody with a smile and a wink.

Cody pecked your lips softly before waving back at you as he stepped out through the curtain; "Thank you, darlin."

Watching Stardust, aka Cody perform in his match tonight against Zack, always gave you anxious butterflies in your stomach as you never knew just how feel and what to expect from his matches.

Yes, you'd hope for Cody to win each match, but of course, you have to lose every once in a while, too. Watching Stardust begin to travel down that path in the match started to worry you.

You never stopped cheering for Stardust ! You hoped, and you hoped that somehow,some way, he'd pull out a victory; "Come on, baby!" And "Come on, my love! You can do this."

You gasped heavily as your eyes began to widen when you saw Zack pin Stardust and that he won instead of Stardust. "Oh man," you whispered to myself as you hid your head against your hands briefly.

Stardust should have won. That was his match!

You anxiously waited for Cody to make his way backstage. Thankfully, your friends, Nattie and Summer were near by and offered you comfort as they watched Cody's match too.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Asked Summer as she gently hugged you from the side.

"Aww, it'll be okay, y/n! I promise. I'm sure he'll get the next one." said Natalya as she winked at you and rested her hand on your shoulder gently.

"You two are the sweetest. I just hope this loss doesn't start to affect him and us." You said softly into your sleeve a bit.

Your mind kept thinking thoughts like; How was he going to react? What was he going to do?

Moments later, Cody made his way successfully backstage through gorilla. Your heart began racing rapidly as you knew that this might not be pretty...

-End of chapter/part 4♡

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! I'm finally back with a new chapter to my Cody series, and it feels great finally getting back into writing in general again. I'm so sorry for the long wait on this, I'm going to try and update more and as much as possible! I hope you enjoyed the read. I'll see you in the next one ♡

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