lost in your love

the link between my brain and my mouth is just not there anymore. robert. 34. am i too old for this? fictional

[sooks]

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sooks·:

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rpattinson commented: Just this once. And this once only.

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sooks·:

Suki nervously began to fidget with her fingers, using one hand to twist a ring on her index whilst she listened to him speak. Leave it to Robert to still find a way to joke about and try and get his way. A small smirk pulled on to her lips as she dropped her gaze down to her heels and shuffled for a moment “No, I think you’ve got a point there. We’ve both always been fond of a good meal and a cuddle.” She nodded, feeling her stomach flip at the thought of talking of such thing with her ex. She missed those nights, she missed being curled up in his arms and watching whatever was on the telly while they shoved various types of junk into their faces. As Robert began to mention work, she tilted her head and frowned only slightly at his blatant exhaustion. Typically, she’d reach a hand over, caress his cheek and give him the usual baby voice she’d give him when she felt bad for his current state. However, this time was different and instead she had to stand back and nod with sympathy, hoping it translated well and that he could tell she wanted to be there for him. “Bruce…” the model spoke with a soft whisper, more so in disbelief that Robert had gotten such an iconic role and had seemed to be doing well. Now standing in front of her, lean and bulkier than he had looked months ago before filming had even started. Before she could even comment any further, she was caught off guard by his next question. With a raise of her brows, she shook her head and left her mouth agape while she searched for the words “No, I didn’t.” she spoke softly, nibbling on her bottom lip and dropping her dark hues to the glass in her hand “I came alone, how about you….?” The model asked hesitantly.

Her small agreement was enough to cause Robert to smirk, his memory flooding with the countless instances that the pair found themselves having a cuddle on the couch, surrounded by their favourite takeaway. It was strange telling Suki about the things he was doing now. It was far easier to tell her all of this when they were actually together. The trust was still surely there, but Robert felt more like a nuisance now berating about how tired he’d been. His eyes darted over to her as she whispered the name under her breath, sensing her tone was more or less disbelief than teasing. “Let me find a spoon,” he joked anyway, the words also coming out in a mumble. It was rare that Robert put this much effort into his actual body. He was all for fashion and dressing well, but the physicality of working out was something unfamiliar to him. He had found somewhat of a comfort in it, honestly. It gave him a routine to live by and took him away from the spiral of daunting thoughts that came so easily to the actor. It was a bit sad to him that now, Suki didn’t play a part in this routine and part of him ached for it. He’d imagined at first how wonderful it would’ve been creating such a routine with her, but as time went on, found solace in being in it by himself. A way to release the never-ending fountain of thoughts he seemed to have. Snapping from his small daydream by her words, the actor kept his hues on the girl as she dropped her gaze in an almost nervous way. Her question and answer sparked a small scoff, another smirk picking at the edges of his lips. “Alone.” He replied easily, wishing there was just a tad more alcohol in his glass now. Surely I thought you may have come with someone. He wanted to say, although part of him was sure Suki was as torn up about all of this as he was. It had all been so quick and ridiculous, seeing her now he could only feel the urge to apologise, hold her, peck her, and tell her that they could pretend it had never happened. Yet there he was, standing stiffly by her side and trying to muster up the courage to even ask her for a dance. Any chance to be close with her.

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jezzyhq​:

Come to think of it does anything besides fish have bones? I mean Spongebob himself doesn’t even have bones, that dude is all sponge! he’s all jelly. I know, I guess age is catching up to me. I used to sleep in on my college days but now I’m much more of an early bird, I blame having to film shit at 5am on most days. 

That’s awfully strange to think about. How does he even feel pain? I’m pretty sure he feels pain anyway, though I can’t hardly remember him ever being in pain. Night shoots are a blessing in that respect. Though on one hand, you’ve not got to get up at five am, but on the other, you’ve got to stay up until five am. I hardly think people realise just how much it truly messes with your schedule doing what we do, but it’s the least of my worries. I sleep quite literally whenever I can.

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crevanss·:

Well at least you tried then, right? An attempt was made and I guess it’s a true test to how necessary it is to your every day routine. I try to bring in a reusable cup when I go places just to make things more eco-friendly but I’m really bad at remembering. I’m thankful I keep reusable straws in my car so I don’t have to use the paper ones so that’s something at least. Dishes are probably my least favorite household chore. I’d take laundry or vacuuming any day over dishes. I don’t like touching wet food, just grosses me out. I’ve become a decent cook recently since I’ve been home more often. But I do enjoy eating out. Both kinds.

Or more or less just an example of how truly lazy I really am because I assure you, Chris, it’s very much a necessity. You’ve got to clean the cup, that’s the part I’m awful about. I can’t lie and tell you I’ve not handed a barista a cup that’s still got the remnants of yesterday’s coffee at the bottom though. I’ve always thought those collapsable straws were so strange, but I can see how they come in handy. I don’t think anyone truly enjoys what washing dishes consists of. If they do, I’m almost genuinely concerned for their wellbeing. What’s been your favourite thing to cook then? You’re certainly a man of many talents, aren’t you? This is must be why all the ladies adore you. I can hardly blame them either.

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ali-vikander​:

Huh yeah, I expect it must have been something like that. Something going terribly wrong which then ended up terribly right in a way? Please do       I am intrigued now. Oh no doubt about it. They probably didn’t have much of a reason not to drink back in those days. It wouldn’t have really mattered if you were drunk or sober, whatever you did. What a life. You know what? I am not totally opposed to this idea now that you mention it. But please, we have to stop off at other times as well? Like the 1950′s? We have to get a bit of that.

I do know alcohol was considered medicinal back then. What a shame that our views have changed on that one. I’d be on cloud nine if it was considered an actual medicine. People probably showed up to work pissed all the time. If only. As long as we’re not visiting America during that time. I’d like to be somewhere more progressive than that, but the 50′s may very well be worth the stop. I’ve always wanted to visit a traditional 50′s or 60′s diner. A Coke used to be about five p. Can you imagine?

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lilireiinharts​:

Oh come on, you are not a complete idiot. I mean, I don’t know you that well but I’m sure you’re not. You just don’t give yourself enough credit. Cynical? Really? Do you like being cynical? I mean, I get it’s hard to change your ways, especially when you have good reason to have those ways but I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t seem like a very fun way to live life. But if it works for you I suppose that’s all that matters. I don’t know if they need it or if they’re just doing it to be a dick. I kinda think it might be the latter. Maybe now I’m the cynic. 

Oh, you certainly don’t know me. Well, I’m not always cynical, Lili. More or less, I tend to have a bit of a pessimistic mindset and that’s not something I can subconsciously control, so it’s not a matter of whether or not I like being this way; I simply just am. It’s almost always in my head, so it’s not making it harder to exist or anything like that. We all tend to have those thoughts, really. Maybe they do do it to be a prick, but we’ll never know. As long as we ourselves don’t participate in things like that, I think we'll be alright. 

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dylobrn​:

I’d say that it sounds an awful lot like you just chose the name for our pig. I thought you were gonna let me do that, what the hell, Rob? You’re lucky I like the name Alfie or we’d be having a really big problem here. Nothing as big as an acid trip that induced a universal side effect made up of psychic Simpsons episodes but something a little close to it. If you asked me for a theory, I’d say that aliens were doubling as script writers and that’s how they’ve been able to predict everything. Or maybe they’ve just got a bunch of psychics in the writer’s room. I’d believe that one. There’s psychics all around us at all times. Even right now, I bet you didn’t know that I was one.

Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I’m not actually. Dylan, your names were quite awful, you’ve got to admit. That storyline is practically straight out Futurama, you’ve got to get more creative with it than that. They could very well have psychics, but I think it would bit a much for the payroll. They’ve probably just thought of the strangest things relating to current events and somehow we’ve all manifested it into reality by watching. If you’re a psychic, will you please let me know my future? I’m far too impatient. Go on, tell me where I’ll be in twenty years.

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liviamunn​:

I am most definitely thirty-nine. Wow, I’m actually kinda impressed that I’ve managed to trick this many people into believing that I’m younger than I am, when I’m not — I’m two weeks shy of hitting the big 4-0. I was thinking of throwing a shindig, but not sure how I feel about celebrating getting another year older.          Oh, yeah, both amazing places. But the traffic and the speed? Everyone’s got somewhere to be. Trade places, huh? Tempting offer, but I don’t want you fading into obscurity just yet.

Hm, I’m still not too sure I believe that. You may as well, right? You’ll never get these years back, so go all out. Get absolutely pissed and party until you can’t handle it anymore. My favourite part is in the smaller towns, where they’ve not really got any rules of road. People will go down the street the opposite way, drive on sidewalks, sneak into alleys that barely fit their cars. It’s a little adventure every time. That makes one of us then, Olivia.

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kenetihq​:

Wait… Coffee can cause heart attacks? I’m listening now Pattinson. Is one of the things I love the most killing from the inside out?

Well yes, depending. It can raise your blood pressure and trigger a heart attack, but apparently, there’s been studies that show drinking coffee prevents against an array of diseases as well. I suppose it just varies from person to person, how much they drink, what roast. We’re all so vastly different. What could kill me might very well just be a scratch to you.

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trxcyspiridakos​:

 Yes, my parents for sure dipped their toes in random waters. It was really nice. It wasn’t till I moved back to Canada I realized that speaking Greek was not normal. I mean, either Meryl at your wedding or death is the only two moods in life. I don’t blame you. 

I don’t blame them at all. Honestly, I wish we’d done a bit more travelling when I was younger and perhaps my sisters wouldn’t despise me so much for messing with them out of boredom. We took your average holiday about once, twice a year if we were lucky. At least you had an upper-hand on all the Canadians, though aren’t they taught French in school? Did you have to learn that as well? You’ll have to help me convince her to come because surely she won’t want to attend my wedding out of the hundreds I’m sure she’s invited to. We've got to make my invitation stand out.

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sooks​:

Having a smile fade was damn near impossible when it came to being around Robert. He just always seemed to make her happy without even trying. It made the thought of their break up all the more heart breaking when she thought about it, how easy it all could have been avoided. She studied him carefully, picking up on all his subtle movements as if she could read him like a book. Nodding along as he spoke, attentive to him and realising that Robert had definitely put himself in an uncomfortable situation being there alone just as she had. Fidgeting slightly and swaying for a moment, Suki began to nervously run her thumb along her glass and let out a soft chuckle at his compliment. Cheeks now crimson, she raised a slender shoulder in a weak shrug and brought her doe eyes down to her dress “Oh, this old thing?” she began in a playful tone. Clearing her throat shortly after and furrowing her brows as Robert quickly changed the subject, attempting to seem nonchalant. She couldn’t help but slowly smirk knowing exactly what he was trying to do, he was trying to play it smooth; trying to make her laugh just like he always had in the past with the least amount of effort. “Well Robert, it is a quinceanera.” She smirked, arms now crossing across her chest whilst she kept her attention on him and him only. However, Robert wasn’t shy to let his own eyes wander around the room while he fought for words to say. “Maybe you just have been having bland birthdays.” A typical teasing response, one that they typically would have given one another in the past. Still, the model stared adoringly at the actor while she nibbled on her bottom lip in thought “I never would have pictured you coming, you know?” she began cautiously, fidgeting once more and swaying side to side before continuing “I just know that big events usually keep you far away typically.”

Robert would be a liar if he said that seeing him be the reason of the model’s blush didn’t make him feel somewhat fuzzy inside. He’d always enjoyed being the reason she laughed or smiled, so to see her react in such a way to his compliment, invigorated him. The actor’s brows instantly furrowed as she elaborated on his comment, causing his face to fall and then rise in a chuckle. “... But isn’t she like 25 or something? So it technically isn’t a quinceanera...” He teased back, knowing that Suki wasn’t trying to correct him in the first place, but be playful with him in the ways they always had. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his own lips, chucking the rest of what was in his glass down his throat. “I’d much prefer a buffet and some cuddling for my birthday. If that’s boring, then perhaps you’ve got the wrong idea of fun.” The Brit winked, now thumbing the empty glass a bit nervously. He always did that. Drank out of nerves. There were times he’d even sip from an empty cup when he was far into his own head. His features softened with curiosity as Suki went on to explain that she’d never imagined Robert there in the first place. Was she happy he came? Did she want him here? Or was the idea of all this as nauseating as it was to Robert? Still, there he was, standing side by side with the woman that he had planned on marrying not too long ago. “I suppose I just,” he cut himself off for a moment of thought, making sure his eyes locked with hers if only to say words that couldn’t actually come out. “I figured I deserved a small break from work.” Straightening up, Robert tensed a bit. He couldn’t be too vulnerable. It had been months since they’d seen each other this way. “I’ve been training nearly every day, wearing like twenty pounds of leather. At this point, if I hear the name Bruce one more time, I may gauge my eyes out with a spoon.” It was very obviously humour as Robert was extremely appreciative for the opportunity he’d been given, but he did need a reason for him being there. Honestly, the slight insight into his regime was a subtle hint that he’d been attempting to get and stay fit. He’d hoped Suki had noticed and adjusted himself accordingly after he’d make the comment to begin with. His body language gave away every bit of his insecurity. “Have you come with anyone?” He asked now, again slightly abrupt but as the gears in his curious mind moved, his mouth needed to keep up.

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sooks​:

As Suki held her clutch close, she realised just how odd it felt to be at an event by herself for the first time in what felt like ages. Usually when it came to big events, she was glued to Robert’s side and typically they socialised as a couple. Now that wasn’t the case at all, now she had to revert to how she usually had been at gatherings before she had ever been in a relationship. It seemed easy enough, all she needed to do was get a couple drinks in, dance along with her friends and take in the night for what it was worth. This was a night for celebrating and both Dave and Danna had made that more than clear with how vibrant the setting had been accompanied with loud blaring music that you could practically hear the buzz from the vibrations radiating off the speakers. However, there was still one thought that never left the model’s mind – Will Robert be here? Typically, he wasn’t one to go out by himself unless he had tagged along with a group of his mates, but she really couldn’t think of who exactly he would join. It nearly felt silly to be looking around for him the way she had been, but she knew she just couldn’t help it. She wanted to see him. As the night continued on and minute began to pass, the model lost hope all together and figured this was something he was going to stay home from. “Yeah, I’ve actually never had this one before – it’s a bit salty really…” she trailed off, talking about the drink she had been sipping from while she tucked her clutch under her arm and studied the glass in her hand. Just as she was about to continue, she heard a clear of a throat. It was odd how you could spend so much time with someone that you could recognise even the sound of them inhaling or simply clearing their throat. Turning her gaze towards the sound she could instantly feel her heart pound against her chest, nearly able to just feel it in her throat. There he was, properly disheveled as usual but still so strikingly handsome: What could she even say? “You’re here!” she stated the obvious, her lips pulled into a smile as she gave a quick glance over him once more. It had been so long since she had seen him, that she swore she must have looked like a child by her excitement. “I mean, of course you’re here – there’s free food.”

It was the moment he realised who’s shoulder he had actually touched, Robert froze entirely. His brain was at a total halt for what to say or do; she’d looked at stunning as ever and the actor could feel his heart pound in his chest rapidly as he looked at here in near awe. There was a brief moment of silence before forcing out a small chuckle, glancing down at the floor and shuffling his feet in a bit of embarrassment. “Suppose you know me far too well,” he replied, gaze still stuck downward before he realised he most definitely should’ve been looking at her. Another pause came then, seeing her features so close even in the fanciful flashing party lights was enough to grip his entire heart all over again. He’d known far before they were anything official that Suki was something special, but seeing her now like this was only validating that feeling. Inhaling sharply, Robert attempted to think of something witty to say, but easily fell flat. “I'm very happy I’ve found you here.” He admitted, eyes searching into hers for some sort of silent agreement. Yes, I’m glad you’re here. I wanted you to find me. If only. His gaze parted from her briefly again, followed by another sip of his drink. “You look lovely,” he said, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth as he nervously studied her. Was he the only one feeling the awful tension? Or was she quite possibly wondering why they’d ever split to begin with? “This is a bit much for a birthday, isn’t it?” Robert spoke abruptly, changing the subject as not to expose his true feelings. His trust in Suki had never been broken and yet, he was almost embarrassed to admit how much he truly missed her. Always stubborn in that sense. “A bit gaudy...” He uttered, eyes no longer on the model, but searching the room as if he would find a reason as to why, avoiding the woman inadvertently. Realising this, his eyes easily traveled back to her, marvelled by the very sight. “But to each their own.”

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F2F // Robert + Suki.

Given his work schedule, it was rare that Robert found time for events such as the one he had been attending. In all honesty, the only reason the actor had been in attendance of this particular event was because he had heard Suki would be there. It had been months since the pair split, but Robert being the naturally stubborn person he was, it was impossible to convince him to go and see her. To apologise for what had happened and potentially reconnect. It was what he knew he wanted, really. When the Brit found a lover, they were stuck with him. Considering the terms Suki and him had ended on, he wasn’t sure their romance was anywhere near legitimately over. In fact, it had been nothing but a simple tiff over a missed dinner date that caused the split. Too prideful to admit that he was wrong, he allowed it to go on for far longer than he should’ve. Standing now in a plain black suit with a white shirt underneath, three buttons undone, he clung to the drink in his hand for dear life. He was supposed to be cutting back on alcohol for his current role, but this occasion deserved a drink. As his blue hues scanned the room, he took a nervous sip, furrowing his brows and slightly flinching at the taste as he searched for his reason for being there. It had been a while since he had a proper drink and he had a feeling it was going to hit him hard. Finally, across the room, he set eyes on her. His body tensed as he did so, eyeing her attire as he swallowed somewhat nervously. Did he really want to do this? Be here? Speak to her? Texting was one thing and although it had been suggestive, he was unsure of himself for a moment. Could he be that suave now? He had to be, really. No choice. No reason to come all this way and try to forget it anyway. Taking a deep breath, he began to saunter over, admiring the woman as she socialised with the party-goers around her. She had always been so utterly good at that whilst Robert preferred keeping to himself for the most part. People watching. Reaching out, he nearly tapped her shoulder; an almost begging of her attention, but instead cleared his throat softly to obtain her attention. @sooks​

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lilireiinharts​:

Oh so are you like Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates? What? That is absolutely insane! Why on Earth would someone do that? I mean, I guess it’s sort of a genius way to get a free meal but in such an evil way. Like that’s so shady. I like to think most people are honest but I’ve also been told I can be really naive so who really knows. 

Honestly, that’s a more honourable comparison. I’m just a complete idiot. It’s certainly evil genius material. I’d love to live in a world where most people were honest, but as you’ve been told you’re naive, I’ve been told I’m cynical. It’s why I keep mostly to myself, as that way, you’ve not got to trust anyone at all. Just do what you’ve got to do. It doesn’t matter why and no one needs answers anyway. They need that free meal for a reason, I suppose. That’s why I’ll just stick to my own radiation-filled microwaved dinners.

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bskarsgardhq​:

Two seconds ago, your argument was that kind of story could become the center of someone’s life, and now you’re walking it back? Interesting. Anyway, it’s personal preference, looking at things on a wide scale or focusing on a specific bit of it, and I’m not suggesting one’s better than the other. It’s simply that, preference. I just thought as someone who seemed to have such a vast interest in coffee history, you’d want to know more, but if the story’s just a party trick, I’ll leave you to it, dude. The two aren’t relative at all, and that wasn’t what I was saying. I definitely don’t think capitalism and stories through film have anything to do with each other, but if you deem this conversation too “serious”, I guess you didn’t give much of a shit about the point anyhow. 

Well, if we’re being specific, I did say it could. Then I said, I strongly doubt it would. Just keeping the option of a possibility, though it’s highly unlikely. It is nothing but personal preference; you’re right about that. I’d quite rather find out the information for myself though. I’m very particular about what I believe when I’m not reading the source material myself, or else it just becomes hearsay, doesn’t it? Just nit-picky in that way, I suppose. You’d be awfully right about that, Bill. I hardly care for anything these days and quite frankly, arguing about coffee with you is not one of the things I care for. Let’s just let it be then.

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crevanss​:

You should take one of those quizzes just to see and report back with an answer, just to be safe. I’m just glad I could open your eyes to this amazing invention and help you out, it’s the simple things in life. Right? I don’t mind tipping so much for coffee since I know it’s something I could definitely make at home but sometimes it’s just nice to not have to worry about dishes and clean up. Which I guess is why most people eat out when they do.

Two steps ahead of you, actually. I’m taking a quite a few and I’ll give you the average result once I’ve got it. I know I’m going to be horrible about it and forget the function even exists in a week or so, but I do appreciate you telling me of it. Do you ever feel awful because most coffee cups aren’t recyclable? It’s such a small thing to worry of, but even one or two cups makes me feel a bit guilty. Dishes are such a pain though, really... I’m a lover of all foods, if I’m honest. I can appreciate everything from the greasiest burger to the best homemade meal. Most days I just eat whatever’s put in front of me. Food and I, we’re very good friends. Do you prefer eating out then? And not the naughty type, Chris. I know you’d thought of it.

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anadearm​:

But would that not become like, obvious after time? This one person, always the same one, bringing me coffee every day, and doing only that? For the sake of my own reputation I’d might have to put on a friendly act to convince people it’s my friend and not just coffee making assistant. Only a small group of people get to know what kind of a bitch I can actually be. Can’t have to tabloids spreading that. Yes and people have the audacity to try and tell you it’s bad for you? Like dude, I’ve been on coffee since I was a kid. Don’t tell me now it’s not good for me. I’m not listening. And I don’t really care. People should just mind their own business and leave us coffee lovers alone. We can drink as much as we want and no one should tell us not to.

Ana, you worry far too much about these things. Just hire me as your coffee assistant, alright? That way, you’ve not got to pretend to be anyone’s friend. No one will have any rumours to spread about you then. Unless, of course, you’re pretending to be my friend and this is all a ruse. Even then, that’s hardly exciting enough to write about. No one should care about me anyhow. I do plenty of things that are horrid for me, but I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. It’s certainly a full on addiction, but it could be far worse as most things. As long as I’m not literally trying to inject coffee into my veins, I consider myself as sane as I'll get. Which, if I'm honest, is not very these days.