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Ben Mendelsohn as Phil Beckman, Knowing (2009)

#Team 2009 #No but honestly I think 2009 is my favourite year and I'm gonna keep saying it #Phil Beckman #knowing #I finally got my caps working!#Ben Mendelsohn #Worth every second of the 4 scenes he's in!#I have so many of these so expect some more baby Phil!#Smart Man - Himbo Personality #Phil has an insane number of gorgeous side profile shots #director knew what they were doing-!

Want To Want Me - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

GIF CREDIT: X @wltz-bby @happyskywhale #MendoTagSquad (Let me know if this works!)

Author’s Note: Could tell you I didn’t choose that GIF for any reason. Would be lying 😏😏😏

For context - I started this October last year. I finished it in April. Exactly a month ago in fact!

Disclaimer: Tangle Characters not mine / Lyrics not mine / neither is the GIF above but oh thank god it exists... man... I could stare at that all day... Wh..Where was I?!

Premise: Vince Kovac likes watching you sleep, he might imagine that you’d be dreaming of him. This morning all he wants to do is wake you up - and he’s going to enjoy every second...

Words: 1618

Warnings: This is likely the only time I will essentially give you smut without plot. 🤷‍♀️ It is what it is! / Sinday/Sunday Smut / Oral. Please read on basis that this act is consensual

Vince parted them a little further with a gentle chuckle; damn was he about to enjoy this as much as you. He started just above your knee, soft lips trailing up to your inner thigh, every so often he allowed his tongue to glide over your supple, warm skin. He wanted to savour every taste of you. You groaned gently, and your body gave a slight shake, but you were still dreaming. That didn’t stop you from sighing his name; “…Vin…” He smirked against your skin – wondering if you were dreaming of him. Well, he was sure you weren’t about to mind being woken either. His large hands rested on your thighs for a moment as he surveyed your body again, your breaths were slightly harder – but everything about you was open, even your arms were pushed back either side of your head like he might be pinning them there. He chuckled; “Good girl…” but it was just a murmur, as he lowered himself between your legs again. Vince ran his index finger from your clit down to your heat, and then back – your body shivered again as he pulled back licking it clean. “Mhmm… Baby, what I wouldn’t do to you…” He was back to growling gently, shifting his body to get more comfortable, his hands ran to keep your legs apart and hold you down; Vince had no doubt you’d wake, but he didn’t want you lashing out as you did so. His tongue was always sinful, that much you knew. Usually he was whispering things in your ear at the most inappropriate of moments. Vince’s flirting was always dirty and never all that subtle; even the way he would look at you – tongue darting out to wet his lips. All of it either gave you cause to want to smack him, or swallow hard and blush. On occasion all you wanted to do was yank him closer and put that mouth to better use. He was teasing you this morning, tip circling your clit lazily as if he was doing nothing but passing the time of day – which Vince supposed he wasn’t. You were already wet, and as he ran a little lower he got to taste more of you. This time you were a lot more vocal; the shake through your body was more like a tremor and you gasped – he couldn’t help but nearly laugh as you pushed up, for friction or for more of him he wasn’t sure, but he would take it as a good thing. His little licks became faster, and he pushed his tongue against you harder - about which time your body decided the pleasure was a little too much to sleep through and you snapped awake with a loud gasp. You didn’t know why; it wasn’t like you’d never had a sex dream – although you were fairly sure no one had ever had their head between your thighs when you’d been dreaming before – and you honestly weren’t so sure how to react. But your body was already singing and on a high; “OH!” You arched again, mewling; yearning for further friction, “God-! Vince!” He paused with a smirk for just a second, “Good morning, beautiful.” You were immediately breathing heavily; those blue eyes of his were so dark, and you knew that even when he’d had his way with you, he’d probably want to get inside you too. You felt yourself clench just at the thought - Fuck! Why was he never enough? Why was once just NEVER enough-! Vince pressed a kiss to your inner thigh again, knowing he probably wasn’t going to get too much of a structured response from you. “God, you’re already so fucking wet for me baby.” “I- I’m sure you don’t help!” Your voice was pitchy and waivered all over the place, you very nearly cursed him for that. “Not my intention. Now hush and let me take care of you.” His head dipped again but you weren’t sure exactly how you were supposed to hush considering the situation. “FUCK!” This time instead of teasing you with sinful little flicks he sucked on your clit; varying his pressure as he did so – “VINCE-!” Your legs crossed behind his head, one hand darted to tangle in his hair the other gripping the bedsheets. He pinned your hips down, tongue gliding through your folds – God, you tasted so fucking good! Vince paused again to tease you before his tongue tentatively darted out once more, and with the way he was holding you back, the friction was his to create. He was in total control – and you hated him for it. “Vince-! Please-!” You knew he’d want you to beg him for it, and with his tongue doing the teasing it was almost unbearable, you wanted him deeper, and he knew that but he was waiting for the magic words. “Vince-!!” His tongue darted again, just to give you a taste of what you would get if you asked properly, and your body gave another jolt, causing you to tip your head back with another pleasurable moan; “Vin… Baby, please, baby I need you… Please! I’m begging you!” Good enough; he’d let you off this early. Just this once. Especially given the… circumstances… of your awakening. Vince’s tongue delved deeper and just the feel of him alone had you going crazy; “Baby! BABY! More! Please! More-!” He listened, for once, and you knew he was smirking, at least internally – especially at the sounds you made when he hit your sweet spot just right. And then he moved torturously slow – until you were hot and panting and breathless; his pace designed to keep you just on the edge of the climax you so badly wanted. Vince always kept you just the wrong side of ecstasy; whether he was fucking you, or teasing you, or truly making love to you – because all he wanted was for it, and your pleasure, to last. Because he loved hearing you; those sounds you made for him – and because of him. You knew that was Vince’s power trip – and you damned yourself to hell for always letting him have it. “Vin----!” Your voice waivered again as you whimpered his name “Baby please! Baby, please let me-!” He tapped your hip with his index finger, it was his little signal – but you were never prepared for the way he touched you – and his fingers rubbing you were faster and harsher than you expected – it wasn’t long before you came for him, and yet the sinful feeling of his tongue remained as Vince tasted as much of you as possible – before he finally pulled away. “Fuck… baby.” You wished you could wipe that smug grin off his face, but Vince grabbed you and his lips were on yours before you could even say a word, and then all you could taste was him mixed with you. Your stomach fluttered and you groaned again before he released you with a wink; “Good morning…” His fingertips traced your thighs as he continued to kiss you, and you were once again powerless to your want for him, legs wrapping around his. Vince kept that smirk, and his hands began to wander back under your chemise. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes…” You breathed, relishing the fact that he was now absentmindedly grinding against you. “Do you want more?” Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and there was a mischievous glint in your eyes; “Yes.” It was your turn to kiss him before he said anything, slipping your hand into his boxers – your victory in the groan Vince elicited; “But baby,” you purred with a smirk of your own, “it feels like you want me just as bad…”

#Vince Kovac #Tangle #Ben Mendelsohn #Vince Kovac x Reader #Lyric #Baby architect #Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #142 #Heavily Discounted Young God #The song doesn't make a lot of contextual sense unless you imagine that might be how they ended up in this situation...#It's taken like 5 pieces for this couple for me to actually write this to I guess that means Vince got pay off.#figuratively and literally speaking...!#Another one out of the drafts #Lyric Brennan #I've read a couple of these before and seen a /consensual/ note - so I thought it only fair to give mine one #Team 2009

My Oh My - Johnnie x Reader (Prime Mover)

End Up With You

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale #MendoTagSquad

Author’s Note: We might actually, genuinely, end up getting through all 26 of them by the time all this is over. Anyway, here’s another hottie from Team 2009! 😏 My Oh My - Camila Cabello Disclaimer: Prime Mover characters not mine / lyrics not mine / that cap is! Premise: Back from another long haul trip at a truck stop bar party, you reminisce a little on meeting him in this very same bar... Words: 1809 Warnings: sexual references/connotations

There was nearly always a party going on in the truck stop bar – especially when nearly all the drivers were back in town. It didn’t happen often, a couple of times every few months, probably. When it got pretty rowdy and no one really cared – usually it ended with a bar fight, but that was all part of the supposed ‘fun’ and you always tried to make sure you’d dragged your partner out of the bar by then. That didn’t always work, sometimes he was the one starting the fight – and then you had to try to prize him out of it, never easy when he was drunk. But you were pretty tough and had the amazing ability to shout him down from time to time, only to end up sitting on your kitchen counter chiding him and cleaning up cuts. Johnnie was eventually going to get himself into a lot of trouble, and you usually started with; “This is the last time I save you-!” But you always did. Part of you just couldn’t help it, he was away from you enough – you didn’t need any more of that. Especially if he was going to get into so much of it that he’d end up being away for years and not months. You’d skipped out on the last few of these nights because he’d been away, and that didn’t bother you. You rather be home, and cuddle up, and get to call him. But tonight he was back, and these evenings held a special significance for you anyway. You’d met him at one of these. It was a long time ago, and you had already heard a lot about him – you’d caught a lot of gossip about many of the drivers as you worked on their trucks, but no news you learned about Johnnie was ever particularly good. So, when he was the only one who paid you any attention at the bar, you were pleasantly surprised. Although at the time every joke out of his mouth was about female mechanics, he was always good natured and sweet about it. You were the first one he’d turn to, or get anyone else to turn to, if his truck needed a fix. That wasn’t just because you were seeing him – but your skill. What you did have to remind him, from time to time, was that you weren’t going to be his live in mechanic.

You wouldn’t get to see him before you headed over to the party, and it wasn’t a formal event. Still, you wore your nicest pair of skin tight jeans, with an equally form fitting shirt and heeled boots. You forwent the jacket, because you’d only end up wearing his. And as you pulled into the parking lot, the biggest smile appeared on your face at the sight of the gleaming red truck, with its painted silver and white letters of his haulage company name. Your heart always beat that little bit quicker when you knew you’d get to see him again – it was a serious business, a long-distance relationship. But it made loving on him when he was back here significantly better. And a hell of a lot more interesting! You parked up and entered the bar. It was already pretty packed as you weaved your way to a barstool. Johnnie wasn’t hard to pick out, he didn’t have the quietest of voices, and as you were served your drink you swivelled around to face the majority of patrons. He was in the middle with a bunch of his friends, beer in his hand and laughing – in your favourite leather jacket and a good pair of black jeans. It took you back to the very first time you saw him, curiosity about the bad boy getting you to ask someone to point him out, and once they did you never really looked back. He had a look and a way of carrying himself that meant you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Johnnie dressed pretty well – for a driver, anyway – and everything from the way he ran his hands through his hair to the way he smiled was effortlessly cool; and damn, the way he caught your eyes from time to time. The first time he hardly paid attention to you, but the smirk when he realised you were captivated by him had heat rushing places you really wished it didn’t, and you panicking. But eventually, with you peeling beer bottle labels, turned away from everyone – and very much alone – he approached you. He didn’t start with flirting, just by casually enquiring as to who you were – and knowing you were new. But in a way that was kinda sweet, that he wanted you to get involved with ‘tradition’. Bad boy reputation he might well have had, but here you were, and no one else had been as nice to you as him. Having said that, it might as well have been for his own means – BUT, this was a long-term relationship now, so he certainly wasn’t using you.

Being the only couple that worked in and around the industry as your full-time jobs, it was also like being the King and Queen here – or at least a celebrity couple. Oh, yeah, everyone knew who you both were – a little hard for them not to, given the way he was with you. You at least made it your mission to look after all the wives and girlfriends, especially of the younger truck drivers. And Johnnie tried, from time to time. But he was better when you were making sure he was on his best behaviour. Everyone knew that his first few days back was your time off – because all that mattered to you then was his body all over yours; PDA probably didn’t even cover it. You’d never quite had actual sex on a club dancefloor, but you’d been pretty close more than once. And there was only one way tonight was gonna go too. “I see you’re getting your tattoos out for me.” Johnnie smirked, referring to your lack of jacket, but also the fact your entire body was covered in them. You looked across to him innocently, “For you? Oh, baby, by the end of the night maybe I’ll let you see my new one.” “New one?” He raised an eyebrow, eyes tracing your body as he bit his lip. You gave a nod, placing your hands on his thighs and leaning in to tease him with a kiss. “Mhm…” You kept your lips close to his; “Though you might have to get me naked to find it…” He chuckled, and couldn’t help pulling you onto his lap, kissing your neck and jaw, arm around your waist and hand on your inner thigh. “I think I can do that.” Johnnie kept his voice at a low growl that had you smirking, even though a shiver ran through you. “Well, I damn hope so…” “Good things come to those who wait.” “Wait-!?” You turned back to him, “Like I didn’t for three months?” “Mmmm… were you good whilst I was gone?” You nearly chuckled, again batting your eyelashes innocently; “Am I ever anything else?” “No.” He brushed his lips to yours again hand moving up a little higher than you thought was appropriate, causing you to shudder again; “But I should check, right?” You giggled, “Doesn’t mean I wanna be good tonight.” Johnnie growled again, as your kisses once again became teasing; “I would damn well hope not…” Although his first thought after that was not getting out of here, so you knew he was going to drag this out for the long haul. You didn’t mind too much, because you got to sit quietly with him, occasionally pressing kisses into your shoulder, his arms around you, your fingers threaded with his. It might have been agony, but it was sweet agony, and you were happy to be here watching everyone else have a good time. Eventually even Johnnie wasn’t going to sit around waiting. He tugged your hand and slipped off the stool, suggesting you say goodbye to your friends and call it a night. Then draped that leather jacket around you as you left the bar and walked to your car to take him home, heart beating just as fast as it had been when you’d arrived. As it had been when he’d kissed you for the very first time in that very same bar. But it smelled like him, and you shivered again when you breathed in, causing you to hum in pleasure. It was only a short drive, then you’d get to relieve him of the rest of his clothing and have him right back where he belonged with you. He noticed this, and smirked again, eyebrow raised; “You gonna be okay driving home?” All you did was nod, biting your lip again – but no promises that hands wouldn’t go wandering on the short drive either. It wasn’t like you could trust him to keep his to himself. Nope. Tonight you certainly weren’t going to be a good girl.

#Johnnie #Prime Mover #Ben Mendelsohn #Team 2009 #Johnnie x Reader #Camila is such a Danny singer #Like shes essentially the Sway soundtrack #but /THIS/ song is for this man #I spelled Prime Mover right finally! That should count for something ;)#Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #143 #Leah #Fuck me in your truck in that jacket boi plz

Play It Again - Ned Kendall x Reader (Beautiful Kate)

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It was always a Prequal/Sequal to “Somewhere on a Beach”. However it didn’t really turn out that way... You may however still read it as one.

Author’s Note: *ehem* So, Here’s another ‘Ned Kendall Has Been Stuck At The Bottom Of My Drafts For A Year’ fic. 😬

Also I started this one in December and it’s taken until now to finish it... 🙈

Asides from that, he did demand to be written in one sitting. So that’s how we are actually finished now! (Along with some persuasion from Amanda, of course!)

Disclaimer: Beautiful Kate Characters not mine / the titles of Ned’s novels are actually the titles of my mum’s novels 😁 / gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: When you end up dating your favourite author you fear that telling him could lead to trouble. What you don’t know is Ned already knows, he’s just waiting for the right moment to tell you exactly how he feels...

Words: 7497

Warnings: Swearing / Sexual Connotations

The party wasn’t as far out of the city as he was used to, but far enough for it to be quiet. She was sitting alone, eyes staring at a fixed point in front of her, legs swinging over her tailgate like she was waiting for something... or someone... There was an empty cup in her hand and she wasn’t in any way paying attention to the party. She caught his eye immediately – young, and pretty, and just his type. He grabbed the nearest bottle of god-knows-what alcohol and glanced around. There had to be a boyfriend, there simply had to be. No way she was out here tailgating alone-! He eyed every single man, even those clearly not single just to make sure; and yet no one was making a move towards her. No one but him. She turned his way as he approached, head tilted inquisitively and offered a friendly smile. Ned Kendall looked back to the party with a soft chuckle; “Some party, huh?” “You could say that – the music isn’t bad…” Her eyes flicked back to her cup, “Guess I could use a top up.” “Oh!” He smiled, perching on the edge of her tailgate; “Allow me.” He poured a sensible amount into her cup and placed the bottle between them; “You here alone?” “Mhm.” She simply nodded, taking a sip; it wasn’t bad by all accounts, “Why? You lookin’ to change that?” Her smile was amused however, rather than her looking at him accusingly. Ned laughed, looking away from her, “I guess I just wanted to keep you company over here alone.” “Oh. I see.” There was a pause before she was laughing too, and patted the spot next to her, “Well, if you’re gonna do that, you might as well sit up here properly, …?” “Ned.” “Ned.” She nodded, taking another sip as he hoisted himself up into her truck bed, legs swinging in time with hers, “I’m Y/N.” You knew you probably wouldn’t be able to drive your truck back home, you’d already had a few too many trying to enjoy yourself before he’d shown up. Parties like this weren’t really your thing, but you did like getting out in the middle of nowhere to drink and tailgate from time to time – the music would be loud, and usually it was to your taste, as it was tonight. You didn’t ever particularly look for company, or to be hit on – the only time you’d been to these accompanied was with boyfriends past, and a few friends. But most of the people here tonight were unknown to you – a friend of a friend of a friend on some social media group had mentioned it, and you’d had nothing better to do. Still, as you laughed and talked with Ned in the back of your truck, you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying being here with someone. He was sweet, and his flirting was as smooth as his pouring, every so often he’d intersperse a dirty joke or two just to see how you’d react. And you knew what he was doing, but that didn’t stop you from laughing and covering your face. “Oh God, that was bad!” “But you laughed!” “It was funny, but it wasn’t good!” The more you looked at him, the more you knew you’d already met him, or seen him around somewhere. Ned’s face was so familiar, but also just out of reach. You couldn’t place exactly who he was; a guy I’ve loved on the dance floor? A friends ex? A friends fling? I know this face… you weren’t the one night stand type, so he wasn’t one of yours. You were preparing to ask him exactly where you knew him from, maybe he’d approached you because he also already knew you, but you were just as soon distracted by the song change. “OH!” You leapt up – cutting him off mid-sentence; “It’s my favourite song!” Ned was just a little startled by the movement, not having a lot of time to react to the information before you turned back to him; “Come here, come dance with me.” His hesitation was momentary, and even as he asked if you were sure, Ned was sliding out of the back of your truck, hand out to take yours. “YES! I’m sure! Come on! This track is the best!!!” And, as you pulled him closer to you and let him wrap you in his arms as he danced with you – maybe a little closer than appropriate, Ned wasn’t one for disagreeing with you. Especially as you were clearly having the time of your life, carefree little smile on your face, the way you danced and laughed even harder than you had been before – clinging to him as he held you. How could he not love this? Ned had only come out here to get away from it all, and certainly get away from his desk and his writing for a while; at least to get out of his head. Maybe get a little drunk – but then here you were, and he wasn’t sure he’d quite meant for his evening to end holding someone. Ned thought you might let him go as the song ended but you didn’t, instead you pulled him in and laced your hands with his for the next song, and the next, and the next until things seemed to be winding down. This wasn’t really your kind of thing either, but there was nothing wrong with letting a hot guy spin you around in the middle of nowhere every once in a while – sometimes you just needed to take one or two steps out of line. You let him go with a giggle, he kept your hand in his and, as you didn’t protest, he assumed you also weren’t ready for this night to end just yet; “Thank you, Ned, I hope I didn’t wear you out too bad!” His smile was gentle; “Nah, I should be thanking you, I don’t think I’ve done anything like that for a while…” He glanced around, “What you say we get out of here.” “Ah-!” You pointed back to your truck, “I don’t think I’m legally allowed to drive.” Ned shrugged; “Well, I’m not doing too bad.” You weren’t sure that was true, but he seemed to be holding up better than you were. You already knew you were at the point where you’d do something stupid, like try to walk through a barrier to the subway without remembering to put your ticket in; that’d happened a few times before now. “I could… take you somewhere?” You giggled again; “Is this just a ploy to get my address?” He smirked; “Guess that depends, does it come with your number?” You bit your lip through your smile with a single nod, yeah that was pretty well played; “I mean, I guess it could…” By all accounts he drove pretty well; although that raised its own questions: high alcohol tolerance, didn’t actually drink too much, you’d drunk waaay too much and therefore comparably he drove well… or just too used to driving in the state he was in. Not that you really wanted to dwell on that thought when you’d had such a good night. Ned pulled into your drive way and shut the engine off; “Oh. Yeah, nice neighbourhood.” He nodded, “Little better than a high rise in the city!” You scoffed, “You say that, but that also means you make enough money to afford a high rise in the city.” “Eh. You have a good point.” He turned to you, “Can I walk you to your door?” You were a little wary of where that could lead, but said yes anyway – and found yourself holding hands with him as you ascended your front steps. You both stood in silence again, studying each other – and wondering who was going to make the first move. He cleared his throat; “So, uh…” Ned rummaged in his back pocket, taking out his mobile, “Do I get that number?” You couldn’t help smiling and pulled yours out of your bag, “Do I get yours in return?” “MHM!” He couldn’t have taken your phone from you more eagerly if he’d tried, returning it to you just as quick. “Maybe…” he paused for a moment “Hey, Y/N, maybe we could do something sometime soon? Not exactly like tonight but, you know, and if you’d need a place to crash-” He hesitated once more at the intrigued look on your face and then thought better of it, “Well, we’ll discuss.” “I’d like that, I’d like to do something with you, Ned I think it’d be fun!” He was clearly happy you’d said that, “Alright! Excellent! And now we have numbers so… don’t- don’t be a stranger… Uh, you gonna be already getting your truck tomorrow?” “Yeah, don’t worry I’ve done it before.” You waved away his concern with a smile of gratitude “Cool. Well, you know if you need any help, let me know, I’m around.” “Oh! Thank you, I will!” Although he still didn’t disappear off your porch, and you weren’t sure you wanted him to leave it just like that either. In the end you couldn’t be sure which one of you moved first, all you knew is his lips were on yours, and your hands were back in his. It was an appropriately short kiss, but still a good one. And as he stepped back towards his car, you knew that was exactly how he was going to leave it. “Goodnight, Y/N.” “Goodnight, Ned, thank you – I had a great evening!” “Me too.” He nodded, and left you with a smile.

However, even you couldn’t contingency plan for the scenario that Ned would find out for himself. On a quieter day, when you were busy in the kitchen having invited him over for dinner, Ned became curious in your bookshelf. You’d left him in your living room with a good glass of wine whilst you just checked on a few things, and he had nothing better to do than a bit of discovery. He wondered what kind of books you liked reading, what was your genre of choice, who were your favourite authors, what could he use on your shelves to get you to springboard into reading one of his own works. Ned knew, of course, that you wanted to wait for the new one – but part of him wanted you to read the darker parts of him, because if you could do that maybe this relationship would last. He wasn’t sure he could guarantee he wouldn’t go back there; he was certainly capable. A simple scan of the spines had him smiling, remembering a dig from one of his exes, ‘Noone reads anymore, my ass...!’ He ran his fingertips over them, every author listed alphabetically, and he nodded along impressed by the scale of the collection. Your non-fiction occupied the top few rows, but everything else was fictional, your genre ranging from romance to thriller to horror and back again. Ned liked that; you had range. And taste, damn this girl’s got taste! His smile only getting broader as he passed several of his own favourite authors, especially if they were books he’d particularly enjoyed. Ned found himself thinking he was probably onto a winner here – you were incredibly well read. But suddenly he paused, and moved away from the shelf, frowning like he wasn’t sure he was reading this right. Dragging his eyes back to the beginning of the row, he realised he was; and Ned’s heart gave a sudden jolt that he couldn’t explain. Kendall, Kendall, Kendall, Kendall, Kendall... For the entire shelf. His eyes flicked to the kitchen, but you showed no signs of moving from there, he swallowed and looked to them once more. Ned realised very suddenly that you knew exactly who he was. EXACTLY who he was. But why hadn’t you told him that-!? Did you not want to tell him that for your own reasons? Should he therefore continue the game you were playing, as if he didn’t know you knew? This wasn’t just one or two he’d recommended you; this was everything he’d ever released, and judging by the fact most were also hardback, and the covers, a fair few were first editions. Better than that, nearly every single one of them was pristine; you also cared so much about your books. He understood that, though, he’d seen you read once or twice and you always made sure not to crease the spine. Except one. There was just one with his name on the spine where it was creased to the point where the title was barely readable. Your favourite...? He would think so. Read so often that it couldn’t be helped that it would at some point be ruined...

In and around the release date of A Few Words Too Many Ned had a lot of press to do, and it wasn’t something he’d ever particularly enjoyed – yet, this time it was all very different. And most of all, he liked asking you to things. He’d known the truth for a good few months now, and he was trying to bring you into as much of his writing world as he possibly could. He’d already made you promise to read excerpts from his latest manuscript, and as you were an editor he wondered if he’d be able to persuade you to be his. Maybe. Ned thought you just as much might be dying to ask – under that façade. But he didn’t push or force any issue, or try to get you to trip up. He did, however, invite you to a book talk, you’d already been to the release party with him, and accompanied him to a couple of pre-release interviews. Even though you worked for a publishing house, seeing it from the point of the view of an author was fascinating. Tonight you wouldn’t be sitting with Ned, but in the audience listening to your boyfriend talk about both his latest release and his back catalogue. You had some burning questions of your own, but, also you’d not read a word of the new one yet – despite him offering to get you a copy of it. You were much happier to support him by buying one; which you would in your own time. Also, this was the first night it would be available to the public, so you wanted to read it at the same time everyone else got to. Ned couldn’t lie that he was a little disappointed in the evening as a whole. Because whilst he was up there answering everyone else’s desperate questions, the ones he really wanted to answer were yours, and there was no way you didn’t have any. You were content to sit in silence, taking it all in. He might have been your favourite author, but you had never been to a talk by him before. And you knew Ned was fascinating as it was, but hearing him talk about his books with as much passion as you had for reading them was truly another experience all together. And just the difference between this bad boy public image – the kind of man who would write and live something like ‘Half His Luck’ and the way he was with you (although if you were to confess, sometimes when it got hot and heavy between you he was a little like that) were very nearly worlds apart. But Ned was nice, he was still personable and his sense of humour was like a fire cracker. You liked hearing everyone else laugh at the cheeky way he answered certain questions, and how they all held on to every word as he got deep on occasion. You were proud of him, and at least you would be able to tell him that much without giving it all away.

At the end of the night, after you’d sat there beaming, watching him sign for everyone who’d purchased a copy of his book and how much of an sweetheart he was 1:1 with his fans - how he took time to talk to them, take photographs and answer any final questions they had – Ned checked his watch and took your hand, announcing he had reservations at one of his favourite places down town. That was good with you, you realised just how hungry you were. “Did you enjoy that?” “I had a lot of fun!” You nodded, “And you? It looked like you enjoyed the evening. You’re certainly good with your fans!” “…Yeah.” Ned looked bashful for a moment before his eyes locked on yours, wishing you’d understand quite the significance of what you were saying. “It was good, I mean… I just wish you’d ask questions.” For a moment you went red, but recovered well – “I suppose I better get reading if I want to ask you questions as good as they all did-!” “Yeah, a few spoilers that hopefully you’ll forget!” “Oh! Then I hope I do!” You laughed, holding his hand a little tighter and winding yourself around his arm, head on his shoulder, “I should read this one now it’s out, too…” it was a quiet muse. Ned took a deep breath; maybe then he’d finally get to press the issue of your bookcase with you. “Yeah, I suppose you should!” “I bet your writing is incredible. I bet all your work is amazing! The way you talk about it is…” You trailed for a moment, “I can tell how much you care – about how much of you is in your work. So, I… I guess I get to discover that.” He pulled you into a kiss, it was a sudden moment, and Ned couldn’t help himself. That was damn near as close to a confession as he was going to get and he knew that – still, it was the best thing you could have possibly said. And you got to revel in him once more. He let you go with an embarrassed chuckle; “I’m sorry I just- Thank you. I think… I think you’re gonna really love ‘em, Y/N.” And the sooner the better, because all you’d done was make Ned want to discuss every single little detail with you.

What you had never counted on was Ned being curious about your taste in authors for himself. It probably should have occurred to you, but never did. So you found out he knew in a completely different way than either of you expected. You had a friend of yours staying over for a girls night in, and you hadn’t seen her for a while – given that she lived on nearly the other side of the country - she was one of your very best friends, and therefore knew nearly everything about you; including that Ned Kendall was ‘the greatest writer of all time’. To quote yourself. (When he wasn’t writing hilariously trashy erotic romance novels, although you had to be honest you enjoyed those too.) “Did you see your favourite author had a new book out-!?” “Hmm?” “That Ned Kendall bloke.” “Oh! Yeah-! I did...” It wasn’t common knowledge amongst your friends that Ned and yourself were dating, for obvious reasons. “Have you read it yet?” “No...” Well not all of it, you sighed and looked to your shelf; “Whenever I read his new stuff it always makes me go back to these. Don’t get me wrong his new books are good, but, there’s something incredibly haunting about the way he used to write.... a man... trying to tell you a secret... yet, never quite committing to it. A guy with a lot of complex issues. And I always felt that.” “So, would you recommend any-! I’ve never read them so, try me out!” You automatically went for Past Imperfect and held it out to her; “This is my favourite. And I go back to it time, and time, and time again...” “Why?” She gave a gentle smile of encouragement, genuinely curious as to your choice. “Just read the first page, you’ll know exactly why. It’s like suddenly an author was speaking to my soul. I can’t explain it...” You took a deep breath, feeling like you were spilling secrets you shouldn’t have been “I’ll, uh, get us some drinks!” Suddenly you were called back as she flipped through pages; “Have you met him-!?” “What?” You stepped through, eyebrow raised, what would cause her to ask that? That nearly panicked you – paparazzi shots? Was Ned even famous enough for that kind of thing-!?! “Met him-! You met him!? You never said-!?” You were about to deny it fervently, but were just as confused by her question when she turned the book around. You crossed to her, eyes wide, and grabbed it: “Y/N, all my love always, Ned x” You turned back to your book shelf suddenly horrified. Ned knew. He knew! He knew and he never said anything-?! Dammit-! Of course a writer would be interested in the kinds of books his significant other read! Maybe he was thinking about getting you to read that work for himself!! Is THAT why he’d been so disappointed at the book signing-!? When had he done this? More importantly, why had it taken you SO long to find it-!? “Y-Yeah.” You turned back to her, “I, uh, I went to a book signing when the latest one came out…” The temperature of your body was rising and you were already bright red, a dead give-away to mark you out as a liar – even though it wasn’t strictly untrue. She raised an eyebrow, and you knew nothing was about to get past her; “Y/N.” Or that tone of voice – now you were in trouble “And, uh… Uh…” You stammered, covering your flushed face with the book, “I’m… dating him!” “You’re WHAT-!?!” She yelled it, and dragged you down onto the sofa, “And you kept it from me-!? Bitch, hell no! Details NOW!!!”

Given the nature of your relationship and how much you liked being around each other, it wasn’t long until you found yourself on a lunch date with him. Ned was on a permanent high right now as it was; the novel was doing incredibly well, and that was spilling over into the way he talked to you, the way he texted you – even in the way you tangled together under his sheets. You wondered if you were about to add to that high. Well, you’d have to get through your own embarrassment first. Ned waved enthusiastically across the restaurant at you, sliding off his shades. Today he’d opted to sit outside, and it was a glorious day, warm with a good breeze, so he’d chosen the table well. “Hey gorgeous, how you doing?” He stood to kiss you in greeting, which meant you were blushing immediately. “I’m... I mean if I wasn’t such an idiot I’d be doing better, however, in context of the question I’m good!” You tucked your chair in as he sat down again, eyebrow raised; “Oh?” You immediately turned to your bag, and pulled the book out, dropping it on the table. You didn’t dare look at his face as you tapped your fingernails on the cover; “You- I- When did you do this!? H-How long have you known!?” He chuckled, leaning forward to trying to get you to look at him, taking your hands when you didn’t; “A good while, we hadn’t been together so long. But I knew it, I knew that’d be the novel you went back to.” Your head in fact dipped further, “Oh god, I feel so fucking stupid!!” “For not saying anything?” Ned titled his head, “Babe, you had your reasons I’m sure… now come on, look at me. You’re far too beautiful to show your face to just the table!” Although you were glowing, and all across your face read your embarrassment as you looked back to him slowly; “I-I guess I didn’t want you to think that I was with you… just because.” “Now where would you get that idea?!” He pulled your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, “Now I get to talk to you about my work, and you get to ask every question you’ve ever been dying to ask me ever! And thank god!” You shook your head, “You weren’t disappointed in the event, just in me for not asking anything…” You blinked a few times, “I should have realised that.” “Baby, it’s okay. Do it now. Do it now!” “You’re not mad!?” “God, no…” He shook his head, “Frustrated. Bursting to get you to confess – yes maybe – but not mad. I knew in good time we’d get there. And I will certainly be drinking to it!” Ned let your hands go and grabbed the wine menu. “…Will you be mad if I tell you how much of A Few Words Too Many I’ve read?” Ned glanced up slowly from the list; “You finished it yet?” “VERY nearly.” His eyes narrowed, but he smirked; “I knew a few pages was just a bluff. Real question is are you enjoying it as much as everyone else appears to be.” You leant on your hand and mused for a second, before smiling to answer him; “I am. It’s different for you… I guess I really fell for the darker spells in your past. But this… There’s so much hope in it. You learned a lot, I suppose, and this is the you now, that I get to be with. OH my god, though! Some of the lines and your humour?! It’s your best work for a while. Not… that I don’t enjoy everything you publish.” “I’ve come a little way since that one…” He nodded towards the book you’d placed on the table, but you noticed the faint blush now appearing on his cheeks; “Still, thank you. That’s very kind. I wondered what you’d think – you clearly reread everything.” You nodded, “Every time I find something else I never noticed before - your writing is quite honestly unique in that respect. At least from what I’ve read – you have anecdotes and maybe experience that allows you to write such a way but this-” You drew the novel to you; “The man in this, the man who wrote this, has affected me in a way no other work has. And now you’ve signed it!?” Your sigh was gentle, “I mean, I just want to sit here and thank you forever…” You covered your mouth suddenly, as if you’d been missing the point; “But-! NED! I just…! Oh my god, I know I should have said something! And you COULD have said something! But this makes me so glad you didn’t.” “What I wrote was okay, then?” You tucked your hair back and blushed again at his sweet smile, looking away from his amused blue eyes once more; “All my love always?” Did he want that? From you-!? How could that not be okay? “I just hope that we get to feel that way about each other… for a very long time.”

And so months’ worth of dating became years – and eventually you moved into that very same high rise apartment; and for the record, you still didn’t see what he was complaining about. You’d gotten the opportunity now to first round edit some scenes that he liked showing you, and a couple of his manuscripts. Ned still hadn’t released anything new for a while – because he said nothing was striking him with real inspiration. A couple of the manuscripts were even already finished, but, he said they just didn’t feel right to him - they needed something a little more and he’d come back to them. Then inspiration struck him from the most obvious place. Because you were right in front of him – and your relationship was a story in itself, even if he put it in fiction and changed it around. You were the kind of woman who he could easily make into a romantic lead everyone would fall for – and he could do right by a character like you. Suddenly Ned went from writing just a little every day, or every so often, to writing nearly the whole day through, even late into the night; when night became day again. You let him get on with his process, and supported him through it as best you could – which he couldn’t have appreciated more. One evening though, you leant on the back of his chair as he read over his latest scene, and had to enquire; “Who is keeping you away from me? She better be nice – you’ve written some truly awful women.” Though by now you knew a lot more about his past; and exactly why he’d written such things, “Mind you, your men aren’t usually angels either…” You mused, resting your head on his. Ned chuckled gently, reaching behind him to pull you onto his lap, “You’ll have to read it and find out.” “Awww-!” You whined, winding your arms around him and kissing his temple as he flipped the page, “Will you at least tell me what it’s about?” “You.” And he sounded deadly serious, still looking at the page as he said it You scoffed for a moment, “Me?” “Uh huh.” “Oh no! Come on! What’s it really about!” You pouted as his tease. Ned only smiled; “I said what I said!” “Alright-!” You threw your hands up but kissed him again, “Keep your secrets!” You continued to sit with him as he read however, head in the crook of his neck, running your hands over his chest affectionately. But every so often you’d chuckle. Because as IF, right!? Why would Ned want to write about you? What was special enough to be his muse in a novel like the kind he wrote? You supposed he’d make you wait until the final manuscript to find out what it was really about – but that joke in itself made you desperate to find out more. It was a couple of days later, when you were heading off to work, that Ned presented you with a few pages tied together in red ribbon; “Oh?” You took them from him delicately, “What’s this?” “Just a scene – you wanted to know a little about it. Well, I think this could be the one, so,” He nodded to it, “I wanted you to have the first piece, see what you think!” “Aw.” You held it close to your heart for a moment, before pushing up on your toes to kiss him; “Thank you!” “You’re welcome-! It’ll give you a work break.” “Ohhh-!” You grinned, opening the door, “I don’t think it’ll last until my break!!” You blew him one last kiss, “See you later Ned! I love you!” He held his hand up to wave, “Goodbye, Y/N! Have a good day – I’ll still be here when you get back!” You very nearly cackled; “Aw, heck I know! Write well Ned Kendall!” “God, I hope so!” He laughed after you, only closing the front door when he heard the elevator ping to announce it was picking you up. Ned knew exactly what he’d given you, the scene was a lot more subtle than most of what he’d written – where it would be more obvious that his muse was indeed you. But you’d been so adamant that he was joking with you that he didn’t want you to get it right away, Ned wanted you to read the novel and suddenly realise and gasp, and snap the novel shut, and maybe even throw it at him – and then cry. Sometimes you cried when you read his work; and there wasn’t a time that Ned Kendall loved you more than the raw emotion you displayed when you were transported away by a book. This one was special though, this wasn’t like any other novel he’d written that you’d loved. This one was his gift to you. He sat back in his chair for a moment, and then turned towards his guitar; it was cheap and worn, but he’d got it for only one specific reason. That favourite song of yours seemed to follow the both of you everywhere, at every single moment of significance. With this particular book being written, and another significant anniversary of yours coming up, Ned had taken time out of writing to learn that song, so that he might one day (soon, he hoped) be able to play it to you. He reached out to pick it up and made himself comfortable, smiling at the thought of you – and what your reaction would be when all of this finally came together. This would be his gift to you, too.

When it was finally a few days before he distributed it – you realised that Ned had hardly let you read any more of it than that single ribbon tied scene. And you’d never seen someone so excited as he was when the box of first editions arrived at his front door. Until he made you sit down. And placed a copy in front of you. It wasn’t in stores yet – meaning that this one was the very first book handed out. And Ned wouldn’t take no for an answer this time, you knew you couldn’t refuse him the gift. Play It Again You pulled it towards you, thick paper, and significant in volume – possibly one of the longest he’d written – hardcover, new book smell with that beautiful glossy cover. Your hands shook in anticipation, and he looked so proud. But also like you might break his heart at any moment. You looked for his go ahead to open it, but Ned had suddenly lost the ability to speak; all he could do was nod. You took a deep breath, and opened to the dedications page. Immediately your heart jumped from your chest, and you thought all your emotions were about to come out at once; culminating in tears. You were about to cry all over a brand new book. The first few lines were lyrics you recognised well, to your favourite song. The lines you loved the most. And underneath, in printed ink: “For Y/N, For all your support. From the very first lines I wrote, until now, I don’t think I’ve ever loved, or been loved the way you love me. All my love, always Ned x” Beneath his heartfelt dedication, fresh ink from his flowing signature. Just his name this time around. You covered your mouth for a moment, because you couldn’t speak either. This one was dedicated to you, in printed ink. Permanently. That message was there for all the world to see – everyone’s copy was going to have this exact same text. And you were speechless. You hid your face for a moment as your tears began to flow, but you knew they were happy ones – and his were too. Because Ned couldn’t watch you read this without crying either. “I love you so much, Y/N. How could this have been for anyone but you!?” You nodded, and he understood that you couldn’t form words yet – taking your hands in his, he sat opposite you, it all suddenly a little too much to take. Eventually you shakily managed a sentence, looking back to his face; “W-What is it about!?” For one, you needed to know the significance of those lyrics. Just for you, or because they meant something to the story? Ned wiped his eyes, with a beaming smile; “... You already asked me that...” “I did?” “I said I was writing about you. You said you didn’t believe me; you really should have...” Your eyes widened and you immediately flipped the book over. “No! No! Don’t read the end-! That’s cheating!” He places his hands over yours and you bit your lips together; “Why, Ned, what happens at the end...?” “Well,” he smiled again, “that would be telling.” His face was thoughtful for a second, “Let’s just say... this writer hopes it doesn’t have an ending.” You pulled your hands from his to lean on them, gazing up at him with sudden adoration. And your sigh was equally dreamy, “Well, I guess this reader also hopes there’s no end...”

#Ned Kendall #Ned Kendall x Reader #beautiful kate #Ben Mendelsohn #Oh my god it must feel so good to get out of my drafts #you've been in here as long as Somewhere on a Beach was because I drafted up the ideas at the same time #so when i wrote that you were probably like /oh yeah! my turn soon!/#then at Christmas when i started this you were probably like /oh what now!/#Hahhhaaha... no! wrong! /N O W./#I still didn't get a gratuitous nod to his back in this... so... third time lucky!#Jessika #Team 2009 #144 #Defs not a top 10 fic #it only gets better around the him finding out mark... and ends pretty well #i'm not a huge fan of everything before that #last minute gif change cuz hell yeah why not?

Just Another Thing - Phil Beckman x Reader (Knowing)

This Kiss

GIF Credit: X

Author’s Note: “HOLD ON!!” I hear you splutter “SHE FINALLY WROTE THAT SEQUEL TO THIS KISS SHE PROMISED US BACK WHEN SHE WROTE IT IN JUNE!?” Yes. Yes I did! 😏 What can I say. I missed this man.

Also I watched it the other day, and therefore have thrown MIT in as liberally as possible-! Disclaimer: Knowing Characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine - see credit. It’s about the only set on this website 😉

Premise: As expected, you’re unable to concentrate in your lecture. And Phil is justly rewarded for his curiosity. But your affair has bigger things to worry about than that right now, and make no mistake, Phil Beckman wont stand for it...

Words: 4404

Warnings: May-December Romance / Student/Teacher Relationship / swearing / sexual connotations & pre-amble

____ I ought to know better but you know that never stopped me before Yeah, my wheels just have a way of spinning, always ending back at your door So add your name to the list Of all the things I can't seem to kick Just like smoking, just like drinking, I'm a fool for ever thinking I'm done Yeah, I always break that promise, if I'm honest it ain't ever just one Or two, when I'm running into you I'm right back on that road, pushing that first domino Yeah you're just another kiss, another Friday night I shouldn't be wasting Just another "what you doing later on?" I shouldn't be saying I got my excuses, no I don't know why I do it You're just another, just another thing I shouldn't be doing --- At least you were correct on one thing. You couldn’t successfully sit through two hours of John Koestler without getting distracted, or clock watching. All you could think of was the way Phil had pulled back from you curiously with his hands under your dress wanting to know what you were wearing. He was less than two hours away from finding out at all points of this lecture. But you didn’t think one had ever gone so slowly. John was always interesting, and you were mostly attentive of what he said because he had a habit of giving his tutees pop quizzes any time they went to 1:1s or had questions, just to make sure you’d been paying attention to at least the rest of his lecture. You knew you were likely to fail the next one. Maybe you could get Phil to bail you out of that-! Even your friends all knew you were distracted, but would never have guessed the reason in a million years. Sometimes you’d heard your friends talk about how stunning lecturers were – or some of the lab technicians – and Phil was, on occasion, the hot topic. But you never took any bait offered to you. Besides, they were right, he was hot and deserved to be the only one you ever talked about, and you had all the facts. But, you instead opted to spend your college time as far from single as you could get. It not like you were ever meant to get involved with Phil, after all. Your problem was, what had started off as a good romance – perhaps even something promising, was now a break-up-make-up-break-up nightmare. And you weren’t sure who was keeping who and for what reason. Probably good cover for any time you’d been with Phil and had to walk into a classroom right afterwards looking flushed with a bruise in a risqué place. So long as they think that’s what was distracting you, you weren’t going to say otherwise. None of them were going to assume it was John, and you’d for sure set them straight on that one immediately. The bell wasn’t even merciful on you, observing that your note page was practically blank as you collected your things and slung your bag back over your shoulder - Yeah, there was no way you were remembering a minute of this class. You exited with your friends, itching to spring across the campus into Phil’s office and subsequently his arms. However, Ethan was waiting for you outside the building. Oh… shit… You sighed softly, the girls nudging you with giggles. He was tall and conventionally attractive. On the football team – but not the quarterback, which was fine with you. “Hey-!” He dipped his frame to kiss your cheek, surveying what you were wearing with as much interest as any other boy on campus was. You nearly huffed; still not for you! “Girls-!” He gave your friends a soft wink as they left you to it. “Hi!” “How was your day?” “It’s gone pretty good yeah-!” If he’d let you get on it’d be better, “Yours?” “Better now.” He gave a grin, “Hey, babe, I was thinking we could go out and grab dinner… movie at my place?” “Oh.” This was where problems always started – nothing he’d suggested was bad, if it was a usual night. But not right now… “I have a 1:1 now, and then I was gonna study.” “We can study together?” He immediately suggested, and then pressed; “Who is your 1:1 with? I can wait.” “Well it’s not like I know how long it’s gonna be…” “Who is it with?” Ethan demanded; eyes narrowed. “Phil Beckman.” You were a little uneasy about that, why was he interested? “Oh. He’s your favourite, right?” And jealous. And right now made you wish you’d never mentioned Phil at all, once, ever. “He’s a good teacher…” “Skip it – say you forgot-!” “What!? No, I need to go ask him about this it’s important--!” Please don’t make this hard… “Just send him an email-! How hard is that-!?” “Ethan.” You sighed, “Please. I need to see him.” “Why?!” Well you weren’t gonna give him a straight answer, “This work is due. Tomorrow, babe, I promise.” “Fine.” But it was obvious he wasn’t happy. “Fine-!” He therefore didn’t say goodbye and turned to walk back to his car, kicking leaves and stones as he went. You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes; this is exactly why you spent your relationship efforts on a man. There was no way in hell you’d ever think Phil would behave like this. You brushed it off and turned back in the direction you wanted to head – you had way more important things to worry about now. *** Phil opened his office door with a smirk, leaning against the door frame with his arm up – like for a second he wasn’t about to let you in. But the way he looked at you made your mood instantly brighten. He took a half step forward, twisting his body to see if anyone else was around. You both knew how to keep it quiet if people were in the offices either side of his, but if no one was at least you could be a little more vocal. He stepped in to let you past, and you noticed his blinds were already all closed – that allowed you to bite your lip a little harder. “How was the lecture?” “Terrible...” “Oh! Really?! John’s lectures are supposed to be riveting!” You let him round you, so that your back was now to his wall, covered with an intricate array of star charts and planetary information. And other pieces he was working on for papers. You’d asked him about nearly all of them and at this point could probably recite them, or do his research, yourself; but heck – you’d been in here enough. “Well yeah, but I wasn’t really listening. I was thinking about you...” “Oh?” Phil took the step forward that made you concede one, pressing your back up against the wall. “Oh? Mr.Beckman, don’t pretend you don’t know that…” “Mr.Beckman?” He questioned with a playful smile, “Good think I’ve been sitting thinking about you this past 30 minutes…” Phil’s smirk was as equally delicious as he was, “…You are quite the distraction…” You bit your lip again, this time far more seductively, “Speak for yourself.” He placed his hands above your head, pulling in his forearms and also pressing them to the wall – his lips touched yours – and your hands were on him before he could do anything about it. You wanted that overshirt off, you wanted his shirt off, you wanted him to hoist you up against this wall and you wanted your dress on the floor… you wanted marks all over you. You needed him to make you his once more. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, following the trail of your pulse – your nails raking up his back and through his hair. The day was over; Phil would let you mess it up now. You found yourself staring at the ceiling for a few blissful moments and almost giggled – Phil had once spent a great deal of time sticking stars up there in constellation forms; because once you’d make the mistake of telling him that climaxing with him was like shooting to the stars. He’d laughed, considering his profession, and the next thing you knew he’d stuck the plastic shapes to the ceiling and declared ‘Now you can be with them. Among them-!’ He pulled away with a slight growl to his voice. Your heart leapt – you always wanted to hear that. Phil with that tone thrilled you, it always happened when he was turned on. “Your dresses drive me insane. Stop wearing them in class. It’s not going to end well and I’m going to get suspended, is that what you want?” His lips grazed yours again as he brought his hands down to your hips. You sighed – wanting them under your dress again. No, of course you didn’t want him to get suspended… But Phil knew you wore them for him – and you were fairly certain he didn’t really want you to stop. The dress didn’t really matter, all it was doing was hiding everything else; what he actually deserved. “It’s not even the dress...” You breathed, watching his gorgeous blue eyes darken further by the second “…What I want most is it on the floor…” He tipped his head; bringing his hands to the buttons – remembering the feeling of lace under his fingertips. This had to be good. Phil’s fingers worked quickly through them as his kisses became rougher – but his choices of where to place them, almost with pinpoint precision, was where he knew would make you moan the loudest. Phil responded to that by grinding his hips into yours, and this time you moaned his name. It wasn’t fair that this man felt so right. That it could feel quite this good to be with him. He pushed the unbuttoned dress over your shoulders and it felt to the floor. Phil took a step back, biting his lip a little at the marks he knew were going to be left along your collarbone. Hardly caring, because not only would you be unconcerned, but he’d probably end up with his own collection before he left this evening. But ever since this had started, you liked buying different lingerie, literally for the sole purpose of him taking it off. You always noted styles, colours and fabrics that Phil liked best. Lace being one of them. Phil was classic – he liked black, red and pink lace and satin… and eccentric patterns. But also anything he deemed unusual – you’d worn lime green once as a joke and he’d been pretty impressed. Phil growled again, this time a little louder; “…Black Lace…?” He ran his fingertips under your panties and you gasped again, “…For me?” He chuckled, sliding them down your legs as he kissed you once more; “Oh, darling, you needn’t have…” *** Every so often you’d go a week or so without being lectured by him – either because his classes had labs conducted by someone else, or because you had home study time rather than having to attend class. You saw him around but you both knew better than to see too much of each other. Whatever illusion you were trying to keep up. But every time you caught a glimpse of him whilst heading to another tutorial, or passing in corridors in lectures and you got to smile and say ‘Hi!’ was certainly the highlight of your day. You also both got to laugh privately at the outfits you wore when you didn’t have to see each other. Of course, you were still in summer dresses but they were a little more modest, or you wore leggings under them, and he rarely wore his black jacket; opting instead for ringer-tees and looser fitting clothing, occasionally with slogans on. And you hated to tell him that he probably didn’t look as cool as he thought he did. Which reminded you that you still hadn’t told him how hot he looked in that black number. Phil was at least glad that it gave both of you the opportunity to work – or focus on work. But that didn’t mean he didn’t think about you, and often. And it wasn’t like he didn’t look up your class schedule and make sure that wherever he was walking might coincide with your exit from lectures. Today however, he was walking across the MIT grounds with John – talking about each other current set of research papers – he was sipping good coffee and so absorbed in the science of everything that even though he missed you, you were the furthest thing from his mind. Even when John started to make jokes about Phil getting a girlfriend. “Nah-! Man. Nah-! That’s not… I’m good!” He laughed, “I’m perfectly fine-!” As they kept walking, they realised that many of the students were weaving out of the way of something going down in the middle of the campus. And as they approached, they realised that shouting was quickly turning to screaming. They both stopped dead. Your friends were standing over to one side looking like they might rather be anywhere else, the other students were dispersing and heading to their own classes as quickly as possible; except from those curious enough to slow their walks down to watch the entertainment. Of course, the ‘entertainment’ was you and Ethan. Having a fall out in the middle of campus was not an ideal situation, but this shouldn’t have surprised you. And this argument was just about as vicious as usual – both of you throwing words you’d end up pretending you didn’t mean. Phil’s eyebrows furrowed; he didn’t like this for obvious reasons. But he wasn’t sure he could get involved either. John just shook his head; “AH, yeah. I can understand why you wouldn’t…” “Shit, we surly can’t allow them to scream at each other in the middle of campus-?” “I dunno. Twenty somethings…? You ever seen these two go at it before? It happens all the time. They’ll just make up in a few hours.” Phil narrowed his eyes, disliking that even more; “You think smart girls wouldn’t get involved in something like that!” John raised an eyebrow at his friend; “Oh, the whiles of being young!” Phil scoffed, running a hand through his hair – “I still think we should stop this.” He ground his teeth together nearly full on glaring at Ethan. Justified, because then it started getting physical – and the second Ethan put his hands on you Phil wasn’t looking for John’s permission. You pulled away but he grabbed you again – and this kept happening; Ethan continued to drag you back as you pulled away from him, and with both of you still yelling at each other this wasn’t about to end well at all. “HEY!” He pushed his coffee into John’s chest and started across the grass. Not my girl! “Phil-! Hey- Phil-!” John’s protests were ignored “HEY-! HEY-! LET HER GO!” As Ethan’s grip only seemed to tighten on you Phil was seeing red; How fucking dare he!! Funnily enough that looked to be near enough what you were saying – and you didn’t even notice Phil until he was practically next to you. “MAN! I SAID LET HER GO!” “She’s my girlfriend-! I’ll do what I like.” Phil almost did a double-take. Ethan! You are walking a thin line! Then took a deep breath and pushed between the two of you. You reeled, rubbing your wrist, but also hardly believing this was about to happen. “She’s not YOURS!!!” Phil’s arm was out, and you knew he was essentially protecting you. He was shorter than Ethan but older; and right now, fierce. But that rung in your ears ‘she’s not yours!’ Oh…Phil… He seemed to realise what he’d said too; “Y/N is NOT a possession!” He took a breath, and stilled his anger – this boy was still a student after all “…No girl is.” His eyes flicked back to see if you were alright, but you were nearly in a world of your own. Did he… did he feel the same thing for you as you did for him? What was he thinking? That was dangerous…! Ethan scoffed, “Yeah, whatever man.” “Ethan.” Phil tipped his head, “I know I might not lecture you, but I know the people who do. And more importantly, I know the coach. You really think he’s gonna wanna hear about this?” Phil turned again, seeing the marks on your arm – and suddenly having a pretty good idea that the bruises on you weren’t always from him. “…Or see pretty hard evidence…” His swivel back was measured, if Ethan wasn’t careful Phil was going to deck him. Luckily, Phil had got a pretty good handle of the situation, and Ethan swallowed hard – stepping back. His body was still between you and him, but Ethan had to take one last jab; “Now you need some teacher defending you-!? You’re just fucking lucky-!” He shouldered his bag and stalked off, leaving Phil to yell after him again. “COOL IT-!” Once Ethan was across the other end of the field, he turned back to you voice immediately alarmed; “You alright-!?” “Yeah…” You straightened your dress of choice today and neatened your hair – “It happens often, I’m used to it.” “And you’re still with the guy-!?” “Phil.” You sighed gently, “It’s… this isn’t the place or time…” you bit your lip, “Please…” “Don’t ask me not to make a scene after that-! Are you sure you’ll be okay!?” You nodded up to your friends still standing awkwardly off to one side “…Yeah…” He followed your eyeline and had to concede that. “Okay. Just take care... Be careful.” You couldn’t help your smile at the concern filling his eyes, and extending to the rest of his features, he was leaned in, his back bent to get closer to you. Still fairly protective. If you were alone you knew you’d have reached out to hold him, to kiss him in thanks. Heck – it was hard to not to do so right now. “I will. I promise…” You took a few steps back; “Thank you…” “You’re welcome.” Then he grinned, “Anytime.” And you knew he meant it. Phil watched you nod, then turn to go back to your friends, who were all ready to welcome you with open arms. “Y/N!” he couldn’t resist making you look back at him; he missed you this close. “If it happens again – my door is always open. I’ll follow through. I promise.” You almost blushed; “Thank you… Mr.Beckman… I’ll keep that in mind.” *** Phil didn’t really think he needed to worry about you – you didn’t come and see him, and you didn’t email him either. Things hadn’t quite graduated to having each other’s numbers, although if you ever asked him, he knew he’d give it up in a heartbeat. You were grown up yourself now, a young adult, you didn’t need him to hover around you like a parent – which would have obviously been completely the wrong word. You could take care of yourself, Phil knew that too. He’d rather you come to him if you really needed him. Today he was immersing himself in some practical work with the other scientists and thoroughly enjoying not having to deal with students for once. He didn’t have papers to mark and – away from his desk – no emails to answer from people who clearly hadn’t been listening in lectures. Sometimes he rolled his eyes and thought about sending them over to you, but never did. If only they had her intuition-! Also, Phil was sometimes selfish with his time and wanted to give it to those who wanted to excel to the next level – he had plenty of final years wanting to do their PHDs and Doctorates, go into the field, and lecture themselves – or those that were genuinely struggling despite doing everything they could. Which caused him to sarcastically respond to some of the other students on Saturday nights when he got takeout and had nothing better to do. Today was also when you turned up again. It was a few minutes before he spotted you, immersed in measurements and brainstorming around machines and the gigantic telescope that MIT had installed here. But when he did spot you, Phil immediately became worried – you were crying. And that wasn’t what he wanted to see. He gently touched his colleague on the shoulder to excuse himself, to which she gave him a gentle smile – and ran across the lab to you. “Y/N-!” His voice was filled with the concern etched across his face, “Oh, sweetheart what’s wrong?” “I- He--- He--” I fucking warned him! - Phil had to be careful with the way he touched you here, “Oh…Oh God! Okay. Okay, sweetheart, come on… come on, lets go to my office… It’s gonna be okay, It’ll be okay…” By now the scientists Phil was working with had turned to see where he was running to and he held his hand up to excuse himself. But they thankfully seemed to understand, most were female, and he thought they’d probably appreciate where you were coming from. But maybe not why you’d go to him. At least he could explain the fight in the grounds, although he was sure that’d got around the campus by now. Phil led you up to his office, hand moving from hovering over your shoulder to your lower back, slamming the door shut – in anger at Ethan – he locked it. “What did he fucking do to you-!?” “No… No, Phil it’s… it’s not like that… he didn’t…” This was strange for you, this was a side to Phil Beckman you’d never even glimpsed before now – seeing you and Ethan fighting had really shaken him up, like suddenly it was a reality that you were technically ‘with’ someone else. And Phil didn’t like it one bit. “Don’t lie to me. Sweetheart, don’t lie to me. I promise, I will make him regret it – and if he comes for you again, he’s gonna wish he never fucking touched you.” He rubbed your arms, soothingly, forehead to yours; “Darling, what happened?” “You saw what he did to me when we were outside on campus. You think he’s any better when we’re together? He’s not exactly your biggest fan…” “Well that was obvious. Don’t tell me he took me out on you-!?” “He takes everything out on me.” You sighed, “And now especially you.” Phil narrowed his eyes; “He’s not good enough for you. You know that right?” “Phil-” “He’s certainly no good for you, and he doesn’t deserve you.” “Phil, please don’t-” “He’s hurting you. I don’t know if it’s because you think you need him so desperately as cover for this, but…” Phil shook his head, and you thought he was about to start welling up “I can’t watch him hurt you…” He pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead and then your lips, “Do you need to stay here a while, I’ll stay with you you know that…” His left hand moved to yours, as his right moved to your side, pulling you protectively to him. But you winced, and checking the position of his hands, Phil knew there was no way that Ethan was leaving bruises on you like that just pushing you around… And suddenly his cheeks were burning, and you could read that expression as well as anything. Phil was jealous - you could think of many reasons why. Ethan could show you off, could be with you outside and off and on campus. Ethan was your age. And then the one that was more obvious, your intimacy. You let his hand go and took his face in your hands, “Phil… Phil – I’m not. We didn’t…” You shook your head, “I’m here. I’m here with you. I’m not having sex with him.” You pressed your lips to his, hard, as if that would prove it. “…How can a man like you be jealous of someone like that?” He sighed; “Because of everything he gets to be with you…” But he returned your kisses, slow and loving. “How can someone like you be with a man like him?” “Maybe I’m not as smart as you think I am…” You ran your hands up his chest, and he didn’t stop you, gripping onto his overshirt. “Bullshit.” “You think I don’t get jealous too?” For a minute Phil wasn’t sure how to answer that, but then he chuckled, and very nearly smirked. If you cared enough to get jealous too. He didn’t have a girlfriend, that much was true – but he did have a lot of female colleagues. And you knew he was an all-around nice guy - Phil had a certain charm – and you were sure that you weren’t the only woman in the University enamoured with it. “It’s kinda cute when you’re jealous – that I would have to admit…” You gripped him tighter with a small pout, not exactly liking that, as he thought. Then Phil threw your phrasing right back at you; “It’s not like I’m having sex with them though, is it?” He wasn’t sure that sex was the right word; that made it neither here nor there. But Phil wasn’t sure which one it was – and he was afraid to call it either way. You let his overshirt go, running your hands beneath it; allowing your fingertips to splay over his heart – before leaning forward, pushing your forehead to his. He closed his eyes, allowing you to have that moment of calm to yourself. Before you moved to brush your lips to his – a sweeter kiss than usual – and he pulled you closer, holding you tighter. You ran your hands into his hair, and only tentatively pulled away. “Y/N…” He breathed your name, sending shivers over your skin – gorgeous blue eyes reopening – “As your lecturer I can only advise you on your work here, perhaps your career. I can perhaps implore you – if you came to me with something more personal. Off the record advice…” Phil took a breath, and he sounded hurt; possibly more because of his feelings for you than anything else, “…But as whatever we are. I would beg you to leave him, I would beg you so I don’t have to worry about you being hurt. You don’t deserve to have someone you love hurt you.” You blinked multiple times, hardly daring to believe the words coming out of his mouth. Not because of what was said, but because of the choice it presented you. One you weren’t sure you could afford to pass up. You looked between his eyes, hands gathering in the middle of his chest, you took a deep breath and swallowed - looking away, just to look back into his eyes with renewed confidence; “I don’t love him.” The silence was momentary – the urgency to reply was great, but in reading what you were really telling him you both needed that moment of gravitas. Phil found himself saying the words before he knew he was saying them. But upon doing so knew he’d desperately wanted to say them for a long time; “I love you too.”

#June last year!?#9 month rotations-!#First Daggett now Phil #48 to 12X #Phil Beckman #Phil Beckman x Reader #Knowing #Ben Mendelsohn #Bringing back another neglected Boi!#Team 2009 #Smart Man - Himbo Personality #Skye #129 #OH GOD I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!!!!

Chaser - Vince Kovac x Reader Drabble (Tangle)

Pic Credit: X

Author’s Note: So I found this one buried in my notes-! And I thought “There’s a quick light-hearted fic-!” and here we are-! I wrote this in the car on the way home. One hit. And I figure I need to write more stuff like this so by all means, please do request!

Disclaimer: Tangle Characters not mine / lyrics not mine / cap not mine

Premise: Taking Vince track running was fun, lapping the poor guy was better...

Words: 1339

Warnings: sexual connotations / sexual flirtatious banter

--- Sometimes it was nice to just go for a drive. You might usually force him to run it, but you were feeling kind today - and besides, there was just something about sitting up in his truck. Even with that ‘Kovac Construction’ triangle emblazoned on the side, which more than once had got you into trouble whilst driving it, for something Vince had done. But it was cozy and warm, and the drive to the track could be filled with music and chatter rather than Vince asking how much longer you were going to make him run at pace - then around the track - then run back. Which would kill him for a few days after, and he was tired, grumpy and subsequently no fun. For you track running meant real sprints with block starts, endless loops and lapping people. Vince just liked timing how long it took to do a circle of the track as he came in tighter and tighter. And was always one for trying to beat his personal best. Today you sat with a little smirk on your face - tapping your nails on the door where your arm was resting. Eventually Vince was far too curious not to ask; “What?” “What?” But you were aware of exactly what you were doing “What’s that smirk for?” You turned to him with a mischievous giggle; “I just always look at your truck bed and wonder how the hell you’d think you’d fit me in there.” “Well, I would gladly show you after we’ve warmed up a little.” He indicated for the turning, making your smirk broaden, “Surprised you’re not suggesting it as the warm up!” “Gladly, darlin, but I doubt you’d want to run after me...” He pulled into a space and shut off the engine, leaning across to brush his lips to yours “besides, like you’d be able to resist one round, hm?” You supposed Vince had at least one point there, his sex was addictive. And you weren’t sure if that was your fault or his. “I’ll show you a thing or two about rounds...” you kissed him back a little harder before exiting the car “when I run circles around you again.” “Uhhuh...” He locked the car and pocketed his keys as you walked to the check in desk, stretching his body whilst simultaneously checking out yours - “It’s okay you just run on ahead babe...” “I’m gonna be half way around the track before you get a chance to stare at my ass Kovac...” though you did admire how his shirt grazed above his stomach as he raised his arms. “Oh, babe, you know I love it when you use my last name.” You were pretty sure he got that from you more than he ever did Vince. Occasionally you’d call him Vin; and that’s how he appeared in your phone - but his last name was pretty cool and you just liked saying it. “You’re lucky it’s so damn sexy.” You signed yourselves in and walked through to the fenced track; “I figured it was lucky that I was sexy, or I’d have probably never got you to fuck me.” “HA!” You simply laughed your way to the starting line. Warming yourself up as you went, which had him eyeing you curiously again. Of course, this time you caught him. “Do you ever stop?” He folded his arms with a grin; “No. Not really.” “Well at least he’s honest-!” You sighed gently, “Alright, keep up boy, I’m not screwing around-!” “Pretty sure that’s exactly what you are doing.” He scoffed, starting his stop watch as you both set off gently, Vince knew eventually you’d get bored and jet off on your own - but he liked that you let him set the pace. Especially as you were the one pace setting the relationship. Whilst true that he had now got you in bed - you knew that Vince had a one-track mind, only ran hot... and didn’t really do his thinking with his head... So you had to keep him chasing you - even if it was around a track, and you had to keep things interesting. That wasn’t as hard as you expected, and he was enamoured with you, and your life. You certainly still had the power here. And you kinda liked being the woman in control of a man who was known for wandering. You started with shoulders and arms brushing, still talking and laughing, feet to track sound in sync as Vince weaved you from inner to outer track and back again, steadily picking up his pace until he levelled off at comfortable. Until he was ready to kick it up a notch, here he would stay, and you’d be comfortable here for maybe another round around the track by his side, but then you’d pull ahead of him, still close, still so you could hear him behind you and call to each other if you still wanted to talk. But eventually Vince knew you wanted to run free, and he’d just call to you to get going. But you always held on for 100 or so more meters, or around the next corner before you took off. And he would drop down a gear just to watch you run; the wind through your hair, the movement of your body - everything you set your eyeline to, and the smile on your face - the breaths you took until you were too far away for him to really see anything. It took a couple more laps for you to actually lap him, and you whistled to him - the first time you’d done this he’d become utterly confused and you’d tripped each other up, now he knew to simply expect a sweet kiss on the cheek as you ran by. Which he hated to admit made him beam as much as it did. It was about another lap before he was really lagging; and you managed to lap him once... then twice... then three times. Which had you giggling; “Are you timing yourself-!?” You called back “babe I think you’re a little off the pace—!!!” Vince cried after you, that strange mix of anger and angst that you were teasing him again, and when you lapped him once more he really did try to catch you up. That only made you run faster as he gave chase, but he couldn’t keep that up, and Vince had to pull out before he strained something. It wasn’t long before you realised you couldn’t hear him behind you and slowed yourself down to look over your shoulder. He had his arms behind his head, walking and pulled up, his breathing heavy, looking toward the sky. You frowned, turning a neat hairpin in a slow jog and running back to him, worried that maybe he’d injured himself. By the time you reached him he was bent forward, hands on his knees and at a standstill. “Vin-!” You slowed to a walk and then stopped in front of him. His breathing really was heavy; “Go on then-!” He managed between pants; “Gloat-!” You folded your arms “Why would I do that?” Then tipped your head, concerned; “You okay?” He stood straight; “Yeah... yeah, I’ll.. I’ll be okay. I’m sure you get a kick out of this-!” Vince watched your look of worry turn into a tiny smirk, you just couldn’t help yourself – “Well sometimes I wonder how you think you’re gonna last more than a round in the back of your truck, but, okay...” You took a few more steps into him “...Do you want me to drive back?” “I think I can drive..! Dammit you really do get a kick out of this!” He chuckled, hands on his hips You smirked, “No... not in the slightest-!” You pulled him into you, lips to his, and hands in his hair. You winked, voice sweet as sugar; “Besides, Kovac, I’d really like some assistance with cooling me off in the shower...” --- @menndelsohn @3134045126 @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad

#Lyrics are perfect and its essentially a cheating song so double perfect #Lyric #Vince Kovac #Tangle #Ben Mendelsohn #Team 2009 #123 #One-Two-Three!#Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #Happy Drabbles

Back on Love (Relentless pt.2) - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

The Honey

Author’s Note: I’m back on Vince Kovac TBH he never left, he’s just been kicking around. He knows when I need him, and gosh, do I sometimes need him. ANYWAYS. You’ve been waiting on part 2. So here we go! Disclaimer: I own no characters from Tangle, nor any plot lines / lyrics not mine. Premise: The only way to keep Vince Kovac is to keep him guessing, and that’s exactly what you aim to do... But there’s shots coming at you from all sides, and if you want this one to last, you might just have to give in... Words: 4202 Warnings: Swearing / more sexual banter

And so the work on your house continued. Only Vince seemed much more intent on simply checking you out rather than continuing anything verbally suggestive. And you would watch him too. Any conversation was kept professional and for once he didn’t hover, or tell you anything was wrong with your design. But it was bothering you... What had you said or done wrong? Heck, you missed his constant banter, it made work worth going to. On the eve of completion, Vince stood against the same door frame he always had, to watch you. You were packing everything away, looking at least a little forlorn. “You know, if you wanna change your mind this is the last evening...” you slung your bag over your shoulder. He raised an eyebrow; “Who said I’d changed my mind?” “Well. If you wanna have a celebratory one-night stand... which, is how I thought this was all going.” You stopped at the look on his face “... Why do you want a relationship out of me?” “Who said I did!?” He folded his arms “You didn’t have to. If you wanted to f**k me Vince, you would have done it that evening - or you’d still be shamelessly flirting with me every day.” “Problem is I’m too curious.” “About what?” “You...” He stepped forward; “The way you come off in your professionalism, versus the woman you might very well be underneath but wouldn’t let on to. See I want her... but I also want you. And I figure even a good amount of casual f***ing wouldn’t get me both.” You tipped your head “No. You have to earn me.” “Exactly. And I figure I’d been going the wrong way about it.” Folding your arms you weren’t exactly sure where this was heading; “... Why are you still here?” “Because I want... this...” Vince pointed from your feet and drew a line up to your face “...hanging out with me at the weekend, shotgun in my car, working on her drawings when I get home, coming home late from all her big meetings and just chilling with me and a glass of wine. But I also want whoever you are hiding under that - that you keep giving me flashes off - in my bed every night, and in the back of my truck on occasion. Y’know?” You couldn’t resist the chuckle; “That was endearing for half a second there...” “No but, do you understand... if this remains professional I will never truly know you and if all I get is to f**k you, then it’s just as bad. And when you meet someone else, and move on and settle down then what am I?” You let the pause hang for him to answer, “No one. F**king no one.” Literally and figuratively you’ll reckoned. Though with a face and attitude like his, you weren’t sure it’d take him long to get over it. “...But why are you here, now?” There was a silent oh! Before he smiled, “To ask you on a date... Saturday?” You were shocked, and for a minute you stepped back “You’re... serious!?” “Yeah!” “A date? Vince Kovac...?!” “Yeah. I’m open to what - but lunch or dinner is cool with me and if you don’t want candle lit, we can do this as casual as you like...” Vince gave a shrug “I know some good places - not near Kew mind! We’ll take you somewhere else...” He scratched his head awkwardly, and bit his lip; “...I just, think I wanna get to know ya...” *** You accepted his offer, not even pretending to do it begrudgingly, and you went out on Saturday for lunch to a cafe. You weren’t about to fall into this, and you were still weary of his attitude. But you were just as interested in him as he was you. Sure, he wanted to go on dates with you; but what was he doing when he wasn’t here? Was he simply taking his one night stands elsewhere until he got you in bed? And then what about when he managed that - would a taste be all he needed before he did move on to other things? You really wanted to be sure of this before he so much as got to kiss you again. And yet, part of you craved an ending to that evening... But his date suggestions were never bad, and it was him chasing you. Sitting at work drafting houses for others was extremely fun when every so often your phone would alert you to yet another text from Vince. And you wouldn’t even have to look at it; just smirk. Because you knew. Who else was going to text you? Most of your friends were here - or simply wouldn’t have the gall to bother you at work. And they would always read similar: I can’t stop thinking about you... Can we go out again this weekend? When are you gonna let me take you to dinner? To which you would often respond with - Shouldn’t you be working!? ;) Weeks passed and Manuel noticed something was up. But never directly addressed it - until one day he swung by your desk with a massive smirk on his face. “What?” You looked up from your computer. He leant on his hand, still smirking; “What!?” “I just ran into Vince Kovac in town.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. Was telling me all about this architect he’s seeing. Says it’s going pretty well... forgot to mention a name but from what he’s saying...” You tipped back on your chair, daring him to say it. “It’s you isn’t it.” “I’m sure he bigged it up.” “Ffffff... unbelievable! Vince Kovac?! I thought you had taste!” You threw your pencil at him, to which he laughed “You coulda given me any card. Any card - there’s a reason you gave me his, and you know it.” “He’s your type.” “Oh, divorcee and known cheater - my type? Thanks!” “Well it’s clearly NOT stopping you!” You bit you lip and conceded that point; “I like him, yes.” “Is it serious?” “He wants it to be...” you shrugged “with his stats I’m being careful.” “Vince the kinda man you can be careful with?” “Meaning?” “Well, off to the next one...” Your phone pinged as if on queue, and you grinned “ He’s the one chasing me, Manuel...” you picked it up. “Vince Kovac with a girl like you... I believe that’s what we would call a travesty...” he shook his head “Alas I must call myself responsible!” “You must...!” You smiled back “Guess I should be weary he’s telling everyone!” “Not your name though..! For which I would be grateful! Or the press will get hold of it.” “Thanks!” You responded dryly, then tapped away a text to Vince expressing your horror at the new found information. Shit! You work with him?! Yeah, how do you think I got YOUR card!? I’ve been on projects with Manuel for ages-! Damn! Look I’m not telling everyone! I should hope not! If you wanna see me again! Aw c’mon, you’re not serious! Just to make him squirm in his head a little you left him on read, and looked back to Manuel who was waiting patiently for you to finish. “He does know who you are, doesn’t he?” You scoffed “I doubt it!” “Why cuz then he really would be telling everyone?” Manuel nudged your arm “Vince Kovac just got to build a house for a big shot architect - how many awards have you won??! How many times have you been featured in something-!? That blue in your hair is literally your signature! You gotta let Kovac Construction brag about that somewhere...!!!” “And they can, eventually! Just not yet! It’s better he doesn’t know!” Suddenly your mobile was buzzing; “See! Now he’s calling me!” *** Truth was you realised just how hard you were falling for him and that you couldn’t stop yourself. So you let him take you to dinner, and fell as deep as you possibly could into this crush while he sat across from you in his best attempt to dress up, and waxed lyrical about anything and everything he could put his mind to. You just liked hearing him talk, it didn’t exactly matter to you what the words were. But he listened too, because he wanted to know more about you - and he’d said such when he’d asked you out in the first place, so you figured you might as well let him. But you liked the way he would smile – and when Vince asked questions he didn’t keep them on the surface; yet at much as he wanted to dig into your life, not one of them was disrespectful and if you happened not to want to answer him, he didn’t push the issue… And so your relationship became that little bit more real, and before you knew it he was staying over for much longer than just one night... But you were still holding back, and you knew it was driving him crazy. “Good things come to those who wait, you know that right?” Though sometimes you doubted Vince Kovac had waited for anything he wanted in his life. “But great things happen really fast also!” He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up, walking towards your bedroom - you were giggling; “Oh no! Not to this girl!” “Nonsense!” “Vin! You can drag me back – it ain’t happening!” *** Your decision to discuss Vince with your friends was a bad move. You thought perhaps detailing nearly every little thing would help you figure it out... or... help them to help you. Apparently not. Instead you got a long string of complaints - that usually began with a sigh and the word “Men!!!” Some were a little more understanding, and would nod and listen before giving their two cents. But, others just wanted to lay into him for all they were worth. And that included your best friend… which was a little more awkward, so say the least. Because she was the one you wanted on side most. “Sounds like you should shift him before it gets to late!” “What-!? Why?!” “Isn’t it obvious-!? It doesn’t sound like he wants a real relationship, Y/N, just that he gets off on cheap thrills!!” “The guy practically lives with me - you’d think if he was like that he’d have given up. Surely they want it to be easy??” “Thrill of the chase, probably.” Well that wasn’t exactly the most helpful thing you’d ever been told. “So the answer is dump him?” “Before he uses you and you get hurt!!” “What if he’s not using me...” “You wanted advice-!” “Yeah, But I think asking me to get rid of him is a little extreme-!!” She huffed, folding her arms and looking you dead in the eye; “Is it, though?” When you couldn’t hold her eyes, with a sigh of your own she decided to be a little more brutal; “That man wants one thing and once you give him it, gurl, he will drop you and go f**k something else. He sounds God awful - give him the boot.” You shook your head. “Why do you want my advice if you’re not gonna listen!? Are you really gonna stay with this guy-!?” “I don’t know! Maybe I just want to prove you all wrong—!!! Maybe I just wanna prove myself wrong!!” “Babe…” She lent forward in her chair and took your hands in hers; “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m just looking out for you... you do know that, at least?” “I do. But I don’t know what to do!” *** Today as he walked around getting ready and you sat up in bed, arms huddled around your knees – he decided that whining was his last-ditch option. Is it ever gonna happen-!? Like seriously what do I have to do?! You wanted to be careful about this, because whilst you didn’t want to lose him, not now, he still didn’t know who you really were. And you couldn’t give yourself to him when he didn’t. It wasn’t fair on either of you. Vince Kovac had to know you… and evidently that time was now. You took a breath, like delivering an ultimatum. “You don’t get to sleep with me until you google me...” He stopped wander and turned back to you with a raised an eyebrow; “What?” “You seriously mean you haven’t??” You ran a hand through your hair - Vince was up early to jog before work, and he was meant to be on the site just as early today. It wasn’t like to hadn’t chucked his name into a search engine to look at his company. You would have done it before you met him, if you’d have thought about doing so before you were half way out the door. “No, why would I...?” You shook your head at him, you were surprised, because he seemed like the type... but now he was curious. And he picked up his phone.You held your hands out; “Woah-! No! Do it when you’re at work or something!” not in front of me, anyway! He laughed “if I do it now, I can sleep with you now.” “Before work? Huh?” You raised an eyebrow in near enough disgust at his suggestion, “Can skip the run and just burn calories here...” Vince smirked, making you throw a pillow at him, “Shut up! Check it at work, after your run...!” “Why?!” “Not in front of me!!” He placed it down and leant across the bed; “Why should I do what you say?” You couldn’t help yourself, and grinned as you pulled him to your lips, “…You do pretty good job of it so far…” *** Vince did wait, because hell, he’d already waited this long. What was another work shift… Typing your name in he wondered exactly what he was expected to find. Then stopped dead and almost dropped his coffee. The first was a website - your name - extremely professional. Too professional. And the Instagram and Twitter to go with it. Both with the blue check mark. And then; F/N L/N to join ATD conference as key note speaker “ATD-!?” He clicked it “Holy shit!” That was a US based conference. And apparently you were going to be flying out to be a key note speaker along with two people he’d actually heard of. International superstars… Who the hell were you-!? He skipped back, and it was news story after news story about projects you working on, accolades you’d won and interviews you’d given. “She’s not just any f**kin’ architect, is she...?” He took a deep breath and exhaled. Damn, Kovac, you’ve really done it... When he got home you were sitting preparing for a client meeting tomorrow. It was drawn up, you just had to make sure to condense your proposal presentation. He trudged into the room slowly, and you looked up expectantly. “Just... who are you?” He got a little closer “You’re not... just an architect... are you?! Heck - you’ve worked with people that people not even in industry have heard of-! Y/N...! Just--!!” He laughed a little nervously “How out of my league am I here?!” You scoffed at that notion “YOU-!? Out of your league-!? Sorry, Vince Kovac, but no!” “But, I-! You’re making headlines around the world-!! Forget just Australia and I... I’m... I’m doing okay in Melbourne sometimes, I guess.” He ran his hands through his hair “You even have a signature that means people can tell when a building was drawn and then realised by you - there’s a whole damn article I read about that... and let me tell ya something, those buildings are gorgeous.” You leant on your hands with a smirk “Baby... you just built my design. You just built a house for me. And what’s more, you can now say that with context. How many people get to say that that ‘do alright in Melbourne sometimes they guess’!?” But you blushed a little “Thank you... though. I worked hard, but, part of me thinks I was just fortunate...” He sat opposite you, looking like that was the last word he would use; “You created a movie theatre that looks like a film reel.” “Oh-! In my home town?! Yeah that was my first one!” You beamed “it’s been a good while since then.” “That’s genius.” “It was stupid. And I tested a lot of limits, and many more nerves!” You grinned “That’s all we wanna do - bend physics to our will and defy gravity.” You pointed to him, “You’re the level headed ones that keep us firmly on the ground - preferably with cement.” You shrugged “But like I said before - you realise our vision too. And sometimes better than we could ever hope to draw it.” He leant on his hand and stared at you for a minute “…Your height and your hair… That’s the other one.” “Oh, tabloid headlines about the miniature blue-haired architect who likes doing weird things with glass and metal?” You’d read enough of your own with great dramatic effect to friends of yours. “…What’s the dream, Y/N… Surely you’ve… what are you doing in Melbourne?!” “…Well I preferred Sydney, but my company moved me down here… As for why I’m with a company, because I assume that’s the next question, I’m not quite Frank Gehry just yet… I like it in Australia… it’s home…” He took another breath; “Why me.” “Why not you?” You folded your arms and leant over your drawing; “…Who should I be dating? Who better than someone who owns a construction company – I already said you’re meant to keep my feet on the ground – you understand my industry, and you’re from home. Believe me – whoever you think is in my league, I’ve been there and done that, and honey… none of them are you.” You tipped your head, because his expression was still nearly unfathomable, “So… What are you thinking?” Vince sat back for a moment, and mulled it over in his mind, before his blue eyes came back to yours; “…Like I haven’t earned you…” and then quieter “…I’m not the kind of man who deserves this yet.” *** There was some kind of weird element to your relationship for a few days after that. And Vince continued to be a little awestruck, even if he pretended it didn’t phase him. You didn’t really mind too much, but it was a little strange to think his attitude would change just because he knew who you were. Maybe he felt like now he had to prove to you he was worth it; but then why just because you were a little more well known than you’d ever let on did that instantly mean you should demand respect. Vince should be displaying that outlook no matter who you were... That didn’t mean it wasn’t sweet to have him act like this with you. And suddenly everything was a little more delicate and he toned down his more vulgar forms of flirting. Which was funny because you basically just toned them up, and that seemed to confuse him that little bit more - but had him smirking at every sentence you would say. And you knew that secretly, though he might not say tt at the moment, he was loving every single second. This playful tone you were running with let him know that you trusted him enough now - that whatever he wanted to do to you you’d most certainly let him do. But he still gave you that I gotta earn you look. This morning when his alarm went off he wound his arms around you; “Come running with me...” “No...! It’s too early...” You groaned, you weren’t due into work until after 10, and you were expecting a lie in… apparently no such luck. You knew Vince wasn’t about to leave you alone. “Come running with me...” His voice was more persistent as he kissed your shoulders, your neck, along your collar bone and when you giggled and tried to hide your face in your pillow he kissed that too; “Vin! No!!” “C’mon...” you weren’t deterring him from his trail of kisses; “I thought you liked running before work...” “On my own terms...” you peaked at your own clock “Not at this ungodly hour..!” “Y/N...” he kissed you again, sighing your name in a way that made your skin prickle. Oh. You felt him grin; “C’mon...” the run of his hands was dangerous and you caught them in yours “...you can’t tell me you don’t wanna...” “This early..?” You grumbled; face still in your pillow “Mmm...” he pulled his body warmth from yours, which made you groan again in discontent as he pulled you up. Why is he such a morning person on the days I don’t wanna be-!? “Vin....” You whined, as he placed his hands either side of you this time kissing you into silence “Come on. What are you afraid of? You won’t beat me?” “I believe the word partner doesn’t mean it’s a race!” “Dunno. It’s kinda a race...” You smacked his arm and allowed him to drag you the rest of the way out of bed; “See!” He coaxed half in mocking “Then you can be back in bed before you know it... orrrr...” he smirked “you could come shower with me.” “F**k off!” You stretched, with a yawn, “...I’ll be way too awake to fall back to sleep and you’re for sure earning the shower thing-! You WISH that thought would cross my mind.” “Though it clearly does...” he smirked again, but then sighed; “And I know… I’m well aware now of exactly who I’m earning…” You scoffed and proceeded to push past him to get ready, “Feisty this mornin’ are we-!?” “Blame yourself-!! You woke me up!” As he predicted, you were running circles around him by the time you were half a mile up the road... you ran ahead and then tracked back, looped around him - ran off again and did the same.“Vinnnn—!” elongated pause “Hurry uuuupppp—!!” Vince sighed, frustrated “This isn’t exactly partnering with me now, is it!!” He heard you laugh but you didn’t respond until you wheeled back; “I told you before, you gotta keep pace with me babe.” “Definitely did not think that conversation was really about running!” “And maybe it wasn’t!” You gave a wink, “Are you asking me to slow down-!?” “Yeah then I can actually, y’know - talk to ya!” That made you laugh again - and you sprinted another tight loop before slowing down to match his pace and rhythm. “Better.” There was a slight growl of approval to his voice that made you raise an eyebrow, “Geez, how do you run this slow.” “F**k off!” Again your laughter filled the quiet morning air; “I’m kidding this is like a good distance pace, babe, I like it! I got no problems!” “Oh yeah-! Sure you don’t!” You laughed again, nudging his shoulder playfully with your own – as you made sure to keep within brushing distance of him. “Not with your running anyhow.” “Oh, for F-” *** Given to who you were, sometimes you had days where clients would contact you from your website – rather than going through the company – and wanted to talk with you about drawing houses, or offices, or the like… These calls had a habit of being at odd times, with you in Australia and them /almost anywhere else/ in the world. And that left you always looking for something to do on the days they rolled around. And huffing to yourself about why they couldn’t be Australian millionaires; because if it all went smoothly, you supposed you’d likely have to travel to their country of origin. Today was such a day, and you weren’t about to sit around at home all day waiting… So you drove yourself into Melbourne. “Excuse me… Are you… Y/N...?” you were in town, doing some shopping of your own when you heard your name. It was said almost a little uncertainly; the type of thing you were used to hearing from a fan. A student who was about to tell you that some of your impossible architecture was inspiring their final project... Or anyone who was just a fan of your work. Calm and timid and looking to do anything but inconvenience you. You glanced over your shoulder towards the origin of the voice and froze. Hoping that panic didn’t simultaneously cross your face. Not a student, probably also not here to talk to you about your architecture either - you would highly doubt it. You’d seen pictures, Vince wasn’t attempting to keep his life hidden from you - if he was going to make this work he probably wanted you to meet his kids... But, this was something a little bit different even than that. You turned to her and swallowed hard - unsure of what the correct thing to say even was. But you knew her name well enough... “Ally…” ---

#Lyric #Ben Mendelsohn #Vince Kovac #Tangle #Emily Kinney lyrics!#Tbh I just needed this one at the right time - and OH!#Stick around Vince you're another one on the Spain list.#I always pick up the most random songs for you...#Anyways now we have Ally in the mix #Which is exciting!#Where to now! What will she tell or not tell Reader!#...Wait for Em. That's a cat fight coming if ever there was one.#Fuck her up Lyric that's why I made you.#Is this slightly OOC?#maybe I just want him to be a better person...#88 #Team 2009

End Up With You - Johnnie x Reader (Prime Mover)

I wrote this in like an hour after watching the movie... I’m sorry I love him so much. Help me!

Author’s Note: Yes - he gets a cover, basically because I SWEAR there is one gif on the entire Website even though... he’s just... so... 🥵🔥 I mean I might turn this into a mini-series, I already titled it, as you can see. End Up With You - Carrie Underwood - I might have decided on this simply because of the aesthetic of the lyric video... BUT it also works! Disclaimer: Prime Mover and Associated Characters not mine. Premise: Dating a truck driver didn’t come easy, and one thing was for sure, you always loved him being back from a run... Words: 1421 Warnings: Innuendos. 🎉 I’ll leave it to you if they’re even talking about the truck or not

There was no such thing as late. There couldn’t be any such thing as late; not in this line of work. There was rarely ever early either; with the amount of miles to cover and the number of hours to do it in, drivers were constantly pushing themselves to the limit to meet required work. Which meant surprising – although nice – was never good. It usually meant he was cutting time out of jobs, and you’d rather not see him at all than for five fleeting minutes before he was dashing back to the cab of his truck and off again. That didn’t mean that even when you knew scheduling, he wouldn’t surprise you at all. And today was one of those nice rarities when it was a good surprise. “OH GOD! Phil-! Are you still using female mechanics-?! Geez - I’m gonna have to stop coming here!” You leant your head against the truck you were currently working on, but couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping at the sound of his voice. Asshole! You took a pace back, setting your tools down - and slowly raised your gaze to the man standing in the door way with that grin on his face. “I hope yours doesn’t need anything big doing to it…” You leant against the wall for a second – trying to ignore the elation running through your body at seeing Johnnie for the first time in months “Or this mechanic might just forget what she’s doing…” He ran his tongue between his teeth as he smiled; “…Oh c’mon, you know the only people allowed to touch her is me and you.” “Thought you might be forgetting that…” He still had that grin on his face that you now couldn’t help but mirror; “Miss me?” “As if, asshole.” You pushed yourself from the wall and took several running steps to him. He knew what was coming and braced himself for your jump. You wrapped yourself around him, and couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh at the feeling of being in his embrace again. And then he kissed you, and it was like electric fire. The first one was always the best one, and the last by far the worst… But that was the way you lived. He would leave you, and you would stay here until he came back. And you’d always wait for him to turn back to you hold his hand out and ask you to ride with him for this one; Aw, it’s a long trek… It’s gonna get pretty lonely… Phil often let you go, because he could tease your significant other if he did that; God, yeah, you better go – he’s gonna need a hell of a mechanic on a trip like that with the way he goes. Then you’d have to push him back to his truck (laughing) before retaliation got neither of you anywhere fast… Of course, that was both a blessing and a curse. Because you reckoned, even though with you there he should be more careful, Johnnie took it to heart that he had a good mechanic with him and decided he could be just that little bit more reckless… Which often just left him leaning against his truck as you fixed it on the highway in a pretty bad mood. You guessed that was all part of the fun for him though, because without fail he’d make a sweeping statement about you maybe having to stay out here. And then getting promptly shut down with a scathing look from you ‘If you think you’re getting that out here with your truck in this state…!!!’ Johnnie tipped his body back in order to balance you, whilst running one hand through your hair – the other dangerously close to wending its way up your shirt. This making out continued for a few minutes until Phil sighed; “Jesus, you two-! That’s enough! Get a room..!” Johnnie barely pulled away enough to retaliate; “Come off it! It’s been like, what, 4 months!?” Phil waved his hand across the yard to the neatly parked vehicles, all of their drivers currently having well-earned rest (save one, anyway); “What, and you can’t walk back over to your truck first..!?” “Why the hell do you think I’m here – I need a fix!” “Yeah… I’m sure that your truck is really what you’re thinking of…” “OH F-” You pushed a finger to his lips; “Okay… Okay…” You hushed him as you hopped down, “That’s enough.” “Did you hear what he just said-!?” You swayed your head; yes, but… “I’m aware that he also employs me…” Johnnie grumbled to himself but remained fairly silent besides that, which earned him you closing the gap again for another kiss. “What’s wrong with it?” “Regular maintenance – I didn’t do anything stupid…” He knew that smile that ran across your face, “…Mmm hmmm…” Tell me another “I’ll take a look…” Your arms folded between the two of you as he took you back in his own; “I missed you…” “I know…” you whispered gently as he pushed you back against the chrome plating of someone else’s truck that you’d just spent the last 3 hours on, his lips found yours again. You were lucky that you knew Phil wouldn’t be clock watching – he trusted you to do your job and you did it well. You weren’t sure how the owner of the vehicle you were now pressed up against would feel about your hand prints all over it, though. This time you had to breathe; “How long are you back?” You didn’t say home. You didn’t want to say home… There was too much hope in calling it home… He gave a shrug; “A couple of days…” He pulled back enough to look at the roster sheets that lined the back wall. His was blank – for now “…Until something gets posted there. But you know how it goes. I won’t be back more than a week.” “Couple of days is still better than hours.” “Shhh-! You’ll jinx it…!” He claimed your lips rougher this time, which had you wrapping your arms around his neck again, and him pushing you up the grill of the truck. Phil wasn’t going to like this one bit. Indeed he wasn’t. And he cleared his throat. Johnnie pulled away from you with a roll of his eyes; “What?!” “Got something for me?” “Yeah it’s back in my truck – what is your problem!?” “Can you please leave my mechanic alone to do her job! Or you can have one of those.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the papers attached to everyone’s clipboards. Johnnie took a deep breath, that wasn’t an invitation for banter – but a warning, and this time even his arms left you, “Yeah, I’ll go get it.” 90% of the time Phil was good to you, and if he could he’d keep paper from Johnnie’s roster until he had absolutely no choice but to put them there. And you appreciated that. But sometimes, because of his experience there were runs that Phil would only trust your other half with – and even when he came back here on a scheduled stop, he’d be off again less than an hour later. And that was without counting depots wanting him to do other work around the country. “I better get my duty papers… don’t go anywhere gorgeous.” He winked, making you shake your head again; “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m going to go back to working.” He laughed; “Not if I can help it!” “Then maybe you’d like to tell the pissed off owner why I’ve not completed repairs.” “Easy, your boyfriend needs servicing and is far more important.” You opened your mouth as the cheekiness of his almost serious facial expression, and found yourself folding your arms again. Then thought better of it, and flicked your eyes up and down what he was wearing; “Well… you are wearing my favourite leather jacket… But it’s only worth it if I can steal it.” “Oh no…” He took a pace back “Last time that happened I forgot it… How can I complete a run without this?” He put his hands in his pockets to fan the jacket out for you. “Ugh-!” You placed your hand against your heart; “You’re killin’ me, go get your paper work – boss is waiting…!” “Don’t forget which truck is the most important.” “I’ll get to her.” “She can wait until after me-!” “Oh don’t worry, I know just how to fix you up…” “Damn right…” You couldn’t see his grin, now he’d turned around and slid his sunshades on – but you could hear it. He held his hand up, in a casual wave goodbye. But only for a few minutes – not the months you were used to, and he walked back towards his gleaming red truck; even with the runs he did, you were glad to see he always took care of her. You bit your lip watching him walk away. If you had your way, and you would, you’d be wearing that jacket by the time the sun went down.

#short 'n' sweet #ben mendelsohn #johnnie #prime mover #no matter what I spell that damn movie title wrong.#I always type movie instead of mover #movier?#EHHHH #Fuck me in your truck in that jacket boi plz #That's gonna be his tag #like Nolans is 'there will never be enough'...#Leah #72 #Team 2009 #PNVJ

Play It Again - Ned Kendall x Reader (Beautiful Kate)

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It was always a Prequal/Sequal to “Somewhere on a Beach”. However it didn’t really turn out that way... You may however still read it as one.

Author’s Note: *ehem* So, Here’s another ‘Ned Kendall Has Been Stuck At The Bottom Of My Drafts For A Year’ fic. 😬

Also I started this one in December and it’s taken until now to finish it... 🙈

Asides from that, he did demand to be written in one sitting. So that’s how we are actually finished now! (Along with some persuasion from Amanda, of course!)

Disclaimer: Beautiful Kate Characters not mine / the titles of Ned’s novels are actually the titles of my mum’s novels 😁 / gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Words: 7497

Warnings: Swearing / Sexual Connotations

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