oh man, a softer world. memories right there. aka I’m going to ask for a million of these so feel free to pick and choose (or ignore) my asks: 23 for gemma/gabe, 35 for jamie benn/spencer smith the fifth, & 44 for jack/five
23. we talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.) -- gemma arterton/gabe landeskog.
Gabe pauses the record when Gemma shuffles into the room, blindly reaching an arm out of the duvet she wears as a cape to switch on the light. "Sorry," he apologises, the room silent. She doesn't find the light switch. Her palm flattens to the wall just under it. "Didn't mean to wake you with it."
(Joni Mitchell. Last week Gemma sang along with it as she darned the rip in her jumper sleeve at the kitchen table, the low afternoon sun thrown across her legs from the window. Her notes were sweeter than Joni's, sunnier, missing Joni's heartache in them. Gabe listened until she stopped.)
She stands there. And Gabe looks at her. He's too awake to sleep. The last four chapters of his book poured out of him at this time yesterday but tonight it's not there. He wants to write but has nothing to put down, the typewriter on the desk untouched for the last hour.
Gemma says, "Come back to bed," and removes her hand from the wall, reaching for him with a smile.
35. i hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. come home. (you can’t start a fire without a spark.) -- jamie benn/spencer smith v.
Spencer doesn't care- alright, ok, that's a bad way of putting it. He does care. Just. Not the way people think he does; not the way Ryan keeps texting him about, sending long-winded messages about opportunities lost and how he needs to go after everything he can with his arms open. The same man who wrote an entire folk rock album about a girl only to cheat on her in the end.
Spencer isn't going to take Ryan's advice. Especially when he doesn't care like that; he doesn't care if Jamie doesn't text him back for almost a week because they're both adults with lives and jobs, and he definitely doesn't care that he sometimes reads a text and forgets to text Jamie back because he's in the middle of something and only remembers when the next text comes through. It's not about filling his life with Jamie, it's-
It's about fitting Jamie into his already existing life. And Jamie fitting Spencer into his in return. Between timezone differences -- Jamie's often in two different ones on the same day -- and meetings, training and and more meetings, games and flights and Zoom calls, a lot of the hours in their days are accounted for.
So it means something that they still exist around all of that.
(And it means something when Spencer turns up at a game in LA completely unannounced, stealing Jamie away from the team to sleep at his for the night.)
44. i am writing a book of love poetry for you. for example: “the only reason you could possibly need your music that loud is if you were planning to listen from my apartment. you downstairs motherfuckers.” (every day i hope to see a moving truck pull in. or an ambulance.) -- jack eichel/five hargreeves.
(older!five fits so wonderfully into smartverse, pity he looks like mathew barzal who is already there.)
Jack's met him once, halfway down the stairs at the front door when Five was just starting them. He nodded and watched him go by, realising only after he had given him a smile that that was him -- the fucker in 2B with the obnoxiously loud Chet Baker. (Before anyone tries to come for Jack, this is in no way an objection to Chet, Jack loves Chet. But Jack doesn't love super loud Chet at ass o’clock in the morning when Jack has to be up for work at 6:30, no sir, no thank you.)
Jack's met him once and only knows his name because Noah told him, because Nick told him, because Gemma told him cos Gemma had to drop his post to him cos she had been collecting post to forward to the previous old lady who lived in 2B before him and Gemma realised someone new had moved in when she noticed the name on the phone bill had changed.
(Nick should have noticed since he's the superintendent but that's an honorary title at best at this point.)
Jack's met him once but it's 2:28am and Jack's going to fight the asshole in his own kitchen cos he's out of bed and stomping down the stairs, ready to beat the door down to get the fucker to turn off his music. He's gotta turn it off and never turn any music back on ever again or move now, that's it. Jack's done.
Gemma can forward him his post.
