☆Respect another person's taste of music. It is a kind of manners.

Give Me Love
(Ed Sheeran)

   "I told you I'm not marrying him, dad."

   Michelle Jones said under the sound of the rain, her head down, her hair curled up behind her, her back laid against the wall.

   She paused to listen to what he had to say then she interrupted. "Yeah, I know I have to, but not him. Anyone but him. And I'm trying on Parker now, okay?"

   He said something back but she cut him again. "Let me deal with it. We'll be fine, okay?" She hung up.

   She sighed heavily, then cursed under her breath about how stupid her father was to put all the household money into a business just for it to get bankrupt, the only way to save her reputation and her family is to somehow marry someone for the costs.

   Definitely not that asshole her father forced her to, Jones picked Parker as a target for she had no other choice.

It will pass your birthday soon. All the actors and actresses are in the hotel room after the long day of shooting, Peter Parker was drunk in his room, grieving with himself.

   His door was unlocked, and Michelle decided to open it up, to check on him, to complete her purpose. She saw him there on the bed, eyes closed with his face down.

   That night he was too tired of everything, but in the morning he will definitely put all the leftover feelings into a song.

🎼Play the song here🎼

   Please, know that he was just a boy, and he was well aware of all his mistakes, he took all the blames, but he was lost, and unless someone helps him find his way back home he will stay far from it.

   In the darkened room Michelle sat next to him. She was just about to stay there but Parker reached out like a lost child to her,  he was far from sober that he didn't even know who was there, but he needed them to save him.

   Softly, he whispered.

   "Give me love, like her."

   Jones's lips split open a little for she didn't expect this.

   "Lately I've been waking up alone." He continued under his breath.

   Paint splattered, teardrops on his shirt. He told her he'd let them go.

   With his eyes half open he muttered. "And that I'll fight my corner, maybe tonight I'll call her, after my blood turns into alcohol...."

   Then he said to himself. "... No, I just wanna hold her."

   "Peter, it's me. MJ." She tried to get his consciousness back, but at this point ,he was too drunk to even hear a thing.

Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out.
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around.

   And then it was overwhelming, he thought MJ was you.

   "All I want is the taste that your lips allow." He pulled her close that their noses touch.

   "Give me love."

   His hands on her waist, pulling her close, in his blurry eyes he saw you in her, and so he kissed you, on her lips.

My, my, my, my, Give me love.

My, my, my, my.

Give me love.

   He wrapped his arms around her, his lips to her ears.

   "Give me love like never before." He begged to you through Michelle. "'Cause lately I've been craving more."

   She knew he meant it for you, but she refused to stop it, it goes just as planned as Peter said. "And it's been a while but I still feel the same."

   Then it was a question as he pushed her away a little. "Maybe I should let you go?" He asked her as you.

   Lips lingering on her face, he said. "You know I'll fight my corner, and that tonight I'll call you, after my blood is drowning in alcohol."

   But he saw you staring back and he just couldn't. "No, I just wanna hold ya."

Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out.
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around.

All I want is the taste that your lips allow.
My, my, my, my, oh... give me love.

   He couldn't stop it, he couldn't stand the isolation inside of him, so he kissed her again, gasping to feel love, to be loved again like how he ruined it all.

   All he wants is a taste that one's lips allow.

   All he asks for that night was to give him love.

   On the other side of the story, you who he thought was giving him love was in your bedroom, crying of your birthday without the one that means the most to you.

   Back onto this side of the story between Peter Parker and Michelle Jones, one thing leads to another. Their clothes were unbuttoned, their skins touched, his fingers ran through her hair.

   "He said he'd be here." You cried in your bedroom, hands over your mouth, trying not to make a single sound.

   "Give me love, lover..." Peter said softly, going for more from MJ's lips he thought was yours.

   Your heart aches, as your hands gripped tight onto the locket he gave you, one he said you should wear it so he'll be next to your heartbeat where he should be, but now he was away.

   Then you broke down, you took off the necklace, opened it up to look at the picture of the two of you, your tears dropped onto it. You have had enough and you threw it across the room.

   "Love me." You said on your own.

   "Give me love." He said to her. "Give me love." He begged to her. "Give me love... love me."

Give me love.

   You lost all of your strength and you fell on your bed, all alone and cold with tears still falling, your pillow wet as you felt like you've lost everything. Before you fell asleep you whispered. "Give me love."

   The thunder of the night covered up all the noises inside that room, it rained down hard on the roof, falling and pouring like all his mistakes. Especially this one that he made with all the alcohol in his blood and loneliness in his heart.

My, my, my, my, Give me love.
My, my, my, my, Give me love.
My, my, my, my, Give me love.
My, my, my, my, Give me love.
My, my, my, my, Give me love.
My, my, my, my.

   "Give me love...."

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   "(Y/n)."

   Natasha has been knocking on your door for almost 5 minutes now but there was no response.

   "(Y/n)! Are you okay?" She started to get paranoid and worried if you did some stupid decisions because of what happened yesterday.

   "(Y/n)!! Are you ok--" The door swung open as you were there on the other side, with your hair messy, your clothes from yesterday, and your whole body a mess.

   "Morning." You said with barely any voice.

   "Jesus, how much did you cry last night. You look like you've been stung by the whole hive of bees." She pushed you to the bathroom and handed you a towel.

   "A lot." You said, rubbing your eyes. "What do I have to do today again?" You asked her.

   "Carpool karaoke with Wanda." Nat said.

   "Wanda hosts a carpool karaoke now? I thought she just sings."

   "Apparently. Now dress up and hurry or we'll be late. Breakfast's ready, come downstairs when you're done."

   "Kay, mum..."

   You tried your hardest to refresh, but your eyes were swollen so much, when you arrived at the set you had to wear sunglasses.

   Wanda and her carpool parked in front of you and when you got in she came straight for a hug.

   "I've missed you and Happy birthday!" She said.

   "I miss you too." You faked a smile, you missed her too, really, but what happened last night was still traumatizing.

   You looked at the camera that was in the car and smiled tiredly like you ain't got no soul to spare today.

   "What's with the sunglasses?" She asked.

   "Fashion." You lied, but Wanda kind of figured it out on her own and so she changed the subject.

   "We thought you were going to quit the business, what made you come back?"

   "Oh, you know, drama attacked me and so I thought let's write a song about that, and that's what I do for a living."

   She chuckled. "Okay, okay. I won't ask anything more, today we'll just gonna sing a song and be happy, so, let's go, shall we?"

   "Hit it." You said.

   She played End Game because it was the latest song you released, and you tried to be fun with it but the fact that you're not Peter's endgame made it all depressing.

   You wanted to cry again so Wanda hurried up and change to her own song, it was better, you faked happy enough for the show to pay you, but the fans definitely know you were a total mess.

   The carpool was about to end and it was a chill moment between the two of you talking while scrolling down your phones.

   You tried to ignore Instagram but Wanda didn't, in her feeds, she saw something and her jaw dropped, her green eyes widened up, then she looked at you.

   "What..? Anything about me?" You asked.

   "N--no... nothing... ugh..."

   "Let me see it." You bent your face closer, Wanda was still in shock as she handed you her phone.

   And everything stopped.

   Your heartbeat, the time, just... everything.

   It was a picture taken by the paparazzi, of Peter Parker and Michelle Jones leaving the same hotel room in the morning.

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