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Sleepy -> pure Ethan fluff here

Ethan’s best friend likes him more than she’ll admit, and he has a habit of sleeping on her.

Tara caught you the first time it happened.

You were at Ethan and Chad’s dorm, studying for your Econ exam with Tara, when you’d found yourself curled up against Ethan, head in his lap, dozing away from boredom.

“Look how cute.” Tara whispered to Chad, pointing her pen at the two of you. Ethan’s head had fallen back to rest against the wall, his eyes closed as the two of you slept.

The next time was at the Halloween party. This time it was Ethan, exhausted from the alcohol and the noise, that had sat next to you on the couch beside Anika and Mindy. And when his head had moved to lay against your shoulder, his breaths slowing as he found comfort in your presence, you’d had to shush Mindy so she wouldn’t wake him up with her loud gossiping.

Most recently, you’d been found by Chad, curled up together under the covers in Ethan’s bed, his arm slung over your waist as your head burrowed in the space between his neck and shoulder.

No one in your friend group understood why the two of you weren’t together. It made no sense—you were always attached at the hip and, whenever you hung out, you always inevitably seemed to be napping with one another. For Ethan, it was because he was constantly stressed, and with you he could relax, breathing in the scent of your perfume and running tentative hands over your soft skin. For you, it was…

Well, you weren’t entirely sure.

So when you began receiving messages from your friend’s shared group-chat you gave a wary glance to Ethan where he laid curled up in a ball beside you, his head in your lap.

Core Four

Chad: Alright Y/N, spill the tea. What’s going on w you and E?

Chad: That rhymed

Chad: lol

Y/N: nothings going on why?

Tara: surrrre

Tara: *image*

Tara: looks like a whole lot of ‘nothing’

Y/N: stopppp when did you take that??

Chad: what the HELLL 🔥🔥🔥

Y/N: Tara delete that pls

Tara: no I’m making it my lock screen 😏

Chad: I thought I was your lock screen

Mindy: As long as his Ghostface ass stays away from me I don’t care who he naps with. Next subject.

Chad: don’t be boring

Y/N: *left groupchat*

Tara: noooo

You sighed, turning off your phone and chucking it to the end of the bed before running your nails absentmindedly through Ethan’s curls. Truth was, you did like your friend. You just didn’t know how to tell him.

“Y/N.” Ethan grumbled, lifting his head a fraction as he blinked sleepily. “What’s going…on?”

“Hey, Sleepy.” You smiled down at him, then squeaked when he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you under the covers next to him, his head moving to rest on your stomach. “E, what the—”

“Just go to sleep, please.” He grumbled, voice drowsy. “Need your…” he trailed off and your face flushed, but you made yourself comfortable, resting a hand against his head as you relaxed, your eyes slowly closing.

-

“Come on.” Tara was urging, watching as you did your makeup and ignored her. “Just get together all ready I’m sick of this.”

“He’s my friend, Tare.” You argued, raising a brow at her in the vanity mirror. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” She asked, flouncing over. “Because I heard that Chad says he likes you.”

“Chad likes me?” You asked, confused, and Tara rolled her eyes.

“No dumbass. Ethan likes you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before shaking your head.

“I call bullshit.”

“What kind of friends nap together all the time?” She pushed, approaching to crouch on the floor beside you, crossing her arms and resting them on your legs. “I mean—come on. Come on. The boy can’t keep his hands off you.”

“That’s bull—” your phone rang and you both jumped. You reached out but Tara grabbed it first and you yelped, diving for the brunette as she giggled and ran, answering the call.

“Hey Sleepy.” She cooed, reading off Ethan’s contact name. She shot you a wink as your face burned. “What’s—” she paused. Then she looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, yeah. She’s here, hold on.” Tara passed you the phone and you snatched it away, heartbeat quickening as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice met your ear and you tensed. He sounded…sad? Distressed? “Can you come over? Please?”

“Why what happened?” You asked, already standing up. Screw it, you’d take your makeup wipes with you and remove your half-finished look. Tara was watching you, looking a bit worried, as she handed you your purse.

“I don’t know I just…can you just come?”

“Yeah. Yeah, E.” You said, listening to the phone click as you looked to Tara. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing he—he kind of sounded like…like he was crying or something. All he said was ‘Tara, give me Y/N please.’” She paused. “Is he okay, or—?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry for leaving. Dunkin in the morning?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

So you left, going to Ethan’s dorm as fast as you could. You knew Chad was out with Mindy and Anika, and assumed that that’s why Ethan had called. But why did he sound so…upset?

You used your spare key that Ethan had made you to enter, knocking first, then pushed inside. When you got to Ethan’s room you saw him sitting with his head in his hands, but he soon looked up at you. His expression was pained and you felt a stab of anxiety run through you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, setting your stuff down as you moved to him, sitting down beside your friend.

“I um..” he trailed off, looking at you then away. “this is embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You said, reaching out to rub his back. “Tell me what happened.” Baby. You’d almost called him baby at the end of that sentence. You were insanely glad that you hadn’t.

“I have night terrors.” He said after a weighted pause, his eyes shifting to yours. “I cant sleep sometimes. When I’m alone I—I just…I just toss and turn. Everything freaks me out I don’t like to be alone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

“Night terrors? About what?”

“Well,” his face turned a shade of pink and he looked away. “well I was trying to go to bed and then I saw you and—” he paused, breath hitching, and you felt your chest tighten. “It’s fine. You’re here now, right? You’re fine.” He seemed to be trying to convince himself, his eyes darting across your face like he wasn’t sure this was real, and something in you cracked.

“Is that why you’re always so tired with me?” You asked, frowning. “Because you cant sleep alone?”

“No.” He said, and you stared at him in confusion, but he cut you off before you could speak. “I sleep with you because I feel…safe with you.” He seemed embarrassed again and glanced down at his hands. “I don’t feel comfortable with anyone else. Not like—not like you..” he sighed and blinked up at the ceiling, seeming to fight back a wince. “Im totally weirding you out right now, aren’t I.”

You watched him for a moment, contemplative, before you kicked off your shoes. He could only stare as you moved to the opposite side of his bed and shoved your shorts off, left in a huge t-shirt curtesy of Ethan himself.

“It’s not weird.” You said, slipping under the covers, and smacked the mattress next to you. He still stared, and you rolled your eyes. “Come on, E. Get in the bed.”

A hesitant laugh left him as he did so, climbing in beside you. It was muscle memory, at this point: your head on his chest, his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You felt his soft breaths on your hair as you settled, adjusting into the familiarity of his body as you rested.

“You know I care about you, right?” Ethan asked into the darkness, his thumb brushing soft strokes against your waist. “Like..more than anyone.”

You smiled against him.

“Are you saying you have a crush on me, Sleepy?” You teased, and he startled you by instantly saying, “Yeah”.

You sat up a bit, looking at him, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks had gone red. You brushed his hair away from his forehead and ran your fingers across his cheek, your head tilting.

“Then do something about it.” You whispered, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath you, before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

-

Core Four

Chad: Y/N?

Chad: Y/N I know you’re getting these messages. I added you back to the groupchat a week ago.

Y/N: what do you want

Chad: my BOY over here says he’s going to his GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE TO WATCH A MOVIE

Chad: WHICH?? GIRLFRIEND???

Tara: WHAT

Mindy: Ew.

Y/N: he has a girlfriend?

Chad: …

Chad: it’s not you??? he just left the house like an hour ago

Y/N: why would you think it’s me??

Chad: BECAUSE

Tara: nooo my fave ship

Mindy: Thank God.

Y/N: *image*

Y/N: idk what movie he was planning on watching because this man is out like a fuckin light

Tara: AHHHHHHHHHHHJOANASKNKSN

Chad: WHAT THE HEEEEEELLLLLL🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Mindy: I hate you all.

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only to be with you

summary: Netyam has been training with his father incessantly. He just needs this one moment to be with you, and only you. 

pairing: neteyam x gf!omaticaya! reader

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You’re in the midst of cutting up dried fruit when you feel it: Two hands gripping your waist, and without a thought the knife in your hand presses against the throat of whoever’s behind. 

“Neteyam, you skxawng! I could’ve hurt you!” You drop the knife quickly, softly slapping the side of his head with the other. 

“It’d be the best way for me to go out, no?” He chuckles, taking the knife from your clutch, throwing it behind you with a smug smile on his face, as he gathers your now empty hand in his. 

“Don’t do that again.”

“I promise I won’t,” he rolls his eyes, that stupid smile still on his face while making a show of crossing his fingers behind his back. 

His free hand feathers down your arm, “What are you doing back? I wasn’t expecting you for two more days.” 

Neteyam has been off training with his father and brother. Not only was his father your clan’s Olo'eyktan, but Neteyam would be next in line as the eldest son. So taking these training sessions seriously was crucial to his future. 

“We finished early, but we go back out tomorrow. I needed to see you.” 

You smile at his endearment. 

“Let’s go, I want to go to Utral Aymokriyä,” he tells you suddenly.

“Right now?! It’s nearly eclipse,” but he drags you out in the absence of concern. 

— 

“Ma ‘Teyam! The sun has already set. Your father will kill us— you if he determines we are out here.”

“You worry too much, yawne (beloved).” 

“You are not worrying enough,” you huff, as he slows both of you to a stop, once you have reached your destination. 

The Tree of Voices is a magnificent sight, but at night, you marvel at how Eywa could have created something so beautiful. Watching as the willow tree glows its breathtaking purple hue. Surrounded by glowing green cherubs. Against Neteyam, his green eyes glimmer softly, as does his skin. 

He sits on his familiar spot, resting against a rock facing Utral Aymokriyä. He tugs you down with him, placing you against his toned chest. A teasing smirk on his face as he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. 

“You have training tomorrow with your father. I don’t want to be the reason—“

Neteyam can’t help but grow irritated (in a loving way, of course) at your worrisome ways. He hasn’t seen you in a week, since training with his father and younger brother becomes more frequent and tiresome. He just needed this moment to relax, and who better to do it with than his yawne.

He cups your jaw gently, silencing you in the moment, tilting your face to him. “I have not seen you in what feels like forever. Let yourself be the reason I am happy and easy. Hm?”

You smile shyly at his admission. Letting yourself relax in the arms of Neteyam entirely. 

“I have missed you.” He murmurs, the pads of his thumbs running over the apples of your cheek. 

“So have I. More than you know.” You reply, placing a hand behind his neck. Watching as his eyes become heavy lidded, inching his face— more so his lips— towards you. 

In a blink, Neteyam wraps another arm around your trim waist, pulling you even closer. And his lips latch on top of yours in a rush. 

“Neteyam,” you gasp, your hand squeezes his arm as he trails kisses down the side of your neck. 

“Y/n,” he groans against your pulse point before he fastens your lips with his, cupping the back of your head. 

It’s scandalous and a little degenerate to do what you do at such a sacred site. Neteyams kisses only grow fervent at the sounds you emit. The way you grip his arm or allow your tongue clash with his, just as he’s taught you. 

— 

Neteyam laughs at your joke, his lips never far from your temple. Your hands swim together in the air gently. 

“How are singing lessons?” He asks, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. 

Inwardly, you shudder at his affection. But the way the tips of your ears flicker gives you away. 

“It is alright. My mother believes I will be just as good as her one day, maybe even better when I master my breathing.” 

Your mother, Ninat. 

“You will be. You are.” Your Neteyam assures you with conviction, his fingers dropping yours to grasp your chin. 

“Thank you, ma Nateyam.” 

You kiss his swollen lips, cupping his face in your palms. Lost in anything and everything him.

Yet, the sound of a clearing throat causes the two of you to jump away. Your hands drop from Neteyam’s face. Your fingers covering your lips as if it could hide what the two of you had been doing, at the sight of your clan’s Olo'eyktan: Jake Sully. 

Lo’ak stands at his father's side. A guilty look on his face. He had no choice but to snitch. His father was a convincing man. 

“Dad—“

“Neteyam. You should’ve been home by eclipse, what are you doing out here— never mind, don’t answer that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “We have training tomorrow morning, did you forget?” 

Neteyam rises to his feet, lending a hand to you. 

“I didn’t forget. It is my fault. I— I lost track of time.” 

Your stomach stirs at the sight of an intimidating Jake Sully. Your tail tucked low and ears pinned back. 

Jake sighs in reply. “Lo’ak, See to it Y/n gets home safely, and make your way back home quickly. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir.”

You look up at Neteyam in question, but when he squeezes your hand and nods softly. You know to follow his father’s orders. 

“Make sure she gets home safe.” Neteyam calls after your retreating figures.

“Yes brother.” Lo’ak replies exasperated as if he didn’t already know it would be his head if anything were to happen to Y/n.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” Jake smiles, bowing his head curtly. 

“Have a goodnight Mr. Sully. Goodnight Neteyam.” You reply, waving as you follow closely behind Lo’ak. 

When the sound of their footsteps is no longer heard, Jake can’t help but let out a short, frustrating sigh.

“What’s going on with you son. I can expect this behavior from your brother, but you? You’ve been slacking.” 

“I’m sorry, dad,” Neteyam can’t help lowering  his head at the disappointment he’s embarked on his father. “I’m trying to learn to balance it all. I barely get to see her.” He raises his head once again. 

Jake sighs again, unsure of what to say. How to fix this without coming off a complete jackass. Anything pertaining to his kids’ romantic lives was usually appointed to their mother. He wasn’t hopeless, but Neytiri was far better off. 

But he knows one thing. With the love he feels for his mate, he’d never want to get in the way of whatever it is between you and his son. 

“We’ll figure out a compromise. How does that sound?” Jake slings an arm around his eldest, letting a hand rest on top of Neteyam’s head. 

“Thank you, dad.” He smiles, throwing an arm around his waist. 

“Let’s head back, your mother is worried sick.” He kisses the top of his head and the two trek home. 

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needy reader with eddie when he’s been gone all day with a club meeting! pls it’s been on my mind :3

eddie is secretly just as clingy ♡ gn!reader / shy!reader | 1k words

You're lying in Eddie's bed, restless. Sick of staring at his things but too shy to snoop properly for something interesting to do, you wait for him to get back from his club impatiently. You wiggle your toes in your socks and dig them under the bedsheets, curling up in the centre of his bed with a morose pout. You bury your face in his pillows and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his cologne. 

You forget what you're waiting for and end up dozing off, hands wrapped around one of his pillows, the sheets tangled between your legs. 

A warm hand clasps your shoulder, massaging gently downwards until he's found your hand. Eddie slides his fingers through yours, the warm bulk of his rings pressing into your skin. 

"Hey, sweetheart," he says. 

You blink at him through tired eyes and grin when you realise he's home. "You're back," you murmur, rubbing your face into his pillow. 

He brings his free hand to your forehead. 

"Sorry. Meeting ran over. Bored without me?" he asks knowingly. 

You wrinkle your nose at him and sit up. He's quick to help you, a lean arm wrapped behind your shoulders, his hand slowly drifting to the small of your back. You drop your head against his shoulder. 

"You want a hug?" he asks. 

You nod hurriedly, not wanting to sound clingy but absolutely being it. He makes a pitying sound that's actually quite nice and wraps you up confidently, his hand rubbing down the lengths of your arms, his cheek pressed to your temple. 

"I missed you," you croak. 

"I missed you," he says fondly. "You want water?" 

"No," you lie. 

What you want is for him to keep hugging you close like this, the warmth of his body sinking into yours, his thigh crushing your leg. You feel very safe. 

"You were gone all day," you say quietly. 

It's dark out. The only light in Eddie's room is the weak lamp on the bedside table. It casts his shadow across the rumpled sheets and gives his pale face an orange glow. 

You feel bad for being so needy suddenly and go to pull away. He gives you a great last squeeze and let's you go, though he takes one of your hands into both of his and works your fingers with his thumbs. 

"You can have me all day tomorrow. Swears," he says. He's giving you a look you don't understand,  maybe a hint of longing, a dash of apology. Whatever it is, he's too cool for it, and he clears his throat and nudges your legs with his knee. 

"Move over." 

"Get changed first," you say. 

"Not like it's my bed, or anything," he mutters, though he does as you demand and drops your hand.

You watch him change out of his club shirt and his Levi's. Usually you wouldn't, but you've missed him and you want to make him laugh, so when he stands in his boxers and stretches, looking for something clean to sleep in, you wolf whistle. 

You're not very good. You wipe your spit wet hands against your chest and grin as he turns on his heel, eyebrows raised. 

"That wasn't me," you say. 

"No?" he asks. 

You both laugh and as soon as he's pulled a pair of plaid bottoms on he's crawling up the bed towards you on knees, pausing before your lap. He kneels. Shirtless. 

You raise your hand to the tattoo on his chest and draw a circle around it, following lines of dark ink diligently. 

"I love your tattoos," you say. 

He already knows but he smiles wolfishly and presses his hand overtop yours, two palms over his heart. 

"Thanks, sweet thing." 

"I'm serious. They're nice. They look good on you." 

"I didn't think you weren't. I can tell what mood you're in," he says, first kindly and then with a charged smugness. 

"What mood am I in?" you ask, trying not to show the effect he has on you.

"What mood?" he repeats dryly. 

His smirk is troublesome but extremely endearing. 

He guides the hand he holds to his chest over the curve of his shoulder. You follow suit and put your other shoulder behind his back, unsurprised when he takes your waist into his hand and drags you towards him. You climb onto his lap, thighs spread, hands closing around his neck. 

He strokes your back. His hand moves up and down, your shirt moves with it, and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his hand beneath the soft fabric and spread his fingers across your skin. 

"What mood?" he asks again, voice low and smooth. 

You hide your face in the juncture of his neck, forearms braces at his nape. "Stop, Eddie." 

"Stop what?" he asks. 

You slide up his lap. "You know what." 

"Don't act like this isn't exactly what you wanted," he says, though he says it with less heat than he'd spoken with before. "I'm just messing with you, sweet thing." 

The pet name makes you smile. He must feel it on his skin. "Better now?" 

You nod into his neck. "I miss you when you're gone all day." 

There's a small gap where the only sound is his hand rubbing your back. He digs his fingers into the dip of your spine and rubs soothing little circles there that have you sighing out. 

"I miss you too. Already told you that. You should come with me next time." 

"I will," you say, though you probably won't. 

He noses at your head until you drop your cheek to his shoulder and plants a smattering of tiny kisses on and behind your ear. "Don't believe you," he whispers.

He really shouldn't. You hug him closer and revel in his small affections, content to sit in his lap all night. Knowing Eddie, he might let you. 

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How could anyone hate the morning?

Luke Hemmings x Reader

an: heyyy so here’s my first ever luke fic hope y’all like it lmao anyway it’s kinda short but it’s sweet

summary: luke and reader wake up together after a party v fluffy

Luke was never a morning person, he loved the sun, loved the birds chirping but the morning in general was never something he liked, but Y/n changed that. Y/n was a morning person, loved waking up and starting the day, loved making breakfast and the sun and the birds. Y/n was the reason that Luke started loving the morning, with their good attitude towards the morning and their delicious breakfast food. How could anyone hate the morning?

The sun was shinning in towards the window of their LA house. How could they afford such a luxury of a house was beyond them. The sun was what woke up Luke, and at that moment he hated the sun. He opened his eyes to see the curtain was open and the sun was happily peaking through. He could feel Y/n’s arms that were wrapped around his waist and their breath on his neck. What a wonderful way to wake up Luke thought, because Y/n could make anything better.

He slowly peeled Y/n’s arms away slowly getting up trying very hard to not wake them up, but desperately needing to use the bathroom. Once successfully getting out of Y/n’s arms, Luke slowly wondered his way into the bathroom still a little hungover from the night before. Luke made his way into their bathroom looking at himself in the mirror a happy smile making its way onto his face seeing that Y/n had taken off his makeup the night before. After brushing his teeth and using the restroom, Luke made his way back into their bedroom.

“Come back to bed” he hears looking at where a tired Y/n is laying with their head held a few inches away from the pillow and hair all over the place. “I’m going I just needed to pee first” he replied back making his way towards the bed. Y/n then reached out an arm making grabby hands at Luke, “God you are such a child” he said reaching the bed and laying down facing Y/n. Luke then wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist, tangling their legs together, and burying his face into their neck leaving lazy kisses. Mumbling away sweet nothings that made Y/n melt more into his loving embrace.

Y/n moved away from Luke looking at his smiling figure and then placing a bunch of kisses on Luke’s face making him breakout into yet another happy smile. How could anyone hate the morning? Luke thought. “I’ll be back” Y/n said getting up and running away towards the bathroom. “What” Luke said in confusion “Hey you’re the one that wanted me to come back to bed” he called out hearing Y/n’s beautiful laughter as a response. “Wanna brush my teeth” they said back hearing Luke hum back a response. How could anyone hate the morning? Y/n thought to themselves grabbing their toothbrush and toothpaste, all they wanted was to get back to kissing Luke but wanted to have minty fresh breath before kissing him on the lips knowing Luke hated morning breath.

Once Y/n had finished brushing their teeth, they made their way back into the bedroom finding Luke staring up at the ceiling. Making their way over to him and instantly getting on top of him , “Hi” they whispered softly kissing his lips and once again placing loving kisses all over his face. Luke then grabbed Y/n’s face holding them in place and starring up at them “ Do you Do you know Y/n” he said “ Hm” Y/n replied back smiling “That I love mornings with you” Luke said “I did know that yeah” they said going in for another kiss still as sweet and loving as the others. “You want pancakes” Y/n said pulling away “Fuck yeah” Luke replied “Your pancakes are the best lovie” and with that Y/n got up pulling Luke up with them making their way into the kitchen to have a delicious breakfast, and they both thought, How could anyone hate the morning?

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings #luke hemmings fan fic #luke hemmings x y/n #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos x reader

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a little bit of me on you

tattoo shop! calum hood x gn! reader

summary: tattoo artist calum hood lets the reader give him a tattoo

word count: 1.3k

Leaning back in your chair, you admired your boyfriend as he sat at his desk sketching a tattoo idea. A late night at the tattoo shop had led you to go hang out with your boyfriend, Calum, at his work. It was often routine for you to hang around the shop while Calum finished up. It gave you time to hang out, even with both of your hectic schedules. It was always nice to hang out there after hours, it was oddly calm.

Sneaking up behind Calum, you got a better look at what he was drawing. Peeking at his work, you enquired, “So… whatcha working on?”

Stopping his sketching to talk to you, he responds, “Ahh just a floral piece for a client. You like it so far?” As he sees you nod, he continues, “You really should let me tattoo you again.”

Calum had given you several tattoos. With the two of you dating, it felt silly for you to get one from anyone else. He always gave you them free of charge (despite the argument from you), and it didn’t hurt that he was an insanely talented tattoo artist.

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Calum Hood x reader - "Friends hold hands too, right?"

Calum and Y/N holding hands because there's a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it.

The concert was going strong, music blasting through the speakers and your favorite artists playing one after the other. You loved festivals and you were grateful to be there with all of your friends, but sometimes it could get overwhelming.

Between the crowd, the smoke and the very loud music, you started to feel anxious and that didn’t go unnoticed by your friends.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Sierra asked you, which brought the attention of Luke and Calum who proposed to go grab a drink, which would allow you to leave the swarm of people for a while.

You gladly accepted but as soon as you started to walk through the horde, you lost the three of them. Looking around like a frantic deer, trying to find familiar faces, you finally spotted Calum who was calling your name and walking in your direction. Sighing in relief, you noticed his hand was extended to you, and you managed to catch hold of it. The warmness of his palm brought you back to a certain sense of reality and gave you a feeling of calmness. It didn’t last long because he started walking again and pulling you with him, you were collapsing with a lot of people but at least you were in safe hands, Calum had a firm grip on your hand in order to not lose you again.

After what felt like forever, you finally made it out and could see the bar with your friends waiting for you. Calum slowed down and was now by your side, smiling down at you as you made your way to the lounge.

“Thank you, Cal,’.” You told him with a shy smile. “You save me from being smashed. I didn’t realize how devoted fans can be.” You jokingly added, making your friend laugh.

“You get used to it.” He braggingly said smirking, which only made you roll your eyes, laughing, when you finally had reached your friends.

Sierra, being the good friend she is, already had a cup filled with water for you, that you gladly took, drinking all of its content.

It was not until you saw the smirk on Luke’s face, when his eyes fell on yours and Calum’s intertwined hands, that you realized that you didn’t let go.

For your defense, he didn’t loosen up his hold either, but that didn’t stop you from biting your lower lip, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your face. You shyly looked up to your friend, trying not to seem embarrassed by the situation, as he didn’t seem to be, simply talking with his bandmate. You were wondering if he was even aware that his hand was still clutching yours, or if he hadn’t realized, just like you mere seconds ago. However, when he glanced at you asking if you were feeling better, the little squeeze he gave your hand offered you an answer. You quickly answered that you were feeling better, reassuring the couple at the same time.

You then tried to hide the beaming look on your face, but Luke wasn’t fooled for one cent and gave you a knowing smile, making you wonder if he could also hear the thumping of your heart.

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Do you do you know

Alex turner x Actor!Reader

An: so this is the first work i’m actually putting up uhhh idkk but i worked semi hard on this and it’s hella fluffy, and i use gender neutral pronouns so let me know if you want any specific ones!!! :) also this is inspired by high fidelity!!! 

summary: Alex and reader spend a morning together

word count: around 700 words (it’s short)

“Do you Do you know y/n” “hm” “That I am utterly and completely in love with you”

The day had started off nice, y/n woke up when the sun had hit their face a nice orangy glow being brought upon their features, Y/n’s “morning look” as Alex would call it was one of his and their favorite looks. They turned their head to the right to get a good view of Alex’s sleeping figure. They were extremely lucky to be still in bed, with Alex recording his new album and Y/n working on their new movie the couple didn’t really have much time to be together in the morning so Y/n wanted to soak up every moment they had with him.

“Staring is rude you know” Alex said eyes still closed you could hear how tired he was from the way his voice was all deep “People write books about your type of beauty” Y/n said raising their hand to softly caress Alex’s cheek, Alex then grabbed Y/n’s hand and placed a soft kiss on the palm of their hand. “People write songs about your type of beauty” Alex said back smiling cheekily at them “People hm, wonder what type” Y/n said “the type that get books written about them apparently” he said smiling as he began to caress their back.

Alex loved mornings like this, mornings with them, just the two of them, the time they spent together was his favorite time of all, anytime spent with Y/n he loved. They were his person, Alex always loved hard and so did Y/n, they were written in the stars, in books, in poems, in songs, Alex knew they were because a love like there’s just simply had to be. Alex didn’t know if he believed in soulmates but if they were real then he just knew that his was Y/n “we should really get up” Y/n said breaking Alex from his happy trance.

“Maybe, but I really don’t want to” he said back grabbing their shoulder and pressing their body on his, Y/n then moved their head from Alex’s shoulder looking up at him “watch Jamie is going come in here and he’s going to see your bare ass” “Nothing he hasn’t seen before” Alex said shrugging this made Y/n throw their head back from laughter “Alex” they said laughing “we have to get up, you need to go to the studio remember and then I have to film and” they were quickly shut up when Alex pressed his lips on theirs.

It was a soft and sweet kiss one saying “Hey shhh just focus, on me” and Y/n was listening. “I love you” Alex said pulling back from their kiss “morning breath and all” “you kissed me” Y/n said getting up and out of bed “and it was the best decision ever” he said laying on his back and putting his arms behind his head. He could hear the water running in the bathroom knowing that they were brushing their teeth hating the smell of morning breath “love” Alex called out making Y/n peak their head out from the bathroom “Do you do you know Y/n” he said “hm” “That I am utterly and completely in love with you” he said “I might have had an idea” they said with a mouth full of toothpaste Y/n then went back in the bathroom and spit their toothpaste and rinsed their mouth.

They quickly made their way to their shared bed and sat on their knees next to Alex “Do you do you know” they said “Alex Turner” “yes my love” he responded back smiling “That I Y/n L/n love you so much” “How much” he said “like from here and to the moon and back” they said smiling at down at him “on a donkey” “yes on a donkey lovie” they said leaning down to press a chaste kiss onto his lips. “we’re gross” he said “oh yeah definitely” they said back getting up from the bed smiling, “I’ll give you another kiss” they said teasingly “but only if you catch me” and with that Y/n ran out of their bedroom “oh lovie you know I will” he said already out of bed and he did in fact catch them and they fell onto the couch and they were happy because its Y/n and Alex and their love is the type of love that people write about.

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