#9:45 start I’ll miss you

[feeshies]

I’m taking all 9 am classes next semester 😔

#all 5 days too #my choice too #because I refuse to take a 6pm class but still #9:45 start I’ll miss you

[gremlinvanfleet]

just a little harder... - h.s.

masterlist

summary: harry had a rough day and needed to be a little more rough with you as well. 

word count: 1,353

you knew he had been in meetings all day. he was out of the house early this morning and wouldn’t be back until late. you had been at work yourself, but the thought of him being in his boring public relations discussions had been in the back of your head for all 8 hours of the shift. 

you checked your watch. an hour and a half before your day is over and only an hour before harry gets home. you heard your phone buzz on the desk. 

9:46 pm 

harry: baby… i’m home. eta? 

you: 90 minutes 

harry: specific. counting the seconds?

you: been thinking about you today. its hard not to

harry: cute. hurry home please. 

you: trying my best love 

harry: that’s my girl <3

the texts from him made the last little bit of the day go by a bit faster and you found yourself on the highway faster than you’d initially thought. not much longer before you get to see your boy. 

you put your key into the sticky lock and gave it a wiggle and a pull before the door finally swung open. you surveyed the living room but harry was nowhere to be found. 

“harry? i’m home!” you called out while bending down to untie your shoes. you heard shuffling upstairs then thudding footsteps on the oak stairs. 

“there she is.” his voice was a bit huskier than usual. he gently ran his hand up the underside of your thigh and rested it on your ass. “missed you.” 

you turned around to face him and met his darkened and sleepy looking eyes. 

“how were the meetings?” you asked, running your hands up his chest. 

“you know the answer to that. too many people, all of them saying the same shit with different verbs.” he rolled his eyes. 

“hm. if it makes you feel any better, i lost the key to the copier room today. took everyone like 45 minutes find it.” you giggled. he smiled. “but i was the one to really narrow it down.” “well i should hope so, you were the one who misplaced it, after all.” you gently smacked him. he chuckled and squeezed your cheeks together. you stuck your tongue out at him and slid out of his grasp to head upstairs. 

he wordlessly followed you and watched as you undressed and put on shorts and a tank top. 

“fuck baby, you wear that well…” he gawked at you. you felt the redness that was starting on your face move to the rest of your body. 

he made his way over to you swiftly and planted his lips onto yours. you reciprocated and wove your hands in his hair. it was soft, meaning he hadn’t put any product in it today. casual, just the way you like him.  he grunted softly into the kiss. his lips were so soft and he had the taste of a smoothie on his lips. he must’ve stopped for one before he got home. you pushed your body up against his toned abdomen and deepened the kiss. he grunted into your mouth. 

“mm, i missed your taste today.” he mumbled as he pulled away from you. he gently smacked your hip twice, prompting you to move into the bed. you obliged and quickly took your tank top off. with how thin it was, it wouldn’t have even made much of a difference in what he’d be seeing. 

“already so ready for me, huh? that’s my good girl.” he looked down at you. the angle made his eyes look a greedy shade of green. 

“always.” you whispered. he quickly pulled himself on the bed and between your legs and began the ravishing of your lips. he ran his hand that wasn’t holding him up to your chest and groped harshly. you gasped and he smirked against you, pushing his tongue further in your mouth. 

he ground his hips onto yours and you could feel how hard he was already pushed against your heat. you matched this rhythm. the friction was so good you needed to pull away from him to catch your breath. 

“please, harry. i need you so bad.” you stared into his eyes. he chuckled and his hands quickly found your shorts and pulled them off. he paused for a moment to look at you.  

“i don’t think i’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this for me.” he kissed up your legs to your chest. “only for me…” he mumbled against your goosebump covered skin. every touch of his lips would send searing hot electricity to your cunt. 

you couldn’t take the teasing anymore so you trailed your hand down to your pussy to relive something. you got maybe one rub in before harry noticed and grabbed your wrist. 

“not yet, darling. i’ll take care of you soon.” he smiled sweetly at you even though the most filthy thoughts were happening beneath him. 

he began kissing down your body again, and spend time kissing the inside of your thighs. the drawn out teasing was absolutely agonizing. you whined and pushed your hips up. he smirked and pushed you down with his hand on your pelvis. he finally made his way to your clit. his lips attached and bombarded it with his tongue. you cried out and pushed yourself harder onto his face. he groaned into you. the vibrations went up your entire body. his fingers slid into your sopping hole and he curled them in the most delicious way. you felt your orgasm blossoming in your core. 

“f-fuck! please, harry…” you moaned pathetically. he laughed. 

“please what, baby?” he pulled away from your clit but his fingers were still hitting that spot with every thrust. 

“please, can i cum?” you whined. “please.” 

“aw, yes you can. cum for me. all over my hand.” his mouth was back on your clit and that drew you over that cliff into pure bliss. you clenched hard against him and cried his name. 

“that’s it, that’s it baby. just like that.” he coaxed you through your high. he watched you twitch and smirked. so proud of what he just made you feel. you crossed your legs and closed your eyes. 

“not yet, doll.” he tapped your knee, wanting you to open your legs. you did and he had already pulled himself out of his pants. he wasted no time in sliding his tip up and down your slit to collect your orgasm and pushed himself into you. “fuck me.” he groaned. you whined as he pulled out a bit more only to push back in with more fervour. your legs shook with every thrust from his strong hips. 

“just a little more, baby. just a little harder…” he panted. you couldn’t do anything but nod as he set an unforgiving pace on your little cunt. 

you could feel the soreness creeping with every grunt from him but you didn’t care. all you knew is that his cock was in you and if felt too fucking good for anything else to matter in that moment. you felt yourself coming close to the edge again. he could tell but he didn’t let up for a second. you weakly clenched around him once again. he pushed himself deep and let go completely. you felt his cum paint the inside of your pussy as he moaned and whined into your ear. the sounds were downright sinful but so beautiful coming from him. beautiful men make beautiful sounds. he pulled out of you and the sensitivity made you cry out. he chuckled and pulled you into his heaving chest. both of your breaths settled and you nuzzled into him. 

“you okay, darling?” he whispered. “i’m sorry if that was too much. i missed you so much today and needed you…” 

“i’m okay. it felt so good.” you managed out, half asleep. you knew it would make his ego grow more but he needed to know. 

“hm. my good girl.” he kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket up over the two of you. 

a good sleep was on its way. 

© gremlinvanfleet 2023 <3

#harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction

[jackmanbj]

trick or treat!

summary: you and jack take your 2 year old to trick or treat but she gets more candy then you thought and you and jack get into an argument about if you need to take some away or not.

“you really to go baby?” your 2 year old daughter excitedly shook her head yes “ok baby how about you go get daddy and tell him to come on so we can go?” “ok mommy!”

sarija ran to the living room where she knew jack was to find him sitting on the sofa putting on his 550’s “daddy hurry!!” “mama wait please daddy has a headache” “oh no..” you daughter ran back to you “mommy daddy has headache? he ok?” “yes baby i’ll go check on him you wanna come?” she shook her head no while you walked over to jack.

“you ok baby?” “my fucking head hurts” “do you still want to go trick or treating with us?” “yea of course” “ok i’ll go get you some pain medicine stay put.”

you came back to jack talking to sarija while she was giggling “im back, now lets hurry this up so we can go hhm?” “yes mommy!!” jack took the medicine and sarija told jack yo bed down so she could kiss his head “feel better??” “yes princess thank you! you kisses always make me and mommy feel so much better!”

eventually you all had left the house and were on your way to your first house “now what do you say when you get the candy?” “thank you!” you gave your daughter a high five “good girl” at the first house jack went up to the door with her while you stated back at the driveway.

“trick or treat!!” “hi missy! what are you?!” “minnie mouse!” sarija put her hand over her mouth and giggled “ok well i have something extra special for you!” the house owner gave her a huge minnie mouse lollipop “thank you!” “of course!” jack and sarija started walking back to you.

“show mommy what you got princess!” “i not princess today! i minnie!” “ok minnie, show mommy what you got!” you daughter took out the huge lollipop and showed it to you “thats awesome! but baby you need to apologize to daddy, you yelled at him that could hurt his feelings baby, right?” “yes.. im sorry daddy” “thats ok bug.”

you were headed to the 8th house of the night, it was 9:30 and your feet were starting to hurt being as though your costume needed you to wear high heels.

“jack i think im gonna head home, you ok by yourself?” “yea mamas” “ok baby, come home when its to much candy, no going over the limit, im serious” “i got you baby”

you had made it back home and ended up playing some music while cleaning the kitchen, your bedroom, and sarija’s room, you took out sarija’s pajamas and placed them on top of her dresser while you headed back to your room to take a quick 10 minute shower thinking jack should be on his way back with half a bag full of candy.

after 45 minutes of you waiting jack walked through the door with a full bucket of candy and a smaller bag of candy.

“uhm thats way over her limit jack!” “baby its fineee, it’s halloween!” “yea mhm, we’re going to talk later” “fuck!” “JACKMAN!” “DADDY!” “WHAT??” “you said bad word!” “sorry princess, wont happen again!”

you started bringing your daughter to the bathroom and putting her into the bathtub and cleaning her off.

by the time you were done she was good and tired.

“mommy i sleepy..” “ok baby lets go to bed” you took her yo her room putting the clean pajamas on her you had laid out earlier, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight.

you walked out of the room to find jack sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone.

“jackman bedroom now” you said walking past him, you head jack huff and get up.

“why would you let het get that much candy?” “baby its halloween, its not like were giving it to her all in one day.. its going to take her like 5 months to eat all that” “dont care, your missing my fucking point” “whats your point?” “if i were out there with yall the whole time you would have stopped halfway, you disrespected my wishes” “baby, j really dont see this as a big deal” “its not a big deal but j.. you just went against everything i made rules about, if you keep this up shes going to think whatever i say doesn’t matter, like what her monma says doesn’t matter because daddy said something else, if you would have called me and just simply asked me if you could stay out longer and get more candy i wouldn’t mind, yall had daddy daughter time but stop disrespecting me, understand?” “understand.”

you turned over laying on your pillow falling under the blanket as you felt jack come wrap his arms around you pulling you closer.

“goodnight mamas, your doing so good, great wife, even better mom. i love you” “goodnight baby boy, you doing better, you balanced your work like, made me and sarija your number one prioritys, amazing husband, amazing daddy. i love you.”

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[yeoja-dream]

Intertwined

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: BTS OT7 X Reader 

Genre: Fantasy, Magic, Eventual Smut, Plot, slight slow burn

Characters: Vampire!BTS, Elf!Reader

Content Warning: none 

Word Count: 3.5k

You woke up the following morning to the blaring of your alarm waking you from a restful sleep. Instantly, you are in a bad mood. The post-concert blues were hitting like a truck. How were you meant to go back to regular life after a night like that? 

You pick up your phone, scrolling through work emails. I’ll have the payment for this month’s tuition tonight! The twins will be missing from the 10 am hip-hop intermediate class! Ms. Y/N I really think I’m ready for pointe! You sorted through the usual sort of emails when your eyes landed on a more unusual email. Private lesson request. That’s weird. You muse to yourself, rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes as you open the request, sliding yourself up into a seated position in bed.

“1 adult lesson, style is hip hop and modern…” You mused out loud scrolling through the details. “9 pm is cutting it a little close 1 hour before closing, but it says you’re prepaid so…” You trail off. “Approved!” You announced out loud before hitting the confirm appointment button through the appointment portal. “What was the name anyway?” you scroll back up and snort at the answer. Kim Seokjin? That had to be a joke or a crazy coincidence. Either way, you were definitely going to have to ID this new client. Imagine if it was him - the thought amuses you as you begin your day, preparing for a day of classes. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Despite your initial grumpy start, and perhaps it was the thrill of a mystery client who, you admit you’ve been dreaming about being Jin all day, but the day passes you quicker than you first believed. Not even Roberto in your toddler dance class 1, his endless energy typically giving you an endless headache, broke your stride today. 

You waved the last student out, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Can’t be too careful these days. You reminded yourself. You glanced at your watch, 8:15. Perfect, 45 minutes until Mr. Kim Seokjin walks through my front door. You thought to yourself, bemused. 

Putting aside your delusion, you organized the studio for a private lesson, and most importantly, you could slip into the back and enjoy a light dinner. On your phone, you sighed dramatically as you found yourself flipping through photos from last night. When will I ever get to experience something like that in my lifetime? You whined inwardly, bemoaning your modest finances. Maybe in another life 100 years or so, another group will pop up and you will have saved enough to get the same seats. Maybe. Your daydreaming was interrupted, however, by the unmistakable sound of a locked door trying to be opened. 

Your eyes snap to the time. 8:58 pm. Shit. How could I have let time get away from me like that? You snap up from the paper-cluttered desk and run, as fast as your legs will take you through the studio room and into the reception area. It was the person visible through the glass that stopped you dead in your tracks. 

You blinked once, twice, and rubbed your eyes for good measure. Holy. Shit. HOLY SHIT. THAT WAS KIM SEOKJIN. KIM SEOKJIN IS STANDING OUTSIDE MY STUDIO RIGHT NOW. Amidst your internal, slack-jawed panic, Jin stood just outside, black t-shirt and baggy pants hung off him effortlessly. He held up a phone screen and pointed at it, saying something you couldn’t make out through the glass. 

Let him in you idiot! Your inner voice scolds. I can’t give a dance lesson to Kim Seokjin! I should be asking him for advice! You fired back. Let him in, idiot. She says, firmer this time which is enough to break you out of your stun. 

You walk up to the glass door, and with a trembling hand, undo the latch and swing open the door. 

“Sorry, I had a lesson scheduled for tonight, if now isn’t a good time I could reschedule.” He offers politely. He thinks I forgot.

“No, no come in please!” You said as you opened the door wider for him to slip in. “I didn’t forget it's just uh,” He made eye contact with you “...robberies.” It was all you could finish. 

“Right well, no worries!” He said, his disposition relentlessly sunny despite how badly you were screwing this up. 

“Oh sorry before I take you back,” You start, and again the voice in your throat dies into a timid squeak as you finish your sentence “I just really to see some ID and if you would change your shoes I would really appreciate that you see its just house rules and-” 

“Sure. No problem. Here’s my ID,” he said, handing it fully to you. Can I sit here and change my shoes?” He asked, gesturing to the bench next to the reception desk. 

“That is exactly what it is there for. I will sign you into the system so it won’t change you the no-call no-show fee.” You plopped down at the desk, ID in hand. “Is there a reason why there is a sticker over the numbers?” 

“Oh yeah, I have to show my ID sometimes and all it takes is one person with a good memory and bad intentions to steal my identity. I am sure you understand.” He said, slipping on a pair of clean, white sneakers. 

“Oh wow yeah, I guess that’s true. A lot of weirdos out there, huh?” You asked, sliding the ID back towards him. 

“Tell me about it.” He said, picking up the card. “What do you think, more handsome in real life, right?” He asked with a wink. 

As if reflexively, your eyes rolled before you had the forethought to process how rude it might have appeared. Jin laughed heartily. 

“No sorry! Force of habit!” You said, putting your hands together apologetically. “Of course, you’re more handsome in person!” 

“No no!” He said, still laughing. “It was a funny reaction, genuine.” He added, sliding the card into his wallet. “Shall we?” He asked gesturing to the dance studio. 

“We shall,” you said, leading the way. 

The studio lights had been dimmed, the normally bright, overhead fluorescent lights seemed too sterile for a one-on-one interaction. The rest of the equipment had been put to the sides of the room, leaving it completely vacant with the exception of the worn tape on the floor demarking where students were to stand. 

“So let's start with some stretches.” You said, sitting on the floor in the center of the room. Jin followed your command wordlessly. You turned yourself at an angle to him, feeling immediately more at ease. It was easier to deal with him on your periphery. There was a sensation, one that you had been able to ignore on account of your nerves that had been present, you now observed, since he had first arrived. It felt like blue zaps of electricity buzzing through you, and as you spread your legs, lean forward into a split, and feel the stretch, it clicks. This was the feeling you had at the concert. The electric current, the dizzy, hazy feeling that washed over you when you locked eyes with them, it was coming on stronger and stronger, and it was making you bolder. 

“So,” You began. “Let's start with the basics. What brings you to a random dance studio when your company has plenty of dance teachers and choreographers?” You ask, stretching an arm across your chest. 

Jin mirrored you. “Let’s call it happenstance. Besides, the greatest way to learn is to be taught by many teachers.” 

“Okay, Confucius.” You teased. “What did you want to learn today?” 

“I want to learn whatever it is you are learning.” He said matter-of-factly. 

You snorted. “I doubt you want to learn what I am learning.” 

“Try me.” He said, standing up. 

You followed his lead, standing. “If you insist.” You said with a shrug. From the back wall of the studio, you dragged two chairs to the center of the space, about 5 feet apart. “I have been choreographing a routine using this.” You said gesturing to the chair. 

He knitted his eyebrows together in concern for a moment, before the expression dissolved, as did his resolve. 

“Alright,” He began, “Show me first, so I can get an idea of what it is you are referring to.” 

You walked over to the music player, set a 10-second delay, and walked over into position. As the beat hit, you moved your body with long-practiced poise and grace. The routine was like lovers making love for the first time, slow, explorative, and careful to begin. As the song continues, though, the intensity rises before BANG! The finale. 

You lost yourself in the music, whatever high that crept into your system made you carefree and light. You put your everything into every moment, and as you grinded and body rolled, you never forgot whose eyes were on you. You didn’t shy away. 

As the song finished, you let loose the final, explosive move, a visual orgasm to finish the routine. You let the silence hang for a moment while you caught your breath, without the music, shame began to reach through the haze.

“Well…?” You asked, turning around. You weren’t sure what you expected him to look like, or even how you expected him to react, but as you turned, a dark, hungry, and heady expression sat on Jin’s face. Where before he had been kind, respectful, clinical, even, your heart rate rose and a scarlet blush traveled up your face as you couldn’t help but imagine what he was capable of. “Jin…?” You asked again, taking a step toward him. 

As you do so, he blinks and shakes his head. When he looked at you again, his expression was once again as kind and friendly as it had been before. “Sorry.” He said “Got a little lost in thought there. That was amazing, where did you learn to dance like that?” 

“I’ve been practicing my whole life,” You said. “I’d like to think I came out of my mother’s womb dancing.” You said with a chuckle. 

A slightly uncomfortable silence hung in the air before you cleared your throat to speak again. 

“Did you want to learn however much of that we can in…” you glanced at your watch “20 minutes?” You asked. 

“Oh, sure!” He said. “It looks like fun.” 

You walked over to the media player, setting the song’s tempo slower, and began the process of breaking down the dance, beat by beat. Sure enough, being the professional dancer he is, he is an extremely fast learner, never needing to go over the same part more than 3 or 4 times before he has it memorized. You watched him carefully, allowing yourself to be slightly more critical of him than you might be with a more inexperienced student. 

“This part,” you demonstrated, rolling your body with practiced fluidity, “needs to be sexier, more fluid.” 

“How is this?” He asked, his movements still stiff. 

“Not quite.” You said. “Pardon my French, but pretend you’re… well…” you trailed off. 

“Making love to someone.” He finished for you. 

“Right.” You agreed. 

“How about this?” He asked, a perceivable jerkiness still present. 

“Hm.” You mused to yourself. “I think you aren’t using the right muscles. Give me your hand.” 

He offered his hand to you, wordlessly.

You grabbed his hand, opened his palm up flat, and placed it on your stomach. The physical connection sent a strong zap through your body. Focusing on your breathing, you followed through, allowing him to feel the way your muscles were contracting as you did the movement. His expression was hard, unreadable. 

“So… did you feel that?” You asked pulling his hand away. 

“Yeah… I did,” he said, his voice far away and dry. “I definitely did.” 

“So uh, you try now.” You said, feeling shy. 

He did so without comment, and the visual of which causes something to tighten within you. 

“Yeah, that looks a lot better.” 

“Could you,” he began “Ah, never mind.” he cut himself off. 

“Hm?” You ask “I probably don’t mind so ask away.” 

“No, it sounds kinda pervy.” He said, looking down, ashamed. 

“I don’t, uh…” You stammered, unsure how to process what he just said. Was this guy about to ask me to what, take my clothes off so he can see better?? What the hell?

“Oh god that made it sound really bad.” He blurted. “I just wanted you to feel to make sure I was also using the right muscle groups but that sounded kind of weird sorry!” 

“Oh!” You laughed. “You should have said as much. That’s no problem.” 

You walked closer to him, placing your flat hand on his abdomen. You noticed now, as your hand connected with his body, warm tingling spread through your hand. It felt good, you decided, but the unexpected sensation had you pulling back your arm in shock.

“Sorry. “I got zapped.” You lied.

Placing your hand back on his abdomen, through his t-shirt you could feel the hard, lean muscle. The warm, tingly sensation returned, and you watched and felt, mesmerized, as those hard muscles contracted and relaxed through the roll, resisting the urge to cross your legs to relieve some of the building pressure inside of you. 

The proximity, the connection, it swirls through you and you find yourself transfixed, looking up at him. Your breathing is heavy, the current running through you, the haze swirling through your mind, and the tension and heat that was building in your core, it was almost too much to handle. You blinked up at him, his expression dark and unreadable. He looked down at you too, bringing a hand up, cupping your face gently. He searched your expression for a sign of protest, and when there was none, he dipped his head down, and soft, gentle lips met yours. 

You immediately felt breathless, and everything inside you was screaming, chanting at you to keep going. Maybe it was the dizzy way he made you feel, but this all felt so undeniably right. The kiss deepened, your lips parting to one another as you excitedly and feverishly explored one another’s mouth. He didn’t seem to dare to take the next physically, but you needed him. 

You ran your hands up his body and then around his neck, using the new position to press yourself flush to him. He moved his arms down, wrapping solidly around your waist. He backed you up slowly until your back was against the cool mirror of the studio. He pinned you there, placing his hands on each side of your head, against the glass. His arms flexed and relaxed with heavy practiced, restraint, as it took every fiber of his control not to rip your clothes off, take you, and mark you as his on this studio floor. 

He pulled away, suddenly, taking 3 halting, jerky steps backward. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“Wha…?” You ask, dazed and confused. 

“I have to go.” He said, his voice serious and strained. In a flash, he was gone, with the sound of the front door closing behind him the only evidence he was ever really there. 

In the complete silence, the heated haze that filled your mind subsided slowly, and your mind worked in overtime to process the series of events that had just happened to you. An achey feeling blooms in your chest and a different type of heat spreads to your face, embarrassment. What the fuck you thought to yourself, he probably thinks I’m some kind of crazed slut. You allowed yourself to sink to the floor, pulling your knees into your chest tight. What the fuck is his problem anyway, he kissed me first, you reasoned. Maybe I am just a god-awful kisser, you added bitterly. Maybe I took things too far. Maybe I made him uncomfortable. Fuck uncomfortable, he started it! He pinned you against the wall, he absolutely loved it. Two parts of your mine argued back and forth. Whatever the case, sitting in your dim studio feeling bad for yourself didn’t bring you any closer or make you any happier, so you resolved to pick yourself up and bring yourself home. 

You jammed your keys into the keyhole of your front door, unlocking it and entering your quiet apartment in a numb, dissociative daze. If you gave yourself 100,000 guesses this morning to guess as to how your day would end, you still wouldn’t have guessed you’d find yourself in the position you were in. Sleep tonight would be impossible, you decided. You made your way to your bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet, grabbing one of the large, brown, glass bottles inside, shaking it tentatively. The last of the medicine you sighed inwardly, shaking the last two tightly-bundled, pill-sized leaf preparations from the bottle. When the nightmares would keep you awake, Dad would bring you two of these with a glass of warm, cinnamon-spiced apple cider. “These will help you sleep,” He said, handing you the pills. “And this,” he continued, “is full of spices to keep the monsters away.” Handing you the mug of hot, fragrant liquid.

“Like what?” You asked, voice still trembling from crying. 

“Cinnamon.” He told you, climbing into bed next to you. 

“Monsters don’t like cinnamon?” you asked, putting the bitter pills on your tongue, swallowing quickly. 

“Can’t stand it,” Dad said, wrapping an arm around you, holding you close to his side. The contact is comforting. “One sniff of it and they go running for the hills!” 

You giggled at that. “It must suck to be a monster, then.” You decided. 

“Most definitely.” Dad agreed.

The memory was bittersweet. You swallow the bitter preparations, speed through your evening routine, and slip in between your sheets, already feeling the drowsy effects blossom through your body and mind. With the last of your cognition, you grabbed your phone, sending a mass email. You needed a break.

Dear students and families, 

I have come down with something and as such, I will be suspending all classes for tomorrow. The following day, however, classes will return as scheduled. Thank you for your understanding. 

Best, 

Teacher Y/N

You hit send, and allow your eyes to close, sending you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I can’t get through,” Namjoon said, eyes closed, eyebrows knit together with concentration. 

“Should we go up to her place?” Taehyung asked, looking at the older man, concerned. 

“No,” Jin said, voice stern. “We have done plenty.” 

“We?” Jungkook snorted. “Hyung, last time I checked it was you who planted one on her, not us.” 

Jin shot him a dirty look. “If we had sent you, you would have lost control 30 seconds into being there and we would be having a much different conversation right now.” 

Yoongi walked over to Jin, standing behind him and rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. “You are completely sure?” Yoongi asked, his tone flat, measured. 

“As I have said 100 times over, yes,” Jin said, pushing down the growing irritation in his voice. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault he had gone too far. The way you looked up at him, the feeling of your hand on his body after he had just touched you, watched you move, he couldn’t help himself. He only hoped now that you felt the same way. 

“She could have taken something and that’s why you can’t reach her, right Namjoon-hung?” Jimin asked, running his fingers absentmindedly through the older’s hair.

“Mmm.” He grunted in affirmation. “She could also have a talisman or a barrier spell preventing me from getting in.” 

“So she’s probably fine,” Jimin said, voice calm.  

“Probably.” Namjoon agreed, sighing and allowing himself to slump fully onto Jimin, looking for comfort. 

“Well,” Hoseok chimed in. “Feeling bad or anxious isn’t particularly productive. Jinnie-hyung took things farther than he intended, but it sounds to me like she was probably okay with it. What probably freaked her out was you up and leaving without so much as an explanation like an antisocial weirdo. That would cause anyone to overthink.” 

“He’s got a point,” Yoongi said, his arms now draped over Jin’s shoulders, holding him in a back hug. 

“I know,” Jin said with a sigh. “If I could go back and do it differently, I would. But don’t you think by blocking us out she probably wants to be left alone?” 

“How would she know Joonie-hyung’s powers?” Jungkook said. An obvious question, perhaps, but a brief silence settles over the group. It is a good point. 

“The way I see it, we tell her or we don’t, and we need to decide which pretty quickly,” Hoseok said. 

“I would want to know if I were her,” Taehyung said. 

“Me too,” The group agreed. 

“So we offer a connection,” Yoongi began. “Contact her, apologize for being a weirdo, offer to meet up and explain some things.” 

Jin flinched at the weirdo comment. “Let her decide,” He said, “It’s not a bad idea.” 

“Then let's do it,” Taehyung said anxiously. “I hope she says yes.” 

“We all do,” Jimin said, grimly. “But now, we wait.” 

#bts #bangtan #suga x reader #bts x reader #jimin x reader #jin x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x reader smut #namjoon x reader #ot7 x reader #hoseok x reader #taehyung x reader #ot7 x reader smut #ot7xreader #bts smut #intertwined #intertwined part 2

[wosowrites]

I Can Be Your New Home (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: how cute is this gif!! it’s a long long fic so settle in. based off this request:

Prompt: In which Jessie is homesick so during a training session, you make sure to do a bunch of little things to make her feel better.

You and Jessie had clicked instantly. You were bubbly, smiley and outgoing off the field, and on the field you took a new role. The one of the stone cold, rough and slightly reckless player. However Jessie was more reserved, quiet and introverted off the field, she really found herself on the field. Jessie had been with Chelsea for a month now. It was the middle of August and London was as rainy as always.

Jessie arrived to training at 9:20, as an on field training session would start at 10:00, while a recovery gym session would take place for an hour from 11:45-12:45. Most of the team was on the pitch, hiding from the rain under the sheltered benches. "Jesus. I was really hoping to have a sunny session today." Sam groaned, slouching down lower in her seat.

Jessie was looking around the field, searching for you. She did that every day, even though she knew you always came a little later than you should. Jessie’s hood was up and her hands were hidden under the long sleeves of her coat. "I bet you’re missing sunny California now, Jessie." Erin said.

Her comment was harmless, absolutely innocent. But the thing Jessie had failed to mention to anyone on the team, was how horribly home sick she was. She missed London, Canada, but she also missed LA, where she had spent years playing soccer under the sun. The only time she felt good, the only time where she forgot how far from home she was, was when she was with you. Jessie’s eyes welled up, tears streaming down her cheeks, causing the players she was close to (Sam, Erin, Magda, Pernille and Niahm) to widen their eyes in panic. "I didn’t mean too-" Erin started saying. "No. No. I’m sorry." She sniffled, quickly rushing into the interior of Cobham, leaving a confused group of blues.

You were driving peacefully in your car. It was 9:25 and you were jamming out to music, singing to yourself loudly. You were a horrible singer, and any time you wanted to annoy your teammates, you would sing them a song. Your music was annoyingly interrupted by an incoming call from Magda. You answered it. "Hey, Mags." You said to her. "Y/n. How far from Cobham are you?" Magda asked. "Uhh… like 10 minutes." You answered, switching lanes. "Damn it." Magda said, and you heard mutters from around her. "Why? What is it?" You asked. "It’s Jessie. I don’t know what happened really. One minute she was looking around and the other Erin mentioned California and she started crying and rushed inside. No one wants to go talk to her because she’s so… well she’s shy. You’re the only person who can get her out of her shell." Magda said. Your heart raced as you heard Magda say there was something wrong with the Canadian. "Okay. I’ll be there in five." You said to her, entering the highway. "You said you were ten minutes away." Magda said. "I will be there in five." You said sternly.

You hung up Magda’s call and quickly pressed your foot on the gas.

As promised, you were there five minutes later. You rushed out of your car, grabbing your bag and hurrying towards the field in your slides. "Where is she?" You asked a group of the girls, they all pointed towards the door leading to the Cobham changing rooms. You nodded sternly and tossed Millie your bag. "Catch."

You didn’t waste time looking to see if she had caught it or not, instead, you pushed open the doors and walked towards the changing rooms. There were two, you chose the left one. You were right. Jessie was sitting on the bench, her head in her hands. She was still wearing her wet raincoat. "Jess?" You said gently. Her head shot up and you saw her bloodshot eyes. "Hey. Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute." She said, her voice shaky. "No, it’s okay. And you can take all the time in the world. Can I sit down?" You said to her, ending towards her slightly trembling frame.

She nodded and you took a seat beside her. "What is it?" You asked her. "And don’t say nothing because I can be really annoying and I’ll get it out of you." You told her. "You aren’t annoying." Jessie said. "I am. Magda made me promise not to be annoying to you for the first three months. It’s been really hard." You told Jessie.

She let out a laugh and you subconsciously smiled wildly. "Did she really?" Jessie asks, looking up from her feet to look at you instead. "Yep. Payed me twenty pounds and everything. I get twenty more if you don’t complain about me by the end of the three months." You added. "Well i’ll make sure not to complain then." Jessie smiled. "Thank you."

There was a pause between you both, broken by you repeating your question. "What’s wrong?"

"Im homesick. Like… really homesick. And it’s so stupid because I’m a grown adult and I was barely homesick when I went to university but now… I don’t sleep, I have trouble eating. Everything is unfamiliar." Jessie confessed to you, looking back down at the ground. You took a minute to think, wanting to say the right thing. "Jess, it’s normal. You just moved to a whole new continent in the middle of a pandemic. You can’t go see your family, and they can’t come to you. And that… I can’t relate and I don’t know how it would feel but your obviously close with your family. I don’t blame you. You have a sister, right? Elysse?" You asked. Jessie’s head shot up at the mention of her little sister’s name, and her brows furrowed in confusion. "How do you know her?" Jessie asked. "She followed me on instagram. The last name caught my eye. Some wild fan probably talked to her about me." You joked. "That would be me." Jessie said. "Really?!"

Jessie laughed again, when she laughed, you felt good. "Jessie if you miss your family that much, if you miss your friends from UCLA then that means there’s something to miss. And that’s good. It means you have people back home that love you. When I moved to London I was 19. I’ve been playing for Chelsea for 3 years now and not once have I missed my family. We were never close and they were never good to me. So moving here was a relief more than anything else. When I go back to the Netherlands, it’s to see my real Dutch family. Viv Miedema, DVD, my international teammates. And you… you have your family and all the Canadian team. I know missing them hurts, but it’s just a twisted way for your mind to tell you how much love you have for them."

Jessie seemed deep in though and the tears were back in her eyes. "Shit. Fuck I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry again. I-" You started saying in a panicked tone. "No, no it’s not you. It’s me. You’re just right. You’re really right." Jessie said.

There was a knock on the door but it didn’t open. "Wait a second." You told her.

You slipped out of the room to find Magda on the other side. "Could you tell Emma we need a couple more minutes. Oh and tell the team that if anyone looks at her weirdly I will kick the ball at them so hard that they’re organs come pouring out of their mouths." You threatened.

That was a genuine threat, your shot was incredibly strong, you had once broken a net by shooting it at the post so hard, and during practice penalty kicks, Emma didn’t let any keeper go in net for their own safety.

Magda nodded to you. "She’s okay though?" Magda asked. "She’s fine mom." You teased her. "You’re funny." She said sarcastically before heading back outside, pulling her rain coat over her head.

You walked back into the changing room where Jessie seemed to be sorting herself out. She had re done her hair and splashed water on her face. "I wanna do something with you." You told Jessie, patting the spot next to you on the bench. She sat down and looked at you. "Okay, go ahead." Jessie said.

"I’ve heard that one of the hardest things of moving somewhere new is that you don’t know anyone. There are no other Canadians here, and I get that, there are no other dutchies that play for Chelsea, so you don’t really really know anyone. So get to know me. You tell me a fact about you, and i’ll tell you one about me. No follow up questions aloud." You told her.

She seemed to contemplate the idea, having always been a reserved person, but eventually she gave in. "Okay. You go first." She said, bringing her legs up on the bench and sitting in a criss cross position. "I love skincare. Like I have so many products and I spend all my money on it." You told her. "Hmm. I still hold the record for fastest 5K race at my high school." Jessie said. "When I was nine, my dream job was to be a trophy wife. I just wanted to marry a rich man." You told her, making her laugh. "I’ve had four dogs, all of them golden retrievers." Jessie told you. "I’ve never told anyone this… but on my first cap for the Netherlands, right before we walked out of the tunnel, I was so nervous I threw up. And then I went on to play 90 minutes." You told Jessie. "Didn’t you score like two goals on your debut?" Jessie asked. "No follow up questions!" You grounded her. "Okay one last thing from both of us because we need to go to training." Jessie said. "Deal."

"I hate being in front of the camera. It gives me so much anxiety." Jessie said. You had noticed that. She would often hide behind you while walking out of the team bus or in other situations with photographers. "Hm. Well, I’ve been cheated on twice and one time by Sam’s teammate which is extremely awkward." You told her. "Really? That’s horrible. But who?" She asked you.

You stood up and extended your hand for her to take. "Jessie Fleming. Have you learned nothing? No. Follow. Up. Questions." You said.

She groaned and you laughed, opening the door for her and letting her out. "You’re okay though. Right?" You asked her, grabbing her hand and gently rubbing your thumb over the back of it. She looked down at it before looking at you for a second. "I am now." She said.

You walked out, your heart racing and not letting go of her hand. You only dropped it when you guys made it outside. The rain was still coming down heavy but as promised, the girls weren’t looking at you. You ditched your jacket and threw it to the side of the field. "You’ll be cold!" Jessie told you as you both jogged towards the group who were doing a rondo. "I won’t."

You trained for a bit less than two hours and then you went inside for a gym session. Everyone was given a quick fifteen minutes to dry up and that’s when you regretted taking off your coat. Everyone was soaked but you… it was a whole other story. You and the girls changed, and when you took off your shorts and your shirt, you realized how the rain had soaked your underwear and sports bra. You groaned loudly as the wet fabric, making the girls look at you. "Holy shit you’re soaked." Guro laughed at you as you slipped on another pair of shorts. "Thanks, Guro. I noticed." You told her. "Urgh the material is sticking to my skin this is gross." You groaned. "Should have worn your coat." Jessie said as the teamed looked at her shocked. "Is Jessie Fleming being cocky?" Sam asked, walking up to her and shaking her shoulders, making her laugh. "I learned from the best." She said, nodding towards you. You took a bow and then walked into the washroom to stand under the hand dryer to try and dry your bra. You were in an awkward position, trying to get under the dryer when the girls walked in, phones out and filming you. "You guys are assholes!" You yelled at them, flipping them off. "Oh this is gold." Magda said. "I would expect better form you Eriksson!" You told her. "C’mon, the captain needs to have a little fun too."

Due to the material of your sports bra, it did not dry, but you went to the gym anyways and did your sessions. The photographers were there, taking pictures and videos of all of you. The camera man came up to you and you jokingly flexed your bicep, earning wolf whistles from the team. The media team was filming one of those videos, he had been filming your workout, along with other players. You saw him heading towards Jessie’s direction and you stopped your reps to walk over to her. You stood behind the camera man who was about to start filming and ushered her towards you. She got up from rolling out her muscles and walked towards you. You put your hands on her shoulders and spun her around so that you were standing between her and the camera.

The camera man panned around the room and he didn’t get a shot of Jessie as you stood in front of her. "Thank you." She said. "It’s all good, but you should get used to the camera, it’s a big part of our job." You told her. She nodded, understanding and smiled at you adorably. "Hey, spot me?" You asked her. "Of course." You guys headed towards the bench press section and you put the weights on the bars. You completed your reps, too busy on making sure your posture was good to notice that Jessie was looking down at you with a special look in her eye, and you were both too focused to notice the camera filming you.

The gym session ended and you all went back to changing room to shower and then put on your change of clothes. "You guys wanna get coffee?" Sam asked the group as you all changed. The rain had stopped so you put on a pair of white shorts and a big yellow crewneck along with white socks and your favorite beige air Jordan 1’s.

Most of the girls already had plans but you didn’t, and to your joy, Jessie didn’t either. So, you, Magda, Pernille Sam, Guro, Zecira, Lauren, Jessie and Niahm all walked to the parking lot in a big group. Everyone took their own cars to get to the outdoor coffee shop you guys loved, and Jessie, who didn’t have a car yet, ended up carpooling with you.

"You should get a car, Jess." You told her, plugging in your phone to the bluetooth and starting up the car. "Driving in London makes me nervous, the sides of the road are different." Jessie told you. "Ahh, I understand that. Then I’ll drive you." You told her. "Where do you live?"

Jessie gave you her adresse. "That’s only like ten minutes from my house. It’s barely a detour. Let me drive you, please." You told her, looking away from the road briefly to give her your best puppy eyes. She cracked immediately. "Fine."

You cheered and Jessie laughed. What you hadn’t told her was that you did not live ten minutes from her. You lived about thirty minutes from her. But you would have drove an hour to have her in your car every morning. To have her to yourself a bit longer than everyone else.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #jessie fleming #woso soccer #woso fanfics #sam kerr #magda eriksson #erin cuthbert #canwnt

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 9: Ask Her To Dance

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Guys its a nice dance! Definitely not a chapter preceding deep plot building.🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 8

Cross Posted on AO3 here

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“I’ll see you later love, have a great day!” You called over your shoulder as you exited Larissa’s office.

You close the door behind you, smiling to yourself. You’re about to make the trip to your car when you run into two of your favourite Nevermore students, Yoko and Enid. The two of them are standing in the hallway just outside Larissa’s office with their arms crossed, staring expectantly up at you.

“Uhm good morning?” You offer.

“Did you ask Principal Weems to the dance?” Enid asks, doing her best to give you what you assume is meant to be a stern expression.

“The dance…?”

“The Rave’N. It’s a dance happening this weekend. Ask her.” Yoko explains.

“I mean I need a few more details but-“

“You have to ask her now!!” Enid urges.

“But I-“

“Please!” Enid pleads, and goddamn it the puppy dog eyes are out again.

You sigh, wondering how you got to the point where teens dictate some of your actions. You turn around, knocking on Larissa’s door before poking your head through. She’s sitting at her desk with her cute glasses resting on her nose again. She glances up at you, obviously confused as to why you’re back so soon.

“Darling? Is everything alright?” She asks, pausing her typing.

“Do you uhm. Would you like to- I mean I ran into Enid and Yoko and they mentioned this dance that’s happening this weekend and I was just wondering if you’d like to go with me?” You ask, suddenly nervous as fuck.

“Dear, are you talking about the Rave’N?” She replies.

“Uhm yeah? Should I not be…?”

“No, no, it’s just…we host the dance and I usually attend only as a chaperone. I wouldn’t want to force you to come along just for me to spend all evening breaking up troublesome teenagers.” She explains.

You make your way over to her, spinning her chair so that she’s facing you. She helps at the movement, looking up at you in confusion. You grab both of her hands before getting down on one knee. Now she’s really looking at you as if you’ve gone mad.

“Larissa Weems, it would be my honour to accompany you on an evening of breaking up horny teens and drinking punch.” You state, grinning up at her.

She takes you in, kneeling in front of her and looking up at her with so much adoration. She pulls you up and onto her lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then another to your chin, and another to your nose.

“You’re far too adorable darling” she smiles, resting her forehead against yours.

“Is that a yes?” You grin, wrapping your arms around her neck and breathing her in.

“I suppose…” she hums.

You giggle, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing from your place on her lap. You all but skip to the door.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp,” you say, shorting her finger guns.

“It starts at 6 darling.” She chuckles, “And it’s on Saturday. You’ll want to wear something white.”

“5:45 it is my fair lady!” You amend, blowing her a kiss as you leave.

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You and Larissa made more solid arrangements later in the week. She had explained she would be checking the hall before the dance so it would be better for you to meet her there.

You decided to get her a corsage (because you were fucking in love with her and didn’t care if it was cheesy.) It had an assortment of white flowers in it, you really hope Larissa likes it.

You arrive at the dance about a few minutes early, making your way into the venue while marvelling at the decor. You look around the hall, remembering how Enid had explained the theme was “climate crisis meets extinction event, but in a fun way”, which you’re getting from the abundance of white and fake icicles in places.

However, your admiration of the room is cut short when you spot Larissa. She’s just finishing speaking with the DJ, giving you ample opportunity to stare at her like the work of art she is. She’s wearing a silver calf-length dress, with sleeves coming just over her elbows. She’s paired it with a pair of white gloves that are giving you terribly inappropriate thoughts(you’ll revisit those later). She’s still wearing her signature red lipstick and her hair up, although the style is a bit more intricate than usual. She looks ethereal, breathtaking, awe-inspiring.

By the time you realize you’ve forgotten how to breathe Larissa is making her way over to you, sporting the most dazzling smile. You manage to resume human functioning just as she comes to a stop in front of you. She looks you up and down, taking her sweet time and making your face flush.

“You look amazing. Like, I genuinely forgot how to breathe when I saw you amazing.” You blurt out.

You nearly squeal when she blushes and opens and closes her mouth at your words. You reach up to cup her face and press a chaste kiss on her blushing cheek, grinning up at her like the lovesick gay you are.

“Oh! I got you something,” you exclaim, “here!”

You offer her the corsage, watching her face to try and gauge her reaction. She stares at it, her face giving away nothing which makes you backtrack in case she hates it.

“It’s. I-it was a silly idea. You don’t have to wear it, I can just uhm throw it away. We can just forget I even brought it.” You ramble, lowering the corsage.

She stops you, staring down at the little assortment of flowers.

“Would you help me put it on?” She asks in the softest voice.

You nod, smiling up at her as she holds out her hand for you. You slip the corsage over her wrist, adjusting it to sit just right before squeezing her hand. Her eyes are sparkling, bright with emotion, one that looks almost like…love?

She opens her mouth to speak when you hear a gaggle of teens arrive, taking Larissa’s attention. She glances at them and then back at you, a conflicted look on her face. You squeeze her hands before nodding in the direction of the students.

“Go on, go be the sexy principal you are.” You chuckle.

She sends you a bright smile before heading off to greet the arriving students. You make your way over to the punch table, grabbing yourself a drink while watching Larissa as she chats with the students. She looks so proud and happy, and t warms your heart.

You eventually make your way back to Larissa’s side, essentially attaching yourself to her hip from that point on. She doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, she keeps shooting you the cutest looks between greeting the kids. When Enid arrives (with some boy who you vaguely recognize) she all but squeals at the two of you. The two go off to get drinks(something they’re calling yeti-tini’s which you find rather cute).

“I really thought she would be coming with Wednesday…” you murmur.

“Mmm…I think it will take them a bit of time for those two to stop dancing around their feelings,” she hums.

“At least we figured things out pretty quickly.” You deadpan, earning a snort from Larissa.

The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly. Wednesday shows up sporting a lovely black dress, with Tyler of all people (he’s a lovely kid but you do not see the chemistry there.) You and Larissa are gossiping about the different students when Marylin comes up to you.

“The place looks pretty great! I don’t know what the other Rave’ns have been like but I think we outdid ourselves.” She grins.

“You both really did do an amazing job.” You comment.

“Larissa, you went to school here, didn’t you? Do you remember being filled with joy and hope during your Rave’n?” She asks.

Larissa’s face falls a bit and she glances away from Marylin to look back over the sea of teens.

“All I really remember is disappointment…” she starts, “The girl I asked turned me down for someone else. Gomez Addams, in fact.”

“Wednesday’s father?” Marylin asks.

You’re smart enough to put two of two together and figure out Wednesday's mother is probably the ex-paramour she had mentioned a while back. You can’t help but wonder what on earth possessed her to turn down Larissa. I mean she was a walking-talking goddess.

However, you don’t think to much about it due to Larissa’s downright sad expression. Marylin heads off to go keep an eye on the punch bowl, leaving the two of you alone again.

You grab her hand, tugging her along behind you as you weave through the crowd. Larissa follows you, confused. You lead her into a nearby classroom, close enough that the music can still be heard.

“Darling, I do hope this is not an attempt to seduce me in a dark classroom.” She laughs. “We really should get back to chaperoning-“

You turn around and shush her with a finger on her lips. She stares down at you, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. You grab her hands and place them on your waist then wrap your arms around her shoulders. You start swaying gently, smiling up at her.

“I wanted to ask you to dance but thought doing that in front of a bunch of gossip-hungry teens might not be the best idea.” You explain.

She stares down at you, shocked before letting out a laugh. She shakes her head at you, swaying along to the muffled music.

“Alright, but just one song.” She hums.

“One song with a literal angel? I’ll take it.” You grin.

She rolls her eyes at you, smiling that cute little smile she has. She truly looks like an angel, all dressed in white with her sparkling blue eyes. She truly is the most gorgeous woman in the whole world.

You grab one of her hands and lift it over her head, stepping up onto your tip toes. She looks down at you, amused but ducks under your admittedly low arm in an awkward twirl anyway.

“I’d try to dip you but honestly I have the upper body strength of a twig.” You joke.

She laughs at that, a bright, loud sound that makes your heart flutter and your brain turns to mush. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of making her laugh and smile like that. You want to spend the rest of your life making her happy.

You slow your swaying as the song ends, beaming up at the dazzling blonde.

“Thank you for this darling…” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know it doesn’t make up for your shitty dance,” you start, “but I would’ve killed myself if I didn’t get at least one dance with the prettiest girl at the dance.”

Despite the darkness of the classroom you manage to make out the blush on her cheeks. You stretch up and press a kiss to her lips. You move to settle back off of your tip toes when she chases after you, biting down on your lower lip. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you flush against her body. You moan into the kiss, allowing her tongue to lick into your mouth. Eventually, she pulls back, pressing one last kiss to your lips. You stare up at her smug, beautiful face, mouth agape.

“What- what was that for?” You breathe.

She simply grins down at you and shrugs, looking far too magnificent for your self-control.

“I’ll see you back inside then.” She hums, using her thumb to wipe some smudged lipstick from your face. “Maybe take a moment to…compose yourself hm?”

And with that, she saunters away, leaving you gaping and flushed in the dark classroom. You decide to go to the bathroom to “compose yourself” as Larissa so aptly put it.

“And she told me not to seduce her in a dark classroom, Gods above.” You murmur.

You’re making your way back from the bathroom when you bump into Yoko, the two of you stopping to chat for a bit. The two of you talk for a long while, she was telling you about all the gossip going on (which you found far more entertaining than you’d ever admit). The two of you are in the middle of discussing the Enid-Wednesday situation when you hear a scream from the direction of the dance.

You both exchange a look before bolting towards the commotion. When you reach the hall you notice groups of red, drenched students running out the doors. When you get inside you notice everything is covered in what you’re praying is red paint. You quickly locate Larissa, who’s standing in the middle of the mess looking both extremely pissed off and close to tears.

You quickly make your way over to her, doing your best to avoid getting too damp. You take her hands, doing your best to help her calm down while making your way out of the ruined dance.

You get back to her quarters and help her change out of the red-stained dress(thank god it was paint and not blood). You get her to take a shower and change into more comfy clothes, telling her you’ll help her sort out all the cleanup and sort everything out.

She’s almost calmed down a bit when her office door is thrown open. You’re about to fight whoever it is when you realize it’s a very freaked-out Yoko.

“Yoko what on earth-“ you start.

“Wednesday ran off into the woods. I overheard her talking to Tyler about it and he said he’s called his dad.” She interrupts.

“What? Why would he call sheriff-“

“It’s Eugene.” Yoko breathes. “He’s been attacked.”

#HTWAHP #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #larissa weems

[spideesenses]

Half a Heart → Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel x gn!reader

warnings: angsty

prompt: miguel has a difficult time balancing out work and his personal life; you have received the short end of the stick countless of times.

Midnight rolled around & the empty spot next to you remains cold. Your heavy heart aches. You tried not to cry, but once that pinch in your chest comes to light, you can’t help the knot that gets stuck in your throat.

This was the 12th time this month that Miguel had left you hanging without any form of communication. 12th time the two of you had planned for a date & him not show up. You understood that he ran a business, you weren’t entirely sure what the business was, only that you would be safer if you didn’t know & to trust Miguel. Him not showing up was only a portion of the issue… the other part was him not communicating. Would you still be a little disappointed if he did communicate? Yes, of course, anyone would be if plans fell through last minute. But you wouldn’t have to hold onto this sliver of hope that just maybe… he’d make it this time.

You started thinking about how he hardly texted you as it was. You weren’t exactly the clingy type. You could be at times, but as a full-time worker, you understood that obligations come up. To make sure you weren’t crazy, you pulled out your phone. You scrolled, making note of the conversations that you had & all of them, were conversations that you initiated.

Two weeks ago

You — 6:56 AM good morning love, i hope you have a great day today. i miss you so much. i’m off at 5 today. any chance we can order takeout and have a movie night?💕

Miggy Smalls — 7:12 AM Buenos dias mi vida. I should be good for a date night, only I’ll be home at around 9 the latest. That okay with you? Be safe, i miss you xo💋

You — 7:15 AM sounds good. should i order from that thai place up the street?

You — 5:20 PM miguel?

You — 6:01 PM i ordered your favorite. should be here in 2 hours and a half. let me know when you’re on the way home. stay safe

You — 8:10 PM oh! i saw this and it reminded me of you. thought you might have a laugh [attachment]

You — 9:32 PM hey, you on the way? im throwing your food in the microwave so it’s warm when you get here!

You — 11:24 PM haven’t heard from you. hope you’re okay. food’s in the fridge🥺

Miggy Smalls — 2:12 AM Dios mios, lo siento baby. I’ll make it up to you, I promise

Two weeks ago

You — 9:44 AM hi! thinking of you. i miss you😭 little bit extra today.

Miggy Smalls - 10 AM Does my baby need a hug delivered? I’ll stop by with some lunch too.

You — 10:03 AM oh please! and a kiss too, while you’re at it🥺

Miggy Smalls — 11:45 AM Omw baby. Hang tight

You — 2:12 PM thank you for coming to see me today. it was very special to me & meant a lot. i love you

Miggy Smalls — 3:54 PM I love you baby. Of course. Sorry it’s been a while since we’ve spent time together, work can be unpredictable at times

You — 4 PM all good. just try to talk to me more, so i can be understanding, okay?

It wasn’t all bad. Miguel had his moments where he would show up for some cuddles. He wouldn’t stay long, but those moments were sacred to you. You cherished those moments beyond his imagination. Of course you did, you had to with how rare they were.

Tears rolled down your face as you went through your messages. You missed him so much. More than words could fathom. And with every single fiber in your body, you wished that you could stop feeling this feeling. Missing him was painful. It felt like your body was operating without its heart. Like you were walking around with only one shoe.

It wasn’t always like this either. In the beginning, Miguel was the one texting and calling you first. He was showing up to your apartment with food and a movie, or a puzzle he picked up. Actually, one of your first quarrels was how he felt like you weren’t doing these things for him. And you felt like these were things he enjoyed, so you didn’t want to take it from him; so the resolution was you would take turns. But that Miguel feels like he’s millions of miles away, as if he’s a completely different person.

You tried your hardest to distract yourself, but the screaming red light of your digital clock reading 12:56 PM only mocked you. You couldn’t get the time of his day. Could you even consider this a relationship?

The memories slowly peeled away in your head. Good and bad. And you really began questioning if the good really could outweigh the bad.

A shadow drifts across your window, causing you to sit up, immediately wiping your face with the sleeve of Miguel’s hoodie. If an intruder was going to get you, you’d be damned if it were booger-faced crying.

Immediately, your heart starts to pound in your chest; if the intruder didn’t know any better, it’d almost be as if you were knocking at the window. You reached for your bedside lamp, clutching it at the base, raising your arm as the shadowed figure presses their fingers to push up the window. Without hesitating, you swipe the lamp at the unnamed stranger.

“Ow! Babe?” you hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed shut and turned to the side. You peeked your eyes and there he was in all of his glory.

“M-Miguel?” you sniffled. You couldn’t help it. You saw him and your heart tore. The weld in your throat tightened as you swallowed.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

Only it wasn’t.

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #alia writes

[georgies-ftts]

my thoughts and opinions on this weeks episode as someone who didn’t have time to watch last weeks episode, has never watched live american telly before and has discovered a new found hatred for your adverts. Also i swear a lot.

let’s begin

(spoilers obviously don’t be a knob)

1. he cannae be captain he’s only got two stripes on his epilette why are we focusing so much on this man

2. Bobby eyeing up that gun I like that (the acting)

3. this guy is giving me uncanny valley and i don’t like it

4. hehe dongle

5. i mean fair enough… in and out just like he said

6. Hen love of my life where the hell have you been loca

7. “and you won’t be anymore either” that’s actually dead funny to me

8. husbands that saw together survive trauma together <3

9. “everyone survived” i know foreshadowing when i see it

10. there’s a lot of drunk driver hatred (as deserved) somethings gonna occurr

11. oh he’s dead… lol karma fuckhead

12. Hen, i love you but why can noone on telly give me actual realistic CPR… break them ribs girl

13. christ these american adverts are weird

14. let me tell you advertising prescription medicine isn’t actually a normal thing to do

15. I don’t know boss man am no a dr but that’s an awful lot of blood are you sure you should still be breathing????

16. “Are you happy” “Yeah, Yeah I am” i have a feeling that’s all about to change buddy

17. just me or can anyone else not see a fucking thing that’s going on this episode why’s everyone in the dark for?

18. moving on from that i love the lighting in the office scene… chefs kiss

19. EXCUSE ME SHE WAS DOING HER JOB, NEXT YOU’LL SUSPEND HER FOR CODLING THE DRUNK DRIVER AND GIVING HIM TEA AND CHEEK KISSES PISS OFFFFF

20. Why do American comm’s systems always fail whenever you actually need them

21. They were axed to pieces. I will let you off -_- this time…

22. “I didn’t shoot him” honestly… same i hope you get yer pay out boss

23. Athena please for the love of god pop a paracetamol or a codeine and chill the fuck out

24. cause it has never been hard enough for them you just had to add a bastard bomb

25. ITS BEEN 5 MINUTES WHY MORE ADVERTS

26. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ADVERTISING TO YOUR CITIZENS

27. The Rookie ad i love it carry on

28. If he wasn’t under the influence then he was just being a cunt and hen had every right to react as such thankyou very much

29. Oh my fuck what is happening - don’t tear them apart i’ll start crying

30. Bitch you’re taking on water stop being a pussy and help

31. “Don’t test me.” Queen, you rag his arse

32. “port stabilisers are gone” surely you should be tilting like a bitch right now or did i miss a frame

33. MORE FUCKING ADVERTS????

34. why’s that lizard from london?

35. WHY ARE YOU ADVERTISING DEMENTIA MEDICATION THAT IS LITERALLY ADVERTISED ALSO AS A DEATH PILL WHAT DO YOU MEAN COMA AND DEATH THATS NOT HELPING

36. “i didn’t save him either” he quite literally refused your help despite being detained

37. didn’t get that SS Menow reference… try the Mayflower next time

38. “Saving the ship” “course she is” GIVE THEM ONE MOMENT OF PEACE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

39. okay good they are tilting like a bitch i will shut my mouth

40. NO STOP TILTING LIKE A BITCH I DONT CARE ABOUT REALISM I TAKE IT BACK NO

41. HOW MANY MORE ADVERTS DO YOU NEED

42. i don’t know but all your meds just seem to be doing the opposite of.. you know… keeping you alive.

43. woah therapy flash back get me one of those

44. you forgot to mention imminent death in your therapy session Mr Sir

45. “We did what we had to do” YOU’RE ALLOWED TO LIVE TOO.

46. “I couldn’t save my first family and I can’t save you either” and what if that was my last straw Robert Nash

47. ABC you can tone down the writing now i’m fucking sobbing

48. FUCK YOU AUSTRALIAN MAN I WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT

49. glad the us also have those Haribo ads

50. first time in my almost 20 years of life where i’ve seen an ADVERT for ANTIDEPRESSANTS that also actively make you MORE DEPRESSED

51. Hen i knew you were slaying you’ve never not slayed <3

52. no need for it was there mr boss man? no didn’t think so

53. You have no jurisdiction past the Gulf of Mexico??? ummmm??? distressed cruise ship full of your citizens???? idk??? do something????

54. oh. welp. no surviving that one, have fun with poseidon my loves

55. i don’t know about you but once i’ve been capsized like that in anything bigger than a kayak im giving up…

#911 series #911 abc #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #911 7x02 #athena grant #bobby nash #911 bobby #911 athena #911 hen #henrietta wilson #evan buck buckely #911 evan buckley #911 eddie #eddie diaz #911 chimney #chimney han #911 maddie #maddie buckley #bathena #bobby x athena

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 10

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: I'm speeding up the timeline a little bit, so some of the next few chapters will leap forwards in the timeline. Bear with me :]

3.2K Word Count

Ch 10: I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed

Jimmy knew that this was not going to be an easy go of it for you. In the many letters and correspondence between the two of you, you had let him know that you were constantly scared of one thing, and that was this character from your past showing back up. Now, that is what your entire company was staring down the barrel at. He knew that Waters affected you deeply. 

“Y/N, what happened?” He asked, knowing that there is more to this than just the job at hand. 

“He showed up at my apartment, Jim. And then followed me from MY HOME. He followed me from McCall, here. He has my number- in more ways than one. He has already called me twice. I don’t feel safe.” You felt small with the admission, but it was true. If there was one person you could be vulnerable with, it was Jimmy. Your normally stoic demeanor faltered, and he could see right though it. 

“Ok. I’ll keep tabs on him.” He looked at you, and rose from his seat. He walked over to you, placing his rough hand on your shoulder. “You better get your ass going, you’ll miss your morning meeting.” He said, looking down at the time on his watch. You looked down at your watch as well, jumping up when you realized it was already 8:30 and you hadn’t finished what you needed to before going to Scarletts. He laughed at your response, and walked out of your office. 

“That was quite the meeting.” Kris stated as she asked back into your office. “Is everything ok? I’m sorry for interrupting earlier.”

“Everything is fine. I just needed to go over some things with him, and give him a new assignment is all.”

“A new assignment? What assignment? I didn’t see anything in the books.” She asked, visibly confused by the change. 

“Kris, it’s fine. Just a temporary shift. No biggie. I have to go up to the job site today, so I need you to take care of things here. I also need you to look into the mystery car from yesterday.” You alluded to the fact that no answer had been provided on the black vehicle that followed you the majority of the way here. She nodded, before turning around and heading back to her office. You sat down, finishing the emails and tasks before you as quickly as you could, and switching the setting on your emails to forward them to Kris. Groaning as you looked at the time, you knew you would be late in the LA traffic to Scarletts house. Currently, you wouldn’t get there till 9:45 at the earliest- but she still hadn’t called to tell you she was leaving yet, so there was hope for you. 

You freshened up in the bathroom, reapplying some cologne, and grabbing your black suit jacket and slinging it over your shoulders. You weren’t sure if you would need it, but it was an unseasonably cool day for LA at the end of August. Equipped with your pistol on your hip, and your black sunglasses, you walked out of your office, typing the code into the lock, and made your way to the parking garage. Remote starting the truck, you sling a smaller black duffel onto the passenger seat, and walk around to your side, climbing into the lifted vehicle. You checked in the rearview, slicking your manicured eyebrows into the correct position, your gaze lingering on the bald area where the hair refuses to grow through the scar tissue. Plugging your phone into the truck, and begin driving towards the address in your navigation, you receive a phone call from the starlet herself. 

“Resolute Security, Y/L/N speaking.”

“You don’t have to say that every time, ya know. I know who I’m calling, and you know who I am.”

“In the name of professionalism, Ms. Johansson.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Scarlett. Please. I’m about to leave now, are you on your way?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m driving now.”

“Okay Y/N. I’ll be seeing you. Bye.” She hung up before you could say anything further. You thought about texting her to tell her no rush, that you were hitting traffic, but just decided to focus on the hour drive ahead of you. You really loathed the traffic here, making a drive that would normally take half an hour and easily doubling it was highly irritating. You turned up the music, knowing you could vent some of your frustrations into the air around you, singing the songs that reflected your feelings at the current time. 

As the drive neared its end, you were feeling slightly better after singing to your hearts content on the way to the north side of Calabasas. You cringed at the thought of how typical this was, but remembered the idiot you were going to be protecting someone from. You were pleasantly shocked when the directions took you through Calabasas proper, and up into the canyon, further north, and further and further away from the majority of the celebrity that fell below. The green truck rumbled up to a gatekeeper, you rolled your window down and gave the gentleman your information. He looked you over a few times, gave back your ID and waved you through. You made a mental note of changing that- it was way too easy to get into this neighborhood. You romped your way through the winding canyon roads, finally approaching the work in progress perched on top of the bluff, overlooking all of the city below, and looking straight towards the greater LA area. Parking the truck up near the house, you check your appearance once more, making sure your hair was how you wanted, and situating the necklaces on your tattooed chest. You shut the truck off, and hopped out, brushing yourself off and straightening your outfit out further. 

“Well, well, it isn’t nice to leave people waiting. But I can honestly say it was worth the wait.” The gravelly voice came from behind you, causing you to spin on your heel. Once you made eye contact, she began to run her eyes up and down your figure. 

“My apologies, traffic was a real bitch.” You respond, drinking in the appearance of a slightly shorter Scarlett, wearing white sneakers, torn light blue jeans, and a striped blue and white polo, with a grey sport coat. Her eyebrow was cocked as she watched you.

“I bet it was. Come on in, pardon the mess.” She said, grazing past you and heading straight for the house. The majority of the massive abode seemed to be done, but there were obvious odds and ends that needed to be taken care of. You found yourself looking at all the details, taking in the mid century styling of the structure. “Make yourself at home,” she motions towards a room that already has some furniture, dark walnut paneling and large overhead geometric lights. You sit on one of the chairs, allowing yourself to look out at the view of the Valley floor below. 

“Gorgeous house Scarlett.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Water? It’s bottled water.” She asked, her voice resonating from the area you resumed to be the kitchen. 

“Please.” She approached with a bottle of water, before sitting on the chair across from you, and removing her sunglasses. 

“For a woman of few words, I am surprised you wanted to talk, Y/N. I think this is the first time we’ve been able to sit and have a conversation, just us.” She says with a playing smirk on her face. 

“Yeah, it is. I don’t typically see my clients, so this is new.” You state, taking a large swig from the water bottle. You couldn’t help but notice the slight deflection on her face, showing a slight disappointment at your statement. 

“I’m surprised your assistant isn’t in tote,” she comes back cooly, trying hide some of the jealousy she felt towards the woman who saw you almost every day. 

“She’s a big girl, she has her own things she needs to do at the office.” You smirk over the water bottle, raising it to your lips once more. Scarletts gaze shifted from your face down, watching the muscles in your neck and collar flex as you drank. At this moment, you were glad your sunglasses were still on, hiding your amusement at her reactions. Once you were happy with the amount of water you had consumed, you set the bottle back down on the floor next to your chair. 

“Mmhmm, that she is. You said you wanted to talk to me in person about some things?” She asked, leaning forward towards you. 

“Yeah, actually,” you removed your glasses, allowing your full face to be visible. Scarlett quickly begin to look over every facet of your facade. “I wanted to ask you if you have had any reasons in particular, that you sought out more help than what you have currently.” You leaned back in the chair, holding your glasses with one arm resting on your lips. 

“I’m not really sure what you mean, Y/N.” Scarlett looked utterly confused by the question.

“I noticed you had quite the security detail already. Have there been any scenarios or events that made you feel your current security was not adequate enough?” You probe again, trying to leave the question more open to a longer answer. She leans back as well, taking the time to think to herself. “While you think about that, I’m going to take a brief walk around. I need to make a phone call.” You state, raising from the chair, and pretending not to hear her breathing shift as you leaned in her direction, exposing more of your chest for her to see. “I’ll be right back.” You slide the phone out of your pocket, texting Jim to see if he had been able to get any leads on Steve. You walk around the perimeter of the estate, looking at everything in a tactical, defensive manner. This house was a sitting duck, with hardly any covering foliage, but it did have neighbors just down the hill. This place was a strategic nightmare. Your phone buzzed, you looked down to see who it was from. 

10:23 AM  UNK- “I know you’re plotting the place out. Just know I will see everything.”

10:24 AM   JIM- “Yes, I have a bead on this slimy little fuck. He sure has been following you hard.”

10:25 AM   YOU- “Jim, he’s texting me, I’m at Scarletts.”

You cringed at the thought of this, and went back inside to discuss things further with Scarlett. She must have caught a slight change in your demeanor. 

“Everything ok, Y/N?” 

“Yeah, everything is.” You smile, faking it for the time being. “So, do you have an answer for me?”

“Yes and no,” she responded, wringing her hands together. You had noticed that she does this a lot, when you were doing your research for this project. You studied her body language in various interviews and tv spots to know when she is distressed, upset, or nervous would be crucial to knowing if something was going on. “I’ve play my fair share of interesting characters. Black Widow was one of my most popular. But playing a Russian spy can attract some unwarranted attention by the more… unsavory crowd.” She looked off towards the wall of windows before the both of you. “Up until recently it’s been manageable. As a celebrity, you get your occasional hate mail, but hey, that’s what assistants and PR is for, to go through the mail and sort out the negative.” She continued to play with her hands, spinning rings on her fingers, and tracing the tattoo on her right wrist. You resumed your place across from her, so you could watch the behavioral shifts, but also wanting to feel closer to her. “As of late, I’ve been pulled out of interviews mid-sentence, shuffled around like some secret service pet. I can no longer fulfill my obligations, and I no longer feel safe.” She looks down, just staring at her now still hands. “I constantly feel like someone I don’t want around is watching. I’m paranoid.”

“Scarlett,” gaining the weary gaze of the blonde from her hands. “When you say you feel like you’re being watched, have you ever noticed anyone lurking around, or any vehicles that don’t belong?” You had a feeling you knew this answer already, but she needed to be the one to tell you. “I am fully aware of the group that has been threatening you. Best case is to be fully transparent with me.” She looked directly into your eyes, hers slightly misty, holding back tears. She carefully wiped her eyes, trying not to mess up her makeup. 

“I always see a car hanging around, but never anyone with it. Like it’s taunting me. Just far enough away to make it seem like it’s there for something or someone else, but always where I am.”

“What does the car look like?”

“It’s black. But beyond that, I couldn’t tell you. I’m honestly terrible with cars.” She laughs, wiping her eyes again. “I have a picture of it in my phone.” The memory suddenly strikes her, and she searches through her phone for the photo. “Here. This is the one always around.” She hands you her phone which you confiscate to examine the photo. Not surprisingly, the vehicle she photographed was identical to the one that followed you out from Idaho. 

“Hmm… are you okay if I send this to my phone?” You ask her permission to forward the photo to your personal cell. 

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“It’s a Chevy Malibu, for the record. But they probably change the plates on it regularly to avoid detection.” You hand the phone back to her. “Any time you see it, try and get a photo, as long as it's safe.”

She nodded in response, a slight smile on her face. “Okay. I should have known you would know what kind of car it was.” You look at her with a confused expression. “I saw you leave the morning of the first meeting. You seem to have a very particular taste in cars.” She nodded out to your truck. You raised your eyebrow, and smirked. Your phone dinged at the receipt of the photo from Scarlett, and you forwarded it to Jimmy, typing a quick message that she’s been noticing it hanging around.

“If you mean fast and loud, then yes, yes I do.” You leaned back in the chair, laughing and crossing your right leg over the left. “I collect cars, actually.” She clicked her tongue, obviously pondering her next statement. 

“I would like to get to know the person who will be taking care of my safety for the unforeseen future.” She turned towards you, a nervous smile on her face. “I would imagine that this issue won’t go away over night, and I’d like to keep you around. Your crew has already been here installing so much more than I had anticipated, and it shows how much you care.” You hesitated, not knowing how to approach. You were not used to being face to face with your clients, particularly one of this… caliber. Sensing your hesitation, she visibly panicked. “But I totally understand if you won’t due to your professionalism, I just thought…“ Your laugh caught her off guard. She hadn’t seen you smile, or laugh, at all up to this point. 

“Scarlett?” You quirk your scarred eyebrow, leaning in her direction. You were letting your guard down a little at a time with the blonde. 

“Yes?”

“You don’t need to panic. It’s ok. I think that putting a person behind the client title helps. I would love to get to know you more, at least more than I’ve read.” You smirk at the last part, knowing that she probably didn’t realized you had done some homework. 

“You’ve read, huh? What have you read about me?” She asks, suddenly intrigued by the admission. “I should have known you would be the studious type.”

“That’s classified,” you wink.

“How on earth could it be classified when I’m who it’s about??” She laughed, questioning the deflection. 

“No, but seriously. I’ve read literally everything about you already. I know how much you bought this place for, that you’re not technically divorced or separated, but that your ‘ex’ and you are no longer together, all the way to how much money you’ve made every year you’ve been working. That top secret clearance gets me access to everything, Ms. Johansson.” You emphasize the last name, just to get a little bit more of a rise out of her. “But what I read and who someone really is, those are two different things. It would be nice to learn the things from the source, not just some government file on everything you have, have done, have had on paper. ”

“You must be a real hit at parties, Y/L/N.” She chuckled.

“Eh, that would require going to them. I don’t generally do that any more. I’ve made more enemies than friends in my line of work.”

“I can’t imagine why, it’s such a straightforward job to work with the government,” she quipped, rolling her eyes., grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig.

“Oh it totally is, very black and white. No wiggle room at all.” You snark back. She almost spit her water out at the comment. 

“Is that a sense of humor I detect, Y/N?” She laughed again, leaning again in your direction.

“Yeah, it’s in there, don’t get used to it though.” She rolled her eyes, leaning backward again. “However, I did want to discuss one other thing with you, Scarlett.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“With the understanding that you have seen a car hanging around, I want to give you some information. Not to scare you, but to empower you. The more you know, the better. Understood?” She nodded, eyebrow raised as is to question what could be coming next. “There are likely two people in that car you keep seeing. One of them is former military, and he- from everything we have investigated so far, is extremely unpredictable. ” Scarlett takes a deep breath, putting her face in her hands. 

“Is this supposed to make me feel any better? Because it doesn’t, Y/N.”

“It may not right now. But you have to know what you’re up against.”

“Well, Y/N, it sounds like your homework didn’t uncover the ‘fan’ that has been showing up to all my appearances.” This caught you off guard. There was nothing in the file or anything you read about a recurring fan- typically the fans all over the Internet pick something like that apart.

“You’re correct. I haven’t heard of this, so please, discuss further. I need to know these things. You okay if I record what happened?” You grabbed your phone,  waving it in her direction.

“Yeah, if it helps keep this guy away from me.”

“Let’s get everything going, see what we can take care of for you.” You set the phone on the middle of the coffee table, signaling for her to start with your hands. 

(CHAPTER 11)

#communicatethrulyrics #wlw fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x fem!reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson #scarlett johannsen #ILYBOMTJALTM

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mister steal your girl

pairing: situationship! heeseung + fem!reader feat. not-so secret admirer flirty bsf! niki

synopsis: when rejecting heeseung’s invite to watch him play basketball turns him into a jealous mess.

genre: tbh idek.. kinda fluff kinda not, indirectly stated mutual pining, it’s a situationship

warnings! cursing, like indirectly stated rejection but really not, teasing & banter :)

notes: heeseung is older than y/n by a year and niki a year younger. y/n’s lowkey kinda toxic but we won’t get into that right now lol. niki and y/n are close friends but he would def take his chance if given. i kinda wanna turn this au universe into a small series so let me know what y’all think :)

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the time reads 12:30am when your phone suddenly vibrates.

“hello?”

“you seriously would’ve came only for niki?”heeseung questions, and you can hear the whine wanting to break through his voice. he’s out of breath after playing basketball for about three hours straight and you’ve concluded he just got out the gym now.

“well did i show up? no, so there’s your answer” you reply, both loving and hating this conversation in the earliest hour of day.

this morning heeseung had asked if you’d want to come watch him play since he’d be coming to town. making up some excuse and saying no, he must’ve found out that you told niki you wouldn’t have denied the invite if you knew that he was going to be there as well.

heeseung lets out an annoyed groan into the mic, followed by you rolling your eyes.

“whatever, you’re fake for that” heeseung follows and you can hear him unlocking his car, faint voices in the background.

“oh my god, you guys started at 9:30!” you huff in annoyance but a smirk stays put on your face. “that’s so late, i wasn’t gonna come no matter what.”

“stop lying, you stay up until this time anyway.”

“i get into bed around 9!”

a low chuckle leaves heeseung’s throat as he shakes his head. he doesn’t understand this push and pull game that you play with him but he can’t seem to get himself to walk away. you’re intoxicating, your voice and attention like poison that he wants to keep to himself any chance he gets.

“whatever. i’ll just see you another time then,” he says quietly, although not quiet enough. you can hear the rest of his friends begin to pile into his car and one voice in particular catches your attention.

“who is that? y/n?” niki’s voice is loud compared to the rest. you can hear the “ooohs” and laughter of everyone else in the car while heeseung groans once again, ready to leave this place and start the 45 minute drive back home.

the shuffling of hands take over before a sweet voice leaves the phone.

“hiii y/n~” niki greets, the normal flirty tone in his voice flowing through your right ear. niki gives heeseung a mischievous grin and heeseung turns to face the front of the car. a giggle escapes out of you and you smile. oh how toxic, but so entertaining.

“awh hi niki, i missed you” you say through a pout. the car goes wild, signaling to you that yup, you are now on speaker phone. you can practically hear heeseung slap his palm to his face, ruffling his hair in slight frustration and turning back to face his younger friend with his phone.

niki chuckles and pulls the phone closer to his mouth.

“oh i missed you too princess, but your boyfriend over here is giving me death glares. i’ll text you later.” he grins and hands the phone back to heeseung. you hum in reply and soon enough the rest of the guys are laughing together. heeseung turns off the speaker and puts the phone back to his ear, turning onto the highway.

“don’t ever talk to me again,” he spits out quietly, his eyebrows are scrunched together with god who knows how many feelings.

“like you’ll be able to handle yourself without me anyway” and the satisfied grin makes home on your face again.

“oh shut up.”

“mhmm, now stop talking to me and focus on driving. call me when you get home,” you say softly as sleep takes over your body. you can visualize how pink heeseung’s cheeks are glowing, just as you intended.

thank god it’s dark out right now because if any of his friends were to see just how down bad he is for you he wouldn’t be able to take another hit. and god forbid heeseung actually wants to make it home without having to throw one of his homies out the van.

so he clears his throat before giving you a final answer.

“yeah yeah, just go to bed lazy ass. i’ll call you in the morning.”

you let out a laugh, now its your turn to blush.

“that’s what i thought,” you mumble through your tired lips before hanging up the phone.

heeseung drops his phone into the cup holder as a shy smile grows on his face. he doesn’t know how exactly he got himself stuck in your trap, but he can’t help but know that he’s slowly getting yourself to unlock it.

“better watch out heeseung,” sunghoon starts from the back seat, a snicker leaving jake’s lips.

“mister steal your girl over here might just be your biggest threat.”

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oh how i wish i was stuck in this love triangle, haha

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[scarlett-vixen]

A Room For Two

A/n: just a silly little one shot I put together for Mammon’s birthday💖 Happy Birthday to the Demon of my dreams✨

Cw: hurt/comfort, suggestive at the very end but nothing explicit

Word count: 1.7k

7:18 AM

“Mornin’ human! It’s a great day ain’t it!!” Mammon chirps as he barrels into the dining room, seating himself right next to you.

“Well, it’s only seven but I guess it’s been pretty good so far.” You chuckle light heartedly.

“‘S only gonna get better! You know why?” He asks, leaning in close to you with a dorky grin on his face.

“No Mammon, I don’t know why.” You try to stifle your laughter. He seems unusually giddy this morning and you aren’t sure why.

“Well, you know what day it is don’t ya?!”

“It’s Saturday, September the tenth.” You say casually, continuing to eat your breakfast.

“RIGHT! And what does that meeean?” The second born prods, his grin growing bigger.

“Ummmm,” you look up at the ceiling as you think for a moment. “It means it’s Lucifer’s turn to do the laundry so it better all be in the wash room?” You finally respond.

“WHA— LAUNDRY?! This ain’t got nothing to do with— OH SHIT MY LAUNDRY!” Mammon flies from the table, knocking the chair over on his way out.

You shrug your shoulders and go back to your breakfast again. Satan enters shortly after, picking up the discarded chair and brushing it off before sitting down beside you.

“Any idea why Mammon is running down the hall as though Cerberus is after him?” He muses. You look over at him and shrug once more, after swallowing your food you answer.

“He’s just really excited about laundry day I guess.”

12:45 PM

“Oh come oooooon,” Mammon whines. “Just call in and come with me!”

“Mammon I can’t call in, I’ve haven’t missed a day of work in the last six months!” You reply, quickly trying to throw your uniform on.

“Exactly!! You work too much, just spend today with me instead! We can go to the carnival!” He eagerly offers.

“Why,” you laugh. “So you can take me to the haunted house, get scared and try to cop a feel like last time?”

“HEY! It ain’t like that! Not my fault ya grabbed onto me and yer ass just happened to touch my hand!” Mammon huffs.

“Oh yes, and I’m sure it wasn’t your fault that your hand just happened to wander further when the room went dark.” Rolling your eyes you give him a smirk. You watch as the greedy demon begins to blush and rub the back of his neck, a harsh cough to change the subject and he’s back to begging.

“Please! Just this one day, I won’t ever ask ya to call in again! I’ll be good!”

“Aww, Mams!” You start off rather condescendingly. “I know you’ll be good! Because you know what happens when you aren’t.” You throw him a teasing wink which coaxes a sharp yelp from the second born.

You continue to get ready for work but notice Mammon still pouting in the corner.

“Look Mams, I promise once I’m off work we can hang out alright? I just really need the money from this shift tonight!” Making your way over to the dejected demon, you hold his face in your hands. His face lights up immediately.

“That’s all it is? If it’s money ya need ya know I’ll handle it! Yer my human, ya know I’ll take care of ya!” You can see the hopeful gleam in his eyes and it pains you to crush his spirits.

“No Mammon, not this time. I appreciate the offer but this time I need my own money. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“‘Course,” he gently holds onto your left wrist and leans into your hand slightly. “I’ll see ya tonight.”

You know he’s upset but if you don’t leave now you’ll be late. So you give him a quick kiss on the cheek hoping that will keep him occupied for the next two hours or so and dash out the door.

9:28 PM

Time seems to pass slower than normal, the house is quiet after the rambunctious dinner earlier. Mammon lays on his bed staring at the ceiling, the ticking of the clock and the soft hum of the TV are his only company.

“Stupid birthday…”

True, his brothers had all wished him well this morning, the angels had made him a small cake, and everyone including Diavolo and Barbatos had come over for dinner to celebrate but it still felt bland.

He knew why, he didn’t have to guess, the whole day felt stupid because you weren’t there. You missed dinner because of your shift at work, you missed out on the entire day because of work actually. Worse than that you hadn’t even acknowledged his birthday, maybe it was silly for him to get his hopes up, maybe he was taking it too personal, maybe you just didn’t remember birthdays that well…..but you remembered Barbatos’ last month…and Luke before that….and you had spent the whole evening with Lucifer on his birthday.

Doing his best to hold it together, Mammon squeezes his eyes shut. He feels so silly, he’s well over 4,000 years old but right now he feels about 200 years old with how upset he is. Every year was the same thing, hell there were at least 600 birthdays he didn’t even celebrate just because it felt repetitive, but this year he had hoped it would be different. This year he had been excited. This year he had you. Or so he thought.

More than anything he had wanted to spend some time alone with you, to finally have a day where the two of you could just enjoy each other and not be interrupted. Nothing had gone the way he wanted, in fact he had spent less time with you today than he normally did. Everything about this birthday sucked.

A single tear managed to break free, just as it did Mammon felt his phone vibrate next to him. It was you.

“Sup?” He tries to act as if he wasn’t just wallowing in self pity for the last thirty minutes.

“Hey! So I got off work early but some friends invited me to this dope party at the Three Legged Crow Resort! Asmo said he’s busy but do you wanna come?” You sound so eager. Mammon was a little surprised, parties usually weren’t your scene and typically he and Asmo had to beg you to join them at The Fall. “Come on it’s a Saturday night what else are you doing?” You tease over the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll meet ya there. Don’t do anything stupid until I show up alright?” He hopes you can’t tell how happy he is to hear your voice. Maybe this birthday can still be great, so long as he gets some time with you even if it’s not alone like he wanted.

9:45 PM

Mammon makes his way down the hall, searching for the room number you told him on the phone. He stops in front of room 1534 and questions why it’s so quiet, usually parties like this you can hear all the way from the elevator but it seems completely silent inside.

The second born turns the room card over in his hand, the Succubus at the front desk had acted weird while giving it to him, almost jealous it seemed. Shaking the thought from his mind, Mammon scans the card and opens the door, planning to be met with blaring music and pulsating lights.

Upon entering, the Avatar of Greed is completely confused. There’s no loud music, no flashing lights, no room packed with demons and succubi. It’s one of the most expensive suites on the resort— he should know with the amount of parties he’s attended here—, yet it’s completely empty. Mammon wonders a little further into the room, the lights are dim, the fireplace is burning softly, and there’s a sweet scent lingering in the air. Your scent.

“Shoot, you’re early!”

Mammon spins around at the sound of your voice to find you standing near the kitchen. Wearing one of the resort robes, a bottle of demonus in one hand and two glasses in the other, he can feel his face heat up at the sight.

“W-What’s goin on? I thought there was a party, where’s everyone at?” He finally manages.

“There’s no party,” you give a mischievous smile and set the glasses on the table along with the bottle. “I made that up so you wouldn’t suspect anything!”

“So then what’s all this for?” Mammon gestures to the massive suite.

“It’s for you!” You plant a firm kiss on his cheek. “Happy Birthday Mammon!”

“For— but you didn’t…how’d ya…I don’t understand.” You watch Mammon glitch for a minute and realize he’s trying to put the pieces together in his head. You sit him down on the couch and explain that you had been lying this morning about not know why the day was so special, that you had been working extra shifts at work to afford this suite for the night, that you had wanted all of this to be a surprise for him.

“Y-ya did all this just for me?” He looks at you with eyes of adoration.

“Well of course I did!”

“Thought ya forgot at first…” He mumbles and looks down at his lap, his cheeks starting to heat up.

“How could I forgot your birthday? You’re my first man after all,” You reach over and gently pull his face towards you, catching his lips with yours. Pulling away you look into his blue eyes and can almost see the little hearts inside. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Blush consumes his cheeks as the second born pulls you back in for another kiss. Just as you begin to melt against him, Mammon pulls away suddenly.

“Hold on, I get wantin this to be a surprise, but why’d ya make me wear this dumb suit and tie??” He pulls on the jacket of his suit in exaggeration.

“Cause I think you look hot in it.” You tease and pull on his tie.

“Y-yeah, alright.” He responds, overly flustered.

“By the way,” you say while undoing his tie and the first few buttons on his shirt. “I spent all my money on this room so the two of us could be alone for the night, but your real gift is under this robe.”

Mammon’s whole body runs hot as you slide your hand under his shirt and across his chest. He had dreamed of having a night alone with you like this since the day he fell in love with you, and tonight you made his dream a reality.

This would be the greatest birthday after all.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #om! mammon

[alovesreading]

Constant Repeat | Part 5

Summary: Having worked at Focus Creeps for a year, Ella knows that as a production assistant and part of the crew, there’s one important rule: don’t interact with the talent unless it’s needed. But once she meets Arctic Monkeys, and the recording of the music videos for their upcoming fourth studio album starts, the band seem to become her exception. Not only because they treat her more like a friend than just someone else they’re working with but when Alex continuously makes her blush with his flirting, so enthralled by her that he forgets he’s got a girlfriend, Ella finds herself growing closer to him. As videos are filmed, wrapped and edited, the friendship lines become blurry. Situations unfold, secrets are told and others are kept under lock and key, but how long can Alex and Ella endure being stuck in each other’s minds on constant repeat.

Word Count: 20.2k 

Story Warnings: Throughout this series there will be suggestive talk, jealousy, cheating, alcohol and drug use, angst, smut.

A/N:  Currently not able to stay still because this is one of my favorite chapters and it's been one I have been excited to share ever since I finished writing it. So since imagine-that-100 and I are posting part 4 of Chicken Shop Date next week, I thought I would bring this chapter forward a week hehe, though this means you'll have to wait a week longer for the next one since I'll stick to posting it on the original date it was supposed to which is April 7th. But right now, I truly cannot wait to see your reactions to this one. I have a feeling you might yell at me lolll. Enjoy!!! xx

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |

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(17/09/11 10:28) Congrats on the suck it and see video, compliments the song brilliantly.

(17/09/11 10:31) Thank you for that and for helping us with it x

(17/09/11 10:39) Nothing to thank, that's my literal job Al hahaha

(17/09/11 10:40) Hahaha that's true. Well then thanks for making it such a great time for us.

(17/09/11 10:44) My pleasure :) Send my love to everyone over there, I hope tour is going smoothly x

(17/09/11 10:44) Will do x And it is! Kinda wish you were here to see the madness x

(17/09/11 10:45) We better hope America treats you just as well next time you come, I'll definitely be there :) x

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(27/10/11 13:16) I'm so glad Helders had the idea of going to Vegas and filming it.

(27/10/11 13:18) It was quite a lovely time, congrats on the music video Al!

(27/10/11 13:18) Even though most of it is just Bre and Matt, I'm happy to see that day after all this time x

(27/10/11 13:20) C'mon Turner, it's only been a couple months x

(27/10/11 13:21) Fair enough but, don't tell this to anyone, I miss America quite a bit.

(27/10/11 13:27) Any particular reasons?

(27/10/11 13:29) A couple come to mind...

(27/10/11 13:33) Any with first and last names?

(27/10/11 13:33) Are you trying to trick me into saying something?

(27/10/11 13:34) Maybe...

(27/10/11 13:48) I do miss you Ellie xx

(27/10/11 13:49) Well, that's good to hear xx

(27/10/11 13:49) I miss you following me around with your camera on my face x

(27/10/11 13:50) Anyone would think I'm a crazy pap from that sentence alone.

(27/10/11 13:50) Aren't you? x

(27/10/11 13:52) Alright Turner, I'm not saying i miss you too then.

(27/10/11 13:56) I joke, I joke x

(27/10/11 13:57) Hahaha I know, I do miss you xx

(27/10/11 14:02) Well, that's good to hear xx

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(05/11/11 02:22) Helders got a new film camera!

(05/11/11 02:22) No way?! Show me!!!

(05/11/11 02:24) *picture of Matt holding a Leica M6 to his face squinting his left eye*

(05/11/11 02:25) I'm so jealous! A Leica M6?! She's stunning!!!

(05/11/11 02:26) He's also been pestering me for your phone number, he might've stolen it from my contact book already.

(05/11/11 02:28) He did and texted me last night. Remind me again why you don't have a password? He's going to be the death of me.

(05/11/11 02:29) You said you missed the lads the other day, and I delivered the message. You didn't expect it to be that easy to escape him, did you?

(05/11/11 02:30) This is what I get for being a caring friend.

(05/11/11 02:31) It has its cons x

(05/11/11 02:46) It wasn't only Helders breaking into your phone, by the way.

(05/11/11 02:49) What do you mean?

(05/11/11 02:49) Nick and Jamie texted me earlier too hahaha

(05/11/11 02:49) Sorry? x

(05/11/11 02:50) Don't! I suppose you're gonna have a little rest from me now that I have more people to annoy x

(05/11/11 02:51) You're never annoying Ellie x

(05/11/11 02:51) I find that hard to believe x

(05/11/11 02:53) You really aren't x I actually think if you stop sending me your weekly film reviews and song recommendations I might go in a weird type of withdrawal xx

(05/11/11 02:53) I'll keep them coming for you then ;)

(05/11/11 02:54) I really hope you do xx

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(24/12/11 16:12) Just double checked and since it's already the 25th where you are, Merry Christmas Alex!!!

(24/12/11 16:17) Thank you Ellie, merry christmas to you too xx

(24/12/11 16:18) I hope Sinatra is playing on repeat all day today x

(24/12/11 16:21) You know he is. It's snowing later today as well, will send you pictures xx

(24/12/11 16:23) You're gonna make me miss home, I haven't had a white christmas in a while now :((

(24/12/11 16:24) We should do a video call then, make some hot chocolate and pretend you're here x

(24/12/11 16:25) Sounds lovely to me x See you later then, Al :)

(24/12/11 16:26) See ya Ellie xx

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(31/12/11 15:09) It feels weird having Bre here but not you, the group feels incomplete xx

(31/12/11 15:09) So sorry I said no, I had already planned on spending this one in Tennessee. And I would rather eat a cup of dirt than have you pay for my whole holiday in the uk!

(31/12/11 15:10) You don't have to be sorry, I know you missed your family x And you stubborn woman! Will you ever let me pay for anything for you without having to physically distract you when it comes to it?

(31/12/11 15:12) Never ;))) But you'll be pleased to know I have started saving up for my own trip, just give me some months and I'll be on your side of the pond x

(31/12/11 15:13) Can't wait to see how poorly you do in the cold once again, I'll have my coats ready for you to steal xx

(31/12/11 15:15) You're mean!

(31/12/11 15:16) I'm actually very kind, i'll be letting you take them all xx

(31/12/11 15:17) I think whatever you're having is getting to you already, go enjoy the party for me Turner! (I'm there in spirit x).

(31/12/11 15:17) I'm the most sober in here right now. Nick's pissed already and Matt is following very closely behind. (I can weirdly feel your presence in the room xx).

(31/12/11 15:18) Oh I would pay to see that!!

(31/12/11 15:18) Well lucky for you I won't charge you for the following videos x *video of Nick and Matt messily racing to chug down a pint of beer, video of Nick and Matt singing karaoke*

(31/12/11 15:19) You've just made my entire year with that HAHAHA

(31/12/11 15:22) Glad to hear it x

(31/12/11 16:00) Happy New Year from my side of the pond, Ellie xxxx

(31/12/11 16:03) Happy New Year Al xxxx Feels weird saying that at four in the afternoon haha

(31/12/11 16:04) Haha, time zones are mental, aren't they? Let me know when it's 2012 for you too xx

(01/01/2012 00:00) Happy New Year!!!! We just caught up to you hahah xx

(01/01/2012 00:00) Thank you, darling x How's it going with your family? xx

(01/01/2012 00:01) Absolutely insane but I had missed the madness that it was to spend the holidays with them :') Thinking about how crazy it would be if y'all were here to celebrate with us xx

(01/01/2012 00:04) Let's hope for 2013 xx

(01/01/2012 00:05) Yeah let's hope for that xx What about you? Starting the year with a hangover?

(01/01/2012 00:09) Thankfully no, but with a headache from inspiration and too much to write x

(01/01/2012 00:10) Don't stress yourself too much, it's always a perfect record x

(01/01/2012 00:11) Now you're just being nice x

(01/01/2012 00:12) Stop it, you know how good you are! I also have a feeling this one is gonna make history all around the world xx

(01/01/2012 00:15) We shall see about that xx

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(05/01/2012 12:21) I love how you regretted flipping the camera off and tried to cover it up with a peace sign.

(05/01/2012 12:34) I'm confused...

(05/01/2012 12:35) Black treacle just came out! Fill me in on Bre and Matt's fight after it.

(05/01/2012 12:36) You're still after Bre, I see x

(05/01/2012 12:38) Well if Matt fucks up then I need to be a good friend, don't I? x

(05/01/2012 12:39) Oh you think you're slick x

(05/01/2012 12:39) I'm smoother than you, that's for sure x

(05/01/2012 12:39) Hey what's that meant to mean?!

(05/01/2012 12:40) Hahaha nothing Turner, it means nothing.

(05/01/2012 12:41) How about I give you something? xx

(05/01/2012 12:41) And what would that be? xx

(05/01/2012 12:42) Remember how I promised you another music video? xx

Her jaw dropped at the same time her phone hit the kitchen counter, and in a delayed reaction she went to check if she'd cracked it but was relieved to see it intact. What the fuck?! was all that she could hear inside her brain, chanting to herself as she frantically opened her contact book to call Alex but, of course, the singer beat her to it. The room echoed with the ringing of his incoming call and she was quick to answer.

A loud "Are you serious?!" came out of her mouth like an instinct, not even giving him time to say hello.

His breathy laugh came through the speaker, "Do you think I'd be joking about that?"

She was screaming on the inside, her tummy fluttering as she thought about how the countdown to see him again would start right at that moment. "I don't– I just– When? Do Aaron and Ben know?"

He was lying on his settee, with his phone pressed to his ear and his ceiling was witnessing one of the brightest smiles he'd ever wore in his life. "I reckon our manager is getting in contact with them next monday, and possibly for the beginning of February. You know, we're doing a brief US west coast tour before we go back into the shadows to record the next one."

"Oh my god, really?! That's so soon!" Ella hadn't felt this much excitement since she got accepted in her first job in LA, everything felt light suddenly and she just couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

She's adorable, he thought with his cheeks aching. He could feel her happiness through the phone and she had this way of calming him down by just talking to him, that's why they had called each other so many times throughout the past months they hadn't seen each other.

"It is! And you're coming with..." Alex bit his lip trying especially hard to catch her reaction and when he got a tiny gasp, he freed his lip from his teeth and smirked, "Well, at least I was hoping you will– We, we were hoping you will." He cleared his throat, hoping the correction wasn't too noticeable.

Of course she noticed, her heart skipped a beat at that and her cheeks had warmed. Keep it cool, keep it cool, she reminded herself. "I would need to ask Ben and Aaron but I'd love to." She was giddy but then she realized what touring meant and her questions just came out in full force, "Wait... How many days would it be? Are we staying in hotels or just on the bus? We're not flying anywhere, are we? Who can I speak with from your team to pay for it?"

His chuckle was out before he could think of containing it, "It would just be a week of tour. No flying anywhere, no—we're moving on the tour bus like we did for Vegas. And as for the expenses you really don't have to worry, everything is paid for."

"But–"

He tutted, "No, Ella. I'll just let you pay for whatever you want to buy wherever we go but you're not paying for anything else if it's already covered."

She sighed feeling defeated but her excitement bubbled up again when she remembered what she had just accepted, "Oh I'm so excited!"

Alex decided to tease her and test the waters, "That eager to see me?"

She laughed at his advances, "Nope, just excited for the gigs and the free alcohol."

He laughed with her, "Glad to see where your loyalty lies."

Ella hummed and nodded, instantly feeling dumb when she saw her reaction reflected on the microwave realizing Alex was not seeing it. "And I'm glad you're understanding of my priorities."

"Talking about priorities, how come you're not at work? What have you been up to?" The thought of her casually picking up the phone at this time, when she'd normally pick up to whisper that she was at the office and that she'd have to keep whispering throughout the call, had been swirling around the back of his head and he was curious to know what had happened to change the situation.

She sighed, turning to rest her hips on the side of her kitchen counter and watching her guest bedroom door behind which her sister had been getting ready for almost twenty minutes. "Not much, just took the day off to pick my sister up from the airport."

He smiled at the news, thinking back to the many times Ella had mentioned her sister, the memories she shared with her and how many 'i miss her's he had heard after each anecdote. "Is she visiting?"

Her smile could be felt through the phone from the tone of her voice, and Alex couldn't help but count how many days it had been since he had witnessed that sight. "Yeah, she's staying for the week so I'm gonna show her every corner I love in LA."

A deep hum came from his side, "So she's getting a VIP Ella – Los Angeles tour..."

She let out a little chuckle, "Exactly that."

"Sort of jealous she gets one and I haven't gotten one yet."

With a smirk on her face Ella was quick to reply, "Well Mr. Rockstar, you haven't been here in a while and every time we've seen each other has been for filming."

He let out a breathy laugh that made her insides coat with warmth, "Fair enough. I'll be sure to get enough time in February to get a tour."

Her stomach flipped hearing him say he'd make time for her, even if it was just a joke she couldn't help the way it made her giddy and her cheeks light up. "Alright then...I'll give you a good discount, don't worry."

"You'll probably get a date before we even know of one, so I hope you have flexibility when it comes to changing reservation dates for those tours of yours." Alex kept the banter going, loving how most of the time her replies would surprise him and keep him thinking if she had really just said that.

"Of course I do! Mates rates, didn't you say it was?" She was about to continue when her guest bedroom door opened to reveal her sister all ready and putting her earrings on. "Speak of the devil... my lovely sister just finished getting ready so I'm gonna have to leave you Al, sorry." She sighed, sad that she had to cut the conversation short once again despite not being at work.

"Don't apologize Ellie, s'alright." His voice was soft and she hoped she could continue to listen to it for as long as life would allow her. "Hope you enjoy yourselves, send my regards to your sister."

She melted inside, her rational side yelling at her emotional counterpart that it was a simple thing to say and not something to swoon over but she was blind. Maybe that was his effect, pure blindness to everything else and only being able to see him. "Thanks Al, will tell her you said hi. Hope to hear from you soon."

"You definitely will," he promised, "Goodnight Ella."

Ella's eyes were on the ten in the morning sun coming through her windows and smiled to herself, "Goodnight Alex."

The room was filled with silence as she pressed the red button to end the call. A bright grin was set on her face with no intention to disappear, her cheeks were slightly pink but it was the tiny squeal that she accidentally let out that caused her older sister, Lily, to speak up.

"So you do have a crush!" Lily's index finger was pointing accusingly at Ella.

She turned her head so fast she was surprised she didn't get whiplash, "What?" She asked too defensive to make the situation seem casual.

Lily smirked at her, reading her face easily, "I was right, you do like him."

"Oh shut up, I do not." Ella's voice sounded annoyed but her sister knew that tone of hers, it was pure denial.

The older sister just sighed and rolled her eyes, "When are you ever gonna stop being so stubborn?"

"The day I die." Ella replied quickly and proceeded to grab her car keys from the counter and put her phone in the pocket of her jeans. "Let's go."

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Wednesday, the 8th of February had been the day Ben and Aaron had been informed the lads would touch down on American soil again and the day had rolled around fairly quickly.

It felt as if the countdown to the day of the band's arrival had been fast forwarded and for that she was grateful. She wasn't a fan of having to wake up early but she had woken up to a picture of the lads at the airport and several texts from all of them, and it made her grin like a mad woman as she got ready.

(08/02/2012 06:12) *picture of Matt flipping the camera off at the baggage claim area* Fair to say he's excited to see you.

(08/02/2012 06:26) Tell him I'm just as enthusiastic to see him, Cookie.

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(08/02/2012 06:20) My darling Ella, hope you're up and ready to see us. Alex said something about getting a tour from you...

(08/02/2012 06:27) Definitely up, and slowly getting ready. If there's one thing you should know, is that I need a good cup of coffee to properly function this early in the morning. And yes, I'm driving y'all and giving you a tour around LA.

(08/02/2012 06:28) Noted, gonna get you loads of coffee for the tour. Can't wait to see how poorly you drive xx

(08/02/2012 06:28) Alright O'Malley, rude.

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(08/02/2012 06:34) I bet you're celebrating I'm back in your land already.

(08/02/2012 06:35) You have the biggest head, has anyone told you that?

(08/02/2012 06:35) Been told something similar, if you know what I mean ;)

(08/02/2012 06:35) You're actually disgusting, Helders.

(08/02/2012 06:36) Yeah, yeah, you love me.

(08/02/2012 06:36) You certainly wish.

(08/02/2012 06:37) You're just in denial. We're about an hour away from the hotel by the way, you better be on your way missy x

(08/02/2012 06:38) I'm about to leave. Dreading seeing you though x

(08/02/2012 06:39) You keep telling yourself that x

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(08/02/2012 06:40) Can't wait to see you! We're an hour away xx

(08/02/2012 06:41) Give your friends a smack in the back of their heads for me please, haven't even seen you yet and I'm getting bullied already x

(08/02/2012 06:42) Will do. I'm guessing Helders gets double? x

(08/02/2012 06:43) Atta boy, you're so smart x I'm on my way, see you soon Al! x

To say she was giddy on the drive to their hotel was an understatement. Ella had been bouncing on her seat, not even minding having to sit in the traffic for longer than she would've liked to, singing her favorite songs a little bit louder than usual, with a bright grin permanently on her face throughout the whole drive.

She found a spot in the parking lot of the hotel quite easily and with a skip in her step, she made her way through the big window doors and into the lobby. The guys were all distracted on their phones, so many people were walking around the hotel lobby that the echo of her steps was lost in between the pattern.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Arctic Monkeys." Ella's voice was playful, a smirk on her face as she saw them turn their heads in her direction.

The four of them pocketed their phones and yelled her name, a little bit too loud for the hotel staff's liking. Ella was enveloped in a group hug and she swore she could cry when it hit her then just how much she'd missed them the past six months.

"Missed you guys." She said once the group hug was done and she went around giving them all hugs.

Alex was the last one, kissing the top of her head before he let go, "Missed you too."

She was melting, having missed the singer more than she would ever admit but the moment was cut short when Matt said, "Couldn't live without us huh?" A big smirk on his face, his eyes as playful as ever.

"Matthew, I will leave you here." She looked at the drummer with a serious expression, that was broken when she saw his film camera hanging from his neck.

Matt threw his arms up in defeat, "Alright, alright. But you couldn't though." He added the last bit quickly and quietly.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, "If that helps you sleep at night."

After asking them if they were ready to go, and all of them nodding, she guided them to her car. It was big enough for all of them to fit comfortably so it didn't take them much time to get inside the vehicle and start driving. Alex was sitting on the passenger seat, while the rest took the backseats.

The little mirrorball was hanging from her rearview mirror with a tiny cowboy hat on top and it caught their attention. They all pointed at it with giggles whilst Alex could only think about how long it had been since the first time he saw it and how that day had been. Soon enough she turned on the car and started driving out of the parking lot.

Nick, who was in the middle, rested his arms on the front seats and looked around them all before saying, "Anyone want to share their last words before we get on the motorway?"

They all laughed hard, Ella looked through the rearview mirror at them and shook her head. She took her right hand and swatted at Nick's leg, leaving the steering wheel alone for a second which made Matt dramatically yell.

"Jesus Christ, I hate y'all." She sighed, placing her hand back where it was and focusing back on the road.

Jamie, who was sitting behind her, patted her arm. "Except you don't."

She opted to put her music on, letting the speakers drown the car with Ozzy Osbourne's voice. No one complained, which she was thankful for, they were just chatting over the music from time to time until they made it to Venice beach.

She took them walking through the Venice canals, the little suburb which was an American version of the Italian city. She had found it once while looking for a parking place when she was going to the beach with her friends, loving how quiet the place was and how pretty the scenery was. She had gone back multiple times to take pictures there, some of her favorite pictures were from the canals under the colors casted by the rising sun.

They had used the neighborhood as a backdrop to them walking around and catching up, them telling her tour anecdotes and how Nick's wedding plans were going, her telling them about the things they had been filming at Focus Creeps—which were now steering away from adverts and onto short films and artists trying to work with them after the Arctic Monkeys videos had been posted—and the shoots she'd been doing with Breana, which she promised Matt to show.

It was early, so the streets were rather empty, and it was February so it wasn't unbearably hot either.

Ella had her camera with her, constantly stopping to take pictures and it sent Alex back to Vegas. The way she would shiver despite having her jean jacket on sent him back to the day they had met. This time though, she would share her frames and exchange tips with Matt—he had her take pictures of certain places, she was helping him get the perfect shot—and Alex was melting inside. She was beyond adorable when her face lit up while sharing her passions.

After they gave the neighborhood a full walk-around, they went back to the car and she drove them over to the Old Los Angeles Zoo. The drive was long, over an hour, which was filled with her music and lots of chatter. She turned the volume down, the Talking Heads song fading to the background, so that she could give them a small preface of where it was that they were going.

"Okay so before you say anything about the LA Zoo signs, I'm actually taking you to the old abandoned one. It's very apocalyptic looking, but it has character."

Soon enough they were parking on the side of the road, and they could see an old rusty sign that read 'Picnic Area'. She guided them into the place, agile while scurrying and crouching down and through the stone ruins.

They were walking around and seeing every one of the forgotten cages, the lads getting inside of them and getting their pictures taken by Ella while they made weird faces or they tried to act like the animals they'd guess had lived in those cages.

Matt had trapped Ella into one of the cages, making her curse him through the metal bars as the band waved at her and faked leaving her behind. Alex taking a quick picture of her with his phone, she flipped him off and he smiled even harder.

Ella had gotten her payback when they were in a particularly claustrophobic cage that had a very steep staircase. Matt had been resting his palms against the graffitied walls at the top, as he slowly leaned his body forward to look down but he screeched when Ella had purposely nudged his hip and made his balance waver.

"You little–" The drummer had mumbled sternly before setting off to chase behind her, not hard to know where she went since she had run away giggling and they could still hear her.

Another thirty minutes of them messing about went by, before they were back in her car. She sighed as she settled in the driver's seat. Everyone shuffled into their seats but before she could start the engine, she had to make her mind up about where to take them next.

Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel as she looked through the rearview mirror at them. "Alright, so do you wanna go to the Hollywood sign or am I good to take you to the next place?"

They had already gone to the iconic landmark multiple times before so it wasn't hard for them to shrug and agree on moving onto the next place, which ended up being Los Feliz and they drove through the Shakespeare bridge on their way there, which she had pointed out enthusiastically.

Ella loved this part of the city of Los Angeles, she would visit it at least once a week to have some food at La Pergoletta and then go to the Los Feliz Theater which was just a couple blocks away. And that's exactly what they did. They sat at the Italian restaurant to have some early lunch—Ella giving them all recommendations of what they should get and fighting them to pay for the meal when the check arrived—, and then they went over to walk by the theater and the rest of Los Feliz Boulevard.

With their stomachs full and yet another roll of film gone, they went back to the car. Jamie walked ahead of the group as he claimed to remember exactly where they had parked, Nick and Matt talking as they followed closely behind, Alex and Ella on the very back of the group smoking.

"Are you excited to go on tour with us?" Alex inquired after he took a drag of his cigarette.

A puff of smoke left her lips, "I certainly am, though I can feel my back hurting already."

"Bunk beds are lovely, aren't they?" He looked at her with a playful smirk that made her chuckle.

"I bet you love going to the chiropractor." She sighed, exhaling the smoke and flicking some of the ashes to the floor.

"I've never been to one actually." the singer admitted after thinking for a second, trying to recount any visit to a chiropractor.

"Are you serious?" Ella asked with a gasp, and when he shook his head, she shrugged. "Well you should, it's the weirdest relief."

Alex thought about it but then frowned, "Doesn't the cracking noise freak you out?"

"Kind of? The first time he cracked my neck I fully thought I had died and was seeing the other side." She recalled, shuddering at the memory and the wind that had hit her.

He snorted, "That's exactly why I'll stick to massages, thanks very much."

"Are you gonna share your masseuse's number then?" She jokingly replied, but actually thinking of ways to alleviate her upcoming backache during the tour in the back of her mind.

Alex looked straight ahead towards his friends and pointed to the one in the front. "That would be Jamie actually, he knows his shit when it comes to a good back massage."

She hummed, looking at the man walking confidently ahead of the group. "Good to know." A few seconds of silence passed as they kept smoking and she thought of taking a picture of them, like that, in a mundane LA setting so she turned to the singer. "Alright Alex, c'mon go walk with them I wanna take a picture of y'all."

He nodded, smoking the last of his cigarette before tossing it to the pavement and stepping on it. "Tired of me, are you? The tour hasn't even started yet." He teased with a raised eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, smiling at his behavior. "Shut up, idiot."

He smirked back, before starting to walk faster ahead of her. "How do you want me then?"

"Just keep walking and turn around when I call you." Ella instructed with a point of her finger.

Alex nodded and complied, walking right behind Nick and Matt who nodded at him in acknowledgement but kept talking between themselves. He was waiting for her voice to call out to him, watching his feet move, the sound of every step he took hitting his ears as the city noise became more background noise than anything.

When he heard a soft "Al" being called, he turned around with a soft smile—a smile that she captured, with the perfect focus and he looked stunning so the thought just escaped her.

"Stunning." Her voice was soft as she rolled the film with the lever, sticking it back into its place right after. Turning the device off since she wasn't taking any more pictures, she let it hit her upper stomach and when she looked up, she was met with his gaze.

"Is that so?" Alex nudged her hip with his and Ella blushed.

"Yes but don't let it get to your head," her cheeks stayed warm as she tried to play it cool, "Or else I'll have to take it upon myself to keep you humble."

He hummed as he pursed his lips trying not to grin, "I'm sure you'd enjoy that."

"You're right, I truly would." She nudged him this time and he tripped on his feet making her laugh out loud, the lads turned around to see him stumble and joined in her laughter. "Told you I would." She added smugly.

Alex looked at her mesmerized, Ella was just so hypnotizing to him. With everything she did, what she said and how she looked, he couldn't help but stare. She flushed under his gaze and was saved by the bell when Jamie indeed found her car and she had to speed her walk to unlock it for them.

Once inside, she ignited the engine and clapped her hands, "The next place I'm taking you is probably one of my favorite places in the whole world, I spend hours here every time I go and it's beautiful so..." she ranted before turning her music on, Stevie Nicks' voice now drowning the vehicle as they moved through the streets and back onto the highway.

It took them less than thirty minutes to get to the place, which had felt way faster after Matt decided to tease her about being born in the wrong generation as her playlist was filled with 70s and early 80s songs rather than more modern music; she hadn't gotten a chance to even fight their argument because when Alex started skipping through the songs, their point was backed. Black Sabbath, Thin Lizzy, Talking Heads, The Cure, Pink Floyd, Bowie, Dolly Parton, Fleetwood Mac. Ella blushed as she slapped Alex's hand away from her phone, Bowie's voice lost in the background as everyone laughed.

When they stepped through the threshold of the bookstore, Ella's breath was taken from her by the views, as if she didn't frequent the place and she wasn't acquainted with the people who worked there.

Even Matt, who couldn't be arsed to be in a bookstore, was taken aback by the way the place looked. The way the books were arranged and the eccentric decor of each room was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was like a Disneyland themed room, but it was just a bookstore.

"Just wait until you see the book tunnel." Ella's voice was giddy, her smile growing as she stepped further inside, with them following closely behind.

And soon enough, while she gave them a tour of the place—saying "Hi!" to people working there who greeted her back and knew her name—, they were met with a room which had a tunnel against a wall, entirely made with books. Further ahead a wall with what had been arranged to look like flying books, that reminded them of Harry Potter.

After agreeing to spend half an hour there, since they had to be at the hotel in about two hours and she had to pick her stuff up and Breana to meet them back again, they separated to look through the endless selection of books the store offered.

Of course they had left Alex and Ella by themselves, but she was too entranced by the worn out spines on the shelves to see Matt winking at his best mate before leaving with Jamie and Nick.

"You know, I found an annotated original copy of Pride and Prejudice here the first time I came. It was titled 'Elizabeth Bennet' rather than Pride and Prejudice and I found out that that was the title of some copies when they first got here in 1832. Have been coming here since then." Her smile was soft at the memory, her eyes glimmering under the dull yellow lights.

He hummed, mirroring her gentle grin, "That must be worth a fortune."

"Oh definitely, but that book is not leaving me ever. If I don't get buried with it, then I will pass it down to my kids." She laughed at herself by the end, shaking her head at her thoughts and started walking to turn into another aisle.

He giggled with her, eyes wondering from her figure to the books. Some old, some new but all equally hypnotizing to her as she picked them out and inspected them.

"I'm sure they'll appreciate it."

"They better," Ella said absentmindedly as she put the book back in its place, "Or else I will haunt them."

Alex let out a breathy laugh as he reached for a book on the top shelf that had caught his eye. "You'd be the worst ghost, if they even exist."

She clicked her tongue, turning to look at him, book left forgotten in his hands as he met her gaze. "C'mon Turner, you need to have some faith or else I won't be able to haunt Helders for the rest of his life."

His smirk grew playful, "You'll make him miserable?"

She winked, "You know it."

Time flew by like it always did, purposely forcing the needles on the clock to spin faster when it knew Alex was with her, wind blowing the sand from the hourglass so they ran out of minutes when they were together. And as if they had been the embodiment of an alarm clock, the other three members of the group appeared, precisely on the dot of the time they had agreed on.

Back in the car, she sighed as she saw them all take in their assigned seats. "So how was it class? Did you like your road trip?"

Nick shrugged in the middle, his lips pressed to avoid smiling. "Eh. Could've been better."

And before Ella could retaliate, Matt added, "I'm pretty sure the driver tried to kill us a fair few times." to which Alex and Jamie agreed with "'Yeah, yeah."

She just rolled her eyes through the rear view mirror, and took advantage of having the singer next to her so she could smack the back of his head. "I can't stand any of you." She muttered as the engine hummed alive, making them all erupt in laughter at the way Alex had jumped in his seat.

The drive back to their hotel had grown amusing when 'Still Take You Home' came on, and she turned the volume up after saying with a massive smirk "See? How's that for modern music boys?"

She started singing along, copying Alex's accent and exaggerating it to an obnoxious extent but they were loving it. She made a full show, playing an imaginary guitar, getting cheered on by the lads and when the song was over she did a little curtsy with her eyes on the road.

Jamie patted Alex's shoulder, making him turn around and see a smirk on his friend's face. "Sorry Al, you're being replaced."

The singer only sighed, keeping up with the charade, "Just like that, huh?"

"Sorry mate." added Matt, a faux-comforting grasp of his shoulder as he apologized.

Ella grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "Sorry Al, but it's clear who's better if the decision was that easy." A frown on her face as she acted on putting a face that exuded fake pity.

He only shook his head, grabbing the phone. Unlocking it easily with a swipe on the screen and he searched through her music. "But do you know..." He trailed off as he pressed on the track. The quick drum pattern of 'Pretty Visitors' coming through the speakers and her pout faltered.

"Won't even try because I can barely understand what you say in it." Her cheeks tinted pink as the other three hollered in the back of the car.

"Looks like you're back mate." said Nick, backtracking their previous statement.

Alex smirked at Ella, who caught the sight of him for a quick second before turning back around to look at the road. "That's what I thought."

In an hour, she had dropped them off at the hotel so they could get ready before the tour bus got there later and picked them all up. She rushed home to pick up her suitcase—which she had forced herself to keep light and small—and then went over Breana's to get her.

The sun was setting as they talked, laughed and sang, driving down the highway and on their way back to the hotel. The closer the hotel's exit got, the more nervous she felt. Bre noticed, but she kept making jokes that made her loosen up. After all, nothing bad would happen; the worst could be that however she felt about Alex got nowhere and she'd stay silently crushing over a man out of her reach. And she somehow was okay with that, as long as she still could have him as a friend.

It was muscle memory that made her find a parking spot and turn off the engine of her car at the hotel. With a blink, she realized just how dangerous that had been, because she couldn't recall those last five minutes of the drive. The thought of him was dangerous.

The tiny wheels on their suitcases scratched down the pavement as they met the band at the hotel's main entrance. She had to quickly reach for Bre's suitcase when she let go of it to run into Matt's arms, catching it right before it hit the ground.

Jamie sighed, "Thanks Bre, we missed you too." Sarcasm so clear in his words, Matt chuckled and only held his girlfriend tighter.

Eventually, the lovebirds let go of each other and Breana could properly greet everyone. They all lit cigarettes up as they waited for the bus, which according to the text Alex had gotten, would be there in about fifteen minutes.

It was all laughter and chatter, a taste of what the upcoming week was going to be like, and Ella found it refreshing. Yes she loved her job, but there was something about driving down the west coast along with her friends, who happened to be musicians, enjoying their art and whatever the cities had to offer.

She wished she could go on tour more often already but since she knew this was gonna be the first and last time she'd get to go on one, she'd make the best out of the experience and enjoy every second of it.

A few minutes earlier than anticipated, the bus arrived. Tall black coach with dark windows that made her wonder if you could even look through them at all. She found that she could, after they all left their luggage where they had been instructed to place it and they walked up the steps and into the vehicle.

"Holy shit," Ella could barely keep her jaw from falling at the size of it, "It's bigger than the last one."

Matt walked up to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder and his other arm hugged Breana tighter to his side. "Had to upgrade since we're taking on two very special guests."

"Awh, I knew I was special to you." Ella cooed playfully before jabbing the drummer in his ribs.

He flinched and tried to get her back but she moved faster, "Don't go pushing your luck now, Ellie."

She giggled before she was swept away by Breana, who grabbed her hand and took her to the next few steps that led into the rest of the bus. There were far too many bunks for just the six of them but they looked bigger and more comfortable than the ones in the tour bus they had taken to Las Vegas so she wouldn't go complaining about anything. She was sure she could go without a hotel throughout the week, seeing that they had a perfectly sized bathroom inside as well, with a small shower and all.

Nick walked into the hallway, standing by the door that separated the bunks from the rest of the bus. "Yous can choose your beds first."

Bre turned to her with a playful smirk, shrugging her shoulders mischievously. "Chivalry is not dead I see..." the model trailed off, getting a hold of Ella's hand again to bring her back down the hallway.

And after leaving their coats on top of the beds they had chosen, which were facing each other, they went back down to the lounge area. The driver was at the bottom of the stairs telling them they'd be setting off in five minutes and made sure there was nothing else they were missing.

Five minutes after the confirmation that they were good to go, the bus started moving. They felt the change of rhythm as they got off onto the highway whilst they chatted, scattered around the settees in the lounge area.

"So Ella, are you ready for the groupie lifestyle?" Matt's voice was teasing, a slight pitch higher as the anticipation of her reaction bubbled inside of him. Breana giggled against her boyfriend's side which she was pressed against.

As per usual, Ella was starting to blush. Her cheeks tinted a faint pink as her lips pursed, "Groupie? That's a big commitment."

"Well I know a few people that would love to come to an agreement with you." The drummer let his eyes wander to his best friend who was about to break his jaw with how hard he was clenching it.

Ella knew exactly who Matt was staring at so her cheeks turned a very obvious red now, even the tips of her ears matching the color on her face.

She sighed, letting her head drop just a little bit for a few seconds before looking to her left and staring at the other three musicians. "How long is this tour again?"

Matt snorted, Breana laughing just as hard as Nick was. "Eight days." Jamie ended up replying, holding back laughter.

Her eyes were still on the rest of the band and she gave them a pitiful shake of her head, "Can't believe you can stand months of this one on the road. I'd pull all of my hair out."

Alex agreed with her then, "I'm fairly close to that point every tour."

"Sure mate, I'd pay to see you bald." Dared the drummer to which he only received an eye roll and a lovely middle finger from the singer.

Ella could only think how unforgettable those eight days were going to be.

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Ella had been right.

She had it all imprinted in her mind.

Every kiss to her cheek followed by a 'good morning', an arm snaking around her waist giving it a firm squeeze before letting go and leaving her breathless.

Every time an arm came around her shoulders and rubbed her arm up and down when she was shivering because of the strong winds outside the venues as the sky turned from lilac and orange to a velvety blue.

Every whiskey glass turned into a slurred 'you look stunning, darling', that somehow always led to shared cigarettes outside bars and his giggles in her ear as he leaned into her every time she'd make him laugh.

Every picture she had taken of their views and their surroundings, that turned into a plea to take a picture of her with whatever it was in her previous shot as a background.

Every late night chat they had as they were always the last ones to go to bed. It be on the tour bus' lounge or a hotel bar, the walls of these places being confidants to everything they'd shared: stories from their childhoods, a movie they never really got over, a hobby they always wanted to get into but never could, their already gone dreams that would forever stay as that, the intricacies of existence they'd come to terms with never really understanding.

She was sure she had never blushed more in her life compared to how she had been in the past five days. Her cheeks were sore from grinning after everything Alex did, whatever little things he'd say to her.

They had grown closer, always next to each other. Their behavior had earned them plenty of eye rolls from the rest of the band, but they didn't truly care anymore.

That Tuesday she had woken up with a groan. They had been in Vegas the day before and, whilst their stay had been shorter and tamer than the last time they had been in the city, they still had had plenty to drink. A headache was all she felt, softer than she would've expected and she found a bit of hope in the fact that she could nurse it with a couple of painkillers.

Her phone screen flashed in front of her, a notification from the weather app telling her it would be a sunny but windy day in San Diego. Eyes going up to the time, nine in the morning and she took a deep breath but it got stuck in her throat when she realized the date. Fucking Valentine's Day.

Ella had grown to have good memories of the holiday, but they had all been tarnished by people's decisions and time. She didn't care much for it anymore, or she forced herself not to. Now all she could think was how she would hate the decision of having Breana sleep just across from her, she'd have to sleep blasting music in order not to hear anything. It had already worked for her the days before, so she would hold on tight to her earphones and her playlists to drown out whatever the lovebirds would get up to that night.

She shivered just thinking about it.

Slowly pushing the curtain aside, Ella slid out of the bunk. Landing with a thud on the floor, before she walked out to the lounge to make herself a cup of coffee on the fancy Keurig the tour bus had.

Nick had kept his promise of asking for loads of it. It had been an exaggerated amount but it was of a really really nice kind so she wouldn't complain.

Surprisingly everyone rose up not long after her, she thought it was probably the coffee's smell that had guided them out of bed and into the lounge. First came Jamie, who stood beside her, leaning against the makeshift kitchen counter as they sipped on their coffees.

Nick and Breana followed, the girl claiming Matt was still asleep but they'd be going out when he woke up, which meant the other four of the group were gonna be left alone without the lovers.

She had been teasing Breana along with Nick and Jamie—laughing as they managed to make the model blush and hide behind her hands—when Alex came out looking freshly changed, wearing a plain white shirt with a leather jacket, dark jeans and his usual chelsea boots. Gold chain around his neck and she had to pinch herself to stop her mind going places.

He took her breath away and it was shown in the way her exhale pushed the steam of her second coffee cup forwards.

"Morning everyone." The singer greeted in a low voice, morning's effect still over it as it sounded husky and slightly raspy.

They all said morning back, Ella turning around to pour him a mug of coffee. A spoonful and a half of sugar, the way she now knew he liked his coffee.

When she held it up for him to take he got closer, pressing a kiss to her cheek and whispering "Thank you, Ellie."

He took a long sip of the beverage before he cleared his throat, "You should get ready, we're going out in a little bit."

She frowned, cup slowly leaving her lips. "But–" she turned to Jamie then, who was still standing beside her, "Didn't we not have plans?"

Jamie smirked, looking from Ella to Alex, "We didn't."

"Just us, you deserve a break from these two idiots." He tried to downplay it, not wanting to say he was taking her on a date but he was.

Her hand was still frozen, the cup of coffee midair as she slowly broke out of her shocked state. "Alright..." she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper.

Nick got up, taking the mug from her hand. "Go on, I'll wash this for you."

Breathlessly she replied, "Thank you," before she, in panic, looked at Breana who had the biggest grin on her face.

The model jumped up onto her feet and ran away into the bunk beds with Ella's hand tightly clutched. They moved onto the empty bunk area, and closed the door behind them to not wake Matt up.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Breana whisper-yelled and it only made her more nervous.

Ella waved her hands to calm her down, "Stop! Stop!" She shouted back in a whisper.

Bre sighed, "He's totally asked you on a date."

"No he hasn't, it's just– We're just going out." Ella fought back, stuttering as she made her point.

"Going out. On a date." The model stated in a tone that said it was obvious.

"Fuck." She swore under her breath and Breana shrieked. "Shush! I don't want to get my hopes up."

The admission made Bre stop in her place, she grabbed Ella's arms and squeezed affectionately, "Everything will be okay, alright? Whatever happens, it will be a good day and you'll remember it as such."

She inhaled and exhaled, twice, long deep breaths to calm her down but they did nothing really. She needed a cigarette, desperately, but she needed to get ready first. "What do I even wear?! I have nothing date-appropriate to wear."

"Lucky you have me, babe." Breana wasted no time before she crouched down to pull her case towards herself, unzipping it and showing a mess of fabrics.

Ten minutes later, after she had been pushed into the bathroom to get ready and then change into the clothes Breana and her had chosen, she was putting some mascara on. Breana pushed one of her lip glosses into the pocket of the cheetah print coat she had lent Ella.

The coat had been decided into the outfit after Ella claimed she'd get too cold without one as she was just wearing a satin top, that looked like the top half of a slip-on dress, and her high waisted blue jeans. She fished her packet of Marlboro reds and her lighter after spraying some perfume on the way out, her camera already hanging on her shoulder and her phone in the back pocket of her jeans.

Her boots clicked as she walked down the few steps that led into the lounge. And Alex swallowed hard when she fully came in view. He didn't have it in him to feel shy or embarrassed to be heard by his mates when he went over to her, clutched her hand and told her, "You look beautiful, Ellie." followed by a kiss on her cheek.

His lips burned on the already heated skin of her cheeks. She just had it in her to say back a quiet, "Thank you, Al. So do you."

He quickly said goodbye to everyone before they could say anything, and he thanked his lucky stars that Matt wasn't there or else she would've shied away from it all with his teasing. She said bye too, quietly as the nerves bit away at her slowly with every step they took in direction to the bus door.

Once outside he decided to tease her, joke around to have her loosen up because he could feel just how stiff and nervous she was. "Beautiful am I then?"

She chuckled, blushing again. "Shut up." she replied with her head down, her voice directed at the floor. "Where are we going anyway?" She put a strand of hair behind her ear as she inquired.

Alex smiled softly at her, "We're renting a car and I'm taking you to this place I've always wanted to go but never had the chance to."

"Mysterious." She let her words hang in the air as they walked, she had no idea where they were going and that made her more nervous yet she was growing giddy too. The bus had stopped at the venue, so they took an exit through a door all the way around, where the fans weren't queuing up for later.

Just like he had been saying, there was a car rental place a few blocks away and it wasn't long before they were driving down San Diego's coast. About twenty minutes later, when she had asked many times where they were going and he was not telling her, Ella was able to see the outline of a rollercoaster beside the sea and it made her gasp.

"Are we going to Belmont Park?!" Her pitch was high as she couldn't contain her excitement, and Alex grinned hard when he took a quick glance at her and saw her practically beaming.

He hummed like he didn't want to let a pathetic happy squeal, "We are."

She couldn't stay still and she was aware that she probably looked like a child but she had always wanted to come to this place, and she was fairly sure she had mentioned it to him when they found themselves chatting over a few drinks at the bar of the hotel they had stayed in when they were in San Francisco.

It came back faintly to her mind then. Alex had mentioned that San Diego was the last place before they would drive back up to Los Angeles and Ella had gone on an alcohol-induced rant about how she'd been dying to go to Belmont Park but the few times she had gone down to San Diego, no one had wanted to go with her or something happened that kept her from going.

Her insides filled with a feeling she had been trying to ignore for the past few days, just thinking about how he had remembered all that when she had almost forgotten even mentioning it in between the cocktails.

Alex rolled the windows down, wind blowing their hair around. Not even her hair on her face could hide her grin and it only got bigger as they parked and got to the ticket booth.

The place was less crowded than she expected it to be, with kids back in school and it being winter, so they were walking freely and enjoying the controlled noise from the people already there.

The orange wristbands they had gotten allowed them to go on any ride they wanted so they went walking around the place, drinking in everything they could do throughout the day and seeing what caught their eyes first.

"We're definitely saving the roller coaster for last." She pointed out, her ears filling with the yells of people on the ride's trains as they came down the big slope.

He nodded, "Yep, but we're going in the first row." He was wearing dark sunglasses but she could see his teasing gaze behind them.

She smirked at him, "Okay, deal." putting her hand out for him to shake and that he did, firmly and matching her smirk.

A few minutes later they had found a mini golf course, safari themed that they deemed the best way to start the day. They picked up their score card, a pencil, their balls and putters and off they went into the course.

Ella turned to him as they approached the first hole, "Don't laugh at me," her finger threatening as it pointed straight at her face. "My dad tried to get me into golfing but I've always been shit at it."

His lips pressed hard against each other, trying to hide his smile. "Sure. Promise I won't laugh."

But when she hit the ball first and it awkwardly landed in the furthest spot from the hole, completely missing it by a foot, he snorted and she huffed as she turned around. "You said you wouldn't laugh!"

Her pout tugged at his heart strings, "Sorry darling," he pressed a kiss to her temple before placing his ball on the tee, "But you really are bad."

"I know." She whined, a soft chuckle leaving her lips seeing how far her ball was and how funny she found her own lack of golfing skills. Jesus, that's fucking embarrassing, she thought.

Ella didn't mind keeping the score, she was just a little embarrassed by the end when Alex won by having half her points. She blushed when he asked who had won, only wanting to tease her because he knew it was him.

Alex had compensated it by getting her ice cream, which they were eating away blissfully as they walked around.

The wind kept blowing her hair around, making her curse as she tried to keep it away from the ice cream. He stopped and handed her his cup, she was confused until he stood behind her and brushed her hair back to then start braiding it.

Her face was heating up, as she stared ahead of her, feeling his fingers on her hair. "What are you doing?" The words were so soft they almost sounded weak.

"A plait, so your hair doesn't blow on your face." Alex responded just as softly, his breath hitting the back of her neck. He could see the goosebumps erupting on her skin so he smirked, purposely brushing his finger against her neck soothingly.

He didn't take long to finish it, tying it with an elastic she had on her wrist. He squeezed her shoulders to indicate he was done and she turned around on her heels, "Thanks, Al."

"No worries." He smiled, getting his ice cream back from her.

"Where did you learn how to braid? I'm curious now."

Alex chuckled at her eyes clearly showing her curiosity. "I used to have long hair y'know."

She paused, "Wait– like long long? Longer than when we met?"

He nodded, "Way longer."

"Oh I'm gonna have a good time on google later." Ella elbowed him softly to tease him, cheeky smile breaking out despite the spoon between her teeth.

He rolled his eyes in faux annoyance, "Sure you will. Will have a good time chatting shit with Matt too, I bet."

She beamed and joked, "You know me so well."

Ella kept on walking then to taunt him some more, leaving him to keep up with her as her strides got faster. She got a playful shove when he caught up beside her which ended in her laughing.

Teenagers were running around with their friends, laughter came from all around the place, the sun was shining bright behind the clouds that stubbornly chased the star around. It was all perfect and it only got better as the day went by.

They had gone on the bumper cars twice, the drop tower, the beach blaster—which had gotten them so dizzy they ended up riding the carrousel afterwards, earning frowns from certain parents who were holding their toddlers up on the horses—, the go karts, the fun house and even a laser maze.

It was around lunch time when they were walking past a line of stands filled with food you could only find at a fair. Sweetness bold in the air, making their mouths water.

"What's that? Smells very nice." asked Alex when they passed a funnel cake kiosk.

Ella stopped in her tracks, grabbing his wrist to drag him to the back of the short line. "Funnel cake and we're getting some," she fished for her card to keep it in hand and pay before he could, like he had done all day. "Have you ever tried it?"

He hadn't even heard of the term before, "No, is it good?"

She sighed in delight just thinking about it, "It tastes like heaven."

Ten minutes later they were sitting on a little wooden table with two funnel cakes—that she proudly and quickly paid for—sitting on top of it. One had whipped cream and caramel drizzled all over, while the other had a scoop of vanilla ice cream, chopped strawberries and chocolate fudge.

"This is like asking for a diabetic coma." The singer joked, watching the dessert filling the plates.

She smiled at that, "Welcome to America baby," she quipped back with a playful tone on her voice.

The phrase came out of her mouth without her even having time to realize the pet name, but she played off her flushing cheeks as excitement as she moved one of the plates towards him and pulled the other in front of her.

Plastic forks dug into the fried batter and, just as Ella had described, it tasted amazing. She made him take bites out of hers, claiming he had to try it or else he'd regret it, so he did and she watched him take it in as she wiped some caramel from the corner of her mouth.

Alex savored the bite, thinking about how if he kissed her, she'd taste just as sweet and just that thought made his mouth water even more.

She had been taking pictures, and he thought about how he'd never grow tired of seeing her like that: so adamant on catching the perfect shot, sometimes slightly crouching down or standing on her tippy toes, nose scrunching as she closed one of her eyes to focus the frame, finger so delicate yet precise when pressing the shutter and that beaming grin after capturing it.

The same grin she was giving him now after she had taken a picture of him and the funnel cakes, the rest of the attendees so oblivious to her heart swelling up at his soft smile and the way his eyes crinkled.

Once they finished their food, they stood up and kept on walking until they stumbled on a photobooth on the left side of the boardwalk. He paid before she could notice, and when they were sitting on the flat red leather seat, she awkwardly smiled at the screen.

There was a five second countdown that made her internally freak out until she settled on just smiling, eyes closed from how big it was and he copied it as he also faced the camera.

Once the shutter sound went off she sighed, "I have no idea what to do, I'm usually the photographer!"

He chuckled and threw his arm around her shoulder to hug her into him, cheek pressed against her temple making her giggle. The sound of her bubbly laughter was interrupted by the shutter and she couldn't wait to see how that one had turned out.

She let out a small shriek, desperately trying to think of something to do. "Okay Mr. Rockstar, rock on." Ella said quickly before doing the rock 'n' roll sign with her right hand, tongue sticking out to the camera. He mirrored her actions, both of them bursting out with laughter right after. "Sorry I panicked, didn't know what to do."

Alex just shook his head and she scrunched up her nose looking at his blissed expression. "You're something else." He said almost breathlessly, getting lost in her pretty eyes.

"Is that a compliment?" Her voice was shy as her cheeks tinted pink for the hundredth time in the day.

He smirked, "Definitely."

And with that the shutter went off capturing the last picture. When they came out of the booth and saw the freshly printed pictures, they laughed. They laughed to hide how the strip of photos actually made them feel, her skin erupted in goosebumps at the sight of the last one: both of them just smiling wide at each other, eyes staring into the other's like nothing else mattered.

He held the little sleeve in which the two strips were now saved, and delicately placed it on the pocket inside of his jacket, so ironically over his heart.

Not long after, they were on the line for the roller coaster which they had agreed would be their last ride before they went out to eat at this Mexican restaurant she loved that wasn't too far away.

She had always hated the long queues at amusement parks, the wait making her body catch onto just how sore her feet were or how her back begged for a resting place but it was easy with Alex. They would get caught in conversations so quickly, effortlessly flowing through topics and stories, making the forty minutes of wait seem shorter.

He had asked for them to be seated in the front row, having to wait for five more minutes before they got the instruction to sit and when they did she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans.

"Are you nervous?" Alex asked, half teasing and half worried.

Ella cleared her throat to begin explaining, "I love roller coasters but hate heights. Just a walking contradiction I am."

He squeezed her thigh to then pull on the black bar set firmly atop of their hips, "Don't worry, this won't budge."

And before she could nod the trains started moving and her eyes widened, a chesty laugh falling from his lips at her reaction. A few seconds later they were in complete darkness and then the light of day could be seen at the end of the tunnel.

Once the light hit them again, the trains started going up and she turned to him in warning. "Just so you know, I tend to laugh like a maniac when I'm scared on a ride."

"Very excited to see that." Alex was teasing her but not quite, he actually wanted to hear every version of her laugh.

Ella could see the drop coming up and suddenly she remembered the lack of protection her top provided, words spilling out of her mouth with no filter as the anticipation built up. "My fucking tits are gonna fall off this top!" She shouted through her teeth, just loud enough for only them both to hear.

In comparison, his laugh was loud, "Well I wouldn't mind seeing that either."

She scoffed, one hand on the bar on top of them and the other holding the fabric of her strappy top to her exposed chest. "Of course you wouldn't you cheeky– Fuck!"

The car dipped faster than she expected and she closed her eyes for a second after her curse flew out into the wind. He was laughing beside her, making her laugh with him and as the trains went up and down, a funny feeling on her stomach made her giggle away uncontrollably.

The ride ended after a brief minute of ups, downs and tilts to the sides, and as they came to a stop at the loading bay of the attraction, Alex turned to ask her, "You wanna go again?"

In all honesty, he didn't want to make another almost-hour-long line but the whole time he had been looking at her and hearing her in the ride, and he selfishly wanted to experience it all again.

"If the line wasn't as long, then I'd say yes. But maybe next time yeah?" Ella replied, patting his cheek before the worker lifted the security bar and they got out.

They had laughed at her reaction on the way back to the car, the sunset creeping on behind them. She gasped at the colors in the sky as she opened the car door so she stopped to take a picture before getting inside.

"Got it?" The singer asked softly with a small smile on his face.

"Mhm." She nodded, shy smile reciprocating his.

And then they drove as she sang to the songs from her phone. Smirking when 'Suck It And See' came on shuffle, "Oh what a lovely coincidence, isn't it Turner?" she had said before singing along to his voice booming through the speakers.

He had only shook his head as he looked at the road but whenever he turned to see her singing to her heart's content, with the pink and lilac casted behind her as the sun fell slowly to kiss the horizon, he took a mental picture of it all. Not because of nature's wonders but of her, in all her glory, she was far more captivating than any of the most stunning skies he had ever seen.

"A picture would last you longer, Turner." Ella played, feeling his burning gaze as she scrolled through her music on her phone.

His cheeks heated slightly from being caught, "It would. Quite gutted I'm driving right now."

She blushed but leaned into the console to get closer to him and kissed his cheek, "Your memory better do then."

When they stopped at the restaurant, she came out of the car with a bounce on her step. "Oh thank god! I was starving." she admitted, holding his hand as she rushed them into the place. When the tune of the bell greeted them inside, two heads turned and were quick to say 'hello' and sit them down.

"Alright so," she started, clasping her hands in front of her on top of the table, "My guilty pleasure is Mexican coke and I'm just so lucky that we always have it here in the south so we're getting some first. It's so much better than the American one, far sweeter."

He hummed at her, thinking back to remember if he'd ever had Mexican coke but barely even remembering the last instance he'd had a can of regular coke. So when someone came back to take their orders, the first thing she asked for was two bottles of Mexican coke along with carne asada tacos and chips with guacamole.

They ended up ordering another pair of Cokes to wash down the food. She desperately wanted one to nurse the numbness the hot chili sauce had left on her mouth and when the two new bottles were left on the table, she thanked the waitress and quickly enclosed her fingers around one of them.

Condensation dripped down her palm and wrist, as her swollen red lips found purchase around the tip of the bottle. She took a long sip, her throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed the carbonated liquid. Alex suddenly wanted to be the bottle, to feel her lips on his in any way he could, to feel them around him. There was nothing he wouldn't do to be in the place of that damn bottle.

It was about an hour, the time they had spent at the restaurant. They paid—he did, despite her arguing with him about it—, and they were on their way back to the venue shortly after. When they got to the theater, they parked by the back entrance and ran inside seeing they only had fifteen minutes left before Alex had to be on stage.

He got waved over by one of the sound guys, telling him they needed him to check his in-ears before it was show time and he promised he'd be over soon, the man leaving after telling him where they were gonna be waiting for him.

She blushed at the tension in the air, she felt it so thick over her like the humidity after a hot summer rainfall. So shyly she held his hand, rubbing her thumb on the back of it. "Thank you for today." her tone was so timid, it made his need to kiss her shyness away even bigger.

He gave her a soft smile, so genuine that it melted her. "I should be the one thanking you, darling. Had the best day."

Someone in the distance shouted his name, and she could've bet money on it being none other than Matt 'Cockblocker' Helders. But before the drummer could've come to completely ruin the moment, she took it in her own hands to seal the day with a golden ribbon.

With a tinge of courage she started, "Well, happy Valentine's day Al." and before he could say it back, she was standing on her tippy toes and pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

For merely a few seconds he felt her plush pink lips on his, they were soft and hot, still a bit swollen from the hot sauce. They were seconds that felt like an eternity but way too short for his own liking. Just that moment felt like it had caused a domino effect that somehow provoked a new universe to be created in space, a new black hole to be born and suck everything around it.

She practically ran off before he could do anything else, following the signs that guided her towards the crowd where she knew Breana would be, like every other gig in the past days.

Matt yelled out his name once again but Alex was just standing in the middle of the hallway staring at the wall with the sensation of her lips still pressed against his.

"What the fuck are you doing just standing there like an absolute melt?" The drummer asked with a frown on his face, watching the clock ticking on the wall in front of him.

Alex sighed, wishing time would stop just so he could sit on the feeling and replay the moment over and over until it was permanently engraved in his mind, frame by frame. "Matt, would you just shut up?"

"What? Was the date bad or–?" Matt inquired, teasingly and ready to annoy his best mate.

The singer sighed and cut him off before he could continue with his taunting, "Shut up Matthew." To which the drummer frowned when he saw the big smile breaking out on Alex's face as he turned around.

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After the band got off stage, they all got back in the tour bus and when the lads had finished taking turns to shower, they suddenly decided it was a night worthy of some wine.

Four bottles of red wine later, Ella found herself giggling away as she rested her head on Alex's shoulder. Their cheeks were flushed due to the alcohol and she felt like she was about to start sweating but she couldn't find it in herself to peel away from his side.

Not that Alex wanted her to, that's why his arm was firmly stuck around her waist as he kept her cuddled into his side. He would pinch her side when she made a dig at him, and rub soothing circles on her stomach over the satin of her top when she would laugh or snuggle further into him.

It was nearly three in the morning when they all started to quiet down and he noticed how Ella seemed to have fallen asleep on his shoulder, face hidden on the crook of his neck.

He couldn't find it in himself to wake her up, that's why he stayed until the latest he could, watching everyone wave him goodnight before disappearing up the steps. Eventually, his eyes started closing as he felt the exhaustion catching up to him. He rubbed her arm, up and down until she started squirming under his touch.

"Darling, shall we go to bed now?"

She mumbled something, her lips brushing against the base of his throat, making him almost shiver.

"Should I carry you to bed?" He suggested, his fingers pinching her side softly as he continued, "Huh? Lazy."

She groaned, "I can walk Al. Just–" she paused to yawn behind her hand, "Gonna keep my eyes closed though, so just guide me yeah?"

He nodded, "Alright." So he did what she had asked, saying "Step, another step, last step." his hands around her waist as he walked behind her and guided her back into the bunk beds. When he slowly opened the door, he noticed Jamie and Nick inside their bunks, snoring away peacefully. Bre and Matt were nowhere to be found but he could bet they were on any of the other beds from the room that followed the one they all slept at. At least they are considerate today, he thought.

When they were in front of her bed, he brushed her hair back and away from her face. "We have arrived at your destination, darling."

She hummed slightly in annoyance as she now had to open her eyes to slide into her resting space. "Thank you," her eyes opened just a tiny bit, hissing at the light hitting her corneas. "Fuck, that's bright."

His chuckle made her smile, a loopy grin before she slid into her bunk. "You comfortable?" Alex asked as she slithered further inside the bunk.

She sighed content to finally be in bed, "Very much so," she poked her head out, squinting to see him and decided she was sleepy enough to not care about what she did anymore so she leaned into him to give him another kiss. A peck that ended up being delivered to the corner of his mouth but he wouldn't complain, not when her voice sounded so mellow when she said "Sweet dreams, Al."

And they were sweet dreams, the ones he had, as he fell asleep with the whole day playing on his mind in a never ending loop that he wasn't getting tired of, and the feeling of her lips on his haunting him.

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Ella woke up the next day with another headache and a long list of questions. The memories of the previous day helped lull the ache in her skull but it only added to every single one of her inquiries and worries. She had no idea if things would change or if it would stay all the same.

That was answered sooner than she expected when she went out to meet everyone after brushing her teeth. It seemed like it all was the same but different at the same time, because he still told her good morning followed by a kiss on her cheek but whatever she felt about the things he did before had grown exponentially, and it was like her stomach was flipping on its own over and over.

It happened throughout the whole day, her insides melting at every single embrace, the kisses on her cheek or her temple, the laughs in her ear. And Alex wasn't too far behind, feeling his insides coat with warmth when she would hug his waist every time he came beside her and threw an arm around her shoulders, the way she'd play with his fingers as she chatted with the guys, how she would brush his hair out of his face when the strands got in his eyes.

They had driven back to Los Angeles that morning, meaning they had arrived at the venue just in time for lunch and they weren't planning on doing anything else other than stay in the greenroom until showtime.

After their meal, the band had done a quick soundcheck before the show. Bre and Ella, cheering for them, playfully telling them they could do better and doing silly little dances that didn't match the songs at all.

Back in the greenroom, they had started drinking and playing truth or dare. Ella had rolled her eyes but agreed to participating, despite being nervous about what she'd be dared to do or say.

It was Nick's turn to choose someone and that person ended up being Ella. Her sigh was heard by the whole group, making them laugh.

"Ella, truth or dare?" The bassist's eyes indicated nothing but trouble.

She sipped on her margarita before choosing, "Truth."

Nick paused for a few seconds before he straightened up and smirked, "What was your worst sexual encounter?"

She blew the air out of her mouth dramatically, "You wanna know the worst worst one?"

Everyone nodded along with Nick, all curious to know.

"Okay, erm– Fuck, alright. Just be ready 'cause it's really bad." She started, putting her drink down on the closest table. "A little preface though, this was back when I was confused and seeing if I actually did like men or if I was just a lesbian so bear with me."

She cleared her throat before she could start and took a deep breath, "It was sophomore year in university, we were all in Florida for spring break and I took the chance to just... Y'know," her cheeks reddened at the thought of saying her motives to her friends, "Fuck around." she finished quietly and they all laughed making her face heat up even more.

"Anyway, so I found this guy at the beach who was really hot and he ended up buying me a drink and whatever. Long story short, he told me he had a room in this hotel across the street and we had both been pretty obvious about our intentions so we went up to his room." They all saw how she grew impossibly redder as she reminisced, "So we got down to it..."

Breana interrupted with a gasp, "He went down on you?"

Ella just shook her head, "I wish." The words left her lips before she could think about them and everyone chuckled at her bluntness. "We were just getting off for a while, you know, dry humping and whatnot until we got to bed." She sighed, grimacing at what was coming next. "We took our clothes off and all, he put a condom on after I asked him to and then he started going at it. Only that he never went inside me..." She trailed off, her voice rising in pitch as she got more embarrassed.

"He was on top and we were basically in missionary, but when he went to, erm– put it in, he just put it between my ass and the bed and started thrusting. Mind you, I wasn't making a single noise because I was genuinely confused while he was moaning like a mad man." She turned to grab her glass back up and take a swig of it, the tequila pushing her to finish the story. "He finished so quick and had the nerve to ask if I had finished, I just stood up, said 'no but probably the duvet did', put my shit back on and left him."

Jamie whistled, "Mental."

Matt had the deepest frown on his face, "How do you not notice it's not in?"

"He said something about that being the reason he doesn't wear condoms as I walked away." Ella shrugged, before taking another sip of her drink. "Thanks to him I almost entirely gave up on men."

Breana snickered then, "Oh, but do tell who gave you back hope."

"That's for you to find out if I choose truth in another turn." Ella winked at the model with rosy cheeks, bluffing as she definitely wasn't choosing truth then because one sex story was enough for the day.

Nick interrupted then, "Alright Ella, who are you choosing now?"

"Jamie." She decided after a few seconds of internal debate. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." The guitarist uttered, taking a sip of his own drink.

"I dare you to reenact for us your favorite position." She had a smirk on her face, wanting to tease the man just for the laugh.

"Can't do it alone though." Jamie argued just to see if that would get him out of the dare.

But to Jamie's dismay, she pointed at the man standing right beside him, "Well you've got Alex right there don't you?"

When Jamie dragged Alex to the settee and pulled him on top of him as he laid on it, the rest of the group started hollering, Matt wolf whistling as Alex hovered above Jamie's lap in a cowgirl position, swinging an imaginary laso above his head.

"I see the vision, Ella." Bre approved playfully between giggles which got her giggling too as she went to retrieve her polaroid camera.

She pointed at the two guys on the sofa and ordered them, "Stay there, I'm taking a picture of this." as she turned the device on, and ten seconds later the shutter had gone off and the picture was getting printed out.

Matt took the opportunity, seeing as Jamie got off the sofa leaving Alex sat there alone, to dare Ella to do the same using Alex as her partner. "Go on then Ella, it's your turn to show us yours."

"Says who? It's Jamie's turn to choose." She chatted back knowing exactly what Matt was trying to do.

But before she could continue, Jamie clocked onto what the drummer was doing and egged her on. "I choose you and you're doing that same dare."

She rolled her eyes, cheeks growing more flushed despite them being already pink from the alcohol. Her legs hit the sofa and she laid on it just like Jamie had done, only she pressed her feet on the settee but before she lifted her hips up, she grabbed Alex's hand and guided him on top of her.

He was about to tease her, about to say 'Oh so you like being on the bottom?' when she knocked the breath out of his lungs by saying, "Hop on, you be me." loud enough for everyone to hear and gasp in shock.

Once Alex was on top of her, she pushed his hands to be just above her shoulders so his chest was almost pressed against her and his collarbone was straight on top of her face. She lifted her hips up and pressed them on his ass for a quick second, winking at him before dropping back down.

Matt was quick to comment, with a heavy smirk on his face. "Oh she is dirty."

Nick followed, "Naughty!"

And Jamie topped it all off by asking, "How long have you been thinking about that one? You worked that out with Alex really quick."

She hid behind her hands, her palms feeling the growing heat on her whole face. "I'm never drinking with y'all ever again."

Everyone laughed away, even Alex but he did it in her ear as he dropped further into her fully sitting on her lap.

"Uncover your face for me darling." He ordered with such a raspy voice she wanted to squeeze her thighs together but she couldn't so she just did as he said. He smirked, pulling back a few inches to see her from that angle, all flustered and with her hair disheveled over the settee. What a stunning view.

"That's it." His eyes looked at her adoringly and she felt like she was melting onto the settee under his gaze, but Ella completely froze and burnt over at the same time when Alex whispered to her, "Good girl."

As if he hadn't just said that, he got up and walked over to get another cup of whiskey. She was left gathering her thoughts on the sofa, head all scrambled and her very human needs screaming at her to do something about the man.

She got up eventually, Breana winking at her as she walked past her and to the table which had the bottle of tequila. She needed a shot, or two. So she poured them and downed them instantly, needing herself to calm down.

After that moment, it felt like everything had gotten even more intense. Maybe it was the sexual tension suffocating them whilst they were in the same room and she wondered if their friends around them could feel it too.

Alex would come up behind her and hug her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he rubbed circles on the skin that showed in between her black dress pants and her shirt. Ella would relax in his arms, drowning in his scent as she indulged in the sweetness of his touch.

He would press kisses to her face before he went anywhere, brushing his fingers on her arm or her waist as he walked past. She would turn over her shoulder to see him and scrunch her nose at him before leaving a peck on his cheek that made a toothy grin break out on his face.

She was drinking it all in, knowing that the next day, when her coworkers from the crew came over to the venue for the gig and later on they moved to the place they'd film at, she would force herself to distance herself from Alex just to appear professional and not have everyone talking and asking questions.

That's why that night, she was in front of the barricade beside Breana recording every single bit of the gig that her phone allowed her. He had noticed, of course he had, since he spent most of the time on stage looking at her so he decided to tease her for a bit.

"You ready? You recording?" Alex asked into the mic with his eyes on her and everyone in the crowd looked to their left to see her.

Her eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights so she just lowered her phone down with her signature pink cheeks.

He wanted to coo at her, "No, no. Record this one, it's your favorite." The singer added before he put the mic back on its stand and started playing 'Teddy Picker'.

She had recorded it all and when she went back to see the videos before falling asleep, she found every glance he took at her forever captured, every point of his finger as he sang, every little dance of his that she knew where the one's she had made fun of him for. She had it all.

And just as she had predicted, the next and last day of the little tour had arrived, making her wake up melancholic. She savored every hug, every feel of his lips against her skin, every graze of his fingers on her body, before her bosses and coworkers got to the venue.

When the Focus Creep crew arrived, a few hours before the show, Alex instantly noticed the change in her behavior and he knew why that was, so he would respect it. He kept to stolen glances and fleeting touches, no constant kisses on her cheek or her temple, no hugging her every chance he got but definitely some embraces here and there.

The limited affection had already sparked questions and talks from her coworkers so he understood her position, which he had heard in echoes and passing comments, and on top of that was Ben who attentively was watching them and then smirking at Alex like he knew exactly what was happening.

Ella had decided to be a part of the crowd that night, standing almost in the middle of the crowd, about five rows from the barricade but she had a perfect view of the stage so she wasn't complaining. Some of her friends from work stood beside her and Breana did too, they all had a drink in hand, sipping absentmindedly as they waited for the show to start.

When they had all finished their drinks is when the band had gone on stage, causing the sea of people to push forward and make her stumble. He had found her in between all the faces fairly quickly, winking at her before greeting the audience and starting the gig.

She knew by then that the sixth song was always one he would sing looking at her since she loved it, so before they were due to start it she puckered up and blew a cheeky kiss to him when his eyes had landed on her.

He smiled before puckering up himself and blowing her multiple kisses. Bre shook her by her shoulders and shrieked in her ear very not subtly, making her wince inside but her smile couldn't be brighter and she couldn't care less if her work friends had seen, because she was incredibly happy.

She was sure by the end of the night she'd grow the courage to properly kiss him. Finally.

So with that goal set in her mind, she kept going about her night with a smile and a skip in her step. She had a beaming smile on her face even as she picked her blue clipboard and saw the massive list of things she had to make sure were in order for the shoot.

The location in which they were filming had only been ten minutes away, and they had come to it almost ready. There was a car which looked the exact same as the one on the Black Treacle music video and about twenty feet in front of it, by the end of a dirt trail, was a circular spinning platform that was homing a drum kit made to look exactly like Matt's on stage.

Around the place were tents in which Matt and Alex were being touched up to be ready for filming, and two tents down the row from the lads were the models getting their makeup done and changed into costume. Caroline and Arielle were the lovely models and Ella had just introduced herself to them before she got called away by one of the camera men.

When Ella went back to the tents to check up on the models, she walked past Alex and Arielle chatting away a few feet away from the tents and beside the big lights that were up around the site, soft smiles on both their faces as they dove into conversation. She felt a small pinch in her chest, one that she decided to ignore the best she could because Alex was a nice person, he was kind and welcoming and she had no reason to feel and react that way at the fact that he was only talking to someone else who she had heard was his friend.

Her feet took her to check up on Caroline who was almost ready, and Matt who was getting his hair fixed. She instructed both of them to go back into the filming area as soon as they were done so the filming could be started.

After that she left to go stand beside Nick, talking to him about random stuff like how long it usually took the crew to set up shoots like that or how Nick had been doing with the wedding planning as she'd heard him on the phone in the morning with Kelly.

When the four people who were gonna appear in the video were ready, Ella told them to follow her up to the directors. Ben and Aaron told them they would rehearse a few goes before properly filming the whole thing, since it was a single-shot video and it would be filmed by Alex and Matt at the start.

First went Alex and Matt, to get instructed exactly what they should do when they got in the car and how they got out, the musicians brainstorming the things they could do whilst they filmed themselves in the car.

As they went over and over again, for about six or seven times, Ella had been standing next to Arielle. They had been talking about lots of things: Arielle's modeling career, Ella's photography hobby, how Arielle had been auditioning for a few commercials and small acting gigs, how Ella had moved to LA and a year later landed a job with Ben and Aaron. The girls had gotten on fairly well, following each other on Instagram and laughing about the things Alex and Matt were doing in front of the camera.

After that, Ella got called over as the two brits got let off after almost half an hour. Matt had gotten off the car and gave her a smile, Alex side hugged her quickly before walking off with the drummer. She had smiled back at him when he let go but he missed it as his eyes were set on the model standing a few feet behind the PA, his smile being directed towards Arielle rather than her.

She had had to act cool, as if that minimal detail wasn't begging to claim her every thought, nodding as her bosses told her to stay close and annotate as they gave instructions to the crew on set.

Someone drove the car back down the dirt trail, Ben guiding the two cameramen on the angles he wanted to be captured and the setting on the light. Ella had helped move some of the lights, her eyes focused on Aaron as he moved his hands from side to side and sometimes rotating them.

Her eyes had slipped in Alex's direction a fair few times and she had noticed just how much closer Arielle and him looked, as they didn't leave each other's side even if she got called over by the makeup department or he was called over by Ben to ask if he was alright with that angle and the timing.

By the time she was done with the lights, Ella had gotten sent to check if the platform was spinning correctly, she pressed the button and as she heard it turn she also heard Alex's voice a tad louder than the creaks of the spinning object.

"So have you got a map?" He asked Arielle, his shoulder brushing the model's.

Arielle frowned with a smile on her face, "Of LA?" The singer nodded quickly, "No I don't, why?" she had asked back just as quickly.

"Just wanted one 'cause I keep getting lost in your eyes." Hiss tone was cheeky, and Arielle let out a bubbly laugh. Her perfect smile on full display as she nudged Alex's shoulder with hers.

"That was a nice one." Arielle had replied back, still smiling hard at him.

Ella had spun the platform back around by the time she had heard the end of the interaction and she rolled her eyes before walking back to the directors. She couldn't be annoyed though, she had no right to be, he was probably just being funny like he always was.

Breathe in, breathe out, she told herself.

As the directors went over to Nick to tell him exactly how he'd be sitting in the back between the two models, Matt came to stand beside Ella. Her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her as Arielle was still very much stuck beside the singer and he was leaning into her more and more making her laugh.

"Seems like you make a great matchmaker." lightheartedly joked the drummer, looking at the same thing she was.

She frowned, confused as she turned to Matt, "What do you mean?" Matt pointed at Alex and Arielle with a tilt of his chin and she frowned even deeper before adding, "It wasn't my decision to choose her."

It was Matt's turn to frown then, "Whose was it then?"

"Well I was told by your team she was selected by you because you already knew her."

Matt sighed, "We've seen her a couple times in artists sections in festivals, yes, but the only one who was a slight bit more of an acquaintance with her is Alex."

Ella hummed, "That answers the question then, doesn't it?" She finished up, a tight lip smile that was way too forced and Matt started to feel bad. It got worse when Arielle broke out in a very loud laugh that had Alex covering her mouth with his hand, fully hugging her as they swayed from her weak attempts to break from his hold.

Ella's heart was sinking, but she had to remind herself she had no leg to stand on to go and complain about his behavior, to be openly jealous about it because nothing serious had happened between her and Alex. At least not serious enough for him, if he was going around acting this way with Arielle after being so close with her the week before.

Ben called everyone to their places, meaning Ella saw Arielle and Alex separate for the first time in thirty minutes. She had no idea what to think anymore, the way he was acting with the model reminded her how he was with her and she hated it.

She tried to push it in her mind that he and Arielle were friends already, so maybe there was a trust to act that way with each other. She tried, but it did nothing to the way her guts twisted at the image of those two together like that.

They did one take but something had seemed off from the cameras, the settings seemed too different from the car to the outside shot so the directors got to fixing it up the quickest they could after they yelled cut.

Out of the corner of her eye she had caught Alex and Arielle leaving for the furthest tent and getting behind it, her giggles could be heard as they walked away from everyone and she slowly felt like she was going to be sick.

It took about ten minutes to get it all sorted out, Ben's voice called everyone up again to start filming again and everyone listened. Aaron called the models in first, giving them a second rundown of their duties and how they should get in frame. As the director talked, Alex had walked over to Ella and hugged her from behind like he had gotten used to throughout the tour.

Ella hadn't want anything more than that, as she had been deprived of his touch for a fair while since they had gotten to the set, but when she tried to relax into his chest and rest her head on his shoulder, she had smelt the model's perfume and it had make her freeze in her spot. Alex had felt her tense up but brushed it off, his mind too aware that he had the attention of two stunning women and it had gotten his ego boosted up a little too high.

She didn't reciprocate the embrace like before: only one of her hands on top of his, her back inches apart from his chest, her head not weighing down on his shoulder, no kisses on his cheek, no cheeky glances or nose scrunches. But he didn't really wonder about it since he was too busy staring at the other American girl that was dressed in costume right in front of him. A few seconds later, he got called over and he easily let go of Ella, leaving her with a faint squeeze of her waist.

She had noticed how enthusiastic he got every time he was able to get back beside the model, always a smirk on his face as he kept brushing shoulders with her or whispering things in her ear before he got in the car for each take.

Alex was looking amazing for the shoot as well, meaning Ella could see Arielle so painfully obvious checking Alex out and him doing the same to the model when she turned around.

It was probably the twelfth official take they had done, almost running off of the flares the models walked with to the drum kit as they kept repeating the video over and over. The new song that she had already learned the lyrics to, now completely engraved in her mind since they had it playing on loop with almost no breaks in between each play.

The question now replayed in her mind, bringing back memories. Are you mine? His gaze stuck on hers while singing the chorus. Are you mine? Her wink after she sang 'are you mine tomorrow? Or just mine tonight' that night at the very last gig, making his smirk grow and a tinge of blush show on his face. Are you mine? His eyes no longer on her now, but stuck on Arielle even when he had her in his arms. Are you mine? Ella just wanted to turn the song off to stop it all coming to the forefront of her mind.

They were about to start the thirteenth take, after the directors went over the last bit of footage the last take had given them, when she walked past the quiet place Arielle and Alex were cooped up in. It was near a corner, behind a line of four big lights and away enough from everyone from the crew. Ella had been walking around the site, the edges of it taking her straight behind them, and that's why she had heard them.

"I've got another question..." Alex had started with that tone that meant he was gonna say one of his cheesy flirt lines and Ella just had to stay and listen to what he'd say, she thought her head was cooler by then and she might find it funny but she had no idea what she was about to get. "How does it feel like being the most gorgeous girl in the room?"

Ella's blood ran cold then, the familiar words coming back to her like a bucket of ice cold water and as Arielle giggled and leaned into him touching his arm, she felt herself feeling faint.

She didn't even think about her following actions, as she scoffed much louder than she anticipated but still quiet enough for it to only be heard by her and the other two. Her feet took her faster than she was thinking, accidentally barging into Alex's shoulder as she made a beeline towards her bosses.

He whipped his head around so fast, forgetting about the model beside him and catching a glimpse of Ella's pale complexion. But his worry was brief as he turned back around to the model, who was now fully leaning into him to continue flirting with him. A smile broke out on his face, seeing Arielle's reaction.

Ella felt like those fifteen feet of walk had actually been a whole mile, her heart hammering in her chest as if trying to keep her up until she could finally break down. As soon as she got beside Ben, she tapped his shoulder. The man saw her worried face, the lack of color on it and he got preoccupied.

"Are you alright Ella?" Ben asked softly, his inquiry making Aaron pause what he was doing to check on their PA.

She sighed, feeling everything coming up her throat and wanting to leave her body. "I'm not feeling well guys, I– I, uhm, I think it would be better if I just go home."

Aaron nodded, they didn't have much left anyways and Ella was so dedicated to her job, they knew that if she was asking to leave, it was because of something serious. "Of course, you have a way to get home?"

She thought about her car, being parked at the hotel an hour away from home but she'd take a taxi. She didn't care anymore, she just didn't want to be there. "Yes, someone is coming to get me, don't worry."

And just like that they let her go. She practically ran to the Monkeys' tour bus to retrieve everything she had there, and she thanked the fact that Bre had to leave right after the show for having encouraged her to have her suitcase ready well before the gig.

Ella called a cab company and told them to pick her up at a McDonald's that was a block away. As she walked, she felt like she wanted to cry and it infuriated her even more. Because why would she cry? They weren't anything at all, a date didn't mean shit apparently and much less would the touches they shared.

She cursed herself for getting attached when she knew she shouldn't have. It all came back to who they were, even if he hadn't done what he had that night, by the end of it she'd be getting dropped off at her house and he'd be leaving to travel around the world. It would've never worked out.

When she remembered how she had strived to properly kiss him goodbye that night, before they parted ways once again, she allowed herself to let the tears fall. And she cried on the way back home, when she saw their photo booth pictures sticking out of the inside pocket of her purse.

She wanted to throw it away but she couldn't, that's what she did when somebody hurt her: cling onto every last beautiful thing they gave her even if the memory stung like a wound being sprayed with salt. She was half tempted to burn it as she lit the cigarette she had just placed between her lips before finding the pictures but when she flipped it, she found something written down.

'only the sweetest of dreams for you, miss tennessee xxxx'

It came over her how every sweet memory of him would taste bitter now, and how it would up until the moment she'd finally decide she was over it. And that's when it all started tasting more bitter, and then it turned sour and her sadness turned into anger.

The audacity he had had, to just drop her like a toy he had gotten bored of, and maybe he had had other intentions but seeing how shy she was and how he wasn't getting anywhere, he decided to change her the first chance he got.

And there it was, that feeling of being so easily replaceable dawning over her head like the darkest cloud in the sky that swore to bring the heaviest precipitation of the year. The heartache she had felt when she got cheated over by the one person she swore was the one, and it was insane to her how she could feel a similar way about someone she knew for so little doing her wrong too. But she couldn't downplay it either, not when it opened a wound back up that had taken so long to close.

In her head she was asking herself repeatedly, 'am I that easy to replace?' until each word lost its meaning but the feeling was still the same, if not worse.

She cried a little more when she got home, feeling the familiar walls like an embrace that she longed for. The tears were falling as she showered, slowly and without permission, making her wipe them with more force than necessary, leaving her cheeks red raw. But it had been slightly relieving to cry under the shower for she confused her tears with the water falling over her and it made her feel less pathetic.

By the time she was out of the shower and she slowly finished getting ready to sleep, the filming had been wrapped up. The crew were quick to pick everything up and load it into the production company's coach.

Matt walked over to Alex, who was too busy staring at Arielle's ass as she walked away to get out of costume that he didn't notice his presence until he cleared his throat.

"Y'Alright?" asked Matt, still confused about his friend's antics throughout the day.

Alex nodded with a tight lip smile, "You?"

"Wonderful." The drummer answered, a slight hint of irony in his voice that the singer decided to ignore.

The both of them had stayed quiet, watching the organized chaos going around. And it wasn't until Alex saw Ben with Ella's blue clipboard as he waved goodbye to them that he realized she was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Ella?" The singer seemed worried, it dawning on him then how he hadn't seen her since she barged into him.

Matt shrugged, "Dunno. She left running earlier and the driver said she got her case from the bus."

Alex's heart dropped, thinking about all the endless possibilities of something happening to her, "I'm gonna text her and see if she's okay."

"Well, she probably isn't after she's played cupid against herself." Matt sassily replied.

Alex frowned, "What do you mean?"

Matt sighed, almost annoyed at his best mate's lack of common sense, "Mate, there was something there between you two after Valentine's day, and tonight you've just gone and switched her for Arielle."

"No I haven't. Me and Arielle, that's just banter." He explained back like it was obvious.

The drummer didn't want to get deeper into the situation, he had already said what he had seen and all that was left was for his friend to realize so, "Whatever you say Al." was all he mustered before leaving him, going straight back to their tour bus.

Ten minutes Alex was left thinking, taking the first few minutes to text Ella and the rest to thoroughly think about what Matt had just said. He knew she must've heard him talking to Arielle and maybe it wasn't the best of things to listen to after everything that had happened during the past week but it was just lighthearted banter to him, a joke to keep them entertained during the filming process.

It was all a misunderstanding and he would tell her if that's what she had gotten upset over. Surely it has to be something else though, he thought.

(16/02/2012 23:13) Ellie, are you alright? Don't know what happened but I hope you're okay darling x

(16/02/2012 23:14) Matt said you left running and he saw you getting your stuff out of the tour bus, please let me know you're alright xx

(16/02/2012 23:15) We didn't even get to say goodbye properly but I hope to see you soon yeah? xx

(16/02/2012 23:17) As soon as you see this, please let me know you're okay xx

(16/02/2012 23:19) Maybe you're home and asleep already, if that's it then text me in the morning? Sweet dreams darling, see you soon xxx

Their drive to LAX had been going fine. They were relatively quiet in comparison to how they usually were but it was because they were tired: the days of tour, driving and walking around plus the late night filming had caught up to them. Alex was mixing his concern about Ella with his exhaustion making it even worse, the sways of the tour bus not helping with the headache he could feel brewing in the back of his skull.

Alex's thoughts were interrupted then by Matt laughing at his phone, the light of his device reflecting on his eyes.

(16/02/2012 23:32) Is everything good Ella? Saw you running to leave the set.

(16/02/2012 23:48) Everything is good Matt! Sorry for leaving like that and not saying bye, I was feeling kinda sick and I couldn't keep it together any longer. (Feel like a bitch for not saying goodbye knowing I'm not going to see you for god knows how long :()

(16/02/2012 23:48) Yeah probably not the best to have you projectile vomiting in the middle of our music video!! (You don't have to feel like one, you're one already xxxx)

(16/02/2012 23:49) You're the absolute worst...

(16/02/2012 23:49) HAHA love you Ellie!! Hope to see you very soon xx

(16/02/2012 23:49) Love you too dickhead. See you soon xx

Before Alex could complain about the unnecessary noise coming from Matt, he informed them all, "Ella's fine, she was just feeling ill." which made Alex snap his eyes open to look at him.

Jamie snorted then, cheekily suggesting, "Ask her if she's sure she isn't pregnant."

Leaning over Matt's shoulders, Nick and Jamie started laughing as the drummer's fingers started typing what the guitarist had said.

Alex frowned, not only at his friends acting like kids but at the fact that Ella had replied to Matt and not him. There wasn't a day she didn't reply to him within minutes if she was awake. He thought for a second then that he might've gotten a reply but hadn't noticed it, so to make sure he unlocked his phone.

But he hadn't expected what he saw, and he thought back to what Matt had said and just how bad of a confusion the end of the night had been when he was met with the proof that she had just plainly ignored him.

(16/02/2012 23:13) Ellie, are you alright? Don't know what happened but I hope you're okay darling x

(16/02/2012 23:14) Matt said you left running and he saw you getting your stuff out of the tour bus, please let me know you're alright xx

(16/02/2012 23:15) We didn't even get to say goodbye properly but I hope to see you soon yeah? xx

(16/02/2012 23:17) As soon as you see this, please let me know you're okay xx

(16/02/2012 23:19) Maybe you're home and asleep already, if that's it then text me in the morning? Sweet dreams darling, see you soon xxx

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A/N: Uh oh... Well now I don't even know if I should ask if you liked it hahaha, but I really hope you did. Shit only gets more interesting from here so I hope you lot are just as eager as me to see how it unfolds. Thanks a million for reading, I appreciate it so much!! I hope you have the best weekend and I'll see you April 7th for the next one xx

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[humunanunga]

I did something completely unnecessary and looked up ages and timelines for dreamland/isekai protagonists and liminal spaces. What you do with the following information will be for you to deal with now. (Because I feverishly looked all of this up between the span of last night and this morning, despite math not being my strong suit, there is a chance I took a few wrong notes here and there. If you catch any I missed, I’ll edit the op.)

In late 2020, presumably mid-December after everyone’s birthdays passed, Eustace and Jill (the Final Battle) would be 87, Fran Bow would be 76, Milo (the Phantom Tollbooth) would be 69-72, Jesse Aarons (the Bridge to Terabithia) would be 52-60, Sarah Willians would be 50-55 (depending on when between 1980 and 1986 The Labyrinth is set in), cinema Bastian B. Bux would be 52 (book Bastian would be 46), the surviving Stranger Things cast would all be 37 years older, Sunny (OMORI) would be 40-44, Calvin (Calvin and Hobbes) would be 41, Helena Campbell (Mirrormask) would be 30-34, Misfortune R.H. would’ve been 27, Coraline would be 22-30, Madotsuki could’ve been anywhere between 26 and 45 if she survived, assuming this was set in the year of the release date, Max (the Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl) would be 25, and if the same assumption as for Yume Nikki applies, Ib would be 17 (quoting exact years in an abstract alternate dimension is not exactly reliable), making Garry presumably between 26 and 37.

Clara Silberhaus (the Nutcracker) was a senior by the time Alice fell into Wonderland.

Dorothy Gale was the same age as Digory and Polly (the Magician’s Nephew). They would have been in their twenties when Peter Pan and his shadow met Wendy, who would be in her mid-to-late twenties when Christopher Robin played in the Hundred-Acre Wood. Christopher would have been 24 when Fran Bow was taken to Ithersta. (And while it could be written off as an easter egg, a younger alternate Fran was friends with an alternate Alice. Being a younger alternate, they could have both been born later than in the timeline of the player’s Fran.)

Christopher Robin was 29 when Narnia was rebuilt from scratch, Wendy was in her mid-to-late 30′s, and Dorothy, Digory and Polly were ~69 (nice).

Milo (the Phantom Tollbooth) and Jesse Aarons are 9-20 years apart depending on when in the 70′s Jess and Leslie’s stories are supposed to take place.

The main events of Stranger Things mainly take place in Hawkins, Indiana, starting in 1983-- or 1979 if you count the first time a gate was opened even temporarily. Project Async’s known operations ran between the late 1980′s and late 1990′s, and is implicated by association with the Loma Prieta earthquake to be based in California. Their first prototype was run in May 1982, a year before the first sustained opening into the Upside-Down. The events of EverymanHYBRID concluded in 2010.

The City of Light and Land of Shadows, the Hundred-Acre Wood, the Lands Beyond, Neverland, Wonderland and the Looking Glass, the beldam (in the book wherein Coraline did not take place in Oregon) and much of Narnia’s invitations all made contact with our world (or at least one variation thereof) through England, especially London. Whether pagan practice was all that stood between Brits and an outbreak of dimensional rifts before the christianization of Europe remains unknown. If all these events happened in the same universe, well, maybe that just happened to be the arrival point of that escape route The Web was working on. I, of course, am entertained by the idea of Jon the Archivist becoming Jon the Hunger in this absolute crossover singularity I’ve just propositioned.

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You Weren't There

pairing: Jamie x fem!reader summary: Jamie messed up, big time. Once he realizes what he's done, can he make it up to you? requested: yes! warnings: tears (a lot of them), mentions of anxiety but not any attacks, Jamie being a sweetheart & knowing he needs to make it better, a brief make out + 1 hickey, mention of Harry Styles bc he always cheers me up but y'all can picture whatever song you want wc: 8,474

“Love, I promise, once filming gets done, I’ll be at the showing! You know I’d never miss your beautiful work, angel.” He sounded serious because, well, he was. You had been over the moon with excitement for the past 3 months ever since you found out that you’d won a local art contest. The winners had their works shown in the largest gallery in the area, and it was a true dream for you to have others see the hard work you put into your paintings. Sure, the gallery wasn’t as large as MoMA or the MET, but thousands of people went daily to view the incredible art that was already there. Painting was a passion you had, and you didn’t bother trying to hide it. Everyone you knew either found out from you, from Jamie, or from the numerous photos you always shared. And thanks to the constant support and encouragement, you always felt confident with what you created.

“Filming gets over at 8pm, and it’s a 45 minute drive here, please be careful, Jamie!” You speak fast into the direction of your phone that’s currently on speaker as you finish putting your shoes on. Your eyes glance to your watch and see the bold numbers say ‘6:30pm’, and your heart skips a beat. “The showing starts in 30 minutes, baby. Even if you aren’t gonna be there until around 9, I know people are going to want to see you as well!” The words are spoken with an obvious tone of anxiousness as you picked up your purse and headed towards the door, your uber just pulling up as you walked outside.

“Like I said, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But the real art is you, and you need to get going! I’ll text you when I’m on my way, baby. I love you!” The words made you feel less anxious as you said your goodbyes to each other and got in the uber. Your heart was beating fast from both nervousness and excitement the closer you got to the gallery. You were still trying to process how you managed to win, despite so many other talented individuals being in the contest with you. Countless nights where Jamie had to nearly carry you away from your computer because you were refreshing your emails every 5 minutes to see if you’d been chosen as the winner. Suspense was never your friend, but the 2 weeks where you didn’t hear anything back from anyone? It was surprising that you hadn’t lost your mind at least once. 

The uber finally reached the gallery and you took several deep breaths after getting out of the car. Your thoughts were scattered, ‘what if no one actually likes my work?’, ‘no one's gonna know who I am.’, ‘is this really happening?’. But the one that was in the front of your mind, ‘I can’t wait for Jamie to see this, he’s been so excited for me.’. Before you started walking, you glanced at your watch and saw the numbers read ‘6:28pm’. It took a moment to hype yourself up before you made your way up the small staircase and pulled the door open, familiar faces already coming into view. Within seconds of walking inside, your close friends made their way towards you, congratulating you on your work. It was obvious that you were nervous, if Jamie were with you, you would be attached to him at the hip. He knew that you sometimes got nervous with crowds, and he didn’t mind speaking for you if he knew you weren’t up to it. 

You gradually made your way over to where your painting was, the golden frame around it making your heart skip a beat. A smile spread across your face as you noticed more people looking at it, a small crowd forming in front of you. Your eyes kept glancing at your phone, keeping an eye out for a text from Jamie. Every now and then you’d have people ask you questions about your work, which you gladly answered with more passion each time. Hearing others tell you how they interpret your work was also interesting, as there was obviously no right or wrong answer. The way that art makes everyone feel a different way, whether it be paintings, music, photography, or writing, it all makes everyone feel something, and you love it. 

You didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you checked your watch and the numbers read ‘9:30pm’. In a moment of panic, you check your phone thinking you missed a text from Jamie, and you felt your heart drop when there was nothing there. Just as you were about to text him to see if he was okay, one of your friends walked over and pulled you into a short hug, making your sudden anxiety go down a little. Another 30 minutes had passed without a word from him, and you felt like you could cry. The showing was over, and he hadn’t showed up, or even facetimed. Luckily, one of your friends drove you home, but the silence was deafening as you finally pulled into your driveway. Exchanging goodbyes and goodnights, you made your way inside, locking the door and leaning on it as you felt tears roll down your cheeks. 

Noise from inside your bedroom only made the small anger inside you grow as you slowly moved to the door. It was ajar, and you could see Jamie on the bed watching tv, not a care in the world as to where you were. You push the door open and his eyes meet yours for not even a second, making you step in front of the tv. He had the audacity to ask you to move, and you only scoffed, turning the tv off. The silence filled the room for what seemed like hours, and the single illuminated lamp that was next to him made his features more prominent, as much as you hated to admit in the moment. As much as you didn’t want him to say anything to you that might piss you off, you knew it was going to happen, and you wanted to see how deep of a hole he would dig himself.

“Love, why did you do that? The show was almost finished.” He sounded annoyed. As if you had interrupted something important to him. You could tell he didn’t know about the showing, and that he forgot to text you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. “Don’t just stand there, either move or turn the tv back on. Can’t just turn it off when you want attention, I gave you attention earlier.” His hand moved to the remote, but yours blocked the sensor so it wouldn’t work, resulting in an eye roll from him. “What’s the matter, broke a nail?” The question was complete sarcasm, and you hated it.

“What’s the matter?” You asked in a low voice, an angry voice. “Maybe the fact that I was at my art showing for 4 hours without you texting or calling once. Or the fact that you weren’t there to drive me home? I knew you had filming to do, but you promised you’d show up, and you didn’t. My friends were asking where you were, and I said you were busy, preoccupied. I had strangers keep me company because you weren’t there. So I'm mad, Jamie. Actually, that’s an understatement. I’m livid right now. I wanted my other half, my better half, my partner of 3 years to be by my side, and he wasn’t. Don’t you dare act like I’m the bad guy for turning off your show, when you didn’t show up for me like you promised. Or do you not remember our conversation from earlier? Because I do, and that only makes it hurt more.” Tears were streaming down your face as you spoke, and his eyes went more wide than you’d ever seen.

“Shit. Baby, I’m so, so, so sorry.” He jumped off the bed and ran to hug you, slightly picking you up off the floor as he held you close to him. “After filming the guys wanted to get drinks and-”

“Drinks?” You cut him off as you pushed him away from you, fire in your eyes. “You got drinks with the guys instead of being there for your own partner? How long were you out for?” Your brief interrogation caught him off guard, but by the look in his eyes, you didn’t want to know the answer. His mouth opened to speak but you put your hand up, immediately silencing him. “You went out and had a few too many drinks as I was trying to not get overwhelmed with the amount of people around me. You know how I am with crowds, Jamie, and you just didn’t bother showing up? Your buddies were more important than me? I can’t fucking believe this.” Your throat had that pain in it, the feeling when you’re about to start sobbing but feel the need to hold back until you’re alone.

“I promise I had every intention of going to your showing, my love. Time just sort of.. got away from me.” His hand cautiously reached up the side of your face, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. More than anything, you wanted to lean into his simple touch, to pull him into you and feel him mold against you like the two pieces of a puzzle you both were. But your anger was too strong, not even the warmth of his hand on your cheek was enough to settle the fire inside of you. You could tell he thought he was in the clear from how he was leaning closer to kiss you, and you let him believe he was allowed for a second before you placed a firm hand on his chest, effectively keeping him at arm's length.

“Time got away from you, huh?” You asked calmly, rubbing your thumb against the soft material of his shirt, before pressing your pointer finger to his chest. He nods his head with a smile so small you’d have to squint to see it. “Lost track of it for so long that you didn’t think to check the watch you still have on? Or any of the numerous clocks on the wall of the bar, or even have a friend tell you? I doubt that the guys were holding you hostage, keeping you away from me. In fact, you told me that they were happy for me and that they wanted photos from the showing. You think saying sorry is gonna fix this? That it’ll be forgiven after you kiss me longer than 5 seconds? No, Jamie, you messed up. I don’t know how you can fix this, but it’s your own mistake, you find a way.” He let out a groan as you had fully backed him into a wall, tears again streaming down your face.

This was the first time you had ever seen Jamie really speechless. Sure, there were a few times you kissed him that left him mesmerized, but you could tell he was genuinely upset at how badly he messed up. He let you walk away from him and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Nearly the second the lock clicked, you were sliding down the door as tears continued to roll down your now very flushed cheeks. You sloppily pried off your shoes, shoving them away as a throaty groan left you, a sudden burst of air flooding your lungs after not breathing for an unknown time. The choked sobs from the other side of the door made Jamie’s heart ache, especially since he knew he was the cause. He walked over to the door slowly, hoping that some way you might sense him and know how ashamed he felt.

There were no other thoughts in his mind other than how badly he wanted to wrap his arms around you. When you have your moments, the moments where you can’t stop yourself from crying, he’s always right next to you. Holding you contently, listening to you ramble about whatever has you upset, wiping your tears with his thumb, playing whatever show or movie you wanted to watch to try and keep your mind off whatever hell your day had been. After consoling you many times, he knew how long it sometimes took you to cool down, whether he was helping or not. Even if he was the cause, even if he couldn’t hold your shaking body while you sobbed, he’d kick himself if he didn’t wait for you to be okay. 

After not hearing anything for about 5 minutes, he thought it would make your night a tad bit easier if you had food to eat. You almost always asked him for a snack after a particularly emotional time, and he was never one to say no. It was always something simple; some crackers, half of a sandwich, fruit slices, he knew that something too heavy made your stomach hurt more after the tears. Sadly for you, a snack was the last thing on your mind. Your audible sobs had turned into silent cries, still very much happening and making your heart hurt more with each second. Did you want to forgive and forget this whole situation? More than anything. But you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him so easily with this, considering he knew how important this was for you.

Your eyes were puffy, nose bright red, and throat sore. Still, you knew your barely there hunger was more important than you sitting on the ground. With slight hesitation, you opened the door and nearly fell forward from sitting down, not that it would’ve made the situation much worse. It would take time for the dizziness and pressure on your head to fully go away, so you weren’t planning to move fast. No sounds were anywhere within range, and you almost wanted to start crying again. Jamie always stuck around to make sure you were okay, so why didn’t he this time? ‘Was he that annoyed with you?’ ‘Or did he go out to the bar again, wanting to get drunk over seeing you like this?’ The thoughts invaded your mind as you slowly made your way to your feet, leaning on your bed frame as you tried to steady yourself. 

Gradually making your way out of your room, you can’t ignore how your heart skips a beat when you see Jamie sitting on the couch. He doesn’t see you at first, only looking up from his phone when he notices movement from the corner of his eye. His heart breaks more when he sees your face, the faded makeup around your eyes from you wiping away tears, your lips dry from having to breathe through your mouth due to your nose being stuffy. Emotions were out of the question as he stood up from the couch and stepped over to you, pulling you into him. That caused more tears to come from you, these being more out of defeat than sadness.  A weak yelp came from you as you felt yourself being picked up and carried into the kitchen. Jamie sat you on the counter before going to the fridge and taking out the fruit slices he’d cut up earlier. You kept your face down so he wouldn’t see how bad you looked, even though you knew he didn’t care. Regardless how bad you thought you looked, he always thought you were the most angelic looking human to ever exist. His finger gently hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. There wasn’t an ounce of judgment or annoyance that you could see, and it made your heart flutter. He gave you a small smile before reaching to get a fruit slice, holding it out for you to take.

You didn’t realize how much you really needed something in your stomach until you tasted the sweetness of the fruit in your mouth. It wasn’t a big slice, just enough to make you want more. After having about 5 more slices, you nodded to Jamie, signaling you weren’t wanting anymore. He turned around to put the rest of it away, mumbling under his breath how proud he was of you for eating something despite maybe not wanting to. Not 5 seconds passed before he was back in front of you, rubbing a hand on your back to try and calm you more. There was barely any space between you both as he wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled you closer to him again. The faded scent of his cologne made you lean into him more, burying your face in his neck.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, huh? It’s getting late, don’t want you sleeping in your fancy stuff.” He whispers, and you nod. You’d forgotten that you were still in your outfit, being preoccupied with your emotions for the past few hours. As Jamie picked you up again, you glanced at the clock on the stove and sighed to yourself when you saw the numbers flash ‘11:25’. Had you really spent that much time crying? Sure, you had a completely valid reason, but you hadn’t seen the time at all since you had been home. You’re sat on the bed and Jamie helps you change clothes, saying loving words to you the whole time. 

Too tired to argue with him, you let him lay next to you and wrap his arms around you. You missed the feeling of him holding you, even if you were still mad at him. The more you cuddled with him, the more relaxed you were, and you knew this was what you needed after being a wreck earlier. Time seems to freeze as you focus on the sound of his heartbeat, curling up more into his side as your tired eyes shut. His lips gently kissing the top of your head and his hand softly rubbing your back were the last things you felt before falling asleep, along with a barely audible “I love you, my angel.”

-

The distant scent of vanilla slowly pulled you from your sleeping state, and you smiled to yourself when you still saw Jamie lying next to you. He was awake and on his computer, probably typing an email for work, but you didn’t care enough to ask. One of his hands was on the blanket that was covering you, just so you’d feel him close to you. You notice how dark your room is, the only lights being Jamie's laptop, a candle on his bedside table, and the hallway light that was visible under your bedroom door. Your hand came from under the blanket and grabbed his, squeezing it lightly to say you were awake. Instinctively, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss right above your knuckles. “Did you sleep well? Lit your favorite candle and turned the lights off, I know how sensitive you are to them after nights like the last one.” His voice was quiet as he turned his attention from his computer to you, not wanting to say the wrong thing but also not wanting to have too much noise right when you woke up. Your eyes meet his and the sapphire sparkles in the dim lighting, no doubt making you fall in love with him even more. A small grin comes on your face as you nod at his question, cuddling into his side more and resting your head on his chest again. “I really do want to apologize for last night, angel. You shouldn’t have gone through that, and I know it’s entirely my fault. My dumbass drank too much, not that it’s an excuse. Is there any possible way I can make this up to you?” He nearly stuttered over his words, and it made your heart ache.

“I’m not gonna lie and say it’s okay, because it isn’t. I was heartbroken when I didn’t see you, Jamie. Then to see you just lounging around and hear that you went out drinking instead? You knew about this for months, I watched you write it on the calendar, and you still made other plans. I don’t know how you’re gonna get back from this one, but I’m hoping you put in more effort than you did last night.” You roll out of bed, grabbing clothes before going inside the bathroom to change. Several deep breaths escape from you as you try to not think about how you were curled against the door just last night. Not needing to go anywhere, you put on the sweatpants and hoodie you grabbed, both smelling faintly of Jamie’s cologne. Your mind drifts off, thinking about how tightly he hugged you last night. His hugs made you feel so safe and protected. He made you feel whole, like you could do anything. When you first met him, you’d just recently come out of a somewhat long relationship. Sure, your now 3 years with Jamie wasn’t anything compared to your previous year and a half with your ex, but Jamie was the first partner you had that actually gave a shit. You knew this relationship would be different from the first week, after he surprised you with flowers just because he wanted to see you smile, or when he took the both of you on a much needed vacation and practically worshiped you the whole time. The first kiss you shared with him took your breath away, and you knew you were addicted to him. It felt like a drug, the way your love for him took over, and vice versa. Within 3 months of dating him, you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Pure magic is what it felt like on a daily basis, and your heart was full. Shuffling from your room pulls you from your thoughts as you open the bathroom door to see Jamie gone. A sigh leaves you while you walk into the kitchen and see a note on the countertop. “Making it up to you. I promise I’ll be back soon, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. I love you, my angel. - Jamie”. Even the simple gesture of the note was enough to make your heartbeat a little quicker. There wasn’t a second that went by where Jamie didn’t love you and care about you. You both had your weak times like every other relationship on the planet, but there was never any bad blood between you both. He made sure you knew how much he loved you, whether it was with the actual words or gestures, he wanted you to feel appreciated and loved the second you woke up and the second you went to bed. Time went slowly the whole day, and very few messages from Jamie came your way. The occasional ‘Be back soon’, ‘Missing your beautiful face’, ‘I love you so much, darling’, all to which you responded with ‘please be careful, miss and love you’. It wasn’t a busy day, chores were done and you didn’t have anything urgent to respond to. While you didn’t want to spend the day wondering what he was doing, there was nothing else grabbing your attention. TV was crap and you didn’t feel like going out, not that you would on a weekday. Every bar/outing area was probably full to capacity and you really weren’t in the mood to be squeezed like a sardine in between people that were too drunk or high (or both) to care about your well being. All you felt like doing was having a quiet time to yourself, and that’s exactly what you did.

You don’t remember dozing off, but suddenly you were being woken up by Jamie’s lips on your cheek and his hand on your side. His eyes meet yours as they open, that golden smile making your cheeks turn the slightest shade of red. The silence between you was comfortable as he helped you up from where you laid on the couch. He led you into the kitchen and lifted you onto the countertop, standing in front of you until there was no room left between the two of you. Once his hands found a home on your thighs, a passionate kiss was pressed to your lips. It was the kind of kiss that took your breath away, like how he kissed you for the first time. There was no hesitation as you deepened the kiss, combing your hands through his hair and tugging lightly, earning a groan from him.

The kiss never broke as he carried you from the kitchen to your bedroom, laying you down as he got on top of you. Your legs wrap around his waist to keep him where he is, and his focus changes from your lips to your neck. He finds your sweet spot within seconds and sucks a faint mark onto your skin. You let out a quiet gasp as he presses another kiss onto the sensitive skin of your neck before pulling away. There’s no time to mutter out a word before he gives one more deep kiss to your lips, making you want more. To your dismay, he moves from you completely, freeing himself from your legs and rolling over to your side. A quiet laugh escapes him when he sees your face form a pout, and he places a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose.

“That was a treat for both of us, I could tell you needed a little pick-me-up recently. It’s luckily still early in the day, so what do you say we spend some much needed time together? We can do whatever you want, and we’ll stay out until you want to come home.” He crossed his arms and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t badly annoyed, just upset at yourself for letting him affect you this much. To say you wanted him to kiss you again and make you feel like you were on cloud 9 was an understatement, but the reminder in the back of your head that he wasn’t there for you kept poking through. It was easy for you to forgive and forget when the time was right, he knew this from all the times your friends pissed you off as a joke. However, he also knew that the bigger the fuck up, the longer it took you to find the heart to forgive a person, and he was determined to wait for as long as he needed to.

“As lovely as that sounds, could it wait until tomorrow? I’d like to mentally prepare myself for whatever it is we do.” You don’t mean for the words to come out as quietly as they did, but you felt shy for some reason. The both of you were normally touchy feely with each other, hugs and kisses were a part of your daily language. Even though you were still rightfully pissed at him, you did want to spend a day with Jamie. Just the two of you enjoying each other's company, maybe having a few too many drinks, or just doing whatever Jamie had planned; if anything. Your last date night was so long ago, the only thing you remembered was how it ended, it made you blush every time you thought about it.

“Of course my love, there’s not much to prepare for, but take all the time you need.” His words eased some anxieties you had as you looked over at him and met his eyes, making you blush and bite your lip from feeling bashful. He traces a finger across your cheek before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You automatically lean into his touch and it makes both of you let out sighs of contentment. The moments where you could just be with each other, holding each other, whether you were talking or not, those were your favorite moments. Trying to find the space inside your heart to forgive him would eventually happen, but it wouldn’t happen so soon. Turning onto your side so your back was facing him, he knew he wasn’t in the clear, he only hoped that what he had planned would fix some of what he caused.

The rest of the day went as well as it could’ve gone, eating dinner with each other, the love never fading from the space. Jamie was being more flirty than normal, not that it was an issue. He tried following you into the bathroom for your shower, you only chuckled and kissed his cheek before closing the door in front of him. Certain phrases that he knew made you flustered were whispered in your ear when you were getting water, his arms wrapping around you from behind as you blushed from his words. Before you both fell asleep, Jamie pulled you closer to him and held you in place with his tattooed arm. You felt safe, protected from the outside world, you felt at home.

-

Your eyes fluttered open to a somewhat dark room, the sunlight peeking through the blinds and birds faintly chirping in the distance. Jamie’s arm was still draped over you, less tight than when you fell asleep, but still firmly keeping you in place. You lightly run your fingers across some of his tattoos, just admiring the beauty of the art on the human you were lucky enough to call yours. Gradually, your feather light touches pulled Jamie from his sleep, his own hand gently grabbing yours as he fully woke up. He ran his thumb over your knuckles, craning his head up just to the point where he’s able to press kisses from your wrist to your fingertips. 

“You ready to start the day, love? Can’t wait to see that beautiful face out and about. Check the closet, one of your friends sent their help picking your outfit when you were napping yesterday.” He presses a long kiss to your cheek before rolling out of bed, his morning voice echoing in your ears. Curiosity takes over as you kick the covers off and walk over to the doors, you didn’t know which friend came over, but they all definitely knew what your style was. The glance you gave to the mirror lasted longer than you thought it would after you changed clothes. Your hands gently went over the fabric and smoothed some of the wrinkles down to add the cherry on top. 

“Are you gonna be my date for the day? You know how much I love my arm candy.” His arms wrap around your waist from behind and you see his face appear beside yours, and you couldn’t even try to hide the smile on your face. A sweet kiss is pressed to the side of your neck as he squeezes you a little tighter. The warmth from his hands could be felt through your clothes as he gently rubbed circles on your sides, his small smile lighting up the room like it always did. Your hands rested on top of his as you fully leaned into him, his cologne invading your senses, almost making your brain fuzzy. Again, the silence between the two of you was comfortable, you could stay in this same position all day and you wouldn’t be upset, but you knew Jamie had plans for the both of you.

“Always love being your date, my angel. I’ll never get tired of it. But we have things to do today, let’s get going.” He spoke playfully in your ear as he lightly smacked your ass after the last sentence. It wasn’t in a sexual way, more like in a ‘we gotta go, i’ll follow you out’ way. The car ride to the downtown area was mostly quiet, the radio was turned down almost all the way, but the view outside the car was better than any music could’ve been. It was the time of year where the seasons were changing, and luckily the leaves hadn’t fallen off the trees yet. Different vibrant shades of orange, red, and yellow were everywhere, and the air was so crisp and just chilly enough to where you didn’t need a jacket on. 

Jamie’s glances over to you were missed as you looked out the window, but he didn’t care. As long as you had that smile on your face, the one that made his heart skip a beat when he saw it, the one where he knew you were genuinely happy, he was fine with seeing your side profile, he loved all angles of you the same. One of his hands moved from the steering wheel to your thigh out of instinct, lightly squeezing as his thumb caressed your clothes skin. You put your hand on top of his again and gave him a smile when he quickly looked over at you, your heart full already from the simple gesture. 

“Do I wanna ask why we’re driving down a dirt road?” You giggle lightly as you ask and you can see his face light up at the sound. He parks the car behind a rather large bush before turning to you, his eyes having a different look in them. Your eyebrow raises as he reaches to the backseat and reveals a silk blindfold. “Don’t tell me we’re about to do something, baby. I’m all for spicing things up, but we’re in a public place, in a car, and in the middle of nowhere. This is testing the limits even for you.” His chuckle is lighthearted as he puts the blindfold on your lap, looking at you with pure adoration. 

“If I say where we are, it’ll ruin the surprise. Put this on and I’ll help you out darling, nothing to be nervous about.” He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek and smiles when he sees your cheeks flush to a light shade of pink. No matter how many times he kisses you, he’ll never get tired of seeing you get flustered from it. You take a deep breath before you tie the blindfold over your eyes, careful to not get your hair tangled in it. Once it was fully covering your eyes, you searched for Jamie's hands in front of you. The familiar smoothness of his palm welcomed your hands as he squeezed them briefly before getting out of the car and rushing to your side.

“If you brought me to some weird ass place, I don’t even know an example, but if it’s something weird-” You cut yourself off with a laugh as you nearly trip over what you think is a tree branch. Jamie catches you, his ringed hands holding you a little more firmly as he guides you to wherever the hell you’re going. The ground beneath you turned from hard to soft, and you pictured it turning from dirt to grass. A slight whistle of wind makes goosebumps form and Jamie lovingly rubs your arms while giving you a sweet kiss on your lips. He stops suddenly, holding you in place as your heartbeat quickens with anticipation of what’s to come.

The blindfold is removed and your eyes take in the sight around you. Jamie brought you to a flower field, one that went as far as the eye could see. Sunflowers, daisies, peonies, and tulips were everywhere you looked in all directions. Even though the air was starting to get cooler, the flowers hadn’t started to wilt. It was like they were waiting for you to be there and appreciate the beauty that nature had to give before they went away for the winter. Apparently it looked like Jamie had been there earlier, the picnic setup on the ground in front of you looking like a dream you might’ve had at one point. You turn to him and he has his golden smile again, the one that makes you forget your troubles.

“I didn’t bring you to a weird ass place, I brought you to a cute ass place. You’ve always wanted a flower field picnic, so I figured why not have one now?” You both sat down on the blanket, the flowers consuming the both of you in the best way. All you saw were bright colors and Jamie, and that’s really all you cared for at the moment. The picnic was sweet, cheesy moments of you feeding each other strawberries, and loving moments where Jamie talked about the future he saw with you. Birds chirping in the trees caught your attention for a split second, leading to Jamie gently turning your attention back to him with a passionate kiss. It catches you off guard the slightest bit, but you don’t care. 

“I didn’t know how badly I needed this. Just an us day. I love how thoughtful your mind is, baby. Really means a lot to me.” You put your palm on his cheek and he leans into your touch. He pulls something from his pocket and holds it in his hand. Your hand moves to grab your cup, taking a sip of the juice Jamie poured for you. A flash of light from the corner of your eye makes you look back to Jamie, and you see he’s holding the necklace you found at the jewelry store the other week. Something about the design made your heart happy, and it wasn’t just the gems. Each of them had their own unique sparkle in the sunlight, the colors being as vibrant as the flowers you were surrounded by. 

“For the record, you look more gorgeous than this necklace ever will. But I knew it would make you smile, and that makes you look even more gorgeous.” Your heart swells at his words while you turn your body so he can put the necklace on you. It sits perfectly on your collarbone, and you swear that you can’t feel happier than that moment. “We’d better go if we want to have time for everything else.” He says after looking at the time. By looking around you, you could tell it wasn’t late in the day, which meant he had more planned. You were nervous, but more excited than anything else. 

You make your way back to his car and put everything away before hopping back in, wondering where Jamie would be taking you next. It was another quiet ride, occasionally making eye contact which made you smile, and made him squeeze your hand gently. The dirt road turned back to gravel, and you saw the familiar shops that you’d pretty much grown up with. A few more turns came, and then the name of your favorite café came into view and you turned to look at Jamie again, your hand holding his a little tighter. 

“How cliché, the place we had our first date. I love it.” You said it teasingly, but the love in your voice was unmistakable. He parked and got out, almost running to open your door so you didn’t have to, the natural gentleman in him jumping out. His hand took yours again, intertwining your fingers as you walked over to the door. The familiar scent of freshly baked sweets, amongst other things, filling the space around you. Jamie walked in behind you and got the attention of one of the employees who quickly made their way over to you. “We have your reserved spot right outside!” Your face turns to look at Jamie and you mouth ‘You reserved a spot?’ His hand on your back gently guiding you to the table was your answer, and the view made you stop in your tracks.

You were a local to the area, grown up not too far away from the main tourist attraction. Still, every time you came over, especially during the fall/winter times, you were mesmerized. The area looked like it could be right out of a tv show, all the café’s, arcades, even mini golf courses. All leading to a boardwalk that went out quite a bit over the crystal clear waters. During the summer it was always hot and even though it wasn’t a beach, the sea was still very populated during those months. Luckily you lived in a place that had actual cold seasons, not that 75℉/23℃ in December B.S., so it was like a winter wonderland in the cold. The sea hadn’t frozen over yet since the temperature hadn’t dropped that much, but the 65℉/18℃ was comfortable. Sounds of children laughing with their families flooded your ears while views of the sun just starting to set captivated your eyes. It almost looked like a rainbow in the sky, various purples, light blues, pinks, and gold colors painted across the cloudless canvas. 

Jamie snapped you out of your thoughts, pulling out your chair and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sat down to look at the menu while Jamie went back inside. The slight breeze made you shiver, but you weren’t fully cold, it was nothing a hot chocolate couldn’t help. If the whole location wasn’t ‘movie-esque’ enough, a butterfly landed on the menu right in front of you. Its wings almost glimmering with the different colors above shining down on it. As quickly as it appeared, it flew away, right as Jamie came back with his hands full. 2 hot chocolates, cookies, mini doughnuts, and 2 slices of pumpkin pie were on the tray he held. 

“You weren’t looking at the menu, were you? My love, you know I already have your order memorized! We come here every year around this time, just wanted to spoil you a bit more tonight.” He kissed the top of your head before sitting down. Your hand came up to gently run over your necklace, feeling the detail of how everything fit together. Jamie held your other hand as he took a sip of his hot chocolate, the steam making his glasses slightly fog up. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with the food choices, he knew that if there was too much in front of you, you’d only pick at it and not have any. That was just one of the many reasons why you loved him, he always kept your feelings in mind, no matter what he did. Always making sure you were comfortable, and he always tried his best to make up for when he made mistakes.

“You’d think I know that by now, I mostly just check to see if anything new is added. It means a lot that you know what I get, I love that you pay attention to the small stuff.” You smile as you sip your hot chocolate before having a mini doughnut. It was as if time just stopped at that moment. Not only was the love of your life sitting across from you and looking at you like the goddess you were, but the sky continued to take your breath away. Nothing could’ve made this moment better, and you were happy that you got to spend it with the man who made your heart feel complete. “I really can’t believe you did this, Jamie. It’s all so stunning.” Your hands motion to the food in front of you and to the view around you. There were really no words to describe it other than beautiful. 

“Says the one who looks like that, you’re the stunning one, baby.” He looks you up and down while giving you that look, and you can’t help the redness that appears on your cheeks. You both continue to eat away at what he brought out, taking your time with the pie since it was your favorite. Eventually you finished everything, including the hot chocolate, and then made your way onto the boardwalk, your finger intertwined with Jamie’s. “We still have one more place to go, and I think you’ll appreciate this one. Even though the light is hitting you just right, we have to get going again.” His hand traced the side of your face as he spoke, and the way he looked at you made your heart flutter.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Jamie. I don’t know what else there could be to do!” You pull him in for a hug just as a strong gust of wind hits you. He holds you close to him in such a secure way, it felt like nothing could tear you two apart. Your face buried in his neck and his hands rubbing your back, the now prominent scent of his cologne, it was all overwhelming your senses in the best way. The look in his eye when he pulled away didn’t leave any room for guessing, you knew what thought he was having and you nodded your head. There was no hesitation as he pressed his lips to yours, and you only deepened the kiss as he pulled you closer to him. Sadly, it was over sooner than you wanted it to be, his hands finding a home on your hips.

“My love, we still have to go somewhere else. Come on, it’ll be the finishing touch for tonight.” Laughter follows his words as he sees your faux pouting face. His hand grabs yours again while you walk back to his car for the 2nd time that night. You didn’t ask where he was taking you, but you trusted him with your life and knew that he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. The radio was slightly turned up for the first time that night and you saw that Jamie connected his aux. He started typing in a song and you were curious, your eyes softening as you heard the opening piano playing. “Is it a sad song? Technically yes. But I know Harry makes you happy, so I’m happy to play it for you.” A quick kiss landed on your cheek before he started driving, humming along to the song playing.

You kept looking at the areas out the window, trying to figure out where Jamie was taking you. It wasn’t until you saw the steps that you put the pieces together. Your eyes landed on Jamie as he parked the car, you could tell he was trying not to make eye contact because he didn’t want you to be upset. A quiet sigh escaped from you, and it made Jamie nearly flinch when he couldn’t figure out the meaning of it. When your hand reached over to gently turn his face in your direction, you couldn’t decipher the emotion his eyes showed. There was a mix of worry, dread, sympathy, panic, and love, and you could almost cry from seeing how nervous he was. 

“I’m not mad, baby. Not at all. I guess confused is a better term? Just didn’t think you’d want to be here.” You muttered the words more quietly than you intended, but he heard them loud and clear. He didn’t say anything back, instead getting out of the car and walking to your side as you unbuckled your seatbelt just as he made it over to you. Like earlier, he helped you out and intertwined your fingers as you made your way to the gallery entrance. Jamie pulled the key from his pocket and ignored your confused face for a second, unlocking the door and letting you in before him.

“I pulled a few strings, I had to see my beautiful girl's outstanding work.” Your heart beamed at his words for the hundredth time that night, walking behind him as he slowly approached the gold frame that still hung on the wall. “It’s absolutely magnificent, darling. There isn’t anything you can’t do.” He put an arm around your waist as you made your way over to him. You sadly couldn’t give him a more genuine smile as you remembered how you felt that night when he didn’t show up for you. The tears that spilled from you didn’t catch his attention, but the whimper that you tried to hold back did. The opportunity to turn your face away from him wasn’t an option as he turned you to fully face him.

“To say that I’m sorry is an understatement. There’s no excuse for how much of a dumbass i was. I knew this was happening, I made the plan to be here, and then it didn’t happen. I got too drunk and got a ride home, sobered up and just did my thing. Knowing that you were having a hard time, that you could’ve been having anxiety because I wasn’t there makes my heart break more every time I think about it. There will never be words to tell you how sorry I am, and I know that. Tonight wasn’t about you forgiving me, it was about me showing you how awful I felt, and still feel, about missing something that was so important and special to you. You always have been, and always will be the most important person in my life, and hearing you break down that night was one of the worst things I’ve ever heard, especially knowing I was the cause. You didn’t deserve that to happen, you only deserve the best, and I’m always going to be sorry that I caused you so much pain. The love of my life should never feel this way, my angel.” 

More tears came from you at his words, and you could see them forming in his eyes as well. His thumbs wiped away your tears gently, while one fell down his cheek. You don’t know how long you just stood in the silence, but when he pulled you in for another hug, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It was like all the stress and worry and anxiety from inside just came out at once. He didn’t stop comforting you, holding you while you shook like a leaf from crying so much. Your arms gripped him tighter, not wanting him to leave, even though you knew he wouldn’t. 

A shallow wave of relief came over him, he knew he was your safe place, and you were his. Though he couldn’t tell clearly if the tears were from how happy you were today, or if they were from you remembering how shitty you felt from the other night, he could tell the sigh you let out was from relief. Him letting you go wasn't a thought in his head at all when you hugged him even tighter, he just wanted to hold you until you felt better, until you felt whole again. If it took forever, he’d be there, after all, you were the love of his life, and he wanted to make sure you knew it.

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a/n- again, i'm so, so very sorry for how long this took me to write. i wanted to make sure it was good since it's my first ever angst/fluff fic, and taking over 2 months was never what i planned on. i hope you all enjoy it, apologies once more 🤍

taglist: @hellfire-isnt-it, @hellfirebabes, @Ima1986 (wouldn't let me tag you) if you wanna be tagged in future fics, send me your user!

#jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower fluff #jamie campbell bower angst #jamie campbell bower x fem!reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #001 stranger things #001 angst #001 fluff #jamie bower #stranger things #peter ballard #henry creel

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Four and One | Kirby Dach

Requested? Yes!! Let's go!!!

Warnings? A loooooottt of angst :)

Summary: You and Kirby continue to hurt each other unintentionally but there's promise for a truce

Word Count: 2,107 (strap in friends)

Four 

You sit in your room, giggling ridiculously loud with your best friend as Degrassi plays in the background. The episode had ended and the cut off of unreal lines has the two of you scream laughing at how bad the acting is. 

You calm down enough to wipe your tears and pick up your phone to check the time. The screen glares 9:45 pm and suddenly you’re slapped out of your happy demeanor. 

“Fuck!” you curse, dropping your phone back down and your best friend looks over at you in concern and confusion. 

“I missed Kirby’s game I was supposed to leave at 5,” you explain before flopping back on your bed and feeling like the worst best friend in the history of the universe. How could you forget his game? 

“Shouldn't he be back home by now?” your best friend questions. You take a second to look at your notifications, seeing not only did Kirby text you a million times, but Cole, Nick, Juraj, Arber, and what looks like half the habs team did. 

“Oh I suck,” you mutter out. 

Just as you’re about to type out a response to Kirby, begging for forgiveness and offering anything and everything to make it up to him, someone knocks on the door of your apartment. 

“You have 5 seconds to think of an excuse,” your best friend says, standing from your bed. 

You assume she’s headed towards the door and you slowly follow behind, watching as she swings open the door and Kirby is wearing his game suit, visibly frustrated by the whole situation. The two exchange words before Kirby steps into your apartment and you finally walk into the entryway. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Kirby says, just as you start to apologize. 

“I’m so sorry. I have no excuse, no good reason, nothing. I’m just sorry and I messed up big time I know that,” you say knowing that you had to own up to your mistakes. 

“My whole family was there. Everyone I love and care about. My 100th game and I scored twice. Every time I stepped on the ice I was looking for you and you weren’t there.” 

His words are knives slicing pieces of your heart off bit by bit. It didn’t help that you’re head over heels for your best friend standing in front of you and to watch him look so damn good in that suit and rip your heart apart with his words was a different type of pain. 

“Kirbs, I’m so sorry,” you say, taking a step towards him and reaching out to touch his arm only for him to pull back. 

“I’ll call you later.” 

His seemingly small six foot frame crumbles before you, stepping backwards until he’s out of your apartment and leaving you lonely in the hallway again. 

When the click of the door registers in Kirby’s ears, he finally lets the tears fall. He didn’t give a fuck about anyone else being at the game, he just wanted you. He wanted to score for you, celebrate with you, spot you in the crowd, watch your eyes light up and your smile stretch wide as he plays. 

But you let him down. 

Three

You could deal with it once. 

Once is forgivable. Once is understandable. Once is something you shrug at and tell them “no problem”. 

But after walking home from the restaurant for the third time in two weeks? It was bordering on unforgivable. After you had messed up and missed Kirby’s game, you had been making it up to him. However, now it feels like he was getting you back after standing you up three times in a row with zero explanation. 

You don’t even realize you’ve made your way to Kirby’s apartment complex until you’re standing outside the building and staring at the door wondering whether or not you should go in. Your petty side wins, heading up to the top floor in the elevator and proceeding to bang on his front door until you heard Kirby shout for you to stop. 

The minute the door cracks open, you’re storming in, angry words thrown out as you make your way inside his apartment. 

“Do you know how humiliating it is?” you snap, turning to face him. “Three times Kirby. Three!” 

You’re about to start on your next point of how horrible it is to have to watch people pity you for being stood up when Kirby glances towards his bedroom door. You follow his eyesight and you feel all emotions sink out of you when your eyes land on an unfamiliar girl standing in the doorway. 

“Sorry I heard yelling,” she says awkwardly, hands coming up to play with the neckline of what you recognize is Kirby’s shirt. 

“No it’s fine,” you let out. “I was just leaving.” 

Kirby physically winces at your words. He had been standing you up, had been ignoring your texts and calls and trying so desperately to get over whatever feelings held his heart captive. He didn’t want you to think that he was ditching you for just some fling though. However, he knew he couldn’t just admit his feelings for you and hope it would all work out the way he wanted. 

You offer the girl a pained smile before taking one last quick look at Kirby. He refuses to meet your eye and you feel the slice of pain in your heart a little sharper. You nod, as if convincing yourself you need to leave before this only gets worse and force your feet to move from underneath you. 

Thankfully, you make it outside the building before you start crying. 

Two 

You wait in the tunnel as Kirby gets changed and finishes out post game media. It had taken you a while to get over Kirby standing you up and finding him with some random girl, but you had a solid fight about it and eventually made up. You had decided together to let the past stay in the past. 

Slowly, players trickle out of the locker room. You smile and greet a few of them, let others run off to their wives and girlfriends. When it feels like forever has passed, you watch as Nick strolls out of the locker room. His face lights up seeing you and you can’t help the grin crawling up your lips as well. 

“Hi darling,” Nick greets, wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Waiting for Kirby?” 

“He’s taking forever,” you jokingly whine and Nick laughs against you. 

“Want a ride home?” he offers. 

You consider it for a moment, thinking that you should wait for Kirby to come out but you know you can always see him later but Nick you rarely see anymore. 

“I’d love that,” you respond. 

When Kirby walks out of the locker room, the only thing he’s looking forward to is seeing your face. He’s ready to be held in your arms and hear your soft voice and yet when he does walk out, there’s nothing. 

He convinces himself you had to have gone to the bathroom or stepped away for a minute and would be back any second. However, when he waits for ten extra minutes, he realizes you really did leave and his heart cracks a little. 

“Bro what are you still doing here?” Cole asks, finally leaving the locker room as well. 

“I was waiting for (y/n),” Kirby responds, still seemingly unsure of what had happened to you. 

“She left with Suzuki,” Cole says, like Kirby should have already known that information. 

“She,” he starts but trails off knowing he doesn’t have anything good to say. 

Cole gives him a pitying look, clapping him on the shoulder before walking off. Kirby looks around, seriously lost as to why you would just leave with Suzuki when you were supposed to spend post game with him. He needed you, needed your soft smile and reassuring words after the hard loss. 

But instead he has to go home alone.

One

Both you and Kirby had been pulling away. You knew on your end it was trying desperately to ignore or get rid of the feelings you had for your best friend. You were tired of hurting and being disappointed by Kirby and his actions. 

However, Kirby had just gotten back from a long roadie and had been missing you more than usual. He asked for you to come over and you promised to be on time. 

You gathered everything you’d need for a TV show marathon and headed over to Kirby’s place. You were dressed pretty lazily and offered to bring snacks for the night and Kirby had shot you a list of things he wanted. 

A wash of nerves flows over you as you get up to his apartment door. You push it down as you use your key to get in and pause just past the threshold when you hear more than one voice in the living room. 

“What about the one girl you’re always with?” you hear a soft voice ask, a girl no doubt but not one you recognize right away. 

“(y/n)? Nah she-” Kirby trails off and your heart skips when your name is released from his lips. “She’s nothing. Just a friend. We could never be together.” 

“And me and you?” the girl asks quietly, carefully. You hear a soft shuffle and the rustle of bodies moving closer. 

“Whatever you want baby,” Kirby whispers. 

You take the chance and peek around the wall into the living room and see Kirby kissing the unknown girl. Your hand slides to your mouth, desperate not to make a noise. You trace your steps back from where you came and the minute the door clicks shut behind you the tears flow freely. 

You never truly expected Kirby would confess his undying love for you. He didn’t drop hints that he secretly liked you, never explicitly said anything, or suggested there would be more. It seemed it would only just be friends. It didn’t make his confirmation hurt any less. 

And One

It’s been two weeks since you were supposed to have a TV show marathon with Kirby and now after what he thinks of you as ghosting him you weren’t answering a single text or call from him either. 

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Cole asks after a particularly rough practice for Kirby. 

“I’m just distracted man. Worried about (y/n),” he says, trying to shrug it off like nothing. 

“What happened?” Nick asks, tuning into the conversation. 

“I don't know man,” Kirby sighs. “We were supposed to hangout a few weeks ago at my place but she never showed up. I haven't heard anything from her since.” 

“Does she have a key to your apartment?” Cole asks. 

“Yeah?” 

“Was anyone at your apartment that night?” Nick asks. 

“Oh my god,” Kirby sighs out. “Oh my god!” 

It hits him like a ton of bricks all at once. What he said to Anna that night, the reassurance and the lies slipping from his lips. The sole focus on forgetting you, forgetting the intense feelings he has, the heartbreak he’s trying to avoid so desperately. 

You heard every word of it. 

He doesn't say another word to the boys, just grabs his stuff and heads to your apartment as quickly as humanly possible. When he gets there, he bangs on the door several times before listening to any movement that may have come from inside. 

“(y/n)!” he yells, still knocking on the door as hard as possible. 

“(y/n)!” he tries again, softer and more scared. 

“I know I fucked up,” he says, it’s almost a whisper but for some reason he knows you can hear him. He has the feeling you’re leaning against the door listening. 

“I know I did but,” he lets out a sigh. “don’t shut me out anymore. Let me in. please let me in.”

You lean your head against the door, closing your eyes and focusing on your heartbeat and the deafening silence on the other side. 

“Please darling,” Kirby begs quietly. 

You crack the door open and watch as Kirby’s eyes widen in surprise. You step to the side, letting the door open enough for Kirby to come in. He shuts it with a soft click and backs against it, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I’m sorry,” he says and you’re not sure for what but you appreciate it anyway. 

“Can I,” he stutters. “Can we just-” 

You step forward, slipping your arms around his waist and he hesitates before grabbing you as tight and as close as possible. 

#kirby dach x reader #kirby dach imagine #Kirby dach x you #kirby dach fanfiction #Montreal Canadiens x reader #Montreal Canadiens imagine #Montreal Canadiens fanfiction #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction

[starry-hughes]

star’s birthday bash

welcome to my birthday bash! my birthday is thursday, april 18, and i want to celebrate with you guys! down below are a bunch of prompts that i have complied together that you can request blurbs for! i will work through them as fast as possible but i am currently moving apartments and have work as well so please be patient. the prompts are all over the place (fluff, angst, nsfw) so just have fun! thank you for participating!

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you can choose any of the prompts below but i also don’t mind if you have your own prompt you would like to use!

event duration: tuesday, april 16, 2024 - sunday, april 21, 2024 (actual birthday april 18)

prompts:

1. “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

2. “I thought that if I did all of this and came all this way, it would finally click for you."

3. “God how blind can you be?!”

4. “Do you think we could have worked out?”

5. “So… do you actually like me—“ “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married. What the hell do you think?”

6. “Oh my god, you are such a cuddle bug.”

7. “Are you awake yet?” “No.” “Oh okay, sorry.”

8. “We should probably stop this.” “Yeah…” “We’re not going to though, right?” “Oh absolutely not.”

9. “You’ve been laying on my arm all night and it’s numb.”

10. “Can you please just hug me?”

11. “You’re so pretty when you wake up.”

12. “Hold my hand.” “What?! Why?” “Just do it. Please.”

13. “Here take my jacket.”

14. “You’re going to get shampoo in my eyes.” “Stop being dramatic.”

15. “It’s okay baby, let it out, I’ve got you.”

16. “I don’t know, I just missed you.”

17. “No, come on, don’t cry, I’ll start crying.”

18. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “No?”

19. “Why don’t you just go back to her?” “Who?!”

20. “Why are you so insecure about this?” “Because I don’t want to be used again!”

21. “I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.”

22. “You’re hurting me.”

23. “Try to stay quiet, okay?”

24. “Stop teasing me so much.”

25. “We are in public!”

26. “Don’t be so rough, I can’t have any marks.”

27. “You’re insufferable.”

28. “I’m sorry if I’m slow with all this, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

29. “That’s it, fuck.”

30. “Do that again, shit. Just like that.”

31. “Wait- do that again. Please.”

32. “Someone is needy.”

33. “For the last time, I’m not jealous! I just don’t like how she looks at you or texts you or anything!”

34. “My teammates get annoyed because I talk about you so much.”

35. “You sent me inappropriate pictures when I was in public.”

36. “I’m wearing your shirt… is that okay?”

37. “Don’t throw me in the water!”

38. “Can I borrow your hat please? The sun is in my eyes.”

39. “You promised.”

40. “You didn’t love me, did you?”

41. “I didn’t mean to. I was just mad.”

42. “I don’t deserve you.” “Please don’t say that. Why would you even think that for a second?”

43. “Why didn’t you tell me before I got into a relationship with someone else?”

44. “I think I’m in love.” “Congratulations on finally realizing that.”

45. “You have a date? How much did you pay them?”

46. “I thought roses were romantic!” “They have thorns on them still!”

47. “Did you eat today?”

48. “I can’t even argue with you right now when I’m this…” “What? Turned on?”

49. “You’re a dumbass. But you’re my dumbass.”

50. “Are we dating? What are we? I can’t keep playing games with you—“ “I thought we were already dating?”

51. “You didn’t have to do anything for my birthday.” “… but I wanted to.”

52. “This is the best present ever.”

53. “Is it too late for a birthday kiss?”

54. “Hey, no crying on your birthday, please.”

55. “I thought you forgot.” “I could never forget your birthday!”

56. “I would have slept on the floor but you were using me as a pillow.”

57. “The only person I want here is you!”

58. “I didn’t mean to say you aren’t enough.”

59. “Sorry that was my first kiss.” “I could tell.” “…” “I’m kidding!”

60. “If you keep distracting me I won’t get any work done.” “But all I did was look at you?”

61. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

62. “Did I scare you? Sweetheart…”

63. “Could we just stay here a while, please?”

64. “Why did you never say anything? Why did I have to find out from someone else?”

65. “You left. And I stayed. You never once looked back to see if I was still there.”

66. “Did I… Did I do something wrong?”

67. “Why won’t you love me back?” “You’re drunk. I’m getting you home.”

68. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that? Calling from a hospital.”

69. “Are we going to talk about it?”

70. “You’re too good for the world.”

71. “Can you kiss it better?”

72. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”

73. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

74. “Don’t close your eyes baby, look at me.”

75. “Lay down and let me show you what you deserve.”

76. “That— I didn’t know I could make those noises.”

77. “I don’t think I can last longer— fuck, please.”

78. “Do you still hate me?” “Definitely.”

79. “You’re so cute when you’re blushy.”

80. “Don’t be shy baby.”

81. “You can do better than that sweetheart.”

82. “That’s it. Don’t stop baby.”

83. “You’re doing so well.”

84. “Don’t worry. I’d take you out for dinner before I get you for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”

85. “You can practice on me.”

86. “What? I don’t like [name].” “Yeah, and I don’t breathe oxygen.”

87. “My parents love you.”

88. “Remember how you always say you love me no matter what?” “Is that a dog?”

89. “Can I call you?”

90. “I guess I’m just scared of losing you.”

91. “It’s only you. It’s always going to be just you.”

92. “How do I look?” “Um. Well. Good?”

93. “It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella.” “Have my jacket!”

94. “You thought you had to ask to come over?”

95. “One more kiss, please?”

96. “I thought I lost you forever.”

97. “So… care to tell me who that was?”

98. “Alright, dude, back off.”

99. “I love you.”

100. “I hate you.”

#star’s birthday bash