#Alex: Bring confetti
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24. just really needed a hug sort of hug for 00leiter would be amazing if inspiration strikes! 🥰
Alex, mi vida! Thank you for always inspiring and indulging my deep-seated need for 00leiter, and thank you for this prompt. 🥰 Your wish is my command, my friend! It's here, continuing below the cut, as well as on ao3:
sometimes it takes the night to fall
“My mother wanted me to go to law school,” Felix says. His tone is measured, and this, this, is something he’s going to include in his annual performance review at the Agency, which his supervisor signs every year without reading a word: Agent Leiter is calm and measured, even when he is soaking wet, covered in pink feathers, and holding a flash drive with the plans for a chemical weapon designed to take out half of Europe, circumstances which Agent Leiter would have avoided entirely had his MI6 counterpart not been a fucking asshole.
“‘You’ll make good money, son,’ she would tell me,” Felix says. He pulls his Glock out of his holster, pointing it toward the floor to let the water drain from the barrel. “‘You’ll wear nice suits.’ But no, I knew better. I didn’t want to take the motherfucking bar exam.”
“You wear nice suits now, Felix,” Bond drawls, looking him up and down, and Felix is either going to punch or kiss that look off his face, but he hasn’t decided which, yet.
“Normally, I would agree with you, James,” Felix says. Measuredly, again, because he’s a goddamn station chief for the CIA. “But right now, my nice suit looks like it survived simultaneous explosions at a poultry farm and a Pepto-Bismol factory.”
Felix had had plans for their mission in Prague, plans which involved a timeline, and coordinates on a map, and the judicious use of SIGINT. James Bond had had instincts, and even if those instincts had been accurate, as far as identifying the Belarusian middleman they were looking for went, his methods left a lot to be desired, seeing as they primarily involved a chase through a crowded craft fair in the center of town, followed by what could charitably be called hijacking a bachelorette cruise in order to chase said middleman down the Vltava River. And now here they were, on a deserted dock in a decidedly seedy part of town, mercifully free of bachelorettes, but with an unconscious henchman tied to an oil barrel behind them, waiting for the ride that would take them not to their warm, comfortable hotel room near Karluv Most, but to the U.S. Embassy, where Felix could hand off the hard drive and then spend the rest of the night filling out the ream of paperwork required after the sort of nuclear-grade shitshow James Bond tended to leave behind him on a good night.
“I think I know what you need, Felix,” Bond says, and the way his mouth turns up at the corner can’t mean anything good.
“What I need,” Felix says, “is not to be picking penis-shaped confetti out of my beard.”
“No,” Bond says, stepping closer, and if the British exfil team doesn’t get there soon, Felix is going to paddle to the Embassy on a goddamn inflatable canoe, “No, that’s not it.”
He brings a hand to the back of Felix’s head, drawing him in close. “Why don’t you start by putting your arm around my waist.”
They’re Felix’s own words from years ago, directed back at him with Bond’s characteristically lethal precision. Not long after the events in Bolivia, Felix had flown into London for the memorial service of another MI6 colleague who had died in the line of duty. Later, after everyone else had left, he’d joined Bond where he stood in the back of the church, stiff with grief and the bone-deep chill of the British winter.
“She drowned, you know,” Bond had said, his tone conversational. “004, I mean. She deserved better. It’s a terrible way to go.”
Bond and Felix had been lovers for mere weeks at that point, if that designation even applied to the handful of hours they’d stolen in South American hotel rooms and, on one memorable occasion, the lost luggage room of a train station in the middle of nowhere. But Felix wasn’t an idiot. He’d been in Venice when Vesper died. Even then, he’d known Bond well enough to know what wounds would be fatal to him, if left untreated.
“It is,” Felix had said. He hadn’t dared to say much of anything else. “I’m sorry for your loss, James.”
“It’s England’s loss,” Bond had said. He’d already begun to go distant around the edges, all of the lines of his body tensed for a fight. Felix had wanted nothing more than to demand Bond come back with him to his hotel room, to fuck him fast and merciless until all the tension bled from his body, until he was easy and louche again, unspooled against the Egyptian cotton sheets. But his first instinct with Bond wasn’t always the right one, back then, and he’d looked at Bond in silence for a long moment before making his decision.
“Come here,” he’d said. “I’m going to give you a hug.”
Bond had looked at Felix like he’d just suggested they piss in the baptismal font. “A what?”
“A hug, Bond. Jesus Christ. Come here.” He’d pulled Bond in by the lapel of his expensive wool coat. “You start by putting your arm around my waist, like that. Then you put your other arm around my shoulders. Like this, asshole. And then—” Felix had squeezed with all his might. “Then you hold on tight.”
They are here, now, tonight—and by “here” Felix means Prague, means the dock, means covered in dirty river water and the detritus of phallus-shaped souvenirs, but he also means so much more than that—in no small part because all those years ago, his own instincts had been right when he’d taken James Bond in his arms in an empty church, and so as angry as he is, he’s powerless to deny James this, now. He gives in to the inevitable and steps into the embrace, dropping his head against James’s neck.
“I hate you,” he says, but there’s no longer any heat in it. “This was the worst night of my career.”
“The ladies liked it,” Bond says.
“The ‘ladies’ thought we were strippers. One of them threw her drink on me when I refused to take my shirt off.”
“The night is still young,” Bond points out. Felix refuses to turn his head to look at him, on principle, but he can feel Bond’s smile against his cheek.
“Fuck you and your entire country,” Felix says. “I’m glad we threw your fucking tea in the harbor.” But his head is still on Bond’s shoulder, and his arms are around his waist, and he’ll stay that way until the sound of a distant motor signals that their ride is near, and the night moves on around them.
#prompt fills#one shot#my fic#sometimes it takes the night to fall#james bond#felix leiter#00leiter#fluff
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(you can start) a family who will always show you love
by WaterlooLovers
“Confetti eggs.”
“Cascarones, but yes,” Alex grins, “I’ll give you a pass since your Spanish is a bit tragic.”
“Rude.” Henry rolls his eyes fondly. “So you just… chase each other around and try to smash eggs on each other? Seems rather messy with confetti going everywhere.”
“It’s very messy, but that’s the fun part of it. It’s meant to bring good fortune for the rest of the year."
Words: 2180, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 11 of First Prince Ficlets
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex's abuela - Character, The Diaz family, brief mention of June and nora
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
Additional Tags: Purely Fluff, rated T for some swearing, easter fic, confetti eggs, cascarones, Easter Traditions, lake house, lake house redemption, Henry feels validated by Alex's family, he feels loved and accepted, the adults get to Easter egg hunt too, Henry starts a new family who loves him, Canon Divergent, kind of, more like post-canon
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𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓) | 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 (𝘒𝘪𝘯)
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🎀💕:
@yarrystyleeza If you want to be added check out my pinned post!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:
It’s taken my so long to write this haha but
I hope that you’re all enjoying this little series so far and as always, I’d love to hear your thoughts <3 ~Jess
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:
in which, Michael’s girl releases her first ep (mini album)
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:
Birdy decided that we should have a little release party, so here we are at her house for once as parties usually would happen at Amanda and Jimmy’s house although we’re almost at the end of our party now.
“She’s gonna be famous, I’m telling y’all”
Alexander announces, and Michael nods in agreement
“Yeah she definitely will”
“Well you better not forget us when you’re famous then”
Birdy states with a stern tone
“Of course I won’t forget you guys,
oh my god, I could never do that”
I reply with a bright smile, there is lots of food laid out on the coffee table, I wouldn’t expect anything less from Birdy.
I pick out a cupcake and I giggle seeing my face on it, I sit back down beside Michael on the sofa
“We’re all so proud of you”
Jimmy says and I couldn’t help but smile
“Aww thank you!”
Soon enough, time passes and it’s now only 10 minutes until midnight, until my debut ep releases, I feel nervous as it’s also my first time releasing any music.
My two legs bounce up and down, this usually happens whenever I feel anxious,
Michael notices and he whispers in my ear,
“Are you nervous?” And I nod in response,
“Yeah I am, I just want everyone to enjoy my music”
“They will, trust me”
Michael hugs me and Alexander speaks up,
“We will be touring in no time!”
He says with an excited tone,
“I can’t wait Alex!” I reply with an equally as excited tone
Then it comes down to under 5 minutes,
“I love your dress, I forgot to say before”
Amanda tells me and Nikita nods in agreement,
“I agree, you look lovely”
“Thank you both so much”
I open my laptop and I load Spotify, waiting to see when it releases
“Less than a minute, oh god”
I say with a nervous giggle and I keep reloading until it’s there,
“People are listening already!”
Alexander screams and suddenly there’s confetti from the confetti cannon everywhere, then Birdy brings out a cake that as well as the cupcakes also has me on it except this time, it’s the cover of the ep.
“I think it’s safe to say that you two need to start planning that tour”
Michael says to Alexander and me,
I hug Michael tightly.
“Thank you for convincing me to do music,
I love you”
I tell him with a kiss,
“I love you even more”
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#kin rte#kin bbc#kin fanfic#kin fanfiction#charlie cox#michael kinsella#michael kinsella x reader#michael kinsella x you#michael kinsella fluff
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FERRE; SWEET, WONDERFUL, DEAR FERRE!!!! HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU 🎂🎉🥳🍰!!!!
May this day be full of fantastic moments, pleasant surprises, good company, delicious food and everything great that the world has to offer 💖 I hope this new year for you is covered with happiness, success, good health, memorable experiences and heartwarming situations 😊✨️!! I'm wishing you the best today and ALWAYS!!!
You are such a supportive, understanding, creative and marvelous soul;; your presence is a bright light that brings comfort, ease and joy 🥺 I thank you IMMENSELY for your friendship, for all those lovely chats where we freely go back and forth with our thoughts (I LOVE!! READING ALL YOU HAVE TO SHARE!! I'D READ ENTIRE BOOKS OF THAT!!); for all the stories we've written and developed together (ALL THOSE MARVELOUS PLOTS THAT BRING ME BOTH JOY AND PAIN ((but its okay, I signed up for the wounds 😭😂)), I KEEP THEM ALL IN MY HEART AND I AM CONTINUOUSLY THRILLED TO WRITE AND CREATE WITH YOU!!!) and for!! Giving my muses and I a chance 🥲
It's been nothing but AN HONOR, to get to know you, chat and write with you, and I hope we continue to do this fOR MANY MORE YEARS (I mean…you're stuck with me, THE RECEIPT IS LOST SO YOU CANT RETURN ME HSOWAKBAAJ 😂)!!
It also makes me very happy to celebrate your birthday once more, I HAVE MY PARTY HAT ON AND I'M THROWING HEART-SHAPED CONFETTI ALL OVER THE PLACE 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳❤️
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, PLEASE HAVE A FANTABULOUS DAY!!! I CARE YOU AND ADORE YOU HEAPS, MY FRIEND!!!!
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ✨️✨️✨️✨️
@jeoseungsaja alex has me like:
ALEX!!!! 🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭💕
you know nowadays it’s so weird to me?? To remember when there was a time where I wasn’t writing or plotting with you- it's hard to believe that we started writing together about two years ago...which is why i am SO GRATEFUL that you gave me the chance to not only write and plot with you but also be your friend 🥺🥺🥺 you are a SUCH a kind and thoughtful person and i'm sure everyone who is lucky enough to be mutuals with you can testify in my favor here and the judge is also biased towards me, sorry folks, the right to a fair trial in this case?? no such thing fjksldjf 😌
ANYWAYS i can only say i have such wonderful and intricate characters and plots on here because of my wonderful and creative partners such as you and all of our lovely mutuals 🥺🥺🥺 any day i get the chance to interact with you always is a good day in my book!! I always feel like a dash of dophmomine when I see u around 💕💕💕 and you know i am ALWAYS an excited puppy for our plots and your characters ( and even MORE PLOTS….we could have 1923947373 and I would be down for more still DHDJDJD 😂😂😂 )- I also v sorry for the pain i gib u ( black knight verse )and for the pain coming in the future too ( thg verse WHICH ALSO THANK YOU JUMPING IN THE HOLE AND DRAGGING HYUK AND HAE GEON AND WILDER AND JAEHWAN AND ALL UR OTHER CHARACTERS IN TOO, it’s big enough for everyone 😌 )….if it helps it gives me pain too and any pain u gib me I shall take stride….I’ll also pay u ( and ur charas, hyuk especially )back with happiness I swear ( + tissues and consoling too 🥲🥲🥲 ) 💕💕💕💕
but thank YOU for your sweet, sweet message- I will admit when I woke up on my bday I wasn’t in most amazing of moods but reading ur message put a huge smile on my face ☺️☺️☺️ you are such a bright spot on this hellsite and most certainly a ☀️ on my dash and I am very thankful to have met you- I’m always in awe that I get to be able to interact with someone who is not only an excellent writer with characters that jump off the page but also a decent and genuinely all around good person 🥲🥲🥲 this is all to say just like you said, unfortunately for us both I will be stuck to u like superglue even after this hellsite dies 😂😂😂 not even returning the receipt will help u there!!
all in all though, thank you SO MUCH for the birthday wishes ( and YOUR GIFT DONT THINK YOURE GETTING AWAY WITH ME NOT NOTICING 🤩🤩���� )!! care you so much and I know for sure that this year will be as wonderful as the last since you’ll be there 🥰🥰🥰
#jeoseungsaja#out of mercy ( ooc. )#a pocket watch from an old love ( saved. )#ALEX THE WAY I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE THIS 🥹🥹🥹#I had a wonderful birthday and weekend no worries one that#And I definitely have u to thank as one reason 💕💕💕#thank you as always for being my dear friend and being such a bright spot on dumblr…..#when I feel like setting this place on fire#and I see u on mi dash I regain some hope 🥲#alex does things like this and makes me smile and cry all at once 💕💕💕#seriously go follow alex she is a WONDERFUL writer and friend#YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT AND IF U DO U R WRONG 😤😤😤#( okay maybe that’s harsh but also ur still wrong in my book 😔 )#A super nice and kind mun with wonderfully complex and well written characters….what’s there to lose….nothing at all 💕#Okie I will end it here PLEASE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY EVERYONE ( BUT ESPECIALLY ALEX 💕💕💕 )
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List of My Vent Songs
cw for explicit lyrics and sensitive topics
Edgy/Angry falling apart vibes (fed up with of all this shit):
chains - Jay Sek
THE NEW YOU - Time is Dead
nightmares - easy life
Pumped up Kicks - Late Nite Reading
I’m not Pretty - JESSIA
Dear God - Confetti
3 O’Clock Things - AJR
Everybody’s Got Their Own Damn Trauma - Awkward Marina
Hit The Snooze - The Living Tombstone
Lost - Bring Me The Horizon
medicine - Bring Me The Horizon
Kill[h]er - Stand Atlantic
SELF-SABOTAGE - Waterparks
Back In School - Mother Mother
SAD (Clap Your Hands) - Young Rising Sons
Pity Party - Melanie Martinez
Alphabet Boy - Melanie Martinez
Mostly Dead - Joseph Dubay
I’m Not OK - Weathers
Lazy - The Living Tombstone
Buried Alive - Rory Webley
Wake Up Call - Maroon5
Înapoi - Carla’s Dreams
Miracle - The Score
Melancholy and hopeless:
Two - Sleeping At Last
Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hellos
Funeral - Phoebe Bridges
Wake Up - EDEN
To Let A Good Thing Die - Bruno Major
Lonesome Town - Ricky Nelson
Fix It to Break It - Clinton Kane
The Grave - Kate Vogel
Evil Queen - Snøw, Skinny Atlas
Hurt - Johnny Cash
Older - Sasha Alex Sloan
The Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mikski
Hey Siri - salem ilese
Honey and Glass - Peyton Cardoza
at least I’m pretty - Harriette
Does It Matter - Sam Graham
Buy the Stars - MARINA
A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers
When You Love Someone - James TW
She Used To Be Mine - Waitress
Talking to the Moon -Bruno Mars
Kokoronashi - majiko
Sayoko
Creep - Radio Head
Uplifting but still has darker undertones:
Burned Out - dodie
Ready Now - dodie
Darling I Do - Zerox, Landon Pigg, Lucy Schwartz
Hoping - 4everfreebrony
Beautiful? - Illymation
Ghosting - Mother Mother
More - Halsey
Youth - Daughter
That Funny Feeling - Bo Burnham
A Place I Don’t Know - Daniel Olsén, Jonathan Eng, Linnea Olsson
Everything’s Alright - Laura Shigihara
Dear Friend, - Dayglow
A TV Show Called Earth - Philip Labes
The Night We Met - Lord Huron
Waves - Mr. Probz
I Walked These Streets In November - Caroline Manning
Nobody Hates You - JESSIA
MISTAKE - NF
Other (upbeat mixed with depressing):
Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel
I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself - Elton John
When You Where Young - The Killers
Hard Times - Paramore
Oh No! - MARINA
Are You Satisfied? - MARINA
The First Step - Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Drunk - Living Tombstone
Good Girl - Living Tombstone
Am I Dreaming - Metro Booming & A$AP Rocky, Roisee
skeletons - Keshi
Hundred - Khalid
DRIFTING - NF
If You Want Love - NF
Dying in LA - Panic! At The Disco
Help! Oh Well - SomeThingElseyt
Bittersweet - Big Head Todd and the Monsters
How to Save a Life - The Fray
Savior - Beth Crowley
Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens
Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars
Alone Sometimes - The Mowgli’s
Maggie May - Rod Stewart
I Don’t Want to Talk About It - Rob Stewart
The Party Goes With You - Lindsay Mendez
Home - Daughter
I Have Questions - Camila Cabello
Burn - Hamilton
I Love How - Caroline Manning
Teenage Fantasy - Jorja Smith
Sober Up - AJR, Rivers Cuomo
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🙄 I know Swifty is on tour right now but why is no one comparing them to Beyoncé who’s also on tour?! Guys, you need to get away from these pop star references. We are not gonna have fun around here with those.// Taylor swift or beyonce, you get my point right? 😂 I mean they're doing the bare minimum when they are compared to other artists touring right now
Yes but next time please use a cooler example.
And here I go repeating myself again. Am I the only one remembering how Alex is not really into touring? I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to sit at home right now. They are doing what’s expected of them. Touring their new album. You’ll never gonna get a dance performance or confetti with them. They have a 90-minute set list which should tell you the level of their enthusiasm compared to other rock bands. They are doing this because it brings money. That’s it. And as long as people are willing to pay for their mediocre touring they’ll continue with that.
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{It’s father’s day here in the UK tomorrow...and I’m low-key just thinking about it being the anniversary of the day Alex killed his host dad...cause...y’know...what better day to fatally poison your father than on the day you’re supposed to appreciate him the most? 😂}
#Caroline: What do you mean you're throwing a party YOU HATE PARTIES#Alex: Oh I know but this one's important#Caroline: Why? Are you going to suddenly come out as gay?#Alex: NO...!#Caroline: Are you going to tell everyone you're becoming a father?#Alex: NO - wait why did you say gay first...#Caroline: ... *shrug*#Alex: Bring confetti#Caroline: What the hell is going on with you you're acting really weird#Alex: Oh I'm just very happy#Caroline: ... *touches his forehead* Are you sick???#Alex: I must be in some sense of the word#Caroline: ...Right okay that's it we're not having a party#Alex: BUT CAROLINE!#Caroline: NO! Go to bed Alexsander!#Alex: >:C#Caroline: I'll bring you up some tea#Alex: :)#Caroline: A party...honestly I've never heard so much shit in all my life...probably a stabbing party or something...
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Could you please do something where Y/n is in LM and mason gets invited to go to a concert because he’s friends with Alex so he brings him along and he watches how y/n interacts with the girls and the crown and then they meet up after the concert is over and asked to go on a date
Or
Could you do something where mason takes summer and his family to one of your concerts and you a mason have been friends for a while and summer is a big fan of y/n and the girls so when the concert is over they go backstage and summer meets y/n and always want to be with y/n never letting her doing something alone so she stays with y/n for a bit until they need to go home and she gets upset that she’s leaving y/n
𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲 — mason mount
summary: perrie and alex devise a plan to get you and mason together.
notes: requests are OPEN + i had no idea how to link alex and mason together apart from england nt <3
"It should work, she fancies the pants off of him," Perrie spoke quietly into her phone, side-eying you from the corner of the hall. The four of you were rehearsing for your upcoming promotional tour, and you were recapping one last time before your first show this weekend.
You gave Perrie a weird look, before talking with the choreographer once more. And moments later, Perrie was back at your side, about to join in as Confetti started playing.
"What should work, Pez?" You asked, an eyebrow raised as you looked at your very suspicious bandmate and friend. But Perrie just smiled sweetly at you, innocently batting her eyelashes.
"Nothing!"
Perrie and her sickly sweet boyfriend, Alex, had made a plan. After months of hearing you gush over Mason Mount, Perrie had contacted her boyfriend about it. And as he, too, is a footballer, he'd quickly gotten talking to his old England teammate.
"What music do you like, Mase?" Alex started a general conversation with Mason over warmups, and Mason kicked the ball back to him. Hopefully he didn't think it was too suspicious to be asking him this.
"If I don't say Little Mix, you and Perrie will crucify me," Mason joked, "so I'll say Little Mix."
The boys laughed, and Alex gave him an amused look. "Is that the only reason?"
Mason had reddened, and tried to avoid his teammates gaze but failed miserably. "What other reason could there be?"
"Hm, I've seen you comment on a few of her pictures," Alex goaded, "any ideas who I'm on about?"
"Okay, fine. Y/N is fit, I'll admit it. Happy?"
"Very. I have a plus one to their first London show in a few weeks, how does that sound?" Alex asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I'm in."
The two of you had followed each other within weeks of that conversation, and didn't dare to talk. The two of you were too nervous to even tap the inbox button. And it just wasn't enough, Perrie wanted her sweet Y/N to be in love, and not just because of your songwriting abilities when you were in a relationship. All of the girls wanted to see you happy after your horrid breakup last year.
But now, with the tour coming up, and only the other three knowing about your special guest, you were excited. You loved tour, you loved seeing and singing with fans, you loved visiting the different parts of the world, no matter how intense your job could get.
It was the night of the first show in London. You were backstage, your hair being hairsprayed as you and the girls warmed up. You were feeling the pre-show nerves, hands shaking as you reapplied your gloss. And you could hear the crowd, even behind the closed door.
Perrie was glued to her phone again, like she'd been all day. Every time you'd asked who she was texting, she would say 'Alex' but never what it was about. Of course, you never asked, as you didn't want to know. To calm your nerves, you posted a picture you took earlier of the empty stage during sound check. And within seconds, Mason had liked it.
You'd been admiring from afar, sometimes liking his photos and voting on his story polls. He was so hot, anyone on Earth could admit it, but you didn't have the guts to say anything. Especially not since your breakup, you felt like relationships weren't meant for you.
You'd gone from a nervous mess, to being on top of the world on stage. You were dancing with your bandmates, singing to your fans, and enjoying the atmosphere of the O2. Between Break Up Song and Sweet Melody, Perrie had given you a glance, gesturing down to the very front row. And upon looking, you saw Alex beside none other than Mason Mount. You had lost your breath, turning around to compose yourself, before the song started playing again. And you felt yourself performing differently, you felt more confident, you knew Mason was watching you.
After the show, the boys had come backstage, sitting in the dressing room and talking to you all. You had felt nervous in the presence of Mason, and the feeling was mutual. The girls and Alex had eventually disappeared to the catering room, as you were often the last to finish getting unready.
"You're a great performer," Mason complimented you, and you were blushing as you tied your hair up.
"Thank you," you replied, "my dad's a big fan of Chelsea, so I guess I could say the same about you. He's always saying you're Chelsea's starboy." The two of you laughed, and you felt yourself becoming a lot more comfortable in his presence.
You'd been ready to leave for almost half an hour, but you and Mason were lost in conversation, talking on your way to the taxi. But you didn't want it to end, ever. You wanted to keep talking to Mason.
"You have my number now, so text me when you want. Maybe we can talk over lunch when you're free?" Mason suggested, and you tried everything to keep calm, and just smiled at him.
"Sounds great."
#mason mount one shot#mason mount fanfic#mason mount imagine#mason mount#money mase#mase#mason mount blurb#mason mount smut#mason mount x reader#mason mount request#mm19
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New Year’s Eve Drabbles 2020
Fandoms: Jumanji, Rise of the Guardians, Ben 10 Alien Force, Maleficent, the Hunger Games
Note: Happy New Year! Here’s to hoping 2021 is a little kinder. I did a set of New Year’s Eve drabbles a few years ago and it was a lot of fun, so here you go! I hope you like them!
Warnings: Hunger Games spoilers
Alex “Seapilot” Vreeke x Reader
Word Count: 0.4k
The idea of a new year, admittedly, made Alex a little nervous. It was only a few months before that you had found your way into Jumanji with your new friends, rescued Alex, and brought him with you to modern day. And the six of you had figured: What better way to celebrate the new year than to have a little party?
So, you’d helped Bethany and Martha get the living room of Bethany’s house ready while Spencer, Fridge, and Alex picked up pizza, snacks, and drinks. You set some party favors out on the table. There were cute glasses proclaiming the new year, noise makers, candy, streamers, balloons, and some confetti.
When the boys got back, you helped set up the kitchen and Alex walked over to you, helping you unload the pizza and breadsticks and garlic knots. You kept catching him glancing at you, but every time you looked at him, he glanced away nervously, chuckling to himself.
“What?” You asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just…I have this irrational fear that when midnight hits, all of this will go away.” He exhaled a long breath. “And I’ll be there all over again.”
“Hey.” You grabbed his arm, grounding him in the moment. “That’s not gonna happen, alright? You’re not going anywhere, and neither are we.”
“You’re stuck with us, Vreeke.” Fridge said, giving Alex a pat on the shoulder. “Nothin’s gonna happen. It’s over. The game is gone.”
“I know, but…It’s just stuck in my head.”
“It’s gonna be okay, alright? I’ll…” you bit your lip, thinking. “I’ll take your mind off of it.”
“Okay,” He nodded. And he didn’t know exactly what you meant, but he trusted you.
So, when 11:59 rolled around, you walked right over to where Alex was standing, his hands shaking, his eyes fixated on the TV screen, and you cupped his cheeks in your hands, turning his face to yours.
“Stay with me. Stay right here with me.” You whispered to him, your eyes focused on his. “No numbers, no countdown, just us. Just you and me.”
“I like the sound of that.” He whispered back, his hands resting on top of yours for a second before sliding down to your waist and tugging you closer.
And so you stayed there, and when the clock struck midnight, your lips met his, soft and sweet and everything he ever dreamed they’d be. When you pulled away, he exhaled a long breath, his eyes sparkling.
“That’s the first time I’ve been kissed in twenty years.” He said softly.
“You want a second one?” You asked.
He didn’t even reply, just pulled you closer and aligned his lips with yours once more.
Jack Frost x Reader
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The relationship you had with Jack was, well, complicated. You were a college student. You’d been friends with Jack for a few years because you were, what he called, the oldest believer. Even long after Santa had stopped bringing you presents, you still believed, and therefore, when Jack had flown past your window one night and your jaw dropped, he decided to loop back around.
The rest was history.
You were at a college party to celebrate the new year, but honestly, you just weren’t feeling it. So, you wandered up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, and opened the window to get some air.
“Oh come on, party girl, tapping out already?” Jack said, floating just outside the window.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood.” He shrugged. “What’s up?”
“New Year’s Eve party.” You told him. “It’s hot down there. And loud.”
Just as you said it, all the people in the lower level of the house started shouting numbers.
“Sounds like it’s almost over, though.” He floated closer and sat on the windowsill. “Hey, uh…” he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, his icy blue eyes landing on yours. “Do you mind if I do something I’ve been wanting to for a really, really long time?”
“What would that be?”
“Well, it’s a surprise.” He tilted his head. “Can you close your eyes?”
And while you knew Jack was a trickster in every meaning of the word, you closed your eyes, waiting in the window, the cold air refreshing on your face and in your lungs. And then, a few moments later, you felt something cold and soft against your lips. You couldn’t help but kiss him back.
Ben Tennyson x Reader
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It was Kevin’s idea to have a little New Year’s Eve party. Of course, it was just the four of you, the team, celebrating. You had been exiled to the back seat with Ben and because you were on patrol, there was no champagne to be had.
Gwen had, however, brought along some plastic wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. It was better than nothing, and though you didn’t admit it, you were glad you were with the other three of them. It was better than spending the night alone.
Kevin drove the car out into the middle of the field and parked, tuning the radio to a New Year’s Eve broadcast. It was then that the four of you split into pairs. Kevin wrapped an arm around Gwen and they stepped off away from you and Ben, who stayed closer to the car.
“Want me to top you off?” He asked, holding up the bottle of sparkling juice.
“Sure, thanks.” You held up your glass and he poured more juice into it.
“A new year, huh?”
“Yeah…” You nodded an took a sip. “Weird.”
“Weird.” He agreed. “I have this weird, funny feeling that things are just gonna get weirder from here on out.”
“It always seems to where the four of us are involved.” You chuckled, sitting on the front of Kevin’s car.
Ben joined you.
You motioned to Kevin and Gwen, off in their own little world. “They’re good together, you know?”
“They are.” Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s weird too, but…it’s getting less weird.”
“Mmhmm.” You nodded. You sighed and looked up at the stars. There were so many. So many planets and solar systems and galaxies in the vast, vast universe spread out before you. “It’s gorgeous.”
“It is.” He agreed, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you.
About twenty minutes later, the countdown started. You’d never had feelings for Ben. You didn’t know why. He was cute, he was confident, and yet, you’d never felt anything romantic for him. Well, until tonight. When the countdown got dangerously low, he looked at you and you looked at him and it just…clicked.
So, under the sparkling stars, side by side, you brought in the New Year with Ben Tennyson, his lips interlocked with yours.
Diaval x Reader
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You had to hand it to her, Maleficent threw quite the party. It was the eve of the new year, and to celebrate, Maleficent had called together all of the people of Aurora’s kingdom and all the fae of the Moors.
You were an enchantress from the kingdom, someone who was magical, but unaccustomed to the woods. You were wearing a fine silver gown made of silk and a moonstone circlet around your head. In your hand, you held a goblet of champagne, and as you walked through the forests, which were lit up with the gentle glowing magic of the creatures who inhabited it, you couldn’t help but be amazed by their beauty and grace.
You continued through the Moors and, inevitably, ran into a tall stranger. Quite literally. You found yourself standing right in front of a tall man with dark hair hanging in his face. It took you a moment to recognize him. This was Diaval, Maleficent’s companion and shapeshifter.
“Pardon me, didn’t see you there.” You apologized.
“I blend into the dark, I’m afraid.” He chuckled. It was true, with his dark hair, dressed in all black, he did indeed blend in with the shadows.
“No harm done.” You smiled. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Of the (L/N) house?” He asked, his eyes widening. “You’re the enchantress.”
“I am.” You nodded, smiling softly.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, taking your hand in his and raising it to his lips. “Maleficent has mentioned introducing the two of us, but she’s been…busy, it seems.”
“I can imagine taking care of two kingdoms would be quite the task,” you mused softly. “Well, the pleasure is mine, Diaval. I will admit, your abilities are intriguing to me.”
“Oh. They’re not mine. It’s Maleficent’s magic that granted me this form. Usually, I’m a raven.” He admitted, a sheepish smile finding his face.
“Fascinating.” You said, your eyes alight with awe. “Well, Diaval, what do you say to accompanying me for the evening?”
He slipped his arm through yours, his dark eyes sparkling and a promise written in his smile. “I’d be honored.”
Peeta Mellark x Reader
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Another New Year’s Eve alone with your books. You couldn’t complain, though. It was quiet. It was nice. It was you, the TV, your cat, and the Hunger Games books. Specifically, you were reading the first book, starting the series over again for what felt like the thirtieth time. Your books were very worn, the spines cracked beyond repair. You loved them and everything they stood for.
So, you opened the cover and pulled the bookmark out. You were nearing the end of the games. Peeta was hiding from the careers somewhere while Katniss took care of Rue. And when she died, as she always did, you cried. A few of your tears landed on the page of the book, and when the third tear landed on the paper, you heard a thud in your kitchen.
Looking up, you searched the room for your cat, but you spotted him on the chair across from you, notably, not making a mess in the kitchen. So, slowly, you walked through your apartment until you reached the doorway of the kitchen. You thought maybe one of your barstools had fallen over or something. But no, sitting in the middle of your kitchen, a shocked look on his face and a large gash on his leg, was none other than Peeta Mellark, right down to the District 12 jacket and the Josh Hutcherson face.
“What the fuck.”
“Is this…Where…where am I?”
“In my kitchen. In my apartment. Are you…You’re Peeta Mellark.”
“How did I get here?”
“I don’t know.” You shook your head. You looked at his leg, the shock of a fictional character sitting in your kitchen wearing off when you realized he was injured and bleeding pretty badly. “Shit, you’re bleeding! Um, I’ll get a first aid kit. Stay right here.”
You ran to your bathroom and back, carrying your first aid kit. He was lucky you knew your shit. He was also lucky he’d landed there before it got too badly infected.
“What district is this?” He asked, looking around your apartment, still sitting on your tile floor. “Where am I?”
“Peeta, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You sat down and opened your first aid kit, pulling out some ointment and bandages. “This isn’t one of the districts. This is another…world? Reality? I don’t know the terminology, but…”
“What do you mean?”
“Once I patch you up I will try to explain everything, okay?” You applied some hydrogen peroxide to his cut and then put ointment on it, wrapping it up in bandages. “Is that too tight?”
“No, it’s fine. Thank you.” His eyes were grateful, but you could tell he was still shaken up.
You helped him to his feet and he limped to the living room with his arm over your shoulder for support. Once you got him settled in a chair, you walked back out to the kitchen and got him a glass of water and the leftover half of a Subway sandwich that was in your fridge. You were planning on eating it for lunch the next day, but he needed it more than you did.
“You must be starving. Here.”
“Thank you so much.” He said, taking an eager few gups of water. You knew he was definitely dehydrated. “I’m pretty sure this is just some amazing dream.”
“It might be.” You shook your head, chuckling to yourself. “I don’t know how to explain this to you, but, here…” You handed him all three of the Hunger Games books and watched his face as he looked them over, curious but sullen.
“This…this is a joke, right? I’m not…this is…how…?”
“I don’t know either. But, um, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Or as long as you want to. I can’t imagine going back to a place like that. To the games…”
“You’ve read these a lot, huh?” He noticed how beat-up they were and looked up at you. “Why?”
“They give me hope. Things are pretty bad in my country right now, and it gives me hope that even though things are bleak, they can get better.”
“So they do get better?”
“They will, Peeta. It’ll get worse first, but they will get better.”
He smiled a soft but painfilled smile.
Your TV announced that the new year had arrived, and when you looked, it was indeed midnight.
“Happy New Year,” you said quietly.
He nodded and let out a long sigh before repeating, “Happy New Year.”
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Me and You
(Luke Patterson x Reader) (Julie and the Phantoms)
Word Count: 1.6K
~Master~
A/N: Alrighty! So this is my first time writing for JATP! I tried y’all, I did, let me know what you think and if I should write more at some point cause I’m curious now lmao.
This was mainly written for me, I’ll be honest.
@hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis YOUR MOVE...
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The constant strumming of Luke’s guitar as he practiced kept pulling your attention away from the book in front of you, one you snagged from Julie’s bookshelf. You were almost done with it, but you preferred to read in silence, something you couldn’t do with Mr. Rockstar over there.
“Must you practice when I’m trying to read?” You groaned, tossing your head back on the couch you were laying across as you stared up at the ceiling.
Luke just laughed, strumming a chord on his guitar that he’d been trying out for ages now. “Must you read when I’m trying to practice?” You shot him a look but Luke only smirked at you, making you only slightly annoyed.
“You always do this.” You said, rolling off the couch and coming to lean over the piano. “Ever since we were young, it was always you playing when I read.” Luke could tell you weren’t mad at him or upset from the small smile on your face as you picked up the paper in front of him. “New song?”
Luke nodded, leaning on his elbow on the piano as he looked at you. Your eyes were reading the paper, slowly mouthing the words as your lips slowly curled up in a smile. Luke licked his lips, never looking away from you as he cleared his throat. “Wanna give it a go?”
You had to keep from laughing at Luke’s offer. “Thanks, but I’m good. I think I’ll leave the singing to Julie and you.” you started to walk away but Luke grabbed your hand before you could, giving you a dimply smile that you knew you couldn’t say no to.
“Come on, Y/N. I haven’t heard you play and sing in a while.” He pushed the sheet music towards you. “Just give it a go.” You took a deep breath, staring at him as he squeezed your hand. You hated playing in front of people, and Luke knew that, but he also knew you were comfortable with him. If you were going to sing in front of anyone, it would be him.
You sighed, nodding your head and smiling. Luke playfully cheered as you laughed. You grabbed the paper, sitting down in front of the piano as Luke sat next to you, holding his guitar so it wouldn’t hit you. “You sure about this?” you asked, seeing Luke roll his eyes. He took your hands and put them on the piano.
“Play.” He said, nudging you gently. Before you could doubt yourself, you started playing the first few notes of Stand Tall. Luke watched you play, a smile budding at his face as he listened. It had been so long since he heard you play, even longer since he heard you sing. He missed it.
Luke waited, hearing you play the intro again and again, but you never sang. Instead, you stopped playing, letting out a small sigh as your hands fell to your side. “I can’t.”
“It’s just us.” He whispered, grabbing your hand again. He brought your hands to the piano, placing his on top. Goosebumps tickled your skin as you turned your head, finding Luke closer than he was before. His eyes met yours as he pressed your fingers down, hearing the notes play as you both stayed looking at each other. When you didn’t start singing, Luke played the intro again, and again as he smiled at you. “It’s just me and you, you can do it.”
You nodded, finally looking away as you felt Luke’s hand remove themselves, but he didn’t scoot back. You took a deep breath. “Don’t blink, No I don’t want to miss it” you sang out beautifully as Luke’s heart soared, hearing your slight wobble before you found your confidence and your smile slowly grew on your face. “One thing and it’s back to the beginning, ‘cause everything is rushing in fast, keep going on, never look back,” Luke joined you in the next verse, helping you with the song as he played his guitar. Neither one of your smiles faded until the last notes rang out in the air, ending the song and leaving you both in a perfect silence.
Luke pushed himself off the piano bench you were sharing, spinning around before reaching forwards and grabbing your hands, pulling you up as well. “That was amazing. Y/N!” He cried out, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you in the air. You laughed at his actions and threw your arms around his neck, one of your hands finding his hair when you buried your head into his shoulder. When Luke finally put you down, your bodies were pressed together and Luke’s hold on you didn’t loosen.
You were well aware of Luke’s hands holding you close and your own that threaded so neatly in his hair. His eyes met yours and your breath hitched. “Thank you.” you whispered, seeing Luke’s eyes flicker down briefly before locking on yours again.
“I knew you could do it.” He brought a hand up to cup your cheek. You knew that look in his eye. He leaned in, pulling your face closer as you let your eyes close and your lips hit. It took years and even dying for you to manage to kiss Luke, but it was worth it. He kissed you deeply, pouring every feeling he had into it as you did the same. When you pulled away, Luke’s hand stayed on your cheek, both of you never leaving each other’s embrace.
You furrowed your brows, biting your lip as Luke asked what was wrong. “You like me?” you asked.
Luke was confused. “Why is that a question?” He laughed and his smile never left his face.
You, however, had no clue what to say. “I just- I can’t believe-“ You stuttered, pulling your gaze away from him. “I never wanted to admit my feelings for you and you not return them.” You admitted. Luke moved your head so you were looking at him again. “I couldn’t handle that.”
“You didn’t think I like you?”
“Do you?” you laughed out, trying to hold in your insecurities.
Luke quickly caught on to how you were thinking, believing there was no way that he truly liked you. “Y/N, I’ve been in love you since we were 14 and you spilled your lunch all over me at my house.”
Your eyes went wide, heat moving up your cheeks as you closed your eyes tight, taking a moment before opening them again. “That’s when you realized you were in love with me?!” you cried out as Luke and you burst into laughs, yours out of embarrassment and his out of amusement.
You tried to hide your face, but Luke wouldn’t let you, moving your hands away from your face so he could see you again. “No, I wasn’t smart enough for that.” He said and you snorted, fully believing him. “I figured that out later, but it was when I started thinking of you as maybe more than a friend.”
You nodded your head, tangling your hands with his. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been in love with you about that time too.” You admitted as Luke let out a sigh of relief, leaning forward to meet your lips again, but before he could, you were interrupted.
“Woah.” Reggie said Alex and him popped into the room, standing on the other side of the piano as Luke and you subconsciously took a step apart.
“Oh, don’t stop on our account.” Alex said jokingly as he leaned forwards on the piano, making you both share embarrassed looks.
“We weren’t-“
“Yeah, we were just-“
Luke and you said at the same time, but neither of you had a real excuse. Instead, you just looked at him and shrugged.
“We’re dating.”
Alex and Reggie laughed at Luke and your perfectly timed proclamation. “Yeah, it’s about time.” Alex joked again as you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, it only took what, 4, 5 years?” Reggie asked rhetorically as Luke forced a smile, tossing the pillows that were on the couch at them both as you laughed. They both caught the pillows, but only after it smacked them in the faces.
“Alright, alright!” Alex said loudly over everyone’s laughter. You quieted down, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Seriously guys, we’re happy for you both.”
“Yeah,” Reggie continued, nodding. “You guys are good for each other.” He admitted and you felt Luke’s arm swing over your shoulder and bring you into his side and kissing your temple. You giggled, wrapping your arms around Luke just in time for Julie to walk in and see.
“No way!” She shouted, glancing between you and Luke. You smiled at her, knowing she knew all about your crush on Luke for a while now. “You’re dating!” Her reaction made you laugh and you wish you were able to hug her, but since you were a ghost, it wasn’t possible. Instead, you settled for watching her being excited and feeling Luke’s chest rumble as you hugged him.
“I think Julie wins best reaction.” You whispered to Luke as he nodded, leaning down to peck your lips as Julie squealed louder.
“Okay!” You called over her, a small chuckle in your words as she quieted down but still remained giddy. “You guys have to practice!” you reminded them, seeing nods around the room as you moved away from Luke, holding his hand until you couldn’t reach him anymore and fell onto the couch.
Everyone moved to their instruments, but Luke, who still had his guitar on him from playing earlier, just watched you, seeing you and Julie exchange silent cheers before the singer was finally ready to practice. You picked up your book, beginning to read again as the band practiced. You kept sneaking glances up at Luke, who was definitely still looking at you. The music did make it difficult to focus on reading, but with your boyfriend preforming right in front of you, who would want to concentrate on reading anyway?
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willex + flowers :))
Alex keeps a lot of things on his fanny pack.
There are band aids and an inhaler and candy that's been expired for more than twenty years. There's a cool rock he found when he was twelve he doesn't want to get rid of and a packet of chewing gum he can't eat anymore and confetti he picked up from a pride parade.
Lately though, his danny pack's full of old, fragile flowers that Willie somehow gets him.
"There's this cool flower shop near the beach," he had explained, twirling a rose in his hands. "And they do cool bouquets but a bunch of loose flowers end up on the floor- all cut and dirty and I kind of feel bad for them."
Alex had smiled fondly, laughing a little and taking the flower from Willie's hands.
"You feel bad for the flowers?"
"It's like they're being- thrown away, just because they're not pretty enough or big enough to sell- that's not fair. I've been picking them up for years, and now I finally have someone to give them to."
Alex had felt like his heart was slowly melting, warm, sweet feelings running through his veins.
"Oh. Thanks, Willie, I love it."
Willie had kissed his cheeks and left, and Alex had stared at the rose until Julie came to get him for band practice.
Since then, Willie shows up with small flowers every few days- tulips and daisies and more roses, orchids and these weird flowers Willie had called alstroemerias.
Alex loves them, and maybe his fanny pack is not the best place to keep them- but in there they're his, only his, little things he can see and touch and smell, that remind him that Willie thinks about him and actually bothers to pick stuff up for him and bring it to him and- well, he does it for Alex.
It's something he never thought he'd get to experience, and when his fanny pack becomes a mess of fallen petals and brown-ish stems, he realizes maybe he should get flowers for Willie too.
He asks Julie about some flower shops he could visit, ones that are not that fancy and where there's people just fixing the arrangements so he can pick up the flowers from the floor before they're swept away.
Julie tells him about the flower shop near the beach, and Alex knows that's the flower shop Willie likes to visit but he's willing to go and see what he can get.
When he poofs to the place, though, Willie's there, picking a bunch of flowers from the floor. Alex laughs, and Willie looks up at him.
"Alex, what are you doing here?" They ask, his hands playing with the bunch of flowers they've picked up.
Alex shrugs. "I was- um- you know. Trying to return the favor."
Willie's wearing a white and yellow tie-dye crop top, which kind of reminds Alex of a daisy, so he picks one up and walks over to him, placing it in Willie's hair, letting his fingers play with some of it.
Willie's smile is flustered and gentle and so- alex doesn't know how to describe it. Soft.
Loving.
"Do you like it?" Alex asks in a whisper, and Willie nods.
"Yeah. I love it." They grab one from his little bunch of them- a pink lily that's been thrown away because the color's probably too bland- and does the same, tucking it over Alex's ear.
"Now we match."
They both laugh, and they spend the rest of the afternoon picking up the flowers the flower artist throws until Alex's fanny pack is overflowing with them.
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Ahsjshd ✨soft flower boys✨
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This fic was supposed to be a bit smaller :P Anyway, this is what I think Jacks family would get him for his birthday!! Enjoy!!
Jack gets up and leaves his room, half asleep, and slowly shuffles into the bunker kitchen.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK!”
Sam, Dean, Cas, Eileen and Mary are all seated at the table with a pile of presents between them. Jack hugs everyone good morning. He sits down between Cas and Dean and Dean insists he opens his first.
Dean gets Jack a record player. “Music sounds so much better this way,” Dean says.
Cas gets Jack a small beehive kit and a book on Bee friendly plants, so he can set up his own small garden out the back of the bunker. “I thought it could be something relaxing we could do together,” says Cas. “It’s perfect,” Jack replies.
Sam’s gift is a box set of Star Wars Encyclopedias. “I thought you might wanna learn more,” says Sam and Jack can’t hide his smile.
Eileen bought a couple of small Star Wars Lego kits and matching PJs. Jack can’t wait to go back to bed and wear them. “You could wear them today if you wanted to,” signs Eileen
Mary’s is last, and it’s a beautiful hunting knife with Jacks name carved into the handle. “Bobby helped,” says Mary.
They all eat breakfast together, chatting idly. They start to clean up, shower and get ready for Jacks party that night.
Jack helps Cas, Mary and Eileen set up decorations, including balloons, streamers and small dinosaur shaped confetti. Sam and Dean cover the food and stock up on ice cream.
Late afternoon comes around and one by one, the rest of their family arrives for dinner.
Bobby’s first to arrive and Jack thanks him for the knife.
Charlie and Stevie come in with wine, juice boxes and a D&D starter kit for Jack. “We’ll both come over and help you set up, ok?” Says Charlie.
Rowena appears, dramatic as usual. She brings a gift for Jack and a bottle a scotch for the adults, which she found in hell. Rowena gets Jack a potions kit that she put together herself and a spell book, which Jack excitedly opens and Sam quickly confiscates. “We’ll look at this tomorrow, ok?” Rowena rolls her eyes at Sam and gives Jack a wink.
Jody, Donna, Claire, Kaia, Alex and Patience all arrive, bringing an apple pie, chocolate brownies and for Jack, an art easel, some paints and paintbrushes. Jack thanks them all and starts brainstorming with the girls about what his first work of art could be. They settle on an abstract piece, which will require Jack to use his fingers.
Gabriel also sent down a box of chocolates from around the world, which Cas eyes suspiciously.
For dinner, Dean does homemade pizzas and much to his disgust, made a pineapple one, which of course is Jacks favourite. And even though Dean grumbled, Jack could see him smiling. Sam covers a few salads, garlic bread and chicken wings. “More sauce on the wings Sammy!” “I’m getting there Dean!”
After dinner, they bring out the desserts and the cake. The cake has bright blue icing and a rainbow of spots across it. And apparently, a nougat centre! Cas puts 4 candles on the cake and takes Deans lighter out of his pocket to light them.
Then everyone sings.
Once finished, Jack looks around at his family and beams. They love him and he loves them. He looks down at the candles and blows them out. He doesn’t even make a wish.
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A Champ and a Superstar [Emily Sonnett x Reader]
requested by anon: could you do a emily sonnett where the reader is her gf and doesn’t play soccer but supports emily and meets the team for the first time :)
You make your way to the private box, guided by a couple of security guards. Taking your seat, you unbutton your black blazer, straighten out your jeans, and take off your sunglasses. You had just arrived at the SheBelieves Cup to watch the US take on Japan, but more importantly, you were there to watch your secret girlfriend, Emily Sonnett.
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For the past six months, you had been on tour all across the country for your first album, only seeing your girlfriend through the screen of your phone. But you had decided that in between shows, you’d stop by to watch and support her. Although you were still a small up and coming artist, your debut album had become increasingly popular in not only the states but around the world; there was even talk of a few Grammy nominees in your near future. Therefore, due to your newfound fame, the overwhelming amount of attention you’d received from the paparazzi, and the fact that you were an extremely private person, you and Emily both decided to keep your relationship under wraps for the time being, only telling your family and your manager.
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It was about twenty minutes before kickoff, when you receive a text from your publicist, letting you know that US Soccer and Fox Sports had found out about your presence and they wanted a quick interview. You sigh and lock your phone, knowing you won’t be able to get out of this one, as you knew your appearance would be a big deal not only because of your ‘celebrity status’ but also because you had been a huge public fan and advocate for the team.
A few moments later, a woman with a microphone and a cameramen enter your box, upon approval of your bodyguard. She explains to you the basic outline of her questions, and then signals for the camera to begin.
“Thanks, Julie. Today, we’re joined by singer and song-writer, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). How are you?”
“I’m doing good. Pretty excited to watch this match and support the team.” You respond with enthusiasm.
“Yes! I’ve seen your tweets. You’re a pretty big fan of the national team. How did that start?”
You continue to answer her questions, varying from your new album to your thoughts on the team. Meanwhile, down on the field, many of the USWNT players had noticed your interview playing on the big screen. Being big fans of you and your music, they were all surprised and freaking out that you were here watching one of their matches.
“Oh my gosh! Is that (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Kelley points.
“Holy crap, it is.” Ashlyn gasps, and Ali rolls her eyes at her wife’s childish behavior, even though she was a huge fan of you herself.
“Her music makes me proud to be gay.” Pinoe smirks triumphantly, proud of the fact that she had been the one to introduce your album to the team.
By now, there were murmurs amongst the team of their favorite new artist sitting in the stands.
Rose pokes Emily on the shoulder, interrupting her juggling session.
“Hey, did you see (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is here?”
Emily immediately lets the ball drop to the ground and turns to her friend, eyes wide open.
“What!?” She exclaims. “She’s here? Like in the stadium?” Why hadn’t you told her you were coming?
“Yes, dummy. Right up there.” Rose points at the big screen, where you were just ending your interview. You give the camera one last smile, before the screen returns to the regular scoreboard.
Emily scans the stadium, searching for you. As soon as she sees you in your box, she finds you’re already looking at her. The defender gives you a small smile before tilting her head sideways, silently asking you what you were doing here. You only smirk and wink at her, before she has to return to the huddle, as the game is about to start.
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You sit back and relax, enjoying the play of both teams, occasionally checking your phone and responding to some emails. You clap and cheer at each of the three goals from the US, finding yourself getting emotional over Christen’s goal. As the game is coming to an end, and the US has clearly won, 3-1, you see Emily waving at you, calling you to come down to the field. You beam with excitement, turning to ask your bodyguard to escort you.
On your way down, you are stopped to sign some autographs and take some pictures, as you were easily recognizable, especially after your interview. But once the final whistle blew and the celebrations began, the crowd’s attention turns elsewhere, focussing on the stage where the award ceremony was starting.
Once the trophy was lifted, the players disperse across the field, some still celebrating with confetti, some taking pictures and interacting with fans, and others greeting friends and family. Emily Sonnett was one of the latter, as she made a beeline for you. You lean down over the railing, as your girlfriend approaches.
“Hey there, champ.”
“Hey there, superstar.” Emily smirks, knowing your disdain for the title. She watches as you roll you eyes, but before you could respond, Emily decides to make a bold move. She reaches up to cup your face, bringing you in for a chaste but sweet kiss. You bring your own hands up to the blondes face, caressing her cheeks, as the two of you pull away. Leaning your forehead against hers, you let out a small giggle.
“Did we just do that?”
Emily hums. “We just came out.”
Your smile widens, finally feeling truly happy.
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While you and Emily were stuck in your own little world, the rest of the USWNT watched on as the defender started talking to you, their jaws dropping, as the two of you kissed.
“Worms! How does your son know (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?!” Alex turned to Kelley, who was just as baffled as everyone else.
“I—I have no clue.” The freckled woman stutters.
“Wow. Sonny has more game than we thought.” Pinoe exclaims, Ashlyn nodding along in agreement, as the team continues to watch you and Emily.
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Your joyful bliss comes to a halt, as you peek over your girlfriend’s shoulder and see all of the players with their eyes on you.
“Ummm… we have a little bit of an audience.” Motioning towards the group of women, disregarding the hundreds of fans in the stadium and the thousands watching on TV.
Emily turns around to face her teammates, cringing at the looks they’re giving her. She looks back at you, nodding her head towards the team.
“You wanna meet them?”
Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets, and a knot forms in your throat. “Um, what?”
“C’mon, they just saw us kiss. They’re gonna wanna meet you.” Emily explains, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You nod in agreement, too nervous to actually speak. You had been a huge fan of this team and many of the players, like Alex Morgan, Christen Press, Megan Rapinoe, and Tobin Heath, since you were a young girl. These women were not only your idols but also some of the most important people in your girlfriend’s life, so it was no surprise that it felt as you were about to throw up your nerves.
Emily guides you down on to the field, your security not far behind, as you make your way towards the locker room. Walking down the hallway, you can hear the familiar tune of your most popular song, “Never Giving Up,” blaring from the room you are about to enter. You feel your face flush in embarrassment upon hearing your own lyrics. Your girlfriend rolls her eyes at her teammates purposeful choice of song, as she runs her hand up and down your back, trying to soothe your nerves.
“Don’t work yourself up, babe. They’re gonna love you. In fact, I’m pretty sure they’re already pretty big fans of yours.” Emily kisses your blushing cheek.
As you enter the USWNT locker room, all conversation quiets, all dancing stops, and the music pauses, as all eyes were now on you. After a moment of silence, with no one really knowing where to begin, you hear Kelley whisper into Alex’s ear.
“Holy crap. That’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N). We’re in the presence of (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Alex gives her best friend a slap on the shoulder, effectively silencing her.
“So you’re all probably wondering how I know (Y/N).” Emily starts, addressing her teammates and even the coaching staff, who are now listening. “Ummm, so here’s the thing… it’s just…I didn’t mean to keep this from you guys… but we agreed to keep it private…so don’t be too upset—”
“We’re dating!” You burst, unable to listen to your girlfriend stumble over her words any longer. At the confirmation of their suspicions, the team is left stunned into silence once again.
Lindsey breaks the stupor first. “Wait, let me get this straight. You, Emily Sonnett, the woman who face planted after tripping over nothing the other day, are dating (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the most popular singer at the moment who is undoubtedly up for a Grammy this year?”
Emily, who had been mentally following her friend’s words and connecting the dots, nods in affirmation. “Yup.” She exclaims, beaming pridefully, as she wraps her arm around your waist, kissing your temple.
“How?” Kelley blurts out, receiving another slap from Alex.
“Hey!” Emily protests, while you let out a snicker, poking your girlfriend’s side.
“Wait!” Ashlyn interrupts, and she narrows her eyes at you. “Even though we are big fans of you, and always have your album playing in the locker room, and we appreciate your support, and you’re part of the gayng…wait… I’m getting off track.” She shakes her head. “What are your intentions with our dear Sonny?” The other women, also curious, turn to you, awaiting your answer.
“Uhhhh… well I… ummm.” You struggle to form a sentence, as the gaze of the twenty-two women, many of whom you look up to, crumbles your confidence. It isn’t until you feel your girlfriend squeeze your waist and give you an encouraging smile that you find the appropriate words.
“I love her.” You state honestly, ignoring the look on Emily’s face, as this is the first time you’re saying those words. “Even though we’ve only been dating for a couple of months, I think I’ve known ever since our first date, despite Em almost ruining it by spilling wine on my dress.” You chuckle fondly at the memory before continuing. “She makes me laugh even when I don’t want to, and she comforts me when I’m sad. I’ve honestly never been happier than when I’m with her.” You reveal, and you take a deep breath. “So I guess my intentions are to love her, and exude the same light in her life as she shines in mine.”
Next to you, you see your girlfriend with misty eyes. She buries her face in your neck, peppering you with many kisses beneath your ear.
“I love you too.” She whispers for only you to hear, as she pulls away to gauge her teammates reaction, hoping for their approval.
“Well no wonder she’s a singer and song writer. That was freaking beautiful.” Ashlyn calls out.
“Yeah. No kidding.” Kelley huffs out, wiping her eyes of what you can’t tell to be real or fake tears.
Megan approaches the front of the room, now standing in front of you. “Thank god you’re a good one, kid. We liked you before, but now we absolutely love you. Some more than others.” She smirks at your girlfriend, before she boasts pridefully, “Y’know I was the one who introduced the team to your album.”
You tuck your head, almost not believing that Megan Rapinoe actually enjoys your music. “Thanks.”
“Well, now that your dating Sonny here, you’re officially part of the fam.” She looks back at her teammates for confirmation. “Right guys?!”
You hear a collection of ‘yes!’, ‘duh!’, ‘hell yeah!’, and ‘of course!’ come from the group of women.
You can’t help but beam at the thought of being accepted by the team.
“Thank you.” You whisper, snuggling further into Emily’s chest.
Looking down at you, she sweeps the hair out of your face. “For what?”
“Loving me.”
She softly grins, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”
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Will you follow through if I fall for you?
Fandom : One Chicago
Word count : 3,485 words
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Previously on this fic : Part 1 🞂 Part 2 🞂 Part 3 🞂 Part 4 🞂 Part 5 🞂 Part 6 🞂 Part 7 🞂 Part 8 🞂 Part 9 🞂 Part 10
Part 11 (FIN)
Jay hangs out at Molly's after a good day at work. The bar is packed with familiar faces from Firehouse 51 and The Med. He sits down at a table with Hailey and Adam, talking about dull things, enjoying his drink.
"Jay, did you ever find out who sent you that box of chocolate on your birthday last month?" Hailey curiously asks him.
"Oh, you mean the one that you and Kim confiscated?" Jay teases her.
"Yeah, yeah, you wouldn't even open it if we didn't force you," Hailey rolls her eyes. "So, did you know who gave it to you?"
Jay's lips twitch with a barely-there smile, "Yeah, I did,"
"Who was it?" Adam asks nosily.
"A friend," Jay replies vaguely.
"You have friends other than us?" Hailey mocks him. "I'm shocked!"
"Hey, I'll have you know, I am a social butterfly. I got friends in many places," Jay points his finger at his coworkers who are busy laughing at him.
Adam sobers up from the laugh first and sees Kelly Severide approaching their table, "Hey, man!"
Kelly grins at Adam and Hailey, "Hey, guys!" before beckons to Jay, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Jay is confused but follows Kelly anyway to a quieter corner of the bar. He waits until Kelly starts to speak. "I'm not sure if you know this, but Y/N will be in town next week," Jay stiffens as he hears his ex's name, but Kelly continues as if he didn't see it. "I know that she made a big mistake, and you probably still hate her," Kelly opens his hands in a placating manner, ".. but I'm not trying to play sides here. It's just.. she asked me to give you this," Kelly pulls an envelope from his jacket pocket. "It's two tickets for their show at Soldier Field next week, including the backstage passes. You can do whatever you want with them, man. If you want to use them, she'll be thrilled. If you want to burn them, she'll understand," He hands the envelope to Jay, who hesitantly takes it. "She's scheduled to arrive on Friday night and supposedly stays at The Langham for the weekend. But she hinted that she will try to crash at my place," Kelly informs him further.
"Why are you telling me this? What do you expect me to do?" bemuses Jay.
"I'm not telling you to do anything. I understand that you have a hard time these past months. But I also know it was not easy for Y/N as well. This might be a chance for you to clear any niggling questions you have." Kelly pats Jay's shoulder before walks out of Molly's.
Jay slowly steps back to their table. Hailey immediately grills him, "What was that about?"
Jay shakes his head to answer his friend, "It's nothing important." He puts the envelope in his back pocket, trying to forget the conversation.
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The days sneak up on Jay. Without him knowing, it's already Saturday evening. He sits on a couch at home, staring at the envelope on the table, thinking about what he should do. He knows what he wants to do, but he is not sure if it's the right thing to do. Jay bounces his foot restlessly before he decides to call Will.
"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Jay asks Will straight away once the call is connected.
Unbothered by Jay's rude manner, Will replies shortly, "Watching Netflix. Why?"
"I need you to go someplace with me," demands Jay.
"I'm on stand by. I cannot go too long or too far away from Med." Will explains.
"I'll drive you with sirens on if they call you. Please, Will?"
Will is never immune to his brother's pleadings, so naturally, he agrees. "Okay, then. When are you going to pick me up?"
"I'm leaving my place now. You go get ready," Jay grabs his keys and walks out to his car.
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Once Will sits comfortably in Jay's car, he begins to ask, "So, where are we going?"
"Soldier Field." he hears Jay's clipped reply. Will starts to put the pieces together when he remembers that alex&y/n playing there tonight. He tries to reconfirm his guess, "Isn't that where..."
"Yep," Jay curtly nods without leaving his gaze from the road.
Will raises his eyebrows, "So you're going to see her?"
"I don't know," Jay shrugs his reply.
Will confronts him further, "Is that why you brought me? To help you decide?"
"No, I asked you to come because I know you're a fan of Y/N and her music," Jay patiently explains his reason.
Will never admits that fact before, but his brother seems to catch it anyway. Jay always tenses up whenever someone mentions his ex's name. Thus Will thought it's wiser to leave him be. But this time, it's Jay who chose to bring it out.
"But I told you before, I won't go to see the show," Will tries to remind Jay. He wants Jay to understand that he is here for his brother.
Instead, Jay tells him, "I know. That's why I brought you."
Will sighs loudly, "You're so confusing."
Stopping at an intersection, Jay grins widely at Will, "Just enjoy it, man."
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The first time Jay opens the envelope is in front of an usher who stands by the entrance gate. He shows the tickets to him and lets the usher guides them to the Guest Check-In area.
"Where did you get those tickets? Did Y/N give you that?" Will asks Jay as they stand in front of the check-in booth. Jay simply ignores Will's interrogations.
"Hello, good evening. May I see your tickets and ID, please?" greets the young man behind the booth. Jay silently gives the tickets and his driving license to the man. He checks them for a moment then input something on a laptop in front of him. Soon he returns Jay's ID back along with two gold wristbands. "Here's your wristband. Please tighten it on your hand, so you don't lose it," He pulls out a colorful map and circles several spots as he details further, "You can access the Guest Area here, on the east side of VIP seats. To access the backstage, you need to go to the north side area and ask the officials there for the backstage entrance. Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?"
"No, thank you." Jay folds the map and puts it in his back pocket.
The man smiles politely and bids them goodbye, "Have a good time, Mr. Halstead."
The sky looks clear, tints in beautiful orange as the sun just set. They quickly find the Guest Area and the VIP seats. The seats are on an elevated section, which definitely gets a better view of the stage. The stage is dark now, but Jay can see it's bustling with some preparation. The Guest Area looks inviting. It has a private bar and a few food stalls. "This is very nice," remarks Will as he takes in his surrounding. He almost sounds impressed until he remembers from whom Jay got the tickets. "Nope. I ain't falling for this stunt! Does she think these extravagant things could lead her back to you?" Will shakes his head and declares passionately. He sulks on his way to find a spot with the perfect view of the stage.
Smirking at Will's antic, Jay pacifies his brother, "I think she just wants us to have a good time,"
Before Will can respond, the stage suddenly lit up. Laser and neon lights shine blindingly. In front of the stage, the crowd starts to clap and yell excitedly. As the intro begins to play, Jay looks down at the sea of people below him, shouting Alex's and your name.
"What's up, Chicagooooooo!" Alex cheers as he shows up on the stage, then soon followed by you. The crowd goes even wilder. You and Alex open with the first song, jumping lightly to the beat. Between a gap to the second song, Alex greets the crowd. "Chicago! It's so good to be here tonight" He leaves the beat playing in the background. "It is even better to have my best friend here with me. Would you please make some noise for Y/N!" The crowd hoots loudly. You answer them with a grin and a quick wave. "I hope you're also having the best time with your friends. Or maybe even make new friends. So now, let's party!!" Alex puts the microphone down and begins to play the next song. You and Alex play together for about 30 minutes before Alex leaves the stage. You keep the crowds going with your songs and remixes.
"Is it just me, or she doesn't look like she's enjoying it?" Will yells at Jay's ear. The music is so loud, it's practically impossible to speak over the thumping beats and sing-along crowd. Jay also notices the same thing Will said. It was really subtle. The crowd probably won't see it. But since Jay solely pays his attention to you, he can see that you're looking a bit tired. After another 30 minutes passed, Alex comes back on stage as you go off.
Alex plays solo for about 45 minutes before you come back to the stage. They play together again for a few songs until Alex grabs the microphone, "This is our last ten minutes... We are alex&y/n. We hope you enjoyed our music tonight... You guys are fucking amazing! We love you!" The crowds shout back in response.
When they reach the outro, Alex helps you get up on the table before getting himself up. Both of you bow and send air kisses goodbye to the crowds. The confetti bursts on the stage as fireworks explode beautifully to the sky. Soon as the last note goes, Alex jumps down from the table and helps you down. The stage then goes completely dark again. The crowds start to break. Some move away slowly from the stage. Others decide to sit in front of the stage and wait for the next act.
Will nudges Jay and asks, "You're gonna use that backstage pass?"
"No. Let's just go home," Jay sounds certain, but his eyes don't leave the dark stage, as if he still can see you there.
"They are actually amazing," Will comments about the show as Jay drives him back to his place. "I mean, I know they sound good. But the show was apparently better. Thank you for taking me tonight, bro."
"You know you can talk to her, right? You don't have to avoid her for me," Jay tells his brother.
Will clasps his hand on Jay's shoulder. "I know. But you're my brother. She hurts you. I'm not ready to forgive her yet."
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After you get off the stage, it doesn't take long for the entourage to leave the venue. Alex is whining that he's hungry. The time just passed 11 PM, so you take them to one of your favorite late-night eateries in Chicago. You also pick this place because it's only three blocks from Kelly's home. Thus, once everyone is done eating, they drop you off at Kelly's before they go back to the hotel.
Kelly knows that you're coming, so he's not surprised when he hears knocks on his door at 1 AM. But you are the one who is surprised when you see some folks from Firehouse 51 there. You hang out with them, talking and laughing until almost dawn. Some of them decide to go home. Others prefer to catch a wink before leaving. The sleeping arrangement becomes a challenge when there are more people than available beds. You finally get to shut your eyes on Kelly's couch just as the sun rises.
The persistent knocks on the door wake you up from your slumber. Half asleep, you come to the door, expecting Sylvie or Joe coming with brunch since they chose to go home last night.
When the door is opened, you blink a few times, not trusting your eyes. Is that really.. "Jay?" you whisper cautiously, wondering if you're still dreaming.
"Hi, Y/N," Jay lets out a nervous smile. You stare at each other for a while, uncertain of what to say. Before Jay gestures to the door, "May I come in?"
"Uhm, yeah, sure. Please. Come in," You stammer as you open the door wider to let Jay in. When you remember that you're still in your sleepwear of a tank top and cotton shorts, you insecurely put on a sweatshirt from your duffel near the couch.
You see Jay looking around the living room. It isn't messy, but it isn't exactly pristine either. They did bare minimum clean-up before went to bed, but you still can see remnants of the get-together. "Did you sleep there?" Jay refers to the unmade couch.
You let out a small giggle as you walk to the kitchen to make coffees, "Drew a short stick on the sleeping arrangement,"
Jay laughs at you, "Why did you sleep on a couch when you have a heavenly bed at the Langham?"
You're a bit surprised that Jay knew where you should've stayed, "Huh, guess Kelly told you that?" The question feels a bit rhetorical, so you don't expect Jay to give any response. "Would you like a cup?" You offer Jay, gesturing to the brewing coffee when he follows you to the kitchen.
"Please," Jay nods then sits on the chair by the counter. Both of you stay silent as you prepare the coffee. You wonder why Jay is here, but you are afraid to ask. When the coffee's brewed, you fix Jay's cup first and hand it to him before filling yours. "Thanks," Jay says as he accepts the cup. You stay on the other side of the counter as you sip into your cup. You feel like saying something, but you don't know what. Should you ask what's Jay doing here? Would Jay accept if you apologize to him again?
After a few awkward seconds, Jay speaks first. "Your show last night was great. Even got Will to jump and dance,"
That actually surprises you, "You came?"
"Of course we did. Will is a fan of yours." He says like it's a fact. Like it's the only reason he came.
You scoff your disagreement, "Right, I doubt that Will is a fan of me,"
"Will likes your music." Jay differs.
"Now that is something I can believe. But I'm pretty sure Will still hates me," you chuckle despairingly.
Jay takes his time to counter your claim, "Will doesn't hate you. He just... felt like he should. Because of me."
"What about you?" you hesitantly ask. "I understand if you're still mad at me. I just wish I can do something to fix it.."
When Jay gives no answer, you kick yourself in your head, thinking you've really screwed this up.
"When are you leaving?" Jay asks instead after a minute pause. You can hear the imply "again" at the end of the question.
Softly sigh to your coffee cup, you reply, "Monday morning." You see Jay nodding as a sign that he hears you, but he doesn't say anything. "I... might come back here in about three months?" It was intended as information, but your apprehensive voice made it sound like you're asking for his permission instead of letting him know.
Jay tilts his head, looking a bit curious, "For work?"
You take a deep breath before saying, "For you." Your gaze doesn't waver from his face. "If you can somehow forgive me and give me a second chance?" Jay locks eyes on you. His lips stay closed, but his eyes demand more explanation.
"I... realized that what I feel about you is a real deal. These past 8 months, I've been running away, trying to distract myself from my regret. I went back to Amsterdam, thinking I was gonna go home, but instead, it felt like I was walking away from home..."
"But you got your family, friends there. Your job is there. That's the reason you gave me when you left." Jay points out. He doesn't raise his voice, but you hear his upset loudly.
"Yes, they are. But I was too blind to see that I got similar things here as well. That I also have family and friends here.. Amsterdam doesn't feel the same anymore, with the fact that I left my heart here..."
Jay looks doubtful over your words. "I don't understand why you want to do that. How about your work? You're just growing a new career, and I know it's doing very well,"
"No, I don't think I can do it any longer. I hate being on stage. I got these next three months to finish alex&y/n gigs, then I stop touring. Go back to writing and producing behind the stage, which I still love to do. I could do that from anywhere. Might need to travel once in a while, but I believe I can base here."
Jay stays quiet for a moment. You feel your heart beating fast, waiting for his next words, which turn out to be another question. "If I say no, are you not gonna come and stay?"
Your face was crestfallen, your throat felt dry. Thoughts ran around in the back of your mind. If you stay here, you'd be closer to Jay. But if he doesn't want to forgive you, would staying still be better than being far away from him? "I... probably still come back and stay in Chicago." you finally answer him.
A ringing phone interrupts the heartfelt conversation before Jay gives you any response. He picks up his phone without stepping away from you. "Yeah? Okay. Give me 15 minutes." He says to whomever on the phone. Once the call ends, Jay stands up from his seat, "I gotta go."
"Work?" You pry.
"No. It's Hailey. She asks me to go with her for lunch," Jay explains.
"Oh.." Now you really look pathetic. Jealous for someone dear to Jay? Yeah, you certainly are a mess now.
You follow Jay, who already moves to the front door. As he opens the door to let himself out, Jay pauses to look at you. "It's good to see you, Y/N." He sounds so sincere.
You smile softly at him, "Yeah, Jay. It's good to see you too."
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"So you went to see her? Why?" Hailey exclaims. She cannot comprehend the reason Jay still wanted to meet his ex.
Jay shrugs. "I just... I don't know. I thought if I talked to her, then I would be able to let go and move on."
"And? Could you now?" Hailey confronts him.
"No. It made me miss her more." Jay admits.
Hailey scorns her friend's confession. "You're not even trying to move on, Jay."
"Maybe. I don't know if I want to though," Jay looks out to the street through the cafe's window.
"She's going to leave again. Break your heart again. Is that what you want?" Hailey tries to make Jay sees the real possibility here.
Jay doesn't give her any response. Without Hailey's reminder, he already thought and feared about the same things.
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"I have to state that this is an absolute misconduct." Hailey declares furiously from the passenger seat. "And I'm still thinking that you're making a wrong choice here."
It's Monday morning. Hailey should've been suspicious when Jay handed her a cup of coffee and a bag of pastry from her favorite bakery. Now they are gunning down to the charter terminal at Chicago Midway as if they're chasing a perp who tries to escape the country. Jay glances at Hailey and smirks, "Your complaint has been received and noted."
Jay turns his focus back on the road. He has been informed where the plane is gonna be. When he finds it, Jay sees you and your team walk to a G5 that's being prepared for their flight.
Jay brakes his car harshly. The loud screeching sound makes you pause and look at the source of the noise. Jay jumps out of the car and approaches you. He sees the surprised look on your face when you realize that he's here. You slowly walk towards Jay, gaping at him but utter no words.
"There months, you say?" Jay asks you with a heavy breath.
You answer wordlessly with a nod, not getting where Jay's going with this.
"I could wait for three months. Or more. As long as you come back to me." Jay tells you seriously.
"Yeah?" You stutter, eyes wide in surprise. "You sure?"
"Never been surer about anything else in my life," Jay states confidently. He sees your face beams, then it turns into a wide grin. Before he knows it, he has you in his arms, squealing happily.
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I'm a day late, but 'New Year’s Day’ by Taylor Swift never ceases to make feel all of the things when I hear it, and that is what this short piece is inspired by.
Their spacious apartment is brimming with people tonight. Friends, friends of friends, a scant few family members- not nearly enough to make it feel like home, to make it feel like Stockholm. It's where they usually prefer to spend the thirty-first of December each year- and she is dismayed to find herself longing for it, but this year, the decision to stay tucked away in their borough of the City had been a mutual one.
He has been the heartbeat of the festivities this evening; an assortment of comfort food from Sweden which he spent the last day cooking, and some of her favourite snacks, lay in an array of dishes on the wooden dining room table, which guests peruse at their own leisure. An ancient tabby- one that she had rescued from the dank alleyway behind a bar a couple of years ago, winds its way through tangles of pant-suited and stockinged legs, blissfully oblivious to the raucous that is about to ensue. His yellowed eyes are keen and utterly uncaring, and she longs to follow him to the bedroom at the end of the hall, where she will lay down with him on the bed, her fingers lost in oceans of soft, ginger fur. What she really wants is to wake up hours from now to the notion that her home is void of people again, the first of January- and the rest of the year, laid out before her like a blank canvas.
“You have a beautiful home,” Someone tells her as they pass by on their way to the snack table.
She means to tell them thank you, but they have already moved on to someone else.
Clocking the watch face on the underside of her wrist, she takes note that they are fifteen minutes away from the countdown and a sigh of relief exits her parted lips in the form of a small puff of air. She couldn't be sure when the switch had occurred, but at some point, being around large crowds of people began to deplete her energy in ways she could never have fathomed before. Where she once thrived on the presence of many people, of myriads of conversations, it now exhausted her to every extent.
A pair of arms, warm and utterly familiar in their touch circle her waist and Alexander drops his chin to the curve in her shoulder, his breath fanning out over her neck in warm waves. “Have you eaten anything tonight, kid?”
She smiles and juts her chin toward the laden food table. “I ate my weights worth in toast Skagen about an hour ago.”
“That’s what its there for,” He laughs.
She turns in his embrace and cocks her head to the side, studying his features. There are no readily telltale signs that he misses Sweden as much as she does, but she knows him better than that. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She asks, mildly.
Alexander grins wide and nods his head, his glassy orbs slightly bloodshot and unfocused, the glass clutched in his grasp is a mere sip away from being void of wine completely.
“Can I tell you something?” She asks.
He nods his head.
“You have to come closer though,” She whispers.
Alexander offers her another wide beam, closing the distance between them again and bends his head low so that she can tell him what she needs to say. “I love you, Alex.”
He pulls away from her, a shyness she hasn’t been privy to in years- and a gruff laugh bubbles up from his throat as he circles his arms around her waist again, ever tighter. “I love you too, kid.”
Ten minutes lapse, and she decides at the last minute to head to the balcony to ring in her new year. She loses herself in the noise of the City around her, in the cacophony of other people’s celebrations. Though its loud, it’s nothing compared to the inside of her apartment and she allows herself a deep breath of fresh air. December (or is it January now?) chill stings her cheeks, makes her feel more alive than anything behind her- save for maybe Alexander, ever did. She can hear them inside now- the choir-like chant of a myriad of voices counting down the final seconds of the year. The balcony door opens, and with it a rush of warm air, and Alexander appears beside her, sporting a headband with golden stars on springs that depict the new year, and flop around merrily in the wind. Wordlessly, he adorns her with the same headband and places two glass atop the metal railing.
“It’s almost time, kid.”
He pops a bottle of Veuve Clicquot on five, and pours for them, the distinctive orange label nostalgic to her in every way. She views him in the scattered lighting around them, clad in a crisp, white button-up, black pressed trousers and multi-coloured socks. Taking a sip of the effervescent alcohol, she revels in the tickle of the bubbles on her tongue, and in the slight sting as they slide down her throat and warm in her belly. The muffled notes of one of their guests inebriated version of Auld Lang Syne can be heard through crevices in the windows and door.
“Three… two… one… Happy New Year!”
He reaches for her then, pulls her frame against his and kisses her like it’s the last time he’ll ever have the pleasure. When he breaks away, they are both breathless and grinning.
“Happy new year, kid.” He murmurs.
Another gust of warm air, as someone steps onto the balcony with them, brandishing a polaroid camera. “Smile, you two!”
Doing as he’s told, Alexander slings an arm around her shoulder, pulling her back into the warmth of his chest. They pose for the shot together and she does smile, and it is genuine.
Their home is void of the last straggler around one o’clock in the morning, the only indications that they were there at all, are in the scattered wine glasses, polaroid photos, and confetti littering the hardwood floor- talismans of a night well spent. She knows it all needs to be dealt with, but the hour is nigh, and her bathtub calls out to her like a siren song. Alexander follows her to the washroom down the hall, where nimble fingers work the zipper down her dress, where she sheds the useless material with an inaudible sigh of relief. She gets the tub running while he disposes of his own clothing, and sidles in to the near-scalding water with a very audible sigh of relief.
Alexander settles in a few seconds later, eyes fluttering shut as he sinks into the blissfully warm, sudsy water before her.
They are quiet as they revel in their first few minutes of aloneness and utter silence, and when his eyes fall open again, he is grinning sleepily.
She quirks an eyebrow in question. “What?”
“You have a piece of confetti on your cheek.” He reaches toward her, a dripping finger brushes the shiny piece of plastic away from her face, leaving a miniscule trail of lavender-scented suds in its wake.
They regard each other with an intensity usually only reserved for painfully intimate times, though she reckons it doesn’t get much more intimate than a bubble bath with your lover. Neither of them feel composed to say much- one of things she loves about him (and there are lots) is that the silence never feels imposing.
He reaches for her hand, takes it in his and brings it to his lips, indifferent to the suds that now gather on them.
“I am eternally grateful for you, kid. For our home, for the cantankerous feline that takes up just the right amount of space, for our life together.”
He squeezes her hand thrice beneath the water.
I love you...
Melancholy- caused by the imminent passage of time, had packed ice around her heart all evening, and now, in it’s place, a warmth gleaned from his words and from the tender way he’s looking at her right now, helps to thaw it out. She takes a deep breath and smiles at him, the promise of looming adventures, of boundless laughter to be had with him, warms her heart ever further.
“Happy new year, Alex. I can't wait to see what this year brings us."
#new years melancholy is real and its a bitch#alex sstuff#alexander skarsgard#alexander skarsgard x reader#alexander skarsgard imagines#writing#drabble#fluff
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Ghost - Luke Patterson x Reader
Warnings: Fluff , Juke isn’t a thing here
Words: 1166
Summary: Luke is slowly falling for Julie’s friend but he can’t talk to her since she can’t see him. He decides to create an account on Snapchat so he can talk to her.
A/N: This was inspired by the song Ghost by Confetti and I’m obsessed with a cute , in love Luke. Also , English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes.
That day was probably the worst and the best day Luke ever had the chance of living. Yesterday ,Reggie who missed school , had that «cool» idea to go back to it by spending a whole day there with Julie , just walking around and assisting to her music classes without anyone noticing. For Luke , THAT was the bad part.
The guitarist never loved school and he was never good at it either. Maybe his time in High School would have been nicer if he actually cared about studying and getting good grades but he didn’t. All Luke ever cared about was music , his mom and of course .. his band. But he finally agreed to Reggie’s idea because he knew it would make his friend happy and also since it wasn’t an ordinary school but a performing arts school .. it looked better than spending the whole day thinking about their death. Not that it was something he would think of .. but that was the only thing Alex looked like he cared of right now.
So , the boys went to school this morning , Reggie looking like he was born again , Luke being annoyed to go and Alex ... that kid came just to assist to dance classes. Maybe those would even help him with his anxiety like playing drums did.
‘‘ So how was your day ? ‘‘ Julie just said , coming in the studio without the boys noticing.
‘‘ Great , Reggie started , spent 1h in music class with you and Luke , then 1h dancing with Alex and finally , I learned how to take care of a baby ! ‘‘
‘‘ A baby ? Julie and Luke asked .’‘
‘‘ Yeah thought it might be useful if I ever get a dog someday. ‘‘
‘‘ We don’t even have those kind of classes at school , Julie pointed out. ‘‘
‘‘ Oh no you don’t , I watched a couple taking care of their child on the beach. ‘‘
Reggie’s smile was so big that it made laugh everyone. If the guys were still alive , Reggie would definitely have an hamster or a dog by now.
‘‘ So , are we starting tonight’s band practice ? Luke asked. ‘‘
Julie’s reaction was clearly saying she had something else to focus on.
‘‘ Hmm... yeah .. Talking about band practice. I promised y/n I would help her write a song for the next school performance. Do you guys mind if we skip this practice for once ? ‘‘
Luke’s face radically changed when he heard what seems like a familiar name to his ears.
‘‘ Y/N ? Like .. y/n the girl that was with us in music class this morning ? ‘‘
Both Alex and Reggie turned to their friend.
‘‘ I think somebody has a crush on Julie’s friend , Reggie said. ‘’
Julie’s face turned to Luke while Alex laughted with his bandmate. Luke was of course between their laughts denying what he was being accused of.
‘’ Luke you can’t really love y/n ! You’re a ghost and she doesn’t even know you .. neither do you . ‘’
Luke’s face slumped at Julie’s sentence. Of course she was right but what if this time even her being right wouldn’t stop him from crushing on a girl that seemed perfect like he had seen her ? He liked Julie , he really liked her , she was his friend after all and his bandmate but ,this time he really didn’t feel like listening to his friend’s advices even if they would turned out to be the best ones. And at that moment , Julie didn’t realise what she just did.
‘‘ I was just curious ! That name seemed familiar I don’t have a crush on your friend.’‘
‘‘ Right. I hope what you’re saying is true , Julie ended before leaving the garage.’‘
Luke let himself fall on the couch. He was done with Julie and her blames but there was still two ghosts he would never convince otherwise. Alex and Reggie already made their minds , their friend was falling for a lifer , and this lifer in particular was y/n.
‘‘ So , what made you fall for a complete stranger ? Alex asked. ‘‘
Luke turned to his friend , debating wether or not bring Willie in the conversation. Knowing what was going on with the skateboarder and his friend , that wouldn’t be a great idea right now. The two boys just took a break from their relationship after Caleb’s curse , Willie was feeling too bad and Alex didn’t want him to have troubles with Caleb. But the fact was , wasn’t Willie a stranger when Alex first saw him ?
‘‘ She just look so nice and her music really deserves to be listen to. ‘‘
‘‘ Yeah , that’s what you said about Julie the first time you heard her music , Reggie said. ‘‘
Luke shocked his head.
‘‘ That’s not the same thing boys , Julie is like my sister and y/n’s like a really pretty girl w- ‘’
‘‘ Who’s friend with your sister , Alex cuted. ‘‘
‘‘ Look I’m not asking you to approve every single crush I have. I love y/n and what are you scared of anyway ? I’m a ghost .. nothing could ever happen. ‘‘
That was pure Luke strategy. Alex and Reggie bought it , must admit that it was a pretty solid reason , but Luke already had an idea in mind.
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That night , Luke waited for everyone to fall asleep before getting in the Molina’s house. He knew there was an Ipad somewhere ,Reggie always used it to listen for Rock music. He saw y/n’s phone in music class and that application she used to talk to people : snapchat. Maybe if he could manage to get that Ipad and install this application , he could create an account and talk to her.
He finally found the device in the kitchen and started to install the application.
Name : Luke :p
Username : luke_guitar95
He then searched for y/n’s username and found someone that looked exactly like the character he saw on the corner of her phone. He added her and waited for her to get the notification.
Minutes later the girl added him and send him a message.
yn - Hey ! Do we know each other ?
What was he going to tell her ? Uh I’m a ghost , you don’t know me but I saw you today and wanted to know you better. Actually , you saw me a few times , I’m the hologram guy in Julie’s band but in reality I’m a ghost.
He closed the App , hided the Ipad so the younger Molina’s couldn’t find it and went back to the garage. The idea he had was dumb after all.
#Jatp#Julie and the Phantoms#Alex Mercer#Reggie Peters#Luke Patterson#Julie Molina#Luke x Reader#Y/n x Luke#Jatp fluff
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