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mariacallous · 7 months

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“Did they really decapitate babies?” my 14-year-old daughter asked me yesterday. She was pointing to a text message on her phone from a friend. “They’re saying they found Jewish babies killed, some burnt, some decapitated.” And I froze. Not because I didn’t know what to say—though in truth I didn’t know what to say—but because for a moment I forgot what century I was in. All of the assumptions I had made as a Jewish father, even one who had grown up, as I did, with the Holocaust just a few decades past, were suddenly no longer relevant. Had I adequately prepared her for the reality of Jewish death, what every shtetl child for centuries would have known intimately? Later in the day, she asked if, for safety’s sake, she should take off the necklace she loves that her grandparents had given her and that has her name written out in Hebrew script.

The attack by Hamas on Israeli civilians last Saturday broke something in me. I had always resisted victimhood. It felt abhorrent, self-pitying to me in a world that seemed far away from the Inquisition and Babi Yar—especially in the United States, where I live and where polls repeatedly tell me that Jews are more beloved than any other religious group. I wasn’t blind to anti-Semitism and the ways it had recently become deadlier, or to the existential dread that my family in Israel felt every time terrorists blew up a bus or café—it’s a story whose sorrows have punctuated my entire life. But I refused to embrace that ironically comforting mantra, “They will always want to kill us.” I hated what this tacitly expressed, that if they always want to kill us, then we owe them, the world, nothing. I deplore the occupation for both the misery it has inflicted on generations of Palestinians and the way it corrodes Israeli society; when settlers in the West Bank have been attacked, it has pained me, but I have also felt anger that they are even there. In short, I wasn’t locked into the worldview of my survivor grandparents and I felt superior for it.

But something in me did break. As I was driving on Tuesday, I heard a long interview on the BBC with Shir Golan, a 22-year-old woman who had survived the attack at the music festival where more than 250 people were killed, her voice sounding just like one of my young Israeli cousins. She described, barely able to catch her breath, how the shooting had started and how she’d begun to run. She’d found a wooded area and tried to hide. “I got really into the ground,” she said. “I put the bushes on me.” Covered with dirt and leaves, she’d waited. A group of terrorists had shown up and called for anyone hiding to come out. From her spot under the earth, she’d seen three young people, whom she called “children,” emerge. “I didn’t go out because I was scared. But there were three children next to me who got out. And then they shot them. One after one after one. And they fell down, and that I saw. I saw the children fall down. And all that I did was pray. I prayed to my god to save me.”

I pulled my car over because my own hands were shaking as I listened. She then described waiting, hidden in the dirt under bushes for hours, until she saw the terrorists begin to light the forest on fire. “I didn’t know what to do. Because if I’m staying there, I’m just burnt to death. But if I go out they are going to kill me.” She crawled over to where she saw dead bodies and lay on top of them, but the heat soon approached, so she found more bushes to hide in until she could run again. Burnt bodies were everywhere, and Shir looked for her friends but couldn’t find them, couldn’t even see the faces of those killed because they were so badly burned. “I felt like I was in hell.” She finally escaped in a car.

Her story flung me back to my grandparents’ stories. My grandmother hid in a hole for a year in the Polish countryside, also under dirt, also scared. My grandfather spent months in Majdanek, a death camp, and saw bodies pile up in exactly this way. Stories are still emerging of families burnt alive, of children forced to watch their parents killed before their eyes, of bodies desecrated. How was this taking place last Saturday?

But these stories aren’t what broke me. What did was the distance between what was happening in my head and what was happening outside of it. The people on “my side” are supposed to care about human suffering, whether it’s in the detention camps of Xinjiang or in Darfur. They are supposed to recognize the common humanity of people in need, that a child in distress is first a child in distress regardless of country or background. But I quickly saw that many of those on the left who I thought shared these values with me could see what had happened only through established categories of colonized and colonizer, evil Israeli and righteous Palestinian—templates made of concrete. The break was caused by this enormous disconnect. I was in a world of Jewish suffering that they couldn’t see because Jewish suffering simply didn’t fit anywhere for them.

The callousness was expressed in so many ways. There were those tweets that did not hide their disregard for Jewish life—“what did y’all think decolonization meant? vibes? papers? essays? Losers”—or the one that described the rampage as a “glorious thing to wake up to.” There was the statement by more than two dozen Harvard student groups asserting, in those first hours in which we saw children and women and old people massacred, that “the Israeli regime” was “entirely responsible for all unfolding violence.” And then there were the less explicit posts that nevertheless made clear through pseudo-intellectual word salads that Israel got what it deserved: “a near-century’s pulverized overtures toward ethnic realization, of groping for a medium of existential latitude—these things culminate in drastic actions in need of no apologia.” I hate to extrapolate from social media—it is a place that twists every utterance into a performance for others. But I also felt this callousness in the real world, in a Times Square celebratory protest promoted by the New York City chapter of the Democratic Socialists of America, at which one speaker talked of supporting Palestinians using “any means necessary” to retake the land “from the river to the sea,” as a number of placards declared. There were silences as well. Institutions that had rushed to condemn the murder of George Floyd or Russia for attacking Ukraine were apparently confounded. I watched my phone to see whether friends would write to find out if my family was okay—and a few did, with genuine and thoughtful concern, but many did not.

I’m still trying to understand this feeling of abandonment. Is my own naivete to blame? Did I tip too far over into the side of universalism and forget the particularistic concerns to which I should have been attuned—the precarious state of my own tribe? Even as I write this, I don’t really want to believe that that’s true. If I can fault myself clearly for something, though, it’s not recognizing that the same ideological hardening I’d seen on the right in the past few years, the blind allegiances and contorted narratives even when reality was staring people in the face, has also happened, to a greater degree than I’d imagined, on the left, among the people whom I think of as my own. They couldn’t recognize a moral abomination when it was staring them in the face. They were so set in their categories that they couldn’t make a distinction between the Palestinian people and a genocidal cult that claimed to speak in that people’s name. And they couldn’t acknowledge hundreds and hundreds of senseless deaths because the people who were killed were Israelis and therefore the enemy.

As the days go on, the horrific details of what happened—those babies—seem to be registering more fully, if not on the ideological left, then at least among sensible liberals. But somehow I can’t shake the feeling of aloneness. Does it take murdered babies for you to recognize our humanity? I find myself thinking—a thought that feels alien to my own mind but also like the truth. Perhaps this is the Jewish condition, bracketed off for many decades and finally pulling me in.

When news broke of the Kishinev pogrom in 1903 that took 49 lives (compare that with the 1,200 we now know were killed on Saturday), it caused a sensation throughout the world. “Babes were literally torn to pieces by the frenzied and bloodthirsty mob,” The New York Times reported. “The local police made no attempt to check the reign of terror. At sunset the streets were piled with corpses and wounded. Those who could make their escape fled in terror, and the city is now practically deserted of Jews.” In response to that massacre, the emigration of hundreds of thousands of Eastern European Jews to the United States began in earnest; the call of Zionism as a solution also sounded clearly and widely for the first time.

In his famous poem about the massacre, “In the City of Slaughter,” the Hebrew writer Haim Naḥman Bialik lamented, even more than the death, the sense of helplessness (“The open mouths of such wounds, that no mending / Shall ever mend, nor healing ever heal”), the men who watched in terror from their hiding places while women were raped and blood was spilled. I can’t say I know what will happen now that this helplessness has returned—if I’m honest, I also fear that Israel’s retaliation will go too far, that acting out of a place of victimhood, as right as it may feel, will cause the country to lose its mind. Innocent lives in Gaza have been and will be destroyed as a result, and competing victimhood is obviously not the way out of the conflict; it’s the reason that it is hopelessly stuck. But in this moment, before the destruction of Gaza grabs my attention and concern alongside fear for my relatives who have been called up to the army, I don’t want to forget how alone I felt as a Jew these past few days. I have a persistent, uncomfortable need now to have my people’s suffering be felt and seen. Otherwise, history is just an endless repetition. And that’s an additional tragedy that seems too much to bear.

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shittyassffblog · 5 months

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I'll be home for Christmas

Noah Sebastian x Reader

I recently saw some interview where Noah said he doesn't really go home for the holidays, so I decided to insert myself into that lol.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Noah smokes a cig (cause I saw a picture of him doing that at some point and decided to include it), tell me if there's more!

Also this was written months ago but I just didn't think a Christmas fic in September was really that fitting lol

Snow was falling outside your window as you listened to Noah streaming. It was an old stream, but he was in a plane on the way back home from Europe, so you couldn't talk to him. Anxiety filled your chest thinking about not talking to him. It's not like you were completely lost without him, you just didn't want him to die in a plane crash. You used to track his flight on an app on your phone, but after all these years of being friends with him (and having a huge crush on him) and him touring you learned to not get too caught up in your anxiety. Almost.

His voice from the old stream playing on your laptop, him laughing brought you back to reality and you realised it was 1 am. You decided you might as well go to sleep since he wouldn't be landing until 7 am the next day. You were flying out to LA in a couple of days, meaning the 24th of December, and you couldn't wait to see him. He didn't know you were coming, you had made sure of that, getting the rest of the band to make sure he knew absolute nothing about it.

He wasn't going back home, he had decided to just stay in LA and work on the music while the rest of the guys went home to their families. You felt bad for Noah, not having anyone to go home to. You had offered months ago to let him come to your house but he, in his words, 'don't wanna intrude'. So you folded and planned out your surprise for him.

You got up, went to your bathroom and washed the make up off your face. As you dried your face you looked at your reflection and sighed. The anxiety wouldn't leave your body and you just knew sleep would be hard to come by tonight. You brushed your teeth and exited the bathroom, turning off the lights on the way out. Walking back into your room you paused the stream and closed your laptop and set it on the floor beside your bed, getting under the covers.

As you suspected, you wouldn't sleep for the next 2 hours, finger hovering over the app icon for the flight tracker app on the last page on your Home Screen. You decided against it, and chose to doom scroll Reddit instead, falling asleep reading about someones asshole mother in law.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing on your glass nightstand, the vibrations your phone making the glass ring loudly in your ear. You grumbled and protested the sound, but to no avail, so you gave up and grabbed the phone. Looking at the screen you saw Noah's happy face smiling back at you. He was FaceTime-ing you and you accepted the call, his face showing up shortly after.

"What do you wanttttt" You said grumpily. His face was really close up to the camera and he looked goofy as hell. He pulled the phone from his face to smile at you.

"Just wanted to ease your anxiety, I know you don't do well with that." He said and you couldn't help but smile at that.

"Well I was sleeping so I wasn't anxious was i." You said in a teasing tone. He chuckled lightly.

"Should I go then? So you can sleep?" He asked, softening his voice.

"No I won't be able to sleep anymore. I'll probably sleep in an hour though." You said, pulling yourself up in a sitting position.

"Good morning sunshine!" He said and you chuckled a little.

"Had a nice flight?" You asked, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"it was alright, slept most of it though. Jolly went home to Sweden so he's been home for hours, wish that was me." He said laughing a little.

"What about the others, did they fly with you?" You asked, resting your head on your hand.

"No they went straight home to Virginia so I was all alone." He said. You could sense some sadness in his voice, but you knew if you mentioned it he would just deny it so you let it be.

"Well good thing you woke me up then, I can keep you company. And you me, while I make pancakes." You joked as you pulled the covers off of you and went into your kitchen.

"Oh yay." He deadpanned and you both laughed.

"Do you think I would look good with a neck tattoo?" You asked and Noah snorted.

"Why would you want that?" He asked.

"You have one! Multiple!" You said incredulously.

"I'm also in a metal band! and have tattoos everywhere else! You hav like, 6 tattoos and they're all stick and poke" He said and you looked at him. He had a point.

"Well just you wait until I get my hands on a tattoo machine, I'll have more tattoos than you before you even know what hit ya!" You said turning your attention back to the drawing you were working on. You heard his chuckle through the phone and it brought a smile to your face.

"Are you sure I shouldn't ask Nick if he could give you some tips? Help you start? You know he would love it, he could be your mentor!" Noah asked, eyes wide as if he had come up with the cure for cancer. You had thought about it, but you never felt like you were good enough to be an apprentice.

"No it's okay Noah. I'm not even sure if I'm good enough for that." You said, the drawing on your iPad taking shape. Without noticing you had drawn Noah from memory (and with some reference to the picture on your phone screen), and it was turning out really good.

"Of course you are! I've seen your drawings, they're really good! Better than most tattoo artists let me tell you that." He said and you both chuckled.

"Yeah well I'm still not sure." You said and he made a little 'hmpf' noise that you of course mocked. Silence fell between you as you concentrated on your drawing and he his computerscreen which had Logic booted up. He was working on new music when you had called and he told you it was good you called, since he hadn't drank any water or went to the bathroom in a few hours.

You started on his hair, the way it swooped across the top of his forehead and how it waved. Then his eyebrows, and how perfectly shaped they were with so little effort. His stubble, which was showing through right now as he sat staring at his own screen, the light from it illuminating his face with a soft glow. He was wearing glasses, so the screen was mirrored in the reflection on them. You always liked his glasses, they were very round and kind of feminine but they suited his face well. You were lost in your train of thought when a loud noise erupted from your phone and Noah was gone.

"What happened? Noah?" You asked, concern lacing your voice.

"I'm okay! Just fell off my chair." He said laughing. You started laughing too.

"This is why I tell you to not tilt on your chair!" You said between laughs.

"I know I know, I just get distracted sometimes." He said. "It really hurt though" He said, but a smile was very present on his face.

"Want me to blow on it? Kiss it better?" You said teasingly, shaking your head.

"That actually would be very nice," He said softly.

"Shame I'm so far away though." You said, knowing full well you'd see him the day after.

"Can you like, fly out here?" He asked, an expression on his face you very rarely seen. Only on occasions where he was talking about his wildest dreams had you seen such a look. It made your heart soar.

"'Fraid I can't sweet, gonna go see the family." You said, trying to keep your face as normal as possible.

"That sucks...I mean, not for you, you get to see family, but I don't get to see you." He said, looking down at his keyboard.

"Maybe if you make a Christmas wish it'll come true." You said, smiling lightly.

"Alright, cringe." He scoffed and you both laughed.

"Anyway I gotta go to bed. Hope the song turns out good." You said, smiling at him.

"Yeah yeah I won't keep you. Safe flight and text me when you land okay?" He said, reaching for the end call button.

"Yeah of course." You said. He smiled a small smile and ended the call. You felt a little bad lying to him, but you knew you'd see him in about 10 hours, even if he didn't know that. You just hoped he went to bed before that. You decided to text him to go to bed just in case he forgot.

Go to bed btw. Before you get square eyes from staring at that screen.

You put your phone down and packed the last of your stuff. After a few moments you got a text back.

Excuse me m'am but I am already in bed.

You laughed as he sent the picture and liked it.

Good boy.

You put your phone down and went to get to bed before leaving for Los Angeles in the morning.

"This is the final boarding call for flight 372A to Los Angeles departing from Gate 3"

You hurried along the long walkway down to your gate. You tucked your carry-on along after you and had your boarding pass in the other hand with a panicked expression on your face. You were gonna make it, your anxiety just wanted you to believe different.

"Hi I'm here I'm here!" You called as the last few passengers were boarding and the lady at the doors smiled tightly at you. You handed her your boarding pass and she looked at it and scanned it. It was 6:45 in the morning and you were so tired you had fallen asleep in an airport café and woke up to someone shaking you for your seat. You had looked at your watch and shoved the rest of your croissant in your mouth before grabbing your stuff and speeding off to catch your flight.

"There you are miss. Safe flight." The lady said and you muttered a quick 'thanks' in her general direction before hurrying into the plane. It was surprisingly empty for the 24th of December, but you still sat in your own seat in the middle of the plane by the window. It was still dark, but you couldn't wait to see the high up view of New York as your flight sailed through the sky to sunny LA. You enjoyed the view as long as you could but eventually you started yawning twice in a minute so you put in your AirPods and wrapped your blanket around you and tried to fall asleep to a Christmas jazz playlist you had downloaded. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep to the soft piano playing in your ears and before you knew it you were awoken by the flight attendant telling you that the plane was landing soon.

You packed your things again and waited until the plane was safely on the ground to turn off airplane mode and see three texts from Noah.

When were you landing again? I forgot.

I miss talking to you seriously. I'm just gonna go to bed again until you land.

Okay seriously wtf why is your plane so slow?

You chuckled at the last one and locked your phone so you could exit the plane. You decided not to answer him, deciding that knocking on his door would be the best way to tell him you landed safely.

Even though the plane was pretty empty it didn't mean the airport was. It took you easily 40 minutes to get your luggage but you decided to just be happy it was there and went to get a Christmas drink from Starbucks.

Exiting the airport you were affronted by the heat compared to New York. You took off your sweater and booked an Uber on your phone to Noahs house. Soon after, it arrived and you got into the backseat after putting your luggage in the back. You said hi to the driver and asked him if you could play some Christmas music. He smiled and obliged, wishing you a merry Christmas, which you returned with a smile. It took about 45 minuted to get to Noahs house so now it was 11:45 and you hoped Noah would wake up soon.

You arrived at the address you had given the driver, and tipped him extra for the inconvenience of driving on Christmas Eve and he thanked you profusely while emptying the trunk from your luggage. He drove off and you turned your head towards the door to Noahs house and smiled. You walked up to the door, took a deep breath and rung the doorbell.

Nothing.

You tried again.

Still nothing. Was he not home?

You tried ringing it five times in a row and soon you heard heavy footsteps trotting to the front door, Noah grumbling before opening the door.

"what in the hell- Y/N." He said, first angry but his expression softened when he saw it was you.

"Merry Christmas!" You said, smiling widely. He still didn't react.

"I'm sorry, am I still asleep and this is a dream?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Nope, I just lied a little, but I thought it was worth it." You said, hands behind your back and turning slightly to the left anf right. He started to smile, and then, before you could realise what happened, he ran out the door and grabbed you around your thighs to lift you up and swing you around.

"How did you get here? you should have told me, I would have picked you up? Oh my god I'm so happy to see you!" He said, putting you down and hugging you so tight you barely could breathe.

"Oh I can take an Uber, if it means I can get a hug like that." You said, removing some of your hair from your face. He looked down at you in adoration and you felt a tiny burst of butterflies in you stomach.

"Well what about your family?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.

"You're the only family I need." You said and he smiled even brighter. He took your luggage from your hand and then took your hand, dragging you inside the house. Harper came running to you, eager to say hi and you fell to your knees to give her a proper rub behind her ears.

"I'm not the only one who missed you." Noah said and you smiled up at him. He had this expression on his face that you hadn't seen before. It was like some sort of clarity or realisation.

"You okay?" You asked as you stood up and he nodded.

"Yeah I'm just really happy to see you. Did you have breakfast?" He asked and turned around and only now did you realise he wasn't wearing anything but underwear. You cleared your throat and sat yourself at the kitchen island.

"No I didn't wanna eat airplane food at 7 am." You said chuckling.

"Well good, cause I was gonna make pancakes." He said smiling back at you. You looked around the living room and noticed there wasn't a tree anywhere.

"Where's your tree?" You asked and he glanced back at you with a guilty expression.

"Noah Sebastian where is your goddamn tree?" You said, and he turned around.

"Look I didn't see the point in getting one when it was just gone a be me and Harper!" He said, hands up in defence.

"That's it, after we devour these pancakes, you're gonna get changed and we're gonna have a Christmas Day together." You said, slamming your hand on the marble countertop.

"Okay, and what does that entail?" He asked, pouring batter onto a pan.

"We'll get a Christmas tree, get decorations, get mulled wine-"

"I hate mulled wine"

"We're gonna get mulled wine and we're gonna get some presents to put under the tree so it'll actually feel like Christmas." You said, and he could hear from your tone that he didn't have much of a choice.

"Alright fine. But I'm not putting on a Christmas sweater." He said.

A few hour later you were heading out of the door, Noah and you wearing a Christmas sweater each. Noah went to open the door for you and you said a short 'why thank you sir' and it took him just a second too long to start walking to his own side of the car after he closed the door for you. You shrugged it off as nothing though.

You were driving to the nearest Christmas tree market after you got some hot chocolates. You got out of the car and Noah cam around the car to wrap his arm around your shoulder as you walked Amon the tree trying to find a good one.

"What about this one? You asked Noah. It was a beautiful 6'6" tree that was full and green.

"I can't have a tree taller than me, that's embarrassing. Also do you know how much decoration we would need to buy to fill up that tree?" He said, pointing at the tree with his hot chocolate in his hand. He took a sip and continued. "Can't have that, we gotta find something smaller." You sighed and kept walking.

"This one however," He said, walking over to a smaller but still as full tree as the one before. "This one is perfect. 6 feet even probably, that's way better." He said smiling.

"Told you you needed a tree, look how happy you are!" You said grabbing his arm. You noticed it had gotten bigger since you last saw him a few months ago.

"Well I didn't say I didn't need one, just that I didn't see a point when it was just me." he said

"And Harper." You added.

"And Harper. We need to get her a present too." He said as he waved over the guy who cuts down the trees. "We'll take this one!" He said gleefully.

"As you wish sir!" The guy said and happily took the tree to get it packaged. "This your first Christmas together?" he asked Noah.

"Yes, is it that obvious?" Noah asked laughing as he swung his arm around your shoulders again.

"Well the Christmas spirit is wild this year, so many new couples have their first Christmas together." He said laughing heartily. You blushed thinking he thought you were a couple but neither you nor Noah said anything. You held Noah cup as him and the guy got the tree fastened to the top of his car and you drove back home to drop it off before going shopping.

"Okay let's give each other 30 minutes and whatever we find in those 30 minutes are presents to each other. Then we'll find a present for Harper together." Noah said and you nodded. You went your separate ways and started hunting for presents. You decided to head to a music store, and find some new strings for Noahs guitars, some picks and a kazoo, just for fun. You then went to a few clothing stores and picked up a few pieces you knew he would love. You then wen't and got some Liquid Deaths from the kiosk. You had 5 minutes left so you decided to go to the bathroom before you had to meet Noah again.

While you were there you overheard some girls talking outside the stalls.

"Oh my god I can't believe we met Noah! Fucking Noah Sebastian." said one of them.

"Yeah! Oh my god he's so hot I can't believe it." The other said. You chuckled quietly at that.

"Like I'm actually gonna cry the day he gets married, did you see what he was buying? He definitely wasn't buying that for himself." The first one said. You wondered what he was buying that clearly was not for himself.

"Oh he for sure has a girl. She's so lucky. Just glad we didn't catch him in Victoria's Secret, my heart wouldn't have handled it." The second one said and they laughed as they exited the bathroom. You couldn't stop smiling as you washed your hands and grabbed the bag full of his presents. You felt your phone vibrate as you got out of the bathroom.

Hey you done soon? I've been waiting ages!

You laughed and sent back a text.

Alright calm your tits, I was just in the bathroom. Where are you?

You walked slowly as you waited for him to respond.

By the entrance, come on we have to get to target too.

You smiled big at that, he knew you loved Target more than any other store. You skipped along until you reached the entrance and Noah waiting just outside, smoking a cigarette. You didn't like to admit that you found it kinda hot when he did that.

"Hey, ready to go?" You asked as you came outside.

"Yeah, let's go!" He said, putting out his cigarette and throwing the bud in the trash.

You walked to his car and you noticed two girls staring at you. You smiled to yourself and wrapped an arm around Noahs waist, his arm automatically wrapping around your shoulder. You felt so safe in his arms.

Next stop was Target which took you at least another hour and a half to get through, but they had a lot of cute Christmas decorations that you had decided Noah absolutely couldn't live without. While you were there you found a cute plushie for Harper that she would no doubt devour within a week. As you got out of the store it was already getting pretty dark and you thanked yourself for buying food while you were there.

"I feel absolutely exhausted." You said as you buckled your seatbelt to drive home.

"You can just go take a bath when we get home while I get dinner ready." Noah said and smiled towards you. You nodded and smiled back at him, while putting on some music.

When you got home you tried to help Noah unpack, but he just shooed you away with your new bath soaps that he helped pick out. You started the water for the top as you went back to Noahs room to pick out the clothes you were gonna wear afterwards. You decided on a nice shirt, since it was Christmas Eve after all and long black skirt to go with it. And since you were feeling extra christmassy, that's what your underwear conveyed too.

You went back to the bathroom and turned on some music on your phone as you relaxed into the water. While you relaxed you thought about the amazing day you had with Noah and how happy you were to be here. Much better than being back home in Iowa, where your parents would have nothing else to talk abou than how boring your life was to them. You decided not to think about that, and Instead thought about how Noah would react to the presents you got him and what he might have gotten you.

You could feel yourself get happier and happier and decided to empty the bathtub and just shower normally, so you could go help Noah in the kitchen.

When you walked into the kitchen you watched as Noah hummed along to the music he had put on, while swaying his body in time with the rhythm.

"You need any help?" You asked and he yelped in shock. He turned around, clutching his heart.

"Jesus Y/N, you scared me! No I'm good, just sit your pretty butt down and I'll do the rest." He said shaking his head at you. Despite the fake-hard tone in his voice you blushed when he called you pretty.

Soon after, the dinner was ready and Noah joined you as he gave you your plate.

"Dig in, I hope it tastes good!" He said cheerfully and you obliged happily, being hungry from all the Christmas fun you'd had that day. The food was good and you sat and talked about the different things that had happened that day.

"And then I met these two girls that were fans of Bad Omens so that was cool." Noah said and you laughed a little. "What?" he asked and you finished chewing so you could tell him what happened in the bathroom.

"So now I'm really curious what you were buying that so obviously weren't for you!" You said and you both laughed.

"Well that will have to wait for tomorrow. You wanna decorate the tree now?" He asked and you nodded excitedly. He gathered your plates and yet again he waved you away when you tried to help. You decided instead to unbox all the decorations for the tree so you could start decorating. When he was done with the dishes he joined you and you put on the Christmas jazz playlist you had listened to on the way here.

"I didn't know jazz was your thing?" Noah asked and you shrugged.

"It has its good sides. Bringing Christmas vibes to a place where it doesn't snow is one of them." You said and he chuckled at that. After the tree was nicely decorated, you sat down with a beer each and admired your handiwork.

"Oh wait, forgot something." Noah said and got up. You knew what he meant when he showed you the star you had picked out earlier.

"Of course, how could we forget?" You asked as you got up as well.

"Do you wanna do it?" He asked.

"No we can do it together." You said, holding the star on the opposite side he was. You both smiled as you placed the star on the top branch. Neither of you were letting go, but your stare was directed at each other.

"Y/N, I think I have something to tell you." Noah said and you looked down at his lips. You had a feeling you knew where this was going. You decided to take a leap.

"Why don't you just show me?" You asked, looking back at his eyes. They were wide and hopeful, and you swore you could get lost in the darkness of them. He inched closer to you, so you did the same. You could feel his breath on your face and your own hitched, not sure if this was dream or reality. You lips touched and you melted into each other. You hands let go of the star in favour of holding each other, and in the glimmer of the string lights your hearts found each other at last, your lips moving together and the only thing except soft piano and the sound of your lips moving together was heard.

When you finally parted, you only moved so far apart that you could see each other.

"Was that clear enough of an answer?" You asked and you both started laughing in the glee of finally being truthful with each others feelings.

"Yeah I think that's pretty clear, but I might have to have you repeat it, just to be sure." He said and you kissed once more.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #christmas fic #holiday fic #my fics

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wolfjackle-creates · 6 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.

#dpxdc #bring me home #my writing #i cant believe i've finally got to the end #i've really enjoyed writing this arc #even if parts of it were challenging #its been a fantastic journey #it's been a year #how wild #12 months #365 days #and i'm thrilled #thank you for following me on this journey #you've all made it completely worth it

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scaredsimp · 2 years

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Damian Wayne relationship scenarios

Warnings: mentions of sleeping on the highway as a joke, lmk if I missed anything else A/N: I imagine Damian's 16 in this. mentions celebrating Christmas briefly at the end, but it's not a theme throughout. so if you don't celebrate Christmas, you can still read.

you and Damian were asked to do the BuzzFeed puppy interview

you and him sat on the floor and answered questions as a litter of puppies chewed on your expensive heels and fell asleep on your and Damian's lap

a funny moment happened when you pointed to one of the puppies and said you were gonna name it after your favorite Wayne

Damian looked at you with a soft smile before you slapped your lap to get the dog's attention and, in a high-pitched voice, said, "c'mere Dick, come here, boy!"

Damian's smile comedically drops as you laugh

a little after that, you have a handful of puppies in your arms, and you look at Damian, asking if you could bring them home "no, maybe you should ask your favorite Wayne." he scoffs before his facade fades, and he starts laughing with you

never before has he been so open in an interview. He even called you beloved while the cameras were rolling, beloved is a name he solely uses in private, so for him to say it on camera is a really big deal

this fills the fan's love for you both, and a slew of edits became of your interactions, with each other and the puppies with captains like

"sleeping on the highway tn" "IF THEY BREAK UP IM GONNA LOSE FAITH IN LOVE," "get you someone who looks at you the way Damian looks at y/n"

Damian defiantly shows off for you

if you walk into him sparring, he will go from 0 to 100 because there is no way he's losing in front of you

on the off chance he does lose, he tries to not act but hurt, but he defiantly is

all you have to do is compliment his fighting or his technique, and he will be fine again

stupid idea activity rises 70% when you're around

yall will be chilling on the couch, and he will casually say, "want to steal the bat mobile?"

cue two hours of riding around Gotham listening to music and getting out once or twice to stop crime before hopping back in and continuing the drive

you were only stopped when none other than the big bad bat himself jumped on the roof of the batmobile as it was moving

and boy, did you both get an ear full not only did bruce have something to say about both of your reckless behavers but so did black canary, your mentor

you were both benched from crime fighting for the next week (not that it was going to you both)

after the chew out, Jason makes himself known from where he was leaning against the doorway "tsk tsk tsk you kids really should know better" "shut up, todd," Damian shoots back

if you celebrate Christmas, Damian will invite you to Christmas with his family

sometimes it surprises you just how many people are in his family, and Christmas at the Waynes can get a little crazy

you guys have ugly sweater competitions that get extremely competitive, and Alfred makes the most amazing Christmas cookies

all around, you and Damian have a great time together in and out of costume

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian x reader #batfamily x you #batfamily #reader self insert

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Nonsense - E.P.

Pairing: Evan Peters x SabrinaCarpenter!Reader Summary: You mentioned him in your Nonsense outro. Did he listen to it? What was his reaction? How can you confront him when he's standing right in front of you at an after-party? Warning/s: none (i think), super fluff and some flirtatious banter A/N: Y/N is still Y/N in this one. The reader is just Sab in a musical way, but in terms of looks and everything, it's all you, babes <3

Words: 1055

Ever since you started your career, you’ve had the biggest crush on Evan Peters. Your paths have yet crossed, but you hoped that day would come sooner. Recently, your song ‘Nonsense’ has gone viral and for all the right reasons. It was catchy, it was flirty, and it was relatable to anyone who’s feeling this type of way for their crush or partner. Needless to say, it was a hit. When you announced your tour, all your fans were hyped up because they knew you’d be singing that song. What they didn’t know was that you’d come up with outros for specific cities you’ll be going to.

When you arrived at St. Louis, Missouri, you were excited to perform. You’ve been there a few times and your fans from there have always been energetic and lively. When it was time to sing ‘Nonsense’, everyone cheered when they heard the intro. You were singing and dancing around and as you were nearing the end of the song, all your fans pulled out their phones and started filming. You smiled as you sang the outro:

This song catchier than chicken pox is

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning thought I’d write a pop hit

How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz

Everyone cheered before your improv outro. You chuckled a little before singing:

You guys are like family, not strangers

The crowd here in St. Louis are all lovers

My crush is from here, hello Evan Peters

As soon as everyone heard ‘Evan Peters’, your fans lost it. It immediately went viral. All your friends knew about your undying love for Evan Peters and they weren’t shocked when you confessed your love for him via concert. You, however, didn’t think much of it. After all, he’s such a big, big star. He also doesn’t have social media, so you were pretty confident that videos of you singing that verse won’t reach him.

But boy were you wrong. So wrong.

Somehow someone sent Evan the video and he found it entertaining and flattering. He thought it was the end of it, but of course he was asked about it at red carpet events and interviews. Every time he was asked about it, he’d always give a hearty laugh or a bright smile, and he’d say, “I find it flattering that I’m still qualified to be someone’s crush. It’s really cute and endearing.”

“Do you think there’s a chance for you and Y/N to date?” The interviewer would ask. He’d chuckle, shrug it off, and say something generic like, “Maybe.” or “Who knows, y’know? We never know what the future holds.”

Both of you went on with your careers until you finally met the man of your dreams at one event’s after party. You saw each other from afar and waved to each other. You took a deep breath and asked the bartender for another shot before taking it for liquid courage to approach your crush. Luckily for you, Evan was already on his way towards you. You turned around and were surprised to come face to face with him. He gave you a cute dimpled smile and said, “Hey, you’re Y/N Y/L/N, right? I recently learned that the verse you mentioned me in was actually improv. I’m very flattered.”

“Aww! It’s something I like to do in every city I’m in. When I realized I was performing in your hometown, I immediately changed the last line.” You said to him before flashing him a big smile.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Can I hear the original before the change?” He asked nicely.

“Oh, sure! It’s supposed to go: ‘you guys are like family, not strangers, the crowd here in St. Louis are all lovers, I don’t mind what they all say, fuck them haters’.” You sang to him.

“Hey, that’s good too! I’m obviously biased now that I’ve heard the one with my name in it.” Evan cheekily said.

You didn’t know what came over you (probably the alcohol in your system), but you had this sudden burst of flirting energy. You smiled at him flirtatiously and said, “I can always put your name in every outro I do.”

He caught on and raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

“Yeah, but you have to earn it.”

“How?” Evan asked with a cheeky grin. You were surprised at your back and forth flirting, but you liked it too much to stop.

“Well, we have to date, of course.” You said to him, smiling. He nodded with a bright smile before saying, “I mean I’d ask you out, but I’d have to hear another improv outro to convince me.”

“Is that so? Lucky for you, I’m a genius when it comes to that.” You grinned. You thought for a bit and sang:

This song catchier than chicken pox is

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning thought I’d write a pop hit

How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz

We are at the Oscars after party

I can be so flirty and so classy

If you date me I can show you dirty”

He looked impressed and gave you a dimpled grin and an applause. “That was amazing! So, when are you free?”

Your eyes widened. To be honest, you didn’t think he’d actually ask you out. You thought it was just playful flirting. Little did you know you already got his heart and attention. You intrigued him and he wanted more.

“Well, I’m free this week. I’ll go back on tour next week.” You told him as he nodded. He grabbed his phone to check the calendar and asked, “Does Thursday at 8pm sound good?” You frantically nodded and he chuckled at your reaction.

“Alright, Thursday it is, then. Can I ask one favor?”

“Anything for you, handsome.” You winked, making him blush.

“That outro you did… Can you sing it live on tour? I kinda wanna hear you sing about wanting me in front of a crowd.” Evan smirked. This man will be the death of you.

“Like I said, anything for you, handsome.” You grinned, exchanged numbers, and parted ways, not wanting anyone to bring attention to the both of you… not yet, at least.

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A/N: There'll be part 2 dw ;) hope y'all enjoyed this as much as I did writing it hihi

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters fic #evan peters fanfic #evan thomas peters #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #evan peters imagine #evan peters fanfiction

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I usually reblog, rather than make my own posts, but seeing everyone in the gaze community deal with their grief by writing things down has given me some courage to do the same. I hope it will help me in my grieving process and i hope to help everyone who does relate to what i write. So this will be my farewell letter.

Dear Reita,

I got the news seven days too late, like how it usually is for me coming into a fandom.

I became a fan about 8 years ago, i was doing a creative education as a designer, listening to random music on Youtube with autoplay. Suddenly i found Red, the first song that got me into the Gazette, i was glued to my screen and intrigued with the looks of all members. But why the hell was that one guy wearing a band around his nose? I needed to get into it. So i did.

The gazette then became my first and favorite Visual kei band, i’ve been trough a lot in my life and whenever hardship struck me, there was always an interview that would make me laugh. When i had boring days in school we even played a game, my friends would ask me “why is he covering his nose?” And i would make up the weirdest stories on the spot. That resulted in some charms with titles like ‘reita and the smelly drummer.’ And ‘reita the drugs dealer.’ It varied from poking fun and making up the stupidest thing, to making you some cool guy who fought bad guys. It would always make us laugh, even though, i was making up these stories to friends who weren’t even necessarily in the fandom, because everyone who saw you once, knew your name and so knew who you were.

I wrote fanfiction, many in where you play a big part of the story, not as a love interest, but as a brother of a character based off of me. All because you once said in a radio show that you feel like you’d be a great older brother, hell did i take you up on that one.

I never got to see The Gazette live, i used to curse you all for skipping my country and forcing me to travel for 5 hours to see you all. In 2018 i was almost at that point, but i couldn’t go because of my exams and because i had no friends who wanted to come with me. I always promised myself: one day, i will see them.

It hurts me to realize that day will never come, at least you won’t be there anymore. I accidentally open instagram, and find a grief post written by Hiroto of Alice nine, in the hashtags your name. Shock, that’s the first thing i felt. I must be going crazy. But next up was Miyavi’s post and as i read that it slowly starts downing upon me, my heart sinks to my stomach and a lump forms in my throat as i rush to jrocknews to confirm they aren’t just playing a sick joke.

I start crying like most of the sixth guns, but only after i start reading the members messages. Why am i crying? We’ve lost a talented bass player who inspired so many people to also start making music. The world lost ‘the world’s Reita’ who was always poking fun at the drummer. The bookstores lost their most unexpected romance buyer. Many lost their source of love and joy. I’ve lost my fictional brother.

But most importantly, your actual family lost a loving family member who bought his mother an entire house to repay her for raising him well. The Gazette lost a member. Kai lost his fear during interviews of whatever you are going to say next. Ruki lost being in your personal space no matter how big the dressing room. Aoi lost the person who’s jokes he could laugh the hardest about. Uruha lost his longtime best friend, and now can no longer feel your heart racing before the show, nor can he feel your hand searching for his heart.

I hope everyones feelings reach you, i hope that whichever way you passed, was peaceful and without pain. I hope that whenever it is our time, you come in your mustang to pick everyone up. Usually as a driving instructor i call shotgun, but i’ll leave that space to your close relatives. That way i can’t judge you for turning around while parking, rather than using your mirrors.

Thank you for everything Reita, you will never be forgotten. Once my grief is gone, i promise to remember you with a smile rather than cry. I also promise to be a fan of The Gazette no matter what they decide to do now you’re gone.

And to whomever read my entire message, thank you for reading this unhinged post.

#rip reita #personal #the gazette

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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Jealousy

summary: Harry gets jealous when you fangirl a little too hard

words: 2.4k

tw: none

Latina!reader x Harry masterlist

After meeting Harry, there was rarely a moment where you got starstruck anymore. You were so sure that you were going to pass out or pass away when you first met, anyone that came after was a walk in the park in comparison.

That wasn’t to say that you didn’t get nervous around celebrities anymore. At events and red carpets where you were too shy to go up and talk to any of Harry’s famous colleagues, you would tuck yourself against his arm while he held a conversation, never leaving his side for more than a moment.

Harry of course thought it was adorable how quiet you got. He was used to how you acted around his and your family or when it was just the two of you. You spoke openly, you danced around while doing household chores, you made Harry laugh behind the camera of various photoshoots, music videos, and interviews. It was safe to say that there were two sides to you: the more demure side that was reserved for the public, and the side that you were more comfortable sharing in private, mostly just around your boyfriend. It was a testament to him, really. Harry made you so comfortable that you couldn’t help but be anyone but yourself, even if that meant you snorted when you laughed too hard or confidently confessed your love for sci-fi films and your desire to one day go to Comic Con (in costume, of course).

Both you and Harry were aware of these two sides. At the start of your relationship, he tried to get you to come out of your shell at parties and other events, but once he realized you were comfortable in not sharing the limelight with him, he let you be; though he made sure to always be by your side and was ready to leave at a moment’s notice should you ever grow too anxious.

That is, until the concert tonight.

For your twenty-fifth birthday, Harry surprised you with floor seats to a Maluma concert, whom you loved and followed closely since before you met Harry.

To say you were excited was an understatement. You spent weeks trying to figure out what to wear, talking to your friend about what songs you thought he was going to perform, hoping Maluma might notice you in the crowd. You suddenly knew what it felt like to be one of Harry’s fans at his concerts, counting down each day until it was finally the night of the show and listening to every album on repeat so you were prepared.

At first, your boyfriend didn’t think much of your concert preparations, chalking it up to a normal level of excitement about seeing your favorite artist, but on the night of the concert, he started to notice that you were a little too excited to see Maluma.

“What do you think, bubba?” you asked, coming out of the bathroom to show Harry the outfit you finally decided on. It was a denim Prada bralette and matching jeans. It showed a little more cleavage than you normally had on display, but you’d decided to go all out tonight. Your collar bones were glittered, your makeup was flawless, and your typically curly hair was slicked back into a bun. You felt like one of those Instagram models, which was to say, you felt hot and confident.

“You…You look…”

She looked beautiful, of course she did. You could wear anything and Harry would think you looked absolutely gorgeous. The problem was, and it wasn’t really a problem, was how good you looked. You’d gone to a number of his shows and you didn’t put as much effort into your appearance. You didn’t show up to his concerts in pajamas or anything, but this was definitely a different look for you. It didn’t bother him necessarily, but it did make him wonder what was so special about this concert as opposed to his shows and all the other ones you’d attended together.

“It’s not too much, is it? I just bought this top but haven’t found an opportunity to wear it yet or if I even wanted to wear it, and I thought…Oh God, H, say something please you’re making me nervous.”

Harry shook off his insecurities before his girlfriend got all shy and hid in the bathroom and refused to come out. “You look fantastic, lovie, you always do,” he said, surging forward to wrap his arms around your waist.

He kissed you then, not caring if your lip gloss smeared all over his face. You responded like you always did, kissing him back like it was going to be the last time. You didn’t question when his lips traveled south, latching onto your neck and nipping at your skin, he felt too good to care. It wasn’t until Harry started inching you towards the bed that common sense started to take over.

“We’re gonna be late, bubba,” you sighed, but Harry either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. He kept kissing, his hands taking advantage of all the skin you were showing by rubbing circles into your sides with his thumbs.

You almost let him have his way, almost. But you were so excited for tonight, and as thoughts about the concert that was only an hour away trickled back into your brain, you became jittery with excitement again.

“Come on, there’ll be more time for that later,” you said at last, peeling Harry off of you and grabbing your purse before walking out of your shared bedroom.

Harry huffed, only very slightly regretting buying you these tickets. He was acting crazy, and he knew you would tell him he was being silly for feeling jealous. You were just excited for the concert, nothing more, nothing less.

You and Harry made it to the venue, going through the back and being escorted by security to your spot in the pit. You never thought you would ever get used to being lead from place to place by security guards that were well over six feet tall, but dating Harry meant having at least one guard for the two of you whenever you went somewhere with a large crowd.

The days were gone where you and Harry could meet in secret or go on dates with no one knowing about it, so as the other people at the concert realized Harry was there, he smiled and waved, pulling you close when people started shouting and reaching out to him. The security guards didn’t let anyone get close, but you knew Harry felt better if he was doing his part to keep you safe too.

When the concert began, you were jumping up and down in the circle of Harry’s arms. Your eyes remained glued to the stage, tracking your favorite artist’s every move as he danced and sang across the stage. And Harry watched as you sang along, knowing every word by heart. Harry tried to stay mad. After all, you were looking up at another man with hearts in your eyes, but you stayed in his arms for most of the concert, dancing and swaying your hips back and forth. He could only smile and try to focus on the concert as best he could with you pressed against him and spinning in and out of his arms occasionally as you danced in time with the music.

“Oh my God, H, he’s coming over here. Look!”

You were gone and pressing yourself against the barricade in seconds, holding your hand out in the hopes that Maluma would reach back. And by some miracle he did. With his microphone in one hand as he sang—to you, it felt like—he reached out and grazed his fingertips against yours, winking at you before moving onto the next person.

A rush flooded through your body as you stepped back to where Harry was standing. You felt like you were going to faint, but you managed to hold it together so you could watch the rest of the show. Harry watched you instead. He was glowering, really, but you didn’t notice, your eyes still glued to the stage. That made his brows furrow even more, the fact that you were hardly paying him any attention. Sure, it was a concert, so you really shouldn’t have been focusing on him, but he saw the wink, saw how you practically melted afterwards. A rush flooded Harry’s body at that moment, too, though his was one of jealousy, not of elation.

He wanted to pull you close, kiss you, show the guy onstage and everyone else in the venue that you were dating him, that you were in love with him, not anyone else. But he knew he couldn’t. Your relationship wasn’t a secret anymore, but you still kept public displays of affection to a minimum. So all Harry could do was sit back and wait for the concert to end.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said when the show was finally over. You leaned in close so Harry could hear you over all the noise. Your nose was pressed against his cheek, not even able to kiss him because you were smiling too hard.

You hadn’t noticed Harry’s silence for the most of the night, but now that you were being escorted back to your car, you realized that your boyfriend was uncharacteristically quiet. You figured he was tired, though you weren’t sure how he could be. The concert was fantastic, and you were still on a high from the epic finale.

Humming Maluma songs the rest of the way to the car, you held Harry’s hand and swung it back and forth. Harry was quiet enough that you got lost in your own thoughts, replaying the concert in your head over and over again, from your favorites songs that were played, to the moment where you actually got to hold Maluma’s hand, and of course the wink. Just thinking about it made you swoon. You felt like you were a teenager with a crush, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Did you see him hold my hand, bubba? I can’t believe it actually happened,” you gushed, sighing as your head leaned against the passenger window.

“Hm,” Harry mumbled, keeping his eyes on the road and his jealousy to himself. He didn’t want to ruin the night for you, but you were fangirling over another man, and the longer you did so, his thoughts began to spiral.

What if you realized you liked him more? It made sense in Harry’s mind. Maluma spoke your native language, you clearly found him attractive, and Harry knew you liked singers (obviously). So what was stopping you from dumping him and moving onto someone you clearly admired?

“H? You alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, not looking over at you once. You were the best at reading his face, and he couldn’t let you see how upset he’d become.

Reaching over the center of the car, you ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve been kind of quiet all night. Are you feeling okay? Did you not enjoy the show?”

“The show was fine,” Harry grumbled, wishing he didn’t love how soothing your hand was as you scratched the back of his neck.

Now that the concert was over, you were able to look your boyfriend up and down. It was dark in the car, but you knew that frown anywhere. “Baby, you’re not…jealous are you?”

Yes. “No. Why would you think that?”

You tried not to giggle because you knew Harry didn’t like to be teased when he was grumpy like this, but it wasn’t easy. The thought of him being jealous of a man she hardly knew was laughable. You didn’t want anyone else, didn’t need anyone else. Harry was your forever person, and he knew that.

“I’m in love with you, H, and no one else.”

“You nearly fainted when he winked at you.”

“I was having a fangirl moment. It happens all the time at your concerts, doesn’t it?”

You had him there, and he knew it. Dating someone as well known as Harry wasn’t easy at first. It took time getting used to the fact that everyone seemed to be in love with your boyfriend, especially when they didn’t know he was taken. You trusted him, of course, but there were the occasional seeds of doubt, thinking that he possibly settled for you: a nobody from a small town who happened to be waiting in line in front of him at a record store in New York. You never faulted him for his fame or the things that came with it, though. Knowing how much he loved you was enough.

As he pulled into his house, Harry put the car in park and turned to look at you for the first time in what felt like hours. You were smiling at him, a kind one that communicated reassurance, and perhaps a little amusement at his pouty lips.

“You know I love you,” you said.

Harry did know that, but he was still grumpy. “Maybe.”

You gasped dramatically, mocking the hurt you didn’t actually feel. “You’ve cut me deep, bub. Here I was, ready to show you just how much I love you, and all I get is a, ‘Maybe,’” you said, purposely imitating him because you knew it would make him smile.

Almost as if on cue, a smile flickered on his lips, but it was gone almost as fast as it appeared. You knew he could get pretty moody when he was jealous, and it often took a lot of coaxing to get him to return to the charming, loving boy you loved so deeply. You didn’t want to have to use your trump card, but seeing as he was still pouting at you, you felt as though you had no choice.

“H, I was on set while you had sex with another woman. And a man for that matter.”

Harry hung his head. You thought it was with shame, but when he came back up, you realized it was so you wouldn’t see his smile. “You did, didn’t you?”

He technically didn’t have sex with anyone, but it was as close as two people acting in a movie could get. For both projects he was filming, you watched him get naked and roll around in a bed with someone else. It was all acting, and none of it all romantic as dozens of eyes watched through a camera screen or as they moved about the set, but it still wasn’t the best day ever.

“Uh huh,” you nodded. “You wanted support, and I was there for you. Happily. Because I love you so, so much. No one will ever change the way I feel about you, bubba. That’s a promise.”

“I know, lovie. I’m sorry for being an ass.”

You leaned in and kissed him, smiling against his mouth when he hummed gleefully. “I’m sorry for getting a little carried away. It really was just excitement though and nothing else.”

He nodded, understanding now. When he grinned at you again, it was more mischievous. “So, you said something earlier about showing me just how much you love me?”

Rolling your eyes, you kissed him again and got out of the car, heading inside for what was probably going to be a long night. “You’re lucky I still have so much energy from this concert.”

Harry was right behind you and was quick to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed and told him to put you down, but he did no such thing until you were back in your room and on his bed. Leaning up on your elbows, you raised a brow at him, waiting for his next move. Harry just grinned as he got rid of his shirt and came down to where you were, ready to rid his thoughts—and yours, too—of the last few hours.

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claralouvette · 1 year

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Quirkless! Single Mother X Keigo Takami/ Hawks

💝Proof reading Complete! (new phrases added!)

Synopsis💞

He was the Boss of an Agency. Hold on, lemme just reiterate that. He is your Boss and your his assistant.

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💌Female Reader age: 24

💌Keigo Takami age: 25

Part 2 (complete) Masterlist

🧡He was the Boss of an Agency. Hold on, lemme just reiterate that. He is your Boss and your his assistant. When you first met, he expected you to Fangirl , but you didn't. He felt your extraordinary determination to work at this agency. Of course, this is one of the top agencies where you could get the best salary, so who wouldn't want to work here.

🧡 On your First day, papers filled your table, the phone rang the whole room, and the email pings were everywhere. Hawks was testing you. Whether you are up for the job or not, it's a natural routine. I mean, last week, you were reeking of determination to have the job, and now, you must have the will power be a worthy person for the position.

Beginning the day, you started your task filled with doubt and unsureness, mediocre at best, quirkless, and clumsy. He was ready to fire you at the end of the day. Lunch break came, and you were exhausted. "Welp, Im grabbing lunch; good work!" he said as he flew off the balcony, leaving you alone in his office.

🧡 Lunch break, alone in the office, you sat down at your desk and pulled out your small, relatively simple bento box. Proceeding to eat it in silence while scrolling through your phone. "I can do this. I'm gonna make her proud and make my family happy". You said, motivating yourself while staring at a picture of you and your daughter. The lunch break nears its end, and your ready to face the inevitable. Sure, you started off awkwardly. You were surprised that this agency accepted you despite the many more applicable fitting applicants. It reminded you of some schools where the entrance exams were easy as pie, but good luck getting out of the school with a diploma. This agency totally has that vibe.

Hanks returns just in Time to start working again. To Hawks's disbelief, He thought you were a different person because of how well you manage things, full of confidence and professionality. That my folks just made him intrigue to you more.

🧡 Days and months go by. You are the most stern person he met, so strict on schedules and meetings that he thoughts you are his Boss now. You were just doing your job. Right now, he is running late for an interview. You told him to meet you at the front of his agency. Furious, you took the elevator back up to his office. Upon reaching the door, you knocked. "Hawks, you are late for an interview " No reply. You knocked, no response again. That's it, you opened the door, and he is night there..... dancing? No more bopping his head and listening to music via headphones. Feeling the vibration from his wings, he immediately looked towards the door. Seeing you, he realized his mistake immediately removed his headphones, faintly letting out a familiar tune, "Your late for an interview was all you just said, he chuckled. "Got lost track of time, I guess," he awkwardly said.

🧡The music he was listening to was your own song covers. When you discover that he listens to your cover, you internally panic. "You listen to that?" you asked. "Oh yeah, do you know her too? -"You cut him off by saying, "Her voice is too cringe" " Then let me hear you try." he said, smirking. Thankfully, He doesn't know it is you who runs that channel.

🧡 Time has passed, and your relationship with him took a more friendly turn, although you are still strict towards him, especially on his schedule. Aww, c'mon dove, you know the traffic can't stop me. I can Fly us there!" he tried to convince you. "Are you serious? Have you forgotten that I am quirkless??" you reasoned, clearly angered that no matter how many reminders he still forgot this damn meeting. "Of course not, but I promise you I won't drop a beautiful person like you," and that's it... "I'm not taking the risk. I'll just take the service there, cya." sad hawks stood alone in his office, disappointed that his move didn't work on you. He sighed before taking off" Oh, dove, you don't have to be that tough to reject me' and took off.

🧡 When he learned that you have a daughter. He was devastated. He thought his chance of courting you was over. "Your joking, right?" he asked, trying to hide his heartbreak. You laughed in return, "I'm not joking, hawks. I had her when I was 19. Say hi to him, sweety" you said as your daughter went and introduced herself. "Hello, mister Hawks. My name is Yua; it's nice to meet you!!" "Show him your special skill, sweet pea." Hawks got intrigued when you told the child to show him something. "Will he not get mad?" she asked. "No darling, in fact, he would be happier" When you said that, she nodded and began to focus. Then 2 water-like wings sprouted From her back and amazement struck hawks face.

🧡Ever since you introduced your daughter to Hawks, he wouldn't stop bugging you to bring her ever." DOVE!! Please get her here!" he begged. "Hawks, I will bring her here After her school," you said, trying to calm down, massaging your nose bridge. He seemed pleased with the reply, "And do your paperwork, please" you plead, and he agreed and played your cover songs on his office speakers. It became his work playlist, and you got used to hearing your voice, but to be honest it's kind of distracting.

🧡 Finally, you could brought your daughter to the agency again. The Hawks can finally quit bugging you about it. "Alright, kid! excited for your flying lesson?" "Absolutely, mister hawks!" she said excitedly. "I hope I can fly like you though I don't know if water would help me to Fly," she said, dejected. "Be optimistic, kid anything can happen if you believe in it. Let's get to the balcony before your mom over there gets angry at me," he said, making the child giggle. He played his work songs and started the lesson. "Alright, kid, First things." "It is one of Mom's songs!" she said enthusiastically, 'What? He thought, confused."Okay, I'm ready for the lesson now, mister Hawks," she said, switching her Focus back to Hawks. An hour passed, and with much determination, your daughter was able to fly. Hawks felt like a proud dad, For real.

"Mom! I can fly!" "Now, my sweet pea Im so proud!"

Hawks, Following behind, ready to tease you with a new found knowledge.

"and I Didn't know you could sing song bird." he started. "how come you never told me, that it was you I was listening to, hmm?" he said nearing close to you, from personal to intimate space. You blushing and a child giggling. Your gonna lecture your child later.

🧡 A year has passed, the both of you got closer, and hawks heart Basically yearns for you. He is passionate about loving you now that he knows about your past relationships. A Jerk who promised the world to you and then left when he learned you were pregnant. He wished he was there for you, when you were dealing with pregnancy alone.

To him you aren't just his assistant now, he sees you as someone he can rely on and, you also have warmed up to him too, trusting him with your problems. He loves what you both have, a good relationship, seeing each other as equals, and he wanted more, his instincts saying more.

He is determined to earn your trust and your heart "one day" he whispered, siting on his office desk alone staring at a selfie of him, you with your daughter smiling genuinely, and somewhere on his mind he imagined a family with you.

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daisyblog · 1 year

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Ed Sheeran Concert

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN finally make the first move.

"Tommo you're overthinking this" Liam spoke as the Yorkshire boy paced back and forth, in front of the sofa where the four other boys were currently sitting.

"I'm fookin' nervous..what if I mess this up..it's my only chance" Louis argued.

"Lou, what are you nervous about..she's already agreed to go with you" Harry questioned as his eyes followed Louis as he continued to pace.

"'cause she thinks we're going as friends-".

"Well be bold and just make a move" Niall shrugged, almost like it was the most obvious thing to do, making Louis stop and look at him.

"Yeh..thanks smart arse why didn't I think of that" Louis sarcastically said.

"He's got a point" Zayn spoke up for the first time.

"Lads..I can't just make a move..it's not that fookin' easy" the four boys sat silently looking at Louis "Whot...why are you all looking at me like tha'?".

"'cause it is that easy Lou" Harry answered.

Louis signed, getting frustrated and regretting asking the boys over to his and Harry's flat for help. Louis had asked YN the previous day if she wanted to go to Ed Sheeran's concert with him in Manchester tomorrow night as the band had a couple of days off.

The band had just finished an interview and were waiting in a room backstage for their team to finish what they were doing. YN was talking to Louise and the boys were sat on the chairs in the corner of the room.

"Go and ask her Lou" Harry encouraged, nudging his arm.

"I'll ask her later" Louis tried to avoid talking to YN at that very moment.

"No..do it now because you'll chicken out" Liam said.

"Fine" Louis snapped at the boys nagging him.

As Louis walked over to where YN is talking, he took a deep breath, preparing himself to be rejected. He fluffed his hair with his hands, making the boys snicker and giggle from where they watched their nervous friend. YN had finished her conversation and turned around as Louis approached her, making her bump into him.

"Oh sorry Lou" YN gently smiled up at his slightly taller frame.

"Sorry love" Louis nervously said "Um..I..uh".

"Everything okay?" YN asked with a giggle watching the boy stutter.

Louis opened and closed his mouth a few times, making Niall cover his mouth to avoid his loud laugh coming out. "Uh..I..I wanted to..ask you something".

"Yeah..sure of course you can babe" YN smiled up at him.

"I'm going to Manchester..to see Ed..Ed Sheeran..and..do you..I wanted to ask if..you know.." YN smiled encouraging Louis to continue "If you wanted to come with me..to the concert?".

"Oh Lou...I'd love to" YN leaned up to wrap her arms around his shoulders as she leaned her head on his shoulder, making him do the same. From where he stood he could see the other boys high-five each other and give Louis a thumbs up, making him roll his eyes at their childishness.

"How is it easy?...I end up stuttering every time it's just us and looking like an idiot" Louis argued as he sat down on the chair opposite.

"Start off slow..it's gonna be a busy crowd so hold her hand and play it off like you don't want to lose her or something" Liam suggested.

"I say just go for it...you're already her cuddle buddy" Niall teased, making Zayn flick his ear.

"Lou...don't listen to these two idiots..just go and enjoy yourself..you'll know in the moment if something feels right or not...don't think too much about it" Harry spoke sense to his best mate.

"I agree with Harry man..you'll just know..you can't plan stuff like that" Zayn agreed.

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As planned Louis had picked YN up to drive up to Manchester ahead of the concert. Music playing from the radio, YN would sing along now again when the pair weren't chatting.

"Are you sure your Mum doesn't mind me staying the night too..I can book into a hotel or something still?" YN spoke. As Manchester wasn't too far away from Doncaster, Louis' hometown, he wanted to make most the time off and see his family too.

"Love..for the millionth time she doesn't mind...in fact it was her idea so stop worrying" Louis reassured her "Plus...my sisters are so excited to see you..my Mum too..I think they love you more than me" Louis joked.

"I doubt that..you're a proper Mummy's boy" YN teased him.

"I am" Louis agreed nodding his head.

"I think it's cute" YN complimented as she turned to look at Louis in the driving seat. Was he blushing?

"You're cute" Louis spoke without thinking, making his eyes widen, secretly hoping she didn't hear him.

As they both entered the venue where the concert was being held, they both stuck to the back of the crowd trying to blend in. They had taken the risk of going without security, a couple of fans had noticed them and asked for photos which they happily took. The fans respected the pair's privacy and went back to their original spot and only glancing at them now and again. Louis had realised that this was not the place to make his move with so many watching eyes. But it didn't stop him from admiring her from where he stood, YN was carefree, lived every moment as if it was her last and didn't care who watched her.

As Ed sings 'The A Team', YN can't help but sing along and as notices Louis standing there just watching. She entwines their hands and lifted them up in the air, nudging him to join her singing.

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

In that moment, he knew he was in too deep and had fallen for his bandmate.

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It was around 11:30pm when Louis and YN arrived at his Mum's house in Doncaster, meaning his younger sisters were asleep. He knew his Mum was awake as she had text him earlier in the evening to say she would wait up for them. Hearing his car pull up in the driveway, his Mum stood by the front door waiting to see her son and, his bandmate.

Louis pulled his Mum into a tight embrace "I've missed you my baby boy", YN couldn't help but smile at the loving moment. "You too my love" Jay spoke to YN whilst pulling her in for a motherly hug.

"Thank you so much letting me stay" YN thanked her.

"You don't need to thank me darlin'" Jay spoke sweetly "C'mon in you both come". As the three walked into the lounge, Jay added "Plus the girls are so excited to see you..so prepare yourself for the chaos in the morning"

"I feel like they're growing and changing every time I see them" Louis commented "The photo of the twins you sent me the other day…they look so much older"

"They are..they're like stroppy teenagers already" Jay joked.

"Alfie's the same" YN began "I feel like he's going to be off to uni before I know it"

After catching up with Louis' Mum, the three decide it was time to call it a night before their early wake-up call from his younger siblings in the morning. Louis was staying in his childhood bedroom and YN was in the guest room, further down the hallway. After an hour of tossing and turning, not being able to sleep, Louis decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water to drink. As he entered the kitchen, he was startled to see YN standing against the counter sipping on what looked like tea.

"Hey" Louis spoke into the dimly lit room, making YN jump.

"Fucking 'ell Lou..you scared me" YN tried to whisper, so she didn't wake the others.

"Sorry love" Lou chuckled, walking over to where she stood so he could make a cup of tea for himself. "Can't sleep?"

"No..I don't know why..I hope it was okay to make myself some tea..it usually helps"

"O'course it is love" Louis reassured her before pouring the hot water into his own mug.

"Why are you awake anyway?" she asked him.

"Dunno...just thinking"

"About?"

You "Nothing" he shrugged.

"Loouuu"

He turned to look at the girl next to him, even when she was wearing her unmatching pyjamas, hair in its natural state and a bare face, she was still beautiful in his eyes. "I..um..I need to tell you something" Louis spoke softly, "I..I..I don't know how to te-"

Louis wasn't sure if he was dreaming or if it was all in his head but time stood still when YN leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was so soft and gentle, he could have missed it. As she quickly pulls away, she whispers a quiet 'sorry' and looks away from his gaze. Taking her face in his hands, he places his lips back onto hers. Whilst the kiss is still gentle, their movements are a little more rushed. YN's hand find their way to grip his t-shirt, one of Louis' hands is placed on the back of her neck keeping her close, whilst the other one has moved down and is pulling at her hip. After a few minutes lost in the moment and each other, they pull apart, unable to hide their smiles.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" Louis admits as he leans his forehead on hers.

"Me too" YN leans up and leaves a peck on his lips. Now she's had a taste, she can't get enough.

"C'mon lets go and cuddle"

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Louis woke to the sound of voices and movement downstairs, letting him know his sisters were awake. He looked to his side and YN was fast asleep, her hands tucked under her chin. Wanting to let her sleep, he placed a gentle peck on her head and got out of bed, putting on his t-shirt and shorts. As he walked through the door to the kitchen, he could smell breakfast cooking and was immediately greeted by his four sisters.

"Morning Kiddos" Louis messed up Daisy and Pheobe's hair.

"Where's YN?" Lottie eagerly asked.

"Aw thanks Lot...never mind about me..I see who's your favourite" Louis teased "She's still sleeping"

Once her had made a fuss of his younger siblings, he wrapped his arm around his Mum's shoulder as she was buttering some toast "Morning Mum"

"Good morning my darlin" Jay greeted him, with a little smirk.

"Whot?" Louis looked at his Mum suspiciously.

"Aw nothing" Her smirk still present.

"Mum..whot is it?"

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Uh..yeh?" Louis said, almost asking a question.

"Any midnight kisses?" Jay teased.

Louis closed his eyes and cringed with embarrassment "Muuum"

"Hey..it was the last thing I expected to see when I came down for some water" Jay spoke as she passed the twins their toast "But..I can't say I'm surprised either...you couldn't hide your feelings if you tried"

Interrupting the conversation, YN appeared at the door "Morning" causing the girls to run and hug her, Jay looked on and smiled at the scene. As Louis caught YN's gaze, he sent her a little smirk and wink, a blush coating her cheeks. Maybe it was that easy!

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naruto--imagines · 3 months

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Can you do hcs for shikamaru and kiba with a celebrity s/o(acting, singing, whatever)? Like how the act on the red carpet, at award shows, everyday life etc? Thanks so much 💕

Shikamaru

The two of you meet at the bar where you did open mic. He was in the corner with a chess board enjoying the ambient music that was provided, and your lyrics happened to get his attention.

Very few people could actually pull off writing in Iambic Pentameter, at first he thought that maybe someone else wrote your songs for you

Somehow you ended up talking with his friends (Ino probably roped you into it) and he realized that you were more intelligent than he originally gave you credit for.

The two of you meet up for coffee after that, and it was all history from there. Shikamaru was there to support you through all the stages of you becoming a celebrity, he even took it upon himself to learn about the music industry and represent you as your agent ("It'd be a drag to have some outside person do it. This way you don't have to worry about ulterior motives")

The one thing that he desperately hates about your job is red carpet events. ("They're such a drag, we should just stay home" 'I've been nominated for an award, we can't stay home,')

At the event he is quiet, he follows your lead and tries to stay out of the lime light as much as he can. He tries to fly under the radar (occasionally he has to step in when reporters get a bit to pushy)

At home he spends a lot of time in his office [going over deals, reviewing contracts, filling out charity paper work, looking into brand deals, the works. By the end of the work day he is completely over looking at paperwork and dealing with people.

It's around this time that he'll stop into your recording studio and listen to whatever project you're working on

Your melody's aways manage to sooth him, you've always worries that it was boring listening to you work shop the same bars over and over (he assures you it isn't) he usually ends up being in such a state of relaxation that he ends up dozing off [which is totally not the reason behind you buying that super comfy couch]

Kiba

Kiba and you met through your college's jazz concert class. He needed the elective, you were pursuing a career in music education.

For an extra credit assignment, you were asked to create and perform as a band. You and Kiba decided to work together (along with a few others from class).

While the class required you to perform as a jazz band, the four of you found that you worked well together and decided to make your band work more official.

During the first few years of the new band, you worked as a teacher, and Kiba worked for his family's vet office. You would play small venues every other weekend (mainly playing covers of bands you were aspiring to be). On weekends when you weren't playing, you were working on songwriting.

One of the nights you stayed late at Kiba's place, you were so close to getting your new song to sound how you wanted it, the two of you took a break for dinner and began talking, the next thing you knew he was taking you out officially.

You two have been together ever since.

Your band slowly grew in popularity, eventually getting to the point where you all left your typical jobs and were able to focus full-time on creating music and performing shows (you even managed to pull out a headliner tour)

Eventually, you found yourselves at a few award events here and there. Kiba relished these events, they always stressed you out a bit. Being the figurehead of the band usually meant you were the one participating in the interviews and speaking on behalf of your bandmates.

The day after these events were always filled with Kiba boating about you on the internet

"Look at how good my partner looks!" Always accompanied by pictures of the two of you from the event

"And my friends look alright" Accompanied by unflattering pictures of your bandmates.

As soon as you could, Kiba insisted that the two of you purchase a house. One that had enough space for you to have a studio and plenty more space for a dog (or two, or three... or five).

You did end up adopting quite a few dogs [ and then running a nonprofit foster and rehab for abused animals] despite his aggressive exterior, Kiba was the bleeding heart of your relationship.

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imaginesbymonika · 1 year

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Silence.

Pairing: Matty Healy x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of drugs, rehab and an interventions, mentions of heartbreak

Plot: Two old lovers meet again.

read part two here

Song to listen to while reading:

Y/N hasn't been in London for a while now. Of course, whenever she and her band were touring she physically happened to be there, but emotionally speaking… she hasn't been in London for almost ten years. And walking these streets after all this time feels peculiar, almost as if she was existing in a dream-like state. She was supposed to remember, and she did- just not entirely. The young woman used to know this city by heart, she knew all the best places to get coffee for example… but those turned into pricey restaurants or supermarkets. Maybe it had something to do with the drugs she used to take, but maybe she simply grew up. Y/N was pushing 30. Maybe life is supposed to feel more ordinary once you reach a certain age.

Every now and then someone stops her. Tells her how much they love her and her music. Y/N puts the cigarette between her lips and places the brown cup of coffee on the damp pavement in order to take their phones into her hand. "What are you doing here?", they ask and she smiles before the words leave her lips. "It's the BBC. You know, we're doing some promo stuff. I left the guys in the studio to get some fresh air."

"That's really cool.", the young woman with the black leather jacket expresses while she puts her phone back into her pocket:" What a coincidence that your guys' album comes out on the same day. Feels like 2014 again." Y/N doesn't react, instead, she blinks a few times before she takes another deep breath from her cigarette. "Well, you know… the 1975 releases an album too."

Without missing a beat Y/N nods:" Oh yeah. That's who you're talking about. Yeah, that's fun." The brunette teenager with the painted-on freckles tilts her head, her eyes scanning her features:" Are you two still talking? You know, you and Matty."

The musician only shakes her head:" Sometimes. Anyway, I have to go now. It was nice meeting you."

Matthew. Y/N tries her best not to think about him too much. It doesn't always work, but oh well, she was at least trying. Her relationship with the British singer was everything but healthy. It was filled with so much love that it nearly choked her, but that alone couldn't save either of them. They dated for a few years after being friends for two, before it ended unexpectedly on a Wednesday afternoon with an intervention. Maybe, just maybe if she had said goodbye to him properly things would be more painless now- but by that point, they were both just way out of it. Their families agreed that it would be better to cut all ties between them. Y/N laughed when her mother dragged her out of the apartment, while Matty simply reproduced her behavior:" See you tomorrow, babe." But that didn't happen.

After that, she spent a full year in rehab, where she has written over a dozen songs about Matty. It was the only way she allowed herself to grieve. Y/N didn't talk about him during interviews, whenever someone brought it up she merely shook her head. Of course, she had heard his songs, after all, some of them managed to become radio hits. The 1975 became an enormous success and Y/N was secretly very happy for Matty. But she tries not to think about him too much. Being back in London now feels like returning to your childhood home after you moved out ages ago. It could never be the same.

She takes another deep breath and places the cigarette in between her fingers before she sits down on a bench. It's rather nice outside. The sky might be grey, but at least it isn't raining anymore. Y/N listens to how the birds in the naked trees sing their own songs and she even smiles at the people who walk past her.

Her y/e/ced eyes roam the park when suddenly her heart drops. For a moment she assumes that she's hallucinating. But the longer she stares the clearer it gets that she isn't imagining things. With his eyes looking right back at her Matty Healy is standing on the opposite side of the small lake. He is wearing a beige trench coat, while he himself is holding a cigarette in his hand.

Y/N parts her lips. A million thoughts are running through her head, but none want to leave her mouth. She hasn't seen him in person in such a long time but still, he manages to look the same. Matty resumes staring at her. Until she hesitatingly points at the empty space next to her. His gaze follows her hand and after a moment he nods his head. The singer slowly makes his way around the pond and once he reaches her he calmly sits down.

“Hey.”, he states and Y/N clears her throat. “Hi.” "Didn't expect to see you here.", he sounds, and the two watch how the little duck family swims around on the water. Y/N chuckles weakly, she wonders if he would have come into this area if he had known she would be there. But she doesn't ask:" We arrived this morning, to be fair."

And then he declares:" It's good to see you." And she didn't mean to cry, but Y/N can't help herself. The tears arise in her eyes and she brings her hand up to slightly shield them:" I'm sorry." "Hey.", he softly says:" Don't be, it's fine. Believe me, I want to cry too." A sniffled chuckle escapes her and he quickly mirrors it.

"I don't know. I just never truly knew how much I missed you until right now."

"Hey.", he speaks while his hand flies up towards his chest, and an acted painful expression covers his pretty face," I thought that you were being honest about me in your songs." Y/N doesn't laugh and neither does he. "I am.", she answers after a while:" Everything I have ever written about you is a hundred percent true. I want you to know that."

Matty takes a new cigarette out of his pocket and lights it up:" I don't think I have ever stopped writing about you. Truth be told, and all that." He makes a few hand gestures. For a while the two singers remain that way, sitting next to one another, and at some point, he reaches for her hand:" I wish we could meet each other again, for the first time."

Y/n turns her head to glance at him. His grey hairs are perceptible in between the dark locks. “Yeah, me too.”

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #the 1975 #1975 #the 1975 imagines #x reader #imagine #x you #matty healy angst #matty healy imagine #matthew healy #Spotify

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Steve Wright, who has died aged 69, helped to redefine the role of a disc jockey when he established his BBC Radio 1 afternoon show in the 1980s. To the usual formula of linking almost back-to-back music, he added gossip, trivia, guests from the world of entertainment such as Paul McCartney and Warren Beatty, and a general feeling of chaos that became known as the “zoo” format. It made him the most popular UK radio presenter of the era, with audiences of more than eight million.

“The show’s a little bit of everything you fancy,” he said. “I invented the format myself. It’s a tabloid newspaper of the airwaves – fast, fun and packed with info. Something for everyone.”

Some of the regular “guests” or “listeners” phoning in – including Mr Angry, Gervaise the hairdresser and Damian the social worker – were fictional spoof characters voiced by actors, while Phil Cornwell, whom Wright described as “a crazed, inspired genius”, provided impersonations of David Bowie, John Lennon, Robert De Niro, the Rolling Stones and others. Cornwell’s interactions with the DJ were improvised. A compulsive collector of information, Wright was particularly fond of the “factoids” and bizarre true stories he dug up to entertain his listeners.

Alongside the showbiz guests, Wright was also trusted by politicians, although things did not always go well. On one occasion he was waiting in the prime minister’s study at 10 Downing Street, preparing to conduct an interview with John Major, when he spotted two paracetamol tablets on a table. As he was suffering from a headache himself, he popped them into his mouth.

“When Mr Major walked in, I think he spotted the empty packets – because there was an immediate atmosphere,” recalled Wright. “He wouldn’t really loosen up. I asked him what clothes he liked to wear and he said, ‘Er, um, casual.’ I asked what sort of casual, but he wouldn’t be drawn.” However, Wright did elicit the revelation that the prime minister’s favourite record was the Marty Robbins western ballad El Paso. “A very strange song indeed,” observed the DJ.

Wright first took to the Radio 1 airwaves with a Saturday evening show in 1980 and, within weeks, was presenting Top of the Pops on BBC television. Then, he hosted the Saturday mid-morning show before switching to his long-running post-lunch weekday slot in a programme eventually titled Steve Wright in the Afternoon (1981-93).

At the beginning of 1994 he moved to the flagship Radio 1 breakfast show, titled Steve Wright in the Morning, in a bid by the BBC to halt declining ratings. He added 250,000 listeners within four months and kept a steady audience of seven million while audiences for other shows plummeted. Nevertheless, Wright walked out on his £165,0000-a-year job in 1995 – following differences with Matthew Bannister, the recently appointed controller of Radio 1 – and joined Talk Radio for an unhappy few months.

He was back at the BBC in 1996, switching to Radio 2 to present a Saturday show and launch Steve Wright’s Sunday Love Songs, a mix of classic songs, dedications and real-life romance stories, before returning to familiar territory in 1999 with Steve Wright in the Afternoon. When his departure from the afternoon slot was announced in 2022, he handed over typically graciously, saying “Now, I’ve been doing this programme for 24 years at Radio 2, and so how can I possibly complain? Really, I can’t hog the slot for ever, so let’s give somebody else a go.”

Wright was born in Greenwich, south-east London, and brought up in New Cross, the son of Richard Wright, who managed a Burton’s menswear store, and his wife, June (nee Saunders). Following the family’s move to Southend-on-Sea, Essex, Steve attended Eastwood high school, where he broadcast on school radio over a speaker system from the stock cupboard.

Leaving with three O-levels, he went through jobs as a shipping insurance company clerk, telephone engineer and backstage theatre worker, as well as running his own jingles business. He also had an unsuccessful stint singing on the club circuit, and worked in hospital radio in his spare time.

Joining the BBC in the early 70s, he spent three years working in its pop record library, digging out vinyl discs for DJs to play, followed by a period as a researcher in radio. He left in 1975 to host a show on Radio Atlantis in Belgium, then worked as a reporter and presenter on LBC in London.

In 1976, he moved to the newly launched commercial station Radio 210 in Reading, making promotional trailers and jingles before hosting his own show – he and a fellow 210 DJ, Mike Read, also contributed a pop column to the local newspaper, the Reading Chronicle. Wright switched to Radio Luxembourg three years later and returned to the BBC in 1980.

Radio fame brought Wright television appearances not just on Top of the Pops (1980-89), but also as a panellist on gameshows such as Blankety Blank (1987-89) and That’s Showbusiness (1990-93). He then became the presenter of Home Truths (1994), with celebrities answering general knowledge questions and revealing skeletons in their closet, and Steve Wright’s People Show (1994-95), featuring celebrity guests. From 1997 until 2009, he narrated the Top of the Pops archive footage programme TOTP2.

On radio, Wright’s other shows included Wright Around the World for the BBC World Service (1999-2003) and Radio 2’s Pick of the Pops (2022-24), and he continued to present Sunday Love Songs until his death.

He was appointed MBE in this year’s new year honours list.

In 1985, Wright married Cyndi Robinson; they divorced in 1999. He is survived by their children, Tom and Lucy, his father and his brother, Laurence.

🔔 Steve (Stephen Richard) Wright, radio and television presenter, born 26 August 1954; died 12 February 2024

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jason ??

teach me moar abt newsted

okay. jason.

he is bubbliest and sweetest man i’ve ever heard of. i am quite literally in love with him

he grew up on his family’s farm in battle creek, michigan, and they raised horses until he was (roughly) a teen. he’s mentioned a few times how impactful it was growing up taking care of animals and watching the babies be born every year. in one interview he said he’d have been a horse farmer or big animal vet if he hadn’t gotten into music.

his first band was flotsam and jetsam, who put out their first album doomsday for the deceiver in 1986. jason wrote most of the songs (and it’s evident, the bass is absolutely monstrous.) their record company’s ceo brian slagel was actually the one to recommend him to metallica when they were holding auditions. (you can listen to jason’s first audition here.)

he was a metallica fan long before he joined the band (which james has mentioned he didn’t like in the beginning, and part of the reason they hazed him so much in the first seven to eight months was to get him to stop.) but him being a fan showed when he was on stage and made him the heart and soul of metallica for the 14 years he played with them. he was the first on stage and last off and didn’t take any breaks for three whole hours. he always stayed to sign autographs and talk to fans even when the other three had gone back to their dressing rooms.

(we all know the story of …and justice for all and the lack of bass.) however that album wasn’t his first release with metallica; on august 21st 1987 they released the $5.98 EP, which has 5 (purposely under-produced) covers of the guys’ favorite songs. (personally it’s one of my favorites simply because of how great the bass sounds.)

jason recorded his parts for ajfa in a week, and part of the reason the mixing of the bass is so low is because he felt he was too new to advocate otherwise. however there are multiple fan-made versions of the album with audible bass. (this one is my personal favorite.)

his writing credits with metallica include the riff for blackened, the bass part for my friend of misery (which was originally meant to be an instrumental and should have stayed that way), and where the wild things are.

following his departure from the band in 2001 (which you can read more about here) he released a record with his band echobrain.

… i just realized this ask is almost a month old. i am SO SO SORRY but this is all from memory if it helps

#not even the full story #i just needed to get this out of my drafts #metallica #asks #jason newsted

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Unfinished Sentences

A Ben Mendelsohn fic.

Summary: You’re a actor who’s known for your indie work, but when you get a job working for on Secret Invasion with Ben Mendelsohn as your partner in crime, things may get complicated.

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Chapter 1

You were pretty happy with where you were in your life, having just wrapped on filming another project, you were about to head into the promotion period for Marvel. You had been told how gruelling it could be, but you were partnered up with your partner in crime, Ben Mendelsohn. So, at least it would be fun.

Before you entered into the booth where you would conduct your routine set of interviews, you looked over at Ben dressed in his smart navy jacket and light blue shirt, and took a moment to remember where all this began.

Shooting the show was great, the people were kind and generous and they loved what they did. You were loving the opportunity to try something different, and it was certainly different from all the indies you’d previously worked in.

In fact, it was an indie film that had Kyle Bradstreet, the creator, looking in your direction in the first place. A quirky little comedy about two people who get high and, with surprising success, rob a bank. You’d taken the film to Toronto a couple of years earlier where you ran into Ben for the first time. He was complimentary about the project, saying how much fun it was as an entertainment piece, which was exactly what you hoped it would be, nothing serious, just some fun.

When Marvel called only a couple of days later, you were told so little, but suspected your new Australian friend may have been talking you up to the producers. You’d gotten used to that by now, that’s how it all worked, you have one good conversation with one person and everything you ever wanted could happen, the hard part was proving your worth, and you certainly intended to do just that.

The character you played interacted with Talos a lot, so much of your down time was spent listen to Mendo talk about music, Australia, his family and, honestly some weird shit… a lot of weird shit came out of that man’s mouth. But you loved it, he was eccentric and fun and playful and most importantly, he was kind. He had a wicked wit that you found yourself adding to every chance you got. Your relationship was one people almost came to hate, when you two were together, you were unstoppable.

Your favourite jokes had been the ones where Mendo would come in first thing in the morning, say something in jest to you quietly in the make up trailer, and you’d spend all day laughing about the little references made to it.

When it was over you hugged everyone and both yourself and Mendo were on the verge of tears, you’d never have another experience like this, probably not get another opportunity to work with him again and the chances of seeing each other regularly were slim at best. This was it.

You’d come into the make up trailer that morning and there were no jokes immediately. You looked at each other and Mendo got up to hug you.

‘Alright my Angel.’ He said, quietly, a nickname he’d come up with when he realised you were just as filthy as he was. ‘It’s going to be a good day, we’ll get through, don’t you worry about that.’

‘Fuck, this is going to be hard.’ I sniffed, trying not to cry.

Mendo pulled back shaking his head. ‘Nah, easy part is the work, we’ll do the hard part at the end.’ He stroked your hair, affectionately as he sometimes did, and you appreciated it.

The day really was hard, every scene you had with Mendo was another reminder of how you would never get this lucky again. At lunch you sat together, Sam and Olivia were chatting away as they often did when you two sat like naughty school children in the back of a class.

You suddenly remembered something and looked at Mendo, about to tell him for the sake of having any conversation that wasn’t about work, but immediately stopped yourself; that was a bad idea under any circumstance.

‘What?’ He asked, noticing something was on your mind.

‘Nothing, don’t worry about it.’ You brushed it off.

‘Oh, you’re going red.’ He smiled that wicked smile. ‘You were going to say something dirty. Now you have to tell me.’ As loud as this guy could be, you appreciated he was being quiet at that moment.

You folded your arms, knowing full well that he would not give up until you told him. ‘Okay, but you cannot make fun of me.’

‘I wouldn’t dare.’ He promised, eagerly awaiting your response.

‘I had a dream about you last night.’ You got it all out in one go.

‘Oh really?’ His blue eyes widened, and his wicked smile became uncontrollable. ‘A dirty dream?’

‘Well, obviously.’ You could feel your face aching with how red it was.

‘Was I good?’ He teased you, as he often did.

‘Bro, it was my fantasy, of course you were.’ You told him, making him cackle and deciding to own it instead of getting embarrassed by it. ‘But it wasn’t just you.’

Mendo frowned.

‘Jason Sudeikis was there as well.’

‘Okay well that’s just ruined everything.’

‘Oh believe me, it was an improvement on some things.’ You joked, making him laugh that boyish laugh he had.

You were called pretty soon after for a scene, but you kept catching his eye and it made you both laugh. The whole cast and crew were used to it by now, they probably thought you were just giddy and laughing at nothing, but that so rarely was the case. You had so many inside jokes and secret laughs that you lost count after a while. You’d miss this.

After you’d wrapped for the day and everyone had their moment to say goodbye, you all decided to grab a drink in the hotel bar. You’d gotten used to hotel stays, not living in London yourself, it was nice to see the city from a new light.

Mendo had positioned himself next to you all night, no one thinking it that unusual, but you could feel a shift in the air, unsure of what it was exactly.

The night rolled on, drinks were ordered, shots consumed. You were basically drunk, but sober enough to know when to stop. Sam was telling one of his wild stories from working with Tarantino, but you were struggling to stay upright.

‘I think I’m going to call it a night.’ You said, mostly to Mendo as everyone else was engrossed in the story. ‘I need my bed.’

‘You want some company?’ He asked, teasingly, making you hold in a laugh, but you could tell from his expression he half meant it. You needed to get out before it became awkward.

He got up to have a smoke outside, again not an unusual thing for him to do, but you decided to make a quick escape to stop yourself thinking anymore filthy thoughts about your friend. It just wasn’t appropriate, and you didn’t want to ruin the good relationship you had with him.

‘Goodnight, guys.’ You said and everyone stood up to hug you.

‘Pleasure working with you, Y/N.’ Sam said as he hugged me. ‘Call if you’re ever over my way, and I mean it, it’d be good to see you again.’

‘I will.’ You promised, half laughing to yourself about how lucky you’d gotten to be able to call Samuel L. Jackson a friend.

You made your way to the lift and ran into Mendo coming back in on your way.

‘Making a sneaky escape?’ He asked, jokingly.

‘Yeah, I’m trying to get away from this guy who I dreamt about.’ You made him giggle. ‘God, he was an absolute machine in my head, but it’d never work out in reality.’

‘And why’s that?’ He bit his lip, trying to contain his laugh.

You don’t know what came over you, but all the joking went away, and you decided to be honest. ‘Because I love him too much to ruin what we have.’ You watched him face take in yours, he sighed, nodding. ‘Fuck, I’m going to miss you, Ben.’

‘I’m gonna miss you too.’ He let a heavy breath go. ‘Can I walk you to your room? I promise I won’t joke about it anymore.’

‘Sure.’ You shrugged.

You didn’t really want to leave him just yet, you made a friend for life and you didn’t know how you were going to function not seeing him every day.

Mendo pushed the button for the lift, he was always a gentleman when he got the chance to be. You loved that about him, always a jokester but a big heart that surfaced occasionally. It was late enough that you ended up being the only two inside. You pushed the button to your floor and sighed, leaning back.

‘Fuck, my head is spinning.’ You said, trying to take deep breaths and stop the alcohol ruining any chance you had at making it to your room.

‘You’re okay, just keep breathing slowly.’ Mendo put his arm around you for support, making sure you didn’t collapse. You could smell him, that familiar cologne he wore, there wasn’t anything special about it, just that he was the one who wore it. He kissed the top of your head and sighed. ‘I’m gonna miss you so much.’ He whispered.

‘You already said that.’ You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist, getting comfortable.

‘Yeah…’ he said, with no clear end to the sentence.

The lift arrived at your floor, and it took a moment for you to unwrap yourself from around his body. You were a little more unsteady than you thought, making him giggle behind you.

‘Take your shoes off, it might help.’ He chuckled.

‘You’re a genius.’ You could feel your throat drying as you bent down to remove your heels, they weren’t that high, but walking bare foot made things so much easier.

‘Do you want some help?’ He couldn’t stop giggling at you leaning against the wall.

You tried to straighten yourself up and took a deep breath. He always brightened your mood and made you silly.

‘You can carry my shoes.’ You said it pretending to be an entitled arsehole and it only and whim laugh harder.

‘Your majesty,’ Mendo bowed theatrically. ‘It would be the greatest of honours to carry your shoes.’ He placed his hands out to take your shoes and you placed them in the middle of his palms, sauntering away towards your room.

You turned back to see his eyes suddenly darting up to yours.

‘Sir, I believe you were checking me out.’ You teased, but it was his turn to go red, try not to smile and give himself away.

‘Sorry.’ He really did seem apologetic.

‘It’s okay, you were doing a lot more than that in my dream.’ You winked, watching him place his hand on the wall next to your door, his breathing was definitely heavier, and his jaw clenched for a moment.

‘Are you sure you don’t want your dream to come true?’ He asked, half meaning it.

For a long moment, you screamed yes inside your head. You couldn’t imagine anything better than spending a night laughing with this man while he did unspeakably good things to you. You had a good feeling it wouldn’t be awkward either, you knew each other well enough that you would simply give in and go with the flow. You knew it would be good.

You cleared your throat, putting your key card into the slot to open the door. He hadn’t stopped staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes, they were mesmerising.

‘I think it’s best we don’t.’ You finally said.

He half smiled in disappointment, looking down at the ground for a second, before looking up.

‘That seemed to take a long time for you to say.’ He pointed out.

‘Yeah…’ You said, not really sure of where the sentence was going. ‘It was a lot to think about.’

Ben nodded, still watching your face for any sign of you changing your mind. You weren’t sober enough to be able to control where your eyes were being drawn to. You scanned his handsome face, taking in everything, finally stopping on his lips, before drawing your gaze back up to his now very dark eyes.

The sound of your shoes being tossed into your room was what drew you to the reality of the situation you found yourself in. His hand brushed the side of your waist, making you gasp from the contact, his other hand gently brushed your hair behind your ear and there was no stopping any of this now.

You gently pulled him into your dimly lit hotel room, he guided you against a nearby wall and stopped just millimetres from your mouth. You could feel each other's breath, you held the lapels of his jacket tightly, silently begging for the contact.

‘Ben.’ You breathed.

His lips grazed yours and it wasn’t nearly enough of what you needed. You listened to him sigh with relief, before sinking down into a surprisingly affectionate kiss. Where your dream had been hot and heavy, this was gentle and affectionate, like he was trying to say something words couldn’t express.

You felt him pouring into you, his quiet hums of satisfaction were to die for, his scent was intoxicating and all consuming. You remembered vividly in your dream where things went from there, you remembered the image of him on his knees for you and groaned at the thought that his mouth could work this way somewhere else. Fuck, he was beautiful.

You felt his hand wrap around your body, pulling you flush against him, his lips gliding over yours, teasing the notion of descending to your neck, but he never went that far.

Suddenly he brought everything to a slow, his lips placed lazy kisses against yours and his hands loosened their grip around your body.

‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered. ‘I don’t want to do it like this.’

You frowned, still feeling his mouth against you. ‘Like what?’

Ben brought both of his hands up to your face, gently stroking his thumbs across your cheeks. He kissed you again.

‘Can I say goodbye to you in the morning?’ He asked. You weren’t sure what the question meant. ‘I don’t want to leave things on an awkward note.’

‘Sure.’ You nodded, still craving more of his kisses.

He sank once more into you, before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours, finally the whisper of a smile appeared.

‘You think you could let me go?’ He asked, trying not to laugh. It was only then you realised you were still holding onto his lapels.

‘Oh, sorry.’ You suddenly let go.

‘It’s okay.’ Ben shook his head. ‘If I’d been another drink down, I might not have asked.’ He made you chuckle with him. ‘Goodnight, Angel.’

He gently placed one last kiss to your lips before leaving your hotel room. You slid down the wall and asked yourself: what just happened?

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