#mariamuses singing

[mariamuses]

make it to christmas - alessia cara

it has been a wHILE you guys i know but like, i'm taking my residency exam in january so it's been crazy around here for a while... aNYWAY, i hope you like this little christmas cover, please give it some much needed love <3

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@thegreyj

Happy holidays!!! 🎄🕎☃️✨🎁 I’m your Yulemas exchange secret Santa! I wish I could say this is finished but life kinda caught up with me and suddenly December is almost over lol, that’s to say - please please enjoy this snippet of your soon-to-be holiday fic ❤️

Do Not Go Quoting Elf to Me (title up for debate) snippet

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Rowan stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to face her with an arched brow. “Did you just call me cute?”

Aelin blinked as she realized what she’d just said. She saw the shock on Rowan’s face dissolve into light amusement and a small smirk play at his lips the longer she sputtered for a response. It was the damned smirk that snapped her back to life, scoffing, and hoping her face didn’t look as hot as it felt.

“I think I complained about your unfortunate singing.” She put as much bravado behind the remark as she could and made to walk around him.

Despite their often-heated bickering and petty rivalries that her other coworkers always seemed to have some sort of ‘agonizing sexual tension’ or ‘just kiss already’ comment about, neither she nor Rowan had crossed that line. The one that let them simmer in held gazes and lingering touches without worrying anything about the whys. They had an unspoken understanding that she’d just broken with one tiny, stupid, accurate word.

Rowan put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from walking away. She lifted her chin and caught his eye, daring him to make some smart comment. She readied herself for it as the smirk on his face grew, even as she was both thrilled and annoyed at herself for being thrilled that he wasn’t going to let her brush it off.

“I heard that part,” he huffed, and a white cloud of breath floated between them. “Before that – what did you say?”

Their group had nearly rounded the corner of the block but neither paid the carolers any attention.

“I think your hearing is as bad as your singing.” Aelin tried to argue as she glanced away from him. But Rowan pulled her attention back by tugging on one of the strings hanging from the side of her hat. “I didn’t say you’re cute,” she huffed at his raised brow, “I said — I said…oh shoot!”

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[connordavidscamera]

Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 11| Connor Brashier

A/n: we have reached our end point. Thank you for sticking it out with me. (Again.)

Summary: It’s presentation time. 

Word count: 1.2k

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Week 11

“You ready?”

“I still have 12 hours, bub.”

He chuckles, “I mean are you ready to present. But that too.”

“I’m ready to present,” I nod. “And I do have an answer for you.”

“Yeah?”

I smile, “I do. But I won’t tell you until after the presentation.”

Connor narrows his eyes at me, “You’re evil.”

I pucker my lips, blowing him a kiss. “You love me.”

“I do.”

I don’t know why it still makes me blush, but it does. “We’re up,” I say, fiddling with the ring on my finger.

“Brashier and y/l/n.” 

“Let’s do this, baby.” He takes my hand and pulls me with him to the front of the class. “So, our concept for this film was two college student’s falling in love. It could have been with each other or it could be with other people. And as you watch it, you’ll figure out which one it was. So this is Living, Loving, and Filming. We hope you enjoy it.”

I give him a sideways glance and we move off to the side as the intro starts, a soft strum of the instrumental playing behind our voices in the film. 

“I’m Connor David Brashier, twenty-one, a junior here at UCLA.”

“What happened to Living, Learning, and Filming?” I whisper.

I swear to god when I come home / I’m gonna hold you so close.

“Thought this had a better ring to it,” he mutters back, his eyes still on the screen.

“Can you see yourself falling in love with someone?”

“Yes. Yeah, I can see myself falling in love with you.”

"Someday. I think maybe it just isn't the time for me yet. But it would be nice, I think, to find that comfort in someone. That someone that you want to spend every waking moment with."

“You’re something else, Brashier.”

“Shh.. watch,” he points to the screen. 

“Falling in love is wonderful,” Connor’s voice fills the speakers as an old couple walking down the street covers the screen, then a young couple holding hands across the table. 

“Falling in love is euphoric,” I say when Connor’s blue eyes appear close on the screen, the sides of his eyes crinkling as he laughs, pushing the camera out of his face. 

I swear to god I can see / four kids and no sleep.

“You want kids?”

We’ll have one on each knee / you and me.

“Yeah, someday…”

The music quiets down, becoming basically nonexistent. I take over the screen, I’m in his t-shirt and a pair of leggings - it’s the day he came over to film and we definitely did not do that for a while. I’m dancing around the room to Mr. Brightside. 

“Connor,” I whine. “Sing with me… turning saint into the sea.”

He rolls his eyes, but comes in with the next line. “Swimming through sick lullabies.”

“Choking on your alibis. But it’s just the price I pay,” I sing, kneeling on the bed where he’s sitting. “Destiny is calling me… open up your eager eyes.”

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, causing my cheeks to flush and instantly stop singing, covering my face.

“Love is beautiful, but it doesn’t come without heartbreak.” His voice comes through the speakers once again as the music starts to swell, instrumental only. “They don’t tell you that heartbreak can come quickly and without warning. They don’t tell you that you can be completely heartbroken and still totally in love with the person who hurt you. They don’t tell you that when you love someone and they love you back, you are both so much more vulnerable than you’ve ever been, and that it physically hurts to not be with them. That’s something that you’re just supposed to find out on your own. I did find that out. And I’m still in love and I’m hoping she still loves me too. I’m hoping this goes somewhere beyond this project.”

We’re falling so fast / we’re falling like the stars / falling in love / And I’m not scared to say those words / with you I’m safe

It’s now just us, it’s fast paced, photos and videos. Him kissing my cheek, me kissing his. Cuddling in my bed, me throwing my pencil at him when he’s distracting me from my homework. We’re dancing in his living room - trying to actually, he can’t dance. I’m doing my makeup. He’s tying my shoe. Our hands are swinging between us.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“I have. I am.”

“Yes. I am now.”

We’re falling like the stars / we’re falling in love

“I do love him. I think this will go somewhere too,” I say through the speakers just before the screen cuts to black, rolling the credits, watching Connor’s reaction. 

I may have added that last part without telling him. So he’s looking at me now with wide eyes and he looks like he might be fighting back tears.

“Thank you. That was lovely,” our professor nods. “You may have a seat.”

But we don’t sit because Connor is pulling out of the room while the rest of the class is clapping for us. 

“You love me?” He asks once we’re down the hall, both of his hands holding mine.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I already told you that.”

“I just - you said you needed time. I thought you were trying to talk yourself out of giving me another chance.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I needed the time,” I admit. “I love you,” I say definitively. “I can’t fight that, even if I wanted to.”

“And just to be clear… you don’t want to?”

I giggle, “I don’t.”

“And we’re doing this? Like really doing this?”

“If that’s what you want.”

He nods vigorously. “I want it. I do. Of course I do.”

I can’t help but laugh, taking one of my hands from his and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You’re very easy to please, Brashier.”

“Well that you already knew,” he smirks, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, bringing me closer to his body.  “And I plan on spending the entirety of Christmas break trying to find new ways to please you.”

I raise my eyebrows, “Why, Connor David. Whatever are you insinuating?”

He laughs lowly, burying his head in my neck. “We’re not leaving my room for a while, baby. I hope you’re okay with that.”

I nod, “I am.”

“Good.” He’s quiet for a minute. 

“What’s on your mind?” I ask, running my hand down the side of his neck, to his shoulder.

“So, does this mean I get to hold your hand whenever I want? And cuddle you on the couch? And kiss you until we both feel like passing out?”

“You can,” I nod with a big smile. “But my question is: why aren’t you doing that already?”

He smiles, “I don’t have an answer for you.”

“Connor.”

“Hmm?” He’s staring at my lips. 

“You can kiss me now.”

“I was getting there.”

“Can you get there faster?”

“Wow, we’re two minutes into our relationship and you’re already bossing me around,” he chuckles. 

I hit his arm, “Well you better get used to it, bub.”

He hums, “Well as long as we know who’s boss in the bedroom.”

I nod, “You can definitely take charge there.”

“Good… I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Good.” I say and he lifts my chin, connecting our lips. It feels good. It feels more than good. It feels right. It feels right because it is. I’ve never felt better. “Bub?”

“Hmm?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine.

“I like ‘loving’ better than ‘learning.’”

His thumb rubs over my bottom lip, “Me too,” he agrees before leaning in again. 

***

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Thank you for the tags @highqueenofelfhame @morganofthewildfire and @mariamuses!!

If you get this, say three random things about yourself. I'm gonna go with five since I got tagged three times.

I have been singing since I was a child, and was in a choir for more than 15 years.

I have never broken a bone.

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Beauty and the Beast is my favorite animated movie of all time.

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[shawnpetermuffins]

Slow Dances and a Post Concert Haze

(Shawn’s backstory for We Were Us)

A/n: sorry this took so long, I was having major writer’s block for this chapter despite having it already planned out.

Summary: You and Shawn got very close very fast.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

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You met Shawn when you visited Connor on tour for the first time. He was sweet, overly excited about nearly everything and it was cute. His laugh was contagious, whether it came in the middle of the day or three in the morning; he was always on. You swore this man never tired. So to say you were a little infatuated with sleepy Shawn was an understatement. 

Sleepy Shawn was different than the Shawn you had grown to know so far - the bright, bubbly, loud, people-pleasing  boy who was rarely ever without a guitar in his hands. No, sleepy Shawn was on a whole other level. He was quiet, and a little grumpy, and very, very clingy. You weren’t quite sure if it was for your benefit or not because you could only imagine how much shit he’d get from the guys if he was falling asleep on one of them. But right now, he’s laying his head in your lap while you play with his curls, and John Mayer playing lowly from his phone.

“You’re so comfy,” he mumbles, twisting to lay on his stomach and his arm wraps around the underside of your thighs. 

You laugh, “Thanks, hon.”

“Could fall asleep right here.”

“Well go ahead. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not going to Con’s bunk?”

You shrug, “Not really feeling like cramming in the tiny bunk tonight. Plus he sleeps crazy, it’s not comfortable.”

“You sleep together a lot? In the same bed, I mean.”

You mull over your answer, “I mean, we’ve been sharing beds since we were seven. Of course there was that brief period of time where my dad insisted that he sleep on the floor if he was gonna stay the night. But he had nothing to worry about so that didn’t last long.”

“So you’re really close then?”

“Yeah, I mean, of anyone in the world, he’s definitely my favorite person. Even if he does stupid shit sometimes. He’s my bub.”

Shawn sits up, pushing a hand through his wild curls, one of them falls in front of his face, making him look effortlessly beautiful in this harsh lighting. “But there’s nothing going on between you two?”

You shake your head, “No. We’re not like that.”

“There’s never been anything?”

“Is this you being curious? Or am I sensing a little jealousy?” 

“What? Well - I’m not…” he scratches the back of his neck.

“Shawn?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s okay.”

“I might - I might be a little jealous,” he clears his throat.

You nod, “Well you shouldn’t be. It’s not like that with us.”

“So like, if I asked you to dance he wouldn’t come in here and rip my hands off you?”

“He might,” you joke. “But that’s just because he’s protective.”

He nods slowly, “Then can I ask you to dance?”

“I’d like that very much.” 

He stands from his spot beside me and holds out his hand. I push myself off the tiny couch and place my hand in his. We quickly reposition, his arms wrapping around my waist as mine go around his neck. The height difference isn’t as extreme as it always seems like it is. I don’t have to stand on my toes to wrap myself around him - well not totally. It’s a stretch, sure, but it’s enjoyable, especially with his hands kneading softly at my sides as we sway to the music coming from his phone. 

The song isn’t the most appropriate to describe what you’re no doubt feeling now. There in each other’s arms, feeling like nothing is acting against you, even if it is just a dance. Even if you aren’t anything yet. Even if you never become anything at all. It’s comfortable here with each other. It’s nothing like slow dancing in a burning room. 

---

It was obvious to everyone - and I mean everyone - that you and Shawn were more than just friends now. You were attached at the kip, much to your best friend’s dismay, because you did come to see him. But he can’t help but be happy to see you smiling in a way that he’s only seen when he’s with you. He can appreciate that there is someone other than him that is bringing out a side of you that only he’s been lucky enough to know. He’d always hoped to see you happy like that, so he can’t even truly be mad that you’re not spending as much time with him. 

“You’re gonna be right here when I get off stage?”

“Right here, rockstar. Gonna be the first one you see when you finish.”

“Good,” he smiles that bright smile that everyone can’t help but fall for. Then he presses a quick kiss to your cheek and heads up the stairs, Andrew and Cez no doubt yelling in his in-ears that he needs to be up there in ten seconds.

“Don’t be distracting our rockstar, y/n.” Brian jokes from beside you. You roll your eyes and elbow his side, “Oh shut up. I’m not distracting him.” You say just as the arena fills with the deafening screams of thousands of fans.

“He really likes you, you know?”

“Well I would hope so. This would be quite embarrassing if he didn’t.”

He laughs, “You wanna come to the booth? Watch your man on the big screen?”

You roll your eyes again, “I promised him I’d stay here.”

“For an hour and a half? No, come on. We’ll have you back before he does the final runthrough. I promise.”

You nod, “Okay, yeah.” 

If you’re being honest, it was better watching from the booth. The cameras got him from every angle, and he looked good from every single one. His smile is the brightest you’ve ever seen when the fans sing back the lyrics to Never Be Alone and you swear you want to see him on stage all day if his smile is going to be this big. You see just how much of himself he is giving to his fans and it’s inspiring, knowing that he loves what he does so much. 

“He’s really good at this, huh?”

“The fans seem to think so,” Brian agrees. 

“Has he always been this passionate?”

“Since the second he picked up the guitar. Hey, it’s almost time for the final run, you should get back to your post.”

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Thanks, Bri. I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

Connor is the first to come backstage, having gotten the run through many times already. You laugh when he gets close enough to you, “Nice rip in your shirt.” you toy with the fresh rip at the collar of his shirt. 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I got pulled by the crowd.”

“Oh, so you’re famous now, huh?”

“Damn right, baby. And you, my dear, will get to say you knew me when.”

“Oh, to be so lucky.”

“Y/n!” Shawn yells, tugging out his in-ears. 

“I’ll leave you to your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my-” but you don’t have time to finish because you’re being pulled off your feet and spun in the air. Then a pair of lips, unfamiliar but warm and inviting, attach to yours and it’s magic. It’s absolute magic. In your whole life you have never felt this type of heat in a kiss, this type of passion. And despite Shawn being a sweaty mess, you wouldn’t want this first kiss to be any other way. You want all of it.

The sweat. The heat. The pressing weight of his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close to his body. Even all the eyes that are watching our every move. Because if this is any indication of what your relationship would be like; leaving you on fire and burning from just a single touch of your lips, then the eyes on you could never extinguish the heat.

***

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[live-the-fangirl-life]

Drug-Induced Declarations

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Wisdom Teeth Oneshot

After getting her wisdom teeth out, Aelin makes a profound realization.

Written for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 1: “I just realized I'm desperately in love with you.” @rowaelinscourt

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Rowaelin Month Masterlist

Warnings: Language

1123 words

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“Hey, Rowan?” Aelin crooned from the passenger seat. Her head was lolling to the side, occasionally hitting the window, and causing her to glare at it each time.

Rowan held back a smile at her loopy grin. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked over as Aelin pulled on her seatbelt because apparently, it was trying to strangle her like a cobra.

When she opened her mouth, he could just see the large cotton swabs the dentist placed in there after she'd had her wisdom teeth removed.

Normally, Aelin was very put together. Sometimes cocky, usually cool, and always the wittiest person in the room. Her confidence and composure were some of the things Rowan loved about her. But right now, she was hyped up on the medication and the leftover effects of the anesthesia, and she had just tried to prove that she could sing the alphabet backward. She couldn’t.

“Rowan?” she slurred again.

“Yes, Fireheart?” He was really trying not to laugh but seeing his normally composed wife act like she’d just tried smoking pot for the first time, made him desperately wish he’d brought along one of their friends to record her.

Rowan loved Aelin and would do anything for her, but he also would’ve loved to have a video of her now to use as blackmail material.

“Rowan.”

“Aelin.”

“Rowan?”

“Aelin?”

“Rowan. Rowan, Ro…row, row your boat, gently down the stream.” She started humming to a melody only she could hear.

When she finished her song, she asked again, “Rowan?”

He couldn’t stop his chuckling, “Yes? Aelin, what is it?”

“Rowan.” She twisted in her seat to face him, tangling herself more with her seatbelt and wrestling it away before turning to him with an expression way too serious for the moment. “Rowan. I just realized something.”

He watched the light ahead turn red and slowed to a stop before turning towards her with a barely suppressed grin.

“What did you just realize?”

When she took a deep breath, readying herself to share whatever revelation she made, it was almost too difficult to keep a straight face.

“I just realized,” She said slowly, leaning closer to him over the middle console, “that I am desperately in love with you.”

Her eyes bore into his with such a fierce intensity that in any other situation he may have gone to his knees. But right now, sitting in the car with Aelin half-perched on the console, her seatbelt wrapped around her arm like a sling, and drugged-up with medication, all he could do was throw his head back and laugh.

Rowan smiled broadly and his booming laugh filled the car as he began driving again.

However, his smile faltered when he looked back at Aelin who had slipped back to rest against the car door. She was pouting, her lip wobbling, and her eyes glistened with silver.

“Aelin,” He tried to console her through his amusement. “Fireheart, why are you crying?”

Her watery sniff cracked his heart and he lost all of his former laughter.

“I—” she hiccupped through sniffles, “I told you—” hiccup, “I told you that I just—” hiccup, “I just realized—” hiccup, “that I’m in love with you—“, hiccup, sniffle, “and you laughed.”

Fresh tears began to roll down her cheeks and Rowan reached across to grip her shaking hand in his steady, larger one. He interwove their fingers and brought their joined hands to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

“Aelin,” He smiled and waited until she looked up at him. “I wasn’t laughing at the sentiment.”

She sniffed again and brought her other hand up to rub her face only to remember that hand was still caught in her twisted seatbelt. She huffed and momentarily forgot she was sad as she tried again to free her arm.

“You weren’t? Then why did you laugh?” She didn’t look weepy anymore, but she still pouted and Rowan dragged his attention from her full lower lip.

Rowan kept an eye on the road as he teased, “I laughed because you said you just realized that. Which I really hope isn’t the case, Fireheart,” he paused to smile cheekily at her, “because we’ve been married for almost a year.”

Still holding her hand, Rowan watched as her face transformed from sullenness to confusion to excitement. She beamed, showing off her bright smile supported by bloody cotton balls.

“We’re married!”

He chuckled and kissed her hand again, “We are, and I’m really glad that was your reaction and not something worse.”

Aelin scoffed as if that was the most insane thing she’d ever heard. “Are you kidding me? You’re a very fine piece of ass, why would I be upset?”

This time, he laughed unrestrained and Aelin kept smiling as she settled back into her seat.

“Rowan?”

He finally pulled into their driveway when he asked, “Yes?”

“I feel good. Like, really good. I feel like I could fly. Can you fly? It’d be so cool if you could fly.” She stared dreamily out the window and he watched fondly as she traced patterns on the glass.

“Come on, Aelin let’s go inside.”

Rowan got out and walked around the car to open her door and help her out.

“Rowan?”

“Yes, Fireheart?” he managed to get her standing, albeit wobblily, and shut the door behind her.

“I want to take a bite out of that ass.” She made grabby hands towards his butt and he gripped her wrists to stop her from reaching around him. “It looks so good. Like a peach.”

Smirking, he pulled her close, “I think you should take a nap.”

When she just stood there and wiggled her eyebrows at him, he huffed a laugh and threw an arm around her waist.

“Let’s go druggie. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

She stumbled as they started to walk so Rowan used an arm around her back and under her knees to lift her up into his arms. She squealed but it sounded more like a gurgle with the cotton still in her mouth.

“Okay,” Aelin leaned her head against his chest, “but, tomorrow can I get that ass?”

His chest shook with laughter and jostled her enough to make her grumble.

“Tomorrow, if you’re off the medications, I might even take a bite out of your ass.” He mocked as he walked them into the house.

“You better.” She insisted and rested her head back against his chest

By the time he got to the bedroom, Aelin was already asleep in his arms. She mumbled something he couldn’t make out, but as he tucked her into bed he smiled at his hilarious, exasperating wife.

“It’s a good thing I’m desperately in love with you, too.”

*****

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[queenmendes]

things are changing | extra

shawn x reader x connor

a/n: so I know I said this is the last part but I lied! There are proabably 2 more after this. This was a short filler that just happened so please let me know what you think and who she picks! xxx

big big big thank you to @local-neighborhood-biderman for helping me so much!

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You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been wallowing in self pity since you arrived back in Toronto. Shawn and Connor have not left your mind; along with the last moment you saw them. The anger and then regret that flashed through their eyes broke your heart. It felt like you caused all of this drama because you couldn’t choose between one boy. 

Your life became one of those romantic dramas you constantly make fun of. Of course, your pity party wasn’t getting this situation out of your mind. Memories from tour played through your head like a movie.  

Tomorrow is the first show in America. Currently, the whole team and band was explore the city of Portland. Everyone completely jittery and ready for the show to come. Tour has already been amazing. 

“Oh, let’s go in here.” You grabbed his hand and lead him into the little shop. It was small but cozy and cute. It seemed to be a jewelry shop based on the displays up front but the further you walk, the more options you see. In the back, was an older lady sitting behind a large table with different colored beads and lose, empty bands. 

“Would you like to make your own bracelets?” The lady asked, gesturing to the empty bands. You quickly nodded before picking up two of the bands and handing him one. 

“You make mine and I’ll make yours?” You suggest, smiling widely. He knew he couldn’t say no. Not to that smile. You quickly got to work, picking out the beads you wanted. Deciding to go with a more manly vibe; you picked up black, blue and some green beads. Placing them in an easy pattern on the band, you stop and grab a small white bead that had Y/F/I on it. Then you take two beads that made up your initials, sliding them onto the band along with a bead that was your favorite color. Placing it in the middle of the other beads, you quickly finish up. 

“Here.” He said, grabbing your wrist and tying your new bracelet on. You smile as you see that he put his initials on the bracelet; just like you did. 

“I love it.” You say after tying his bracelet onto his wrist. The two of you shared a big smile, before paying the lady. He quickly but gently tugs you out of the little shop, and down the streets of Portland. The two of you carefree while you had the chance. 

You’re eyes never left the bracelet that was still tied around your wrist as you replayed that memory. You haven’t taken it off since he put it on. To you, it symbolized the connection shared between the two of you. 

Denver. You were almost positive that is the city you are currently in. After travelling endlessly, it’s hard to be completely sure on where you are at. Needless to say, the show was amazing as always. The crowd was breathtaking and gave off a great vibe. Now, everyone was on their assigned bus as the journey to the next city was about to start. 

You already showered and refreshed yourself. Now, everyone was lounging around the bus, relaxing. Soon, he came and joined you; away from everyone. The smell of this fresh shampoo hit your nose and made you smile at the familiar scent.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, his face awfully close to yours. You motioned to your headphones. 

“Jamming.” You smile before offering him one of the buds. He immediately recognized the familiar, smooth voice of Hozier’s Almost (Sweet Music). He sighed as he leaned back, resting one hand across his stomach and the other on your leg, tapping to the beat. 

I've got some colour back, she thinks so, too

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you

He watched in awe as you softly sang along to the words. Your voice wasn’t perfect but the look of complete and utter content on your face made everything seem perfect in this moment. 

I wouldn't know where to start  

He doesn’t know where to start with you. He could write a whole book about just your laugh. The things you did to him without even realizing. Like right now. You had no idea the effect you had on him. The way he smiled without realizing it, just by seeing yours. Or how at the sight of you, his heart jumps out of his chest. Your laugh makes him laugh. How you are goofy to put him back into a good mood when he is feeling homesick. You had no idea that your soft singing was going to be the moment he realizes how strong his feelings for you are. 

“What?” You stopped singing as you noticed him staring you; not moving, not even blinking. You sat up straight and wipe your face. “Do I have something on my face?” You asked. He quickly shook his head; his slightly damp hair flying around. 

“No. No. You’re perfect.” He whispered and you almost didn’t hear him. He smiled as you looked down, bashfully, but the smile on your lips could be seen by anyone. 

Hozier’s voice filled your apartment as you tidy up a bit. It was time for you to stop sitting around all day. But no matter what you did, something brought up another memory of him. The bracelet, to your Spotify playlist, to your favorite TV show. All of your favorite things were connected with him. 

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” He grumbled as the two of you huddled on his bed in the hotel you were staying in for the night. A lot of the band and crew went out to explore but the two of you were feeling lazy and decided to stay in and have a marathon. 

“You chose the last TV show. It’s my turn.” You said as you scrolled on your laptop, looking for the series. You glanced at him from the side of your eyes and had to suppress your smile as you saw him cuddling into your blanket. “Okay, shall we begin?” You retorchically ask because he really did not have a choice. 

“So, who’s is that guy again?” “What the fuck. The siblings are lovers? What is this shit?” “Awe its a puppy.” “Why do you like this show again?” Those were a few comments he made in the first half of the episode of Game of Thrones. As annoying as he was getting, his commentary was hilarious. 

“Just hush up and watch it. I promise you will like it once the show gets going.” You said, as your head tilted up from its position on his chest. You weren’t sure when or how the two of you ended up in this position but you weren't complaining. He was warm and a great snuggle buddy. 

He wouldn’t admit it but you were right. Once he shut up and watched the show, he got really into it. So much that he watched the first 5 episodes in one sitting. 

“Alright, so it’s pretty good-” He stopped talking once he noticed you were fast asleep. You’re cheek was pressed up against his chest and your arm was wrapped around his waist; a light death grip on it. But he wasn’t complaining. You looked adorable with your mouth slightly parted and little, soft snores coming out. It made it even better that you were wearing on of his hoodies. This easily became his favorite moment between the two of you. Which is why he decided to snap a quick picture of you on his chest before shifting slightly and falling asleep next to you. He swears it was the best sleep he’s had all tour. 

Your hands softly traced over the hoodie you found in your suitcase. It seemed like a good idea to finally unpack the bag that has been sitting by the door for the past week and a half. You didn’t even realize that you took this piece of clothing with you. The all too familiar cologne hit your nose as you held the navy blue hoodie up to your chest. It didn’t hit you how much you missed him until you realized his comforting smell was almost gone from this hoodie. It made you more eager to slip it over you head and cuddle into it; wishing it was his arms instead. But you’d have to settle for the oversized hoodie. 

For now.

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Multiply Me | Chapter 34

Synopsis: Ella Sommers decides her biggest mission is also her last. Despite wanting to correct the Reestablishment’s mistakes, there are bigger things at stake now. Things not even her friends can know about.

A/N: Reminder that I only post Multiply Me in this account and my actual writeblr is @beanenigma

AO3 link | First Chapter | Index

ELLA

Pyp doesn’t wake up when I lay her down in the back of the Humvee. She seems so small in the wide space of the car… I give her a light kiss on her forehead, before getting down. I almost trip on Connor, who immediately grabs on to me. I hug him and kiss the top of his head too. 

He has been handling well everything from last night. He’s scared - but also proud, I believe. In a way. He won’t let me know. We stay like this for a couple of minutes until Kenji finally shows up. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” 

“As if.” He shakes his head and ruffles Connor’s hair. Connor pushes his hands, fixing his own hair, but smiles slightly. “Are you sure you want to leave this early? You should say good-bye to everyone.” 

“No need. We’ll see them again soon.” Connor smiles in expectation, looking from me to Kenji. He mirrors my son, though hesitantly, not sure if he could dare to hope. “Tell everyone to come over. We’ll have James’ party at my place.” 

Kenji winces before his smile spreads. 

“For real?”

“For real.” I nod. It had been Connor’s idea (and he seems pretty proud of it). “We can’t just come back. We built a life, we have a house, we have jobs. I don’t think we can come back to working for someone. But… I’m also done hiding. It can’t be over if we don’t start doing things different.” 

To my surprise, Kenji hugs me. I hug him back, remembering that last time I was leaving, it was I who had to steal me a hug. I smile at him as we break apart. Connor also hugs Kenji, and he lifts the boy in his arms, squeezing him as he squeals. 

“I’ll see you soon,” I say, as I take my son’s hand and we start walking back to the Humvee. Kenji waves.

“I’ll see you soon.” 

He waves until he disappears in my rearview mirror. 

But this time it feels different. 

When Pyp wakes up, she just asks for her breakfast. Connor and I exchange looks, waiting for her to meltdown and transport back to camp, but she just eats the nuts I give her in a ziplock and hums softly, still half asleep. So we dodged that bullet, at least for now. 

After a while, she climbed to Connor’s seat, laying her head against his shoulder and falling back asleep. He smiled and hugged his sister, cuddling her head in his lap. She curled up like a puppy. I wish I could have a picture of this moment. I would carry it with me at all times, tattoo it inside my eyelids so see it every time I blinked, I’d fly it across the skies so all could see. But it’s fine. I won’t forget it. 

Hours later, we start seeing our crops and as we come closer, the house in the horizon. I almost brake the car when Pyp lets out a screech. She vanishes a second later. I stop the car, panicking, but Connor pokes at my shoulder and points. Close to the house, the dogs are barking and running around Aaron. Pyp is in his arms and he is filling her small face with kisses. I smile, putting a hand over my chest to calm my heart. 

Connor opens his door and flashes to his dad’s side. Aaron drops to his knees and pulls our boy closer, pressing their foreheads together. 

Turning off the Humvee right there in the middle of the road, I get down too. Smiling as my whole world comes together. All cracks are sealed, the sun is shining again, the birds are singing. There’s this feeling too. This warm, fulfilling thing. It’s back, but it’s not the same. There is a kind of weight tying me to what I left behind. It was nothing like a burden. It was a reminder. My world was bigger than I first thought. 

Walking slowly towards him, I open my arms. He leaves the kids on the ground when he sees me and runs to me, lifting me by the waist and spinning me around. I cling to his neck, taking in his scent. I do my best to project how much I love him, how much I’ve missed him, how relieved I am that we’re all together again. Our family. The one we’ve built from nothing. 

“Did you enjoy your alone time?”

“Maybe one or two minutes”, he plays, shaking his head from side to side. 

“Good. Because we’re expecting company.”

One of his eyebrows raises. His eyes go down to my stomach. It takes me a second to see what he’s thinking. I shake my head and laugh, pushing him weakly. 

“Not that kind! We’re throwing a party!”

Aaron seems terrified. I bet he is much more inclined to having a new child - which is one of the scariest things one can do. Before he can worry too much, however, I kiss him. The party can wait. 

Everything can wait. 

“Mom! Pyp keeps poofing!”

Except for that. 

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