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Hiiii can I request more of Home Bound? It doesn't even have to be a part two, I just want to read more of them 😩 this seems more realistic and I can feed it to my delulu mind

Ask and you shall receive! here's another chapter for you lovelies 🩵

Home Bound Series:

Morning Coffee

Summary: Evan is your partner for the new cafe. Joel's never met Evan. Joel feels slightly jealous of Evan.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

warnings: jealous but fluffy joel. Joel is a contractor in his 40s, your dad is retired in his 60s, your age is not specified, but in my head it's about 27 up.

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After a few months of moving back to Austin, it finally feels like home again. Your parents, surprisingly, took the news of you moving back home very well. They still have no idea that you're in a relationship with the neighbor next door who's practically double your age, but that's a conversation for another time.

You told your parents you're going out and staying at a friend's house, when in fact you're just next door, enjoying a few cups of coffee with your boyfriend while he figures out the best tile color for his client's bathroom.

"I'm thinking sage green," he says, holding a sample next to the printed picture of the bathroom.

You hum, handing him a third cup of coffee. "Love that color. Looks so classy."

"Hon, are you tryin' to give me a heart attack?" He asks, motioning to the third cup you just gave him.

"Oh relax, I only gave you a little bit. You only had 3 sips." You say. "What do you think of this flavor? It's matcha dalgona."

"It's basically 3 shots of espresso, and I have no idea what you just said." He says, sipping the coffee and wincing. "Tastes like I'm drinking grass."

You roll your eyes. "You're dramatic."

"Sure, sure." he kisses your cheek. "Anyway, I need to head out and get the tiles. Should be back around 5."

You nod and walk out with him. "I'll be at the cafe discussing more recipes with Evan. I'll head back home after cleaning up here."

"Okay." He smiles and gives you a kiss. "You don't have to clean up!"

"I will!" You yell back and slap your mouth shut when you realize your parents might hear you.

After cleaning up the coffee mugs and the house a little, you lock the front door with the set of keys Joel gave you and make your way back home. Joel's keys -- well, your keys -- jingling as you walk makes you smile. You've never been happier and your relationship with Joel has been amazing.

You spend a lot of time in the cafe. It's still not finished, you need to find the right tables, and the right chairs, but you and Evan are thankfully able to already use the kitchen.

"So for our specialty drinks we have the matcha-dalgona coffee, salted-caramel latte, Baileys coffee, and... I think we need one more."

"Did you hear people are trying orange juice with coffee now?"

"What?" You cringe, "I can't imagine that to be good... Won't it just be sour?"

"Apparently the sourness and citrus flavor makes coffee easier to drink." Evan says, "Plus it's two breakfast drinks in one, it's efficient."

Evan goes to grab his thermos and a mug, pouring out the contents for you to try.

"Oh this was a set-up."

"It's really good! And no one else sells this around here."

You hesitantly taste the orange coffee Evan poured and surprisingly, the flavor does work together. It's a little confusing, but with a little twist and adjusting it should taste better.

"So? What do you think?"

"First of all," You put the mug down, "Adding pulp in this is a criminal offense. Second, I can see why people would like it. I just don't know how we're going to elevate this."

Evan brings out his notebook, "I'm way ahead of you."

While Evan browses his notebook and you try your best to find workable flavors from the orange coffee, a familiar face is watching the two of you interact and a small frown forms on his face.

Joel hesitantly makes his way towards your cafe, fixing his belt before pushing the doors open. "Hey honey."

"Joel!" You put your mug down and walk over to give him a kiss. "I didn't know you'd come by."

"I've got some time, thought I'd see how you're doing." He kisses your cheek. "And this is..."

"Evan," You introduce them, "This is my boyfriend, Joel. Joel, this is Evan."

"Nice to meet you," Evan extends his hand for Joel to shake.

Joel didn't expect this Evan to be tall, handsome, built, and most importantly... young. Well, he knew a cafe owner couldn't be his age, but he didn't think Evan would be close to your age and.. single.. and.. available...

"Pleasure." He gives a tight smile.

The timer on the oven dings, and you make your way to take the scones out. "Perfect timing. Joel, would you like to have some of Evan's heavenly scones? First time I had them in New York, I immediately fell in love with his cafe and pastries."

"Really?" You fell in love, huh? Joel shakes the thought away from his head. After the scones have cooled down a little bit, he takes a bite out of one. Damn, they are good. "Yeah, they're pretty good scones."

"Well I'm glad you like it." Evan smiles. "Alright, I need to head out. See you tomorrow? I can show you how I usually make my croissants."

He's gonna what- Joel has to bite his tongue and smile.

"Oh, yes please!" You excitedly say and wave as Evan walks out.

Joel sits on one of the stools and munches on his scone, silently sulking.

"Alright, spit it out." You chuckle. "What's on your mind, cowboy?"

Joel eases his frown. "Nothing."

You know Joel won't ever tell you, but you know how to push his buttons to make him talk. "Evan's nice, huh?"

"Real nice."

"I can't wait to make croissants with him tomorrow. He's so good at making pastries and mm-"

"Alright, alright." Joel stands up while you exaggeratedly moan, imagining eating the croissants. He stands behind you and puts his arms around your waist.

You smile when his beard hits your neck and turn around to see him better. "Do I sense a little green-eyed monster coming out of you?"

Joel rolls his eyes. "Maybe."

"Aw," You kiss his nose, "That's adorable."

Joel chuckles. "I just didn't expect him to be so... young.. and fit. I'm in my 40s, and... I don't know, I guess a part of me always thought if you found someone younger, you'd probably go for him."

"Joel," You cup his face in your hands, "I don't care if you're in your 40s, 50s... I want to be with you. You make me the happiest and I wouldn't change anything about you."

Joel smiles appreciatively and kisses your forehead. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Only for you, Joel. Only for you."

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"Oh, and Joel?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Evan's gay."

"...Oh."

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TUG: I can’t have my heart lookin’ stupid (2)

n/a: I am on the wost mental block, unable to write anything, so I've decided to just WRITE WHATEVER, so I may be posting One-shots and writing for the On-goings whenever inspo come at me, I was going to write some shower smut but maybe for the opening of next chapter. Also, I always forget of the taglists, so sorry, I'll try to remember better after this one

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INDEX

You finally could rest in that desk after finishing all the work Professor Mendozal eft you, you sighed looking around the office. Yeah, time to go to your dorm and sleep, maybe cuddle with Ellie if she was down to it, of course cuddling as friends.

Because you and Ellie were friends before anything, you two should never forget that, even if it came with some benefits that had to be kept secret to the public for the good of friendships and relationships. Sometimes you felt bad about what you were doing but then she had her lips on yours and that was enough to shut those thoughts… and Daniel did not deserve to be hurt because he couldn’t make you cum, maybe one day he would stop moving his fingers in your clit as if he was a fucking DJ mixing the worst mix in the history of music.

“Hi” You said opening the door of the dorm, throwing your backpack in your bed and throwing yourself too leaving a frustrated huff. Ellie was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed typing in her laptop barely acknowledging you, it was normal when you entered the dorm tired and just screamed into the pillow or sigh heavily and then went silent for long seconds. “You’re doing homework?”

“Yeah”

“Oh, shit!” You suddenly kneel on your bed, opening your backpack and pulling out a brown bag. Ellie looks at the bag and opens her mouth surprised as you wave it.

“No way”

“Yes way” you said going to her bed and sitting on the edge as you gave the bag to her “I did a little stop and I saw the bakery you like, so I decided to buy the pastries you talk so much, you can see it as thank you”

She opens the bag taking out one and biting it, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. You chuckled at her reaction; she seemed so adorable to you. “This is like fifteen minutes away from your building, you are thanking me for what?”

“For that tongue of yours”

“I must be really good for you to spend money in this, very expensive for your wallet” you open your mouth wide muttering a long ‘wow’ with a hand on your chest, showing how offended you felt.

“This is what I get for being nice… now, for real, the notes you sent me for the class? Worked so fucking great, I almost had a brain orgasm”

“That doesn’t sound great, not something I want to experience”

“Trust me, you do…” you chuckled looking over her desk, there was clothes neatly folded in the chair and her “special shoes” (meaning she only wore them once in a blue moon) were out of their box “You’re going out tonight? Where? A good party? I wanna go!”

“Uh, something like that, I guess” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled weirdly “It’s my anniversary with Cat”

“Ew- I mean, amazing! That’s so… coupley of you two ¡Go lesbians! or whatever”

Ellie stared at you for a long minute tilting her head before she talked again. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, just being supportive” You got up from the bed and went to check the clothes to see what the outfit was “Oh, god, I could be supportive helping you not look like your everyday ¿What the hell is this? ¿Are this the same jeans you wore yesterday?”

“I look good in those!” Ellie got up leaving the pastries in her night stand and snatching the pants from your hand.

“Never said you didn’t” You raised your hands in a gesture of peace. “What I’m saying is that you let me help picking you a good fit to impress Cat in your anniversary, come on, don’t let romance die, you guys are so cute and-”

“Will you stop talking if I say yes?”

You nodded energetically clapping once as you turned around and open the doors of her wardrobe. Ellie sighed defeated as she went back to her bed and kept working a little bit more until you could find something worthy, it’s not like she didn’t had good clothes, it’s just that her style was very plain and casual but it look great on her, she did not care that much, now if we talked about shoes… Ellie was a sneaker head, at least one in making, half of her paycheck or allowance went on some new shoes and she started telling you every detail and why it was so different from the other one she got last month, you couldn’t care less but you liked how she expressed herself so you listened to every word and sometimes found yourself spitting some random fact to someone that you learned from her about it.

In less than 30 minutes you had something “Try this on!”

You threw the clothes at her landing poorly on the floor next to the bed, she again gave you that look but huffed taking off her tank top, she had no underwear and you were shamelessly looking at her tits as she put on the shirt and started buttoning it up. There was no way you were dolling her up to go on a date with a Cat and you were going to be locked up in the room celibate mode, that sounded frustrating.

“Not bad, actually” Ellie looked at her reflection in the mirror, nodding slowly as she checked herself.

The clothes fit her so good and the new haircut she got days ago made her look 100% better, you were smiling through the pain of not being able to rip them and make her yours in that exact moment. Ellie was now making faces in the mirror, tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand on her chin, etc.

“Miss steal yo-girl is feeling herself” you chuckled going back to your bed, your job was done here “With that outfit you will get a lot of girls”

She chuckled too starting to undress as she was walking towards the bathroom “Well, Cat is the only one that matters”

“…yeah”

You could hear the water running but the door was still open, maybe she was waiting for it heat up, anyway, you were going to respect their relationship tonight, It was anniversary night, that was a big thing. Cat had all the rights to only she be the one to have Ellie for herself that day and you were not going to meddle.

“Wanna shower?” Ellie was leaning against the doorframe only a towel cover her body, you practically jump from your bed to meet her in the bathroom taking your clothes off quickly.

“I thought you were never going to ask”

If Ellie didn’t respect her relationship, why would you?

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Hate Means Love Ch.4

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings: Cussing, angst, fighting, crying and that's about it, buckle in for this chapter folks!

Jenna's POV.

It's been 2 weeks since the first time Andre and I had sex, and we have been doing it every day, but the past week has been tricky since Devin and Trina are home from the little week get away and we haven't told them anything. Apart of me wishes I could get more from Andre then just constantly having sex. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing sex but to say I don't have feelings for this boy would be a lie, because I do. I've noticed he never kisses me when we are having sex, I've tried a few times, but he just moves his face from mine. My gut tells me he isn't looking for a relationship with me and just wants to have a friend with benefits situation, but a part of me wants more than that.

"Jenna, Girl get ready, the parties in an hour." Trina says tossing me my hair clip she borrowed. "Fuck." I mumble to myself and hurrying to my room to get ready because I completely forgot. I'm in my room in a bra and underwear digging in my closet trying to find something decent to wear when I hear my door shut and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

"Andre, not right now I'm not in the mood to be honest." I say turning around to look at him.

"What's wrong? did I do something?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed.

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing a million miles a second, trying to think about what I should say, but instead my brain spits the words out for me.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I blurted out staring into his eyes that are giving out a shocked look.

He sat there looking at me for a moment before replying.

"Oh, I'm just not the kissing type of guy, its nothing against you Jen." He says with a faint smile, trying to reassure me.

I give him a smile, feeling a bit better about what he said, some people just aren't the kissing type of people, and I can understand that.

*Time skip*

Where at the party and it's been a blast so far, me and Trina have been taking shots back-to-back and goofing around playing beer pong, knowing damn well we are terrible. I toss the ball and miss, and Trina laughs out loud because we haven't made a single ball yet, As I'm laughing, I turn around and catch Andre over by the staircase kissing a girl I've never seen before. Instant anger and sadness fill me inside as tell Trina I'll be right back and make my way over to him. Without thinking, I tell the girl excuse me and step Infront of her. I shove Andre harshly and poke his chest. "Kissing's not really your fucking thing huh? You fucking asshole!" I yell as I continue shoving him up the stairs.

"Jenna, chill out, stop." He says grabbing my wrist and holding them so I can't push him anymore.

"Chill out? are you fucking serious, let the fuck go of me." I yank my wrist from his grip.

"You're not my girlfriend, you have no right to act like this, calm the fuck down, people are looking at us Jenna."

"Your right, I'm just your whore that you can come and fuck whenever you want, right? right, you piece of shit? don't ever fucking touch me or talk to me ever again!"

"You're not my whore, you're just someone I like having sex with, where adults, this is what adults do!" He yells back at me.

"Are you fucking serious? FUCK YOU!" I yell giving him one last good shove that knocks him against the stairs.

I walk out of the house hearing Andre calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I keep walking forward wanting to get home and lay in my bed. I hear a car pulling up next to me and hear Trina yelling my name telling me to get in the car which I do.

"How is Devin going to get home?" I ask shutting the car door, putting my seatbelt on.

"He's going to a girls house tonight, now are you going to tell me what the fuck I've missed the last 2 weeks with you and Andre?" She asks looking at me.

I try to hold my tears in, but it's no use. I start crying frantically because I'm so hurt from Andre.

"Andre and I have been hooking up, like every day the past 2 weeks, and It's gotten to the point where I have feelings for his stupid ass, so I asked him why he never kisses me and he Tell's me he just not a kissing person, which I get that, but then I catch him kissing some fucking girl and I just lost it." I say sobbing with tears streaming down my face.

"Okay that's a lot to unpack, you and Andre hooking up?! that is fucking wild." She says blowing everything else off

I give her a serious look with my sad eyes letting her know now is not the time.

"Fuck, sorry I had to get that off my chest."

Andre's POV.

"I didn't think she would get so upset dude, I thought we were just friends with benefits." I say to Devin as we are walking down the sidewalk about 20 minutes from home.

"Well now look at us, walking home and I was supposed to be going home with a girl, you're lucky your my friend." Devin jokes nudging my shoulder.

I let out a huge sigh and shove my hands in my pockets away from the cold night air. I can't help but feel bad inside for Jenna, but at the same time, we had no labels on us. I don't think I even want labels on us, I was just enjoying the sex with her, I didn't think she would get so attached.

"Bro, I'm walking with you for a reason, spit it out." Devin says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep with her anymore, I don't want her liking me more than what she already does, I feel bad for her, I feel like an asshole." I say exhaling looking over at him.

"Can I be honest with you bro?" Devin says stopping in his tracks and looking at me. I give him a nod telling him to say what he needs to say.

"Friends with benefits never stays friends with benefits bro, no one is out here having sex with the same person for 2 weeks without it turning into more, I mean unless your immune to feelings, but even I know you're not like that, you don't have any feelings for her? I mean the slightest bit?" He asks in a serious tone.

I didn't know how to answer the question, so the rest of the walk was silent, as Jenna was eating me up inside, but I really feel like she overreacted way too much. She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend, we were just friends fucking, and that's it. Maybe I do have feelings for her, feeling so bad for her, and constantly thinking about her.

Another 10 minutes go by, and we finally make it home and the house is quiet. I look over at Trina who is sitting out the couch and she mouths "asshole" too me and I roll my eyes at her and make my way to Jenna's door. I stand in front of it for a few to think about what I need to say before opening the door. I slowly open the door to a dark room with just enough moonlight coming in to see Jenna curled up in the bed and sniffling coming from her. I shut the door behind me and walk over to her but before I can reach the bed Jenna says.

"Get out, I told you I never want to talk to you again Andre." her voice is raspy and low from all the crying she's been doing, and it makes me feel worse.

"Jenna please, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way, I really am sorry." She lays there not responding to what I said so I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her with a guilty look on my face.

"Please Jenna, at least talk to me, please." I place my hand on her leg, and she pushes my hand off her and uncovers her face from under her blanket, showing her stained face from her mascara and puffy eyes from endless crying.

"How Andre, how can you possibly fuck me for two weeks straight and not have any connection towards me, I mean you were legit spending most of your day, every day inside me, I mean fuck Andre." She says with even more tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know, honestly, I don't know how I can even answer that question, you're a beautiful girl, and I mean gorgeous. Attractive with everything you do and how you look, how you talk and when you laugh. But I'm not good for you, really. I grew up with a really rough life, I wasn't loved as a child, and now that I'm an adult, I don't know how to love others. I bounced around foster homes until I was 18, and at that point I was too old to be in foster care, I left and go into college and with the help of the state, I have no family Jenna, I don't know any better." I spill it all out to Jenna, tell her everything about me, something I never told anyone before, besides Devin because we have been best friends for years, but never a girl, never.

Jenna sits up with a different expression on her face, different from her one before, the one I caused in the first place.

"Andre, I'm sorry, I had no idea." She says placing her hand on top of mine.

"No, don't apologize, I'm the one in the wrong here, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm no good for you Jenna, you deserve someone who will love you the way you deserve, and that can't be me. I want nothing but what is the best for you, you deserve it. Goodnight Jenna." I give her hand a light squeeze before exiting her room and making my way into my room.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm ending it like this!! I have big plans for the story, New chapter coming very soon, so stay tuned, I love you all and thank you for all the support on this story, it means the world to me!!! :)

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✶ Whiskey (2) ✶ - John “Bucky” Egan x OC - Masters of the Air fandom - Multi-chaptered story.

⚠ Warning: Rating 18+ ⚠ Chapter warning: Sexual content, period sexism, spousal belittling, cursing Words: 4353 A/N: Hello again! First off, I just want to say thank you so much for the love and support y'all have shown this story!! You guys are amazing and you have no idea how much I appreciate you guys! So, with this chapter, we get to meet Dominik and Marigold - the husband and MIL. These two will have major impacts on our OC's life and at times their treatment towards her will not be very nice. We also get to meet the most important person in our OCs life... The bright side, we will see our OC spending time with a certain Major 🥵. This story is just getting started and I promise that Mr. Egan and all the fabulous men of the 100th will come to light in the upcoming chapter. It's gonna be a wild one! If you would like to be added to the tag list, just comment your username ☺︎

“I don’t see why you need to accompany your husband to such a location – full of men waiting for their chance to die.”

Rolling my eyes, I kept my mouth shut as my mother-in-law moved around the room. She had volunteered herself to accompany Dom and I to England – stating that she needed to be here for the sake of her granddaughter.

“What’re you expected to do while he’s working? Just longue around and make eyes with all the soldiers – give them blue balls so they can go back to their barracks and dream about you?”

A smile tugged at my face, “Somebody has to get them a little excited, Marigold.”

Her brows knitting together – unsure if I was being serious of not. “That’s what those pin-up women are for – you’re a married woman, Rachel. Married to one of the top colonels in the army – you don’t need to be strutting around like some old whore.”

Sighing, I pushed myself off the chair, her eyes watching me like the hawk she is. “Are you faithful to my son?” The question causing me to stop in my tracks. “You wouldn’t think about stepping out on him, would you?”

Her dark eyes bore into my soul, their intensity like a piercing gaze from the depths of the night. With each passing moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine, as if her gaze held the power to unravel the very core of my being. In that fleeting instant, the world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only her eyes, dark and mysterious, capturing my every thought and emotion in their enigmatic depths. “No –“My tone defensive. “Why ever would you think that?”

Feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation, she shrugged her shoulders, the weight of the moment causing her lips to press tightly together in a display of silent resolve.

“What gives you the idea that I would be unfaithful to Dominik? Because of what I said – that was a joke – they’re very popular nowadays.” Her back straightening at my bitter return.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure despite Mari's biting words. Our relationship had always been strained, but her sharp remarks never failed to sting.

"I understand your concern, Mari," I replied evenly, meeting her gaze. "But I'm not going to England to flirt with soldiers. I'll be there to support Dom and assist in any way I can. It's important for us to be together during his assignment."

Mari huffed, clearly not convinced. "Just be careful, Rachel. Men in uniform can be quite charming, but they're not to be trusted. Don't forget your responsibilities as a wife and a mother."

Her words echoed in my mind, stirring up a mix of frustration and resignation. I knew Mari meant well in her own way, but her traditional views often clashed with my more independent spirit.

"Again, I appreciate your concern, Mari," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I'll always prioritize my family above all else. You can trust me on that."

In that fleeting moment of our interaction, as her captivating eyes locked onto mine, a subtle yet unmistakable expression of doubt crept into her gaze. "I hope so, Rachel. You have a good husband and a beautiful daughter. Don't take that for granted."

In the intricate web of relationships that intertwined our lives, tensions simmered just below the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment. Marigold's disapproval of me seemed to stem from a place of deep-seated insecurity and a need to control the narrative surrounding her son's marriage.

From the very beginning of Dom and I’s relationship, Marigold had made it clear that she held certain expectations for the woman who would become her daughter-in-law. My lack of pedigree, my fiery red hair, and perceived lack of refinement were all points of contention for Marigold. In her eyes, I was an outsider, unworthy of her son's prestigious lineage.

The constant barrage of criticism and belittling remarks from Marigold had taken its toll on me, chipping away at my confidence and sense of self-worth. Despite my best efforts to prove her loyalty and devotion to Dominik, I found herself caught in a never-ending cycle of scrutiny and judgment.

As Marigold insinuated doubts about my fidelity and questioned my motives, I felt a surge of indignation rise within myself. The implication that I would betray Dominik, the man I loved, cut deep, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet, I understood that Marigold's insecurities and fears were driving her behavior, fueling her need to assert control over the situation.

The dynamics between myself and Marigold were fraught with unspoken tensions and power struggles, each woman vying for dominance in their own way. My defiance in the face of Marigold's criticisms and barbs hinted at an underlying strength and resilience that belied my outward appearance.

She lightly cleared her throat, the sound echoing in the opulent room. "Darling," she began, her voice smooth but with an underlying tension. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes. "I know you would never hurt my son in such a fashion."

With deliberate grace, she slowly rose from her seat, her elegant movements betraying the subtle power she held. Her hand smoothed down the expensive fabric of her dress, erasing any hint of imperfection. "You're a very beautiful girl - woman," she remarked, her words laced with a mixture of compliment and observation.

Turning to face me fully, she continued, her gaze piercing yet enigmatic. "Those men at Thorpe Abbots haven't seen or been around a real woman in who knows how long - only the women that are working or the local townies." Her voice trailed off momentarily, her hands coming to rest gently on my arms. "It's going to be hard for them to resist you."

I regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as she pivoted back towards the chair, as if the weight of her words had dissipated as quickly as they had been spoken. I felt the urge to respond rising within me, but something in her demeanor made me hesitate, my words left unspoken.

As she settled back into her seat, a subtle yet unmistakable smugness crept into her expression, adding a layer of complexity to her otherwise composed facade. Her eyes met mine once more, a silent challenge lingering in their depths.

"Better get packing, darling," she remarked casually, the nonchalance in her tone belying the undercurrent of tension that hung in the air…

We lay in silence, the distant sounds of the bustling streets below providing a gentle background melody that filled the room. His touch, feather-light against the curve of my ribcage, sent a shiver of electricity racing through my body.

"Someone walking over your grave?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he traced patterns on my skin with his fingertips.

Resting my chin on his chest, our gazes locked in a shared moment of intimacy. "Excuse me?" I replied, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

He chuckled softly, the sound like music in the quiet room, as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face. "My pops used to say that when you get a cold chill, it means someone is walking on your grave." His words carried a touch of nostalgia and folklore.

Raising my eyebrows in amusement, I shook my head. "Can't say I've heard that one before."

As my left hand trailed down his chest, I noticed the cross necklace he wore, a simple yet meaningful charm that he kept close for protection. Taking the pendant between my thumb and index finger, I studied it briefly before placing it gently in the center of his chest, my fingers lingering over the cool metal.

"My mom gave it to me before I left," he explained, his voice tinged with emotion. "I'm not really a believer, but you need something to protect you out there."

Moved by his vulnerability, I began to share a piece of my own family history. "My grandmother was a God-fearing woman," I started, the memories of her devout faith flooding back. "She would attend church on Sundays and Wednesdays, unwavering in her devotion even in the face of adversity." A pang of sorrow touched my heart as tears threatened to well up in my eyes. "But when my Grandad fell ill, her faith wavered. She prayed for miracles as he lay dying, his lungs ravaged by years spent in the mines."

The weight of past grief hung heavy in the air between us, the shared stories weaving a bond of understanding and empathy that transcended words.

John's arm tightened around my waist; his unwavering attention focused on every word I spoke.

"After he passed away, she changed," I continued, a wistful smile playing on my lips as I reminisced. "She stopped praying, stopped going to church as often, stopped believing. My grandad was her entire world, her reason for everything. She used to tell my brother and me that God had led Grandad into her life." The warmth of nostalgia colored my voice as I shared the cherished memories.

"She would say that she prayed for God to send her a hard-working farm boy - one with dark hair and skilled hands." John's chest rumbled with laughter; his amusement palpable in the air between us. "And one day, it was as if he appeared out of the heavens, right at Sampson's Feed store across the street from her daddy's farm."

As I slowly rose from the bed, the sheet draped around my waist, I pulled my legs up to my chest, lost in the recollection. "She loved that man more than anything - perhaps even more than she loved God, I think."

The bed shifted as John pressed his chest against my back, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Have you ever felt that kind of love?" His whisper tickled my ear, his words laden with a depth of emotion.

Turning my head, our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, an unspoken connection weaving between us in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Does right now count?" I murmured between kisses, the warmth of our closeness enveloping us.

A smile played on John's lips as he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well," he teased, gently guiding me into a lying position on the mattress, "you were certainly calling for him earlier."

We both laughed, the shared moment of levity breaking through any lingering tension. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our gazes meeting with a mix of affection and sincerity.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered, his words carrying a depth of feeling that stirred my heart.

My fingers tangled in his brown locks, finding their place at the nape of his neck. "As are you, John Egan." I replied, the unspoken bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

His lips met mine in a gentle manner, each light peck carrying a world of unspoken emotions, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek with a touch that spoke volumes. We lingered in that moment of quiet intimacy, the outside world fading into insignificance as we shared a silent connection that transcended words.

After a moment, he lifted himself up from the bed, leaving the sheet behind as he made his way to the curtained window. I watched as his back muscles moved beneath his skin, a silent display of tension and contemplation as he gazed out at the streets below. The sun had hidden behind the thickening clouds, casting the room into a dim twilight as the impending rain approached.

Quietly, I crawled out of the bed, the sheet slipping off my body as I closed the distance between us.

Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his mid-section, offering a comforting embrace. "Are you okay?" I whispered, pressing my lips against his back, seeking to convey my support through the simple contact of our bodies.

He let out a deep sigh, his body relaxing into my touch as his hands found their place atop mine. "You ever wonder if all of this is really worth it?" His voice held a weight of solemn reflection as he voiced the doubts that lingered in his mind. "All this killing and bombing - innocent lives lost every day, many of them unaware until it's too late." The heaviness of his words echoed the burdens he carried, the moral complexities of his actions weighing heavily on his conscience.

Listening to his inner turmoil, I felt a surge of empathy and understanding for the struggles he faced. "You can't beat yourself up about that, John," I spoke softly, offering reassurance in the face of his inner turmoil. "The choices you've made, the actions you've taken - they may be part of a larger conflict, but you have to remember the good you're fighting for, the lives you're trying to protect."

John and I barely knew one another, but even in the brief moments we shared, it was evident that the weight of war was bearing down heavily on him. His eyes, once bright with youthful vigor, now held a weariness that seemed to go beyond mere physical exhaustion. It was a weariness of the soul, a deep-seated fatigue born from the harrowing experiences he had endured on the battlefield.

"My pal Buck says the same thing," He remarked, a faint smile edging on his face as memories of their conversations flooded back. "He always told me to just worry about getting back home to Wisconsin – making sure our country and those helping us fight those German pricks win the battle – big or small."

As the rain began to drum against the windowpanes, a sense of shared vulnerability enveloped us, binding us together in a moment of shared empathy and support amidst the storm of uncertainty and doubt.

His hands fell from mine as he turned towards me, his eyes falling on my naked frame. The slightest hint of sadness could be seen in his irises. Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us, his callused hands reaching my thighs, bending down slightly as he hoisted me onto his hips. Our lips never separating, a muffled moan purred through my body as my back hit the wall next to the window. The cooling fall air that drifted in from the draft window was no match for the heat that coursed through my body as John’s touch lit a fire in and outside my body.

As our embrace deepened, the weight of the war seemed to momentarily fade away, replaced by a sense of raw connection and passion. In that fleeting moment, there was only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and longing.

The world outside may have been engulfed in chaos and uncertainty, but within the walls of that room, time seemed to stand still. Each touch, each kiss, spoke volumes of unspoken emotions and desires. It was a moment of respite, a brief escape from the harsh realities of the outside world.

With the leverage from the wall, his hand made quick work as it moved between our bodies, his large fingers finding my clit, my hips responding as they moved against his touch.

“John, please.” My mouth latching onto his neck, an animalistic growl releasing from his body.

His paced quickened, “Tell me what you want.” His breath hot against my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

My teeth biting down harder on his neck as my walls began to clench around his touch. “Goddammit, Rachel –“His words full of lust. “Tell me what you fucking want.”

The pleasure causing tears to form in my eyes, “Fuck me, John.” Out of breath. “Please just fuck me, please!” Without warning, his cock slammed into me. His lips harshly meeting mine, stifling the gasp that fell between our kiss.

The pace was fast – hard as our hips slapped against one another. His fingers digging into my sides as my nails dragged down his back, hard enough to pull away the first layer of skin.

“Harder.” I begged. “Oh God, please go harder!”

I cried out in pain as my back repeatedly hit the wall behind me – his cock swelling inside of me as we started to reach our climax.

The warm sensation soon flooded my core, the liquid rolling down my leg as his cock stayed buried inside of me. His lips peppering kisses along my collarbone as my fingers floated through his hair as we both regained our breath.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it back to the base.”

“And why’s that?” His hips slowly moving again.

“Because-“The friction between our hips causing us both to groan. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

As the soft glow of the vanity lights illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance over the space, Dominik's footsteps echoed against the wooden floors, the sound a rhythmic accompaniment to the weight of the impending departure. His words lingered in the air, carrying with them a mixture of anticipation and melancholy.

"I spoke with Colonel Huglin over the phone today," His voice tinged with a hint of tension that belied the calm facade he tried to maintain. "It seems like everything is ready for our arrival in the morning."

I turned to face him, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. His hair, usually meticulously styled, now bore the tousled look of a man consumed by nerves and the weight of responsibility.

"My mother is going to take Charlotte back to the States once we get on the plane," Dominik continued, his words hanging between us with unspoken emotions. "I told her to stay here for a while, but she's insistent on getting out of England."

I couldn't help but inwardly roll my eyes at Marigold's insistence on whisking Charlotte away to New York. The prospect of being separated from my daughter for an unknown stretch of time tugged at my heart, the idea of her absence leaving an ache in its wake. While Dominik and Marigold argued that the military base was no place for a young girl, I couldn't shake the feeling that there were other children in the town who could keep her company.

“What time do we leave?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Dominik checked his watch, furrowing his brow. “Huglin mentioned the plane will be ready at nine sharp. We need to be at the airfield no later than 8:30.”

I bit my lip, a pang of sadness washing over me. “Charlotte will still be sleeping when we leave. I can’t bear not saying goodbye to her. We don’t know how long we’ll be a part. Your mother isn’t gonna let me wake her that early.”

“Maybe it’s best we leave without saying goodbye.” Dominik suggested, his tone matter of fact.

I stood up from the vanity, feeling a surge of frustration. “You can’t be serious, Dom?”

He shrugged, his expression impassive. “You know how my mother is. She doesn’t want Charlotte upset. She’ll have to deal with a crying child when we leave.”

Dominik’s dismissal of my feelings stung. “I’ll have Mother call the base when they land in New York and you can talk to Charlotte then,” he continued, his hands moving down my arms.

Tensions crackled in the air as he towered over me. His words, though well-intentioned, felt like a cage closing in around me. “I know it’s hard to be away from the baby, but I need you with me. You’re my rock, sweetheart,” he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on my neck. “I can’t go anywhere without my special little rock.”

I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside of me – love, frustration, and a hint of resignation. Dominik’s ability to use intimacy to end arguments was both comforting and manipulative. I knew that arguing further would only lead to more tension. So, with a heavy heart, I relented, letting the moment of peace wash over us…

As I stood by Charlotte's bedside, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a warm aura over the room, memories flooded her mind. Remembering the first time I held Charlotte in her arms, the overwhelming rush of love and protectiveness that consumed my heart. It was a feeling unlike any other, a bond that transcended words and explanations.

Gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from Charlotte's face, I whispered, "Sweetheart, it's time for me to go now. But remember, mommy loves you more than anything in this world." My voice cracked with emotion as I fought back tears, hand trembling slightly as I traced the curve of her cheek.

She stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal sleepy, drowsy eyes. "Mama?" she murmured, her voice soft and filled with innocence.

My heart ached at the sight of my precious daughter looking up at me, so small and vulnerable in the dim light. "Hi, baby girl," my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I go."

She reached out a tiny hand, her fingers seeking the comfort of her mother's touch. "Don't go, Mama," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Tears welled up in my eyes, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Charlotte's forehead. "I have to go, darling, but I'll be back before you know it. Grandmother will take good care of you while I'm away, okay?" I reassured her, my voice filled with love and tenderness.

With a heavy heart, I tucked the covers snugly around Charlotte, tucking her in with care. Lingering for a moment, savoring the quiet peace of the room before I reluctantly turned to leave.

As I stepped out into the hallway, a familiar voice made me jump in surprise. "A little early for tears, Rachel," Mari's voice floated towards her, her figure blending into the shadows of the room.

Startled, I clutched my chest, heart racing from the unexpected encounter. "Marigold, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I gasped, trying to steady my breathing.

Mari's gaze flickered towards Charlotte's room, her expression unreadable. "Dominik told you not to wake her," she reminded in a low tone. "You know how she gets when you leave her. It wasn't a wise choice, Rachel."

Feeling a pang of guilt, I nodded silently, realizing the impact of my actions. With a heavy sigh, I prepared myself for the difficult task ahead, knowing that leaving Charlotte behind was a sacrifice I had to make for now.

I watched as she retreated into Charlotte's room, glaring daggers as she closed the door behind her, the tension between us palpable in the air. I stood there for a moment, the silence of the house buzzing in my ears like a persistent drone, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within me. With a heavy exhale, I gathered my resolve and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. The faint sound of a car engine humming in the distance pulled me back to the present, prompting me to make my way towards the awaiting vehicle, each step feeling heavier than the last as I left the turbulent scene behind me.

The weather once again mimicked the mood, a common occurrence for England, with dark clouds looming overhead and a chilly wind cutting through the air. Despite the dreariness of the day, there was a certain familiarity in the gray skies and mist that enveloped the surroundings, as if nature itself was reflecting the emotional turmoil within.

My eyes met the driver's, a silent exchange of gratitude passing between us as he held the car door open, a small gesture that spoke volumes amidst the unspoken tension that lingered in the air. Dominik's body stiff beside me, his presence a palpable force in the confined space of the car.

"I told you to leave her alone, Rachel. I told you not to wake her, and of course, you never listen." Dominik's voice was low, the words carrying a weight of frustration and disappointment.

He stared out the window, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside, the rigid set of his jaw betraying his inner turmoil.

"After your little emotional moment," Dominik's voice cut through the tense silence in the car, his words laced with a hint of frustration. He paused; the weight of his gaze heavy as he turned to look at me briefly before returning his attention to the road ahead. "You better hope we're not late getting to the airfield."

His words stung, a stark reminder of the consequences of my actions and the impact they had on our plans. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing that my emotional outburst had potentially jeopardized Dominik's mission and the success of the operation ahead. The weight of his disapproval bore down on me, adding to the already heavy atmosphere in the car.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to form a coherent response. The reality of the situation sank in, the urgency of our mission overshadowing any personal grievances or misunderstandings between us. With a deep breath, I nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the situation and the need to focus on the task at hand.

As the car started to move away, my thoughts were consumed by Charlotte. I had envisioned our trip to Thorpe Abbots with Dominik as a special event, a chance for us to bond and create lasting memories together. Dominik, poised to become the 2nd colonel in command, was about to embark on a crucial mission to take down the German forces, and I had hoped to support him in this pivotal moment of his career.

However, as the weight of our unspoken tensions and misunderstandings hung heavy in the air, I couldn't shake the feeling of missed opportunities and shattered expectations. What was meant to be a moment of triumph and unity now seemed clouded by discord and distance.

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 8: When We Are Together - Matty Healy Series

A/N: sooo you may have seen my poll, you may not have, but I've come to the decision to post what I have written for this series and then take a little break from it... I love this series but recently have been feeling a bit stuck with it, I have so many ideas but I'm sure where they fit and whether there even is an end to this story. My goal is to eventually finish it so don't worry! I hope you guys are okay with that. The support has been amazing so thank you all so much.

In other news (for my Ross girlies) I will be posting the first chapter to my new series, entitled Pressure, very soon!

Warnings: bit long, probably spelling mistakes

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Part 7

Lou's phone ringing on her bedside table is what stirs her from her peaceful slumber. The dozing man next to her awakens with a groan as she awkwardly untangles her limbs from him, apologising for the loud interference as she removes herself from the bed. His soft features find hers and he smiles before his eyes are drifting shut once more. She quickly throws on his shirt which rests on the ground amongst the rest of their clothes.

She stubs her toe on the bedside table as she grabs her phone, the name "Rose" lights up her screen, a picture of her and the drummer of her band can be seen.

"Fuck" she says attempting to shake of the pain, Matty mumbles a "you alright love?" His face now buried in his pillow.

"Yeah go back to sleep" she says, answering the phone, covering up the speaker until she's on their balcony. The morning breeze is far too cold and considering she's just wearing Matty's Tshirt, she'd be surprised if she didn't get frostbite.

"Lou, are you there?" She hears her friend say.

"Yes I'm here sorry" she looks at her phone seeing the clock said 5am, she puts the phone back to her ear 

"Rose I love you but it's 5 in the morning, what time is it there?" She asks, not keeping a track of what time it is in her home town like she usually would.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that I've just seen pictures of you and Matty holding hands and cuddling. Last time we spoke you said you're seeing how things go" she explains. Shit  they did get caught she thinks , it's fine Matty said we will deal with the consequences together.

"That's exactly what I'm doing, Rose. Seeing how things go, I'm not filtering myself for anyone, I'll do what I want and that's exactly what Im doing" she explains. Rose chuckles on the other end of the line, Lou's words perfectly described herself, never one to filter herself for the sake of others.

"We respect that, you know we do. One of the things we love most about you... We're just worried you're going to get hurt" Rose explains, Rose was one of the most genuine people she had ever met, she was similar to Hann in the fact she would say it how it is although perhaps a little more carelessly and sometimes brutally than Hann.

"We? So you've spoken to Mia and Cami too... Great'' she says, eyes rolling. Mia was the band's bassist (and her sister) and Cami was their lead guitarist.

"I mean... Mia is blindly happy for you, you know what she's like" Rose says.

Mia is around 5 years younger than Lou (having joined the band reasonably late, a fact that Ross and Lou had jokingly argued about as the band didn't have a bassist for a while), they had always been close but one thing they loved about their relationship was they weren't dependent on each other. Despite spending all her time with the 1975 in her childhood, only George had met her band members, they weren't very interested in becoming friends with them, far too happy in doing their own thing.

Mia lived in London for almost all of their childhood, they'd only see each other during holidays or special occasions, something about that dynamic made them closer (which most people found odd). Mia had played bass since she was around 8 and she had joined the band 5 years after they got famous.

"I love her... She's my sister and all but she'd be happy if I found a penny on the floor" Lou says making Rose chuckle, knowing it was true. Despite having different Mum's, their families always encouraged the sisters to appreciate life intricacies, the small things.

"We're just looking out for you L" she says, the nickname only her band members gave her. She remembers the first time George visited the band on tour during one of the 75s breaks, he practically cringed at the nickname, she was and always would be his "Lou" and the fact others had different nicknames for her didn't sit too well at first.

"I know" she says, knowing they never did anything with less than pure intentions. "but listen... We're a family here, if anything happens they'll protect me" she says, not that she needed protecting. Rose finds her heart sinking slightly at her friend's words, as if their own band weren't a family. But she saw the way Lou was with the 75, how undoubtedly happy she was and she knew to push the selfish thought down.

"You seem really happy" Rose finally says and Lou smiles at that.

"I am..." She can't help but smile widely. She could easily go on to tell Rose how she's having the time of her life, how she's never felt this happy, how something feels different with the guys (something she has been struggling to explain), how Matty makes her feel seen and loved (something no guy has come close to before). But she doesn't, wanting it to be her secret for now.

"I'm also really fucking cold right now" she laughs, goosebumps rising to her skin as the wind makes Matty's shirt blow around her.

"Why?" Rose is laughing at her then.

"I'm on a balcony"

"why?" She's asking again, the two of them laughing.

"Matty's asleep... Like I said it's 5am" she says and she hears her friend sigh on the other end of the line, a happy sigh.

"Matty aye? Sharing a room are you?"

"Shut up" she chuckles. Her voice lowers and she whispers her next words "he told me he loved me Rose".

"Wow. That's big" she says and Lou's nodding even though Rose can't see her.

"Do you love him?" Rose asks, already suspecting the answer.

"Yeah"

"Well shit... Guess we're coming to the next show then. Got to see what Matthew Healy is like nowadays. Can't be the same old Ratty you used to kick about with" she says making Lou laugh loudly.

"I miss you guys" she says, the 1975 were her family, everything was intense. But with her own band she had fun (not that she didn't with the boys) but it was different.

"Is George still as fit as the good old days?" She asks and Lou can't help but laugh again.

"Pack it in, you know he's in a happy, healthy relationship" Lou explains.

"Too bad, don't know how you didn't jump his bones every time you were with him"

"Ew... Just ew. He's like my brother"

"And that Ross.... Damn. And I hear hanns going to be a daddy? That's hot."

"Okay Rose I'm hanging up now" Lou says and with two I love yous, she's slipping back into their room, seeing Matty awake and scrolling through his phone, smiling down at the screen.

"You know we look quite cute in these pictures" he says, eyes meeting hers. She's quick to jump on the bed, chin hooking onto his shoulder to peek at his screen. They did look cute and more importantly they looked happy. She smiles as Matty screenshots the photos.

"Deal with the consequences together, yeah?" Matty says, Lou nods at him, smiling as his lips press against hers.

"The first of which will be a very angry Jamie... And probably Gregg too" she says, Matty scrunching up his nose in agreement.

"Yeah...." His voice trails off making her giggle.

"I don't care... I'm happy"

"Me too love" he says, another kiss being delivered to her mouth.

"Rose called, think her and the girls want to come to the next show" she explains and Matty nods, typing something on his phone to Jamie, asking him to sort out their travel and to save them three tickets.

"Thank you" she says.

"If I remember correctly... They don't like me all that much do they?" He says and she's the one furrowing her nose at him, shaking her head.

"Guess I'll have to prove them wrong" and she almost dies at those words, lips harshly pressing against his. He groans as he pushes against her, her back hitting the bed.

"You're insatiable" he says, making her nod as her hands pull him in by the hips, forcing them to come into contact with hers in a sharp grind. She quickly finds him hard and resting against his abdomen and it doesn't take long before he's inside her.

"Jesus Christ" he groans, throwing his head back as her hands interweave into his curls. He's never going to get used to this.

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"You're supposed to tell me shit like this before you just decide to do it" Jamie says, his voice raised slightly, not shouting but firm and pointed.

Matty was standing in the centre of the room. George, Hann, Ross, John, and Jamie were all watching from the opposite side of the room, each of their arms crossed, ready to defend the pair if they needed to.

Carly (who had arrived this morning) and Polly were seated next to Lou on a large leather sofa.

"Come on man! It's not that big of a deal, we were holding hands, not making out" Matty says and Lou can't help but smirk.

"You know we have rules" Jamie says, making Matty (and all the boys scoff)

"I mean he's done worse" George says and Jamie whips around to see him, his finger pointing at the large man. Lou can't help but chuckle.

"Don't you start" and then he's turning to her now and her smile drops "and you"

"How am I supposed to explain this to your manager huh? How are we supposed to explain this to the fans?" Jamie asks. He was never really one to worry about these kinds of things, things were usually very chilled with him, it was one of the reasons the guys loved having him as their manager.

"Is it really that big of a deal?" Lou asks, Matty's eyes find hers and soften.

"Jamie listen" Lou says and the boy's manager finds her eyes and then soften, he had grown to have a soft spot for her "ignore Matty for a second" she says making everyone including the curly haired man laugh.

"When have I ever done anything problematic?" She asks and Jamie can't think of a single time, she was a saint (in the eyes of their fans anyway, Matty knew what she was truly like behind closed doors).

"We will do whatever you and Gregg want us to do... We just got caught up in the moment, okay?" Lou says and Jamie smiles at that, appreciating her words.

"You know what... Do whatever... We will deal with it" Jamie then says, almost completely giving in. The whole group smiled at that, the spirits lifted almost immediately. He goes to leave the room, turning back at the last minute.

"You're both serious about this right? This isn't some fuck around?" Jamie asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to confirm. They both share a look before looking at him again. They nod and he smiles.

"Well... Good" he says before leaving.

George hugs Matty as Lou is hugged by both Carly and Polly. She hadn't gotten much time to spend with the girls so when Matty's eyes found hers, although he wants nothing more than to spend time with her, he lets her have her own time with them.

"Look at you, you're glowing" Lou says, smiling at her friend. Carly smiles back at her thinking the same thing about Lou.

"How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?" Her words are rushed and Carly laughs, as does Poly.

"Lou calm down, I'm fine. Thank you though" she says sweetly. They continue talking and at some point Poly leaves them and soon after Hann joins, hooking a protective arm around his wife as his other hand toys with his wedding band. Lou always cries at the sight, feeling awfully sentimental today.

The couple stare at each other for a few seconds, smiles resting on their lips before they're both turning to look at her.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" Lou asks, making them laugh.

"We've been meaning to ask you something" Adam says, words quiet so only the three of them could hear.

"We were wondering," Carly says, looking at her husband before looking at Lou again.

"When the baby is born... If you'd be godmother" Carly says and as skin as the words come out, tears are springing to Lou's eyes.

"Wh-what?" She stutters, completely unsure why they'd ask her of all people, she appreciates it nonetheless but is very confused.

"Truth is we wouldn't even be married if it wasn't for you" Adam says.

"That's not true" Lou says and Carly raises her eyebrows at her.

"Regardless... You've always been so welcoming of me, and so so supportive. And whenever I'm here, you're always the first to check up on me and the baby" Carly speaks, hands resting over her bunk as Adam nods next to her.

"You don't have to say yes. We'd just love it if you did.  You know what you mean to us" Hann says and Lou is pulling them both into a tight hug, careful of the bump resting between them.

"I'd be honoured"

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The next evening Lou is pacing backstage at another venue, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her band of which included her baby sister (definitely not a baby but oh well). They had planned something special for this show, seeing as her bandmates were going to be there, the boys asked her to sing a song on her own, any song she liked.

"Lou you're making me anxious, stop pacing" George says, leisurely chilling on one of the sofas, Matty sitting next to him, a smirk resting on his face.

"Why are you smirking?" She quips at the man, who's curls have been tamed by an obscene amount of hair gel.

"Like seeing you like this, it's cute" he says, pulling her into his lap as she walks past them, stopping her pacing altogether.

"That's better" Matty says, making Lou giggle as he swarms her neck with light pecks.

"Absolutely disgusting" George says, standing to leave the pair of them.

"He's just jealous," Lou says, making Matty nod.

"Why are you anxious darling?" Matty says, nudging his nose lightly against hers.

"I haven't seen them in a while, I've missed them like crazy and I'm just.... I'm worried they're going to see what I'm like with you guys... And like hate me or something" Lou admits.

"You're crazy" Matty says, laughing at her "I don't know how many times I have to tell you love, but no one could hate you" he says, his words so simple but completely easing her thoughts.

"I love you" she says freely now, the man smiles widely down at her, pressing his mouth to hers sweetly.

"I love you more"

They hear a door open behind them, Lou jumping from her place in his lap, turning around to see three women standing in the hallway with Jamie. One of which runs towards her, screaming loudly, she jumps and Lou catches her as she laughs.

"Oh my god Mia you're not a child, I can't carry you anymore" Lou says, struggling to hold her sister up.

"I have fucking missed you bro" Mia says as she's placed back down, punching her older sister in the arm.

"Ouch" Lou says, all of the boys watch with their mouths open. Lou was talking to someone who looked almost identical to her, although her sister's hair was much lighter than hers and shorter too, her skin slightly paler, far less tattoos covering her body.

Rose and Cami are pulling her into a tight hug next, the four of them nattering like a bunch of mothers waiting to pick up their kids.

"Oh shit. Sorry" Lou turns to the guys who are still watching, mouth agape at the four of them. George is quick to stand up, pulling them all into hugs, muttering "long them no sees" to each of them.

"Of course you know George..." Lou says as she begins to introduce the guys. Every single one of them fawns over the man, making her roll her eyes, pointing her fingers at them, telling them to stop which makes George laugh. He knew they did it on purpose, to get under Lou's skin but he can't help but let it get to his ego too.

George wraps up Mia in a hug "how's my favourite sister doing?" He asks just to annoy Lou.

"Ha ha very funny" Lou says, pushing her best friend lightly as he wraps his arm around her too.

"This is Ross, Adam but we call him Hann, Carly: Adam's wife and mother of his unborn child" she says pointing to each of them, making everyone laugh at her words about Carly. She doesn't mention that she's going to be the child's godmother, wanting to savour that fact for a while.

"Penny, Jamie, John and... Matty" she's smiling at them and all the girls smile at everyone introduced, waving at them. The girls can't help but notice how Matty stares at her, his eyes set on no one else but her, a huge smile resting on his mouth. One look and they could see he was smitten.

"This is Rose our drummer, Cami our lead guitarist and my little sister Mia, who's our bassist" she smiles as she speaks, hooking her arm around Mia at the last instance.

"How did I not know you had a sister?" It's Matty who's speaking, almost all of the girls scowling at him, apart from Mia. He shares a look with the other guys, all of them shrugging, all of them knew she had a sister (although only George had met her) , how the fact had escaped the attention of Matty they did not know. He feels awful that he doesn't know, and wonders why he hadn't told her.

"Don't talk about me then sis? Oh how you wound me" her sister says, making her laugh and nudge her.

"Na, just kidding, it's all good. I lived in London, same dad, different mum" Mia explains, coming to pull Matty into a hug to properly introduce herself. Lou stands there watching them, finger in-between teeth as she watches how Matty freezes up awkwardly, the scene makes her chuckle.

"Mia stop being weird" she says, pulling her sister back from Matty.

The rest of them talk then, the girls talking to various people at scattered times. Mia stands with Matty and Lou, catching up about all sorts of things. Rose and Cami talk to Ross, Hann and Carly.

"Who's the one with the bun again?" Mia asks and Lou rolls her eyes as Matty smirks, knowing exactly why she's asking.

"That would be Ross, OUR bassist' ' Matty says, smirk clear on his face. His arm was wrapped tightly around Lou's waist, holding him to her. Mia thought they looked cute together and she couldn't help but smile at the huge smile resting on her older sister's face. She had never seen her this happy before.

"That's Ross?!" Mia almost shouts, catching the attention of the tall bearded man.

"Shut up" Lou says, Mia and her share a look, confusing Matty slightly. Mia was one of the only people that knew Lou and Ross shared a kiss when they were teenagers for they told each other everything.

"He's gotten a lot fitter than when you knocked about with them" Mia says, her London accent a lot more prominent as she speaks.

"You need to stop" Lou says, Matty and her laughing at the slightly smaller girl. Matty's eyes flick between them, eyebrows raising.

"Sorry I can't get over how similar you look, you seriously have different mum's? " Matty says, making them both groan.

"Oh god don't say that"  they say in unison, Matty holds his hands up in surrender at the daggers they shoot.

"Forget I mentioned it" he's being pulled away by someone else then. Leaving the two sisters alone.

"I mean... I like him" Mia says, grasping her sister by the shoulders. Rose joins their conversation.

"That's because you didn't see how completely unbearable he was when we were kids" Rose says, beer in hand that Lou is completely unsure how she got.

"Alright Rose we get it. Give the poor guy a chance, people change" Cami speaks and Lou is thankful to her.

"So tell us, are the rumours true?" Rose then asks.

"What rumours?" Lou asks, eyebrows furrowing at her bandmate.

"The rumours when we were kids.... That he's a good shag" rose says, always one to be forefront with her questions, something which often got them into trouble.

"You know what, you carry on mingling, I need a fag" Lou chuckles before finding her way out of one of the side doors, she hears them all laughing behind her.

The cigarette quickly finds its place in-between her lips, lighter sparking, the end burning as she breathes it in. She hears the door open and then shut behind her but she doesn't turn. She doesn't need to, she can smell two familiar scents: one of the man she loved and one of her life long best friend.

There's a silence for a few seconds as they light their own cigarettes, Matty's arm hooking around her waist when he sees her shiver.

"Sorry Lou but your sister is fitter than the last time I saw her" George says, making her cringe and making Matty chuckle.

"Ew. Just ew. And you have a girlfriend" Lou says simply, she doesn't miss how Matty leans in whispering a "you're fitter" into her ear. It's kind of a weird compliment, she never once compared herself to her sister, but she can't deny the way his words make her thighs tighten. She suppose it's because he's the one saying it and she's the one he wants when there's plenty of other beautiful girls, including the ones back inside, who he could easily get.

"They seem nice" Matty then says, loud enough for them both to hear.

"They are. But they're fucking mental though. Sorry if Rose is a bitch to you, her heart is in the right place" Lou explains, talking to Matty now, ignoring her best friend.

"It's okay, I get it. I was a dick remember?" Matty asks and Lou and George nod at him, all three of them laughing at his words.

"Cami is an absolute sweetheart so you don't have to worry about anything with her... Maybe just" she turns to Matty, placing a hand on her chest "watch what you say" this makes George laugh.

"And Mia... Keep her away from Ross will you? She's small but she will break that man" Lou says, her words shocking the two men, making them laugh anyway.

"Really?" George says, raising his eyebrows "maybe he needs to be broken" and Lou is groaning at his words.

"Don't you even try George" she says, the man flicking his fag to the floor, running back inside, giggling like an absolute child.

"George!" She shouts, giving in when the door swings back. She turns back to Matty then, who is smiling widely at her. His curls have once again been tamed by an unruly amount of hair gel, she almost frowns at the fact she can't run her fingers through the strands.

"Remind me why you didn't tell me you had a sister?" He asks and she frowns at him, thinking of an answer, not really having a definite one.

"Hmmm... I dunno. Guess I never thought to tell you before... And now... Think I was too wrapped up in you to tell you" she says, feeling a bit bad that she hadn't mentioned her own sister.

"As much as I love that... Told you I wanted to know everything about you" he says and she nods.

"I know... You'll get to know her now though, she loves you already so you definitely don't have to worry about her" she seals her words with a brief kiss.

"You seem different around them" Matty admits, making her eyebrows furrow, not knowing whether the meaning behind his words was a good or bad difference.

"How?" She asks, he smooths his hands over her waist, pulling her closer as his back leans against the concrete of the wall.

"You're like the leader of their pack, they all look to you, you shine" he admits and his eyes sparkle as he speaks "like seeing you shine". She doesn't quite know what to say but opts for the truth.

"I've actually been enjoying not being the frontman for a bit... Happy to be in the background and bask in your light" she says, his heart flutters at her words.

"Oh honey..." His fingers tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen, choosing to gently grip her chin instead of dropping back to his side.

"You've got your own light, even at the back... Everyone's looking at you" he says and she doesn't believe his words. She had a few of her own fans come to their gigs but the majority were there to see the boys and Matty, of course because it was their show, she was just there to help. She shakes her head at him, making him chuckle.

"Wish you could see yourself the way I see you... The way thousands of people see you. Trust me darling... You shine" he seals his lips against hers now, not letting her utter another word. His words had some truth to them that she didn't see, the guys often found themselves watching her even on that stage, she radiated something more than any of them could give.

And Matty especially couldn't take his eyes off her, she was everything, up on that stage, in a coffee shop, amongst friends, under the covers in their room: she shined.

Their lips move passionately against each other, neither able to get enough of each other. He's pulling her as she pulls him, trying to get closer even though it wasn't possible.

Neither of them had spoken about the fact that in two days they would be at the end of the first leg of their tour. They'd been setting off on a three week break, every single person had made plans except the two of them, too wrapped up in each other to have spoken about it.

The door creaks open next to them and they hear someone cough. They pull apart, both looking to see sweet Cami standing there.

"They're calling you on stage" Lou appreciates that she makes no crude comments, and doesn't groan at the sight of them.

They leave to play then, the crowd like no other tonight. She doesn't know if it's because she has her bandmates and her sister here or maybe because things are going so well with Matty, but the smile on her face never leaves. They play song after song, each one better than the last and when the second half rolls round and Matty introduces them, he surprises her.

"So we have two more shows after this one... And then we're on a three week break" he mentions it now and suddenly it dawns on her.

" I haven't made any plans... I've been a little distracted..." He says, looking over to her, making the crowd go mental "the truth is I've been having the time of my life with someone truly truly amazing and I'm the happiest I've ever been" he says. She thinks that his words are good enough for her for now, that's all the fans really need to know.

"This tour... We had someone amazing join us... I wasn't overjoyed at first, everyone on this stage right now would tell you that... Including her, especially her" he says and they all chuckle to themselves, Lou's eyes never wavering from his.

"But my god... George" he says turning around to face his best mate "thank you" he says, hands flat against each other, raising them to his chin as he tilts his head.

"Thank you to these boys right here" he says, pointing to Hann, George and then Ross "for making the best decision ever and bringing this wonderful person on tour with us" Matty says, finally pointing to her. Some fans may think he's just being sentimental, thanking her for joining them this far. Some will know the true meaning to his words, all but confirming what they were.

"Our wonderful Lou, would you come here for a second please?" He asks, and exactly as they planned she walks over to him, smiling as he pulls her into a tight hug before they pull back, his hand resting on her shoulder.

"Now you've got an absolute treat tonight" Matty says and someone passes her, her acoustic guitar. Matty moves from his stool and lets her sit there.

"The amazing Lou everyone" he says before he's leaving, everyone leaves the stage then, joining the girls backstage and watching from the sidelines.

"God this is daunting" she says into the microphone, making the crowd laugh "Yeah I know this is my job but I haven't been up here on my own for a hot minute" they laugh again.

She's shining again Matty thinks, god he loved how she shines.

"Boys please come back" she says, everyone laughing again.

"Okay okay" she says, shaking her nerves off as she begins checking if the guitar is in tune.

"I need to say a couple of things before I start, unplanned I know" she says, saying her last words to the guys on the side of the stage.

"Can't let Matty say all that without me saying anything" she laughs and she sees him smile at her.

"My band is here tonight" the crowd screams "my little sister"

"And I can't remember a time where I felt as happy as I do now. We're a family here at the 1975... I know that more than anything else" she says her words making the boy's eyes fill with tears.

"I guess I just want to say thank you to the whole team... And to my four boys, you know I'm not the best with words so I've been wanting to do something to show you guys how much you mean to me instead. So I thought I'd sing you a beautiful song. One which you wrote. This is for you" she says, beginning to play the beginning chords to "When We Are Together".

She plays a stripped back version of the song, somehow making it more sentimental, the boys find themselves hugging each other backstage.

Matty stares at her intently as she sings, the voice he loves so much filling the entire arena, he's in awe that the entire audience is silent, simply listening to her sing.

"You ask about the cows, wearin' my sweater

It's somethin' 'bout the weather that makes them lie down

The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together" she sings, her voice soft and sweet, undeniably beautiful.

She sings the song to the end, only then looking up at the audience. Her own eyes glisten with tears that are yet to fall but they do when she sees everyone holding up their phone, a few people crying their own tears. The boys are quick to join her on stage, hugging her tightly in a group hug before they return to their places on the stage.

"I love you" Matty mouths to her making her smile and mouth an "I love you too" back. Neither caring that thousands of people were watching them.

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George somehow ropes them all into a night out. Explaining that they hadn't had one yet despite being nearly at the end of their first leg. It was a rare occurrence for the band not to have had one, but they had all agreed that until they were all settled they wouldn't have a crazy night out.

But as the first leg was coming to an end, they had all agreed it was much needed and well deserved. Plus, the addition of Lou's bandmates had them all in high spirits.

"Got to give the newbies a proper 75 welcome" Ross says, wrapping an arm around Lou, pulling her into his side.

"Hey I'm not a newbie anymore" she argues back, jokingly shoving the man above her, shrugging away from his grip.

"But you haven't been out with us losers since we were teenagers" he quips back and she can't argue with that.

So they all rushed back to their hotel, the girls taking up Lou's room which was yet to be touched. Matty frowns as she disappears between the doors, leaving him to get ready on his own. Lou quickly showers, slicks back her hair into a high pony and applies some make up, not too much on her face but a dark eye, before joining the girls back in her room, wrapped up in a white robe.

"Feel like seeing how much that man has the hots for you?" Cami says, making Lou laugh as she searches through her suitcase. The girls seemed to have come prepared, suspecting that a night out would be on the agenda.

"We're not going anywhere fancy Cami, George knows some dj at this club and they've got us a booth" she explains, failing to mention that it was in the VIP section, something she didn't like to brag about. Cami holds up a silk dress with a deep v and a high slit, Lou shakes her head "too fancy".

Cami mutters an "okay okay" before she proceeds to throw more things from her suitcase, a mischievous look on her face as she puts together a few items.

One of which is a skirt that is far too short even for Lou, she had thrown all sorts of items in there, some of which she hadn't worn in ages.

"Cami that skirt it so fucking short" Lou says, unsure about it, and the slit that revealed half her thigh. Cami proceeds to throw the skirt at her, along with a deep v lace bodysuit and a cropped blazer.

"Just try it on" she says, the other girls nodding. Lou sighs deeply.

"Don't encourage her" she says, pointing to the other girls.

She makes her way to the en-suite bathroom, removing her robe before putting on the assortment of clothes Cami had selected. She finds herself smirking at her reflection, her ego was far from big but she knew that one look from Matty and he'd be on his knees.

She makes her way back into the room, her bandmates gasping at her.

"That's it. That's the one. I'm a genius" Cami says, placing a kiss on each of her cheeks.

"I'd do you" Rose says, making them all laugh, her fingertips pluck the "M" necklace that rests against the centre of her chest, just falling in-between her boobs. Rose smiles and lifts an eyebrow.

"Can't lie... That's undeniably cute" she says and Lou smiles.

"I know I give him shit... And I will continue to until I see fit" rose says making Lou laugh "but it's obvious he's madly in love with you... And you seem really happy" she says and Lou nods at her.

"I am... I don't even remember what it was like before... I hated him because I thought he hated me... As soon as I found out he didn't, everything kind of just fell in to place" Lou explains, mia standing up to hug her sister.

The other girls get ready after that, Lou helping them do their hair and make up, hearing the guys laughing from outside.

Rose wears a simple black dress that sits tightly on her body, Cami settles for a black pair of skinny jeans and a lace bralette, whilst Mia adorns leather trousers and black one shoulder bodysuit.

"You guys are going to give them heart attacks," Lou says, making all the girls laugh.

They then make their way into the main room, Lou the last to leave, before she does she hears George say "Was wondering why you took so long but now I understand. Look lovely girls" he says, his words fairly tame in comparison to what she'd thought he'd say.

"Where's the woman of the hour?" He jokes before she steps into the threshold. Her eyes find Mattys almost instantly and she can't help but smirk at him.

He was sitting on one of the sofas, legs spread wide almost as if he's ready for her to take her place in them. He shoots up as soon as he sees her, tugging at the shirt that rests almost uncomfortably around his neck now.

He's dressed in black suit trousers, a plain white T Shirt tucked in with a black shirt thrown over the top, the buttons almost all undone except two at the bottom, the shirt is sheer and she holds back moan as she sees him. His hair isn't tamed by gel now, unruly curls sat atop his head, ready to be tugged.

"Damnnn" George says, hand reaching for hers and getting his best friend to do a twirl, which makes her laugh. She didn't notice Matty coming over to her but she sure as hell notices the look he gives George, one in which she had never seen before.

His eyes warned his best friend to watch his mouth and George instantly stepped away, he was being territorial and she was surprised with how much she liked the feeling.

"Baby..." He practically whispers, hands coming to find her waist, gently pulling her body to his, his touch is unsure, as if he thought he wasn't deserving of it. Behind them, everyone begins talking to each other, letting the couple be.

"You look..." He swallows deeply and the sight kills her. She's glad her outfit had the outcome she had desired but as his dark eyes find hers she finds herself lost for words. Her eyebrows raise up at him, begging him to finish his sentence.

"Devine..." He says, as if she's a meal to devour. She couldn't care in the slightest, she loved how he much he wanted her and how little he tried to hide it.

"Hmm" she says, hands flat against his chest, she doesn't even beginning to describe how good he looks before George is interrupting them.

"We should probably leave before these two start fucking" George says, making everyone chuckle.

The club is loud and George disappears the minute they arrive, talking to the DJ of the night who lets George take rein of the music for a bit. The others find themselves at their booth, drinks already waiting for them.

Matty's hand is firmly clasped on her thigh as his other arm hooks around the back of her. His hand comes to fit at the back of her neck and she finds herself loving the feel of it. His grasp wasn't too tight but wasn't exactly soft and she has to stop herself from pressing her lips against his.

Ross is sat opposite them talking to Mia, her hand rests on his knee as they talk over the loud music. Cami and Rose are already on the dance floor, laughing with each other as they danced and drank.

He leans into speak to her, having to place his mouth directly next to her ear for her to hear "saw about 6 different guys stare at you as we walked in love" he says, almost proud of the fact.

"Yeah?" She asks and he smirks.

"Don't blame them, you look fucking hot" he says, making her chuckle and lean into him.

"Bet it must feel nice knowing I'm yours huh?" She asks and his smirk falls, mouth agape for a beat before his lips find hers for a firm peck.

"You're not mine yet love, not really. You could go over to any one of them right now and do what you wanted" he speaks and she smiles at him, shaking her head at his words. His words which were just to test her. He wanted nothing more than for her to say his words weren't true.

"Its shame for them then isn't it?" She says making his eyebrows furrow, not knowing what she meant.

"Shame I want you and not them" she says, standing from the booth, hand finding his as she stands.

"Besides" she says, leaning down to him until her mouth grazes his ear, making him shiver "if I'm not yours... you should do something about that" she says before looking at Mia.

"Want to dance?" She asks and Mia smiles widely, standing almost instantly. Lou notices the clear frown on Ross' lips and she smiles, raising her eyebrows at the bearded man.

The two girls quickly make their way to the dance floor positioning themselves so they can be seen by the guys (who's eyes never leave them).

Ross and Cami are quick to find them, the four of them dancing with each other, laughing and drinking.

Lou feels a tap to her shoulder so she turns, looking up at a guy who she doesn't recognise, a 6 ft something guy who, if she wasnt completely smitten with Matty she would find attractive, he had curls too but they weren't the same as Matty's, he looks sweet, a we'll put together man who no doubt has a large sum to his name. She stands there awkwardly waiting for the man to speak.

"Sorry I saw you across the room and just had to say hi" he speaks the cliche line and she chuckles.

"Does that line usually work for you?" She shouts over the loud song that's playing, the girls behind her laughing.

"I don't know, it's the first time I'm using it, you tell me" he says smoothly and Lou chuckles again.

"Ah come on Lou, let him buy you a drink" Rose says and she knows she just wants to see Matty's reaction.

"Lou? Is that your name? A pretty name for a pretty girl" he says and she can't help but cringe a little.

"I'm actually here with-" she begins to say she's here with someone but is interrupted by rose again.

"No she's not, she's just being modest, buy her a drink, a martini" she says and Lou chuckles as they man smiles before leaving.

"I hate martinis" Lou says and rose smirks.

"I know, but I love them" she says leaning in to speak into her ear "turn around, it worked" rose says.

Lou turns and is suddenly flushed against Matty's chest, she stumbles but his hand quickly finds her waist, holding her against him.

"Hi" she smiles.

"Hi" he smiles back, looking down at her. His eyes flick to the bar where he sees the guy he was all but ready to pounce on if he made a single move. Lou turns her head to see who he's looking at and she smiles upon turnjng around to face him again.

Her hands rest against his shoulders as a slow beat plays, she steps towards him so they're closer.

"You don't have to worry about him" she whispers into his ear. His hands grip her hips as she begins to move against him.

"Hmm why's that?" He mumbles into her ear, lips finding their way to her neck.

"Think you already know Matty" she says, pulling back to look at him. Her eyes plead with him, begging him to just kiss her already.

"Because you're mine yeah?" He shouts smiling down at her. She simply nods and his eyes leave her for a second, flicking to someone behind her again.

"Sorry mate" he speaks to whoever is behind her, probably the guy from a minute ago, but Lou's eyes are training on the curly man holding her "she's my missus" the words leave his mouth before he even processes them.

She hears a grumble behind her and then Matty's eyes are on hers again.

"Your missus huh? Like the sound of that" she pulls his mouth to hers then, lips pressing against one another with fervour. Him using that word so casually awakens something in her (and seemingly him too).

He tries to speak through their kiss, eventually having to break away.

"Be my girlfriend? Like proper girlfriend" he asks, it was not the way he had intended on asking her but he was desperate now, not wanting to go another minute without asking her.

"Wanted to ask you in a better setting than this love but-" her lips are on his again, shutting him up. She goes to say yes but suddenly a lanky man is pulling the pair into a tight hug.

"Fucking love you guys" George says, making the two of them laugh loudly.

"How much have you had to drink?" She laughs and he smears a kiss to her cheek before doing the same to Matty.

"Question is... Why haven't you?" His words make no sense but they allow him to pull them back to the booth and allow him to make the whole group (save for Matty) do a few shots. Lou doesn't drink as much as the rest of the group, wanting to support Matty but also wanting to remember the night, for it was already an amazing one.

As the night progresses, Ross and Mia are dancing together, her hands flat against his chest as their bodies moved against one another.

Matty and Lou were flush against the wall in the corner of the room, hiding from everyone else, needing some time to be alone.

"You never answered my question" he says as his head tucks into her neck, lips pressing against the skin.

"Kind of got interrupted" she sighs, hands threading through the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah George keeps fucking doing that tonight" He pulls back to look at her and she smiles.

"Yes I'll be your girlfriend" she says and he mirrors her, wide smiles adorning both of their faces.

"Yeah? Don't care that I asked you in the middle of some sweaty club" he asks and she shakes her head.

"No, because it's you. I'd of said yes no matter what Matty" and the confession has him blushing deeply, pulling her into him to place a loving kiss to her mouth.

"Didn't get to finish what you were saying to me earlier either... Some best friend g is" Matty says, needing to hear what she wanted to say.

"Yeah... Was going to say how good you looked" she says, smoothing her hands down his white Tshirt, fingertips pulling the shirt that rests either side of his frame, until their mouths meet again.

They break away a few moments later and his eyes wander to the centre of the dancefloor where Ross and Mia can be seen.

"Told George to keep her away from that man, she'll break his heart" Lou groans eyes finding where Matty was looking and he laughs at her words.

"You know I know about that night right" Matty says as his eyes snap back to hers, looking down at her as she frowns up at him, not knowing what she was talking about.

"What happened between you and Ross" Matty says, a smirk resting against his lips as Lou's mouth falls open.

"What- how?" She asks, mouth agape, lost for words.

"He's my best friend love, told me as soon as he knew I had feelings for you" he says, thumb drifting along her cheek.

"And? What do you think about it?" She asks, searching his face for any signs of him being annoyed at her.

"Well that depends..." He asks, a darkness to his words, lips pressing against hers, confusing her.

"Depends on what?" She murmurs against his mouth, pulling at his shirt, needing him closer to her.

"What was it like?" He asks, pressing his mouth to hers the moment he finished talking.

"Want the truth?" She asks and he nods against her mouth as his tongue finds hers. She allows them to fight for a moment until she lets his push harshly against hers, making her core flutter and letting him lead the kiss.

She pulls away from him for a second, dark eyes finding his and she smirks.

"It was hot... At the time" she says and she smirks down at her.

"Ross said the same thing" he says and Lou's eyebrows raise.

"Yeah?" Mattys hand drifts along her waist, landing against her hip, pulling her flush against him, moving their bodies to the beat of the music. Her arm hooks over his shoulder, clinging onto him as his hips ground down against hers.

He nods down at her and she finds herself confused as to why he's smirking still.

"If he told you that... Why are you smirking?" She asks, moaning into his mouth as his lips press against hers again.

"Because... It was a childhood makeout, doesn't mean anything... Fizzled out anyway" Matty says, repeating what Ross had explained to him. His lips find her neck again and she sighs.

"Hmm.. what if I said otherwise?" She says, purely teasing him. His head snaps away from her neck, finding her eyes, seriousness now covering his features.

"That's just mean love" he says, and she smirks up at him now, he doesn't find it funny and she's quick to drop the act. Softly playing with his hair as anger clouds his eyes.

"Baby I'm joking" she says, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, drifting them down to his neck and up to the shell of his ear.

"Doesn't mean anything... You're the one I want. My boyfriend" her last words are what gets him to snap back to how he was moments prior. It's what makes him press his mouth back to hers and grind his hips down to hers.

"Say it again" he murmurs into her mouth.

"My boyfriend"

"Fuck" his tongue roughly presses against hers and her hold on him tightens as pleasure increases throughout her body as she feels his hardened length pressing against her core.

"Want to get out of here?" He asks as he pulls away from her. She's quickly nodding up at him making him smirk.

"Good. Can't wait to get you out of this fucking skirt" he says, hand running along the hem of it, caressing her thigh. They quickly weave themselves out of the club, leaving their friends, leaving Lou's sister who is likely still with Ross.

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Their naked bodies are sprawled out on the bed of their hotel room, Matty is lying on his front as Lou is at his side. Her fingers drift along the expanse of his back, the muscles contracting under her touch before she presses light kisses to the skin.

"We have a break in two days" he says, his voice quiet, looking over his shoulder to find his girlfriend, who's arms were resting against his back.

"Want to spend it with you" Matty says, turning onto his back, she allows him and then lies back down onto his stomach now.

"Id like that" she smiles, pressing a kiss against his stomach.

"Think we should go away for a bit... Just us" he says and she nods again.

"Need to go home too though, need to see my family... And G's" she says and Matty nods.

"My mum's been wanting to see you again. Hasnt seen you since we were kids" he says. A man of many confessions tonight it seems

"Id love that. She always loved me" she says and Matty nods.

"Yeah I know... Used to give me so much shit for treating you the way I did. Said I was a cruel boy" he admits, his words holding a certain sadness to them.

"It's okay, made up for it now" she says and she smiles slightly.

"I'm so sorry"

"Baby no. You don't have to apologise anymore. I forgive you" she says, lips pressing softly against his stomach again, moving upwards until pressing against his lips.

"I know... Just needed to say it" he says and she nods.

"Can't believe you're my girlfriend" he says, hands moving her hair from her face, wanting to truly see her.

"You know... I never really said sorry for how I was to you" she admits and he looks down at her.

"You weren't nearly as bad as me love"

"That's not the point though... I'm sorry Matty, truly I am. Things were so different back then, it's kind of crazy" she says and he nods.

"Why did you hate me?" He asks, looking down at her, she didn't mind being asked it, they hadn't actually spoken about it yet.

"Suppose at first I hated you because you hated me... I tried to get you to like me... But after a while I gave in... Hated you because despite everything the guys said about you, about you being this lovely guy who would do anything for his mates... You weren't that person with me and I desperately wanted you to be... So I hated you because you didn't allow me to have you that way" she admits, something she had never admitted aloud before.

"I never knew that" he says, frowning at her. She knows he's about to apologise again so she presses her mouth to his.

"I often saw the way you were with them, when you thought I wasn't looking and I felt jealous... You told me the guys got to have me in a way you didn't and it was the same for me" she says.

"God we really made a mess of things didn't we?" He says, chuckling at the whole messy situation. She smiles at him and nods.

"Think we've made up for it now don't you think?" She asks and he nods, kissing her sweetly.

"My girlfriend"

"Your girlfriend" she smiles.

"Think I'm ready to make it obvious were dating" he says and she nods.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea" she says lying down on his chest and listening to his heart beat until she falls asleep.

"I love you" he murmurs although she's asleep on his arms now.

"I've always loved you" he says before he feels himself drifting to sleep too.

Part 9

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Living ( A live sequel)

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“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice!"

Mid July

“Hello Team Niall.” Niall introduced as they all waved and greeted him back. “Well, I've got a bit of news for you. Because of my concert schedule, I actually won't be in town for knockout rehearsals.” Everyone was shocked… and rightfully so. “Because I won't be there, I've chosen another coach to come in and mentor you guys for rehearsal.” Everyone started to freak out wondering who on earth it might be. 

“And they have been in your place before so I think they’ve got exactly what you need.”

The scene changed to the all too familiar practice room with an empty directors chairs. The sounds of steps progressively got louder until the special person appeared. 

“I'M BACK!” 

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's rewind a bit.

~~~~~~

A day or two after The Voice Finale

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice, and we're hanging out with Rob on Front Row Live.”

“Go with me.” Niall moaned into your mouth as you straddled him. “Where?” you question kissing down his neck. “Boston. I know it's last minute and we’d leave in the morning-” you shut him up with a kiss and a roll of your hips, his hands tightening against your thighs. “Just wake me up an hour before we leave.”

Sitting at the desk of you and Niall’s shared hotel room the morning of May 26th  you had early interviews to get through before you were meant to go to the festival. You looked over the camera to see Niall already looking at you.

“Maia congratulations. What a night you had a few nights ago.” Rob praised and you smiled adjusting your airpod. “I am super excited for you and your career and your future. Especially because you're starting so young. You have enough time to kind of like, continue to evolve, and understand your voice; learn a lot more about yourself throughout this process. Talk to me about this process of your experience here on the voice and how you've evolved as a vocalist and a performer.” The interview was more than you could ever imagine. 

“Now your relationship with Niall this season has had fans going crazy. From the after performance hugs to the duet, and the after party, what can you tell us about that?”

You saw Nialls face peak over the laptop screen and stayed neutral. “Niall has been the most supportive and very encouraging. He has become one of my best friends through this whole journey. I lost a lot of my confidence during the pandemic unfortunately. It made me think that I would never be able to do things that I certainly could do and Niall- all these years later- has been there to remind me that I probably can do them, and then make me do it. So our friendship and relationship has been so important to me. He is my best friend across the charts and he’d hate me for saying this, but I wouldn't be here without him.” 

“Last question before we go. Is there anything we can look forward to seeing soon? Maybe another EP?”

You smiled glad you were able to share some information on what was coming next. “All I'll say now is, look for me on stage back home.” you winked dramatically knowing those who would get it would get it.”

“That's amazing, I'll definitely keep my eyes peeled. It was so great having you on. I hope to see you in person soon.”

“Bye!” 

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User10 i'm actually really happy she won

User2 wait…Slane is in Ireland…..

User6 I just learned she had an EP…. what?!?!?!?

Being at Boston Calling with him

“Boston, Massachusetts, how you doing?” he asked the crowd after he finished ‘Heaven’. The loud response made him smile excitedly. “Holy shit! This is crazy.” you face palmed knowing he was going to slip up sooner or later. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see me. I really appreciate it.” they cheered again as he sipped his water. You watched as he looked at the amount of people and a smile formed on your face.

 “This is uhm- this is actually my first ever Festival.” he let out a breath at the realisation. “I've definitely been drunk at a few.” you laughed at him with the rest of the crowd. “But I've never played at any and for that reason I'm absolutely shitting myself.” he said looking at you knowing you would calm him, and him seeing you laugh did just the trick. 

“But thank you for being here. I know some of you guys have been queuing for years.” he looked around at the signs “My girlfriend showed me this earlier ‘i travelled four thousand miles to be here from Brazil’ your eyes went wide at the declaration and the deafening screams were present. He subtly looked in your direction and saw your reaction, his worry diminished as he saw you smiling making him smile. “Makes you feel bad from coming just down the road doesn't it? ‘I came from round New York’.” he mocked, “awe who cares.” he laughed with them and you hid a big smile behind your hands. 

~~~~

You walked the same route you came flashing your pass when you reached the gate and made your way in to see Niall. When you saw him you squealed and ran over to him. He turned when he heard you and caught you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he spun you both around hands on the swell of your bum.

“I'm so proud of you!” you screamed and he laughed before he was kissing you passionately. It was quick as many more pecks through giggles followed. “I can not explain to you how happy i am.” he whispered in shock as you were sitting in the trailer behind the stage and he was getting changed. “You should be so happy, my love. That was incredible, and I am so so proud of you.” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and kissing the ring on it. “You make me so happy, baby girl.” you melted at his words and stood up to kiss him softly. “And you make me the happiest girl, Ni.”

You surprising Niall at his Zane Lowe interview and him outing you 

You knew Niall was disappointed when you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to his Zane Lowe interview today. He was really excited for this one and wanted you to be there. It was only a few days later that you flew from Boston down to LA for the interview. You were working on last minute stuff for the announcement today and you were nowhere close to done when he was getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry love.” you kissed his pout away as you both stood by the door of his  LA house. “I know, it’s okay. I know why you can’t make it, and for that I am so very proud.” he melted his lips against yours as your hands went to the curls on the back of his neck and he wrapped his went straight to your bum.

~~~

Niall was watching Zane play his songs and the guitar with a big smile a few hours after he left. “There are some pretty songs on this record bro.” Zane complimented as he switched playing from ‘The Show’ to ‘You could start a cult’. You who had just made it into the studio to surprise Niall were standing behind the glass watching him, waiting for him to notice. 

“Thank you very much.'' He cut through Zanes music. “This one kills me.” Zane admitted as Niall caught on to what he was playing. “Yeah.” he cheered Zane on softly, finally noticing you. You saw his smile widened and you waved softly. “You Could Start A Cult.” he named distractedly, still looking at you as if he looked away you would disappear. 

~~~

“Kingdoms fighting over you,” Niall continued. “I think that like they’re the ones- that could have very easily been, ‘ i like waking up beside you and you're my favourite person.” he joked easily. “But ‘you could start a war’.” you shook your head at his lyrical genius. “Do you ever crack yourself up with it?”

‘Yeah it was something silly at first but now everyone's obsessed with it. It started with me and my girlfriend now, when we met we would watch crime shows together over facetime,” he exposed and you chuckled at his laugh.

‘You say girlfriend now, sorry if i'm over stepping but..” zane trailed off

“No,” he shrugged off looking at you, who nodded, “she was not my girlfriend at the time, she is now, is what that meant.”

“So did she not know the song was for her?”

“She didn't know any song was for her- or about her I should say. The road from when we met to now has been a very dark windy tunnel, but we made it to the other end.”

“That's beautiful Niall, truly.” You smiled at him agreeing with Zane.

“This was the last song on the record that we wrote.” Niall confessed, and you wondered why. “Why, what was missing?” and without hesitation he pointed to you, “her.” Zane looked to where he was pointing and you waved happily at him. He waved back to you just as happy before turning to Niall with a face of shock. “No?” he gasped and Niall laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I know. Way out of my league.” he watched you shake your head with an eye roll and he couldn't stop the smile from gracing his face.

“I could’ve gone and did what I did with the rest of the record and put BV’s all over it and strings and that was my plan - and John just said to me- because we we were not talking at the time…” he pointed between you and him, “...this is your message to,” he paused, ‘“ her’ keep it that way. Just you and your guitar and your feelings.”

And while there's much much more… you’ll see that soon

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A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped For You

Chapter 8: Thunderous

Chan POV:

Last night...was amazing. I wasn't expecting her to go through with it. But after the first time we relaxed into each other touch, enjoying the nice company until I felt my cum dripping down my leg. Until the opportunity to do something I've never done before but I knew she would LOVE.

I went down to her heat and licked her out. My cum and her juiced in my mouth i kissed her the moans she made made me rock hard again and we fucked for a second time. This time rougher than the last. Honestly it felt like I was in heaven.

I got ready to go to work. I checked my phone. No missed calls or messages. I change into my clothes and leave Y/N in peace. I left her a note I didn't want to leave without saying anything. It felt nice to finally have that time with her. That special moment. It was perfect. I wanted more. I wanted her.

I got to the office where the boys were sitting outside my office "what's up? You all look constipated?"

"Hyung you've not seen the articles have you?"

"What do you mean Changbin?"

He have me his phone. My "fiancé" posted another stupid article about me sleeping around. Not coming home when asked. Yet she can have a boyfriend and no one bats an eye. I get a text from Y/N.

"You told me she wouldn't care! You told me she wouldn't bat an eye. Wtf is this!?"

"Y/N calm down. I'll fix it"

"I knew we shouldn't have spent the night together. She's gonna kill me."

"She won't."

"I don't believe you."

"CHAN! Dude. Stop texting and listen. Where did you go last night if you didn't go home?"

"I was home"

"Chan you're in the same clothes as last night. You're bad at lying"

"Okay this doesn't go anywhere else but here okay...? Can we got one do your offices. I don't trust mine to be safe "

We go to Lee Knows office. They all sit down staring me. "Don't freak out. I was with Y/N last night."

"I KNEW IT!" Seungmin and Hyunjin cried.

"MY SISTER!?" Lee know pointed out. Not shocked but still grossed out.

"Lee know Hyung! WHAT!?"

"That's a story for another time. We can circle back. Chan are you serious did you..."

"Yes we had sex. Last night and this morning. Please keep this between us I don't want PDnim getting involved. See how she found out and is posting it everywhere however she doesn't say WHO I was with.  Still. Please. Can we find a way to shut these articles down? I need to call my father. I have little over 6 months to avoid marriage. I need your help to make it happen. Me and Y/N. Can you do that?"

"Hyung we aren't a match making service. What the fuck are we meant to do?"

"Report articles to stay this ain't true.

Do them to but if there's loads of us doing that it'll get the message across that she's spitting fake news. Though it's not but it's not the point. I want my relationship with Y/N to be private. Okay?"

"Yes Hyung" they shout. Ready to battle.

*a few hours later.*

Author POV:

After a few hours the guys as a collective managed to come up with articles that were good enough to divert the claims on Chan and aiming at his soon be to wife. Chan's father was livid at her. Not at him. He was very happy that he found someone after trying for so many years.

Which is weird since he was the one to make them get married in the first place. Anyways. Chan texts Y/N about the news.

*Chans text:*

Chan-ah: hey babygirl. It's okay we have worked things out. So no need to stress okay? I'm sorry for scaring you and upsetting you. Please don't hate me.

Babygirl:

Hey Daddy, it's okay im calmer now

*sends a naughty pic to Chan*

It's a shame Daddy has to work all day when im at home looking like this hmmm?

Chan-ah: ohhh Babygirl. You can't do that. You can't tease Daddy like that. Remember bad girls get punished.

He was enjoying how confident she was all of a sudden. He secretly wanted more but wouldn't be able to control his pants situation if it did continue. Chan was deep in though when his soon to be wife calls him...

"Take those articles down. Right now Chan!"

"You're the one who's been boasting about a fake relationship I seem to be having. Which by the way thanks for the heads up I didn't know I was in some sort of relationship with another woman! *he lies* seriously. You have a boyfriend. You have your person why are you making this difficult for me. You know if I don't find someone we still get married. We don't want that do we!?"

"No you don't want that but I still do!"

"What why!?"

"Why do you think Chan? Don't worry it's not out of love. Ewww. I don't love you like that."

"For the money?"

"Wow Daddy's boy is smart! Yes dumbass. I want the money. Then get an emolument and go out septet ways"

"You didn't read the contract huh? It says we cannot split up. No matter what. If we are married to to each other till death parts us."

"I don't want that."

"Me neither. So cut the crap and stop messing with my life. Please."

"Okay fine but if you piss me off I will come down on you like s tone of bricks. Got that?"

"Yes sure now please im working."

He hangs up. He looks at his phone 20 messages from Y/N. All photos and videos of her. Captions saying "Daddy's not here to play so I guess I have to myself."

"Daddy's not answering me"

So on and so forth. Chan runs to the toilet and watches the videos of you. Playing with yourself. Screaming his name. The moans. It was all so hot. Too hot infact. It was getting to lunch time and chan had the perfect plan.

He calmly walks out managing to hide his bulging erection. "Hey guys I'm gonna go home and get changed into more appropriate clothes. I'll see you after lunch?"

They nodd. They knew exactly where he was going. And it wasn't home.

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Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Five

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 My relationship with Neymar has been amazing so far. We've managed to keep it a secret from everyone at the team, except for Kylian who already knows about us. Even though he was the one who insisted on us dating, now, he's complaining about us doing couple things in front of him, jokingly of course. I know he's very happy about us. I spoke to him a couple times about his opinion on this relationship, he said that he's never seen Neymar this happy before. This obviously makes me feel good. Neymar is so good to me. All those fears I had about dating him seemed to have disappeared. I trust him completely. He's very understanding and treats me with love and respect. I do the same with him. Although, we've been dating for almost 3 months now and we're constantly spending our nights at one of our places, we haven't moved in together yet. I know Neymar would agree on it right away, but I personally need more time, I like how things are right now. I get a text from Neymar saying he's already at the stadium. Today, they have an important match, so they'll only train for an hour this morning. I get to the stadium and park my car. I head to the field and spot Neymar chatting with Ky. My instincts tell me to just run up to him and kiss him, but I can't do that, not in front of everyone at least. I approach the guys and hug them both. Neymar gives me a smile and winks at me, Kylian rolls his eyes at us. "Hi, meu amor. How are you today?" Neymar asks me. I can tell he's also holding himself to not kiss me. "Hi, Ney. I'm good, bebê. How about you? Ky? How's it going, buddy?" "I'm pretty nervous about today, not going to lie, Y/N." says Kylian. "Yeah, me too. But, I think we'll do great." says Neymar. "Yeah, I think so too. I believe in you guys." I smile at both of them. I excuse myself to the office and let the guys train. Someone knocks on my office door. I have a guess about who it might be. Neymar comes inside, shutting the door behind him. He immediately runs to me, wrapping his hands around my waist and kissing me passionately. "Oh, god. I missed your lips." "I missed yours too, amor." I kiss him back, we make out for like 10 minutes. It was always like this during the first two weeks of us being together. He would come to my office at some point during the day and we would lay on the bed in my office and make out. We agreed on doing this less often, since it might get someone's attention. 'Are you going to leave right now?" I break the kiss to ask him. "Yeah, the coach wants us to have lunch together and talk about the game. What about you, bebê?" "I think I'll head home and take a shower, relax before coming back here for the game." "Okay, meu amor. That's perfect." He walks over to the chair and I sit on his lap and we stay like that for a couple minutes. We still have that thing where we stare into each others eyes. We say a lot to each other just by looking. I fucking adore this about us. We still haven't had any big fights yet and I think it's thanks to our ability to communicate with each other and take each other's feeling into consideration. "I'll never get tired of looking at your eyes. It's fucking beautiful." he says and kisses my nose. The more loved I feel by Neymar, the more scared I get. Even though I trust him with all my heart, he has the ability to take all this comfort away from me if he wants to. This is why I'm scared of getting attached to someone. No matter how much I try to shake this thought from my head, it still stays there and it fucking reminds me about it during Neymar's and my most special times. Sometimes it happens when we're making cookies in the kitchen at night or when we're cuddling and watching a movie or when we're having fun like now. "Y/N, amor? What are you thinking about?" Neymar pulls me out of my thoughts.

"It's nothing, Ney. I just zoomed out for a second." I say to him, not wanting to tell the truth. He pulls my head up by my chin and makes me look at him. "I can tell when you're lying, amor. Is it something I did?" "No, bebê, no. You're amazing to me, It’s just my mind doing tricks.” “What kind of tricks?” “Sometimes, I just feel sacred because of how happy I am with you. I’m scared of it ending.” He seems kind of surprised by my words. It looks like he was expecting anything but this. He cups my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “Why would you think that, bebê? Do you feel like you can’t trust me?” “No,no,no. Don’t get me wrong, Ney. I trust you, it’s just that…it’s me. I’m scared that you’ll get tired of me anytime soon and I will be the one mourning over this.” “Y/N, are are the best thing that ever happened to me. I actually see myself growing old with you, the reason why I don’t say these kind of stuff to you is because I don’t want to scare you, if you’re scared of commitment.” “I actually see myself growing old with you too” I say to him and I smile. His words are all I need.

“I think it’s time for me to go, bebê. I don’t want someone to catch us.” “Yeah, okay, honey. I will see you at the game today.” I say to him, he stands up and kisses me before he makes his way to the door. “I love you, bebê” “I love you too, amor”.

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The game started ten minutes ago. Everyone seems motivated and in good shape. I didn’t have a private moment with Neymar before the game, but I wished him and Kylian good luck before they got on the field. Neymar scored a goal after fifteen minutes. This raised everyone’s morale, making us more confident. At one point, Kylian passes the ball to Ney who sprints towards the goal. This scene played in slow motion in my head. A player from the other team tries to stop Neymar from behind and collides his head and foot with Neymar, causing him to fall on the ground. The referee immediately stopped the game, we all knew It would be a serious injury based on the action itself. I freeze in my place. I can hear Neymar's whimpers and cries for help. All the medical team staff run up to him, I stay in my place. Unable to move.

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The delicate beginning rush

Chapter XI - it’s now or never

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap (10 years), mentions of sex, explicit language, fluff, angst

Plot: working with Baz on the soundtrack of Elvis, then flying out to Canada to film, you miss Austin and the both of you put in the effort to make it work

Word count: 6700

Disclaimer: everything fake

Nervous doesn't cover even a tenth of what I'm feeling right now. My flight was awful, it got delayed and then there were turbulence the entire time, so I couldn't sleep, something, I desperately wanted to do, since I couldn't close an eye the whole night. I'm also a bit nauseous. From what? I can't say, maybe it's all the emotional turmoil I've been in or maybe it's just my period coming to bless me. Either way, I feel every single little bump in the road as Matt drives us to the RCA studio. Singing an Elvis song is a huge responsibility in itself, but singing it for the soundtrack of the new biopic, that hasn't even come out yet, it's bigger than huge, it's ginormous.

All morning since we landed 3 hours ago I've been doing vocal exercises, trying to open my throat and get sounds as smooth as possible. I'm pretty sure poor Matt, who's been the main recipient of my singing exercises, is ready to have me shut up and I don't blame him.

The whether in Memphis is a lot colder than LA, but almost everywhere is colder than LA. The sky is clear and the blue shade of it, reminds me of Austin's eyes, which immediately makes my heart sting, because I miss him. He said he would text and call, and it's been only a couple of hours, he texted me "sweet dreams" last night and a "good morning, my darling" this morning. I replied to both, but our conversations were cut short. Last night after I told Joshua that I ultimately think we're better off as friends and maybe work partners with our upcoming duet, I had to pack and go to sleep so there wasn't much time left for me to talk to Austin. And this morning we are both swamped with work.

Thinking back on my conversation with Joshua, I can't help but feel like I was horrible to him and I'd understand if he never wanted to see me again, my team really wants him to feature of my next song "Past life". I haven't even finished it, but I'm close to it and I know I'll have to make it a single, because the whole debacle with Joshua will bring attention to it. Just like the double release of both of out songs boosted the both of us. My team tells me I'm bound to a spot on the top 10 hot 100 and so is Joshua. It also lingers in my mind that I don't want to upset Austin by being close to Joshua, but he's generally a nice boy and talented and in the end it would all be a PR thing, right? Just like him and Kaia, why should it be any different for me? I won't fake a relationship, I'll just sing a duet song about letting yourself love and be loved.

Pressing my finger into my temple I try not to let the headache creep up on me, but my brain has been on high alert for months now. First the divorce of my parents, then the award season, work and now boys. Ugh...

As the car comes to a stop, I zip up my jacket and put my hood on, there doesn't seem to be any paparazzi, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Inside the studio the heat engulfs me and I find myself struggling to take off my warm puffer jacket. "You nervous, miss? You look like you're about to faint." I look at Matt wide eyed. "Really?" I ask in disbelief, touching my face, pinching it to get the blood flowing through my cheeks. He smiles at me, taking the jacket from my hands and resting a calming hand on my shoulder. "You have no reason to be, I know you'll be amazing."

"Agreed. Good day, miss (Y/n)!" Baz comes in extending a hand out to me. "Hello, it's an honor, I'm happy to be here." Baz shrugs me off. "The honor is mine, thank you for coming so soon." He then turns to Matt to shake hands with him as well, something not many do, only because he usually blends in the back and doesn't really get noticed. "You must be (y/n)'s dad, a pleasure to meet you sir, you have an amazing young lady of a daughter here." My smile drops, he thinks Matt is my dad.

I see how Matt doesn't really know how to react, moving his weight for one leg to the other. "Mathew is my driver and head of security, but I appreciate your kind words." I quickly say.

"A pleasure to meet you mr Luhrmann and yes, she is an amazing young lady, there you're quite right." Matt smiles and then he excuses himself, going back to the car. I hate that there's now awkwardness between me and Baz. "I'm sorry for assuming..." Baz starts to apologize, but there's nothing to be sorry for, so I cut him short. "No please, it's fine, if anything he is sort of like a father to me." I assure and Baz smiles at me, showing me the way around the studio.

"So any more exciting plans?" He makes conversation as we sit down. "Yes, I just booked a movie for Netflix and well I'm making music, I'm really just doing what I love and I'm lucky enough to have people around me who support that." I smile as he listens closely to me. "Well you're incredible and on the right path if you ask me, congratulations again for your achievement, an Oscar is a big thing." I wave him off, blushing.

"It is, but it's still just a piece of metal on a shelf, I have to expect that not everything I will do will be so well received, but I'm trying my hardest to make good art moving forward." I explain to him, my thinking. Getting swept away it's extremely easy, especially when you achieve something like I just did, but in my mind, luck has a big part in everything and when luck gives out, I'll need the work and talent to compensate for it. "You amaze me, I think I've met 40 year olds with Oscars who believe they walk on the sun, just because of that title. That kind of mentality will keep you grounded and will only bring you more proud achievements." He says in his thick Australian accent, the chain bracelets around his wrists clinging as he articulated his words with hand movements. "I have a little something for you, I was talking to Pricilla about the sound track and the specific scene where we want to put your singing is one with Elvis and her." He fumbles around his leather jacket, pulling out a small box. "And I told her I was thinking of you to sing "can't help falling in love", she loved the idea, said she was extremely smitten to meet you at the Gala and she asked that I give you this."

He pushes the black velvet box towards me and I take it with shaking hands. Baz leans forward, placing a hand on his chin and tapping his forefinger against his lips, waiting for me to open the box. I lift the top slowly, to reveal a thin gold cuff bracelet with black diamonds imbedded in it. It looks like one of those very popular Cartier bracelets, but the design is a bit different, the bracelet is not a straight band of gold, but rather a squiggly one. "Oh no this is too much!" I gasp trying to give the box back, but Baz pushes against it. "Priscilla said Elvis had this custom made for her when she turned 20, she said you remind her of her younger self a lot, witty, beautiful, smart, hardworking and kind. Pick it up, read the inside." I feel tears of joy prick my eyes and with a bit of struggle I lift the bracelet up from the box to look on the inside of it. There engraved in the gold, in cursive letters it reads: Tender Loving Care ~ for my Cilla from your E.

The overwhelming feeling of happiness takes over me and tears start flowing down my face. Baz takes the bracelet from my grasp and taking my right wrist in his hand he slides the bracelet on. It fits like a glove, sitting beautifully against my skin, providing a comforting weight around my wrist. "She had work to attend and she couldn't be here today, but she hopes that you might want to join her for dinner tomorrow night." Baz adds, offering me a tissue.

I mumble a quick thank you and dry my face, hoping I don't look too bad. "This means a lot," I suck in a breath. "I'd love nothing more than to have dinner with her. Are you sure she wants me to keep this? It looks very expensive and it's hers-" Baz takes my hands in his, smoothing the skin over my knuckles. "I'm sure, now what do you say I introduce you to our producer and we get to work?" I giggle and nod, following him inside the recording room, where he starts introducing me to everyone.

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Hours later I'm on my way back to my hotel, where I plan to just sit in bed and sleep the rest of the day. The recording process went smoothly, I have to go back tomorrow morning to do a couple more takes and finish the background vocals, then we should be set. Baz let me watch the scene for which I'm recording the cover of the song. It's Austin and his costar Olivia, he's dressed in a military uniform, which has no business being that sexy. The two of them talk for a bit and they end up kissing. The scene looked amazing and it told me that the rest of the movie will probably be a success as well, but I couldn't help the little sting in my heart when Austin's lips locked with Olivia's. I tried to play it cool and I hope I did, I'm not sure how much Baz knows about me and Austin, but he never brought him up so neither did I.

"Thank you so much Matt, I'll just be in my room for the rest of the day." I tell him, walking out of the elevator and heading for my room. "Have a good night miss!" I wave at him, unlocking my door and walking into the warm hotel room.

After a quick shower I put on my comfy pajamas, plopping down on the fluffy bed. I stare at my wrist, where the bracelet from Priscilla sits nicely. The black diamonds on it shine in the light. It's unbelievable she wanted me to have such an expensive and important piece of her life. And to think that she sees me as a younger version of herself flatters me beyond description.

As I turn around in bed, I pick up my phone, opening the text messages with Austin.

Me:

Just got to my hotel, I'm done for the day. How about you? 💜🧶

Austin B🕺:

I've got another hour or so, before I can head home. Did you have a good day?

Me:

Yeah I really did! You?

Austin B🕺:

Ugh almost, you know it's getting pretty boring answering all these questions.

Me:

Sorry, ik how that is.

Austin B🕺:

Can I call you when I get home?

Me:

Ofc, I'm free until tomorrow.

Austin B🕺:

Are you gonna tell me what this 'work thing' is? I'm just curious

Me:

Told ya it's a surprise, you're gonna have to wait.

Austin B🕺:

Ok... talk soon 💜🧶

Me:

💜🧶.

I relax into my pillows and stare at the ceiling, unable to stop the huge smile on my face. Slowly I feel sleep creeping up on me and my heavy eyelids give up, falling closed. I'll only doze off for a second, I don't want to miss Austin's call. But it seems that I'm so tired, that I can't actually hold onto my plan and I fall asleep.

After what seems like only minutes, I'm woken up by my phone. I try to rub the sleep away from my eyes, letting out a big yawn. "Baby, I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" Austin asks worried that he interrupted my rest.

" 's fine" I mumble still sleepy. "I was just, resting my eyes." He chuckles, shaking his head. "The ceiling of your room looks nice" Austin quirks, letting me know my still awaking muscles don't seem to have the strength to hold up my phone. I straighten the phone so now the camera captures me, with my hair going in a thousand different directions and my eyes barely open. "There's my beautiful baby, did you have a busy day?" I shake my head and hide my face in the pillows, acting like a small child not wanting to wake up.

"I want to see your eyes (y/n), let me!" Slowly I turn my face to reveal to him, my hazy eyes. A smile takes over his face immediately and I can't help but mirror it. "Are you gonna tell me where you are? It can't be far, since we seem to be on close time zones still." Biting my lip, I place my finger against my lips, not budging into giving any indication about where I am or what I'm doing. He sighs, scratching his head. "Am I gonna have to wait long for this surprise?" Austin tries, but I answer with a simple shrug of my shoulders, which makes him laugh.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now." The breath gets caught in my chest and I can see myself blushing, on the phone screen. "I want that too, maybe come to New York before I have to leave for Canada?" I suggest, but his face says it all. He can't come. I try to push aside the pain in my heart, holding onto hope that maybe I'm reading him wrong.

"I can't baby, I've got a lot of promotion to do and -" he licks his lips, pausing mid sentence, like he's trying to come up with the best way to say what's coming next. "Me and Kaia have to, um" the sound of her name, stabs me in the chest, it shouldn't, but it does, because he's not mine, he's not hers either, but she at least gets to have him more than I do. "We have to do a lot more press, outings and PDA stuff, I promise it doesn't mean anything, I have no control over it and neither does she." His excuse sounds hollow and it doesn't rest my soul in the slightest. There's this voice in the back of my head saying, I've only heard his side of the story, but never hers. He could be lying.

The lump that lodges itself in my throat, makes it difficult for me to breathe, but I try not to show that. "(Y/n)?" Concern drips off of Austin's tongue, he must know that what he just said hurt me. I clear my voice and try to make it sound as steady as I can. "That's fine" lie "it's all just pretend anyway." Lie, lie, lie... I feel like he's lying, like I'm lying, I feel like I'm being gaslit and taken advantage of.

"It's not, I can see on your face it's not, it's ok to be upset, I wouldn't want to be in your position and I swear I wish it could've been you in Kaia's place." That's when it hits me, two can play this game. Me and Joshua still have a duet to release and even though we are friends now, the song is a love song. "Well it's fine, I mean, me and Joshua will probably have to do some promotion for our song anyway, too, so I get it." Lie, why do I keep lying to him?

Austin's lips stretch into a think line. For the first time since we've met, there's awkward silence between us and I hate it. My ears start ringing and if I wasn't sat in bed, I'd probably be fainting. "I'm sorry!" Austin says. Why is he apologizing? I'm confused. "(Y/n) you don't need to feel like you're competing with Kaia, would you feel better if you talked to her?" Blinking a few times, to refocus my vision, I seriously start to wonder if Austin can read my mind. "Would that be embarrassing for me? I- I believe you Austin, but..."

"But you need to be wary of your heart, my daring, I know. It wouldn't be embarrassing, I talked to Alex, the dude she's seeing, I don't see why she won't do the same for me." Austin explains, fidgeting with the rings around his long fingers. I chew the inside of my cheek, debating over if I should take him on his offer or not. The part of my brain that's infatuated with him tells me not to, but the smarter part of my brain pushes me to do it. "I guess I'd feel a bit better, if it's ok with you."

The smile returns to Austin's face, as he bites his bottom lip. "Ok baby, I'll tell her about it." Then he breaks into laughter and even though I can't help but smile, my stomach twists thinking he's laughing at me. "I'm laughing because, remember when we went out for coffee?" I nod waiting for him to go on, no idea where this is going. "Well Kaia wasn't the one who wanted to meet up, I lied." He scrunches up his nose, rubbing it with the back of his hand. "I, um I asked her if I could say that she was the one who wanted to meet you for coffee, but it was actually me, all along." I'm stunned. Him wanting me is such a strange thing, but it's real, very real. "Really?" I ask

Austin nods, rubbing his lips together, before wetting them with his tongue. "I guess after that night at the Met, I just want to know you better, but I didn't want to google it or anything, I wanted to meet you from you." My heart is doing laps in my chest and it's getting hard to breathe. I see myself blushing on the screen and I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed by how easily Austin gets my heart pounding. "And then dinner at your place, well Kaia was supposed to come, but she really did have to fly out. I almost ditched, but I guess I told myself: it's now or never."

"Be mine forever..." I sing, giggling, which makes him smile brighter than ever before. "Well that one is a great song, I do have to say." Austin points out. "Aren't they all?" I quirk a brow at him, biting back my smile. "They are, they are!" He admits. I feel another yawn coming through and I try to stop it, but failing.

"Rest the phone on the pillow and close your eyes, I'll sing you to sleep." He says in a low raspy voice. I open my mouth ready to tell him I'm not that tired, but another yawn comes out and Austin giggles. I place the phone on the pillow next to my head, so he can se me laying on my side in bed. "You're beautiful, so beautiful!" He says and I take in a deep breath, blinking fast. "Now close your eyes!" Austin tells me and I comply, but knowing he's there watching me, makes keeping my eyes closed, feel like torture.

"Try to think that love's not around, Still, it's uncomfortably near" he sings softly, tickling my senses. I recognize the song immediately. "You remembered?" I gasp opening my eyes to look at him, finding him with his lips stretched in a big smile over his pearly white teeth. "Of course I did, my brain is a sponge for everything you say, now eyes closed baby, you need to sleep." I giggle and snuggle my face back in the pillow enjoying the soft fabric of it. Austin clears his throat and continues singing 'Angels eyes', the song I told him was my favorite out of Frank Sinatra's discography. My heart twists in my chest with this warm feeling I've been having only around him, a feeling I can't yet describe. "My old heart ain't gainin' any ground. Because my angel eyes ain't here" funny enough the lyrics kinda work for our situation as we are apart right now.

As he keeps on singing, I feel sleep take over me slowly and I try to fight it, wanting to enjoy his voice some more, but I'm so tired I don't even make it through the whole song before I fall into a deep slumber.

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"Falling in love with you..." I finish my last take for the song, taking off my headphones and going over to the producer to listen back to my vocals. "This sounds beautiful, so beautiful!" Baz says, clapping for me. "Thank you, oh my, I really hope I did good." I say placing a hand on my chest, smiling brightly.

"Oh you did, definitely, it sounds so magical the way you sing it...in fact I was thinking, why don't you join us at the Cannes Film Festival in June? You could perform at the premiere after the screening, I think it would be magical." Baz articulated his words with big hand gestures, as I try to wrap my head around everything he's saying. He wants me to perform at the premiere of Elvis? At Cannes?

He must of read the fear written all over my face, since his smile glitches for a second. "Sir, it's an honor. Really. But are you sure you want me to perform? I mean by that time I would've barely dipped my toe in the music industry..."

"Let me just stop you there, you realize who you're talking about right?" My brows draw together in confusion. "You are talking about a very talented young woman, who has an incredible voice, whose songs are charting and whose movies are adored and awarded. So yes honey, I'm sure." Trying to hide my blush, I look away, but I can't actually contain my smile. By now I'm used to people saying things like that to me, but it's still very hard to swallow. I can't deny most of that, but my forever present lack of confidence and overthinking issues put a dent in my joy. "Well if you think it's what you want, then I'll do it." I agree and Baz is quick to hug me tightly. I pat his back, struggling to breathe in his tight hold. "Easy there, I need these lungs to sing." I laugh and he lets go of me, looking at me with a huge smile. I can't really describe it, but everything about Baz just screams father figure and for some reason in the short time I've spend with him, I've grown quite fond of his words and affection. "Well get ready to fly miss (y/n)!" Baz adds snapping her fingers with excitement.

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After I had dinner with Priscilla, I was back on a plane to New York, where I only got to stay for 5 days before packing my cats and bags to move to Canada for 3 to 4 months. It's actually quite nice here, a bit colder then I'd expected, but still lovely. The sights are wonderful, even with summer approaching there's plenty of snow so it feels like a prolonged winter, which in my opinion is always welcomed.

Filming has been going smoothly, Kyle and I have been having lots of fun with it and the more we work the more I get confident that this movie will be great. The love story between the two characters is epic and the development of it is so well built. It's truly unfortunate that they got their story cut short, but at least my character Tessa seems like she might be headed for a good ending.

In my free time I've been busy FaceTiming Jack and Finneas, recording takes in the makeshift studio we had built in the small apartment. Also I've been texting back and forth with Taylor, working with her on her new album, I don't plan to be a featured artist on it, just a co-writer on some of the tracks as well as the usual background vocals.

Now in all this work load one might wonder where do I fit 'a more than friends' situation. Well it barely fits, me and Austin try to make it work. We text everyday and call regularly, we tell each other about our day and future plans and work, so far I've played him most of my upcoming album, but I'm still keeping secret me being part of the Elvis Soundtrack or the fact that I'll be at Cannes with him. While he'll be there with his girlfriend, a girlfriend that's not me. Sure I've spoken to Kaia, I even met Alex, her real boyfriend, over FaceTime, but it still hurts to see the guy you like be packaged and sold with someone else.

Still even with all this talking and texting the distance is hard, I miss him, the scent of him, his warm touch. It's been a very long month. I miss it all and now as I push my way through the door of my small rental apartment a sigh leaves my lips. The place looks nice and it's cozy, but besides me and my two cats it's empty. Not as empty as the huge penthouse in New York, but close and I guess that answers my question about selling the penthouse and moving to a smaller apartment. Turns out just making the cage smaller, doesn't really make the inside feel fuller.

Today the apartment looks a bit different though, almost like something is missing? My cats! "William? Simba? Here kitty kitty!" I call them, but they don't come out of their hiding which makes anxiety bubble inside me. I take my jacket and shoes off in a hurry and make my way through the small hallway into the living room. I decide the kitchen might be a good place to search for my little trouble makers. The place is dead quiet and my cats are missing.

Suddenly the creaking floor behind me, scares the life out of me. Turning around I cover my mouth to stifle a scream. And there in front of my eyes with a grin on his face is...

"Austin!" I squeal and run over to him, jumping in his arms, latching myself onto him like a little monkey, locking my ankles behind his back. I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "Missed me, my darling?" I kiss his neck along his pulse line, all the way up to the corner of his mouth, letting my teeth graze his skin ever so slightly. "Yes I did." I say, brushing my lips over his, tasting his breath on my tongue. The corners of his mouth turn upward and one of his big hands leaves my back, to rest on my cheek, pulling me all the way into his mouth. We both sigh into the kiss, after weeks of being apart, touching him feels surreal and it's like life is coming back to me. Being far from him was horrible, I felt his absence in every pore. But now he's here. Austin is here.

He moves his lips against mine, slow and gentle, the tip of his tongue tickling my bottom lip, teasing. With a short gasp I let him in and he takes dominance into the kiss, sucking the breath out of me. "How did you?" I say out of breath resting my forehead against his, brushing my fingers through his hair, to make sure he's real and not just a product of my imagination. "Matt helped me a bit, he gave me the key." He shrugs his shoulders like it's nothing. My smile is so big and I can't help the way my heart beast against my chest. Austin's hand that's cupping my cheek, slides along my neck and finds a resting spot on my chest above my heart. "It's like a humming bird, for fucks sake, I've missed you!" He admits bumping our noses together, kissing the tip of my nose. "My pretty baby." Austin whispers with his lips against my cheek.

My eyes flutter close and I feel lightheaded, the way he calls me his, has my brain turning to jello. "I missed you too" I admit, squeezing him tighter. He slowly starts to move around the place, setting me on the kitchen counter. "I have a few free days and I wanted to surprise you." Grabbing a handful of his sweater I pull him closer, there's heat coming off of him and I enjoy it, having missed it for weeks now. "Baby? Are you upset?" Austin asks pulling back to look at me. Confused I shake my head and he comes down to kiss my cheek right under my eye. His flaming lips touch my still cold skin and his tongue teases my flesh. "Why are you crying then?" He whispers.

"Oh, oh, I'm, no -" I turn around and reach for the tissue roll, grabbing one and quickly dabbling my face. "It's because I just came out of the cold. My eyes water." I set the crumbled up tissue aside and thread my hands through his long blond hair, pulling at the roots. "Hm" he hums, tilting his head back. I smile and kiss his pulse line. "Have you eaten?" Austin asks, holding my waist, squeezing my sides. "No, I was going to...where are William and Simba?" I question remembering what had me stressed in the beginning.

Chuckling lightly Austin moves away from between my legs, leaving my arms to fall limp. He walks over to the door of my bedroom and opens it, the two cats coming running out of the room. "I asked them nicely to let me have my moment." He smirks.

I jump down form the counter, picking up Simba, as he goes to pick up William, who seems to have taken a special liking towards Austin. "I bought treats for them on the way here, but you'll need to approve them, cause I've never had cats before." Austin speaks, scratching William's stomach. Something about the way he acts around my cats makes me feel some type of way. "I never asked, why William? I mean Simba I get, the lion king, right? But this little guy?" William purrs in Austin's arms, snuggling close to his chest. "My favorite book series when I was 16 had a character named William."

"So no link to the royals?" He laughs and I simply shake my head, placing a kiss on top of Simba's head. "Ok then." He puts William down on the nearby couch, clapping his hands. "Sit right here and I'll make you dinner, how does some chicken cooked in the oven with white wine and rosemary potatoes sound?" I sit on the couch and twist around to face him. "Sounds like something very, very tasty." I unbutton my knitted cardigan as I'm starting to feel the warmth inside the apartment. Austin watches me take off my cardigan, then like snapping himself out of a haze, he blinks fast, turning on his heels to go start working on dinner.

Closing my eyes for just a moment, I hold Simba close to my chest and William comes to curl next to my head, purring. "So I've been thinking maybe tomorrow you could get a free day and we could spend it together? Go on a walk on the beach, watch a movie." Austin proposes and I take my phone out, already texting the director about getting a free day.

"We could, I'll see if I can get the day off, we're on time with filming so there's a big chance I will get it." Getting up, I stretch my arms and legs, going to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. A fluffy cream loungewear set is my choice and I braid my hair out of my face. After the few minutes it takes me to get unready, when I come back in the kitchen, Austin is putting the food in the oven for it to cook.

I come behind him and hug his waist, pushing my face into his back, inhaling his woodsy scent. His hands come to hold my, rubbing up my arms. "The interview with Variety is coming out tomorrow, are you excited?" Austin asks me, spinning around in my arms to face me. He leans against the kitchen counter, looking down at me with his bright blue eyes. "I guess I am, yeah, it's a beautiful peace and what about you, a new Elvis trailer is coming soon, are you excited?" I wiggle my brows at him, making him laugh with his head thrown back. "I am, now about those treats I brought." He goes out of my arms, over to his bag which was hidden behind the couch. He digs through it and pulls out a bag of cat treats, coming over to hand it to me. "Salmon, their favorite" smiling I shake the bag and both of my cats, quickly jump off the couch. Austin opens the bag and crouches down holding a few treats in each of his palms, so the little fluff balls can enjoy them. My heart feels so light in my chest, watching him be here, for me, doing these small acts of affection.

I sit down on the floor next to him and hug his neck, peppering kisses all over his face. Austin giggles like a child and turning quickly around he tackles me to the ground, with him on top of me, tickling me sides. While his skilled fingers, tickle my stomach, his wet full lips kiss my neck tenderly. "Austin.." I laugh trying to push him off of me, but not really putting any effort into it, since I don't want him to actually get up. "I'm making Dandelions a single." I say between fits of laughter, which stops Austin in his tracks and he comes up to catch my lips in a sweet kiss. "I love that song so much." He mumbles against my lips.

We move in sink, our lips soft and wet, brushing against one another. My heart keeps doing laps in my chest and heat rises within me. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull Austin closer. His tongue touches my bottom lip and I give him full permission to explore. My brain is blank, all I know and care about is him on me. I don't even care about the hard wood floor hurting my back. I walk my hands over to his back, dragging my nails down it. "Mmh baby." Austin groans and a little whimper escapes me.

His hands grab my hips, holding me flush to the floor. "We need to stop baby." He kisses down my neck, sucking the skin above my collarbone, dragging his tongue over the flesh. "I don't want to." I whine, bringing his face back up, kissing him forcefully, squeezing my legs around his waist, bringing his crotch close to mine. Austin moans, thrusting his hips against mine. "Aus..." I sigh with my head thrown back and my eyes screwed shut.

I'm in a bliss, my senses completely diluted by the powerful feeling of him on top of me. But he pulls back swiftly, bracing himself on his arms above me. My head lifts off the floor, trying to reach his lips, but he holds his ground, pulling even further back. "Baby, no, I don't want you doing something just because you feel pressured or anything." He speaks in a low voice, brushing some of the strands of hair that came out of my braid. His calloused fingers magic against my soft skin.

Embarrassed I turn my head away from him, suddenly feeling so out of place. "No, (y/n), honey it's normal to want to do stuff, but..." I don't want him to finish talking so I push against his chest wanting to get up from the floor, away from him. Every cell in me feels so stupid for acting so so, I don't even know. Austin let's me get up, but he's quick to join me onto the couch and pull me into his chest, kissing the top of my head. "I'd do anything for you, (y/n), I swear, but I'm not sure you want to have sex now." I hide my face in my hands, but he takes my wrist and move my hands away, so he can look me in the eyes.

"How does it feel? I mean I'm sure you've done it, I'm just curious." I feel my cheeks on fire, but I have to ask, I've been curious for a while now and I didn't really have anyone to ask. Austin smiles at me, but not in a way that makes me feel dumb, but rather in a way that makes me feel safe. "I don't know how to describe it and I don't know how it feels for girls, but for me, it just feels good, you feel warm all over and your heart pounds in your chest and then it feels like there's this elastic band that keeps on stretching and stretching until it finally snaps and it's the most euphoric feeling." He twirls around a strand of my hair, kissing my forehead. "I'll show you, when you feel ready." He promises.

"What if I'm ready now?" I ask looking at him with puppy eyes. "It's your choice (y/n)" looking down at my lap, I try to think, really think if I'm ready for sex, sex with Austin. I don't know really, I want to see what it feels like and I trust him to be loving and caring about it, but I have yet to fully label us as a couple, so it would just feel like jumping over a few steps. "I was just curious, I think" I shrug my shoulders.

"And I'm happy you felt comfortable with telling me that..." he stops mid sentence, pursing his lips, "have you ever, done anything? Alone or with anyone?" He asks and I look around a bit confused, but I understand what he means. "N-no, I um, I've read some about it, I've seen movies and I think I've felt, aroused?" I'm unsure of what I'm saying is right and there's a part of me that fears I'm laughable, but Austin is serious, listening closely. "Okay, have you touched yourself?" He ask, caressing my back. I simply shake my head.

Austin licks his lips, his eyes, never leaving mine. "Well I think you should try that first, maybe, find what you like on your own."

"How do I do it?" I ask, I'm not stupid I know a bit about self pleasure, but I've never done it. His lips come close to the shell of my ear, as he speaks in a raspy tone, causing shivers to crawl down my spine. "I can show you, if you want me to." I open my mouth ready to speak, but instead of words, a ding sound comes out, the timer for the food finished, so Austin sighs getting up to take the food out. I'm left on the couch, flushed watching him move around the kitchen. He turns around holding the tray of food smiling brightly at me, so I giggle getting up and joining him at the table, ready to enjoy his cooking.

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XXV. Babylon

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Written chapter under the line (last flashback)

Word count: 1,2k

Warnings: FLASHBACK CHAPTER. Angst. Mentions of overthinking. Mentions of cheating. The usual curses. Hoon getting mad. Mentions of blackmailing. Hoon being kinda mean.

Taglist: @donghoonie-3 @venusssmoon @moonlighthoon @hooniessslvrss @silkenthusiasts @tobiosbbyghorl (if you want to be added, send an ask<3 Make sure that your age is visible on your profile)

A month has passed since you found out that your personal bully was Sunghoon's ex coach. You'd be lying if you said that the constant messages didn't make you overthink sometimes.

You trusted Sunghoon, you truly did, but everything changed when he stopped taking you to his practices. The boy didn't want you to run into Miss Kim, he knew that she was too obsessed and he didn't want her to hurt you.

In his mind, he was protecting you, but in reality, he was only making you overthink since he was starting to lie to you about his days. Tired of your boyfriend's lies, you decided to visit him at the ice rink.

The figure skater danced smoothly all around the ice rink, doing some tricks and jumping gracefully as he followed his choreography. There was a big competition coming and he needed to train as much as he could.

He finished his act, hearing loud claps from one of the sides of the rink as he panted. An annoyed expression appeared on his face as he noticed that the person that clapped was actually Miss Kim.

The girl ran to the entrance of the rink as she saw him getting out and sitting on a bench to take his skates off. “That was amazing, Hoonie!” she exclaimed, earning a side eye from him. The boy got up from his seat, making his way towards the bathroom before she ran and stopped right in front of him. “Are you still mad at me?” she poured.

Sunghoon scoffed as he rolled his eyes, he tried to continue his path but the girl interrupted him again. “Get the fuck out of my way,” he mumbled, his voice was colder than the ice itself.

“Why are you so mad at me? I didn't do anything to you,” she was interrupted by a sarcastic laugh, watching the boy shaking his head.

“You literally tried to sabotage my relationship and harassed my girlfriend,” he said, stepping aside as he tried to keep walking but the girl grabbed his arm, catching him by surprise.

“That bitch doesn't deserve you, she doesn't love you like I do, Hoonie,” she whined as her eyes got teary. He pulled his arm away from her.

“That's it. You're fucking fired.” He deadpanned, walking away from the girl.

“Are you seriously choosing a whore over me? She's a gold digger, she wants you for your money, she doesn't love you. She's a pathetic bitch.” Sunghoon felt his blood boiling as he heard the girl insulting his baby. He might call her a whore and degrade her in bed but YN was his sweet baby and he wouldn't let anyone talk about her like that.

“Apologize,” he turned around, eyes filled with hate as he stared at Miss Kim. She could say whatever she wanted about him, she could falsely accuse him of cheating, she could say whatever she wanted about him but he wasn't letting her insult his favourite person in the world.

“Why should I? She's nothing but a pathetic bitch, you're better off without her, Hoonie” she took a step closer to him. “You deserve someone that truly loves you and appreciates you.” The boy clenched his jaw, getting angrier with every word that came out from her mouth.

“Shut up,” he exclaimed, frowning as he quickly walked towards her until he was right in front of her, “Shut the fuck up. You can't talk about my girlfriend like that. You don't fucking know her.”

“I do know her type, she's a gold digger Sunghoon, she doesn't love you.” she insisted, watching the boy's face getting red due to his anger.

“And you're a disgusting piece of shit,” he deadpanned, “you're so obsessed with me that you can't accept the fact that I'll never date you, you blackmailed me a thousand times and I kept it to myself because I didn't want my sister to suffer since you said that you'd crush her dreams.”

The girl shook her head, “but Hoonie, you did that because you love me." Sunghoon leaned closer to her face.

“I never loved you, I never even liked you. I was a kid when I kissed you and that was a fucking mistake,” he said, staring into her teary eyes. “So fuck off and leave me and my family alone.”

Sunghoon felt good as he let everything out, seeing the girl in front of him at the verge of tears, something that she earnt. What he didn't notice was that his girlfriend was now inside the building, staring at his back before Miss Kim made eye contact with her. The girl saw her opportunity, so she grabbed Sunghoon's cheeks and kissed him quickly.

The boy was dumbfounded and disgusted. He quickly placed his hands on her shoulders as he pulled away but before he could say anything, he heard a sob.

Sunghoon felt the cold down his spine as he turned around, seeing the love of his life heartbroken. He saw the tears running down your cheeks before you shook your head and turned around, running away from the situation.

“Fuck you, look what you fucking did, I hate you!” he yelled at Miss Kim before he ran after you. “YN,” he screamed, following your steps until he reached you, grabbing your arm and making you stop, “Baby, please.” You shook your head.

“How could you?” your voice was breaking, just like your heart, “Sunghoon, why?” You cried harder, you felt sad but also angry. Sunghoon stared at you, not knowing what to say as he saw the sadness and disappointment in your eyes.

“Sunghoon, you just fucking cheated on me, won't you say anything?” you angrily asked as you felt your heart pounding in your chest and a deep void in your stomach. You felt like throwing up, you felt your heart breaking into a million pieces as he just stared at you. “She was right after all…” you whispered, trying to wipe your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“What?” he asked, his sadness getting mixed with his anger, “did you just say that she was right?” Sunghoon knew how you felt but he felt even more hurt now that you said it as if you were waiting for it to happen.

“So that's all you have?” you pulled your hand away from his grasp, “You fucking kissed her and that's all you have to say?”

“You just fucking admitted that you thought I was capable of that,” he let his anger take control over him, “my own girlfriend didn't fucking trust me? Well, now I fucking wish I cheated on you.”

His words felt like a thousand bullets going straight to your heart. You gulped, trying to assimilate his words as the boy realized what he just said, instantly regretting it whilst shaking his head.

“No- I- Yn I didn't-” he tried to apologize as he started to cry again, “I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry,” he tried to hold your hand but you pulled it away before he could even graze it.

“We're done,” you whispered, turning around and walking away from him, tears running down your face as you heard him calling your name and walking behind you until you ran away, leaving him alone with his broken heart.

#//heavenly// #enhypen sunghoon smau #park sunghoon smau #sunghoon smau #sunghoon au #park sunghoon au #enhypen sunghoon au #sunghoon angst #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen sunghoon x reader

[raffaelamusiker]

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What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

‘Not yet’ whispers through the trees and B’Elanna shudders. And I couldn't even tell you why but it's my most favourite <3 From Existing In Your Orbit

What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Oooh boy. Honestly Rios staying in 2024.

Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I recently recieved amazing long comments on my Jemily series and I think they might be my most favourite. Also Jaz's comment on Mercy and the ones where people ask me for more smut because they're so funny.

What is your wildest headcanon?

I wrote a crack fic the other day where Seven drank a Big Gulp without taking a breath so I guess that one.

What’s your ideal writing setup?

Somewhere cosy and no noise.

Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Depends. For multi-chapter I usually try and have an outline or basis. usually just go with the flow and what kind of fic it is.

Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

“What, and I’m not important enough for you to want to stay?” Raffi shoots back, picking at her nails. 

The hand that’s gripping the page of the book in her lap moves quick enough that it rips it before she snaps the book shut loudly. A pang of regret fills her chest at the fact that this is one of Raffi’s books but her frustration takes over everything else. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Raffi.” Seven stands to walk away. “When have I ever said you aren’t important? If I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t come.” 

“You’ve never said I am important!” 

Gasp angst who'd have thought.

Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Only if I'm trying to read a specific fic i've read before. I usually just scroll through all the fics til I find one I want to read again.

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Random. Gotta keep you all on your toes you know.

What helps you focus when you write?

Really wish I knew haha.

What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

This is a hard toss up but it's got to be either Before the Sunrise, Raffaela or Nostalgia

Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

Both. Writing is cathartic and helps me get out my messy thoughts but also I love sharing things with others.

Why did you start writing fanfic?

To get all these ideas out of my head and to help me mentally.

Which character is your favorite to write?

Hmm...I wonder...

Raffi, of course though Emily will always be my baby too.

Which character is the toughest to write?

Sometimes I find Seven tough from a 3rd person pov, but honestly men are just hard to write lmao

Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

Well I've listed my CM and Picard faves already but my Voyager fave is probably A Collective of Four

How often do you read your own fics?

So often lmao.

Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

Well me and bestie want to write our AU's into books. Princess and Knight AU and Pirate AU. All wlw of course.

If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

All the Saffi fics should be real. Just saying. (Well not all of them...)

What inspires you and your writing?

Stupid dumb characters in my head /affectionate, and talking to others.

Do you research for your fics?

Usually if its needed. And it's usually for small little things.

What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

Probably in the middle. But I'll read near enough anything tbh.

Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

I usually focus on one character within a relationship with the relationship surrounding it.

Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

It depends on the vibe tbh. Sometimes it flows a lot easier than others. I do have to write from a giving position usually though otherwise its hard af lmao.

Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Angst. I never feel like I get fluff right honestly.

What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

Happy endings even if everythings gone to shit before. Except Before the Sunrise but that's an outlier. Sometimes I'll do ambiguous or bad but I tend to need the happy endings to make me feel better haha.

How many WIPs do you currently have?

Oh no...I don't even want to count. Ones that are written that don't include multichapters? Maybe 5? MC's and just ideas included thats probably in the teens honestly.

Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

Bestie Blaine is always the best beta and makes my stuff make sense <3

Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

If I had to choose one fic, it would have to be Foundations. Authors, alreadyaccepted, smol_yellowbumblebee, ericine, daxs10thhost, bimichaelburnham, sleeplessrivers, dolcewrites, fenrisranger, thequeerengineer, sgtmac, falltonadir...okay just everyone in the Saffi/Picard tag okay <3

What led to your interest in the fandom?

My partner got me watching the first season of Picard and there were gays so, the rest is history I guess.

Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

I am quite open about it haha.

What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Reading other people's fics and interacting with them is the best way to enchance your own writing.

Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

I love writing long fics but lately that's been an impossible struggle and I've felt kinda like a failure. Last year I wrote something like 70 fics because I did a lot of drabbles. This year I want to focus on longer fics and I have quite a few ideas stored up.

Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

It depends. Sometimes i can look at a chapter and I'll guess how long it is (and then it'll be longer) but I usually go with the flow.

Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

As someone who just got out of burnout, its to try something new. I started With Love, A which is a totally different format from what I've done before and it's really brought me out of the slump. Also talking through things with other people is always great.

Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

I would like to make my own canon someday haha.

Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Hurt/comfort is my beloved.

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Polycule cuddle pile. Which one? I have too many to choose from.

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[willinglyghoulified]

Excerpt from Book 1, Chapter 21: Suspense

(I rather enjoyed this new addition to the fanfic. I enjoy solidifying relationships between characters during the editing process.)

I stood on one of the lookout posts by the bridge with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. These days, I felt as if I had a permanent scowl plastered onto my face. I hadn't felt like myself in months. My attempt to look out at the calm, gray sky while listening to the river beneath the bridge was in vain.

It was in vain because I knew the Relay wasn't going to be done today. Just like it wasn't done yesterday. Or last week. Or the week before that. I wouldn't be happy until I could bring my boy home.

I heard footsteps approaching me on the rough asphalt. I didn't bother looking; I knew who it was.

Hancock met me on the lookout post and cautiously laid a hand on my shoulder.

"I know what you're going to say," I interrupted. "Go. Your town needs you."

He exhaled sharply. "I want to make it clear; I'm not abandoning you or this big quest we started. You let me know when this thing's built, and I'll high-tail it back to Sanctuary in a heartbeat, ya hear?"

Hancock had practically been living on my couch for two weeks. All the while, Preston continued to give him the side-eye. The only people Hancock seemed to get along with was Mama Murphy and Sturges.

I knew he was wasting his time sitting around Sanctuary. I knew he was needed elsewhere.

But this gut-wrenching feeling that I couldn't shake told me that I didn't want him to leave. It was too much to think about. Despite all the constant, jumbled thoughts and emotions, Hancock kept me grounded.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him. It was far too close to affection, something I was too afraid to give him. Half of me was afraid I wouldn't receive it back, and the other half of me was terrified I'd receive it only for it to be taken away.

"I'm just worried about how long this is going to take," I half-lied, but there were tears in my eyes, and I didn't want to look at him. Maybe I would have been able to hide them, too, if my voice hadn't cracked.

His grip tightened on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'd stay if I could." I could hear the frown in his voice.

"It's fine."

"It doesn't seem like it's fine. Talk to me." He slowly turned me to face him and gave me a small smile. "I ain't much good at consolin' folks, but I'm a good listener."

I had to choose my words carefully. Everything in me was screaming to be honest with him, but I was so afraid of rejection or driving him off for good.

"I... I'm going to miss you. You've been, well, amazing company. And I..." God how I wished I could just have stopped my own tears. I felt embarrassed and frustrated, and I stopped communicating then.

To my surprise, Hancock simply pulled me into a tight hug. Without a word, without asking me to explain further. That's when I caved.

"I'm just so goddamn sad all the time, and you make me laugh. Around you, it's like I finally found land after drowning at sea."

"I feel the same way with you," he whispered against my hair.

Butterflies ran rampant in my stomach. I wadded up fistfuls of the blanket in my hands and shut my eyes tightly while a million thoughts rambled on through my head.

This is stupid, this is stupid. Why do you have to make things a big deal? Why can't you just keep shit to yourself? Now you've gone and caught feelings, you idiot. You don't have time for this. This is not what's important. What if this gets taken from you, too?

"Hey," he said, lifting my chin up so our eyes could meet. "We really need to talk about this when we... get our thoughts together. Whatever 'this' is. It's important that we do."

"Okay."

He kept opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again, all the while fighting off a goofy grin that I'd never seen before. "... I gotta go, but... you should find something to keep yourself busy. You look like you need some time away from all this."

"You think?" I wiped my eyes.

"Gwen, if the bags under your eyes were any bigger, I'd mistake them for change purses."

I chuckled. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"And don't worry. Sturges seems to know what he's doin'. As soon as the Relay is done, you come tell me. I think we'll both have had plenty of time to think by then, yeah?"

I nodded. "Be safe getting back to Goodneighbor."

He tipped his hat to me after walking down the lookout's steps. "You too, Sunshine."

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #hancock #john hancock #ghoul #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #relationships #emotions #my oc #sole survivor #gwenora rose

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie (Chapter 3)

Summary: This is Part Four of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Part One was Oopsie Baby which you can read here.

Part Two was Promises Kept which you can read here.

Part Three was Stop Adopting My Friends which you can read here.

Part Four is all about the return of Mouse and Bex bringing him into the family/friend group. This also touches on the episode when there was a hit out on Jay.

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Jay Halstead/Erin Lindsay

Warnings: Implied and referenced drug use/addiction, PTSD, minor violence, assassination attempt

A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. Please enjoy my mostly fluffy with a bit of angst story. :D

Click here for Chapter One.

Click here for Chapter Two.

Chapter Three

Bex hadn’t been this scared for Jay since he was in Afghanistan.

Uniformed officers showed up at her door and all she’d managed to get out of them was that Jay had been threatened and threats had been made against her as well so they were taking precautions.

Then Kim and Julie had shown up to take over and Kim let it slip that there was a hit out on Jay? She’d tried to backtrack and cut off Bex’s questions, but she’d still managed to get enough out of her to be absolutely terrified.

Someone was determined to kill her brother.

And she had to sit there and do nothing.

Not that she had any skills to offer in this situation, but not being able to see him or talk to him? Having to wait for the check-ins that came few and far between to tell her that he was still alive?

It was torture.

She was relieved to hear that a protection detail had been sent to Chris and Cindy’s too, but then immediately stressed over the idea that they could be hurt too. Or the kids.

Bex didn’t know what she would do it—she tried to shut down that line of thinking immediately.

Jay was a damn good detective with an amazing team backing him up.

They would figure this out and everything would be okay.

She couldn’t accept any other outcome.

After an excruciating wait, they finally got word that it was over. The threat was taken care of and everyone was fine, Jay included. Physically, anyway.

Kim had let a few more details slip and told Bex about Jay’s friend who had been hurt. By someone aiming for him. So, she knew that no matter what kind of all clear they’d been given, Jay wasn’t out of the woods yet.

Bex waited a bit after Kim and Julie had left and then a bit longer still, but there was no word from Jay. She didn’t want to bother him if he was still tying up lose ends, but—she needed to hear his voice, dammit. To hear from her brother himself that he was alive.

He didn’t answer her text. Or her phone call.

A quick text to Erin confirmed he wasn’t at the precinct anymore. Knowing Jay, there was only one other place he’d be right now.

Bex made her way over to Med. A few well worded questions got her to the right floor. Eventually, she headed down the right hallway and found Jay, sitting on the floor, trying to muffle quiet sobs into his hand.

Her heart twisted in her chest. She wanted to run over and hug the shit out of him and tell him never to do that to her again and that somehow, they would make sure it was all okay.

But she didn’t.

Because over the years, she’d learned. What worked for her, didn’t work for Jay. Sometimes, he needed to be left alone. Sometimes, he needed someone to just be there. Quiet, but solid.

She had a pretty good idea which kind of time this was.

Bex walked up to his spot by the wall and slid down beside him. He tensed for a moment, but she didn’t say anything, he relaxed with a little sigh. She sat beside him in solidarity while tears ran down his face. Eventually, he sighed again and leaned over to rest his head on top of hers.

She reached out to squeeze a hand on his knee. “Your friend?”

“She’s gonna be okay,” he said quietly.

They sat there a while longer before he stirred again. “How’d you find me?”

“I’ve discovered my fourth very specific superpower.”

“And that is?”

“Jaydar,” she said with a little grin.

He snorted. “Handy.” He sucked in a breath and blew it out in a huff. “Want to get out of here?”

“If you’re ready…”

“I think so,” Jay nodded, getting to his feet and then offering her a hand up. He pulled her in for a strong-armed hug once she was on her feet. “I’m really frigging glad you’re okay, Bex,” he whispered into her hair.

She squeezed him back. “Double same to you.”

He patted her on the back a few times and then let go, heading into his friend’s room to say good-bye to her family. Jay drove them back to his place. Didn’t offer to take her home and Bex didn’t ask. They both had an unspoken need to reassure themselves of each other’s presence.

Walking up to Jay’s door, a figure stood there waiting. Mouse. He held up a pack of beer in greeting. Bex smiled to herself. He must have Jaydar too.

They ordered pizza and hung out watching whatever game was on TV while Jay decompressed. He ended up falling asleep, passing right out between the two of them. Bex looked over his head at Mouse.

“Hey,” she whispered, getting his attention.

Mouse raised his eyebrows in response.

“It’s good that you’re here.”

He didn’t say anything. Just looked at her steadily, taking the words in before nodding and giving her a little smile. They turned back to the game and eventually both fell asleep on either side of Jay.

Mouse became less of an irregular regular fixture after that and more of a regular regular one. She saw him at Jay’s at least once a week and a few times at Molly’s or the diner. The twitchiness was still there, but it had less of a frantic quality to it and he was more clear-eyed than she’d seen him in a long time.

A few weeks later, she found out Jay got him a job at the CPD. She didn’t know who was happier to see him take that step: her, Jay, or Mouse. Who was she kidding—it was Jay.

The three of them went out for a celebratory dinner, followed up with a night out at Molly’s so Mouse could be more officially introduced to the team. She’d ease him into getting to know everyone at 51.

(And if Bex passed along a few extra batches of cookies to Trudy so she’d keep an eye out for him, then that was between her and Trudy.)

(And if Trudy was planning on doing that anyway, well, that was nobody’s business, but her own. Like hell was she going to turn down cookies.)

Click here to read Part Five in this series: Now Kiss!

(Here is the link to read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie on ao3)

#chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #one chicago #christopher herrmann #jay halstead #will halstead #halstead brothers #oc character #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #halstead sister #sibling bonding #found family #team as family #big brother jay halstead #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #alternate universe #not canon #not beta read #my first fanfic series #A Herrmann/Halstead Production

[loveinkfanfics]

She left him wondering what was an exciting story to tell in her book. He bet she had all kinds of them since she worked with dead people and all. "Will do," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Nice to meet you, Angel. "Angela opened her mouth to correct him then decided against it. She didn't mind the way the nickname sounded coming from the handsome man's lips. "You too, Juice. You guys have my number if you need anything else, right? ""Maybe I'll take it down again,"

Omg yes! I love this! Thank you @juiceortiz!!! 🥰🥰 Taking it waaaay back to the first chapter of “Hands All Over”! :)

Writing wise, I was still finding my voice and still flip-flopping between POV mid-paragraph, which I sometimes miss doing but know it can get really confusing (as a reviewer pointed out). Also, personal life wise, I started this story in 2011 (it took me awhile to work up the nerve to publish it to Fanfiction.net in 2012) after my grandmother, who I was very close to, passed away. One if my favorite authors in another fandom (the Fast and the Furious) started posting a Sons of Anarchy fic, and I kept getting the notifications for updates. SOA Seasons 1-3 were streaming free and because I loved her writing (big shout out to xsparklesthemagicalunicornx and her SOA fic “Stylized Violence”), I decided to give it a chance so I could at least understand the characters in her fic. I fell in love. The sense of family (at least in the first season) and the love between the brothers was just what my aching heart needed to get through one of the hardest times in my life. I was obsessed. I binged the first three seasons and bought season 4 just to watch that too…and it brought me back to writing. I had several false starts with this fic with all sorts of situations (starting with Opie/OC, then I fell in love with Juice midway through season 1…it was that smile, damn it). I have PAGES of Juice/OCs that never made it past a few pages and sometimes I go back and read them and smile. It wasn’t until I met a badass mortician with braids in her hair, a great sense of humor, and a toughness about her at my internship at a local Coroner’s office that this idea hit me, and the rest, as they say, is history. Through this story, I’ve “met” some amazing people (readers, authors, etc), and I’m so grateful for it. 💕

 But, I digress, this part is Juice and Angela meeting for the very first time! Juice sees this attractive girl who’s also interesting and intrigues him a bit. There’s a mystery about her that kind of draws him in...

He wants to know what story she’s thinking about, wants to hear more about her. Other than Old Ladies, Croweater, and the occasional TM customer, I don’t see Juice as having much time to sit and talk to women. The club is all encompassing, and he’s all about the club. Theo Rossi has mentioned in interviews before that Juice wouldn’t have time to date, and I honestly, don’t think he’s all that far off. The club is everything to him. He doesn’t have a lot of free time.  I think Juice is also mildly impressed that Angela’s not fazed by the group of bikers (little does he know, she has her own connection to them in her cousin), and she’s not being overly flirtatious or coming onto them. She’s just going about her business like her boss told her to and brushing off the very weird thing that they’re doing like it is nothing…which to any normal person, digging up a body to use for something that’s definitely not legal would be cause for alarm. Him calling her “Angel” instead of by her full name is also a little test. Will she correct him? Will she let the nickname slide which kind of takes the next step in a sense of familiarity? She doesn’t correct him, which, despite his oblivious ways, is a subtle open door showing she’s interested in some sort of relationship. At least, she’s not shutting him down.  

And on Angela’s side, that’s most definitely why she lets the nickname slide. Here’s this sexy biker man who’s giving her this killer smile calling her by a sweet pet name? She’s not about to correct him. Same with the sly way she gave him her number. They’re feeling each other out. Angela was offering her number in the most covert way possible. She knows one of them has the funeral home number, of course they do, but she’s trying to see if Juice wants her number. If he’ll catch on to what she’s offering. And for once, Mr. Oblivious takes advantage of it and takes down her number for himself just so he has it. It’s a bit of a dance for the both of them. Also, Angela’s trying to make herself look a little more mysterious than she is with saying she’s seen “weirder shit” than them exhuming a body. That’s a lie (she tells him so about 40 chapters later in the story). She was playing it cool, trying to look nonchalant and enigmatic…and it worked. ;)

Plus, Angela’s been hurt by biker boys in the past (Esai), so she’s hesitant to go whole hog into it, and Juice hasn’t had a “normal/civilian” girl show interest in him in a long time (that he’s noticed. I’m sure there have been others, Angela’s just a bit more obvious). They both are intrigued by each other because they’re different (if that makes any sense). To Juice’s knowledge at this point, Angela is a non-club-affiliated girl with a stable but weird job that he’s intrigued by (probably from video games and comic books because I’m sure Juice has read his fair share of zombie shit and played all the Resident Evil games).  Being Happy’s cousin, Angela is used to a…tougher kind of biker. Sure, she has Kozik to be more light hearted, but she saw him through a dark patch of his life when he was struggling with addiction. Juice with his big goofy grin doesn’t quite exude the same commanding, somewhat intimidating presence as the SAMCRO boys she’s used to, which I think is what makes her more curious and attracted to him too. I mean, who wouldn’t be after being on receiving end of one of his smiles? ;)

Aaaaand I think that’s all I got! 🤣 Sorry for the rambling, but it was insanely fun to explore!!! I haven’t read the first chapter of this story in a LONG time. >.<

THANK YOU for the snippet!!  

#this has been one of my favorite things I've done in awhile #juice ortiz #loveink fanfics #Sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction

[vroomvroommbtch]

Gosh, real life made me stay too much time away from my favourite aussie boyzz and irish sisters!

Those two last chapters, Ms.Vroom?! ✨️P.E.R.F.E.C.T.I.O.N✨️

Mike and Maggie are together again, they've talked, sorted their shit things out and everything is right in the world again!

I cannot begin to tell you how happy I was to read them being silly in love in front of their family and friends...it felt so new and so fresh, like they never got to be together in such a whole/complete way like they are now. No hiding, no keeping any distance, almost no sneaking around...Mike and Maggie are a package deal-if you want one, you'll have to take the other too!

Also, damn that little escapade was so freaking hot! I'll leave at that, because yeahh, i just can't say anything else 🔥🔥🔥

Now...I don't even know where to begin with THE BABY FEVER CHAPTER ©️ ! Thats the unofficial name for the chapter, because the whole thing was just Mike and Maggie using little miss Olivia as training and wanting to have their own little aussie-irish humans.

Ok,ok... I'm being mean. It was very sweet to read how much Maggs is worried about Dan's shitty situation and I love the irish girls absolute rage towards McLaren because,same. It was also great to read M&M going forward with their relationship and Maggie actually talking about the things that are eating her brains away even if Mike has to somewhat coerce her to do it

But don't let me loose focus here: babiesbabiesbabies! You know cheesy I am with all the Maagie and Mike's white-picked-fence-happy-ending (let me be clear here and say that marriage and babies are not everyone's happy ending and goal/desire, and that is completely normal and ok!). But those two idiots in love?! Ohh boy they want it...and then want it a bit more! They couldn't even explain with words how all the 'my boyfriend/girlfriend with a baby' was affecting them! Urgh, I can't wait! But my dear Maggie...20?! I know those shiny eyes can make you feel things, but girl didn't give the man any more ideas. You already gonna have to deal with 3 energetic little things because ofc they're gonna have the third baby, don't give your hubby those ideas.

I'm gonna shut up now, otherwise I'll spend the rest of the night talking. I don't know if you notice, but I'm very very very excited with Mike and Maggie's future now that things are back on track for them!

Amazing as aways, sweets. Can't wait to see what you have in store for them!

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ANON! I was worried about you disappearing! I’m happy to see you back! Okay let’s answer this in parts.

Yes! They’re back and they sorted their shit out so they’re back and absolutely in love with each other 🥰

They’re not hiding, at least not in front of their family and friends. Except when the hiding is extremely necessary 👀 You won’t see them walking hand in hand in the paddock -even if they die to-, but that’s a story for another chapter. But yes, they’re a package deal hehehe

I LOVE THE UNOFFICIAL NAME AHAHAH they’re never gonna admit the baby fever, especially not Michael who’s clearly the most affected one 👀 but in general they’re just obsessed with each other and in this kind of a new chapter of their relationship and they’re just too happy to be well and enjoying their goddaughter together and they just want a life together 😭 and Maggie doesn’t want three but that girl would say yes to anything he wants😂

And even if she can’t do much, Maggie is worried sick about Dan, so if giving him a silly bracelet is all she can do, she is gonna do it.

And lastly, she’s trying hard to really say what’s on her mind. She’s working on it bc she really needs it but also bc Michael deserves it 🫰🏻

#🍀 anon

[bonesandthebees]

*drowns in validation* honestly, for me it’s always a 50/50 between ‘this is a good analysis and I am picking up what’s being up down’ and ‘this is complete garbage and none of it is coherent’ so I’m glad you enjoy it!

I do enjoy analysis a lot, I’ve always liked finding analysis posts about the media I consume or little what you missed detail videos, so as I result I feel like I got more perceptive. Or at least more prone to looking for the tiny details so it’s a lot of fun when someone puts those amazing details in what they create. And you do such a good job at that because I can never fully guess where the story is going. Like for stars, I can sort of see the long-term arc, but I never know what will happen in the last chapter. I feel like I’ve said the last 3 chapters were my favourite and I meant it, but then a new chapter comes out and I mean that too. Which is weird cuz all of them feels wildly different to me yet they perfectly succeed each other.

Also, the brain rot is real and if I do not get my thoughts out, my brain just won’t shut up. That being said, school starts up again on Monday, which means I’ll probably have less time for analysis cuz I spend way too long on them. So you’ll either get the same amount of analysis spread out over a longer time frame. Or I’ll only hit the major things. Or nothing changes because I have no self-control.

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ok nvm on my last post i guess i'd been refreshing my inbox so much but this suddenly just reappeared?? tumblr is so weird with my asks istg

media analysis is such an important skill and you're so good at it spruce. you pick up on so many tiny details in stars and it's so validating for me to know that people do see those things and it's not just me overthinking everything. at the same time you've definitely picked up or pointed out stuff i didnt even realize i did, and i'm like damn wow you're making me sound way smarter than I am LMAO so it's always fun to see your analysis dumps in my inbox

you're so kind!! I'm so glad you've been enjoying the past few stars chapters. they've definitely been some of my favs to write. I'm also really glad they feel different. one of my biggest worries with stars is that since it's so heavily focused on dialogue and character dynamics and not action that it's boring people, but I personally love stories entirely driven by character relationships so I'm glad a lot of you guys like that stuff too.

that's totally understandable though about school. don't feel like you have to give up a ton of time for analysis. as much as I enjoy it, I know school is stressful as hell (believe me I just got a bachelor's degree) so I completely get if your analysis becomes shorter (or if you have to stop entirely. I'll miss you but I don't want you to feel stressed trying to balance the brainrot + school). best of luck with classes though!!

#ask #spruce anon