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daisybell17 · 4 months

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Protecting You — Loki

Warnings: abusive & manipulative relationship, toxic relationship, abuse, physical violence, mentions of drinking, swearing, mentions of death, this fic mentions abuse in relationships so read with caution, and of course do NOT read if topics such as these make you uncomfortable or offended

WK: 4070 - Long fic ahead!

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Asgard is known to hold some of the greatest theatre plays in all the nine realms, Midgard being their current competitor in the industry. Nonetheless, you never stopped your passion to be an actor. So when your agent contacted you about a role in an Asgardian performance, you couldn’t pass this opportunity.

Loki, Prince of Asgard, too shared this passion in the art of acting and theatre. Performing since he was just a child, his talented ability to capture audiences and his co-stars never failed, making him a world or shall I say, realm class celebrity.

Thus on the first Monday of rehearsals, you had met not only your idol but your partner in the lead role.

“H-Hi! My name is Y/N…I’m from M-Midgard and h-honestly, all this still s-seems unreal to me…b-ut! It’s an honour to meet you Mr. Laufeyson!” For as awkward as the first meeting was, Loki chuckled at your response and shook your hand.

“Well it is lovely to meet you Y/N, and please, please! Call me Loki” His eyes seemingly piercing your own. God he knew you were gorgeous on the stage, but seeing you in person and this up close? you were the most incredible being he’s ever met

Your mind was running laps as you shook his hand. Loki Laufeyson was your co-star. You were performing on Asgard. This is a dream come true!

“Ok then! Loki…I look forward to these next couple months working alongside you. I’ve heard nothing but amazing things about the Prince of Asgard and the talent he brings to the stage…And I might be coming off too strong here but I am a bit of a fangirl myself when it comes to your work”

“Really now?! Well I could only thank you for watching my work, I truly love all this and just hope to bring my best foot onstage” Loki was grinning like an idiot, keeping his composure as you two conversed

“And you hit the spot every time! Your take on some Midgardian performances left me speechless! The Asgaridan version of Hamilton was one I didn’t expect much from and yet it delivered perfectly!” Loki couldn’t hold back his laughter and smiles as you praised his work. He found himself blushing a little at your words, dazzled by the praise you were feeding him.

“You are truly too kind darling, I’m just glad to bring some of Midgaridan works here to Asgard, the theatre Midgard has is more my style as compared to what majority of Asgardians like…gods this is why this play is a big leap for us, but I have seen your works in the romance side and I am certain we can execute this perfectly”

Your eyes lit up as he said this…Loki has seen your work?! More specifically your romantic trope stories?! You were speechless

“You have?! Wow! I am…You have no idea how much that means to me! I have to admit that this sounds like an ego boost but I do consider them my best performances”

“Nothing wrong about being proud of your best works and darling you put on quite a show! Most shows here on Asgard are focused around war, politics, kingdoms and royalty so a little romance here and there surely brings out the humanity in me”

You had smiled as his response, and you two continued on with your conversation, getting to know one another and the passion you shared for theatre. As the day went on, you both went over your lines, practicing the timing, the emotion, delivery and much more. It was obvious to you both that It’s as if these roles were made for you both. A forbidden love story between god and woman, both finding their own ways in this world together, all the while they were ridiculed by the universe. You loved your role, you loved your co-stars, you loved sharing the stage alongside the talented man himself Loki Laufeyson. Life on the stage is one you wouldn’t trade for anything…

Although…while you shined on the stage, it would be idiotic to not admit that the magic you felt onstage did not translate to your real life.

“That’s a wrap for today! I will see you all on Wednesday!” Just like that the day was over and you had to part ways with everyone.

Packing up your belongings, you could hear footsteps approaching and upon turning your back you were met with Loki

“Hey Y/N! It was great working with you today and I must admit you truly have talent like no other”

You blushed at his comment and shot him a quick “Thanks” and “You too”

“You going straight home?”

“Uhm Yea? I have to get dinner started and all” You replied, packing the last of your stuff up.

“Oh…I see I see…Well I was actually wond-”

“Y/N Are you still fucking in there?!” A voice boomed through the room

Your eyes went wide and you quickly swung your bag behind your back “I-Im sorry Loki but I really have to go…”

“I-Uhm yea okay…I just really wanted to ask if-”

Suddenly you saw your boyfriend walk in, clearly angry at something. Loki’s eyes immediately shot at his direction as he watched this angry and slightly intoxicated man burst inside and you running to him an small panic

“Honey! James, I told you that I was working late today! Why are you even here?!”

“Honey? James?” Loki felt both confused and sad.

“No?! You said you’d be done by 4! That’s why i’m here…what? My girlfriend doesn’t come home to the time she said she was and you expect me to not be pissed?!”

“Honey what are you even talking about?! I never said I was off at 4! I even texted you I’d be home by 7!”

“You’re a liar!” James shouted and you quickly shushed him as to not attract any attention

Loki stared at you two. First he felt sad and quite disappointed to find out you had a boyfriend…he’s never fallen for anyone this quickly but something about sharing the stage with him and the passion you both shared brought out this lovey dovey feeling he had deep down inside. And with this being the first of many meetings, he knew he was bound to fall for you further. Second he felt rage towards your pathetic boyfriend, the cursing?! the shouting?! his intoxicated rage towards you?! and the attempt at manipulation was just below pathetic. Loki despises assholes like him, but of course he couldn’t do much about it.

“You’re calling me the liar?! Check your phone! I texted you!” You whispered shouted as you smelled the alcohol reeking from him

“God James are you seriously drunk as well?! You’ve been drinking too much lately”

He scrambled for his phone and saw the text you sent, grumbling to himself, he hissed an looked at you “Whatever I didn’t read it so its still on you! And i’m sorry? Does my drinking pose a problem with you? You’re barley home anyways, out here performing and shit. God I thought this was just some hobby or some shit”

“James?! Are you serious right now?! For the hundredth time…this is my life! my passion! Don’t you dare try to say its just some hobby!”

“Seriously Y/N?! It is! I mean look at this! Its a fake production of a fake story with real people just projecting a fantasy! its pure bullshit!”

You grumbled in frustration “You know what if you seriously have a problem with it why are you even here with me? Why did you come to Asgard huh?! Why!”

Loki knew he wasn’t supposed to be listening, but he couldn’t help himself as you were both arguing quite loudly. He wanted to destroy that pathetic man

“To protect you of course! And…ugh are you really going to make me say it?

“What?!”

“Ok i know its all bullshit but your work is the exception because its you! and UGH yes its bullshit but you blow my mind away sometimes…and you NEED me to protect you…I dont know who might steal your heart here on Asgard?”

“…mhm mhm…Ok can we just go home please?” You asked feeling both hurt but ok at best

“Yes we can go” James said and grabbed you harshly to the exit

You turned at Loki and waved a quick goodbye and mouthed “Im sorry” and walked away…Loki was beyond furious that poor excuse of a man could treat you that way. Calling theatre and acting bullshit?! Bringing your passions down?! Grabbing you in that manner? God it revolted him. You deserved better…so much better, but alas it wasn’t any of Loki’s business nor could he do anything much about it.

Loki never questioned you about that day, seeing as it was something quite personal to share, but he did ask you if you had a boyfriend and how long you two were together. He wasn’t quite happy to hear you’ve had to deal with this man for 2 years now. James would show up to pick you up after every session, either drunk, pissed, in no mood at all, or just being annoyed but he sweet talked his way to make you go home with him each time…even though, deep down inside it was like you were drowning, there were parts of you that were screaming to leave him but you just couldn’t, he was all you had. The most you could do is fantasies and take the small wins, even though you craved more, even though your soul craved better…Oh the guilt you felt when you saw Loki interacting with another co-start…you wished it was you…but- wait, why the hell am i even thinking that?! I have a boyfriend for god sakes! and Loki is just my co-star! Stop it Y/N.

The weeks went on and you and Loki continued to work together onstage. Offstage the both of you got to know one another better and because of this the more he fell for you, for someone he couldn’t be with. He was amazed by you. By your passion, your personality, your kindness…everything…and he knows better than to fall for his co-star but you were the breaker to his rule.

He couldn’t put into words just how amazing you are. Like a blast of energy that you couldn’t contain, just filled with so much drive, passion and life and he hated to admit that this became a small factor to motivate him everyday. To see you, to talk to you, gosh it was like he was a teenager again, eager to see his crush at school, but this was much different.

Although this one week, when you came in for the day, Loki had greeted you as usual, asking how things were or how you were liking Asgard and you gave a half-hearted reply, brushing him off almost entirely and you sat in the corner of the room, going over your lines on your own. Odd behaviour that Loki wasn’t used to and he was split between asking if you were ok or to leave it as is. This didn’t affect your performance onstage but it affected Loki. He didn’t like seeing you this way, and when James came in to pick you up that day, he made sure to stick with you as you both waited. That same week you came in looking worse and Loki decided to finally ask what was wrong, but you shot him down, not really wanting to talk about the horrible comments James had thrown at you last night about you, your career, your cooking or the fact he even threw the glass vase at your wall, sending glass flying and cutting your arm, though that was a scar you could hide. Loki didn’t push you on it anymore but he did request if they could finish earlier today.

“I think we should end a little early today seeing as you all have been working hard these past couple weeks. See you all on Friday!”

You were surprised to finish early today, but I guess it meant you had more time working on dinner. So you packed up and got ready to leave when Loki stopped you

“Y/N…I was wondering if maybe you’d like a cup of coffee before you go home for the day seeing as we finished earlier than usual”

“I uh..hmm” You thought about it, go home to James and cook earlier…or go with coffee with Loki…After last night you needed a break

“Ah why the hell not…coffee and….macaroons?” You asked in hopes to try of Asgardian pastries

“Coffee and macaroons it is! I know a great place near here, ran by a good family friend of mine, im sure you’ll like it”

“Can’t wait to try it” You smiled and let Loki lead the way to this mystery cafe.

Upon reaching the place, you were greeted to a busy yet lively scene. Calling this place beautiful would be underselling it.

“I’ll order us both a latte and grab one macaroon of each flavour, how’s that sound?”

“That sounds great” You smiled and reached for your wallet. “I’ll cover half, how much do I owe you?”

Loki’s faced contorted in confusion “W-What? Y/N!” He chuckled “It’s ok I got it! Treat is on me” He smiled

“What?! No no please! I can’t let you pay for all that! Please let me pay half”

“Nonsense this is on me, that’s final” Loki smiled “Its okay I promise, you deserve a treat, well I guess we do after the work these past weeks”

You sigh and accept his offer “Ok well…Thank you, you are too kind Loki…But next time we get a treat it’ll be on me ok?”

Next time. Ah so there would be a next time. Loki grinned at the thought…although reality snapped him back when he remembered your boyfriend “Hmmm, I would still treat you next time…but if you insist, next time you’ll treat us”

You nodded and Loki went and got the coffee and macaroons.

He came back with your treats and…they were the best damn macaroons you’ve had in your life

“Holy shit these are delicious! There has to be actual magic in these…amazing! amazing!”

Loki watched as you ate the sweet treats “Told you I knew a place and if you must know, they don’t have magic, just made with love”

You laughed “Ah yes…Love! Ok but seriously I need to bring a tray of these when I go back to Midgard, just one big tray of em all for me”

“You know I could do that for you? Perhaps we can share…if you are willing”

“Share?! Never! the imaginary tray of macaroons is mine only hehe” You smiled “okay maybe you can have one”

“Just one?!” Loki said in a dramatic tone “So you get a whole tray and I get one?!”

“Yes! One!” You laughed “I’’m so kind I know”

“Sure…sooooo kind! Y/N gives Loki ONE macaroon!” He teased…He wished you could both stay like this forever

As you were both enjoying each other company and the nature around you, James had spotted you as he was too on a coffee run and approached you both

“Y/N?! The hell you doing here?! I thought you were at work?!”

“Oh! H-Honey we just finished early today and L-Loki here invited me for some coffee and macaroons…I hope that’s alright by you”

“You should have told me first…or why didn’t you go home and start with dinner?”

“I uh…i’m sorry it slipped my mind and I was t-thinking…we could just…take out some dinner?”

“Y/N you’re better than this! I need to know where you are…and yea whatever we can get dinner out”

Loki sat there feeling awkward and so quickly cut the silence by introducing himself “Hi I am uh Loki…co-stars with Y/N…she’s told me about you James…uh nice to meet you”

Confused by this, James hesitantly shook his hand “Uh nice to meet you Loki…i guess…So what has Y/N said about me?”

“Uh…you both have been dating 2 years…and..yea..” Loki replied awkwardly

You watched James expression and you knew having these two meet was a horrible idea…but not much you can do now.

The two continued their VERY awkward conversation and soon James pulled you up and demanded you both went home

“Uhm…See you on Friday Loki” You say as James dragged you off

“Uh See you…” Loki was fuming…

Friday came around and one again your demeanour had shifted. You were shut off, closed, awkward and of course Loki noticed this. This wasn’t the real you, the you he had coffee and macaroons with…he was worried…he knew you deserved better, he knew he could treat you 100 times better. God he wished he could be yours…he would love you so much more than any other being. The day went so-so and Loki had waved you goodbye…all he looked forward to was the next week in which he could see you again…

So when you unexpectedly did not turn up the following week for practice, he was sad, but from his sadness quickly grew concern after seeing the nature of your boyfriend and how he treated you. He couldn’t focus the entire day, worried about what happened to you or if you were ok. Once the day was over, he quickly rushed to the nearest restaurant and bought some takeout for you to have, in case you had just come down with some sort of flu.

Approaching your temporary living space he immediately heard screaming from none other than James. Loki dropped the food at the doorstep and peaked through the window. He could only see James��s face as your back was facing the window. Loki couldn’t grasp the focus of the argument as James was mainly throwing horrible insults at you

“You bitch are you serious?! Why do you alway lie to me? After all I have done for you?! For us to get here!”

“James…its called ACTING! do i have to explain myself all the damn time?! And you better stop calling me a liar, I told you about the play, about the theme, about the scenes…and It’s fine its just acting…”

“Are you being fucking for real?! Are you serious now Y/N?! You expect me to believe that you’re telling the truth right now?! That these so called scenes weren’t just written in after you said yes to this?! God why couldn’t they just cast a single woman? Not someone with a boyfriend?!”

“BECAUSE JAMES IT WAS OFFERED TO ME! Because I have talent! I have passion! I am a performer, have been all my life! Sorry they casted me! Sorry they casted a woman in a relationship but its not like I can do anything about it?! Nothing is ever enough in your eyes and I don’t even know why I care for your opinion!”

“YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND AND I AM NOT LETTING YOU GO WITH THIS PROJECT ANY FURTHER”

“WHAT NO?! you cant control my life like that asshole?!”

“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME??? Y/N I DONT CONTROL YOUR LIFE BUT IM SURE AS HELL GONNA STOP YOU FROM ALL THE STUPIDITY YOUR DOING” James approached you, backing you up against the wall

“James! JAMES! STOP IT” He raised his hand over you

Loki’s eyes shot wide, accidentally knocking on the window and immediately James’s attention went to the window “HEY WHO THE HELL IS THERE?!” Loki scrammed immediately, leaving you and James to your own business.

After that incident he knew he has to something about it, he wasn’t going to watch as you get hurt by that horrible man.

You came in for the next practice session…with James which threw off everyone but instead of greeting your cast mates or even Loki, you darted straight to the hair and makeup station. Loki saw you zoom by and immediately tried to catch up with you, which only increased your walking speed, practically jogging at this point. James locked the door to the station and you ignored Loki completely. Passing conversations can be heard from you both…although Loki no longer cared, he was worried for you, he couldn’t stand the thought of what your bastard of a boyfriend could have done to you and so he forced himself in.

“Loki?! What the hell you broke the lock!” You say in shock with James sharing the same reaction as you

“I know but I can’t stand this anymore!” He marched towards you and went to grab your shoulders in an attempt for a hug, causing you to flinch and move back. Thrown off, Loki looked at you confused and “Y/N your face…” Loki got a real good look at the bruise on your arm, cheek, and neck…

Loki looked at you, then at James, and clicked.

“YOU BASTARD!” Loki launched at James

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” James shouted, blocking Loki’s hands and body

“What the hell did you do asshole? You did that? YOU hurt her?!” Loki managed to push past James’s block and locked his godly hands and arms onto his shoulder, gripping on so tight it caused your boyfriend to flinch and squirm in pain

“Hey man let me-”

”NO!” Using his magic, Loki blasted James against the wall, causing his body to shake as he fell to the ground “The hell is wrong with you?!” he screamed

“ME?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Loki approached him and placed his foot on his chest, letting his entire body weight shift to his foot.

“Ow! Jeez!”

“You know I don’t care who you are, I don’t care that you’re dating Y/N, you pathetic little man I will ruin your life for touching her, I will end your stupid, worthless, pathetic little existence for what you did to her! You understand me?! There is a special place in Hel for assholes like you! Bastards that think hitting, cursing and treating their partners like shit is even ok!”

“Loki stop it!” You shouted

He ignored you and grabbed James’s face “You ever come back here, you ever even think about seeing her again, or so help me god even think about laying another finger on her, I will snap your body like a twig and make sure you suffer a long…painful…demise” he growled

You saw all this happening and while you were terrified, part of you felt relief…it was over…it was finally over….right?

James struggled against Loki’s grasp, Loki looked like he was actually going to end him

“Loki look at me!” you shouted

He immediately did and saw your eyes, he saw that as much as James was an asshole…you didn’t want Loki to actually kill him

Loki looked back at James and let him go “This is your only chance to go…SCRAM”

And just like that James ran out, leaving your life for good

You and Loki stood there in awkward silence

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“Loki?” You whispered

He immediately looked at you “Y/N!” He ran towards you, about to bring you to an embrace but remembering you were probably not comfortable at the moment “Are you ok…?”

“Not…really…but better” You admitted “Thank you…” You smiled at him.

“Of course…I-I couldn’t go on just working with you knowing or not knowing what was happening…I’m just glad you don’t have to deal with that asshole anymore…right?”

“Yea…its over…after yesterday…I knew we were through, I just didn’t know how to end it…so thank you…so so so much…You’ve done more for me than most people have about all this…” You hugged him as tears fell from your eyes

He hugged you back carefully as to not startle you “I love you to much to see you like this” Loki blurted. Uh shit?! Not the time?!

“You love me?” You pulled away and asked

Loki went red at your question “I-I Uh…yea? I do…I do love you…look I know were just co-stars and hell you just went through such a shitty thing and this is the worst way to say it but yes I love you…a lot” he fumbled at his words

You smiled at him “Despite everything…and I wont lie… but I love you too”

You both embraced each other as you felt the safety of his love and his arms

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(a/n): this took awhile for me to get out bc tbh i dont really know how to write a story like this...very well...but either way i got through it! hope you enjoyed and james is an asshole

TAGS: @jennaortegaswifeyy

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 9 months

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[CN] Victor’s Carbon Pen and Glass Bead Event (Day 7)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✦ thursday || friday || saturday || sunday || monday || tuesday || wednesday

【High School Affiliated to Loveland University Second Year (Section 1) Semester Schedule - Wednesday】

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[ENGLISH]:

In preparation for the upcoming sports meet, this week onwards, each class’s sign holder will rehearse during the morning self-study session.

Contrasting with other students who are somewhat anxious to return to class, Victor is incredibly calm and composed.

If he waits a bit longer, he might just manage to perfectly avoid Brother Ying’s peculiar activities.

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[MATH]:

“Comrades, I’ve got a brilliant idea.”

After accurately aiming the chalk at the student dozing off, Old Gao laughs and brushes off the chalk dust from his hands.

“The next person I catch napping during the class will need to recite the decimal expansion of pi up to the 150th digit after the decimal point.”

Although Victor is confident he will not doze off in class, he still opens his eyes wider and focuses to be more alert.

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[CHEMISTRY]:

Chemistry is the cornerstone of human advancement, and it’s also the subject that can elevate scores the most in the college entrance exam.

The teacher’s words are delivered with gentleness and sincerity.

Victor nods with repeated “Hm.”

The teacher in the previous class said the same thing (about their own subject).

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[CHEMISTRY]:

Amidst the intermittent growls of hungry stomachs, the chemistry class comes to an end.

Teachers always tend to have their favorite students– because they’re mature, sensible, and have exceptional academic performance. Of course, the uncle in the school cafeteria is no exception to this pattern.

However, this (cafeteria uncle’s) favoritism might purely be due to Victor’s handsome appearance.

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[CHINESE]:

The significance of having good handwriting cannot be overstated.

“Sir Vic, we wrote more or less the same thing. Why did you score 56 while I only got 42?”

“The basis for assessing the standard might be whether or not it’s readable.”

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[BIOLOGY]:

Even simple single-celled organisms can survive in this world, proving that people should indeed show more patience towards many fools. However, one shouldn’t waste too much time either.

Listening to the teacher’s explanation, Victor inexplicably sighs in his heart.

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[PHYSICS]:

“I wasn’t asking to borrow your eraser, I’m telling you to pick up the note next to you!”

“Vice Class Monitor, can you help me pass this down again? Be careful not to be spotted by the ‘stern-faced old demon’...”

Hushed voices almost simultaneously sound from both sides. Victor feels as if he is submerged in what seems like a low-frequency hum.

Until…

“What have I just stumbled upon?”

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[PHYSICS]:

In truth, starting from the second year of high school, many classes have some unspoken rules. For instance, whichever teacher has the first class of the day won’t be assigned to supervise the morning self-study session. Likewise, the same principle applies to the last class and the evening self-study session.

However, the physics class is an exception to this norm.

Victor feels an immense sense of pressure pressing down on him and resolves to contemplate how to conquer it.

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✧ next stop: Exclusive Story (to be updated)

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#akshdhd NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO “LI ZEYAN” NO ONE ahahah 🤣 it's okay cafeteria uncle we are all victims we are all in this together 🫠🤭#he’s really had enough with the English teacher lmaaaoo. and yeah even the best of bests have their days ahdgdh #huhuh they brought up his gorgeous handwriting again 🥺🥺 *weeping as i recall what Elex did with his EN signature lmao*#THESE BULLY MATHS AND PHYSICS TEACHERS AKSJSJSDGFG #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #李泽言 #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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oonajaeadira · 10 months

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Hi darling! What's on your agenda for the week? Any fourth of July plans?

Hey kitten.

Actually, not too much just yet. It's super rare that I should be this open in June/July of any year. But my show for the summer is a remount so we'll start rehearsals later than usual. I'll tell you what I should be doing. I should be taking my car in to replace brake pads and shocks. Y'know. Fun grown up shit.

And I hope to get to some writing this week, but I'm still dealing with this dumb tendon bullshit. It's definitely on the mend, but now's not the time to break the RICE routine.

Speaking of rice--but a different kind--and speaking of a different kind of rice.... I'm a master at white rice. Give me a good basmati or jasmine grain and a stovetop and I will give you perfectly cooked rice in 20 minutes every time. But I am struggling with brown rice. My goal is to get at least a decent pot by Thursday. One of my friends just had his second heart attack (he's only 37) and I'm doing a meal train for him and his wife on Thursday. I'm not a great cook and normally wouldn't cook for others, but these two are good friends of mine and totally non-judgy and will very openly just eat something else if it's really not their thing and I'm 100% okay with that. So I picked the healthiest meal I love to make. The baked salmon and the homemade pickled cucumbers are easy for me. But I generally make seasoned white rice with the meal and he's on a whole grains/brown rice only diet. So I've got a few nights to figure it out.

I really hate America Day. Our neighborhood kinda gets nuts with the fireworks and it'll go on for at least two weeks. Freaks out the dog. Keeps us awake. Not really a fan of loud noises, mosquitoes, alcohol, or heat, and that's pretty much the holiday in a nutshell so we tend to avoid it. There's an ordinance in our city that every home should be within walking distance to a park, so we have a lot of public green spaces. Which, most of the year, is awesome. But this time of year it tends to get overrun by whizzing frizbees and screaming kids.

But the holiday weekend's a long one--boss gave us Monday off too. I'd like to get started working on my fall show (I'm reworking and performing all the music), but I can't currently play with my wrist jacked up. Maybe I can get caught up with my fic reading? Or at least make a dent in my list???

We do have a sweet old one-screen cinema in my neighborhood--like one of those that has a velvet curtain and a working organ and an actual organist comes in and plays before the show. It's got a Dairy Queen on property and the cutest old gay couple own it so they get all the films we want to see and play a lot of great cult stuff. They're currently playing Asteroid City and I wouldn't be surprised if they do a last-minute Anderson retrospective, so we might walk over to that.

Especially if it gets hot. Because we don't have AC in the house. We do have an AC unit in our rehearsal studio, so maybe we'll set up an air mattress and a projector and do movies in there!

What are your plans for the fourth?

Blow up my inbox

#ask games

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alwayslovingharry · 1 year

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Sign Of The Times

A/N: Here we go with another part of this story, I hope you'll like it.

previous part

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Hailey Foster (1Dmember!reader)

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

WARNING: Not an english native speaker.

SUMMARY: An anonimous guest not so anonimous, a Graham Norton Show and Good Morning Britain.

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21/04/2017

"We're here, sir," I look up from my phone as I notice the car stop and one of the doors is opened.

I lock my phone screen just before they open my door as well and I step out of the car, thanking the driver as he holds my door. I turn, finding Jack offering me his hand to walk with him towards the doors of the building. Since I've been with him again, he's started to be more affectionate towards me.

Today I am accompanying him to a small meeting he is having with one of the producers of Good Morning Britain to discuss the issues and questions he will be asked in his interview next Monday. After the meeting he has promised to take me out for dinner and we will talk about some wedding preparations, tomorrow we have one last meeting with the wedding planners before my trip to New York for the Met.

Jack lets me through the doors of the building first as I thank the man holding the door for us to pass. It's been over a year and a half since I've been to The London Studios, the last time I was here was for an interview on The Graham Norton Show at the end of 2015.

"Mr Walker?" a young woman in a suit approaches us, stretching out her hand towards Jack “I'm Amanda Ross, Mr Gordon's personal assistant, I've been sent to take you to the room where he'll be meeting you.”

"This is my fiancée, Hailey Foster," Jack replies as they shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, miss," we also shake hands a little. "Well, if you'd like to follow me, I'll show you the way. "

We start walking towards a lift and Amanda pushes the button to call it. We stand still in silence waiting for the lift.

"Are you both going to appear at the interview?" asks Amanda once the lift doors open and we step inside.

"It will just me, the interview is about business, we haven't agreed to any interviews about our relationship with anyone yet," Jack replies as I pull out my phone and start looking at my Twitter feed.

"Mr Gordon had mentioned something about that to me this morning but with all the fuss they have at the studios today with meetings and preparations I haven't had much time to get back to him before they arrived."

"Are they very busy?"

"A little busier than a normal Friday, but don't worry, Mr. Gordon won't be late for his meeting, I promise," the girl replies as the lift doors open again and we step out into a hallway where there are several doors to what appear to be meeting rooms.

We walk towards one of them, and she opens the door and gives us room to pass through first. Inside the room is a man sitting at the meeting table, who quickly rises to greet us.

"Welcome, I'm Erron Gordon," he introduces himself as he and Jack shake hands. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Walker. "

"Pleasure to meet you, this is my partner, Hailey." replies Jack placing a hand on my lower back.

"This girl is the great Hailey Foster, I'm proud to meet a music star like you. "

"Thank you, you' re very flattering," I reply.

"Sorry I didn't greet you at the entrance myself but they were doing some sound checks in Studio 1 for tonight's Graham Norton performance and I had to be around for a bit."

"How come you're so busy today?" asks Jack, "Your assistant also told us that you were busier than usual.

"We had some problems with the programme team during the rehearsal for today's guest performance and we spent the whole morning trying to sort it out, which we finally managed to do."

"And who is the guest? Someone important?"

"Well, maybe your girlfriend already knows, being former members of the same band she has to know that Harry Styles is going to do his first live solo performance on British television."

They both turn to look at me and I can't hide my surprise. I had no idea Harry could be here.

Oh, shit.

I'm still fresh enough from the 2 hour conversation with Niall, Louis and Liv yesterday, where they were trying to give me advice on how to handle a reunion with Harry. But I'm not ready, not at all.

"The truth is I haven't seen him for a long time, you know, to start a solo career you have to get away from the rest a bit," I say as I try to smile." I had no idea he was performing today.

"If you'd like, while Mr. Walker and I discuss the details of the interview, Amanda could accompany you to the studio where Graham's show is being recorded. You can go and say hello, if you like. "he proposed me as he pointed to his assistant.

See Harry? Now? I don't know if it's the best option. I haven't planned anything, I don't know what to say to him. Should I apologise for abandoning him in a dressing room last time? Act normal? And best of all, should I tell him I'm engaged?

Before I can answer for myself, Erron interrupts me again.

"I think that's a great idea, so we can talk about the interview without you getting bored, Hailey. Plus you can catch up with your former bandmate."

"I don't know, maybe I'm going to be annoying on the recording."

"Of course not, Amanda will accompany you and she knows how they work on the show, don't worry. You won't be any bother."

I know it's a bad idea, my instinct tells me this is all too rushed.

"Go if you want to," says Jack. "Here maybe you get bored waiting. "

I nod, as Jack leaves a kiss on my cheek and starts walking towards one of the chairs.

"I figure we won't be much longer than three quarters of an hour, we're just going to run over the interview topics and questions briefly. "

"Don't worry Mr. Gordon, I'll make sure she' s back on time and you don't have to wait," Amanda replies, reopening the door. "Shall we go now, Miss Foster?"

"Of course." I walk towards the door, turning before I walk through it." we'll be right back."

Jack and Erron nod and Amanda closes the office door.

We return to the lift and when we're in it, Amanda selects the reception floor and the lift doors close. She leans against one of the walls while I stand in the middle of the elevator car, watching the number of floors change.

"So...how long have you been working here?" I ask and that makes her lift her gaze from the floor and look at me, I try to start a small conversation so as not to be in awkward silence.

"Over half a year, at first I was just an intern but Mr. Gordon needed an assistant when my college internship ran out and I was lucky enough to be chosen for the position."

"Do you like working here...gosh, I just realised it feels like I'm taking a questionnaire about your job, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, really" he replies with a small laugh." I like working here, everyone in the studio is very nice and Mr. Gordon is a good boss."

"I'm glad you like your job."

"Do you like your job?" she asks me, but the sound of the lift arriving on our floor interrupts me as I was about to answer.

“Reception," the lift then says.

"Here we're"The lift doors open, but before Amanda steps out, I answer her question.

"I like my job, not every day or all the things I do but most of the time, yes," I reply and she smiles at me before stepping out of the lift.

"We just have to walk a bit, the dressing rooms in studio 1 are close by," she explains as we walk down a corridor.

"I think I remember where they might be, I've been here before for Graham's show too. "

As we walk through the studio, I notice how the walls seem to be decorated with promotional posters for the shows, adding a bit of colour to the grey corridors of the studio.

"Ross!" we both turn, a girl comes running down the corridor and stops just a few feet from where we're standing. "You're needed in studio 3."

"Now? I'm a bit busy."

"I've been told not to come back without you or Gordon, as soon as possible," she replies and Amanda turns to me again.

The dressing rooms in studio 1 are just around that corner in the first corridor on the right, would you mind if I let you go there by yourself," she says as she turns and waves to me, "I promise I'll get there as soon as I can. "

"Sure, no problem, I don't think I'll get lost," I reply smiling and she starts walking towards her companion.

"You won't even notice you' re alone, I swear."

And saying this, they both start to walk quickly back to where the girl had come from, talking about what had happened in studio 3. I turn to where Amanda had indicated me, walking to the next corner, now alone.

As I turn the corner to continue into the next corridor, I collide with someone, losing my own balance slightly and hearing something fall as the person I've collided with curses. I look down at the floor, watching as a boy quickly crouches down near an electric guitar case.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, I was distracted," I apologise as I crouch down next to him, watching him open the guitar case.

“It's all right, I was the one running down the corridor carelessly," he replies, pushing his hair out of his face with one hand while the other continues to check his guitar.

"Is it all right?

"Looks like it," he puts the guitar back in its place and closes the case, "it would be very bad luck to break the guitar that I just played for the first time on British television, also my favourite guitar."

For the first time since our collision, the boy raises his head to look at me, he seems surprised to see me. I look at him too but I don't recognise him from anywhere, he has long hair and is dressed in a flashy red suit. We both stand up and he continues to stare at me.

"You're Hailey." he says simply and I stand there waiting for him to say something else." Mmm, the girl from...One Direction, of course."

"Excuse me, but have we met before," I ask, confused by how hesitant he seems now that he's recognised me.

"I don't think so, well, I know who you are but you don't know me," he replies and stretches out his hand that doesn't hold his guitar. "I'm Mitch."

"I don't want it to sound like an insult but, you seem like a very peculiar person to me, Mitch." I reply as I accept his hand and we shake hands.

"That's what they usually tell me."

We're both silent, until I speak again.

"Well, I should go, it was nice meeting you Mitch," I say as I take a step back towards the corner I was supposed to leave. "I hope your guitar is okay."

"I'm sure it is, don't worry about it."

"Well...bye."

I wave goodbye before turning and he does the same.

Weird

I turn the corner, finding a long hallway with several doors and other corridors leading off of it. Just as Amanda told me, I walk down what appears to be the first hallway to my right, but, when I'm a few steps away from it, a door at the end opens and I see my beloved manager emerge.

Shit

I try to slyly turn around again, ready to walk back down the hallway I've come from without him noticing I'm here.

"Hailey?"

Fuck

I turn slowly, watching as Brenda walks quickly down the hallway to where I am.

"What are you doing here?" she asks me with a blank look on her face.

"Jack's at the meeting with the producer and his assistant suggested...showing me around the studios a bit...so I wouldn't get bored."

"And where's the assistant?

"A girl came for her on the way here and said she'd come back for me in studio 1."

"And you think I suck my thumb?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"We both know who's on The Graham Show as a guest today, you're already going back to where my son is because I'm not going to let you anywhere near Harry Styles. I'm sure you've used Jack as a reason to come."

"I didn't even know until 10 minutes ago that Harry was here."

"Then why did you accompany my son to a meeting?"

"Because I'm his fiancée!"

"Don't try to fool me, you came here so you could see him and you used the excuse of accompanying Jack."

"Look, you always want me to be the perfect girlfriend to him and to the public, so that's what I'm being for once. I'm the girlfriend accompanying him to a meeting that's going to be short and then we're going to dinner to talk about our wedding. I had no fucking idea he would be here, it was the producer who suggested to his assistant that she could show me around the studio during the meeting." Brenda is silent for a few seconds before she moves closer to me and begins to threaten me.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again because I can sink you and your entire career with a couple of phone calls. And you're already going back where you came from, because you're not going any further. You're an ungrateful little bitch who thinks everyone should kiss the ground you walk on, but don't worry, I'm here to take you down a peg or two."

As I'm about to answer again, I see a man coming towards us from behind Brenda. Seeing that I'm looking over her shoulder, she turns around, seeing him too.

"Is everything all right here?" he asks as he comes up to where we are.

"Of course it is." replies Brenda as she turns again to look at me. "Hailey, this is Jeffrey Azoff, Harry's current manager.

"Everyone calls me Jeff." he stretches out his hand towards me and I shake it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Hailey, I've heard so much about you. What are you doing here?"

"She came to accompany my son to a meeting and wanted to stop by to say hello, but she's on her way out."

"I was told that I could come and see Harry while I was waiting for Jack to leave the meeting, we haven't seen each other for a long time and I'd like to take the opportunity to say hello," I said looking at Jeff.

"But she was just leaving, I'm sure Jack won't be long in finishing and she should go upstairs and wait for him so he doesn't have to be waiting for her to get back."

"I'll only be a couple of minutes.”

Jeff stares at me and then shifts his gaze to Brenda. He looks like he's about to say something, but Luke appears in the hallway catching my manager's eye.

"Brenda, some people from the production company want to talk to you," he says and she glares at me.

"Okay." she turns and starts to walk away next to Luke, when I think she's not going to say anything she turns again. "Go with Jack."

I watch her leave and then I turn to look at Jeff.

"I just want to talk to him." I explain "We didn't end well when we started the break with the band and I want us to at least be on good terms, that's why I want to talk to him."

"Harry told me that your relationship wasn't as good as it used to be and that he was disappointed...but...I'm not going to lie to you, I know your management is trying to keep you two apart to avoid misunderstandings that could stain your image."

" They are the ones who create misunderstandings, not us".

"The thing is, I don't want any of us to get in trouble if any of your managers find out that I let you in and that you've been together," I cross my arms indignantly.

"So you're not going to let me in to see him for two minutes?

"We can't risk it."

All managers are the same, "we're doing it for your own good", bullshit. I'm an adult, I know what will be good or bad for me. I don't think saying hello to Harry is such a crime that we can end up as badly as they make it out to be.

"I know Harry would have loved to see you," says Jeff.

"If he would have loved to see me so much then let me stay and talk to him for just a few minutes, please".

"I'm sorry." We stand in silence for a moment,

"You're all ass-kissers in this industry." Jeff sighs before replying.

"The performance will be over by now, Harry will be about to head back to the dressing rooms and it's best he doesn't know you were here, Hailey. Neither of us want him to get in trouble," he puts a hand on my shoulder, which I brush away as if it burns me.

I don't even say goodbye and turn to go the way I came, I retrace the same path I did minutes before, heading back to the entrance lobby quickly. As I'm reaching the lifts, Amanda reappears and walks up to me in surprise.

"The show hasn't finished shooting yet, did you get a chance to see Harry?" she asks me as I call the lift.

"No, but I thought maybe he'd be busy when he was done filming and since he's not warned that I'd be there, maybe I could interrupt something or be in the way. "I lie as the lift doors open again and we both get in. "I thought it would be a better idea to go back and wait for them to finish the meeting."

The assistant just nods and we both remain silent as the lift rises. When the doors open again and we arrive on the same floor as before, she takes me to a small waiting room with sofas where I could stay.

"Well...if you want a coffee, tea or anything else I can get it for you," he offers as I sit down on the sofa and take my mobile phone out of my trouser pocket.

"No need, thank you very much. If you need to go do other things you can go, I don't mind waiting here alone."

"Mmm...Okay, if you need anything I'm in the office next door."

"Okay, thanks." Amanda leaves the room and I'm left in silence, I can't help but think that even though I didn't know he was here until less than an hour ago, he's only a few floors away and he'll never know I was.

to continue…

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sskijeu · 2 years

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sweet aftertaste: part two

main masterlist // stray kids masterlist

➷ all skz x reader • skz ships • college!au • fluff and smut • ‘y/n’ not used • gn!reader •

✎… when you become involved with a group of boys from your college of music, you can’t help but catch feelings and watch as they grow into a talented group of performers

part one << >> part three

The worst feeling of them all. Waking up on a Monday morning.

For some people it's because they don't like getting up early. For others, it's because they hate Mondays. For you, it was having to drag your ass out of bed to get up in time for college.

Another thing that didn't help was that your useless roommates shared the same feelings you did towards Monday mornings as well, so your apartment always looked like a house of fucking zombies at this time.

"Han! Get your ass out of bed!" You yelled, getting up yourself to grab your outfit for the day; something simple, you weren't in the mood for un-comfy clothes right now.

"Noooo!" Jisung whined like a toddler getting his toy taken away from him.

"We need to leave in 25 so up you get. Now, Jisung." You pull on his arm, trying to encourage him to move.

"Fineee." He mumbled, face stuffed in his pillow before he moved from his bed to get up.

Then you went over to Hyunjin's room where he was also fast asleep. You couldn't be bothered with the childish replies yet again and so you just walked over to his bed and took his blanket and pillow away, leaving him awake and uncomfortable, urging him to get out of bed.

"I hate youuu." You heard him groan in annoyance as you left, "But thank youu."

"You're welcome." You rolled your eyes with a small smile, going into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before getting changed and packing your bag.

Hyunjin and Han may get up late but they always seemed to be ready before you, "Come on! We're waiting to go!"

"All right! Give me a second!" You shoved a cereal bar into your bag since you didn't have time to have breakfast and slid your shoes on before heading out the door with your roommates.

It was only a small walk to your college and since everyone was tired, a comfortable silence fell over you all. Which was of course interrupted by Han saying, "Today. At lunch."

"What are you going on about?" You questioned, sharing a confused look with Hyunjin.

"You said you wanted to meet Changbin-hyung and Chan-hyung so I thought today would be good. At lunch. We still have work to do before we can release this song so we'd already be there. And I know you never have anything to do during lunch so.. down for it?"

"Yeah, sound's good." A smile formed on your face at the thought of finally meeting Han and Hyunjin's other friends besides I.N. They talk about them all the time and yet you felt so disconnected from their social lives at times.

"I'd come but I promised Felix I'd stay after class to rehearse for our assignment."

"Oh shit, yeah. I missed the class where you all partnered up so I'm gonna have to find a partner this lesson." You explained, remembering you had a stupid dentist appointment that lesson, "Do you know anyone that wasn't in that lesson either?"

"Sorry, no. Nobody off the top of my head." Hyunjin replied.

You soon met the college entrance and your conversation came to an end as you split off to find your first class, vocal coaching. Unfortunately, that was the lesson none of you were together in. However, you had I.N in your class so everything was ok.

Your features brightened as you examined the boy in the corner of class. His smile was so big that his eyes appeared all black and his laugh as charming to hear as ever. He shook his head, flicking his blue hair from his eyes. Then, he made eye-contact, finally noticing your presence by the doorway.

With a quick waddle towards you and the biggest smile, I.N leant against the door, "It feels like forever since I've seen you. First off, I hate my hyungs -you’ll understand later- also, my throat hurts so this lesson is going to suck. But I have somebody I want you to meet. I may or may not be forcing you to meet him so he doesn't cling to me as much but who knows?”

You took a second to process the rant before noticing another guy walking towards the two of you. "This is Seungmin-ah."

"Hi. I'm his hyung. He just likes to think he's finally met someone younger than him." Seungmin commented.

"He's been spending more time with Han, not sure if you know him? That's where he's picked up the bad manners from."

"Han-hyung, yeah, everytime I'm near him I can feel the loudness radiating off him. And you can just tell when he's about to sing for no reason. That's something he has in common with Lee Know-hyung. Lee know-hyung does random things for absolutely no reason whatsoever. It's extremely irritating." Seungmin waved his hands around, trying to help him explain himself.

"Lee Know's a good dancer though, I'll give him that." You add, beginning to leave the doorway to enter the class.

"Lee Know's been helping me with my dancing skills lately but he's scary when I get something wrong..” I.N mentions.

"You're getting closer with Lee Know. Another thing you've caught from Han." You point out.

"I agree but we should go sit down. Mr. Kim will be here soon." Seungmin stated.

The lesson flew by with the sassiness of the vocal-duo -you need to give them a better nickname at some point- anyway, you headed to your next class, where most of your friends were actually together, along with a new friend you were about to meet. Although, the amount you'd heard about him, it was almost like you already knew him.

"I have a problem." Han stormed over to you as he entered the dance studio.

"What is it now?" You sigh to yourself.

"Lee Know-hyung is wearing a sleeveless top today and he started working out daily 2 months ago. I don't think I can handle seeing him." Han confessed, face mortified and stressed with what he was saying.

"Really? You're so dramatic. You can't handle being in the same class as your crush just because he's wearing a sleev-" your words slowly faded as you caught a glimpse of Lee Know and Bang Chan walking into dance practice, both wearing sleeveless shirts and Chan's shirt half showing his extremely defined abs.

Your mouth slowly opened in awe at their arms, "You know what, I understand now."

Han turned to see who you were looking at and silently screamed to himself, throwing his arms in the air as he turned to you, "I need help. He looks so good. I'm gonna pass away. This is my final day alive. Goodbye. It was nice lee-knowing you. That was a bad joke. I can't help it. I make dad jokes when I'm stressed."

"Han, please, you're stress-talking my ear off." You shushed him, still staring at the pair of men in the room, watched them get a drink from their bags.

"I do not stare at Chris!” Han mimicked you when he noticed your continuous ogling at Chan but you couldn’t care less. Today you had been blessed.

The dance instructor walks over to you, snapping you out of your mini-daydream, “We paired up for the dance assignment last lesson and since both you and Christopher weren’t in, is it ok if you pair up? He’s already agreed to it if that makes you more assured.”

“Yes, of course!” You answered a little too quick. The teacher giggled as she walked away, nodding. Today you had been doubled blessed.

“Oh, you can talk to him about your dance at lunch as well.” Han added. Triple blessed.

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elysynn · 4 months

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Short Version: I just started playing in a concert band after being out of a group for several years. My lips are numb, I taste metal in my mouth, my diaphragm is sore, and I'm ecstatic about it.

Longer Version:

Mid-December a horn group I follow had posted openings with a new concert band for a few horn players. I haven't played in a group setting in about six years and I've been feeling that itch to be part of an ensemble again. I've dabbled off and on, mostly in the context of helping my son (who picked horn for his band instrument) in the intervening years. The rehearsal schedule and concert commitments both were ideal fits for where I currently am in my life so I jumped at the opportunity.

I reached out and expressed interest and the director said they weren't accepting new players until after the first concert. That was fine, as it gave me a little over a month to get back into playing shape. If you don't play a musical instrument, there's an aspect to "it's just like riding a bicycle" to picking it back up again. Muscle memory is a great thing. However it only takes you so far - it takes a bit of time to get the stamina back and work through the cobwebs.

Well, about two days after we agreed I'd start the beginning of February, he reached back out and asked if I could start sooner because a couple of the horns he'd been expecting dropped. And like the overexcited, overachieving squirrel I am, I said sure. Meaning, I had not a month to get back into playing shape but four days to whip myself into a condition where I wouldn't make an absolute fool of myself during the first rehearsal.

I got the music last Friday. And as I read it, I started having serious concerns about biting off more than I could chew - because some of these pieces are hard and would have been challenging even when I was in shape and playing regularly. But I meant what I said, and I said what I meant and an elephant's faithful one-hundred percent... So, Friday night I just listened to performances on YouTube and read along. Saturday and Sunday I got in hour+ practice sessions and took Monday off because it's super easy to overdo it, especially on a brass instrument.

Wednesday night was rehearsal night. I hoped for an email saying it was canceled or postponed... because I wasn't perfect yet. Rehearsal wasn't either of those things, and it went way, way better than I feared it was going to go. I'm so glad I made myself go, so glad I committed to joining. I'm grateful to have been given the opportunity to get back into a group. Because there's just something amazing about being part of a group of humans making beautiful sounds together.📯🎼🎶

#band geek #horn player #music

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collsfilmblog · 5 months

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WALK OUT Post Shoot Thoughts

Welcome back! I know my thoughts on how a film shoot went is exactly what everyone’s raring to hear, I can hardly walk the 2 minutes to Sainsbury’s without a crowd forming. Haha….

Anyway.

This week consisted of not just one but TWO film shoots for group 3. We were very busy.

Collecting Kit

Monday was the day to collect kit. We knew it was going to be a big job having booked 18 items so employed the help of Ahmad, Johnny and Jamie (THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH). I realised we MIGHT have gone a bit overboard with out shopping list as I was booking it all, but it’s what David and Cole asked me to get so we went with it. Upon arriving at the store we were told the WHOLE rack was for us. Yeah, we definitely went overboard. Lots of small items, lots of big ones. In our fairness it was meant to rain so got umbrellas and poly bags and a tarp. Getting on the bus with it was perhaps not the best idea in retrospect as the bus driver seemed very angry and even made Johnny stand with the C-stand in the luggage rack for the “safety of the other passengers”. Which made NO sense at all as if he had just sat down holding the stand then it would’ve been much more secure. But instead he had to awkwardly stand at the front of the bus balancing the C-stand in the luggage rack because it didn't fit in it whilst next to a BABY in a pram! After what felt like an excruciatingly long time we made it and took everything back to our flats.

(Sorry Johnny)

Shoot 1 - WALK OUT

This was a blast. It’s the first thing we’ve done that actually feels like a movie. Whilst making it at least, I’m yet to see the final product.

I think this is down to a few factors including our actors, kit, location, and pre-production planning

Actors - For this shoot we had people who weren’t part of our group acting. It was very weird having people show up knowing their lines and delivering great performances! Especially impressive considering it’s a 2 minute continuous take. David had done rehearsals with them and I don’t think we had any mistakes during any of the takes (apart from one where one of the actors couldn’t untie their apron). Big thanks to Isabella and Jed!!!

Ungraded still from the film.

Kit - Ah, the lens kit. During previous exercises we have been too slow to book equipment and have always ended up with the Sigma zoom lens. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good lens and has done us very well (as well as having the addition of being very easy to transport) but it was great to be able to use one of the lens kits and think about what lens we were going to use. We also had a lighting kit as the street we were shooting was dark. This meant we were able to control light and I think we made it seem like quite a natural street light. Just using all these thing made it feel very professional.

Waiting on the uber.

Location - We had a great location in the street next to The Voyage of the Buck. They let us use their door and let us run an extension lead from a staff room outside to power our light. They also let us use their bathroom which made things very convenient. The staff were very kind in all our correspondence with them and it was great to work with them.

Pre-production - I think I did quite a good job producing on this shoot. Whilst I didn't have much correspondence with the location due to Cole already having a relationship with the bar, I made sure we had a location picked early. This meant I could get a risk assessment done and book kit well in advance meaning we got to choose what we wanted. Whilst this maybe led to us booking a bit too much, it's a lesson learnt and meant we didn't end up in the situation some other groups faced where there was no kit available for them. One flaw to my booking was booking two projects in the same risk assessment document. I now know that each location needs its own risk assessment in a SEPARATE document. I also made up a call sheet for this shoot which meant we were organised and everyone knew what was going on. Alongside this I had a location agreement signed with the Voyage of the Buck as a confirmation we were allowed to shoot on their property. David and Cole had also been to the location to get an idea of lighting and framing.

The shoot:

We gave ourselves 2 hours to set up before actors arrived. Dylan and I took an uber with all the kit and met the rest of the group there. We set out a tarp and lay out all the kit so it was organised. We had camera, lights and sound all set up 20 minutes before actors arrived which gave us time for a little break. Shooting the scene went well and we were done and packed away an hour before we had scheduled.

What didn’t go well?:

The weather - The temperature for the shoot was 0°. I made sure our crew brought PLENTY of warm clothes as we would be standing around outside for hours. Despite this we were all still freezing. Not as freezing as the actors were thought as they were in t-shirts. We made sure to give them chances to warm up as we were reviewing takes and as much as they insisted that they weren’t actually that cold it still wasn’t ideal.

The Location - Whilst it was a good location, there wasn't much room on the sides of the street. There was enough for all our kit to be laid out along the side of the building but cars were constantly coming up and down the street as we were setting up. It was between 4-6 when cars are most busy so it makes sense but I hadn't taken that into consideration when setting times for the shoot. We were fine and were not in the way, as I was constantly making sure everyone stayed to the side of the street so there was ample room for the tripod and camera at one side of the street and the light and equipment to be at the other but it was still inconvenient as it meant we couldn't be as free with our placement of camera and lights.

Equipment Selection - Yeah, this is when we realised we ABSOLUTELY had booked too much. We decided to pretty much bring everything as we were just gonna stick it in an uber to the location. We probably used like 3/4 of everything we brought… if that. We should have been a lot more conservative with things, we booked the matte box and follow focus and brought it with us and never ended up using it. Same with the C-stand that Johnny painstakingly held on the bus. Some of the kit was precautionary like polybags and an umbrella but overall we didn't need to bring as much as we did to this shoot.

Final thoughts - Overall I’m really happy with how this shoot went. Whilst we had some minor issues I think everything went smoothly. I enjoy the dynamic of our group and think we all work well together. This shoot is absolutely the best we’ve worked together as we've built a relationship that just seems to work with our roles. Whilst I maybe would’ve liked to try a bit more camera, I’ve been happy keeping to similar roles with our last two shoots. Cole and David have worked really well together as a DOP and Director. All of us have learnt how to set up the equipment like the sound and the camera which has led to us being quite efficient whilst setting up and packing away. I'm also happy doing the things nobody else wanted to do like risk assessments and booking the kit and call sheets. We all communicate very well and I will be sad not to be working with them next trimester.

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Spencer Returns To The Stage

I haven't properly mentioned this yet, but something happened earlier this evening. But, in an apt phrase, let me set the scene... It's mid-September, 2019. We're a small theatre company based in Paisley, Scotland and it's our last performance of a totally original script for a show about the theft of art, a police officer who isn't who they appear to be, a grumpy old couple who have more money than sense, a bumbling idiot of butler, and murder... And then we take some time off performing while we plan the next show with a whole new story and again, an entirely original script. We're coming up with and writing our own characters, too. Because our rehearsal space - a local church in Paisley - is closing/merging with another church up the road, we start rehearsing etc. somewhere else, swapping between the back room of one pub and the upstairs of another pub. It is bloody cold up there, you know! We typically take a couple of months off just before Christmas. It's February 2020. We go back to rehearsals for one week. We plan to skip two weeks due to other commitments and concerts that folk are going to. And then, if you can remember how early 2020 went, things were slowing down and everything was gradually shutting down as news of the pandemic and the dangers of the said pandemic became more obvious, we planned to have a few weeks off and then get back to it. Things were progressing nicely with the ideas for the new show so we weren't losing any time, really. It'll just be a few weeks, right? Wrong! The following week, after our last planned week off, BOOM! Lockdown in Scotland! And that was it. No more theatre company, basically. A few of us have seen each other around or met up for coffee since then, but the company is no more. And I really missed it. About a year or so ago, I was starting to look for something else - another company - to work with. It's going to sound like I'm right up my own backside, but I really did miss performing and acting. I mean, what is an actor that doesn't act?! And I didn't find anything, really. It's possible that I wasn't looking in the right place, but you know... And then a couple of weeks ago, a friend who also goes to the same Burlesque classes as me (more on that another time, I promise!) shared information about a local theatre company who were having read-throughs and auditions for Panto. And it just so happened to be in the same hall we used to rehearse in at the old church in Paisley! I persuaded another friend - who was also in the same theatre company pre-Lockdown as me - to go along and see what it was about. It's Sleeping Beauty they're doing this year. And the script is good! Afterwards, we went and had a later dinner in a pub before we got the train home and worked out that we hadn't been on stage since September 2019! We decided we'd both audition for Sleeping Beauty a couple of days later. Neither of us really had an idea of who we were to audition for - and we both had to sing. That was the kicker for me! The last time I sang in an audition was in 1999 when I was 17! And I did this last one acapella, too. Only because I couldn't find a backing track that I liked, though. I made it through one verse and the usually reliable stereo that lives in my head and plays music almost all of the time went wonky, like someone had pulled the plug out. The final group of auditions was yesterday as it so happens. And the cast list was made today! Well, guess who gets to play the evil fairy?! Villains are fun to play, aren't they? And guess who has lines to learn?! OH NO! I HAVE LINES TO LEARN! AND BLOCKING! I've always sucked a bit at learning blocking. I get it eventually, but it takes me a while. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. What if I've forgotten how to act? WHAT IF I FALL OFF THE STAGE?! I think rehearsals start next Monday. I'll keep you posted, I guess.

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Bet On It | Charlie Gillespie

Requested: I may have already requested this (or I may have dreamed it) - but I would love an imagine with Charlie and the reader having a bet. Charlie loses and has to get the readers name tattooed somewhere and his fans go INSANE. Can be either platonic or romantic, your choice.

A/N: This was too good to pass up. Hope you like it! And special thanks to @calamitykaty for helping me out again on this one! I appreciate your help and love so much! You are the best of the best! Love you! 💖

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tattoos

Song(s) used: Show Me How You Burlesque - Christina Aguilera

Words: 3,880

“Wanna bet on it?” was one of the first things he had ever said to you three years ago when you met him after your dance troupe had performed at the annual showcase.

You and Meghan Gillespie had been friends since you started taking dance classes when both of you were five. However, your friendship never expanded from dance classes. Both of you were totally fine with that.

This also meant neither of you had ever met each other's siblings, but that changed when you were seventeen and Charlie tapped your shoulder when you’d come up to greet your own family after the showcase. He’d complimented you on your dancing, and told you a little flustered that you had stolen the show. You didn’t even need to ask his name to know this was Charlie. He had the same bone structure and the same eyes Meghan did. She had told you about her siblings, mostly about Charlie since he was the closest in age and, according to her, the most annoying out of all her brothers.

The two of you talked the whole night, even long after everyone had gone. Most of it was absolute nonsense, but you loved getting to know him a little more aside from the stories you’d heard from Meghan. You enjoyed his presence and the way he carried himself and told his stories. This boy just seemed like the most excitable and passionate person you had ever met in your life. A lot of similarities to his sister, you noticed.

“Can I see you again soon?” he asked when the two of you wrapped up the night when it neared twelve am.

You had raised your eyebrow at his nervosity more than his question. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Charlie’s head snapped up at your question, his eyes wide and jaw tight. “Wha-What? Nah! I wouldn’t date my sister’s friend! Uhm, more like, uh… Like a platonic date!” he exclaimed a little too excitedly. He even added some finger guns to top it all off.

“All right, a platonic date it is,” you said as a teasing grin made its way to your features. “But you have to promise me one thing…” He nodded his head, encouraging you to go on. “You have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.”

A snicker raked through his body before he mimicked your teasing grin, “Wanna bet on it?”

Even though back then there was nothing at stake, he still lost the bet. You both did, technically. Because after that first ‘platonic’ date followed more dates that grew into non-platonic dates until he finally picked up the courage to kiss you on your doorstep.

Now three years later, you were working together on a second season of Julie and The Phantoms, both of you having been on the first season too. You as a background dancer and him as one of the leads of the show.

To say you were proud of him would be an understatement.

However, no one knew you were dating except for the closest people in your life. Meghan knew from the first ‘platonic’ date that this would be more than just a shallow friendship, and all your other friends and family were just happy you found each other. The cast of Julie and The Phantoms, however, were your biggest shippers. They loved to tease you both to the point where fans were suspicious, but you never made anything official. You kept telling them you were just best friends.

After a full day on a corona proof set, the two of you finally settle on the sofa of your shared apartment with Owen. Said third roommate still had to film a couple of scenes with Booboo, which meant the two of you had the space all to yourself.

Cuddled up on the couch, the two of you scroll through your phone, catching up on anything you’d missed on social media. You’d received a few comments on your latest Instagram story with Savannah and Tori, and even more on the ones with Charlie in them. Most of them told you they wanted you to do a live together soon.

“People are asking for a live,” you stated, showing some of the messages in your inbox.

“Then they shall receive,” Charlie replied and got up from the couch, making his way into the bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why he just left, but you were given answers when he returned with an acoustic in his hand. “They always love a good jam session,” he explained before handing you his phone so you could set up the live on his account since he had a lot more followers than you.

“Let’s see,” you mumbled as you pressed the button, letting the phone rest against a large candle on the coffee table. Names started popping up at the bottom of the screen while the little number in the right-hand corner raked up quickly. “Hey guys!”

“‘Sup!” Charlie shouted excitedly, a wide smile taking over his features while he tuned his guitar. “What do you guys wanna see from us today? Send us some requests for songs I should play or questions you want us to answer.”

A laugh escaped your mouth as you noticed a lot of the questions were about whether or not you were a couple. “No, we’re not together, we’re just best buddies.” You put your head on Charlie’s shoulder, smiling a toothy smile at the camera.

“Do you pull pranks on Owen or others from the cast?” Charlie read aloud as you pulled yourself up again, nodding your head in response. “Yeah, we pull pranks on each other all the time!”

“Yeah! I love to prank this one whenever I find him somewhere napping,” you chuckled, especially when you noticed his expression on the screen. His mouth ajar as his eyes went from left to right. “I swear, this boy can sleep anywhere!”

“Don’t expose me like that!” he cried out, which made you burst out with laughter to the point where you even let out a snort. You couldn’t hold yourself anymore at how offended he was by all of this, you were practically cackling. “Okay, if we’re exposing each other, you’re always dancing. ALWAYS,” he put emphasis on the last ‘always’. His eyes widened at the word as well as his voice growing louder.

You stopped laughing at this, suddenly turning serious. “That’s my job, Char,” you deadpanned. Charlie wasn’t Charlie if he let it go so quickly.

“Yeah, on set and maybe at practice, but you dance everywhere,” he turned to the camera, “Seriously, she dances in the shower, on the toilet, at catering, in bed,...” he stopped himself upon realizing he’d said a tiny bit too much.

“People are asking how you know all that, Charlie. How do you know all of that?” you teased along, knowing he had dug himself a hole and you loved to see him squirm to get him out.

“Because I… Come on, y/n, we’re best friends, we fall asleep in the same bed all the time,” he quickly saved himself in a very nonchalant, very Charlie way. You couldn’t help the smirk tugging at one corner of your lip, thinking ‘Nice save, Gillespie’.

“But that’s still not as bad as sleeping everywhere,” you countered, your face still overtaken by that smirk. “I bet I could get a whole album of pictures of you sleeping anywhere.”

This claim made Charlie’s head snap up, a feeling of dejavu rushing through his mind. This suddenly felt very familiar since both of you had been in a situation like this before, both pulling the short straw.

“Wanna bet on it?” he declared, his eyebrows nearly reaching up to his hairline.

Your tongue glided across your turned up lips as you replied, “What’s at stake?”

“Let’s see what they think. Guys! Help us out with this bet, please! What should be at stake?”

Dozens of replies came in, but your eyes fell on one in particular. “The loser has to get the winner’s name tattooed in a place of the winner’s choice!” you read aloud, pointing at the screen where the comment used to be. “Yes! Okay! So, let’s say we have to each get ten pictures of videos by -- it’s now Tuesday, so Monday?” Charlie nodded his head in agreement. “First one to get ten wins.”

Charlie held his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly did so, sealing the bet.

“Get ready to get tatted for the first time, baby,” Charlie quipped with a smirk.

“Oh, no, Char. I’m gonna leave this a blank canvas,” you responded, gliding your hands over your ribcage and down to your sides for emphasis. “You better get ready to get ‘y/n’ tattooed in big block letters across your chest!” You patted his pecs before adding with a giggle, “No ragrets.”

He let out a chuckle at the meme reference before turning to the phone again. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes talking to the fans on Instagram live, playing them some songs and teasing one another non-stop. The fans were pretty certain you were a thing by now, but you still insisted all this was just a really close friendship.

By the next day, everyone knew about the bet and was willing to help both of you out. Though, most of them told you afterwards they were on your side all the way.

Savannah skipped over to you when you were waiting at the Hollywood Ghost Club set, getting ready for the last rehearsal before you’d start filming the scene tomorrow. You were going over the steps in your head until she spoke up. “Have you caught Charlie yet today?” she asked with a smirk. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head.

“No, haven’t really stopped today, so I haven’t seen him much either.” This made you realize you kind of missed him and were up for a cuddle right about now. “Why? Have you seen him somewhere?”

The mischievous look in her eyes spoke a thousand words. “Gimme your phone, I’ll go take a picture, so you can stay here.” You mull over the option for a second before deciding against it.

“No, that’s not very fair. I’ll just go and look for him after this rehearsal and hope he’ll still be napping.” Savannah shrugged at your response before tucking a strand of hair of yours behind your ears.

“Suit yourself, he’s in the breakroom.” You made a mental note of that. “You’re so soft for him, it’s adorable,” she uttered as a tender smile found its way to her lips. “I’ll let you get to rehearsal and I’ll make sure no one wakes Charlie before you can get to him, okay?”

You shot her a thankful smile, “Yeah, thanks, Sav.” She kissed your cheek before walking away to wherever she needed to go.

Thankfully, Charlie was indeed still asleep by the time you made it to the breakroom. He looked adorable all curled up on the small sofa with his arms wrapped around his own stomach. With an endeared smile, you grabbed your phone from the pocket of your sweater and snapped a picture before making your way over to him and squatting down in front of the couch. Softly, you brushed a strand of hair off his forehead before combing through the luscious mop of brown locks.

He stirred slightly and squeezed his eyes tighter before they fluttered open. When they met yours, a soft, sleepy smile lit up his face. With a beam mirroring his, you said to him, “You look very cuddly up here, mind if I join you?” He scooted over and turned to his side, answering your question without words. You joined him on the small couch and rested your forehead on his chest, shutting your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne.

“You took a picture, didn’t you?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You giggled, which was enough for him to know that you did.

“One point y/n, Charlie zero,” you said and kissed his shirt-covered chest.

“Oh, I’ll get my revenge, Bubba, I promise you!” He poked you in the ribs, making you squirm in his arms. “But let’s nap first until they need us again.”

When Charlie promised something, he stuck to it. So, during lunch that same day, you stood in line with Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Tori and some of the other dancers, chatting a bit while music played from the speakers in the spacious area where everyone was either already eating or queueing to get food.

“You really never know if you--” you cut yourself off once your ears picked up on the song that was playing in the background. “Oh my God! I know the choreo to this one. Tori, you do too, right?!”

You put the plate you were holding on top of Savannah’s while Tori and some of the other dancers gave theirs to the other girls. Tori and Sam, one of the dancers you were closest with, got up on the table. Chuckling, you watched as a few others followed their example, and you quickly give in too.

“Hit it up, get it up, won’t let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque”

You’ve loved this movie since it came out ten years ago. Your mother showed you some videos of you dancing in front of the tv, trying to imitate the dancers. It was pretty hilarious to see a ten-year-old do this dance.

Right now though, you were ready to show off in front of everyone with some of the greatest dancers on this crew. Moments like these were proof that you were born to be a dancer.

“A little bit of naughty, it's a little bit nice She’s a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex, spice Shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut Give a little what, what Up on the tables we’ll be dancing all night”

Little did you know that Charlie had walked in with Owen, Jeremy and Booboo just as you’d started to dance. He was quick enough to grab his phone from his pocket and film it. Even though he loved the fact that it was now a tie, he couldn’t help but smile proudly at the girl he’d fallen in love with three years ago.

This was his favorite side of yours. You were in your element on the dance floor -- or table in this case. He just loved how confident you were and how free you seemed. While you’d be kind of shy when around new people, nobody would notice that when you’re dancing. He found it incredibly sexy to see you up there.

You groaned as Charlie held his hand out to help you down the table when you’d finished the impromptu performance. With a smirk, he said, “1-1, Bubba,” and pressed a kiss to your flustered cheek.

“I hate you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t withhold the smile tugging at your lips. He looked so chuffed with his victory, even if it was a small one. You wanted to grant him this one win.

The one win quickly turned into eight more, for the both of you, by Saturday.

Match point.

There was a mutual agreement to pause the bet on Sunday since the two of you had a day off and were going to sleep and dance around the apartment while cleaning up anyway, so that wouldn’t be fair. But on Monday, it was game on.

You were certain you were going to win. All you had to do is find Charlie when you knew he didn’t have to film anything and try to withhold yourself from dancing if it wasn’t a part of the filming or rehearsal progress.

By noon, you had succeeded in one department. The only thing left to do now, was find Charlie. You knew he had an hour off for lunch and that he’d spent twenty minutes of it taking a power nap somewhere on set. The only downside was, that you had no clue where he could possibly be sleeping now.

“Mads! Jer!” you exclaimed when you saw Madison and Jeremy walking up to you with sandwiches in their hands. “Have you guys seen Charlie anywhere?” The two glanced at each other before giving you a look that screamed ‘seriously, y/n?’.

“What’s the best napping spot in the entire studio and isn’t used for anything today?” Jeremy asked as a way of responding to your question.

Your eyes widened as the image of the bed popped into your head. You quickly muttered, “Thank you!” before hurrying your way to the set that holds Julie Molina’s bedroom. And there, smack in the middle of the bed, cuddled up to a pink cushion, lied your boyfriend.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you nervously grabbed your phone and snapped a few pictures to make sure there was at least one that wasn’t blurry. Your hands were shaking way too much from the excitement, but you couldn’t just let this one pass. You had to win. If not just to prove a point.

You rapidly scrolled through the photos and when you saw one that was in focus, you shrieked and leapt onto the bed on top of Charlie. He let out a groan at the sudden weight pressing down on his body as he shook awake.

“I won, bitch!” you screamed out, doing a happy dance as you straddled his lap.

He rubbed his eyes like a toddler whilst giggling like one too before placing his hands on your thighs and saying, “I didn’t think you’d find me here.” He started rubbing up and down your jeans-cladded legs, a pout tugging at his bottom lip.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Seriously? This is the most infamous napping spot of the entire studio! I immediately came here when I couldn’t find you in your regular spot in the breakroom.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows at you.

“Someone else told you I was here, didn’t they?”

“Yep, definitely.”

He groaned and then flipped you over, so you were lying next to him, and you let out a shriek before it turned into a giggle. “I already know where you’re gonna put my name too,” you mumbled. You pressed your forehead against his while tracing a heart on his chest, right above his heart.

His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed your forehead. Placing it back, he muttered, “Let me guess, on my left pec, so you’re forever in my heart?” You simply hummed in response, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend. “Why are you so predictable?”

“Shut up, you love me.”

Butterflies welled up in his belly as you said that. He loved the overconfident way you always said those words. They were true. Very true and he loved that you knew that. But that didn’t take away the fun into actually reminding you too.

“That’s true.”

The following day, you took Charlie to the tattoo parlor to get his tattoo. You had told him a thousand times he didn’t have to do it, that knowing you were the winner sufficed, but he just replied with a, “No, I want that tattoo.”

The tattoo artist asked if you had a design in mind, so you handed her the slip of paper on which you had perfectly written your name in cursive and told her where to put it. She simply stated, “You got great handwriting,” before showing you and Charlie to the back.

“Film this for Insta, babe, so the people know I lost,” Charlie had ordered you sweetly as he tugged his shirt over his body, handing it over to you while he sat down.

You grabbed your phone and started filming when the tattoo artist, whose name was CeCe, she’d said, started on his tattoo. Charlie looked up at you, biting his lip, and then reaching out to you. Without asking him what was wrong, you swung his shirt over your shoulder and took his hand with the one you weren’t filming with. He squeezed hard, nearly bone-crushingly hard, but you let him. After all, it was kind of your fault he was there in the first place.

When CeCe had finished and put a protective band-aid on it, Charlie grabbed his shirt from your shoulder, and kissed you on the lips sweetly. You paid for the work and time CeCe had put into this, said your goodbyes, and headed back home.

Pretty much every single one of the cast was waiting at your place, ready to see the finished product. However, Charlie wasn’t allowed to take the covering off yet. It needed to stay there for two to four hours before he could take it off.

And once he did, you were surprised to not only see your name on his chest, but also your favorite flower worked into it beautifully. Confused and surprised, you looked up at Charlie.

“When did you even tell her to do that?” you asked as everyone started to take pictures of the tattoo and of the interaction between the two of you.

“Called in beforehand,” he simply shrugged. Shaking your head, you leaned up and planted a kiss to his lips. Even though it was bat-shit crazy he even went through with tattooing your name on his chest, the fact he added an element of you made it extra special.

That night, Charlie posted the video of him getting his tattoo on his Instagram stories while you made a compilation post of all ten of the sleeping Charlie pictures you had accumulated in the last week, along with a picture of his tattoo.

@Yourinstahandle: Victory is mine! You are absolutely crazy. I can’t believe you went through with this. At least now I’m forever embedded on your heart and I’ll be yours forever. 💖 @Charles_Gillespie

And with that, you immediately went Instagram official too. Following your example, Charlie shared a picture of his brand new tattoo as well.

@Charles_Gillespie: Wanna bet on it? Forever mine 💖 @Yourinstahandle

When he joined you in bed that night, you went to lie down on his chest, only to receive a painful hiss from him, causing you to shoot up again. “GAH! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” you shouted, and looked at him in shock.

“It’s fine,” he muttered and went to pull you back but you refused to.

“No, Char, I’m not gonna hurt you for an entire night,” you grumble and crawl across his legs to lie down on his other side. “This feels weird.” You rested your head against the non-painful side of his chest. “But better than no cuddles.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have won, so I wouldn’t be in pain right now,” he responded, followed by a small chuckle, letting you know he was just joking.

“You are the most ridiculous person I have ever met,” you muttered. Before closing your eyes, you quickly leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Wanna bet on it?”

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties!! here is the long awaited part 9!! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did whilst writing it!! a big thank you goes to @emwritesfootball for proofing this part & making sure its up to scratch for all of you lovely readers! Let me know what you think babes hehehe!! Love Always, Steph xx

Part 9. | nona parte

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The season kicked off in the middle of August and Amelia had been more than prepared for her first match in the premier league. She spent day after day analysing the players in the first team, introducing them to the magical world of rehearsed tactics. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for the brilliant girl; she had to learn how to implement the plays coupled with the speed of the game. But so far, so good. Chelsea have been winning and her plays have been working, the boys were getting the hang of it - no matter how apprehensive they were at the start.

Jorgi played a big part in demonstrating the success of the play, performing best in his midfield role to guide the game and direct the change in play to his teammates. By the time they had played a few fixtures, they had really gotten the hang of her approach to set pieces and began to put their trust in the young girl. They were starting to see results and wanted to keep the winning streak going while they could. The fourth fixture in the new season was one that Amelia was looking forward to, personally: Chelsea v Aston Villa, Stamford Bridge, 3pm kick off.

Jack and Amelia had grown closer and closer, FaceTime‘dates’ as Jack would call them, a weekly occurrence. She had spoken to him just as much as she had spoken to Jorgi - and they were still carpooling to and from Cobham together. Her friendship with Jack was full of easy conversation and flirtatious banter, teetering over the line of friendship but being that they were kept physically apart, the friendship line remained largely intact. One person that had drifted even further away from her, despite her believing that it couldn't be possible, was Ben Chilwell.

Every time she walked into a room that he was in, if he didn't have to be there he would immediately leave. Amelia didn’t understand what the problem was. Yeah sure, they were flirty together in Mykonos but they never crossed a line together, no matter how many times the wine went straight to their heads. If anything, she should be the one running away from him. She was the one who sent him a couple of messages here and there that he just opened. She spoke to Mason, Jorgi, Billy Gilmour - who was another one of the boys she had developed a strong friendship with - and all of them insisted they didn’t understand their friend's strange behaviour.

On the evening before the Villa match, Amelia was laying on the couch in her townhouse binge watching yet another docu-series on Netflix when her doorbell rang. This was strange, most people that came past the house these days had their own set of keys (her parents, her brother, Jorgi) or they texted to let her know they were outside. Her townhouse was three stories high, so if she was upstairs on the top level vacuuming the chances of her hearing the door were slim to none. Either way, she got up off of her loveseat and walked to the front door, peeking through the peephole - she lived in London, alone, she wasn’t opening that door until she knew exactly who was on the other side.

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“To what do I owe this visit, Benjamin?”

“Hi, Mils.”

“Wow, nickname basis already - I thought only friends called each other by their nicknames.”

“Did you think we weren’t friends?”

“Well, friends don’t treat friends the way you’ve treated me since the evening I left Mykonos.”

With a sigh, Ben looked down at his feet. I did feel a small bit of guilt for that one, but he deserved it. Continuing to find the cracks in the marble step of my door’s threshold more interesting than facing my expression, I took a step back and forced Ben to look up at me.

“Well, are you going to come inside? I’ve got the kettle on and a really good series going that I would like to get back to.”

With a charming smile, Ben took a step forward, took the door handle out of my hand and shut it behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he followed me down the short hallway to my kitchen and pulled a seat out at the island bench.

“So, really now - why are you here? Nervous about tomorrow?” I questioned as I took two cups out of the cupboard and brewed one tea for him, one coffee for me. 3 years in Italy and coffee in the evening became the norm for me. It was my comfort drink.

“I’m here to apologise for the way I've been acting towards you for the past six weeks. I’ll be honest, I don’t know why I’ve been like this”

“Cut the crap Ben, you know exactly why you’ve been doing it. Now tell me the truth or, as far as I'm concerned, you never came here tonight and tomorrow we will be back to how we were yesterday - you running away from me and me pretending that it doesn't bother me. Even though all it does is bother me.” Not expecting that outburst to come out of me, and to be fair neither did I, Ben looked me in the eye and stayed silent, choosing his next words carefully.

“The first time I saw you, the night you told your brother off in the rec room at St. George’s Park, I thought you were the most determined woman I had ever seen in my life. Not scared of the 30 grown men who were very obviously all on the same side, literally. Then the next time I saw you, after the final match, how you comforted your brother when you were at the highest of highs and he was lower than low, I thought you had more compassion than every person in that stadium put together.”

“When you came to SGP again the next day and delivered the tactical analysis of the game you won, I thought ‘wow she is so intellectually brilliant’. And then when you turned up in Mykonos, all sunkissed and relaxed, sitting next to me and involving me in conversation with my pals but making me feel like you wanted my contribution...I remember it like it was yesterday. Amelia, you smiled at me and my heart did a somersault in my chest.”

“You shut me down outside the club that evening, and when we came back inside I caught the end of your conversation with Jorgi about Fede. Putting two and two together, I understood all that I needed to. The few days after that we carried on like normal. Then, you left and I didn't know if I would ever see you again to be fair. When you messaged me, I got too nervous to reply because I didn't know how to just be your friend. And then when I thought I had finally gotten through a day without thinking about my friend's little sister, you showed up at Cobham as my tactical analyst. I didn’t know what to do Mils, I don't know how to be just your friend when I've had nothing but unfriendly thoughts about you since the first time I saw you command that room of men you had never met in your life.”

The whistle of the kettle ringing out behind me is the only noise filling the kitchen. I’m staring at Ben; he’s staring back at me with nothing but truth behind his eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

“Benj, what you were feeling, what you are feeling is totally valid and I never want you to feel like you can’t share those feelings with me. You’re right, Mykonos changed things for me. What you were feeling was reciprocated, but Ben, I was going back to Italy. At that exact moment, I had no idea I would end up here. I thought I was enjoying a break before another high-intensity season in Italy. I wanted to kiss you so badly at the club that night, but I knew it would only hurt you. I’m used to being hurt, it's a feeling I've grown to expect. But you, you’re too pure to experience the kind of hurt that comes along with knowing you’re making a bad decision, but doing it anyway, because I wanted to be selfish with your heart.”

“Amelia, can I ask you something?” I nodded, holding my breath as I braced myself for the question poised behind his eyes. “If you were in the mood to be selfish, what would have come from that evening?”

“I can probably show you better than I can tell you,”

Walking around the island bench, I pulled the back of Ben’s chair slightly so he pivoted towards me. Standing in between his tracksuit-covered legs, I ran both hands up his arms until I got to his neck and finally beside his face. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled his face towards mine and our lips met. It was as soft as a butterfly kiss but as powerful as anything I had ever felt before. His hands wound around my waist and settled themselves on the small of my back before travelling down and giving my backside a gentle caress, forcing a laugh out of my lips and straight into his mouth. Pulling away slightly, so we both had a bit of breathing space to sort out our lightheadedness, Ben spoke his next words very softly.

“I need you to promise me something, Amelia.You need to promise me that you will stop thinking about my heart before your own. I am old enough to make my own decisions, and the decision to ignore you for these past few weeks has been one of the worst ones I've made in a really long time. But I did make it, and it was because I got scared, and I hurt you, and I am so sorry. The decision to come here tonight however, I feel like it more than makes up for that one very very stupid one”

“You’re such a smooth talker, Benj.”

“Say my name again, Mils, you don’t know what it does to me.”

“Down boy, your tea is going cold and I need to find out who killed Sophie in West Cork.Meet me in the lounge.”

A few hours had passed and it was nearing 10pm, well past Amelia’s bed time, but Ben was still sitting on her couch, feet on the table (despite her telling him to remove them) and arm around the back of her shoulders.

“Chilly, I don’t want you to think I'm not interested in you because I so am, I just don’t want to rush into anything. What I left behind in Italy was complicated and heavy; I'm still trying to learn how to exist without him if I'm honest. I want you to just give me the space I need to grow into my own here in the city, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it's okay, Mils. From what Jorgi has told me about Fede, I can understand why you want to take it slow now. But please, don’t call me Chilly. My friends call me Chilly, and Mills. I thought I made it clear before that I don’t want to be your friend.”

“To me, you’re Benj. Thank you. Wait - what do you mean what Jorgi has told you about Fede?”

“I may have asked a couple times about you, and for the record, he is team Bamelia.”

“Bamelia? That is the ugliest word I have ever heard. Never use it again.”

“How can it be ugly? It's mostly your name, and nothing associated with you could ever be considered anything less than beautiful.”

“Stop being so smooth Benj, you’re going to make me blush in a minute.”

“Good, can’t wait to see how you could possibly look even cuter than you do right now.”

“That’s enough Benjamin.”

“Okay I’m done now.”

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Request: Hi! This is oddly specific so no worries if you don’t do it but I was wondering if you could do a Spencer X y/n where he (and the team) find out that Y/N has gymnastics training or trapeze training or aerial silk training and Spencer is just like 🤩 Thanks! Love your writing!!

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I’m not gonna front and say this one wasn’t a challenge to think of a good concept for. All I knew is I wanted to make it about aerial silk because it’s such an amazing talent. To my surprise, this turned out better than I expected and I hope you really enjoy it! Btw do you do gymnastics, trapeze and/or aerial silk? If so, kudos to you! (Btw I left the song choice up in the air, but while I was writing I was listening to The Weeknd - Loft Music)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None

Word count: 2.8k

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“I know it’s the weekend and all, but you’re sure in a rush, Y/N,” Morgan remarked.

You were running late for your dress rehearsal for your aerial silk performance at an open talent show taking place at National Theatre DC. You had done aerial silk dancing for years as a hobby. It was hard keeping up with it while working at the BAU, but an old instructor of yours contacted you about the opportunity. You thought it was a great chance to finally display your hobby to the masses.

“I’m running late for an appointment,” you said as you grabbed your bag.

“Oh? A Friday night “appointment” huh? Who’s the lucky guy?” Morgan asked.

You chuckled. “Not that sort of appointment, player.”

“Damn, I thought a certain someone finally made a move on you,” he said.

You were going to ignore his comment and be on your way, but you were curious about what he just said. You raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile on your face. You went up to his desk and sat on the edge of it.

“Certain someone?” You asked.

He chuckled. “Oh yes, a certain someone. Matter of fact here he comes now.”

Morgan looked over your shoulder, so you followed his gaze. You saw Spencer walking up to you guys with a smile as he nervously latched his right hand onto his satchel strap. You didn’t think he liked you more than a friend, but according to Morgan it seemed as if you were missing something. So much for being a profiler.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy this weekend? I know you love classic French Noir films and they’re playing Pépé Le Moko tomorrow night, so I was wondering if you wanted to go watch it together,” Spencer asked.

You looked at him surprised before looking back at Morgan. He gave you his favourite expression: I told you so. You looked back at Spencer. He had an eager, glowing smile on his face. You were close to saying yes to him just by his enthusiasm.

You sighed. “I can’t this Saturday, Spence. I have a commitment I already have. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s no problem. I should have asked you earlier,” he said.

“Yes, you should have,” Morgan chimed in.

Spencer gave Morgan a strong glare as he was getting ready to say something. Before you were put in-between another fight of theirs, you grabbed onto Spencer’s upper arm and gently squeezed. You were kind of surprised to feel a little muscle on him.

“Spence, have you been working out?” You asked.

He blushed. “Not really by choice. Morgan’s been forcing me to join him on his gym sessions.”

You looked over at Morgan. “You’re forcing Spence to work out?”

He shrugged and put on a sly smirk. “What can I say? I thought we should all gain as much upper body strength as you have, Y/N.”

“I don’t have any upper body strength,” you said.

Spencer grabbed your right bicep and gently squeezed it. You looked at him as he had his thinking face on. He soon noticed you looking at him which led him to let go of your arm and awkwardly clear his throat.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. I was just admiring your bicep form. It’s well developed, even more than Morgan’s,” he said.

You giggled. “I don’t think my little muscles can compare to Morgan’s.”

“This time the kid might have a point. You have some serious bicep action on you. What’s your secret?” Morgan asked.

You hadn’t exactly told anyone on the team about your aerial silk training. You kind of liked keeping this certain talent hidden from the rest of the team. You were also nervous if you had them watch it would be the one time you’d mess up and break your arm. It was silly for you to think the worst would happen if your friends saw you perform since they were your safety net.

“I’ll tell you two another time, but for now I’m running late. See you two Monday,” you said as you picked up your bag.

“Have a great weekend, Y/N,” Spencer said.

You turned around and waved. “You too. Tell me how the movie is on Monday.”

“Will do,” he said.

You turned back around to make your way out of the bullpen. From behind you could hear the clacking of heels running towards you. You knew exactly who it was before you turned around.

“Y/N, hold on,” you heard Garcia say.

You looked at your watch. It was nearly six o’clock and you weren’t even out in the parking lot yet. You turned around and put up your wrist to show Garcia.

“Pen, I have to go,” you said.

“But I was wondering if you wanted to go-“

“Really, Pen, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

You rushed towards the elevator before she could chase after you. You didn’t want to be any later than you were already running. Whatever she had to tell you she would just text or call you about it if it was important.

Your dress rehearsal went well and you were proud of your performance. You thought your choice of song added to the performance immensely. You felt as if you were dancing on air and you didn’t even think of all of your muscles having to work on overdrive to make sure you didn’t fall. You didn’t even think you worked this hard to take down an unsub.

You were on your way to the change room to get dressed and go get something to eat. You were starving since you didn’t have any time to stop and get food. Your food would have to wait a little while longer since you heard your instructor call out your name. You turned around to see him walking up to you.

“What’s up, Sam?” You asked.

“Well, I noticed you hadn’t asked for tickets for your guests. There are a few extra tickets if you have anyone to give them to,” he said.

You shook your head. “Thanks, Sam, but I don’t have anyone to give them to.”

He raised a questionable eyebrow. “Really? No one from your job? No friends you want to invite? Family?”

“My family lives in another state and so do most of my friends and the rest are busy this weekend. Thanks for looking out though,” you said before turning around.

“How about your coworkers?” He asked.

“They’re busy,” you said as you started walking away.

“Well, can you at least think about inviting some people? It would be nice if people in your circle could see how talented you are,” he said.

You stopped walking and turned around to look at him. He stared at you with such a proud expression on and you couldn’t help giving in to him. All he wanted was the best for you because he thought you were the best.

You stuck out your hand. “Give me the tickets.”

His face lit up as he reached into his pockets and pulled out the extra tickets. There were only two extra tickets. As you took them from him, you pondered on who you would end up inviting.

“Can’t wait for your performance tomorrow, Y/N. I’m sure your friends will enjoy it,” he said.

You smiled. “They sure will.”

With that little exchange over and done with, you went to the change room to get ready to go enjoy the rest of your night. It was the perfect night to grab some pizza, lose yourself in the universe of YouTube and fall asleep on your couch. What you really couldn’t wait for was relaxing all your muscles in a hot bath.

As you changed, you thought about the two extra tickets. It would be nice to have someone or in your case two people from the team to come by and watch you. In your head though you couldn’t get over this worry of embarrassing yourself in front of them. It was whatever to mess up in front of people you didn’t know, but in front of people you saw nearly every day was nerve-racking.

You took out your phone from your bag and went to your most recent text messages. You didn’t see a text from Garcia which meant whatever she had to ask you wasn’t that important or she found someone else to fill your spot. Either way you were glad she didn’t message you. You wouldn’t be able to bear her sad, puppy look if you rejected her invitation to any sort of outing.

You would ask Garcia to come but she seemed as if she had other plans in mind. There was JJ or Emily you could ask but JJ was busy on the weekends being a mom and Emily was always busy doing kid-free activities. Inviting Hotch or Rossi would be cute because they were like father figures to you, but at the same time you kind of liked them to be father figures from afar. Morgan probably wouldn’t shut up about your strength for weeks and encourage you to tackle more unsubs, so he was out of the question.

You opened your text conversation with Spencer. He liked artistic performances and according to Morgan he also liked you. It would be the perfect opportunity for you two to bond beyond work. Maybe you’d even take him out for ice cream after to celebrate. You’d have to make sure he’d take his Lactaid first though to make his ice cream experience enjoyable.

You started to type out the question you were dreading to ask anyone on your team. I’m performing an aerial silk routine. Interested in coming? I have extra tickets. You stared at it for a long while before erasing the whole thing and stuffing your phone back in your bag. You couldn’t gain the courage to do it and you knew that. You just took the extra tickets so Sam would stop begging you to bring people to the show.

In due time you would let the team know about your hidden talent, but your first public performance wasn’t the best time to debut it. You’d probably give the tickets to some people on the street and hope they would attend. You picked up your coat and bag to start your journey home. You had a long night of pizza, baths and nerves to overcome.

You paced back and forth as you waited for the act before you to finish. You were closing the show, so your adrenaline was pumping hard. The pressure you felt to end the show with a bang was unreal. You just wanted to represent the artistry of aerial silk as best as you could.

“Ready for your big break?” You heard Sam say from behind you.

You turned around to look at him. “Born ready.”

He chuckled. “With all that pacing you’re doing, it’s hard to believe that statement.”

“Oh, so you’re a profiler now too huh?”

“Not a chance. I’ll leave all that psychological horror to you, but I do know you’re nervous about your performance. I’m here to tell you you shouldn’t be, you’re amazing at what you do.”

You smiled. “I guess so.”

“Well, I know so. Especially with your friends in the crowd, you’ll feel even more confident.”

You were silent. He looked at you confused and then in shock. You quickly looked away from him before he could inquire about the tickets. It was too late for that plan though.

“You didn’t invite your friends? What did you do with the tickets?” He asked.

“Gave it to this lovely couple on my way home yesterday. Rachel and Keith are sitting in the front row as we speak,” you said.

“You what? Y/N,” he said in frustration.

“Do you hear that? I think I’m up next,” you said as you scurried on stage.

You walked to the centre of the stage and let your silks drop down to your sides. The crowd was cheering already which made you feel good inside. As you looked out into the crowd you could see Rachel and Keith, who were ecstatic to be there. You smiled as you continue to scan the audience with your eyes.

Your eyes widened when you saw a curly-haired man along with two blonde women, a dark-haired woman, a dark-haired man, an older man and a bald man. You squinted your eyes just to make sure you weren’t seeing things from the bright lights messing with your sight. It was true though, your whole team was there.

Before you could even process anything, the music started to play which meant your routine had to start as well. You decided it was time to just let it happen. Obviously some greater power in the universe decided to bring your fears to the light and have you overcome them.

You grabbed onto your silks and started to gracefully entangle yourself in them. You made sure your feet weren’t too loose and your hands were holding onto the silks tightly. You swung, you flipped and you dropped in one swift motion.

The cheer from the crowd was unbelievable. You had to admit it was even better knowing the team was cheering along with them. Sam might have been onto something when he told you the satisfaction of hearing the crowd cheer for you was worth it. All the nerves, all the rehearsing, all the sore muscles. He was right.

Every move you did, you made sure it was done flawlessly. You felt on top of the world as if you were floating in the clouds. Nothing was on your mind besides the lyrics floating in your head as you did your whole routine. In no time you were done your routine and found yourself not wanting it to end. The only thing keeping you alive in the bittersweet moment was the crowd giving you a standing ovation. You even heard Garcia scream at the top of her longs with praise.

You bowed and then the rest of the performers came out on stage to take their bows. The crowd kept getting louder to the point where you couldn’t even feel your adrenaline pumping heart anymore. It felt amazing to drown the sound out with praise and love from everyone. Especially your supportive team.

After you got changed, you went out to greet the team as they stayed around after to wait for you. You waved at them with a huge, goofy smile on your face. They all started clapping for you again with big smiles on themselves.

“Glad you guys liked it. How did you even decide to come here?” You asked.

“Well, little speed boat, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to this talent show on Saturday, but you left so fast I didn’t have the chance to. I then proceeded to get everyone on board with me to come see the show and to our very surprise you were on the pamphlet,” Garcia explained.

You blushed. “Well, thanks for coincidentally coming out to watch.”

“Why didn’t you tell us about this before? We would have definitely come,” JJ said.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I was just nervous about messing up in front of you guys. I’ve never performed in front of an audience before, so everything was very high risk for me tonight.”

“Well, you pulled it off. Congratulations,” Hotch said.

“Thanks so much, sir,” you said.

“You did so great tonight, Y/N. Reid over here was so starstruck that I think he was drooling a little,” Morgan said as he playfully punched the side of Spencer’s face.

Spencer sighed in frustration. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N. I was not drooling, but I was definitely pleasantly surprised by your act.”

“He was totally drooling,” Emily said.

“Jaw on the floor,” Garcia said.

“Eyes wide in amazement,” Morgan said.

You smiled as they just kept describing how Spencer looked while you were on stage. You looked over at Spencer. His face was practically red, but he tried his best to hide it with his hand.

“Okay, kids, that’s enough bickering for the night. Dinner’s on me. I’m feeling for Italian,” Rossi interrupted.

“You’re always feeling for Italian,” Spencer said.

“I’m trying to help you get out of this situation and you’re coming for me?” Rossi said.

Spencer instantly looked away as if nothing ever left his mouth. Everyone else laughed as they followed Rossi out of the theatre. You and Spencer trailed along behind everyone. You grabbed his bicep again. Not to squeeze it, but to hold it close to you. He noticed and looked at you with his face still red.

“You know, even though Garcia, Morgan and Emily’s claims were exaggerated, I thought you were incredible tonight,” Spencer said.

You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m glad you think so. Seriously though, were you as starstruck as they claimed? Even a little?”

He smiled. “Maybe just a little.”

You giggled. “I’ll make sure to set up a VIP for you the next time I perform.”

He chuckled. “I’d love that.”

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