#Zach Turner fanfic

[stephstars08]

Opposites Attract

Zach Turner x Reader

Warnings: Some Adult Language, Insecurities, Anxiety, Mention of Past Trauma, Arguing, Harsh Break-up, Low Self-Esteem, Angst, Fluff, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any)

Summary: Y/N has the biggest crush on Zach but she’s too shy to even say a word to him. She also believes that since they are complete opposites he wouldn’t want to be with a girl like him but one night changes all of those thoughts.

Word Count: 2,218

It’s now been three months since the Turner family had the scare of their lives. All four members of the family have been going to therapy due to the traumatic things they went through and saw. Everyone is doing so much better especially Zach. They actually feel like a family which they haven’t felt like one in a very long time. Before Zach seemed to want nothing to do with his family and just wanted to be with his friends but after almost losing his sister and dad, he wants to spend time with them as much as he can.

Y/N is somewhat closed to the Turner family since she tutors Zach’s little sister, Emily in Social Studies so she’s always at the Turner’s household at least two days a week. However, this week is different since both of Y/N’s parents are going to be away for the week so she’s going to be staying at the Turner’s house in the guest room. Emily is so happy and excited to have Y/N stay with them since she adores her. Even though Y/N tutors Zach’s sister and they go to the same school they are complete strangers since Y/N hangs out with the smart group while Zach hangs out with the popular group.

Y/N does wish that her and Zach have some kind of bond since she does have a growing crush on him. She has noticed a change in him since the accident. He is starting to spend a lot more time with his family. Before the accident when Y/N would be at the house to tutor Emily, Zach would either not be home or he would be hiding upstairs in his room.

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It was Y/N’s first morning in the Turner’s family’s house. She just got getting changed into a fresh pair of clothes for school and made her way out of the guest bedroom that was located downstairs. She walked into the kitchen to see Zach and Emily sitting at the table eating breakfast while Mrs. Turner was fixing her a plate. “Good morning, Y/N!” Mrs. Turner said with a soft smile. “Did you sleep alright?” Mrs. Turner asked her. “Yes, thank you so much for letting me stay here.” Y/N said with a kind smile. “It’s no problem, dear. Come sit down and eat.” Mrs. Turner reassured setting down a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon down in front of the empty seat next to Emily.

Y/N felt her nerves start to race since she is going to be sitting right across from Zach. This is going to be the closest she’s ever going to be near him. He probably won’t even notice her sitting there since he’s texting someone on his phone, so she walked over to the table and sat down next to Emily.

“Hurry up and eat. We have to leave soon.” Mrs. Turner told the kids and walked away so she could clean the kitchen up a little. As Y/N ate Emily was saying how excited she was to have her living with them for a week and everything they can do together. “Why don’t we watch a movie together tonight?” Emily asked Y/N. “Sure, sounds good to me.” Y/N told her and took a bite from one of the strips of bacon. “What about you Zach?” Emily said looking at her brother who was just staring down at his phone in his hands. At first Zach didn’t hear her but when she said his name for the second time, he looked up at her. “I’m sorry. What was the question?” Zach said putting his phone down onto the table next to his plate. “Do you want to watch a movie with Y/N and I tonight?” Emily asked him in a curious tone. When Zach looked at Y/N she quickly looked down at her plate of food. “Sure.” Zach said looking back at Emily with a nod.

Y/N could feel her heart race when Zach said he would join her and Emily tonight. Fuck, when is she going to get over this shy behavior.

As Y/N ate her breakfast she would sneak a glance at Zach who again put his attention back onto his phone. Y/N knew something was going on with Zach, but she didn’t have the courage to say anything. Also, even if she did ask what was bothering him why would he tell her? He barely knows her.

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Y/N was at school standing in the hallway at her locker. She was taking some of her textbooks out of her locker and putting them into her book bag. After she zipped up her bag, she saw Zach at his locker talking to two of his guy friends. She couldn’t help but stare. She watched him laugh at something one of his friends said to him. Her favorite thing about Zach has to be his smile. He just has that smile that just makes a girl’s heart rate speed up. Why is it so fucking hard to just say one fucking word to him?

“Okay, you seriously need to stop with the staring thing.” A voice said behind Y/N which startled her but relaxed when she saw that it was just her best friend Annabeth. “Shut up!” Y/N hissed as she looked down at her feet. “I don’t understand why you won’t just ask him out already. You tutor his little sister and you’re currently living in the same house as him for fucks sake.” Annabeth told her which made Y/N roll her eyes.

“Reason number one is that he has a girlfriend.” Y/N reminded her. “Second reason is that we associate with two completely different type of friends groups.” Y/N told her. “And third he wouldn’t want to go out with a shy and dorky girl like me.” Y/N said with a sigh. “Y/N, don’t say that.” Annabeth said with a frown on her face.

Y/N took a quick glance over at Zach and then let out a heavy sigh. “Just forget it.” Y/N said closing her locker and walked away. Annabeth let out a heavy sigh and followed her down the hallway.

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It was the end of the school day and Y/N just walked out of her last class of the day. She walked down the hallway to her locker so she could put a couple books of hers in there before she meets Zach outside since his mom will be picking them up. Before Y/N walked around a corner she heard a familiar voice yelling. When she saw that the voice belonged to Mila and the person, she was yelling at was Zach she hid behind the wall. She didn’t mean to ease drop but she just couldn’t help herself.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore!” Mila snapped at Zach with a fiery look in her eyes. “It’s like ever since that accident you’ve become a completely different person.” Mila added slamming her locker shut and walked away from a heartbroken Zach. Y/N couldn’t believe what she just saw happen.

Did Mila just break things off with Zach?

It all started to sense during breakfast. The reason why Zach kept staring at his phone was because he was expecting a text from Mila. Y/N saw the heartbreaking look in Zach’s memorizing brown eyes. If only she had the courage to comfort him.

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That night while Y/N watched a movie with Emily and Zach in the living room she would notice Zach was doing the same thing he did that morning. Y/N knew that Zach was completely head over heels for Mila that’s why he’s so heartbroken about what she said to him. It breaks Y/N’s heart to admit that, but she knows she doesn’t have a shot with Zach because they are polar opposites.

After the movie was over Zach and Emily went upstairs to their rooms for bed while Y/N went into the guest bedroom. She got changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and crawled into bed, but as time passed, she couldn’t fall asleep. No matter how many times she had tossed and turned she just couldn’t fall asleep.

As Y/N laid on her back staring up at the ceiling she heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. She decided to ignore it since it was probably just someone getting something to drink. However, when she heard a loud noise and a familiar voice let out a curse word, she decided to get out of bed to see what was going on.

Y/N opened the door to see Zach cleaning up a bag of chips he spilled all over the floor. She saw him struggling so she walked over to him and helped him. “Thanks.” Zach said in a soft voice. “No problem.” Y/N said standing up to throw the chips that she picked up into the trash. “Did I wake you up?” Zach asked as he cleaned up the rest of the mess. “I’m sorry if I did.” He added throwing away all of the spilled chips into the trash can. “No, I actually am having a hard time falling asleep.” Y/N told him. “Yeah, I am too.” Zach said with a sigh as he sat down at the table.

Y/N knew that he shouldn’t be alone at the moment, so she walked over to the table and sat down next to him. “I can sense that you need someone to talk to so if you want you can talk to me if you want to.” Y/N told him having the courage to let him talk to her. “Mila broke up with me at school today.” Zach told her with a frown. “Not to be nosey or anything but why did she break things off?” Y/N asked hoping he doesn’t think she’s nosey. “She’s mad because I’ve been ditching her to spend more time with my family.” Zach said as he looked anywhere but at Y/N.

“She doesn’t deserve you then.” Y/N blurted out which took him by surprise. “Huh?” Zach said looking at her. “I’ve noticed ever since the incident happened you’ve been spending more time with your family and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Y/N told him. “If she can’t see that family is more important than you don’t need her.” She told him as they stared into each other’s eyes. Zach didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned in and connected his lips with hers which put her into shock.

She couldn’t believe that Zach’s lips were on hers. As they kissed, they both felt electricity shoot through their bodies. When the kiss broke Y/N’s breath was completely taken away. Zach was also in shock. “Sorry!” Zach said quickly getting up and walking up the steps back to his room.

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A week has now passed since Zach kissed Y/N. For the rest of the week, she stayed at the Turner’s house she didn’t say a word to Zach, and he didn’t say a word to her. But Y/N would feel Zach’s eyes on her and when she would look back at him, he would quickly look away. It’s like the roles between the two of them switched. She noticed that he would do the same thing at school in the hallway.

Y/N was in her own bedroom sitting on her bed reading a book when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” She called out as she put her bookmark into her book and closed it. When the door opened, she was shocked to see that it was Zach. “Zach?” Y/N said in a surprised tone as she sat her book to the side. “Is this a bad time?” Zach asked walking into the room. “No, of course not.” Y/N said in reassurance as she stood up from her bed.

“I wanted to talk to you about the kiss.” Zach said which made Y/N’s heart rate speed up. “When you were telling me how Mila didn’t deserve me, I just had the urge to lean in and at the time I just thought it was just the heat of the moment and that it was just an accident.” Zach said which made her heart hurt a little. “Oh.” Y/N said looking down at the hardwood floor. Zach walked up to her and picked her head up, so she was looking up at him. “But as time went on, I realized the reason why I can’t stop thinking about it is because I have feelings for you.” Zach confessed making shock shoot through her body. “You like me?” We’re like complete opposites.” Y/N said as her body was still in shock. “Well, it’s like they say.” Zach said putting his hand on her cheek which made the butterflies in her stomach go crazy. “Sometimes opposites attract.” Zach said and leaned down to connect his lips with hers.

Y/N just melted into the kiss. As they kissed, they felt that same spark they felt when they kissed the first time. Even though they didn’t want to pull away they had to so they could get a breath of air.

“Do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” Zach asked with a smile as he stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. “Yes!” Y/N said with a big smile as she leaned into his touch.

[shrenvents]

Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner Series

Series Masterlist

Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark that will eventually burn him. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night, would change his sombre tune forever?

Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect. Mature content (sexual acts, language) Original character.

Chapter one:

Aviation

Toronto, November 15, 2015

5:57 pm

Alex's POV

"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes.

Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again. "You know what Al? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."

"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.

"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.

"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.

That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.

Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.

Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.

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After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat. Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.

"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant. "Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.

8:24 pm

"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop. "Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.

"You're the boss."

"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen. Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.

Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition. "Alexander!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.

"Excuse me?"

"I-uh, name's Alex..." Yeah, very smooth.

"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.

9:41 pm

"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-

"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.

"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"

"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.

"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"

"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I've had too much drink."

"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."

"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while. Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"

"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.

"Hey! And you're good-looking."

"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.

"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.

"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"

"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us. It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds. Then something flashes in her fixated stare.

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter two

[reychvmpion]

Hii love I was wondering if could request a zach turner x female reader where they meet for the first time

hi anon!! i wasn’t not too sure how to write this buuutt i tried my best :]

zach turner x fem!reader (both 16yo)

it’s nice to have a friend - part 1

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you had just transferred to a new school. your parents had gotten a good job opportunity, but it was far from your home. so, your parents decided to move. although you were disappointed, you were looking forward to meeting new people. 

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“y/n, get up for school! y’need to be early today!” your mother yelled from the kitchen. the sunlight shone through your windows and curtains and painted your room as you groggily got up. the clock on your wall read “6:32”, and you threw your comforter off of you. “k mom, ‘m getting up,” you grumbled, getting off your oh-so-cozy bed and making it too. “you packed your bag, right?” she asked from the kitchen while probably cooking something. you trudged down the stairs and was immediately greeted by the fresh aroma of pancakes. mumbling a quick “mhm”, you made your way to the bathroom and did your usual morning routine. brushing teeth, washing your face, doing your hair, quick skincare, and changing into a simple shirt and sweatpants. 

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you had just finished your mother’s heavenly pancakes, and you wanted more. but then again, you had school. reluctantly, you picked up your bag as your mother gave you a gentle peck on the head. “enjoy your first day, hon.” she smiled, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “bye mom, i’ll cya later. love you!” you smiled as well, hugging your mother tightly before letting go and leaving.

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upon reaching the school, you looked around. it was pretty bustling considering it was 7am while school started at 7:30. just then, a bubbly and energetic girl, about the same age as you, approached you with a big smile on her face. “heya! you’re y/n l/n, right?” with a bit of shock, you nodded frantically. “nice to meet you y/n! i’m your esteemed tour guide for today,” she added, still smiling widely. “ah- thanks!” you chuckled, nervously fiddling with your shirt.

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“and that’s the school. mainly. the other rooms aren’t really important. but if you want to know, i’m always here. by the way, i think we have a class together.” the girl said. ah, first friend here. “so we’re friends now?” you laughed. “yep!” she chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “alright, better get to class now.”

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when walking into the class, you noticed it was half full. “so i usually sit there,” y/f/n pointed to the table, as she approached it and sat down in the chair. you sat down beside her, not seeing the empty table beside you. “oh, by the way, i haven’t told you that he s—“ she stopped herself from saying more. wait, what? who is ‘he’? you turned around to look behind you since she also was, and you saw a guy with brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and headphones around his neck. he was wearing a light teal t-shirt with a turquoise hoodie, and sweatpants with white shoes. kind of average to be honest. however, he had a nice build — rather lean and was at least 6’0”. he was chatting with a friend when he spotted you. “yo, zach, i think there’s a new girl.” his friend said not so discreetly, gesturing at you. you think?! you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes slightly. zach said something you couldn’t hear, and his friend laughed and agreed. 

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“miss y/n, could you come to the front of the class and give an introduction?” the teacher asked when she reached the desk. you didn’t want to, but of course, you had to. “uh, i’m y/n l/n and i moved here recently. i’m 16 years old and- yeah i don’t think there’s anything more.” you said after going to the front of the class. “alright, thank you.”

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as you were focusing on the teacher droning on about physics, a note was slipped onto your desk; from zach. you noticed he had a small grin on his face. what could he be up to?

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hueueueuehahauehaueu cliffhanger!! i’m writing a part 2 to this soon, sorry i haven’t been posting often i’m just reaally busy :P

taglist open so if you wanna be tagged just comment lol

[sage-green-matcha]

We definitely need more ZACH TURNER I know the movie only came out a few days ago I really enjoyed the fic you did

Thank you babe 🥹 I have a lottt of little ideas that I’m hoping to start writing 💗🏹

[brokensmilefanfiction]

Chapter Five

After that phone call, my relationship with Kit changed. There was something deeper about it, something serious. Sure we still had light hearted and funny conversations and more often than not, Kit was laughing.

But I found myself thinking about him in a different way.

I couldn’t believe that he thought I was beautiful. But Kit, he was beautiful. Not just for his looks but, for he was. I liked that I could talk to him, I liked that he made me think about things in a different way, a deeper way. I liked him.

I wasn’t willing to examine the depth of those feelings just yet.

But to say I was excited to see the back of that horrid tour bus and get on the plane to head Belfast was an understatement. I felt strangely nervous to be meeting Kit at the airport. I actually felt like a little girl, giddy with excitement.

When I came out of the terminal, he was there, standing with his hands in his pockets, the sun streaming in from the window behind him.

I had to admit it, he looked handsome. His black shirt was tight and showed off his muscled chest. I had no idea that he liked to wear such tight clothing. Had he gotten hotter since I saw him last?

To be fair, the last time I had seen him, he had been vomiting into a toilet.

He smiled when he saw me and raised his hand in a wave.

I smiled and quickened my step, dragging my suitcase behind me. My scarf that bunched around my neck, bounced with my steps I was so eager to get to him. He opened his arms and I let go of the handle of my suitcase and wrapped my arms around his middle in a hug.

It sound cliché and I hated even thinking it, but something about being in his arms felt right.

But before I could let myself dissolve into a puddle of romantic movie muchness, I pulled back to look at him, smiling widely, “How have you been?”

“Good. Good.” He assured me, “How was your flight?”

“Bigger than a tour bus, so I’m happy.” I grinned.

“You got any other luggage?” he asked as he went to take my suitcase handle.

“Yes sadly, this is just my carry on.” I sighed.

“What’s in here?” he asked curiously as we walked through the airport.

“My monkey.” I grinned.

“Why did you make that sound dirty?” he laughed.

Going to the baggage claim, I suddenly had an idea as I handed Kit my phone, “Do me a favour?”

“What?”

“Film what I’m about to do? It’s for the vlog.” I smiled.

“Why do I feel like I’m about to be an accessory to a crime?” he asked.

“It’s only a crime if you get caught.” I grinned as I backed away from him.

He simply smiled and shook his head.

Going to the shoot of the baggage claim, I waited until my black suitcase covered in monkey stickers came out before I climbed on top of it. I could see Kit and half of the other people waiting for their bags laughing as I effectively rode my case along the conveyer belt.

Once I got to the end, I dismounted and took a bow while the patrons by the belt cheered. I then walked back over to Kit, dragging my suitcase behind me as he pointed my phone at me.

“Did you get it?” I asked.

“Yep.” He smiled as he handed my phone back to me, “You’re crazy.”

“To quote a friend of mine, I’m not crazy, my mother had me tested.” I grinned.

He laughed and then, to my surprise, he linked his arm through mine and we walked through the airport together. I didn’t say anything about our entwined arms but as we got to the exit, I noticed there were quite a few paparazzi waiting for us.

I hadn’t had much interactions with paparazzi before. But I knew they were all about speculation, so I expected Kit to step away from me, to not give them any ammunition to say the two of us were dating or anything, but he didn’t.

We walked through that paparazzi gauntlet arm in arm, suitcases trailing behind us.

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The Lyric Theatre in Belfast had a seating capacity of five-hundred and twenty people. For the last forty days I had been performing in little one-hundred seat theatres. So it was a nice change to be playing big rooms again.

It was obviously not the biggest show I had played, that was reserved for the comedy festivals I had done to sell-out crowds of two-thousand. Not to mention the Emmy’s which had been televised.

But it was one of the most expensive shows I had ever played, each seat went for a minimum of a hundred and fifty pounds! I didn’t bother working out what that would be in Australian dollars.

Apart from the Game of Thrones cast, which involved Kit, Maisie and Sophie, there was also Emilia Clarke, Peter Dinklage, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Alfie Allen, John Bradley and Gwendoline Christie, there was going to be a few comedians performing.

There was me, Andy Samberg, Zach Braff and Jack Whitehall.

Ed Sheeran would be performing a few songs as well.

It was all for charity and it looked like it was going to be a good night.

After getting me from the airport, we didn’t even have time to go to the hotel so I could dump my suitcases, we had to go straight to the theatre where we had to go through some tech rehearsals for the show that night.

Going into the theatre, Kit introduced me to everyone, I already knew Maisie, Sophie, Andy and Jack but I was pleased to meet everyone else and Zach Braff.

“I’m a huge Scrubs fan.” I smiled as I shook his hand.

“Thanks. I loved your bit at the Emmys.” He said.

“Thanks.” I smiled.

I then went and sat down in the front row next to Kit while we watched everyone go through the technical rehearsals of their skits.

When Kit got on stage I was surprised to see there was a band setting up.

“Well this isn’t nerve wracking at all.” He said as he stepped up to the microphone stand, “About to try and do some comedy in front of comedians. Fantastic.” He grumbled.

I thought, for none of them being really trained in comedy, that all of the Game of Thrones cast was doing quite well. I had laughed at several acts. But all of them seemed to be intimidated by myself, Jack, Andy and Zach. Which I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like we were going to judge them if they weren’t funny, if anything we were going to be far more supportive because we knew how hard it was to get a laugh.

I even gave Maisie and Sophie some pointers when they asked for it. Gwendoline and Peter however were absolute naturals up there and I thoroughly enjoyed their acts.  

I was more than a little surprised that Kit was going to be doing a musical number, “Can he sing?” I asked Andy.

“No.” he replied.

I grinned, this was going to be funny.

The music started and it actually took me until he started singing to recognize the song, “Wildling… You make my heart sing. You pull your bow string...”

I cackled with laughter, clapping my hands in amusement. He wasn’t a bad singer, but he definitely wasn’t a good one.  

“And shoot me… Wildling, I think I love you…”

I could see Kit was nervous, he was staring out into the crowd, but he wasn’t moving around, he wasn’t selling the song. Even though he was still funny, if he performed it as though he was serious that would have really worked in selling it.

“But I wanna know for sure… I want to take you into that cave and kiss you... down there.”

I giggled, before I turned to Andy, “This is pretty good.”

“Yeah, too bad she broke his heart.” He said seriously.

“Who did?”

“Rose. The Wildling.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Kit and I had briefly touched on the topic of his ex-girlfriend and I knew that it was something that had caused him a bit of pain. But talking about it now, given the way I was feeling about him, felt weird.

“I think he’s getting over her now though.” Commented Andy.

“What makes you say that?” I asked, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

“He’s happier now. Happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.” He said before he nudged me, “I think that’s because of you.” He said quietly.

“Me?” I asked in confusion.

“Yeah. You make him laugh. It’s good for him.” He said seriously.

“Well I’m happy to be there for him. He’s a great guy.” I said just as seriously.

“Yeah! Wildling...” he sung.

We cheered as he took his bow.

“Alright Bridgette! Can we get you up there?” called a voice over the public announcement system.

“Yeah.” I said as I hauled myself out of my seat and went over to my smaller suitcase that had been my carry on which housed my puppet.

Grabbing my handbag, I headed up onto the stage.

It was sad to say that I actually found in more nerve racking to perform for an audience of ten then I did for an audience of ten thousand. These just weren’t any people they were all professional entertainers, actors and worst of all other comedians. They were my peers, not that I thought I was even remotely on the same level as them and I knew they would judge me harshly.

“Alright,” I breathed into the microphone as it made that horrible crackling sound, “So I suppose I should just cut the crap and get the monkey out.” I said speaking out loud.

“Yes!” called Jack enthusiastically from the audience.

“Ok,” I said as I shoved my hand into my handbag, supporting the bottom of it with my lower hand, “Alright Monk, out on one, two, three,” I began. I don’t know why I was counting down, it made no difference but it did help to prepare myself.

Out popped the monkey’s head from the bag, “Hello!” he greeted.

Everyone in the audience cheered.

“Alright, get rid of the bag.” I said, speaking out loud.

Normally I would just take my hand away from the bottom of the handbag and let it fall but for some reason when I did that this time, it didn’t fall. Both Monk and myself looked down to see what the problem was and I realized in my haste to have Monk out on stage to distract the attention from me, I had shoved my hand through one of the bag loops and it was now stuck on my wrist.

“Oh dear, you’ll have to go through.” I said as I grabbed the bag strap and began to slide it over Monk’s head.

“Sort it out bitch.” He commented dryly.

The guys in the audience laughed as the bag fell to the ground.

“There’s no going back now.” He commented.

“No, there’s no going back.” I agreed as I tried to stare out at the vast amounts of empty seats in the auditorium and not the ten occupied seats in the front row.

“What’s that thing in front of us?” asked Monk.

“That’s my microphone.” I replied.

“Where’s mine?” he asked.

“You haven’t got one.” I told him.

“Well that screws up the illusion.” He commented.

The boys in the audience cackled with laughter.

“You don’t need one, you can talk into mine.” I told him.

He leaned forward and spoke with his mouth next to the microphone, “testing, testing, one, two, three.” He said before he leaned back and spoke away from the microphone, “testing, testing, one, two, three. It makes no fucking difference!”

They laughed.

“Monk! This is going on television. You can’t swear.” I chastised.

“They can beep me.” He said.

“They can’t beep you.” I sighed “Come on,” I said addressing the audience, “I wanted to start by saying that most ventriloquist-”

“Are dead.” Interrupted Monk.

“Not dead.” I scolded.

“Or at least lonely.” He added.

“No, most ventriloquist-”

“Can’t afford to feed their kids.” He interrupted again.

“Monk, shut up. No, most of them-”

“Die on cruise ships.” He butted in.

“Monk!” I sighed in apparent defeat as the boys laughed, “Am I going to get to the end of my sentence or are you going to keep interrupting me?”

“How would you not know that Bridgette?” he asked pointedly.

They laughed again.

“Ok, fine. But can you not deconstruct our act all the time?” I asked.

“What, you think they think you’re talking to a real monkey?” he asked.

They laughed harder.

“She’s in denial.” Said Monk.

“That’s not true.” I countered.

“She’s getting therapy. From me.” He added.

I shook my head, “So what do you want to do? Do you want to tell a joke?”

“Go on then.” He encouraged.

“Why did the monkey cross the road?” I asked.

“Because he saw you standing behind him, rolling up your sleeve.” He replied.

They burst out laughing once more.

“I hate my life.” Commented Monk, “My vicarious life.”

“You hate it?” I asked.

“Yes. I don’t even have my own problems I have yours.” He said.

They giggled.

“I can’t sleep at night I’m so worried about her student loan.” He said as he looked down, “what’s that?” he asked.

“What’s what?”

“I’ve got a tag.” He declared.

“Yeah you do. Just ignore it.” I said.

“It says ‘made in china.’” He read aloud before he turned back to me, “and yet I sound like Sean Connery.”

Everyone laughed and I could see some of them were getting quite red in the face from laughter.

“I think he’s my dad.” Said Monk.

“How could Sean Connery be your dad?” I asked.

“I don’t know, maybe he got sexy with an oven mitten.” He replied.

The boys laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh in relief when I realized that I wasn’t dying up here and that they actually found me funny.

“Look at you, standing there laughing at your own jokes.” Commented Monk.

Everyone laughed harder just as a voice came over the P.A system.

“Alright Bridgette, that’s all we needed. Thank you.” They said.

“Oh, ok.” I said, a little surprised that my sound check had finished so quickly.

The boys clapped, the sound echoing around the empty hall as I did a small curtsey, far too relieved that my time was over before I turned, grabbed my handbag off the ground and placed Monk back inside.

                                                       …

I was in the dressing room that I was sharing with Emilia and Gwen. I’d finished getting dressed for the show, I was wearing one of my nicer pairs of jeans with a royal blue top and a yellow jacket; with matching dark blue heels and earrings. I was just beginning to put my make-up on for the show when there was a polite knock at the door.

“Come in!” I called.

Kit popped his head inside and looked around before he spotted me and smiled, “Hey.”

“Hey.” I smiled.

Slipping inside he shut the door behind him, “You look nice.” He commented.

“Yeah I bet your outfit cost more than mine.” I teased as I stared at his reflection in the mirror.

“You nervous about tonight?” he asked as he leaned against the dressing table, his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at me intently.

“No. I’m an old pro at this kind of thing.” I dismissed as I ran my make-up brush over my nose.

Kit nodded, pursing his lips seriously as he looked down at the ground. I may not have been nervous, but I could tell he was.

“You’ll do great.” I told him seriously, “You love live theatre. This isn’t anything different.” I soothed.

“Yeah, I just didn’t really think I was funny. And this is for charity so I want to make it good.” He said turning to look at me, “Got any pointers?”

I hesitated before I answered, on the one hand he had asked for my advice, but on the other hand, if I was to tell him how to improve his act, it might undermine his confidence and I didn’t want to do that.

“The song is great. It’s funny and people will laugh for sure.” I assured him, “But I think if you really get into it, you pretend you’re a rock star and throw some Mick Jagger moves in there you’ll take it to the next level.” I told him.

He nodded, seeming thoughtful as he absorbed the information, “Thanks Bridge.”

I shrugged, “Don’t mention it.”

                                                           …

The night was a huge success! I wasn’t sure how much money we made exactly for the Red Nose Foundation but it was close to eighty grand. With that success in mind we all decided to head out to a bar and celebrate, Ed Sheeran, the musical guest for the night decided to join us while Peter, Gwendoline and Emilia went home.

If it wasn’t for Sophie and Maisie I would have been the only girl hanging out with all the boys.

A round of shots was ordered and we all clinked glasses in celebration.

“Pace yourself. Remember last time?” I grinned as Kit placed his empty shot down on the bar.

“Yes, thank you so much for reminding me.” He said, rolling his eyes, “That’s not embarrassing at all.”

I giggled in amusement, “Seriously though, you were great tonight. You sang that song like you owned it! Twirling the microphone and stuff, it was great.”

“Well thank you.” He smiled.

“Kit! You on for a game of pool?” asked Alfie Allen from over at the pool table.

“Yeah!” he called before he turned to me, “Want to play doubles?”

“I can’t play for shit. But I’ll come and commentate.” I smiled.

Heading over to the pool table it was decided that Kit and Alfie would verse Ed and Andy while everyone else sat around drinking and talking.

“Bridge I have to ask; how do you do that monkey voice without moving your lips?” asked John Bradley curiously.

“It’s all about muscle control and practice. You have to just go against your instincts and situate your voice more in your mouth rather than in your lips.” I told him.

“Wow. That’s so interesting.” He said.

“You should try it. It makes you an excellent kisser.” I grinned.

He burst out laughing.

“If only I was lesbian. I’d be drowning in booty.” I joked.

He laughed harder, as did Alfie, Maisie, Zach and Sophie, who were within ear shot.

“Hey Kit! This one’s a keeper!” called John.

I turned to Kit and waited for him to correct him, to tell him I was not a keeper because I wasn’t a girlfriend but he didn’t. He simply smiled and leaned down to take a shot on the table.

“How’d you come up with the character of the monkey?” asked Zach.

“Well people think monkey’s should have like a high and squeaky voice and I just wanted to do the exact opposite. I wanted this cute little puppet to just be really dark and sarcastic.” I explained.

“That’s so cool.” Commented Maisie.

The rest of the night was great. We ended up having a girl versus boy’s competition in pool. Then Comedian’s versus actors. Then Starks versus everyone else. We basically didn’t leave the pool table the whole night. It was great.

But the bar shut at three in the morning so we all headed back to our hotels. Kit and I were staying on the same floor so he walked me to my door.

“So what’s next for you?” he asked curiously.

“Well I’m flying back to London tomorrow to meet up with some movie executives to discuss the promotional stuff for the movie, which comes out at the end of the month, so two weeks from now… god where did the time go?” I asked, marvelling a little at how crazy my schedule was about to get, “Then after the movie I’m going to be playing in pubs around London for a month. Try and branch out to the UK audiences.”

“Sounds pretty hectic.” He commented.

“Yeah, but I like to keep busy.” I told him, “I’m just nervous about the movie coming out. I didn’t realize how close it was.” I said honestly.

“Hey,” he said, hooking his hand around my arm and pulling me to stop so I looked at him, “It’s going to be fine. Your movie is going to be great. You’re going to be great. Don’t worry about it.” He said.

I let loose a long breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding before I stepped forward and leaned my head against his chest. I needed to hear that. I needed to hear that this large gamble in my career would pay off and not crash and burn like I was so sure it would.

He wrapped an arm around me and rubbed my back soothingly.

Sighing I pulled back, staring at the floor, “I guess I should head to bed.” I announced before I looked up at him.

He was looking down at me with a strange look in his eye. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought his gaze flicked down to my lips. Was he thinking about kissing me? No! Of course not! We were friends. If he was thinking about kissing me, it was because he had more to drink than I realized.

Even so, the air between us crackled with tension. I felt as if there was some magnetic force pulling us together. Right in the centre of my chest, it was like I was drawn to him. Every time the thought of moving away cross my mind, the force of the pull intensified.

There was nothing for it. I would have to get closer to him. But I could be sneaky about it. Stepping closer, I placed my hand on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek. That was innocent enough, something that friends did all the time. Even though I was positive that what I was feeling for Kit was not in the realm of ‘friendship’ anymore.

As I pressed my lips to the skin of his cheek, his facial hair tickling me, I felt him turn his head as his lips brushed the side of my face.

The pull from before had suddenly become internal and I felt as if my stomach was in knots that were clenching so tightly it was almost painful. Unable to take the proximity to him and the feeling in my stomach I pulled away and took an automatic step back.

I locked eyes with him and saw his brow was creased with confusion.

“Well, bye!” I said, far too loudly before I turned on my heel and practically fled to my room.

Closing the door, I leaned against it and released a long breath; that was close. Too close.

I’d barely been around Kit for twelve hours and I was already getting silly notions in my head that I could kiss him? I’d obviously confused our intimacy over the phone for a physical intimacy. Which there wasn’t.

Obviously.

[sage-green-matcha]

would you write anything for zach?

There’s a little smth in my drafts rn!

Edit: it’s posted rnnnnnn <3 it’s called “Retribution” <3